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The thing about drinking at 31 years old is that it's different from drinking at 18 years old– or 21 years old, or even 25 years old. Each shot, each drink, is one sip away from a terrible night’s sleep and an equally terrible morning.
Eddie Munson’s figured this out. Steve Harrington though? Steve Harrington has not.
That’s how Eddie finds himself corralling his husband onto the couch after stumbling into the house, the front door slamming loud enough to jolt their cat out of her otherwise peaceful slumber. She glares for a moment before stretching her paws and curling back into a neat little ball.
“Okay, okay, okay,” Steve repeats, an immediate tell that he’s definitely not making it any further than the couch anyways. “I’m good, I’m fine, this– this is a nice couch.” He punctuates his thought by slapping the cushion and laughing.
Eddie shakes his head and grins. “Yep, it sure is. You picked it out, remember?”
Steve gasps and laughs some more, falling back into the corner of the sectional. “I don’t but it’s comfy so if I did, I did a good fucking job.”
He watches with fond comfortability as Steve squirms around on the couch and lays back, arms over his head and dopey laugh still on his lips. It takes a lot of willpower and frankly, respect, not to climb on top of this giggly, flushed, disheveled man he loves so goddamn much and kiss him until he’s flushed for other reasons, but he digs deep and focuses on doing the next best thing: taking care of him. Eddie’s a little worse for the wear in his own right but a sliver of his iron constitution remains from his wild youth and he hangs on by a thread.
Eddie gets Steve situated into a comfortable position, his back against one side of the cushions and his head propped up on a few pillows to make sure he doesn’t end up with his face smushed into the corner somehow.
“I’m good, I’m fine– hey, hey, what are you doing?” Steve slurs and Eddie looks up from his position at the end of the couch, his fingers moving quickly as he unties Steve’s sneakers.
“Taking your shoes off? You can’t sleep in your jeans, Stevie. You’ll thank me tomorrow.”
Steve hums from somewhere high in his throat but doesn’t say anything else Eddie moves to unhook his belt.
“Stop–stop it, hey, I’m married!” Steve smacks Eddie’s hand and Eddie barely suppresses a cackle. “You’re hot and all but I’m married and my husband’s hotter than you anyways.”
With that, Eddie can’t stop himself. Warmth spreads through his chest as he laughs, from his heart all the way down to the tingling in his toes. Even drunk, even with his eyes closed, Steve would still choose him without a thought and sure, after all these years, it shouldn’t come as a surprise but it does. Because Steve is Steve, and Eddie is Eddie, and Eddie still hasn’t figured out what huge karmic debt he must’ve paid for them to have become SteveAndEddie.
He stares at Steve who’s nearly asleep but feebly muttering words like “hot,” and “perfect,” and “lucky.”
“Hey, hey, Stevie, open your eyes for a second?” Eddie brushes the hair back from his forehead, gently shifting it away from his bloodshot, glossy eyes. He’s beautiful, even like this, what the fuck?
“Oh,” Steve’s eyebrow unfurrow and the right side of his mouth turns up into a small grin. “It’s you. Hi, Ed.”
“Hi, Steve.” Eddie chuckles and kisses his forehead. “Gonna get your jeans off so you can sleep, okay?”
“Mhm, yeah, that’s– thanks.”
Eddie coaxes them off, tossing them onto a chair where they’ll remain until the next morning, and sets a glass of water down on the coffee table for when Steve inevitably wakes up with cottonmouth. One more soft kiss and an even softer blanket later, Steve is out and Eddie tip toes up the stairs to bed.
The next morning, Eddie wakes to see Steve next to him. At some point, he must’ve woken up and gotten himself to bed which gives Eddie the opportunity to stare uninterrupted in the silence of their bedroom. It stands in stark contrast to the boisterous night before– the loud music and jumping bodies and Chrissy popping a bottle of champagne in celebration of Robin saying yes, as if there’d ever been a doubt.
Steve’s on his back, the sun just starting to intrude on their tranquility. He takes in Steve’s features, the same ones he’s memorized time and time again but that never fail to stun him just the same. The moles, the freckles, the scars that make him ache and feel thankful simultaneously. The strong line of his jaw, the eyelashes that flutter as he sleeps, that one tendril of hair that insists on curling until Steve forces it into place. Eddie’s seen a lot of the world now, having traveled a bit with his band, and there’s nothing that compares to the man sleeping next to him.
Even if he’s snoring.
When Steve does eventually wake up, trudging downstairs with one eye open and asking why Long Island Iced Tea’s even exist, Eddie’s ready with the necessities– a black iced coffee, two sausage, egg, and cheese sandwiches delivered to their doorstep, and a Gatorade for himself.
“You’re the fucking best, you know that?” Steve smiles through the pounding headache as he sips his coffee and tears into the sandwich.
“Eh, I try,” Eddie grins with a mouthful of egg and leans over to bump their shoulders together.
Comfortable quiet drapes over them like the blanket from last night still over the back of the couch, and like the jeans hanging off the recliner– little reminders of the night before and of the domesticity of the life they’ve built together.
Once Steve finishes his sandwich, their cat, Florence, hops up on the table and starts batting at the rolled up wrappers.
“Think she wants to play,” Steve grumbles, sliding off the couch and laying on the carpet. “Listen, Florence, you know I love you but kid, I cannot play right now. I’m barely alive.”
Eddie doubles over and nearly spits Gatorade all over the coffee table. Even their terrible, hungover, washed up mornings aren't all that bad.
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No Vacancy
When Eddie Munson arrives at the Buckingham Beach Motel to spend the summer with his BFF Chrissy and her business partner Robin, the last person he expects to see waiting in the lobby is former king of Hawkins High and asshole extraordinaire, Steve fucking Harrington.
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CW: Smut! light now, more in later chapters
Chapter 1: Checking In
Eddie grinned as he pulled his trusty van, the very same rust-bucket he’d been driving since high school that he liked to refer to as Van Halen, if only to elicit the groans of both friends and strangers, into the small parking lot beside the Buckingham beach motel. He hadn’t been on vacation for, well, okay, he’d never been on a true vacation before, and sure, he was going to be working a part time job while he was visiting his best friend in this seaside paradise, but it was still the closest thing to a holiday he’d ever had. Needless to say, he was hell bent on thoroughly enjoying himself. Sun, sand, and shirtless men in speedos? Sign him up!
He hopped out of the car, relieved to finally stretch his legs after the long drive, and threw open the back doors. He stared down at the collection of boxes, duffel bags, and one large black trunk, that made up the entirety of his worldly possessions, and sighed.
The day after he finally graduated from Hawkins High, back in 1986, Eddie had cut and run and never looked back. He’d been living as a sort of nomad ever since, never feeling comfortable enough to stay in one town or city for too long. He was usually able to find work as a bartender or bouncer to fund his stay at whatever hostel or efficiency he could find, and when all else failed he slept in his van. It wasn’t all bad, he’d seen a lot of cool places and met a lot of interesting people, but lately he’d been missing the stability of a home, of putting down roots. He craved the support and community that could be found with friendships that lasted longer than a few months. He still visited Hawkins on occasion, a necessary evil to be endured only so he could spend time with his beloved uncle, but that place would never be home for him again.
He grabbed the two largest bags that held the majority of his clothes, and the backpack that held the rest of his essentials and headed towards the lobby. He could come back out for the rest later.
The first thing Eddie noticed when he walked in the door was the spectacular pair of legs and delicious ass in too-short shorts that belonged to a man who was leaning over the counter talking to Robin. Unfortunately, the second thing he noticed was that same man’s oddly familiar swoop of chestnut brown hair. Eddie’s stomach dropped. What in the world was Steve fucking Harrington doing here?
“You made it!” Chrissy squealed as she came barreling out of the office door, having spotted him through the window.
Eddie knew what was coming, but he was a little slow on the uptake in his current shocked state, and only just managed to drop his bags in time to catch the former cheerleader as she launched herself at him, wrapping her legs around his waist. He held her tight, letting go of all thoughts about former jocks and high school rivalries for a moment, and just enjoyed the fact that he was here with his best girl, finally seeing her in person after six long months apart. He inhaled deeply, appreciating the familiar scent of Ex'cla-ma'tion. He used to hate her perfume, but it’s amazing what you start to miss when you're separated from your loved ones for so long.
“Missed you.” Eddie whispered into her hair before finally letting her down.
She giggled as he swung her to the floor, and then proceeded to punch him in the arm as hard as she could, which was pretty fucking hard for such a tiny little thing.
“Hey! What was that for?” Eddie sputtered.
“For waiting so long to come visit this time! I missed you too, jerk.”
He rubbed at the spot where she’d hit him. It didn’t actually hurt all that much, but he liked to play along. “Jeez, Chris. Funny way of showing it.”
“You love it.”
“Keep it in your pants, lady, you’re not my type.” Eddie teased.
“Freak!”
“Priss!”
The two of them dissolved into hysterics, falling into another hug just to keep eachother upright.
When they both finally calmed down enough to behave normally again, Chrissy’s expression turned serious. She spoke low. “So, as I'm sure you noticed, we have another hometown guest joining us.”
“Yeah, what's he doing here anyway?”
“He’s visiting Robin for the summer.” Chrissy said it as if it should have been obvious.
It wasn’t.
“...Why?”
Chrissy rolled her eyes. “He’s her best friend! I’ve told you this a million times, how do you always forget?”
She was right, he did always forget that when Robin talked about her friend Steve, that it was Harrington she was talking about. It was such an odd pairing that Eddie just sort of blocked it out. He couldn’t reconcile the Steve from Robin’s stories with the guy he remembered from Hawkins.
“Right, fine, sorry. What about him?”
“Well, you know this is our first season, and the booking system is so new and confusing. We… might have accidentally overbooked, but it's okay! Because the three of us were talking about it, and since the one room we do have left is a double queen we thought.. ”
Eddie interrupted, grabbing her by the hand and tugging her roughly across the lobby as far from the other two people as he could.
“Are you crazy? You want me to be roommates with King Steve?!” Eddie hissed. “Have you completely forgotten what a giant asshole the guy is?!”
“We’re not in high school anymore, Eds. He’s always been nice to me, and if what Robin tells me is true, then Steve isn’t like that anymore. Maybe he never was.”
Eddie's jaw tightened. “Right.”
“Look at me! I changed, and we became friends. Why couldn’t Steve be a good guy underneath it all too?”
“That’s different, you were always a good person, you just ran with a bad crowd for a while, not to mention the boyfriend we do not speak of.”
“Exactly! So isn't it possible Steve is the same?”
“No!”
“I’m serious! Think about it, do you remember him ever doing or saying anything shitty to you directly? Or was he just there in the background while his friends did?”
Eddie crossed his arms over his chest. “Assholery by proxy is still assholery.”
“I don’t think that’s a word.”
“Come on Chris!” Eddie whined. Had they been alone he might have even stomped his feet. “Don’t make me do this. Can’t I share with you?”
“You know I live with Robin.”
“Okay, and? It’s only for the Summer. She can stay with Steve, since they are apparently best friends, and I can stay with you! It’s a perfect solution.”
Chrissy shook her head. “Our room is a single and I love the shit out of you, but I draw the line at sharing a bed.”
Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait, does that mean you finally got your act together and told her how you feel?”
Chrissy turned bright red and threw her hand over his mouth. “Oh my god. SHUT. UP. Of course I haven't told her!!” She whisper-shouted.
Eddie scrunched his face and tried to talk, but Chrissy refused to move her hand. So, naturally, he licked it.
“Gross!” Chrissy yanked her hand back with a look of disgust.
“Jeez, I know it’s not the tongue you were hoping for, but it wasn’t that bad!” Eddie said, cackling.
Chrissy whirled around, probably worried that Robin had overheard them, but Eddie was a good friend. As much as he liked to mess with her, he’d been keeping a close eye on the other side of the room, and Steve and Robin were too engrossed in their own whisper-shouting match to pay them any attention.
Eddie leaned forward, speaking close to her ear. “Are you telling me that you and Robin run this place together all day, and share a bed every night, and you still don’t think she likes you back?”
“It’s not like that!” Chrissy insisted. “We make more money from the doubles. Financially it made more sense for us to live in one of the singles. We’re just…two really good friends having a never ending sleepover.”
Eddie wasn’t convinced and honestly it didn’t sound like she was either, but he’d drop it for now. “Whatever you say.”
“So, what do you think about sharing with Steve?”
Eddie groaned. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.”
“C’mon, it’ll be fun! I’m sure you two will get along fine. Who knows, maybe you’ll discover you have some things in common.” She sounded so optimistic, it was her one flaw.
Eddie rolled his eyes. “Yes, I'm sure we’ll come out of this as the best of friends.”
“That’s the spirit!” Chrissy cheered.
“I was being sarcastic!!” Eddie hissed.
Apparently Steve had also agreed to this outrageous living arrangement, reluctantly Eddie guessed, though he did an excellent job at hiding how unhappy he must be about it. The guy was all smiles. It made Eddie want to punch him in the face.
Eddie, on the other hand, would not be making any effort to hide his true feelings. Partly because he didn’t care, but mostly because he’d never been any good at it. For better or worse Eddie lived his life as something of an open book. From the time he was a small child he was told by friends, family, and teachers that they could practically read every thought as it crossed his face.
