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ohsalome · 10 months

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In the aftermath of Prigozhin’s media empire collapse, former employees spoke out about the dark tactics employed, including hiring individuals to portray “victims of Ukrainian Armed Forces” in staged reports that underpinned Russia’s fake pretext for the full-scale invasion of Ukraine — its Big Lie about alleged “genocide in Donbas.”

Following the unsuccessful mutiny of the Wagner Private Military Company, its financier Evgeny Prigozhin had closed down his media empire, including the infamous troll factory. This included Prigozhin’s media holding “Patriot” and such media outlets as RIA FAN, Politics Today, Economics Today, Nevskiye Novosti, and Narodniye Novosti.

Employees of the Prigozhin media were long unable to disclose the state of affairs in the editorial offices, as they were all forced to sign non-disclosure agreements. However, now, they speak. Russian media website Bumaga interviewed several former employees of “Patriot,” who revealed unknown details about its operation and propaganda tactics.

Notably, one RIA FAN journalist who worked with military coverage from Donbas told that the source files of the interview often contained off-screen instructions for the heroes of the reports, who were hired people coached by an off-camera operator who offered advice on how to say their pre-memorized lines more realistically (and with more propaganda effect):

“Most of the people who were portrayed in such stories as ‘victims’ of the Armed Forces of Ukraine were stand-ins, hired individuals. These characters repeated pre-memorized lines to themselves, trying to ‘squeeze out a tear.’ They were also instructed off-camera by the operator to speak ‘slower’ or to ‘repeat this moment again’,” told the former employee of RIA FAN.

This admission is crucial, as it offers more proof of how Russia fabricated its 9-year-long propaganda narrative about the Ukrainian “Nazis” deliberately attacking the “people of Donbas.”

Other famous debunked examples of this narrative included a story that state TV channel Pervyi Kanal ran on 12 July 2014, showing an “interview” with a woman who claimed to have witnessed the crucifixion of a three-year child by Ukrainian nationalists. However, bloggers and journalists from Ukraine and Russia could quickly prove that the woman was an actor and the story was a hoax.

Another well-known debunked “Donbas genocide” propaganda case happened in April 2015. The Russian TV channel NTV claimed that a ten-year-old girl had been killed by Ukrainian government forces in eastern Ukraine, echoing the disinformation story about the crucified boy from the year before. A BBC reporter working on the ground in the conflict managed to prove that also this story was a hoax. (For more examples of Russian propaganda that demonizes Ukrainians, check out our article A guide to Russian propaganda. Part 1: Propaganda prepares Russia for war).

Since Russia first invaded Ukraine in 2014 and occupied part of eastern Ukraine’s Donbas, Russian propaganda has meticulously demonized Ukraine and the Ukrainian Army. One of the grand narratives of its propaganda claimed that the Ukrainian forces attempting to liberate their lands from the Russian invaders were actually “punishing” the Ukrainians in occupied Donbas for their alleged “choice” to be with Russia, which is how Russia called its fake “referenda” that led to the creation of two puppet republics, the Luhansk and Donetsk “People’s Republics.” The revelation from Prigozhin’s media empire’s employees reveals how this narrative was forged, one fake report played by actors after the other.

The final result was the creation of Russia’s Big Lie, the alleged “Donbas genocide,” which Putin used to launch an invasion of Ukraine on 24 February 2022.

Bumaga’s material revealed other fascinating details about the operations of Prigozhin’s media empire.

Former “Patriot” employees revealed the security checks and the workplace atmosphere to Bumaga anonymously. According to a former employee, each media was allocated a floor, and smaller editorials sat together.

“They did not check me on a polygraph, but I heard stories from newcomers. They were taken to a room where security service specialists worked with them and asked questions,” said the source.

These questions, asked during a “lie detector” test, intended to weed out any drug addicts or Russian opposition sympathizers, especially fans of Alexei Navalny, another source told Bumaga.

Moreover, the media empire had extensive surveillance measures in place. An anonymous source disclosed that they “followed electronic passes, cameras, and all records from computer screens were broadcast to the security service.” When Patriot was just opened, a special department existed in the holding that was engaged in custom materials about the opposition.

Two former employees of the Patriot holding, in a conversation with Bumaga, claimed that everyone at the “troll factory” knew that the goal of Evgeny Prigozhin’s media was to create informational noise to “clog the agenda.”

“Information noise was generated along with the implementation of Prigozhin’s interests. While some [journalists] distracted people with the problems of other countries, with these reports from Africa and so on, with our local celebrities and reviews of dumb movies, others, on the front lines, were brainwashing people with materials from the ‘Special Operation Zone‘,” a former journalist of RIA FAN told, referring to Russia’s codename for its invasion of Ukraine, where Prigozhin’s Wagner PMC played a key role.

Now, the former employees of Prigozhin’s once-famed “troll factory,” who sowed disinformation in Russia and abroad, are left without a job. Luckily for them, prominent Russian media managers are stepping in to give them decent work in top Russian outlets:

“Dmitry Sherikh, the head of the St. Petersburg branch of the Russian Union of Journalists, has volunteered to help the employees of the ‘Troll Factory’ find jobs: ‘The Russian Union of Journalists will, whenever possible, appeal to the heads of other media outlets to help find employment for our dismissed colleagues, as well as provide other information support.’ The chief editor of ‘Moskovsky Komsomolets in Petersburg,’ Timofey Shabarshin, who is also the former head of ‘Nevsky News’ (up until 2021), also agreed to welcome the colleagues. Vladimir Yagudaev [an SMM manager from Prigozhin’s media empire who talked with Bumaga – Ed.] does not know if the Union of Journalists helped his former colleagues, but he notes: ‘Certain chief editors have begun to hire the most interesting employees into St. Petersburg publications. However, this is a limited contingent.'”

Located near St. Petersburg, Prigozhin’s troll factory, also known as Internet Research Agency (IRA), was one of the more-studied elements of the Russian propaganda machine. To achieve its goals, the troll factory employed fake accounts registered on major social networks, online media sites, and video hosting services. It expanded threefold in 2018. The troll factory’s employees were given messages they should push in social media and online debates in what a US indictment called “activities as a strategic communications campaign with an emphasis on target group awareness.”

#ukraine #russia #war in ukraine #russo ukrainian war #russian propaganda #all the major tankies have me blocked someone rub their faces into this thx

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ask-serendipity-sky · 8 months

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1108: Facts and observations

•Day 0

1108 started on the 8th of November of 2015.

Jimin uploaded a video of him and Jungkook to twitter:

On the 26th of January 2016, Jk uploaded a small snippet of a song he was covering.

•Day 100

And on the 15th of February of 2016, Jk uploaded the entire song Nothing Like Us and noted to listen to the lyrics as they were expressing what he wanted to say:

In Korean culture, parents celebrate 100 days after a child is born. This is to indicate that the child made it through the first vulnerable phase in their life. In the same manner, the 100 days are celebrated by Korean couples.

And this is what Jk had to say 100 days after the 8th of November of 2015:

There's nothing like us There's nothing like you and me Together through the storm There's nothing like us There's nothing like you and me together, oh

•Day 366 (1 year)

On 08/11/2016, a year later, Jimin posted another video of them:

•Day 732 (2 years)

On Oct. 28, 2017, Jungkook treated Jimin to a trip to Tokyo. It was because of this trip, that Jungkook released gcfTokyo on Nov. 08, 2017.

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A fan used the images in the video and was able to determine the hotel and room jikook stayed at. It was room number 1108.

The video also used the song There For You by Troye Sivan:

Boy, I'm holdin' onto something Won't let go of you for nothing I'm runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you There was a time that I was so blue What I got to do to show you? I'm runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you

Day 811

On the 26th of January 2018, in a Japanese fancafe, Jimin gifted Jungkook a drawing of a set of champagne glasses and a bottle. Note the details of the glasses.

•Day 900

On the 25th of April 2018, a day before the 900 day milestone, Jimin had a vlive where it was obvious he wasn't alone in the room. He kept looking to the side, laughing shyly and explained:

After he said this, you can hear someone whisper, "Jimin."

Day 1000

On August 3rd 2018, Jk posted a selfie while they were all filming BV3:

During BV3, jikook were able to look around the city alone, and have a boat date under the moonlight.

Day 1013

As you all may know 10:13 is also known as Jimin ssi, or Jimin time. It only makes sense that this day would be special to jikook too.

On the 16th of August 2018, Jimin tweeted a series of 3 tweets:

Jungkook was the only member that appeared in the photos with Jimin. It is also interesting to note the 2 butterfly temporary tattoos he had on his hand.

This is the same time when they had the photoshoot with the inflatable unicorn:

The next day, Jimin uploaded a tweet with the caption "Love Ya", and one of the photos was him and Jk.

•Day 1141

On the 22nd of December 2018, when fans uploaded their selfies on fancafe, the fans let Jk know that Jimin had uploaded his own:

This prompted Jk to type "JIMINNNN" and he signed off. He later uploaded a song that he stopped at 1:18:

You take my mind away When you touch me that way This place, your face It gets hard to breathe I know you're feeling me now You're all I see Almost like we're dreaming

•Day 1394

On the 1st of September 2019, Jk made 2 tweets. One in which uploaded a snippet of Decalcamonia, which he also ended on 1:18:

•Day 1500

On the 16th of Dec 2019, Jimin posted a good night tweet:

The time he uploaded this was at 1:50.

•Day 2300

On Feb 22, 2022, Jk uploaded a story on insta where he is in a car, listening to So Good by Joan. The story was labeled 23:08 even though he uploaded it at 1:24 am.

You and me Got a lotta tension, not even to mention Ooh, that night, just two weeks ago It was half past ten Thinking about living, suddenly when you walked it You took my breath away

•Day 2315

On March 10, 2022, during the Permission to Dance Concert, Jimin used the 2315 numbers and stated the following:

2315 days had passed since November 8, 2015.

•Day 2545

On the 26th of October 2022, Jk uploaded a photo of himself while he was in Qatar. He uploaded the photo at 11:08 Korea time and, 5:08 Qatar time.

•Day 2643

On the 2nd of February 2023, Jimin answered a question on weverse at exactly 23:08. The question is now deleted.

•Day 2684

During Jungkook hosted a series of lives on White Day, 14th of March 2022. His first live was started at 8:11 pm:

During these lives, Jk changed to various outfits and had an extensive playlist. One of the songs that was included was There For You.

•Day 2855

On the 1st of September 2023, Jk hosted a short live to thank the fans for being present with him during so many birthdays. He ended his live quickly and it lasted 8:56 minutes:

My impressions

Based on Korean customs, celebrating different day milestones is typical in a Korean couple.

While some may think that jikook started dating on the 8th of November 2015, I think that's when they decided to be intimate with each other.

I feel like a jikook kiss had already happened since the last time Jimin asked Jk for a kiss publicly was in September 2015 for Jk's birthday. From there, one can only think that things proceeded quite quickly.

I think that in recent years, we have observed less mentions of 1108 because of BTS' popularity and so many fans expecting something from jikook.

It's possible that jikook has decided to not make these milestones known like they did before, but every now and then, they still reference that number. Who knows when they will do it again.

But who is counting, right?

#jikook #jimin #jungkook #1108 #Spotify

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gcgauthier · 1 month

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Along with her eventual win - and the creation of an Award-Winning Documentary about her journey - her actions not only drew attention to some dirty, little copyright law abuses, but she also managed to raise public awareness of what a single person was capable of accomplishing.

I couldn't resist her story! Her heroic achievement is not only inspirational, but has also become an integral part of world history!

Accomplishments like these need to be recognized, and the only way I know how to do it is to write and perform silly, little cartoon songs - which I did - hence, this record.

(Ahh, the ear-worms of childhood, right?)

Anyway, "Glucksey's Birthday Song," is available on all major streaming platforms, and FOR FREE on YouTube, (keyword - "Glucksey.") Also, please feel free to share the song with ANYONE who's having a birthday! (It should annoy them for only a minute.) And last but not least, I want to thank you all for your constant love and support. None of this could have been possible without you. Your friend, Chrizzz.