Chrissy had to leave for a meeting with the bank, nothing bad she assured him, they were just looking into an additional small loan to make more improvements on the place, but that left Robin to show him and Steve to their room.
Eddie liked Robin well enough, but he’d only ever hung out with her and Chrissy. He worried that she might act differently or something with Steve around. It became clear, however, when he heard her call the guy dingus for the 3rd time during their 5 minute journey, that his worry was unfounded. Robin was Robin, and she changed for no one. He appreciated that, and kept his guard up, ready to defend her if need be. He expected Steve to finally have enough and lash out, to be the mean girl he remembered from years ago, but it never happened.
Man, this guy was good.
The Buckingham was the kind of motel where all the doors opened to the outside. Some towards the front street, giving a beautiful view of the ocean, others opened up to the pool area in the backyard. Eddie wasn’t sure if it was a perk of being friends with the owner, or a consolation for the mix up, but he and Steve were given a room on the second floor, ocean side. There was even a cute little wooden bench next to their door, "In case you two ever want to sit out and watch the sunrise,” or so said Robin.
Eddie hadn’t woken before 10am voluntarily since he graduated and he didn’t think the lure of a few pretty colors in the sky was going to end that streak, but he politely kept that thought to himself.
“That’s a nice thought, Robs, though I think I'll get to see plenty of sunrises at work too” Steve chuckled.
Robin shuddered. “You’re a better man than me.” She said.
“What does that mean?” Eddie asked, unable to quell his curiosity.
“I’m working as a lifeguard on the beach, so I'll be up at the crack of dawn nearly every day anyway.”
Eddie grimaced. Jesus Christ, a prick and an early riser. Lovely.
“Don’t worry.” Steve added quickly. “I'll be careful not to wake you up. I know how to be stealthy, like a ninja.”
It was the dorkiest way he could have said it, and Eddie almost cracked a smile, but he held firm in his grumpiness by the skin of his teeth. “You’d better.”
Steve performed a little cross-your-heart gesture. “Seriously, my roommate in college was a really light sleeper, so I have a lot of practice being quiet.”
Eddie’s lip nearly betrayed him, twitching upwards like a traitor. Luckily, Robin drew Steve’s attention away, allowing him a moment to regain control.
“Oh, I’ll just bet you do.” Robin teased.
Steve’s cheeks flushed, but he ignored her and turned back to Eddie. “What about you? Are you getting a job, or just hanging out?”
“Hate to break it to you, Harrington, but I got a part time gig bartending at a place a few blocks over. The guy even said he’d let me play sometimes when the regular live acts are on break. Looks like we’ll be living on opposite schedules. We may never see each other awake.” The last part was said almost gleefully.
Steve’s smile wavered for a second, but quickly returned to its full power. “Well, lucky for you I’m a very heavy sleeper, so you don't have to worry about waking me up when you come home. Even if you did, I usually have no trouble going back to sleep, so it’s not a big deal.”
Eddie grit his teeth. He was annoyed. What did he have to do to get a rise out of this guy, huh? To get a peek behind the mask? And who did he think he was, saying ‘lucky for you’? The only person it was lucky for was Steve, because he would be damned if he’d be tip-toeing around his own place.
Robin handed them each a key to the room and left them to it, once she confirmed that both keys worked and that they didn’t have any questions.
The room was small.
Two queen beds made up the majority of the space, with a single nightstand wedged between them. A T.V. sat on top of a small dresser with six drawers. There was a tiny closet, and an efficiency kitchen consisting of a small sink, mini-fridge, microwave, two burner cooktop, and a little table with two chairs.
Eddie dropped his bags in the middle of the floor. As much as he would have liked to just keep ignoring Steve, the space was tight enough that they would have to dance around each other the whole time they were unpacking. They also needed to figure out how they were going to split everything.
“Alright, how do you want to do this?”
The only thing Steve expressed a preference for was taking the bed closest to the door, which sounded like some alpha male bullshit to Eddie, honestly. As if Steve needed to be the first line of defense if someone were to break in while they were sleeping. The idea was ridiculous and definitely not at all sexy.
Eddie wanted the bed by the window anyway, so it was fine.
Once that was negotiated, they began to put their things away. It was all too easy, Steve kept deferring to him, even offering to give up one of his drawers when he realized how much stuff Eddie had. It was infuriating, borderline suspicious. What did he expect to get out of all this politeness and generosity? There was no one here to impress!
Eddie curtly refused the offer, which Steve only shrugged at, saying there would be plenty of extra closet space anyway, as he only had a few dress shirts to hang up. Eddie gave up then, leaving about half of his band tees in one of the bags and kicked it under the bed before throwing himself on top of it. He watched through barely open eyelids as Steve pulled his extensive collection of very tiny swim trunks out of his bag, and contemplated the injustices of the world.
He laid there quietly brooding as Steve found a home for every single item he’d managed to squeeze into the small suitcase. It was frankly impressive, not that Eddie would ever tell him that.
Finally, Steve picked up a rather large toiletry bag and wandered away. Eddie followed. This was something he had to see, the guy hadn’t been called ‘The Hair’ for nothing.
He stood in the doorway and watched through the mirror as Steve hummed softly to himself, arranging his plethora of hair and skin care products in their small bathroom, being ever so careful to only take up half of the counter space.
For some reason, that was the final straw.
“What’s your deal?” Eddie snapped. It was more of an accusation than a question, and he prayed Steve would rise to the bait.
Of course he didn’t, remaining frustratingly calm and collected as he asked in return, “What do you mean?”
Eddie growled. “I just don’t appreciate the nice act, okay, King Steve? I’d rather you be real, and be a dick, than this fake polite bullshit.”
For half a second Steve looked almost sad, like Eddie had hurt his feelings, but it was gone so quickly that he assumed he imagined it.
Steve smiled and shook his head, finally looking up to make eye contact with Eddie’s reflection. “I don’t know what to tell you, man. What you see is pretty much what you get. King Steve? Now that shit was an act.”
Fine, if Steve wanted to pretend he was a good guy now, Eddie would just have to see how far he could push him. Sure his BFF was an out and proud lesbian, but how would he react knowing that the guy he was going to share a room with for the next 12 weeks was gay?
“Y’know, we should probably work out a system for when we want to bring dates home. I remember your reputation for getting around with the ladies, and I know I'm hoping to bring more than a few guys back for a nightcap after the bar closes, if you catch my drift. So, what do you think?” Eddie had started out his little speech feeling brave and a bit cocky, but by the end of it there was sweat pooling on his upper lip, and he was thinking maybe this wasn’t the best way to come out to a former jock who could probably snap him in two with half a thought.
It elicited exactly zero reaction. Steve didn’t miss a beat, didn’t even bat an eye before he asked, “What, like, putting a tie on the door or something?”
Eddie wanted to scream.
“I’m sure we can do better than that.” He huffed, looking erratically around the rest of their room until he spotted the set of hang tags sitting on the table in the kitchen area.
Eddie beamed.Most hotels just had the standard ‘please service’ or ‘do not disturb’ messages on their tags, but of course the girls would try and get creative with it.
“Here, these’ll work.” Eddie said, barely managing to hold back a laugh as he held the first one up for Harrington to look at.
Steve read aloud. “Out to sea. Cute.”
“Right, so we can use this one when the coast is clear, and this one when one of us has a guest.” Eddie’s eyes sparkled as he raised the other sign.
“My boat is docked. Do not disturb.” Steve said, cheeks turning pink as he read.
“See?! It’s perfect.” Eddie beamed.
As it turned out, Eddie was right. He and Steve had been cohabitating for 4 days already and he hadn’t seen the guy awake since they went to bed that first night after a meal of chinese takeout and a bad movie.
Steve was already asleep when Eddie got back from the bar at 2am each night, and he was long gone by the time Eddie rolled out of bed in the morning. Though, in his continued campaign to act like a good person, Steve had made a habit of leaving half a pot of coffee on the warmer for him. Eddie thought about dumping it out of spite, but it was…nice.
It brought back memories of Wayne doing the same, leaving coffee and often food out on the kitchen table for him to easily grab on his way out the door, because his uncle knew he wouldn’t have anything otherwise. It was comforting, and though he knew Steve didn’t really mean it that way, it made Eddie feel taken care of. He’d take that feeling where he could get it for now, even if it came from someone he couldn’t stand.
Work was busy that night. It was his first Saturday night behind the bar, and the place was absolutely heaving with sweaty bodies grinding themselves together to the tune of whatever shitty top 40’s cover the band played. Anytime he had a moment to breathe he found himself scanning the crowd. Chrissy had assured him that their part of town was queer friendly, though there was no actual gay bar to speak of, but he had yet to notice a single guy that set his radar off, until now.
He was tall, blonde, insanely tanned, and sure, Eddie usually preferred brunettes, but when the pickings were slim, beggars couldn’t be choosers. He was cute enough, and he was looking at Eddie like he wanted to eat him alive.
Perfect.
Eddie knew he looked good. He’d put a little more thought into getting ready than he had on previous days, knowing that the weekend crowd would give him a better chance. His black jeans were skin tight, and the boss had let him cut his white uniform t-shirt into a crop top, showing off a strip of pale skin and trim waist anytime he raised his arms. To top it all off, he’d worn his hair up today with just a few tendrils falling around his face. Honestly, that had been mostly to ward off the heat, but he also knew it was one of his best looks. He met the nameless man’s gaze from across the room and held it firm as he dried a pint glass, raising his eyebrow in question.
The man smiled glancing at his friends, who were far too busy chatting up a group of barely legal young girls to pay him any mind, before sauntering up to lean across the bar.
“What time do you get off, gorgeous?”
Eddie smirked. “Meet me by the side door in an hour.”
The streets were quiet as Eddie and his new friend walked the few blocks from the bar to the motel. A fact they took full advantage of, stopping to shove their tongues down each other's throats at regular intervals along the way.
So caught up in finally getting a little action, it wasn’t until Eddie was leading the way up the stairs to their floor that he remembered Steve. It was late, guaranteeing that he would already be in bed fast asleep. Somehow, Eddie hadn’t considered this little problem when they’d worked out the whole do-not-disturb sign system. Oh well, he’d just have to wake Steve up and tell him to get out for a while.
He told his date to wait outside while he got rid of his roommate and slipped inside the dark room. He looked down at Steve’s sleeping form and almost changed his mind. It didn’t feel right to kick him out of his own bed just so he could get off, but then Eddie remembered the way Tommy Hagan, Steve’s second in command, used to spit the word queer in his face as he shoved him into the lockers, and he found all the motivation he needed.
“Hey, Harrington?” Eddie murmured as he shook Steve's shoulder.
Steve stirred, waking slowly and frowning up at Eddie with heavy eyelids.
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” His voice was thick with sleep but also with worry.
Eddie’s breath caught in his throat. Oh.
He hesitated to answer for a moment, but quickly shook himself out of it.
Don’t start feeling bad about this now, Munson, get your shit together.
“Nothing, I, um, just need the room for a bit?”
Real smooth.
Steve frowned harder. “What? I don’t…”
Eddie saw the moment it clicked.
“Oh. Ok, I'll just take a blanket down to one of the pool loungers.”
“Great. I’ll let you know when.. he’s gone.” Eddie said, opening the door and moving aside to let Steve pass.
He had expected to feel a sense of satisfaction for managing a hook up before Steve did, but as Eddie watched him shuffle off wrapped up in a blanket after giving the blonde an awkward nod, he just kinda felt like a jerk.
Bar guy hurried inside and shut the door behind him, kissing Eddie hard and crowding him into the wall before dropping to his knees right there. He made quick work of the fly on Eddie’s jeans and had them pulled down around his thighs in a matter of seconds. Eddie moaned as his length was engulfed by the warm wetness of an eager mouth, and all thoughts of feeling bad about Steve drifted away under the attention of a stranger's talented tongue. Eddie came quickly and eagerly returned the favor. After a quick cleanup and no cuddling, blondie was gone, and Eddie went down to the pool to wake Steve.
Chapter 2
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The Crown season 6: Will There Be a Season 6 of Crown?
Here we are going to talk about The Crown Season 6. Netflix has announced that production on season 6 of The Crown has begun, so get ready to brew a pot of tea and return to Buckingham. The popular drama series about the British royal family has been renewed for a sixth season by its streaming service, contrary to rumors that suggested the show would end after the fifth season.
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The Crown season 6: Release Date
The exact date of The Crown Season 6's premiere is currently unknown. The good news is that we can all make some educated guesses as to when we can expect to see The Royals back on our television screens.
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It's possible that the premiere of season 6 of The Crown will be pushed back to December 2023 or even January 2024 because of this. If new information emerges, we will be sure to share it with you. You need to know about The Crown Season 6.
The Crown season 6: Plot
Season 6 of The Crown will likely follow the real-life events of the British monarchy, so we already know a good deal about its plot. The series will conclude with a chapter centered on Princess Diana's tragic death.
After Princess Diana's tragic death in a car crash in 1997, a television series is expected to depict the events leading up to and following her death. With the Princess's death supposedly off-screen, the upcoming episode will focus on the emotional fallout and toll it took on the Princess's loved ones.
Diana will be the focus of season 6, but we'll also learn about Prince William and Kate Middleton's romance and Tony Blair's time as Prime Minister. As a result, the early 2000s in the Royals' lives will be explored in depth, with the added bonus of possibly one or two brief time skips.
However, the current scandals and drama surrounding the Royal Family over the past five years or so are unlikely to be addressed in season 6. In an earlier interview with Broadcast, producer Suzanne Mackie stated that showrunner Peter Morgan wouldn't take the series past the early 2000s.
The author "cannot write something unless there has been time to gain a proper perspective," as Mackie put it. "Peter has said it very articulately." He has always believed that ten years is the bare minimum necessary to put any event in proper historical perspective.
A small chance exists, however, that the show will deviate from this norm in its final season on Netflix (at least in our minds, anyway). Perhaps there will be a brief reference to the late Queen, the show's primary protagonist throughout all six seasons, or a glimpse into the future, to May 2023, when Prince Charles will be crowned.
It seems odd to wrap up the series without mentioning the end of the Queen's reign, which we've been following for so long. We can only guess at Morgan's motivations, but regardless of his choice, we can guarantee that season 6 of The Crown will end dramatically.
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The Crown season 6: Cast
Between seasons 5 and 6, there will be no major cast changes for The Crown. There will, however, be some replacements for the original cast members.
Two actors will share the role of Prince William. Meg Bellamy will play Kate Middleton(Instagram Account), and Rufus Kampa will play the Prince in his teenage years. Ed McVey will play the Prince as a young adult, courting Meg Bellamy's character.
The following actors are expected to appear in The Crown season 6:
- Imelda Staunton as Queen Elizabeth II
- Jonathan Pryce as Prince Philip
- Lesley Manville as Princess Margaret
- Jonny Lee Miller as John Major
- Elizabeth Debicki as Princess Diana
- Dominic West as Prince Charles
- Olivia Williams as Camilla Bowles
- James Murray as Prince Andrew
- Claudia Harrison as Princess Anne
- Bertie Carvel as Tony Blair
- Marcia Warren as Queen Elizabeth
- Khalid Abdalla as Dodi Fayed
- Timothy Dalton as Peter Townsend
- Rufus Kampa as a young Prince William
- Ed McVey as an older Prince William
- Meg Bellamy as Kate Middleton
- Will Powell as a young Prince Harry
Will Powell is set to play a young Prince Harry, but the role of Prince Harry as an adult has yet to be cast. In the meantime, however, we have some very interesting news to share with you. Kelly Brook is set to make a cameo, and Tristan Gemmill has been cast in a mystery role.
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But the powerful religious ties that permeated the life of his grandmother and his father are notably absent from Spare. In fact, the Duke reveals in his new autobiography that he is "not religious" despite his family’s historical and significantly close ties with the Church of England.
Broaching the subject after recounting hunting and shooting a stag during his childhood in Balmoral, the Scottish home, the Duke wrote I wasn’t religious, but this bloody face was, to me, baptismal.
He continues by revealing that, conversely, King Charles, or Pa, was deeply religious, adding that he prayed every night, but now, at this moment, I am close to God. However, the Duke does not elaborate on the proximity he felt to religion while hunting as a young boy. The other mention in the book relates to him getting spanked at school with the Bible.
He said there was one particular teacher who, whenever he caught me, would give me tremendous clout, always with a copy of the New English Bible. The hardback version.
Meanwhile, the book is littered with spiritual references, claiming that “some force in the universe” was repeatedly blocking the King’s wedding to the Queen Consort and believing that an encounter with a leopard was a sign from his mother.
Prince Harry suggested that the universal force behind the wedding disruption might be his mother. I couldn’t help but think that the universe was blocking rather than blessing their union. Maybe the universe delays what it disapproves of?
Describing his encounter with a leopard in Botswana, he said I was thinking about Mummy. The leopard was clearly a sign from her, a messenger she’d sent to say all was well and would be well. Given the spiritual references in his memoir, it may be that the Duke fails to mention the subject more, given the Royal family’s well-known piety.
The role of Defender of the Faith and Supreme Governor of the Church of England was one that she felt closely connected to. It was also part of her personal life. In June last year, she was presented with a special Canterbury Cross for her years of unstinting service to the Church of England.
The Archbishop of Canterbury gave the late Queen the small silver cross, inspired by a ninth-century Saxon brooch and incorporating a triquetra pattern, as a heartfelt symbol of his love, loyalty, and affection for her. The Most Rev. Justin Welby said the life was an example of a Christian life well led.
She would often speak of the strength she drew from her Christian faith and the teachings as an example to herself and the nation. In her 2016 Christmas address, which followed a year of political turmoil in Britain, she said even with the inspiration of others, it’s understandable that we sometimes think the problems are so big that we can do little to help.
King Charles, the new head of the Church of England, has described himself as a committed Anglican Christian who holds beliefs and love at their very core. Last September, he pledged to protect the multiple faiths of a diverse Britain no less diligently than Christianity, a nod to his long-standing work to promote interfaith dialogue.
Addressing religious leaders during a reception at Buckingham Palace, the King promised to protect the space for faith to uphold the numerous religions, cultures, traditions, and beliefs to which our hearts and minds direct us as individuals.
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Chapter 1: London Has Fallen
“Your Majesty, are you alright?” Lord George Germain asked anxiously. The King, George III, whilst on his chair turned to him. “Yes, I’m alright. I just feel tired now.” His tone and voice gave the Chancellor a tingle of euphoria, yet he remained composed to make sure the King is not in any danger. As Lord Germain is aware, King George’s mental health have been deteriorating at a fast pace and the country is fear of a riot. It was now the mission of Parliament to keep an eye on the citizens as well as keeping peace. Bowing, Lord Germain exited the room. Perfect timing Your Majesty. He proceeded down the hall where he was greeted by two men: Prime Minister Lord Frederick North and Admiral John Montagu (or Lord Sandwich as most call him). Lord North nodded to the Chancellor. “I believe that His Majesty has fallen gravely ill?” “Yes, Prime Minister. He is in no condition to be in charge.”
“Then what should our next plan of action be?” asked Lord Sandwich. The Chancellor smiled. “I have already began recruiting those who are willing to serve their country without question. There are already several eager recruits waiting at the front door. Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to Albion.” He walked to a large grey door and opened it. From the inside, North and Sandwich could see hundreds of armored vehicles, armed guards and ctOS fighter drones stationed outside the courtyard of Buckingham Palace. Smiling, Germain turned to his acquittances and clasped his hand behind his back. “Be assured,” he purred, “No one could disagree with how we handle our situation here. I have also recruited abled hackers to monitor every electronic equipment across London. That way, any chance of an uproar will be instantly snuffed.”
The two men smiled. “That fantastic news,” praised the Prime Minister, “I’m sure His Majesty would be thrilled to hear your progress.” Lord Germain glowered. “I don’t need the King’s praise or attention. I am in charge here. Albion and Zero Day are under my command.” “But sir, what about DedSec? I’ve heard reports they are in our midst,” inquired Lord Sandwich nervously. “They are at risk of overthrowing everything we’ve worked hard on.” His question was answered by roaring laughter from the Chancellor before Germain looked at the Admiral with a glimmer of malice twinkling in his eyes. “I already have plans for them.” Reaching into his pocket, Germain pulled out his phone and called to his henchman. “We are ready.” He slipped the phone back before motioning his acquittances to follow him. After climbing several flight of stairs, they reached the top floor. Germain opened the metal door in which the men are standing on top of Buckingham Palace.
“Watch gentlemen and understand what we are capable of!” Germain proudly proclaimed as he extended his arm in time as explosions began setting off in different parts of London. Screams of anguished cries, confusion and terror arose around them. The Chancellor inhaled deeply. “There you have it. DedSec would be dismantled, just as they were dismantled in the colonies. No longer would we have to worry about roaches crawling under our feet. This day is ours.” He turned to North and Sandwich. “Tomorrow I want a press release on this attack. Tell them that DedSec is responsible for this act of terrorism on our ground. No one can stand for this. I have all the evidence planted and ready to be watered.” Lord North and Lord Sandwich grinned from ear to ear. “This is brilliant!” complimented Lord Sandwich, “Just as we have dismantled DedSec in North America, we can do it here too!” “Indeed! Your plan is spectacular!” added the Prime Minister.
Lord Germain bowed. “I am very pleased to have you both join my coalition. England will be just as secured as the day it was born. From now on, Frederick, you will be my “Ears and Mouth” and you, John, will be my “Eyes and Nose.” “Love that reference you’re making,” teased the Admiral as he slapped Germain on the shoulder. While the three men complimented themselves on their fine word, a small ctOS drone watched from a far before flying away to safety.
Weeks turned to months as the people of London became very resentful of Germain’s regime over the city. As the Chancellor began making more and more executive orders, Parliament began gaining more and more powerful, leaving the Crown devoid of anything. Some have speculated Germain “killed” the King in his rise to power. Calls of anarchy rose in the streets. Gang wars propped in every parts of London, making the streets more and more dangerous. One gang, Clan Kelley, became the symbol of extreme underground crimes. Its leader, Mary Kelley, formed a team with Germain in promise for a position in his Cabinet which he happily obliged. Now, with the streets raging with Clan Kelley and Albion/Zero Day choking the city, Britannia wept with sorrow as she watched her beloved city crumble to ashes, praying for someone, anyone, to strike down the enemies and bring peace back to her child.
Chapter 2: DedSec AS FUCK!
John André pulled his soccer ball closed to him as he waited for the pedestrian signal to change. His earpiece was playing his favorite Classical music. Beethoven Symphony No. 5. I’ve been longing to hear it again. The pedestrian signal changed, and André crossed the street. Reaching the intersection, he took a left towards Kennington Park only to be stopped by two Albion guards approaching him. “Hold it sir! Where are you going?” one of the guards demanded. “I’m just heading towards to the park to play soccer,” André said quietly. The other guard looked his bag. “What is in that bag?” he said, pointing towards the satchel slung over André’s shoulder. “There is nothing in there,” André whispered. The guard grabbed him by the shoulder, pulled out a scanner and scanned his face. The results popped on the scanner’s screen that revealed all of André’s personal information. Finding nothing suspicious, the guard shoved the young hacker aside and walked away with his partner. Angry, André adjusted his jacket before proceeding to his destination.
It was a clear, sunny day in London and everyone around him continued to live their normal lives as well as they can. Months after the bombings of London, the citizens grew extremely fearful. Everyone believed the news that DedSec was responsible for the bombs, and it made André angry. I’ll prove to you, Zero Day, that DedSec was NOT the mastermind. You’ll see. Reaching the park, the hacker walked towards an empty soccer field where he set his bag down next to the goalpost. Around the park, cars and double-decker buses honked frequently as well as civilians walking about. It wasn’t exactly peaceful, but André was used to it. He changed his shoes into his soccer shoes and began practicing. He had only began picking up soccer as a way of exercising since he spends majority of his time inside his Safehouse with his friend Bagley the AI.
He is only a personal assistant, but he has become my best friend. André met Bagley after returning from North America. DedSec recruited him into the group after noticing his superior hacking skill. It was there he was introduced to Bagley, DedSec’s AI guide. DedSec’s leader, Sabine Brandt, said to him, “Our mission is to destroy these crazed warlords. The sooner we clear our name, London will wake up and see the truth.” Despite not having constant interaction with Sabine, Bagley took over as the main helper to DedSec members and has helped André deal with multiple issues with Albion and Zero Day. Kicking the ball into the goal, André stretched before noticing someone asleep on the park bench. I wonder who could that be. Approaching the sleeping civilian, André took notice of the expensive clothes the person wore: a black suit with white buttoned shirt, dress pants and leather shoes.
The face was covered by a newspaper with the front cover discussing Lord Germain’s next plan into securing London from future terrorist attack. That which a whole paragraph dedicated in attacking DedSec while praising Zero Day for stepping in. Furious, André grabbed the newspaper article, crumbled it, and kicked it across the park. To hell with you Germain. A moan escaped from the person whom André recognized as London’s infamous playwriter. “John? John Burgoyne?” he asked, surprised to see his friend. Grumbling, Burgoyne sat up, rubbing his head. “Aw man….that liquor was too…hard….ugghhh…” He vomited on the ground before falling back on the bench. His whole body reeked of wine and vodka. Chuckling, André held out his hand. “Here need help?” The playwriter grabbed his hand and attempted to pull himself up before collapsing into his arm.
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Queen Elizabeth was the one to refuse Harry’s Remembrance wreath-laying request
January 04, 2021
By Kaiser Prince Harry, Queen Elizabeth II, Royals
Royal Ascot, Portrait of HRH Queen Elizabeth the Second behind TRH Harry the Duke of Sussex and TRH Meghan the Duchess of Sussex
Over the weekend, Rebecca “Becky” English at the Daily Mail had an epic, disgusting piece in the Daily Mail. I was a little bit surprised that this piece didn’t come out just before Christmas, as a screw-you gift from the Windsors to the Duke and Duchess of Sussex, but maybe Becky held it for more than a week so it would really land and get a lot of attention in the brand new year. I think it likely started out as a piece about the one-year anniversary of the Sussexit announcement, but of course it took a turn, because bitchy courtiers are still extremely salty about Harry and Meghan. Let’s face it, those courtiers are taking their cues from the Queen, Prince Charles and the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. English’s piece is so chock-a-block full of shady, contemptible sh-t, I’m actually going to break my coverage of it into two stories.