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#inspiration #creativity #author #poetry #vinylrecords #glucksey #animation #cartoon #birthday #kids

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throwbackgaylor · 13 days

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april 24, 2015 | nine years ago today

while at a signing in nyc, karlie kloss posed with one of taylor’s 1989 polaroids that featured lyrics to ‘style’

#april 24 2015 #april 24 #2015 #karlie kloss #kaylor #style #1989 #muse confirmation #gaylor throwbacks #gaylor #gaylor swift #lgbetty #songs and albums

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junetuesday · 2 years

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24 Hours in Room 426 - pt 1

Summary: 24 hours in a hotel room with boyfriend!LHH. Smut held together (loosely) by fluff. There’s next to no plot.

Content warnings: smut (nipple play, light hair pulling, overstimulation, toys, squirting, creampie kink, oral M and F receiving), fluff, alcohol, food, LHH and bunrry

Word count: 5.7k

A/N: this is my first time writing since April 2020, and my first Harry fic so be nice to me :) this all escalated from an anonymous ask that wasn’t even sent to me lol but yeah. I hope you enjoy and please please let me know if you did!! Also this is set in like 2015 on OTRA but that’s not really important. Warnings are for both parts. PART 2 here!

10:48pm

Toying with the strap of your backpack, you made your way down the hotel corridor, dragging your suitcase behind you. A step ahead of you walked a security guard, having been handed over to him at the back door to the hotel by the driver who picked you up at the airport. He was part of the regular tour crew, so you’d met him a couple of times before and were able to make polite conversation with him in the lift on the way up to the fourth floor.

You fell quiet once the doors opened, anticipation bubbling in the pit of your stomach. The security guard looked down at his phone for a third time as you stepped onto the plush carpet, checking the room allocations for each of the boys.

“H - 426…” he mumbled under his breath, more to himself than to you as you passed room 422. “42…6 - here we are.”

Stopping in front of a door on your right, he raised a fist to knock - three quick raps, then two more after a beat.

“Special delivery,” he spoke drolly as the door swung open - but you hardly heard him.

You couldn’t help the grin that pulled at your lips when you saw Harry. Dressed in a thin white t shirt, black skinny jeans with a rip in the knee, and barefoot, his long hair was pulled back into a bun at the back of his head. Loose strands curled around his temples, a few longer ones tucked behind his ears.

“Hey,” he greeted you both, one corner of his lips hitched up higher in a lopsided smile.

“Hi,” you caught his eye for a moment before turning to the man beside you. “Thanks.”

Harry stepped back, holding the door open to let you and your bags into the room while he said his own thank yous to the security guard. Dropping your bags on the corner of the entryway, you turned around as he shut the door. You didn’t even get a chance to look at him properly before he was pulling you into a tight hug, his arms around your shoulders and yours around his waist. You felt his hands splayed across your back, pressing your bodies together so your face was smushed against his chest. Breathing in deeply, you immersed yourself in the scent of him. He’d been travelling all day too, yet he smelled as fresh and comforting as ever.

You pulled apart slightly when his hands moved across your shoulders to come to cup the sides of your face, tilting your head to bring his lips to yours. He kissed you deeply, instantly sucking your bottom lip between his own - and you kissed him back, because how could you not? Your hands smoothing up his chest, you sighed happily when he began to kiss along your jaw, moving one of his hands out of the way and down to your waist.

“You not even going to ask how my flight was?”

“How was your flight?” he murmured against your skin, kissing just below your ear.

You chuckled, but tilted your head to let him suck harsh kisses to your neck. “Yeah it was fine –”

“Good.”

You’d barely got the words out before he cut you off, capturing your lips with his own and starting to walk you back towards the bed. The sudden movement startled you, making you squeak involuntarily into the kiss, your hands grasping at his t-shirt. You took a few shuffled steps back with him, but stopped when you felt the bed hit the backs of your legs. You tried to pull back from the kiss but his mouth remained attached to yours, not letting you get away. His body curved forward, yours bending backwards as you tried to create some distance between you.

“Babe,” you managed to get out against his lips.

“Mmh?” he hummed, in between hungry kisses.

“Can I just–” you giggled when he kissed you again, not letting you speak. “H.”

He tilted his head to separate your lips, resting his forehead against yours. “Yeah?”

“Can I at least go to the loo first? I’m all plane-y.”

Harry huffed, and you felt his brow furrow against yours, but he straightened up.

“Fine,” he sighed, stealing one more peck on your cheek before he released you, watching you shrug off your jacket and kick off your shoes before disappearing into the ensuite.

11:00pm

Opening the bathroom door with your jeans in hand, you were about to explain that you figured there wasn’t much point in pulling them back up just to come out and take them off again.

“I realised – what are you doing?”

You cut yourself off, laughing when you saw Harry. He was on the bed, his back resting against the centre of the mountain of pillows, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle, scrolling lazily through his phone - naked.

“Saving time,” he shrugged, locking his phone and setting it on the bedside table. His brow quirked and the corner of his mouth hitched up into a smirk when he looked up at you, standing in the doorway in just your top and underwear. “What are you doing?”

“Saving time.”

Dropping your jeans on top of your bag, you pulled your top and bralette off and tossed them to the floor as you climbed onto the bed. Harry’s hands found your waist as you straddled his thighs, your hands clasping his shoulders for support. Once you were settled you adjusted the chain around his neck, the fine metal gliding through your fingers as you twisted it so the clasp was in its proper place at the back of his neck, the cross sitting in the centre of his chest. You could feel his eyes on you as you worked, taking in every inch of your face.

“How was your flight and everything - genuinely?”

You linked your fingers together at the back of his neck, finally meeting his gaze before you answered.

“Yeah, it was fine. Long.”

He had, of course, already asked you this. You’d texted when you landed, and as he was already at the hotel he’d had nothing else to do than send you a barrage of messages the whole drive from the airport. Can’t wait to see you. Can’t wait to kiss you. Can’t wait to fuck you. A picture of the bed with This is where I’m gonna keep you.