Story #1: The Queen is a petty, nasty, maskless, reprehensible old lady who hates soldiers and veterans. Back in November, Harry made a small request from Buckingham Palace: that they arrange to have a premade wreath laid on the Cenotaph in his name for Remembrance Sunday. In the original story in November, the Queen’s courtiers refused Harry’s request and the courtiers took pains to say that the Queen had not personally made the decision. I said, at the time and on the podcast, that I didn’t believe that the courtiers would snub Harry on such a big occasion all on their own. I said that I believed the Queen snubbed Harry’s request. And guess what? I was right.
Refusing Harry’s Remembrance Day request: The story around at the time — and it was not publicly corrected because the royals felt strongly it was disrespectful to turn the nation’s act of remembrance into a family row — was that Palace officials had made the decision without discussing it with his grandmother. But, today, I can reveal it was the Queen alone who was behind the refusal — and that it took her ‘all of two seconds’ to make up her mind. ‘Remembrance Sunday is sacrosanct when it comes to Her Majesty’s diary,’ explains my source. ‘It’s one of the most important dates in her calendar and nothing is done without her knowledge. People were suggesting the Palace’s reaction to what Harry asked was petty. But it was the Queen’s decision. And what’s more, she actually had very strong views on the subject.’
The Queen takes a dim view of non-working royals all of a sudden: Another source tells me: ‘While she has enormous admiration for Harry’s achievements both in and out of the military, this was seen as an example of his lack of understanding at what it means for him to be a non-working royal. The Queen is very firmly of the opinion that you can’t pick and choose what you do when it comes to the institution. Either you are in — or you are out.’
The Queen told Harry he had to choose: ‘Harry was told very clearly in January by his grandmother that ‘you work for the monarchy, the monarchy doesn’t work for you’,’ one source told me. ‘And if you can’t accept that, then you need to walk away. Her Majesty was remarkably clear and decisive on that point and has never deviated from it, not once. I think what has evolved this year across the Atlantic has only served to prove her point.’
The Sussexes are incompatible with the Windsors: While suggestions that the Palace has been ‘furious’ at the Sussexes’ decision to snap up multi-million offers from Netflix and Spotify are wide of the mark, these deals have served to emphasise why Her Majesty acted the way she did. ‘The deals they have done since moving to California clearly show the truth of it: they simply had ambitions that were completely incompatible with being members of the Royal Family,’ an insider told me. ‘It was their choice to leave and seek their fortunes elsewhere. No one exiled them. Indeed, the Queen made clear she didn’t want Harry and Meghan to go and that they are still very much-loved members of her family and have her support. Harry and Meghan are clearly where they want to be, and good luck to them. But their subsequent career choices have scuppered any chance of retaining even a quasi-official royal role.’
The Queen’s judgment: ‘It just goes to underline the Queen’s judgment,’ emphasised another source. ‘You simply can’t do both roles without conflict. And contrary to speculation, it was actually a pretty straightforward decision on Her Majesty’s behalf. The Queen knows you can’t have a working member of the Royal Family also being paid millions of pounds by Spotify to tell people to ‘swipe and follow’ their podcast, or encouraging consumers to buy a certain brand of coffee. The two are simply incompatible.’
[From The Daily Mail]
The Sussexes dumped the Windsors a year ago and now, after 12 months, the Windsors are still bitterly complaining to anyone who will listen that THEY broke up with the Sussexes, that they’re totally over the Sussexes, they barely think about the Sussexes, and the Sussexes are never, ever welcome back. Meanwhile, Harry and Meghan waved sayonara to those petty bitches and began building their new life in California without a second look. It occurred to me as I read this that one of the most fundamental issues within the royal rota-and-courtier circle is that those people simply cannot comprehend why a royal prince would choose his wife over his royal privilege. That’s why the courtiers – and the Queen, honestly – sound increasingly hysterical. Their playbook, their frame of reference, their small, petty world all demands that Harry get on his knees and beg to come back. The fact that he hasn’t begged… well, that’s what’s f–ked up the program.
As for the Queen personally and quickly denying Harry’s wreath request… she’s a f–king a–hole. She’s revealing just how petty, powerless and punitive she is and why she thinks any of this is a good look, I’ll never know.
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Spanish princess episode 3:my thoughts
Now in roughly chronological order!
-In general, the dialogue was much better. It’s almost painful how much better the writing is when the writers are neither Frost nor Graham (although their grubby mitts are all over the plot points). Some of it was even funny, intentionally. Rita’s only writing one episode? COME BACK RITA PLEASE WE LOVE YOU.
-oh nooo Wolsey’s so evil he wants *checks notes* to negotiate peace on favourable terms. *scare chords*
-what’s Maggie doing in a council chamber?
-”you have ~influence~ with the king Wolsey doesn’t have.” Bow chicka wow wow.
-”you only get one first time” oh snap
-if the genders were reversed, would we be as sympathetic to Catherine pressuring Henry to have sex? I know, matters of state, but still.
-Why’s Meg got both her sons in the council chamber? James I can understand, he’s the king now, but the crying baby? Is a room for angry Scots really the best place for a baby she isn’t breastfeeding?
-Why’s Maggie P out without a servant? Someone could snatch her basket off her and eat it.
-So Maggie can afford Thomas More as Reginald Pole’s tutor, but she can’t afford to feed one cash-strapped peasant woman who’s recently given birth? What a scrooge.
-”at the mercy of the Tudors” the Tudors keep you broke so you don’t spend your money on financing rebellions. If you ask them for a wetnurse for your friend, that’s another matter. A wetnurse would cost, what, £3 per year? And the state revenue was something like £100,000 (that’s a low ball estimate, but inflation was high by the time revenue hit £200,000 in Elizabeth’s day). The Tudors won’t be suspicious that you petitioned them for small change.
-”Wolsey’s a good politician” “I am better” HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Sure Jan.
-”I lost a child for this” ...isn’t that an argument for peace, tho? Wars are not meant to be fought perpetually, sweaty. (Also Flodden was the Scots’ fault, not the French.)
-”he’s very old- and French” that came out of nowhere it was so funny
-a sort of reference to Utopia? *Half-hearted hurray*
-~i to the i to the no no no~
-Stafford is good now and Wolsey is evil thanks I get it now show, so presumably Buckingham’s execution will be all because of the machinations of Evil Wolsey and maybe Mad Henry too.
-”how is it that I have no son??” You don’t bang your wife you utter dumbass, that’s how.
-Court Politicking 101: do not ask favours from the monarch unless said monarch is in a generous mood. You’ve been at the royal court since the age of 11/12, Maggie. How do you not know this by now??
-”my son was fascinated by his beard” “it was a fine beard” A*
-quoting Thomas More... you’d get an A for that, but I don’t think those quotes were published until after 1515. So... A-.
-”love rules without rules” that is quote-mining, Thomas More would not support you two eloping lmao.
-”Thomas More’s a favourite of my brother” Really? Could have fooled me, I haven’t seen them interact or even heard either of them mention the other. MAYBE IF YOU DIDN’T USE UP ALL HIS SCREENTIME DEVELOPING A ROMANCE THAT NEVER EVEN HAPPENED WE COULD SEE SOME OF THIS GREAT FAVOURITISM
*calm breaths, llama, calm breaths*
-”you have what she wants most” or MAYBE, she’s busy?? Being the queen of England?? And she can’t be expected to keep an eye on every single person’s needs??
-Hey look at that Katherine of Aragon makes a good decision in this show. Finally. Toast to that.
-”teach your children to cry” the issue with the medieval and Renaissance eras wasn’t that people didn’t cry. They actually cried abundantly, for trivial reasons. The issue was they were quick to anger and quick to STAB.
-and thus Eurovision was born
-That scene with Pole and More...I could rant for hours about that and I probably will. Not right now. It is terrible on so many levels.
-Maggie... tact! Don’t tell the king his mood, simply say, “Your Grace looked occupied with more important matters.” It’s! Not! Hard!
-William Compton is baaaaaaaaaaaack and he’s hilarious.
-Maggie P at this point was 41, so all she has to say to hinder prospects of forceful remarriage is to delicately say “I am past childbearing age.” Which will put off any suitor who wants sex. Might not put off Compton the Creepy who probably just wants to marry her so he can sniff her all day, BUT IT’S WORTH A SHOT
-Henry and Katherine’s scene was actually good. I think they belong together because they’re both dumbasses in this show.
-ZAT FRONCH ACSONT YAS
-ok pillow spanking made even less sense in context.
-Angus talks like a video game character, but he’s a cutie.
-The whole country cried? You mean the whole population of Scotland fitted neatly into one tiny courtyard?
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ALEXANDRA SHULMAN: I know the efforts aides made to make Meghan welcome. She didn't want their help
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/debate/article-9334003/ALEXANDRA-SHULMAN-know-efforts-aides-make-Meghan-welcome-didnt-want-help.html
Before the Duke and Duchess of Sussex married, a professional creative, well used to the intricacies and diplomacy involved in working with Royal households, was interviewed for a role by Meghan.
A mutual friend ran into the candidate immediately after the interview and asked excitedly how the experience had been.
The reply did not sound encouraging. ‘Well. Let’s just say it was like The Devil Wears Prada. And I was not Meryl Streep.’
Judging by the bullying allegations that have now emerged in a leaked email from the Royal couple’s then communications secretary, Jason Knauf, this was not an uncommon reaction.
It turns out that Meghan did not want guidance or support, or certainly not of the kind she was getting. No, as we later learnt in her interview with Tom Bradby on the South Africa tour, she wanted to be asked how she felt
I have met Knauf many times and I have to say that he must have felt pretty hard-pushed to do something that could undermine any of his bosses.
With her beautiful son Archie, current pregnancy, dashing Prince, stonking commercial deals, Montecito mansion and now her global fame, you would think that the Duchess of Sussex might feel… job done.
What more could she possibly wish for? But as we will be hearing on her Oprah interview (and how I wish I was strong-willed enough not to watch it), that is very far from how she feels.
She is aggrieved. She is a woman much misunderstood. She was, until she was able to flee to Santa Barbara, a voiceless victim like so many of the abused women she constantly tells us she supports.
And who were these tormentors? Well, first up are, apparently, the British media, whom her husband has long also disliked. But a close second are those Royal courtiers and aides who peopled the world she was expected to operate in when she arrived to live here.
One of the striking things about Kensington Palace – the centre of ops for both the Cambridges and Harry when Meghan Markle moved in – is how very old-fashioned it is; think brick-walled cloisters, Jammie Dodgers and hunting prints, strangely muted and dim.
She is aggrieved. She is a woman much misunderstood. She was, until she was able to flee to Santa Barbara, a voiceless victim like so many of the abused women she constantly tells us she supports. Meghan is pictured above with Harry while the aide whose email exposed bullying claims is seen left
KP, as everyone calls it, is actually a labyrinth of small rooms and neatly proportioned apartments with battalions of young staff steering visitors around the corridors to their final destination.
Like many palaces, it is literally inward-looking with not much of a view and a little bit claustrophobic. As a confirmed California girl, Meghan no doubt found it so. And probably a bit depressing.
The staff who work at KP, like those at Clarence House and Buckingham Palace, are a hugely industrious bunch, happy to put in incredibly long hours for comparatively low salaries because they enjoy the status of working for the Royal Family. And they care. They care a great deal about protecting the Royals in every way, from organising the details of daily life to their image and security.
I remember meeting Knauf for the first time. He was a good-looking young American (a direct contemporary of Harry) wearing a formal grey suit and the requisite palace lanyard, and I found him quite daunting.
He didn’t seem big on small talk or even the smallest joke, and clearly took the view that this meeting was mine to lose. He was the one in control. As I got to know him better, I discovered he has a great sense of humour but, even off-duty, he was implacably loyal to his bosses.
The idea that he, or anyone working alongside him, would have had any interest in not supporting the incoming Meghan Markle as she tried to navigate this new world is simply not credible.
In truth, the opposite is true. Even before Meghan arrived, I know for a fact that the KP team were busy rallying a group of interesting and influential people who might be helpful and friendly to her in a new country.
They had learnt from the sad story of Princess Diana that letting a newcomer flounder in the somewhat archaic Royal pool, where they could feel isolated and unsupported, could be disastrous.
But herein lay the problem. It turns out that Meghan did not want guidance or support, or certainly not of the kind she was getting. No, as we later learnt in her interview with Tom Bradby on the South Africa tour, she wanted to be asked how she felt.
Knauf’s email raising concerns about Meghan’s intimidating behaviour came about after a growing number of complaints – all from women – in Kensington Palace.
At that time in 2018, the corporate world was finally beginning to take accusations of bullying and bad workplace practice seriously – and Knauf, an accomplished corporate professional, had his ear close enough to the ground to know that such things couldn’t be allowed to fester, even in a palace.
The decision to confront this toxic situation would have been nightmarish to make. The last thing Knauf would have wanted was the idea that he and his colleagues were ganging up against Meghan.
In addition, Harry and William were still linked by their joint foundation and a huge amount of behind-the-scenes work had been put into developing the notion of the two brothers as emotionally literate, empowering, modern Princes – and nobody wanted the whole thing to fall apart because of the new wife on the scene.
So, no doubt to begin with, allowances would have been made for Meghan being used to a different workplace culture. The serried ranks of polite young women in KP, with their unassuming clothes and understated make-up, all used to working quietly and cautiously in a certain way, may have appeared lacklustre to her.
But reports that staff were bothered by her sending 5am emails from her yoga mat, as if that were too demanding, would have been wide of the mark. Employees in the Royal offices know they have signed up for 24/7. Pretty well every day of the year. It’s less of a job than a vocation involving a big slurp of the Kool Aid and being prepared to put your own life on the back-burner.
Although we might think that we Brits have a more hierarchical culture than the Americans, the US workplace is far more status-led, with much more visible deference expected from juniors to seniors.
Meghan would have been used to the noisy can-do ethos of that arena in contrast to the measured but often more effective British approach.
In the States, at least until very recently, it was not uncommon for employers to scream and shout when they couldn’t get what they wanted – right now. Harry’s ‘What Meghan wants, Meghan gets’ admonishment, so jarring to our ears, would have been an entirely acceptable mantra in many an American institution.
But perhaps more difficult than a clash over working styles for the team who worked for Meghan, and possibly for Meghan herself, is that they seemed unable to provide her with what she wanted. Or even to know what that was.
What was clear though was what she didn’t want: being told what she could and couldn’t do.
I have always thought that an American woman I know found me patronising because, on our first meeting when she was new in town, I suggested places and people she might be interested in. She lost no time in telling me that she knew it all already. Meghan clearly felt similarly.
One of the striking things about Kensington Palace – the centre of ops for both the Cambridges and Harry when Meghan Markle moved in – is how very old-fashioned it is; think brick-walled cloisters, Jammie Dodgers and hunting prints, strangely muted and dim
Unlike the Princess of Wales, Meghan arrived on the scene as a woman in her 30s, with friends and connections, experience and opinions all bedded in. She knew what she liked and wanted, and had no interest in anyone thinking there might be any gaps where she would appreciate a bit of advice.
And unlike Catherine Middleton, who, by the time she married Prince William, had experienced years of living in the Royal goldfish bowl with its oxygen of protocol and precedence, Meghan would have been confounded by what might seem ridiculous prohibitions and rules.
Maybe it’s not surprising that she shot the hapless messengers, venting frustration on the team trying to help, and drove them away. Her lawyers deny bullying ever took place, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard a bully acknowledge themselves as such. Often they don’t even recognise they are doing it.
You have only to hear the way Meghan refers to The Firm (Prince Philip’s term for the working Royals), as if it were a cross between the Cosa Nostra and the Scientologists, to know that Team Sussex will no doubt regard the timing of the release of these accusations as directly targeting Meghan in revenge for the Oprah interview. And they may well be right.
But such is the Oprah machine’s build-up of the revelations of this interview (and let’s not forget one being broadcast as Prince Philip lies in hospital, which unless the Sussexes had rubbish lawyers, they would have reserved the ability to postpone), it was probably too much too expect, of even our usually buttoned-up Royals, to sit back and take it.
After all, they, like Meghan, are only human.
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I have the conch!!!
Good morning. Mad’s still snoozing, so I’m popping this up while it’s quiet. This is a Forbes article from March 2019 that I thought was important enough to save:
Meghan Markle: Does The British Tax Payer Know How Much 'Me-Gain' Royal Is Costing?
Roger Aitken Contributor
The Duchess of Sussex, aka Meghan Markle, is watching her popularity and acceptance sinking, possibly taking the British Royal Family with her. Apparently, the way to make the public in Britain like her is to spend tax-payers money on PR machines on both sides of the Atlantic, in addition to a generous allowance.
Being in the public eye puts a person under a degree of scrutiny – and especially when you are a Royal. Some voluntarily choose the public eye, and some are born into it.
It is also not easy to be famous in the age of social media, especially as an entertainer, sports star or actress. Royalty also endures scrutiny, as we can attest to with the lives of Queen Elizabeth II, Princess Anne, and even Prince Charles and Princess Diana.
Mixing the two, entertainer and royalty, results in a new breed of fame, which can sometimes work out. Or not.
Just last weekend (March 23) in The Express tabloid it was reported that royal expert, Anna Pasternak, ventured that Meghan Markle and Prince Harry’s marriage is “going to become increasingly difficult.”
The author of ‘Untitled: The Real Wallis Simpson, Duchess of Windsor’, Pasternak claimed that Duchess is heading into a “tricky situation” – akin or similar to that faced by Wallis Simpson and Princess Diana, where the “ultimate goal is survival.” Strong stuff. Like Simpson, Markle is a divorcee.
The most famous marriage of royalty to entertainment was in 1956 when Grace Kelly, the American film actress, became Princess of Monaco after marrying Prince Rainier III in April of that same year.
One of the most famous actresses in the world at the time, armed with a stable of films for which she received high acclaim, plus an Academy Award for Best Actress (1955) tucked under her arm, retired from acting at the age of 26 and began her duties as the Princess of Monaco.
According to reports, Princess Grace was loved and accepted by the public during her lifetime, and when she died at the age of 52, according to biographer Jeffrey Robinson, “…it was like the lights went out. Monaco just stopped.”
Move forward to 2018, where another actress has married into a royal family – this time, in the United Kingdom (U.K), which has for the last three years been torn apart by ongoing Brexit trials and tribulations. The tension in the country is palpable.
Meghan Markle, a relatively small-time actress say some, married Prince Harry of Wales on May 19, 2018, at St George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle.
Although not so well known prior to this – her second marriage – she was best known for a small role in a series named Suits. Prince Harry, the Duke of Sussex and sixth in line to thrown, on the other hand, was the younger son of one of the most famous Royals in history, Princess Diana of Wales, and known throughout the world due to his Royal status. His Royal Highness spent ten years working in the Armed Forces, ending operational duties in 2015.
Meghan Markle, who grew up in a middle-class household, was looked after by her family throughout her life. When her father won the lottery when she was nine years old, he seemingly made sure that every cost was covered for Meghan, sending her to the best schools and training. Well, why not if you have it.
Of course, Prince Harry grew up as a Royal, and unlike his brother Prince William, seemed to like the partying side of life a little more. As his Royal Highness grew up he was in the papers often, normally for partying in Las Vegas or some other antics. But he knew the price of being in the public eye and putting a foot out of place. Yet he is 100% British and the public love him, still, regardless of these reports.
There was finally an announcement in November of 2017 that Meghan Markle and Prince Harry were engaged, which was soon followed by an interview, which was the start of Meghan’s descent.
During this interview, Meghan proclaimed that she did not know much about Prince Harry, and because she was American, did not really understand the importance of the Royal family – although she was snapped in a photo in front of Buckingham palace when she was 15 and apparently had many books on Diana and the royal family, according to reports.
All of this gave fuel to the British public, who started to leave negative remarks in the comments sections of online publications by the hundreds, if not thousands.
At Meghan and Prince Harry’s wedding, on May 19, 2018, there were no family present from her side, except for her mother, in sharp contrast to the marriage of Catherine Middleton and Prince William of Wales, the now Duke and Duchess of Cambridge.
Catherine was surrounded by friends and family, with her sister acting as Maid of Honor in pictures that went viral for ‘that dress’.
Meghan’s wedding received widespread attention for the lack of family and close friends. Prince Charles gave her away, although her own father is alive and living in Mexico, and she had her own shadow as a Maid of Honor. Again, the British public were left puzzled, as seen by the comments in the media.
Of course, with their exclusion from this great event, Meghan’s own family took great exception, with the most vocal being Samantha Markle – followed by her father, uncles and cousins – who could not understand why this happened. And, they never got an answer. But they had a clue when Prince Harry went on the radio and said that the Royal family would now be the “family Meghan never had.”
Meghan’s family shot back immediately that this was all a lie, protesting and offering proof of the opposite. Samantha even explained that the father financed all of Meghan’s education, while Meghan stated at a conference she paid for her own education. Yet Samantha has receipts from the father, apparently.
At the same time, reports of the cost of this wedding, mixed with the drama of the Markle family, hit fever pitch. According to the British tabloid, the Express, the Duke and Duchess of Sussex’s Royal wedding is said to have racked up a £32 million bill (c.$41.6 million at the current exchange rate), with the majority of that hefty sum (paid for by the British taxpayer) going towards security – a whopping £30 million (c.$39 million), to be exact.
One might argue that with all the zillions of tourists flocking to Britain with pull of Buckingham Palace, seeing the Royals and the nation’s deep and rich history, it was frankly a drop in the ocean.
Figures also show that £1.5 million (c.$1.95 million) was spent by the Department for Digital, Culture, Media and Sport (DCMS), a U.K. government department that has responsibility for the creative industries, tourism and leisure across the nation. Some will be more familiar with the DCMS in the pursuit of Facebook CEO Mark Zuckerberg in giving oral evidence before the committee in Parliament.
All this while wages and living standards for your average working Brit are depressed and have been so since the last financial crisis around a decade ago.
The public seems to have had enough now, with people writing on sites that they feel Meghan is embarrassing the Royal Family, and the public in turn, even “taking them for fools”, adding that “Harry is a young and naive and cannot see what is happening before him.” Prince Harry is 34 and Meghan in 37, which is very close in age.
People have seemingly too become incensed at all of the reports and apparent lies that Meghan has told, and started to turn against the Duchess of Sussex now in serious numbers, on blogs, forums and websites. Not Harry. Meghan. The Duchess of Sussex.
She has even apparently been given a nickname by royal staff at the royal household – “Me-Gain.” And, Harry quite clearly is said to be very unhappy with that.
Dicky Arbiter, a Royal insider and ex-Palace press, speaking to Nine News Australia on Harry’s reaction to these reports, was quoted as saying: “He would be angry that something like this is coming out. You have got to remember too…I mean, you were here for the wedding and you saw how the media were operating. They were putting Meghan and Harry right up on a pedestal. Since the end of summer in the autumn, they have been chipping away at those pedestals and really having a go.”
Cosmopolitan magazine stated in a report referring to “Me-Gain” comments apparently made by royal staff writing: “To be honest, there’s probably little to no truth to rumors that staff call Meghan by this nickname, but that doesn’t make the reports any less hurtful, obvs!” That said, gossip about the Royal family certainly sells newspapers.
Every day it seems, articles come online and in print about Meghan, reporting on everything from the dishes she serves guests (avocado on toast) to her wardrobe (with outfits costing up to £100,000 (c.$130,000 each), her extravagant baby showers – two to be exact and more.
The public perception of her started to sink faster than a millstone in water. They made it clear that they would not suffer another Wallis Simpson.
The palace knew they were in trouble and started to hire PR, separating the Duke and Duchess of Sussex from the Cambridges, and giving them their own household.
According to reports, even Prince William and Catherine observed the negative publicity, fearing it will outshine the work and legacy of the Royal Family as a whole, and wanted to separate themselves from what has been labelled “the Markle Effect.”
Meghan Markle’s PR chief moved positions and became the fifth aide she has lost since she married Prince Harry. According to The Sun, Jason Knauf is now a “senior adviser” for the Cambridges’ charities. In addition, the general consensus among royal reporters is that Meghan is seen as difficult and high energy and is said to “snap” at palace employees.
Following this move, and the desire to separate the Sussexs’ from the Cambridges’, according to The Daily Mail The Queen agreed to the creation of a Household for The Duke and Duchess of Sussex and gave permission for it to be based at Buckingham Palace.
As part of the new order, Harry and Meghan have named Sara Latham, Hillary Clinton’s former Senior Campaign Advisor, as their new dedicated head of communications. With costs estimated and thought to be in the ball park of £500,000 to £1 million (c.$650,000 to $1.3 million), it will be paid for by the tax payer. The ultimate irony. They are spending tax-payers money to make the Duchess of Sussex likeable to the very people who are not warming to her, by spending their money.
Viscount Yves de Contades, CEO of International Excellence Magazine and luxury expert remarking on these recent matters, said: “Relating to populist media through PR experts has become indispensable, because if you are not talking to them directly, they will simply take it from any source – however unreliable.”
He added: “Unfortunately sensational stories get read substantially more than the truth. Good PR is about maintaining certain values and connecting honestly with your audience. And, it would be wise to pay those bills yourself.”
Frank Marr, CEO and owner of A Marr + Associates and a reputation management/PR expert based in London, said: “Reputation management is imperative for the monarchy. In an era of discontent, erratic political situations along with the big gap between the rich and the poor, there has never been a more important need to explain why the royalty is needed for the nation.”
He added: “Their role as pillars to society and how they can play their part to support the nation [Britain] needs to be managed in order to maintain reasoning for this existence of influence.”
Is this really the right approach?
According to inside sources, who like Meghan’s friends cannot be named, Royal Communications have a very lucrative deal with People Magazine in America. The reason? Apparently, they feel if Americans fall in love with her, then the Brits will naturally follow.
This is made clear when American actors like George Clooney have recently criticized media treatment of Meghan saying she is being “pursued and vilified”, and likening her scrutiny to that was received by Princess Diana. Like all PR for Meghan, this statement, too, seems to be doing more harm than good, with thousands of people leaving vitriolic comments.
Others have expressed the thought that “Princess Diana-style PR will backfire on Meghan Markle and it’s not worth the gamble”, as reported in The Sun. And why is that? This one is quite simple. Because she is not Princess Diana, and many people are quick to point out that she is quite the opposite.
According to Lorraine Kelly’s viewpoint, the well-known Scottish journalist and broadcaster wrote: “Meghan Markle has mishandled her relationship with her dad Thomas ever since she began dating Prince Harry and she seems intent on making it worse.”