“What about you?”

“Same,” he shrugged. “Slept most of the flight but I’m still exhausted.”

He looked it, honestly, his eyes a bit puffy and ready to drift shut at any moment. You took comfort in knowing he had the whole day off tomorrow to do absolutely nothing.

“Best you get to bed then.”

“Yeah I just have to do something first.”

“What’s that then?” you feigned innocence as his hands moved from your hips to your back, pulling you closer. His nose nudged against yours, his breath ghosting over your lips before he kissed you. “Oh right yeah, that.”

As if you’d forgotten. As if his half hard cock hadn’t been sat between you the whole time.

The kiss deepened, your tongue slipping delicately into his mouth as you trailed one hand down his chest to take his length into your hand. He grunted into the kiss at the contact, biting your bottom lip when you started to pump firmly. Pulling your lip free, you scattered kisses along the edge of his jaw, prompting him to tilt his head back. You felt his pulse steadily beating under your lips when you kissed a particular spot beneath his ear, a groan emitting from his throat when you sucked on the warm skin.

“Careful.”

The word came out quietly, strained, as if it physically pained him to stop you.

“Yeah, I know.” You switched to nibbling on his ear lobe instead, not trusting yourself to be able to avoid marking his skin.

Your hand continued to work his length, your thumb brushing along the edge of the head occasionally, as you shifted on his lap, looking for some sort of friction against your core. Luckily some was soon given to you, Harry’s arms tightening around your body and flipping you over onto your back. Attaching his lips to your neck, he pressed one of his thighs between yours. You sighed in relief, rolling your hips to grind your pussy along the firm surface.

You, thankfully, didn’t have thousands of eyes on you every night, so he was free to bite and suck marks onto your skin as much as he pleased. Which was quite a lot, apparently. You were managing to keep pumping his cock while he assaulted your neck, but it was very distracting, and then he was moving down your body and kissing your chest and it slipped out of your hand and out of reach. You squirmed as his nose dragged down your stomach - by now you were so wet and so desperate to feel him on you. His hands, his mouth, his anything. Sometimes he’d take his time with this journey, scattering kisses all across your skin before he even got to the waistband of your underwear, and you didn’t think you’d be able to take it.

It appeared he was taking the express route this time, though, just four firm kisses in a messy line down your abdomen before he was tugging your pants down. You wiggled out of them with his help, kicking them off to the end of the bed. Harry’s hands gripped the undersides of your thighs, spreading your legs apart and holding them there. You whimpered in anticipation, the sound morphing into a moan when he licked a long stripe the whole length of your pussy, his wide tongue spreading you open. He repeated the motion, once, twice, three times, your fingers weaving into his hair as he did so. He pointed his tongue, using the very tip to encircle your clit, teasing it torturously. You whined, pushing his head deeper between your thighs - and thankfully, he took the hint.

“Oh please-” you moaned as he captured your clit between his lips, sucking hard.

Please what, you weren’t sure. Please don’t stop, please do this forever.

He added his tongue, flicking it across the bundle of nerves, and it would be almost embarrassing how fast he was going to make you come if it didn’t feel so unbelievably good. He kept going, sucking and licking you, as he let go of one of your thighs to push two fingers inside you. Flipping his hand palm up, he brushed his fingers against your g spot, rubbing it in quick, short strokes, curling his fingers in a beckoning motion.

It had to hurt, how tight you were gripping his hair, curls coming free from his hair tie, but you could feel him grunt in pleasure against your pussy and he was rutting his hips against the bed, so it seemed he didn’t mind at all. Not that you could stop if you wanted to - you were so so close, could feel it in the pit of your stomach that you were about to come.

Harry released your clit for a second to breathe, and you were about to whimper at the loss of contact, but before you got the chance he was back on you with renewed vigour and you were coming. Your thighs clamped around his head, your back arching, a loud moan slipping past your lips. His fingers worked inside you mercilessly despite how tight you were clenching around his digits, and his mouth didn’t let up either, not until you tugged on his hair to pull him away. He complied, turning his head and kissing the very top of your inner thigh while his fingers switched to a slow pumping motion.

“I missed you,” you said breathlessly.

He kissed his way back up your body, “missed you too” murmured against your skin along the way. You draped your arms around his shoulders once he was finally face to face with you again, one of his arms resting beside your head to prop himself up and the other still between your legs. You shared a messy kiss, his mouth wet with your arousal as it moved with yours. He finally pulled his fingers out of you then, wrapping them around his cock instead, spreading your wetness across the tip.

You both looked down between your bodies as he lined himself up, both of you groaning when the head nudged past your folds. There was a heavy crease between his brows, his tongue resting at the corner of his mouth in concentration as he willed himself to go slow.

He eased into you gradually, his hand around the base of his shaft, and you shifted beneath him. It had been weeks since you did this, so despite how ready you were mentally, you still needed a moment to adjust physically. He glanced up at you, wordlessly checking you were okay. You just nodded, tightening your arms around his neck to urge him down to kiss you again. He dipped his head to bring his lips to yours, pushing further into you in the process. It wasn’t really a kiss at all, your mouths both falling open as you breathed heavily. You forced your eyes open, looking up at him.

“I love yo-oh!”

Harry pulled out and pushed back in fully as you spoke, his cock hitting deep inside you as you tried to say you. He brushed the side of his nose against yours, pressing your foreheads together.

“Love you.”

He began to thrust into you at a slow, steady pace, your hips lifting to meet his each time. Your body was becoming used to him again, your muscles relaxing with each jolt of his hips and squeeze of your thigh where it sat hitched up around his waist.

This was your favourite kind of reunion sex - a gradual reacquaintance, the weight of his body on top of you, his eyes locked on yours with a particularly deep thrust, sweet words whispered in ears and murmured against lips. You were glad you’d managed to pause to go to the bathroom when you arrived, or things would likely have gone differently. Sometimes your reunions would be quick and rough, his kisses all tongue and teeth and his fingers pulling your underwear aside to have you from behind, bent over the nearest available surface. And that was fun, of course - you wouldn’t have had any complaints. But it wasn’t quite the same, didn’t give you quite the same feeling of reconnecting like this did.

And, of course, this position afforded you the opportunity to grab his ass, pushing him deeper inside you as you kneaded the firm muscle - which was one of your favourite things to do.

His movements were beginning to get sloppier and faster then, a sure sign he was close. You were too, your walls clenching around him more and more, and he knew it.

“You gonna come for me, baby?”

You bit your lip, looking up at him with eyes full of lust and love, and nodded.

“Fuck- come on–”

He buried his face in your neck with a grunt, muttering encouragement against your skin. You slid a hand between your bodies, your finger rubbing tight circles over your slick clit to give you the extra push you needed. In seconds you were coming hard, whining into Harry’s ear and digging your nails into his back as pleasure exploded through you.

He groaned loudly, sucking a harsh kiss to your neck as he came undone too, his hips slamming into yours roughly as he released inside you. Moving your hand away from your clit, you let the friction of his pelvis rubbing against you as he ground out his orgasm carry you through yours.

“Shit,” he breathed once he was finally done, his body collapsing onto yours.

You lay like that for a while, him occasionally kissing your shoulder or your neck while one of your hands rubbed his lower back, the other playing with the curls at the back of his neck as he softened inside you.

“Did you eat?” you spoke after a few minutes, voice soft and quiet.

“Mmmh,” he hummed, pushing himself up and rolling off you. You missed him already. “Did you?”

“Yeah, on the plane. Wasn’t bad actually.” You curled into his side, your head on his shoulder and arm across his middle. His arm wrapped around your back, keeping you close, the other laying on top of yours on his tummy. “What d’you want to do tomorrow?”

He sighed, puffing air past his lips harshly.

“I really wanted to take you out for dinner, but…”

He trailed off, and you remembered the amount of people that were gathered outside the front of the hotel when you drove past. You shook your head.

“Yeah I don’t think that’s happening.”

“Yeah… sorry.”

“That’s okay,” you lifted yourself up slightly, craning your neck to peck his lips. “I literally don’t care what we do.” You settled yourself back down, nuzzling your face into his neck. “We can just do this all day.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his arm around your shoulders squeezing you tighter.

“Sounds perfect.”

08:04am

The first thing you saw when you woke up was the back of Harry’s head. His hair tie was just about keeping his hair together, all the shorter hairs at the back of his neck having come free in his sleep. He was laying on his front with his head turned to the side, facing away from you. Your gaze travelled down the expanse of his back, to where the sheets were just covering his bare bum. You briefly debated giving the firm muscle a squeeze but ultimately decided against it - you weren’t ready for the consequences of that action just yet. You needed more sleep, so you just scooted closer to him instead, draping your arm across his lower back. Pressing a kiss to his shoulder, you felt his chest rumble beneath your lips as he grunted in his sleep.

“Sorry,” you whispered, not wanting to wake him.

He twisted onto his side, still facing away from you, but didn’t speak. It seemed he was still mostly asleep, just pulling your arm from around his waist and clutching your hand to his chest. You held your breath, waiting for a sign he was awake, but none came. So, you relaxed against him, slotting your bent legs behind his and letting sleep pull you back under.

10:26am

Without even opening your eyes you could tell you’d switched positions in your sleep. You knew, because you could feel Harry’s lips on your shoulder and his hand on your stomach, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb.

Taking a deep breath in and out, you sighed, letting the oxygen flood through your system as you woke up.

“Morning.” Harry’s voice was raspy in your ear, cracking on the first syllable.

“Good morning.” You hummed happily, giggling when he pressed a noisy kiss to your neck.

He chuckled softly in reply, placing more gentle kisses along the curve of your shoulder. As the rest of your body slowly came to life, you took in more of your surroundings - the daylight streaming in between the gap in the curtains, the warm smell of sleep and sex that eminated from the sheets, and, most notably, Harry’s hard cock pressed against your ass.

“You alright there?”

“Yep,” he chirped, his hand inching lower on your stomach. Past your belly button and still going, his fingers crawling their way along your skin. Instead of dipping between your legs, though, his hand moved up to your hip, trailing up and down your thigh softly.

You turned over onto your back after a moment, his upper body coming up hover over yours as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Are you ever not horny?”

He paused for a moment, nudging your nose with his before responding. “Sometimes I’m asleep. Or hungry.”

“Fair enough,” you chuckled, snaking one arm around his body.

Your other hand reached up to hold the side of his face, your lips meeting in a lazy kiss - all soft moans and even softer movements. No more words passed between you - they weren’t necessary. You were just enjoying being close to each other, enjoying the novelty of waking up together.

His hands explored your body, still bare from the night before - squeezing your breasts, your waist, your thigh. You were enjoying the slowness of it all, you really were, but you could feel his dick pressed up against your leg, begging for attention. So, you let your hand trail down from his neck, down his chest, along his abs, until you could take him into your hand. He grunted into your mouth at the contact, and you felt him twitch against your palm.

You pumped his length slowly, spreading your legs for him when you felt his fingers ghost over your inner thighs. His finger dipped deftly between your folds, gathering your growing wetness and spreading it over your clit. You both moved at the same unhurried pace, relishing the warm tingles that spread through your half asleep bodies.

When he finally pushed one finger inside you, your hips bucked up against his hand, desperate for more. His fingers stretched you open slowly, adding a second when he could feel you were ready for it. Scissoring and pumping his fingers languidly, he moaned into the kiss when you tightened your grip on his cock. You hadn’t meant to, but his fingertips had grazed over that spot inside you, and your body reacted. He repeated his movements, making you whine.

“Go back on your side,” he all but whispered against your lips, giving one last curl of his fingers before pulling his hand from between your thighs.

You kissed him once more before you obliged, turning to lie on your left side with your back to him. Feeling him shift behind you, you bent your right leg up slightly to give him access to line himself up with your entrance. You took a deep breath, letting it out in a whine as he pushed inside you. It wasn’t quite as much of an adjustment as last night, but there was still a pleasant stretch as he filled you.