“By all accounts the Duchess of Sussex has taken it upon herself to brief several of her “close friends” to blab to a U.S. gossip magazine about how hurtful she has found the whole saga, and that – contrary to what everyone thinks – she has been in touch with her father Thomas.”
And, according to Samantha Markle, this could not be further from the truth. And again, she has the proof.
The British public expect the Royal Family to be wholesome. Perhaps not virginal, but wholesome, and a divorcee from America who has perhaps told a little fib or two, or ten, is just not sitting well.
And, the fact that the British public, again, are left paying the bill is a bridge too far for many of them as she as seen as the antithesis of what a Royal should be – loyal, demure, honest, caring, family oriented, frugal and modest.
Meghan is appearing, by her own fault, to be none of these. And to be honest, why would she want to be anything but herself? Why should she care what the people think about her? Well, again, it is simple. It is because she now represents a Royal Family, one which has outlasted most, and wants to live to see another day.
According to an article in Town and Country magazine, Meghan is worth $5 million compared to Prince Harry’s $40 million, a sum he has accumulated from funds left in trust to him by his mother, Princess Diana, an inheritance from the Queen Mother, and his former salary as a captain in the British Army.
Yet, the British public ARE paying for Meghan’s PR, and hopefully they will learn to love her, for Harry’s sake. Regardless of what opinions are about Harry’s girl, the bill for Meghan Markle, the Duchess of Sussex, is being paid for by the British tax payers, and hopefully they will get what they pay for. And, it’s certainly racking up in any currency.
Let them eat cake? You betcha!
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Along The Nobel Road
Part XI
Some time has passed since I last contributed any stories or memories for your enjoyment. Recent articles I have read have encouraged me to do so. It must be remembered that my memories are mine and although they might not be totally accurate they are as I remember and perceive them.
I always have to laugh when I think of my mother’s stories. One thing I always believed was that my mother would not lie. However? She lived to be a month short of 95 years and chose to leave on her terms. In her mind, people had started living forever, and she didn’t like it. She did not retire from nursing until she was 69 yrs. In her later years she did a lot of travelling. She travelled to England where she was born and visited Buckingham Palace and seen the changing of the guard. She also went to Rome and visited the Vatican square and seen the Pope address his flock from his balcony. She travelled to many other countries as well. I remember one day, after retiring she told me she would really like to travel but did not want to spend her money. My reply to her was: No don’t travel, save your money because when you pass Deane and I are going to have a ball. For some reason she started travelling shortly afterwards. The stories kind of changed in the last year or so of her life. She had particular stories that would be triggered by the time of day of some other daily event. The story about visiting Buckingham Palace became when I met the Queen. The trip to Rome involved an audience with the Pope. Now I have long realized that this is normal and happens as we age and when we change the story slightly this is just normal. It is real and true in this storyteller’s mind. So be forewarned. I will be 85 years in just a few months.
Champlain’s Cup
Both Nobel and Parry Sound lie within McDougall Township. There are so many historical things that have happened here that we are all part of. One story that my dad first told me about involved the Little family who had a farm in McDougall Township off the Hurdville Road. There are many of their descendants living in McDougall and Mckellar and Carling Townships to this day. The old Little farm was located on Trout Lake. It was part of the old Portage Trails the Natives travelled to and from the Georgian Bay and up the Seguin River System. The story as first told to me by my father was that the Little’s had been clearing land when they discovered a cup in the roots of an upturned tree. He referred to the cup as Champlain’s Cup. In years since then I have been told that Nathaniel Little found the cup in 1870, 23 years before my dad was born. It was in the roots of an up-turned tree. It actually was a bronze French apothecary’s mortar weighing 16 Kg. It bore the date 1636. It would appear that the Mortar was left by some travellers, however I think we can pretty easily rule out Samuel Champlain as he lived between August 17,1567 and December 25, 1635.
It has never been established for sure, just where this Mortar came from, however the following theories have been suggested. The old explorers were known to leave a marker when they discovered a new place or country. The idea was that they could say they were there and could prove it by telling what they had left and where to find it. Such was the case when the astronauts landed on the moon and left the American Flag. As most people realize a mortar and pestle are used to make medicine. There is a mineral in the area that the natives use to grind up and make an ointment to treat skin disease. They passed on many of their secrets to the missionaries. The Missionaries from the Midland area were known to travel up and down the Georgian Bay exploring. One of these persons was a donne’ (a support person to the missionaries), he was a medical doctor from France. His name was Francois Gendron.
The theory was that he either took the mortar with him when he was exploring or retreating from the Iroquois and placed it where it was found. It is also a known that Father Bre’beuf travelled this area in 1645 and visited an area called Tangouaen, which means “In site of the falls or rapids. The place where the mortar was found was on a portage around a waterfalls. NOTE: The forgoing theory was copied from the Internet.
It is said that the Mortar was subsequently purchased from Nathaniel Little by William Beatty who kept it in their company vault. The Beatty family subsequently placed the mortar in the Canadian Museum of Civilization, across the river from Ottawa. This is a little bit of local history that kind of affects all of us. If you are not a Little and have been in the area any length of time you at least know a Little.
The Lumsden’s
James Lumsden was one of the original homesteaders to the Township of McDougall. If one looks at the Guide Book & Atlas of Muskoka and Parry Sound Districts dated 1879 and the maps produced by J. Rogers. You will see that most township maps are laid out having an approximate ¼ mile width, in the Township of McDougall. Those along the shore of Georgian Bay have a broken frontage and are laid out having the length in an East West direction. What became the Lumsden Farm consisted of Lots 3,4,5,6 Concession A. Lot No. 3 bears the name D.L.Corbiere, Lot 4 J. Lumsden, Lot 5 D.E. Corbiere, Lot 6 Jas. Lumsden. The abutting lots to the east run with the length to the north and south. Lots 28 & 29 Concession IX bears the name George Hunt. When I was a very young boy Lots 3 to 6 Concession A were mostly owned by Dave Lumsden, James’s son. While lots 28 & 29 were mostly owned by Arthur Wright. There were some small parcels that were sold to people to build their homes on.
There is a small cemetery located off Nobel Road just to the south side of the Esso property. It is referred to as the Lumsden Cemetery. To get an idea how these Lumsden lots ownership eventually evolved you have to view these markers. One marker was for James Lumsden died February 15,1875 age 63 years Husband of Elizabeth Corbiere. One marker was for Elizabeth Corbiere died September 24,1897 62 years. One marker was James Lumsden son of Elizabeth and James Lumsden died 18 July 1875 age 17 years. There was one marker for Mary E. Wright wife of J.D. Lumsden born 1861 died 1948. There was no marker for J.D. Lumsden however I remember both J.D. (Dave) Lumsden and his wife Elizabeth. Dave was another son of James Lumsden and Elizabeth Corbiere. Just going by my memory, I believe Dave died around the late forties. I think he also is buried in this cemetery. I remember Elizabeth as a small frail lady who had a very kind heart.
I was told that Elizabeth was a sister to Art Wright who owned the farm at the edge of Portage Lake. Art’s house and farm buildings were located to the east of the side road that ran behind the Esso and Tim Horton’s. This was the original road as shown on the old township of McDougall map. Art’s house was approximately where Gary Barager’s house is now. I have faint memories of Art Wright, as being a small wiry man. I don’t remember his wife, although I know my parents talked kindly about her. Art Wright had three fields that he worked. One was between Nobel Road and the old side road where the Esso and Tim Horton’s and the Motel were later situated. One was to the east of the original side road that ran behind the Municipal buildings and Pineridge Drive. It was parallel to the road on the east side down His third field was behind where Gary Barager’s house was a short road towards the water.
In about 1932 my Dad, Sid Crawford purchased five acres from Dave Lumsden. This parcel of land was bound by the old Nobel Road, which lies behind the Municipal buildings on the east, Pineridge Drive on the north, the extension road that lined up with Hammel Ave on the west and the present road going into the Township Office. Highway 69 now Nobel Road cut across this property at an angle on the front corner. Dad built the house that is presently occupied by Lemore Johnston in 1932. There was a summer kitchen on the back of our house. (A shed that was used to cook in when we had warm summer weather.) The kitchen stove was wood heated and had one of those warming closets on top and a tank you filled with water on the right side, It was a Findlay.
I remember the stove well due to a life lesson. One time we were having supper in the dining room. We were served blue berry pie for desert. I think I got it in my head that my brother Deane got a bigger piece of pie than I. At any rate I left the table in anger, stormed out of the house and slammed the door. It was obviously too hard, because the 2’x 2’ glass that was in the upper part of the door kept on going and fell in many pieces all over the kitchen floor.
Now my mother was the disciplinarian in our house. I think I can count on one hand the number of times my father ever laid a hand on me. This time it was a little different. I heard a loud bellow. GARRY GET BACK IN HERE. I walked back into the house, probably a little sheepishly. I had a smirk on my face. I walked right up to Dad and I guess it was a little too much for him. He hit me on the side of the head with an open hand. I did a flip in the air and ended up on the floor in front of the stove. I was a little shook-up, I looked up and all I could see was FINDLAY, which was stamped below the oven. (I have attached a photo so you can remember this lesson whenever you see an old wood-burning kitchen stove.) It was about that time I got my wits about me and decided I had better leave for a time. I write this with tongue in cheek and take full responsibility. I have nothing but love for my dad.
There were two items in that summer kitchen that I remember. One was a coal oil or kerosene stove range. It looked just like the picture I have attached, accept the oil container was clear glass in ours. You would fill the container with oil then turn it upside down into the holder. As you can see there was a little door in the front of the blue chimneys, you would open this door and see a circular wick similar to a lamp wick that you would light. There was a control below the chimney that allowed you to control the wick and thus the heat. I have attached a picture of a stove similar to mothers.
The second thing I remember being in the summer kitchen was an old galvanized rocker washing machine. Mother would usually put the wood stove on to heat the water for washing. She would take the warm water from the copper boiler on the stove and the boiler in the stove for the washing machine. She used Naptha soap, anything that was particularly stained; she would first give a little scrubbing on the washboard. Then put it in the rocker washer. She had a square of bluing that she quite often put in with the white clothes and sometimes boiled them in the copper boiler. Coloured clothes were done separate to whites. Then the handle was rocked until she felt the clothes were well washed. We had an old hand pump in the kitchen from which mother would get the water, pumping it in from the well in our field. She had a stand, which she would put beside the rocker washer and put a large round galvanized tub on. This would be filled with cold water. Once the washing in the rocker washing machine was complete, she would put the clothes through a wooden wringer that attached to the side of the rocker and dropped the clothes into the tub of cold water. They were then rinsed, put back through the wringer again and were ready to be hung on the line. The clothes line was out behind our woodshed and had a 4’ stand she would climb up on. She still liked to use that in the summer time when she was in her 80’s. In the early years she had clothespins that were made out of a single piece of wood, but she eventually had the modern clothespins with a spring in them. I have attached a picture of a rocker washing machine similar to mothers.
Around 1946 father and mother decided to put an addition on the back of the house to replace the summer kitchen. Dad had been a teamster prior to his marriage. He had started working in the logging camps when he was 14 and had made at least ten seasonal trips out west on the Harvest Train. He loved horses and was a friend of Dave Lumsden who had a couple of teams of horses. Dad would quite often look after these animals. He borrowed one of Dave Lumsden’s teams and a scraper. I have a very clear memory of his digging out a hole for the basement of that addition. I have found a picture of a horse drawn scraper that was similar to the one Dad used and have attached it. The one in the picture is missing the handles, which would be in the round tubes you can see in the picture. The teamster would have the reins to the horses crossed behind his neck, one hand controlling each of the handles. He would have the horses move forward with audio messages. Gidup, ( I don’t remember ever hearing get up.) haw or gee, being left or right. He would lift on the handles causing the scraper to dig in and fill the scrapper. He would then push back down on the handles as they moved forward stopping the scrapper from digging in. The horses would move forward or out of the hole where the teamster would give a lift upwards on the handles causing the scrapper to dig in, flip and dump the load of earth. The teamster would then drive the team around in a circle and take the next load of earth out. Dad eventually completed pouring the basement walls and floor. He was raised on a farm in Hurdville and was a rough carpenter. Dad then proceeded to build a story and a half addition that matched the front part of the house. I remember I was around ten that year. I was helping Dad put the shingles on the roof. The second story had a hip type roof at the ceiling line of the first floor, then a vertical wall and the main roof about four feet above that. I was laying shingles on the top roof and Dad was finishing up the hip about a 4’ drop below me. I suddenly started to slide, fell off the upper roof down to the roof that Dad was working on. I just had a pair of pants on but no shirt. As I slid past Dad and went over the edge, he reached out quickly and locked his fingers into the soft flesh of my lower side. I continued off the roof and he held on. I remember hanging there squealing like a pig, for a second or so before he lifted me back up to the level he was at. Dad calmed me down and we continued laying the shingles. Dad proceeded to finish the house then built a complete set of kitchen cupboards without any power tools. In later years when I thought back I was always so proud of him, you see he only had grade three education. His father passed when he was very young and he had six siblings. He assumed the father figure and was the last to marry. He was able to earn his third class Stationary Engineer’s papers and obtained a job in the Power House at CIL, where he worked for 24 years. The biggest regret I have to this day is that I never really expressed to him how very proud I was of what he accomplished in his life. He passed in 1967.