You could feel the length of his body pressed against yours, as close to you as possible as he ground into you, searching for the right angle before he began to move. When the head of his cock nudged over that spot inside you, you couldn’t help the gasp that fell from your lips, your nerves already sensitive from his fingers.

Turning your head, you reached behind you to tangle your fingers in his hair, your nails scratching gently at the back of his head. Harry pressed a kiss to your cheek before starting to thrust into you, his arm wrapping around your body to hold you close. You closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the grunts and half-words he was moaning into your ear. His hips slamming against your ass firmly with each thrust, pleasure coursed through you. Your fingers tightened in his hair, tugging at the roots when you felt him hit a particularly deep spot inside you. His hand gripped your right breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger to elicit a deep moan from the back of your throat.

It wasn’t much longer before his movements began to speed up, the precision of his thrusts faltering. His hand left your breast, instead moving to pull at your wrist to untangle your fingers from his hair. The palm of his hand pressed to the back of yours, he slotted his fingers between yours and brought them down to the bed in front of you.

“Lay on your front.” His voice was strained, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your ear when he spoke, pressing his body against yours and pushing your chest against the mattress.

His cock slipped out of you as you moved your lower body, but he was quick to fix that once you were in position, your hips raised off the bed slightly.

“Oh fuck-” “Shit-”

You both moaned at the new angle, a few more slipping past your lips when you rolled his hips against you, dragging his cock across your g spot. His right hand still held yours, pressing your hands to the bed as he began to thrust into you once more. Faster and harder than before, each snap of his hips made the bed creak. The headboard thumped against the wall as he fucked you into the mattress, but he didn’t seem at all bothered by the sound. You weren’t sure how you got there from the leisurely touches you’d shared when you first awoke, but you weren’t complaining. You could feel yourself getting close already, your walls beginning to spasm around him.

“I’m gonna come,” you panted, your eyes closed and brow creased in pleasure with the side of your face pressed into the pillow.

Harry groaned behind you at your words, his pace and precision never faltering. It only took a few more strokes before you were moaning out your orgasm, your whole body tensing from the inside out as waves of pleasure washed over you. He didn’t stop thrusting into you until your muscles began to relax - and then he pulled out and tucked his hand between your legs in one smooth movement, rubbing your clit hard and fast.

“Holy sh–”

Your mouth hung open, unable to finish forming the words you’d started. Your back arched at the sudden contact, lifting your hips further off the bed as the second wave of your orgasm ripped through you, more powerful than the first. You were vaguely aware of Harry pressing kisses to your spine, soft in comparison to the way his fingers were working you through your high. You bit down on your pillow, just because it was half in your mouth already and you didn’t know what else to do as each pass of his fingers over your clit kept you coming, drawing out your orgasm, keeping you at the top of that wave. He didn’t stop even when you felt yourself finally topple over the edge, your body slumping against the mattress. You squirmed at the overstimulation, whining, and his fingers did slow, but didn’t pull away.

“Please.”

Your plea was barely audible, but he heard you, his hand moving to knead your ass cheek instead.

“Sorry,” he murmured against your skin, kissing your shoulder.

“S’okay,” You shook your head as much as you could, with your face smushed to the pillow. “Feels good, I just - I need a sec.”

Harry waited while you caught your breath, his right hand squeezing yours periodically while his left caressed your waist, fingers dancing over your hip and down your thigh. After a minute, you puffed out a deep breath.

“Okay, I’m good.”

“You sure?” His hand gripped your hip, poised.

“Mmhm.”

“Excellent.”

He tugged at your hip, and you followed his wordless instruction, tilting your pelvis to allow him to slide back inside you. Immediately setting a brutal pace, he slammed into you hard and fast - a stark contrast to his gentle touches only moments before. He found your left hand in the sheets, engulfing it with his own the same as your right, your palms pressed to the bed and his fingers gripping yours. All you could do was lie there and moan breathlessly, letting him use your body to chase his high. Without even trying to he was hitting your g spot every time, and you were just starting to think you could come again if you really tried, despite how your muscles were screaming at you to let them rest, when you heard a deep “fuck fuck fuck” from somewhere behind you, and suddenly he was coming inside you, his movements slowing to deep, heavy thrusts. You clenched your walls around him over and over, biting your lip when you heard him moan gutturally as you drew out every last bit of his orgasm.

His weight pressed your body into the mattress when he collapsed onto you, spent. He moved after a second, allowing you to breathe again as he let go of your hands and rolled off of you. You didn’t move yet though, just bending one knee to get a bit more comfortable and turning your head to look at him. Your lids were heavy and his were the same, lazy smiles on both your faces. His stretched into a wide yawn, scratching the back of his neck. The action made you yawn too - only yours was cut short by him sticking a finger into your mouth.

You scowled, and he laughed.

“God you’re so annoying.”

He kissed your forehead in reply, and you tried to keep your frown in place but your mouth was betraying you, your lips twitching into a smile.

“Okay,” Harry spoke decisively, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing up. “Shower first or food first?”

With great effort, you flipped onto your back and sat up, feeling his cum start to drip out of you as you considered his question.

“Food first.”

12:15pm

Ordering food was definitely the right call - by the time it arrived you were positively weak with hunger. You answered the door in a baggy t shirt and a pair of shorts, feeling underdressed while you stood awkwardly by as the hotel staff set plates and glasses down on the table. Not as underdressed as Harry, of course, who was hiding in the bathroom in his underwear.

The second you turned the lock on the door after thanking the servers, you heard the door to the ensuite open and Harry’s voice shortly after.

“I’m fucking starving.”

You didn’t think you’d ever seen him move as fast as he did then, closing the distance from the bathroom to the table in two quick strides and taking lids from plates with both hands. Your stomach growled as you joined him at the table, signalling your agreement with his statement.

You were both so hungry you barely even spoke until you were halfway through your breakfast. Once you were sated, though, conversation flowed easily between you, like it always did, and you were soon leaning back in your seats, clutching glasses of orange juice and talking through future plans.

Eventually you moved over to the sofa that sat under the window, perpendicular to the wall mounted TV. You were going through your calendars, figuring out when you’d see each other next and doing general life admin - like seeing if he’d be able to come to your mum’s birthday.

“What date’s that again?” he asked as he got to his feet. “I’m gonna have another coffee, d’you want one?”

“It’s on the 20th but the party’s on the 22nd. I - uhhh–”

You’d started to reply, but when you glanced up from your phone your brain short circuited for a second. He was just standing there, tight black boxer briefs sitting low on his narrow hips as he refilled his mug. He looked so at ease, his hair pulled back into a fresh bun, though some pieces still curled at the back of his neck, too short to fit into the hair tie. Your eyes raked over his body, taking in every ridge and smooth expanse of skin, some areas littered with blank ink, until you reached the laurels just above his waistband, almost level with the edge of the table.

“Babe?”

“Yeah?”

Your eyes shot up to his face, realising he was looking at you expectantly with the cafetiere poised over your empty mug.

“Coffee?”

“Oh yeah, uhm, yes please.”

He poured you a cup, smirking to himself as he did so. “What you thinkin’ ‘bout?”

“Just, um… Just noticed the height of that table,” you muttered nonchalantly, scratching the back of your neck.

Harry snorted a laugh, spilling a few drops of milk as he poured it into your cup. “I was thinking that earlier, actually.”

Switching his smirk for an innocent-looking smile, he picked up both coffees and made his way back over to you.

“Did you say the 22nd?”

2:36pm

“So I was thinking,” Harry started, stepping around you to let you stand under the shower head while he shampooed his hair, “we could still go for dinner, but like, in the room.”

“So… room service?”

He rolled his eyes as you lathered shower gel over your body.

“Yeah, but we pretend we’re at a restaurant.”

“Ohh, like still get dressed up and stuff?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, bringing his hands to your waist and pulling you closer to him. “I mean, I, for one, would hate for that dress to go to waste.”

You’d bought a new dress for the trip and sent him a picture from the dressing room when you’d tried it on, and judging by the speed with which he called you after he got it, he seemed to like it.

“Of course,” you laughed, tilting your head to meet his lips in a wet kiss.

It only lasted a moment though, your face scrunching up in disgust.

“Phlegh - shampoo in my mouth - bleugh - but yes that sounds cute, let’s do that.”

Harry snorted, apologising as he switched places with you again to rinse his hair before pressing a shampoo-less kiss to your temple.

Read part 2 here!

#im beside myself #with nerves and excitement #harry styles one shot #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #lhh #boyfriend!lhh #boyfriend!harry #boyfriendrry #bunrry

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Okay, here's the second summary, this time for all the work I've done this year.

Jan | Feb | Mar

Apr | May | Jun

Jul | Aug | Sep

Oct 1 &2 | Nov | Dec

Honorable mentions go to: this year's pride month post, "I wish I had wings", some kisses, baby Faust, BFFs, grrahrarjshhhhrhjjrhragrrrgaghghr, all of Faustober

2014 | 2015 | 2016 | 2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2020 | 2021 | 2022

I want to take some time to share my thoughts on 2023, it's kinda personal and long so you can read it under the cut.

This year has been the hardest year of my adult life. It started with my grandma coming back from the hospital. She was in a terrible state so we had to take care of her almost 24/7. Which was colliding with my work a lot because we we're understaffed. I have very vague memory of the first 4 month of this year because to me it was: go to work, go to my parents to take care of grandma while my parents are at work, go back home, sleep, repeat. Unfortunately grandma passed away near the end of april. But that wasn't the end of my problems, now I had problems with my apartment. Some of you may know I was struggling with bedbugs, I spent over 1k PLN for professional help just for these feckers to come back because they were coming from my neighbors. Then around summer a cable in my kitchen melted and caused a power outage. I'm ending my year with a gaping hole in my bathroom wall because an upstairs neighbor flooded me and the bathroom cabinet had to be removed because it was destroyed by water. It was an awful year for me personally. I'm surprised all that stuff had almost no effect on my art. While picking stuff for this summary I had some hard time picking just one for month. I'm hoping that the next year will be better, because I can't believe it can get any worse. Thank you for following my silly little blorbos from my head, it means so much to me, you have no idea. Here's to more happy Fausts in 2024.

#art summary #art summary 2023

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mitchtheficus · 2 years

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A Golden Lovers Timeline

PART 1: LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

The beginning of this story, covering the events leading to their first match and the forming of the Golden Lovers (2006 - 2008)

PART 2: LOVE AND SUCCESS

The Golden Lovers’ adventures in DDT (2009 - 2010)

PART 3: FALLING BEHIND

Their first foray into NJPW, the beginning of the end, and Budokan (2011 - 2012)

PART 4: THE GOLDEN LOVERS ARE NOT OVER

The end of their tag team, and Kenny’s last match in DDT (2013-2014)

PART 5: BETRAYAL

Kenny joins the Bullet Club and breaks Kota’s heart (2015)

PART 6: SEIZE THE THRONE

Kenny gets some new, sadder pants (Jan 2016 - June 2016)

PART 7: AND WAITING FOR HIM

The Pining Chapter (Aug 2016 - Sept 2016)

PART 8: WRESTLE KINGDOM 11

A wild Kota-lookalike in a tiger mask appears! (Oct 2016 - Jan 2017)

PART 9: I NEVER FORGOT ABOUT YOU

Kenny’s slowburn face turn (Feb 2017 - June 2017)

PART 10: RETURN

Kenny says a lot of things about Kota being back in njpw (June 2017 - July 2017)

PART 11: A MEETING IN A HALLWAY

Kota tries to reach Kenny (July 2017 - Aug 2017)

PART 12: THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE

Cody Rhodes enters our story (Dec 2016 - Dec 2017)

PART 13: WRESTLE KINGDOM 12

Kota reclaims the Phoenix Splash (Dec 2017 - Jan 2018)