I have attached a picture of my mother and father’s house as it sits today. I am afraid I got a little carried away on my story and will have to continue my memories of the Lumsden’s in my next submission Part XII.
Anyone wishing to read my previous submissions can find them at the following URL: <https://nobelmemories.tumblr.com>
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writing patterns 👁️
rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!
I was tagged by @cranberrymoons! Thank you, this was SO FUN 💜
(All Steddie Fics)
1. Eddie could hardly breathe past the blood that was flooding into his mouth, threatening to choke him before he even had the opportunity to bleed out. – Times Like These (The Anniversary Edition)
2. “That was amazing, Eddie!” – Life is a Game (and True Love is a Trophy)
3. After the “earthquake" Steve made arrangements to have the RV brought back to his house for safekeeping. – Pieces of Memory
4. Eddie grinned as he pulled his trusty van, the very same rust-bucket he’d been driving since high school that he liked to refer to as Van Halen, if only to elicit the groans of both friends and strangers, into the small parking lot beside the Buckingham beach motel. – No Vacancy
5. Will Byers was only 12 years old when he learned that monsters were real. – The Crawl
6. Eddie opened the door. – I Couldn't Lose You
7. Steve and Eddie had been best friends since The Beginning. – Honey, You're Familiar
8. The ear-piercingly loud siren of the building’s fire alarm jerked Steve out of an already fitful sleep. – Burnin' For You
9. Steve was busy nursing his 4th or 5th drink of the night, he wasn't completely sure how many he'd had to be honest, and daydreaming about big brown eyes while he stared across the bar, when Robin suddenly came up from behind and threw her arm over his shoulder. – Ruby
10. This was Steve’s favorite part of sex. – The romantic implications of misquoting Pride and Prejudice
Patterns – I do like to open with a name, apparently LOL but otherwise it's just chaos it seems!
no pressure tags: @penny00dreadful @hitlikehammers @pearynice @hairstevington @soaringornithopter @griefabyss69 @sidekick-hero @hornedqueenofhell @klausinamarink
#tag games#fanfic#fanfic writing#steddie fanfic#steddie#stranger things#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve harrington/eddie munson
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>> Back on my AU bullshit today we have my take on Shadow Akechi (which, newsflash, isn’t a very creative take hjfh)
>> I’ll be describing pretty much everything under the cut as to save space and not clog up your dash or explore :)
>> And fair warning, there are spoilers to Persona 5 under the cut. IDK why I have to say this since the games been out for like 3 years, but people ask me to warn spoilers anyways SO
Also warning, it’s pretty much me trying to make Akechi Good so if you aren’t an Akechi fan I would just keep scrolling fjhdsjfh
>> SO BAsically we all know he was planned to have a castle-palace so I played off that idea and scrounged up a page of doodles. I modelled his palace off of Buckingham Palace so I’ve been calling it Akechi’s Palace since there’s already a Castle in the canon game.
>> The shadows are designed off the Queen’s Guard and have blindfolds instead of masks, which plays into Akechi’s Justice Arcana. There would probably be like 2-3 types of shadows, including guard, maids inside the castle, and butlers.
>> The palace is in the middle of a large city which is covered in TV screens and media outlets, all of which would be playing recordings of his TV appearances. The palace itself is surrounded by a tall, sharp, and possibly electric fence which keeps out the general public, which Akechi sees as faceless figures. There are large crowds of people surrounding the palace at all points of the infiltration and are mostly comprised of interviewers, press, and media hosts and fans. (The palace would be post-Okumura when Akechi regains support.) The fence which surrounds the palace is large and creates a large empty space which would insinuate that Akechi feels isolated despite the attention he receives.
>> I had a lot of trouble coming up with keywords for Akechi, but I said “eff it” and came up with some bullshit. The first keyword is obviously his name, Goro Akechi. His distortion plays off his ‘special complex’ and would most likely have something to do with ‘remarkability’ or ‘uniqueness’ or something which would put him in control- something that would also foil off of his canon dialogue before his fate at the end of his confidant. The last word, being the place of the distortion, is Akechi himself. There is no one specific place I feel Akechi would see distortion, except within himself. In Futaba’s case, she was trapped in her room, however, Akechi gets out A LOT. I think he’d see any problems he had and whatever complexes he burdened within himself, and consider them completely self-contained. If it weren’t himself, it would be a concept like the media or press instead.
>> Akechi, the main man himself, is regarded as ‘Prince Akechi’ in his palace and has a very pleasant and almost snarky/childish demeanour upon first contact in the game. He welcomes the thieves into his court and is surprised to find anyone visiting him, and attempts to make small talk with them. Even in his most raw and honest state of being, Akechi is still very two-faced and is naturally a people-pleaser during the first phase of his palace. When you eventually tell him your intentions to steal his treasure, he ushers the thieves by saying “By all means, Thieves, you may certainly try.”
He’s very charismatic, as you’d expect from Akechi, and scarily accurate to the real deal, however when you reach the second phase of his palace he becomes very cold, distant, and vulgar.
>> The palace would begin like any other, and your main infiltration point would be from a side room/kitchen in the back of the palace. You’d run through a good portion of it and see a lot of his distortion when it comes to the media, and how he sees it all wrapped under his finger and submitted to him. You’ll see how he sees the people of Japan who blindly followed the Thieves and his own words, and how little he thinks of people in general, like serfs or plebians. A very prideful display, and how his ego is fueled by the stupidity of the public. It would also insinuate all of the faked investigations that he undertook during pre-game instances.
However, once you reach a certain part of the Palace, you would begin to see a shift due to his two-faced nature. More information regarding his mother, father, and his situation become apparent as you travel further into the heart of his palace. His guilts, regrets, and his chaotic nature would be revealed as you come across his cognitive memories of what happened in his childhood.
This part of the palace would be presided with Loki, and would very much represent all of his anxieties, guilt, and regressions as a person. (I have headcanonned for the longest time that Loki is more or less a manifestation of his anxieties and hatred and therefore only amplifies that- while Robin Hood is a manifestation of his ego and his guilt and only serves to amplify that.) This section of his palace would showcase everything.
Everything beyond this point would be treated in hushed whispers within the whole ‘prince/palace’ theme, like some sort of scandal (think like, gossiping court and such. very European drama) and it might even touch on the Prince being a bastard, and how Akechi sees even those close to him in operation will eventually turn on him, including the Thieves themselves.
Yes, that’s right boys, there are cognitive versions of the thieves in this palace. The cognitive people who are shown to be within the Palace are people Akechi considers to be his own confidants in his own operations, including Sae, the SUI director, Shido, etc. you get the idea. He considers the Thieves to also be apart of this ring, and they are rather close to his heart/treasure, which could play off of what Morgana references in the final rank of the Justice Arcana. The thieves in his cognition, however, are ready to turn on him at any moment and are prepared to overthrow him in all manners of the idea. He doesn’t trust anyone, basically.
So yall probably wondering what the treasure is, since it’s a palace. Well boy howdy, do I have news for you!!! Because I’m like that I decided it would be interesting if Akechi posed a challenge in a different type of way-- in that he doesn’t have a treasure.
The treasure is a physical manifestation of what first caused the distortion, however, I think that what caused Akechi’s drastic distortion isn’t something physical at all. I know he’s always been a little... not great... however, I think what really pushed him over the edge was his awakening to a persona. Due to that, I don’t think it would be as easy for them to just go in and out with stealing his treasure. I think that in this case, they’d truly have to steal his heart in more than one way.
Should the calling card be sent, Akechi is aware that the Phantom Thieves have infiltrated and cleared his palace, and therefore his own heart and mind should be aware of the fact that they are going to attempt to steal the ‘treasure’ however, this wouldn’t make a treasure appear, but make his Shadow more aware and conscience to the events.
They’d have to not only defeat his shadow but then furthermore convince it to change its own heart. They would have to essentially take all that they’ve learned from the palace and attempt to convince Akechi otherwise, i.e. (you can tell I’m an Akechi sympathiser and want him to be happy with friends and a good ending) by trying to get him to understand that he’s not alone and other things like that.
The boss battle would be a little different and would initiate after a conversation where you have the opportunity to talk to him and try to reason with him, and Shadow Akechi would wield some sort of Robin Hood-esque persona/become something similar. Once you beat his first phase, you have another conversation with him before he lashes out, parallel to his boss battle in canon, and that's when the le epic sad times second phase begins when he transforms into a form far more befitting to his Loki/Chaotic side. After the defeat of his second form, you have the final conversation with him. If you were to say all the right things (like the godforsaken persona 4 ending dfjhdj) He would come to a resolve and believe you and the other thieves, and go back to Akechi, which would enact the change of heart, but in the event that you don’t say the right things, he will succumb to the guilt and regression of the second half of his palace/loki and Akechi will remain in the same toxic cycle he goes through in canon, or even has a psychotic breakdown or something similar to.
The palace would occur post-Sae, but pre-Shido, and should you successfully convince him and change his heart, he will lose his Loki persona and POssibly even Robin Hood in favour of an awakened form, and he could rejoin the team under better pretence. Should you not change his heart, he will either have a psychotic breakdown, or he will wait for you in Shido’s palace to confront you on it and attack you like in canon. (Idk, it’s honestly up for debate what happens if you don’t succeed with changing his heart) The end result would be Akechi sacrificing himself as per usual should the latter happen.
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I don’t really know!!! But I like the idea and I’ll definitely build on it for fun and continue to draw for it. I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes or weird stuff, I’m disassociating at 2am and losing my last brain cell, so I hope you can make sense of my weird AU drabble that isn’t entirely realistic or good!
#im so sorry honestly this post is a mess#persona 5#persona 5 au#p5#p5 au#goro akechi#ren amamiya#morgana#ann takamaki#ryuji sakomoto#yusuke kitagawa#makoto niijima#futaba sakura#haru okumura#masayoshi shido#shadow akechi#sketch#sketch dump#gavaladraws#shut up gav#prince akechi#akechis palace#persona 5 spoilers#spoilers
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How to Find Mycroft - Sherlock Season 2 Episode 1
In case you just want to watch the bits of Sherlock that have Mycroft in them… timings are taken from my Blu-ray player.
(Season 1 is described here.)
Season 2 Episode 1, “A Scandal in Belgravia”
(This is perhaps the best Mycroft episode, as he brings the case to Sherlock and then inspires him to solve it.)
15:14 - 21:16
Mycroft enters Buckingham Palace on the heels of Sherlock and John's reference to the queen, explains the conflict, serves tea, and repeatedly tells his brother to get dressed.
37:39 - 40:47
Mycroft comes to 221B to berate Sherlock for losing the phone and gets yelled at for snapping at Mrs. Hudson; we overhear a reference to Bond Air.
https://youtu.be/3DXh7nw2l0o
44:42 - 48:17
Sherlock calls Mycroft to warn of Adler's death, then they go to the morgue together, where we get the famous “Caring is not an advantage” speech.
1:09:14 - 1:09:19
Sherlock has flashbacks to Mycroft's Bond Air phone call.
1:09:33 - 1:10:22
Mycroft silently drinks and worries after getting Moriarty's text.
1:14:19 - 1:24:56
On the plane with Sherlock and Adler, followed by the showdown over the phone, then the scene smoking in the rain outside the cafe followed by the explanation to Watson of Irene’s fate.
This small clip is one of my very favorite Sherlock scenes. The graceful way Mark Gatiss has Mycroft close the umbrella, pick up the briefcase, and enter the cafe in one fluid movement really speaks to me for some reason.
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Cromwell Act III scenes xi-xvi
Summary:
III.xi. Davenant is alone, then Rochester enters. They discuss their plans, knowing that there is a spy among them and how angry Sir Richard is about it - not realising that Sir Richard is the spy.
III.xii. Dame Guggligoy enters, Rochester introduces her as his wife, much to Davenant’s surprise. Guggligoy can’t understand Rochester’s coldness to her advances, eventually he claims to have taken a vow of chastity (in his position as chaplain). She’s unconvinced and they argue, he exits and she follows him. Cromwell enters.
III.xiii. Cromwell holds Rochester’s paper (that Frances presumably gave him) and muses aloud, unaware that Davenant is able to hear him. Cromwell suspects that the spy in his court is either Rochester or George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham. Davenant reveals himself and they make small talk. Cromwell asks about Davenant’s travels, forcing him to admit that he spoke with Charles II in the dark (and so did not break his oath not to see him). Cromwell then grabs Davenant’s hat and finds a message hidden in the lining that confirms Rochester is the spy. Davenant is escorted off to the tower. Parliament all come in and Cromwell takes his seat.
III.xiv. Cromwell, Carlisle, Whitelocke, Stoupe, Thurloe and “the Parliament”. Cromwell begins by taking some precautionary measures, such as arresting the bribed guards. Parliament presents several bills, finally coming to the matter of the crown. The house Speaker urges Cromwell to accept, insisting that “Republics are, of all conditions, worst”. Cromwell says he will consider it, buying himself time while he sorts the conspiracy out.
III.xv. Cromwell and Thurloe, alone. Cromwell announces he’ll sleep where they are, in the Painted Chamber, where Charles I’s judges once met. Thurloe is apprehensive. Cromwell orders a bed to be made up, then tells Thurloe quietly that it isn’t for him. Thurloe, understandably, is confused. Rochester enters, in his position as chaplain. He is carrying a goblet.
III.xvi. Rochester, in an aside, reveals that he has poisoned/drugged the drink he’s carrying. Cromwell, by now well aware of the conspiracies against him, tells Rochester to drink it himself. Rochester attempts to stall but eventually obeys. He falls asleep quickly. Thurloe and Cromwell place him on the bed. There’s a knock at the door, it’s Manasses.
Thoughts/Notes:
Very interesting of Hugo to write a protagonist as someone who struggles to find a definite political viewpoint...who’s ambiguous even to himself...interesting
Now, I will admit to jumping to some slight conclusions when Villiers’ name came up, because I immediately thought of George Villiers, first Duke of Buckingham and boyfriend of James I. Who, you know, was assassinated in 1628, and therefore definitely not around by 1657.
HOWEVER, I will concede that Vicky did actually do his research, provided that the name here refers to the first Duke’s son, also named George Villiers, who succeeded his father as Duke of Buckingham and was involved in a Presbyterian plot against Cromwell in 1657-8. So, okay, point to Hugo.
#Cromwell Reread#Victor Hugo#Cromwell#missed a post yesterday so this is combining yesterday and today's reading#we aren't going very fast but we are goin steady
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RWRB Study Guide: Chapter 10
Hi y’all! I’m going through Casey McQuiston’s Red, White & Royal Blue and defining/explaining references! Feel free to follow along, or block the tag #rwrbStudyGuide if you’re not interested!
Earl Grey (267): Earl Grey tea is an incredibly common caffeinated tea. It is the base of a London fog.
Hamilton to Laurens, “you should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent” (267): This quote is from an April 1779 letter and is immediately followed by “But, as you have done it, and as we are generally indulgent to those we love, I shall not scruple to pardon the fraud you have committed, on one condition; that for my sake, of not your own, you will always continue to merit the partiality, which you have so artfully instilled into me”. Essentially, “you were rude to me, but I love you so much I forgive you as long as you look after yourself”. Just before it, Hamilton’s like “you taught me what it means to love”. (You can find it here)
Pyramus and Thisbe (268): The pair of lovers whose story inspired Romeo and Juliet, they were separated and could only talk through a wall between their houses (I’ve written a very in-depth analysis of this myth, which you can find here).
Dulles International to Heathrow (268): Dulles International is the airport in Washington, DC, and Heathrow is the classy airport in London.
John Cusack (270): An American actor largely known for his roles in the 1980s. This line in particular likely references Say Anything..., a romantic comedy known in part for a scene where Cusack’s character stands outside a girl’s window and plays music from a boombox.
Y’all had to marry your cousins (270): A reference to the royal tradition of only marrying other royals, which led to a whole lot of inbreeding.
Consummation (275): To consummate a marriage is to have sex for the first time, therefore making it “official”.
Wilde’s complete works (276): Oscar Wilde is an Irish author famous for writing satires and also defining gay culture in the late 1800s.
Fit of pique (277): If someone does something in a fit of pique, they do it spontaneously and out of anger at being wronged.
Mr. Darcy brooding at Pemberley (278): In Austen’s Pride and Prejudice (spoilers, though it’s been out for 207 years), after Elizabeth rejects Darcy’s first marriage proposal (which is essentially “your family sucks but you’re hot; marry me”), he goes back to the house his family owns and thinks about it and misses her.
Anmer Hall (278): A house owned by the Crown in Norfolk, England; it is currently home to Prince William, Duke of Cambridge.
Mel and Sue (280): A comedy duo and hosts of The Great British Bake Off. Sue was outed in 2002, but claims that “being a lesbian is only about the 47th most interesting thing about me”.
South Kensington (284): A district of West London known for its high density of museums and cultural landmarks.
Prince Consort Road (284): Prince Consort Road is a street in London named after Prince Albert, consort to Queen Victoria. A consort is a royal’s spouse or partner (hence Alex laughing at the idea of his being a prince’s consort)
Ferris Bueller/ Sloane (284-285): Ferris Bueller’s Day Off is a popular movie from the 1980s about Ferris, who skips school for a day of wild shenanigans in Chicago. Sloane is his girlfriend who’s roped in for the ride.
Victoria and Albert Museum* (285): The Victoria and Albert Museum, often abbreviated “V&A”, is the world’s largest museum of applied and decorative art and design. (you can explore their collections here)
Renaissance City (285): Room 50a of the V&A is full of Renaissance sculptures. (photo here)
Seated Buddha in black stone (285): The V&A has a bunch of Buddha sculptures, but this one is the only one I saw that’s in black stone.
John the Baptist nude and in bronze (285): Possibly this piece from 1881 by French sculptor Auguste Rodin and is in the V&A’s collection.
Tipu’s Tiger (285): A nearly life-sized semi-automaton that shows a tiger mauling a man in European clothes. The tiger makes growling sounds and the man screams and waves his hand when a handle on the side is turned; it also contains a small pipe organ on the inside and was created to show the power that the Tipu Sultan of India held over invading Brits. The “give it back” that Catherine argues for is officially called repatriation, it would mean that (Western) museums have to give back stolen objects; British museums are famously bad at doing this. (see Tipu’s Tiger here)
Westminster (286): Westminster Abbey, a church in London where royals are crowned and buried. It is covered with intricate carvings and beautiful stained glass.
The Great Bed of Ware (286): A bed made by Hans Vredeman de Vries from the 1590s; it is ten feet wide and made of oak. (see it here)
Twelfth Night (286): A Shakespeare comedy full of chaos that includes a woman cross-dressing, then her twin brother being mistaken for her.
Epocoene (286): A 1609 play that includes a boy dressing as a woman to dupe a man into giving his son an acceptable inheritance.
Don Juan (286): A Spanish figure known for his powers for wooing women; the first text published about him was in the 1630s.
Florence (287): Florence is a city known for its art; it was the cultural center of the Italian renaissance.
Gothic choir screen in the V&A’s Renaissance City (287): This Roodloft, or choir screen, carved by Coenraed van Norenberch is in the back of the Renaissance City in the V&A. It’s a stunning piece; the link above has great pictures and a more in-depth description than I could give.
Zephyr statue by Francavilla (287): You can see this statue here; it was one of thirteen statues commissioned for the garden of a villa near Florence. According to Greek mythology, Zephyr (the west wind) was married to Chloris, goddess of flowers.
Narcissus (by Cioli) (287): This statue may have once been the centerpiece to a fountain with Narcissus looking into an actual pool; it depicts him in the moment he sees and is mesmerised by his reflection.
Pluto stealing Proserpina (287): Likely the statue “The Rape of Proserpina” by Vincenzo de' Rossi. I couldn’t find it on the V&A’s site, but there’s more info here.
Jason with the Golden Fleece (287): This is a sculpture of a very naked Jason, the Greek hero who stole the golden fleece. He was helped by its owner’s daughter, who was in love with him, but whom he later abandoned. You can see the statue here.
Samson Slaying a Philistine (287): You can see this statue here. Henry does a pretty good job of explaining the incredible history behind it; all I have to add from my (limited) research is that it is remarkable in part for the fact that there is no one point on it that draws the eye-- it demands to be looked at completely or not at all.
Victoria and sodomy laws (288): Queen Victoria famously instituted a whole lot of anti-sodomy laws.
Viau on James/George (288): A 1623 poem by Théophile de Viau:
“Apollo with his songs
Debauched young Hyacinthus
Just as Corydon fucked Amyntas,
So Caesar did not spurn boys.
One man fucks Monsieur le Grand de Bellegarde [a friend of Viau],
Another fucks the Comte de Tonnerre.
And it is well known that the King of England
Fucks the Duke of Buckingham.”
“Christ had John, and I have George” (288): This is an actual thing that James I/VI said to the heads of the church. Here’s the full quote, from wikipedia (emphasis is my own): “I, James, am neither a god nor an angel, but a man like any other. Therefore I act like a man and confess to loving those dear to me more than other men. You may be sure that I love the Earl of Buckingham more than anyone else, and more than you who are here, assembled. I wish to speak in my own behalf and not to have it thought to be a defect, for Jesus Christ did the same, and therefore I cannot be blamed. Christ had John, and I have George.”
George iii (289): George III was the king against whom the American colonies revolted. He was deeply religious and instituted laws declaring that royals could not marry without the approval of the court.
Convent church of Santa Chiara in Florence (290): This church is no longer a church, but the altar chapel is in an alcove in the V&A. It is the only Italian Renaissance chapel outside of Italy. (you can see photos of it here and here)
Santa Chiara and Saint Francis of Assisi (290): Saint Francis of Assisi founded a few different monastic orders and is one of the most celebrated saints; Saint Clare of Assisi founded a women’s monastic order and wrote the first set of monastic guidelines by a woman.
Blessed Mother (290): Mary, the mother of Jesus, one of the holiest figures in Catholicism.
“Come, hijo mío, de la miel, porque es Buena, and the honeycomb sweet to thy taste”** (290): “My son, eat thou honey, because it is good; and the honeycomb, which is sweet to thy taste. So shall the knowledge of wisdom be unto thy soul: when thou hast found it, then there shall be a reward, and thy expectation shall not be cut off” -- Proverbs 24:13-14, King James Version (yes, that King James. He translated the Bible to make the church stop hating him).
David and Jonathan (290): An aggressively gay couple from the Bible who have been presented as friends for centuries. Jonathan was a prince and David a shepherd, but God promised that David would be king one day. Rather than argue this or hate David for it, Jonathan welcomed David into his household and loved him despite the prophecy that he would one day usurp him. Following Jonathan’s death, David took in Jonathan’s son and looked after him.
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, amen (291): Many Christian prayers end with “in the name of the Father, the son, and of the Holy Spirit, amen”. It’s a way of celebrating the god who gives you all of the good things in your life while also giving up control to them.
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A fill in from chapter 1, as requested by someone on AO3:
Deputy Chief of Staff (Zahra’s position, 23): The Deputy Chief of Staff is the top aide to the president’s top aide, and is responsible for ensuring that everything runs smoothly within the bureaucracy of the White House.
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*This museum puts out books called “maker’s guides” that teach you how to make pieces based on things in their collections; they’re super duper cool.
**I’m not a theologian, but I am a pastor’s kid, and just... this gets me. This whole bit, but this Proverb especially. Like obviously there’s the “oh we’re kissing and I’m thinking about honey tasting sweet”, but verse 14 coming in with the “when you’ve found what’s right, you will be rewarded with the confidence of that rightness and you will have hope”? Just kill me outright next time. Don’t make me google my own murder weapon.
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If there’s anything I missed or that you’d like more on, please let me know! And if you’d like to/are able, please consider buying me a ko-fi? I know not everyone can, and that’s fine, but these things take a lot of time/work and I’d really appreciate it!
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Chapter 1 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 11
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MM ANON ...a few more ideas
MM ANON ……
dodging the Boo-lets……
MM must have had a wicked case of déjà vu walking into Royal Albert Hall in London for the One Young World Summit today. The last time she was at Royal Albert Hall with PH in January attending Cirque du Soleil’s Totem Premiere they were booed.
November is a wicked month ………
A take on the book title “August is a Wicked Month” which is a take on T.S. Eliot’s famous line “April is the cruelest month.” Sounds like November is sure going to be colorful!
Banksgiving … …
MM is going to California to spend Thanksgiving (November 28) with her mom. Perhaps their bank accounts will be fattening up along with the turkey.
“He’s untouchable” ……
This may refer to Prince Andrew and how his powerful family, his wealth and his influential friends may combine to make him seemingly untouchable for the numerous scandals that keep coming out in the news.
Dispatches Dispatched……
Official state reports sent off to a destination (USA?)
“ l stand by my husband “s, millions ……
“Stand By Your Man” 1968 famous Tammy Wynette song that says stand by the person that you love or in this case, the money that you love.
“ you’ve lost your mojo mate” ……
Friend to PH. Nobody wants to hear this, but the good news is you can get your mojo back. What is mojo? As Austin Powers says — it’s the libido, the life force, the essence, the right stuff, what the French call a certain “I don’t know what.”
” when I was 21, it was a very good year”……
This nostalgic Sinatra song tells of someone going from small town girls to sophisticated city girls to rich blue-blooded girls. It’s the story of a man on his way up. The social climbing aspect of the song definitely corresponds to MM.
Marry and Hagon ……
Transpose to Harry and Megone! Wishful thinking, anyway.
“meanwhile, back at BP”…… “mummy, mummy a Halloween unicorn “…… “ I’m going as a 🦎”…… “well we’re going as M&H”……
Halloween plans are being made at Buckingham Palace with Princess Charlotte asking to dress up as a unicorn, Prince George as a lizard and William and Katherine jokingly suggesting they’ll be masquerading as PH and MM.
“yeah, it’s a pity I listened to my d***”. …… “ nothings impossible mate”…… “look’ here’s your out!!”
PH talking to a friend here regretting that he prioritized listening to his d***, his sex life, while his friend reassures him that he can still turn his life around. His friend points out how with her going to America for six weeks and DNA evidence proving you’re not the father you do have a way out of this mess!
One last riddle ….“The pain in gain stays mainly on the wane.” ((difficult)) … but fun.
Maybe this is too simplistic but I see this (and can vouch for!) this as saying the real pain in gaining weight is in the dieting and deprivation needed to lose it.
Thank you, interesting.😊❤️❤️❤️❤️
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