PART 14: CRISIS

New Years Dash, January 5, 2018

PART 15: REUNION

New Beginning in Sapporo, Jan 27-28, 2018

PART 16: HOMECOMING

Immediate Elite fallout and Golden Comeback Documentary (Jan 2018 - Feb 2018)

PART 17: HONOR RISING

Shit hits the fan (Feb 2018)

PART 18: WHERE WAS HE

Matt Jackson’s Feelings

PART 19: STRONG STYLE EVOLVED

The Saddest Match Ever (Feb 2018 - March 2018)

PART 20: WE CAN’T TRUST THIS GUY

Kenny visits ROH and the bucks see Cody’s true face (March 2018 - April 2018)

PART 21: THIS IS WHAT LOVE LOOKS LIKE

The Lovers spend Wrestlemania Weekend in New Orleans (April 5-7, 2018)

PART 22: REACHING OUT

The bucks try to repair their relationship with Kenny (May 2018 - June 2018)

PART 23: THE POWER OF LOVE

Dominion, June 9, 2018

PART 24: VIDEO GAMES AND THE COW PALACE

The lovers play video games and Cody chooses friendship over power for once (June 2018 - July 2018)

PART 25: MARATHON

Kota fights his way through the G1 (July 2018 - August 2018)

PART 26: TWO PEOPLE THAT SHARE ONE HEART

G1 Climax Semi-finals and Finals (August 10-12, 2018)

PART 27: THE SEA BETWEEN US

The End

[NOW ON WORDPRESS]

#goldenloverstimeline #the golden lovers #kota ibushi #kenny omega

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April 24, 2024: How Can Black People Write About Flowers at a Time Like This, Hanif Abdurraqib

How Can Black People Write About Flowers at a Time Like This Hanif Abdurraqib

dear reader, with our heels digging into the good mud at a swamp’s edge, you might tell me something about the dandelion & how it is not a flower itself but a plant made up of several small flowers at its crown & lord knows I have been called by what I look like more than I have been called by what I actually am & I wish to return the favor for the purpose of this exercise. which, too, is an attempt at fashioning something pretty out of seeds refusing to make anything worthwhile of their burial. size me up & skip whatever semantics arrive to the tongue first. say: that boy he look like a hollowed-out grandfather clock. he look like a million-dollar god with a two-cent heaven. like all it takes is one kiss & before morning, you could scatter his whole mind across a field.

From the poet:

“I was at a reading shortly after the [2016] election, and the poet (who was black) was reading gorgeous poems, which had some consistent and exciting flower imagery. A woman (who was white) behind me—who thought she was whispering to her neighbor—said ‘How can black people write about flowers at a time like this?’ I thought it was so absurd in a way that didn’t make me angry but made me curious. What is the black poet to be writing about ‘at a time like this’ if not to dissect the attractiveness of a flower—that which can arrive beautiful and then slowly die right before our eyes? I thought flowers were the exact thing to write about at a time like this, so I began this series of poems, all with the same title. I thought it was much better to grasp a handful of different flowers, put them in a glass box, and see how many angles I could find in our shared eventual demise.” —Hanif Abdurraqib

Today in:

2023: Lit, Andrea Cohen 2022: Meditations in an Emergency, Cameron Awkward-Rich 2021: How the Trees on Summer Nights Turn into a Dark River, Barbara Crooker 2020: Ash, Tracy K. Smith 2019: Under Stars, Dorianne Laux 2018: Afterlife, Natalie Eilbert 2017: There Are Birds Here, Jamaal May 2016: Poetry, Richard Kenney 2015: Dreaming at the Ballet, Jack Gilbert 2014: Vocation, Sandra Beasley 2013: Near the Race Track, Brigit Pegeen Kelly 2012: from Ask Him, Raymond Carver 2011: Sweet Star Chisel, Dearest Flaming Crumbs in Your Beard Lord, John Rybicki 2010: Rain Travel, W.S. Merwin 2009: Goodnight, Li-Young Lee 2008: Bearhug, Michael Ondaatje 2007: Meditation at Lagunitas, Robert Hass 2006: Autumn, Rainer Maria Rilke 2005: On Turning Ten, Billy Collins

#nature #poetry #poem #race #bipoc poet #hanif abdurraqib

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I see people on the internet telling stories about their realisation of their sexuality, realisation they were not straight, but for me it was never an issue. On contrary, for me it all started with the phrase "I wish I was *this*" and then a phrase "wait, what if I am *this*?"

Like, in 2015 it was several months that I got into 1d fandom and Larry was a thing. I read a lot of Larry imagine and aus on the internet. It was the time when I discovered that gays exist (and later about the whole lgbt community). I think back then even I already somewhat fancied one of the girls in my form without realising it, and just one night I was sitting on my bed thinking, and I thought "I wish I was a lesbian". And so I realised I was a lesbian.

Since then, I thought I was 100% lesbian until April last year. I then thought that it would be really cool if I were aroace and didn't get to think about getting a girlfriend cz I wouldn't be able to have one anyway, I mean, nobody ever fancied me, so... I fancied one woman from work, and it was unbearable to think about her 24/7. I thought, "Wish I was aroace, then I wouldn't get to think about her that much." And then I was like, "Wait, what if I am aroace? It's not like I want to be in a romantic relationship with her or even have sex. I just wanna be friends, have emotional connection, and she's really beautiful. " I identified as an oriented lesbian aroace for a while, I still sometimes do, but I'm feeling just aroace most of the time. Maybe because I've never really been in a relationship, my brain chemistry changed over the years and now I'm aroace.

Also, until this year, I think, I didn't realise I was aplatonic as well. But then I thought, "Wish I was aplatonic", then saw one of the definitions of aplatonic on one of the aplatonic blogs on here (if I find it, I'll add a link). It said that aplatonic is someone who struggles to make friends, and that's exactly what I am.

For me, my sexuality, somehow, has always been something I wish I could be, and then I would realise I was that.

I'm not trying to say that those people who are in denial at first when they discover their sexuality or their experiences are not valid, I'm just sharing my story.

I apologise if there are any errors or typos, it's a long text and I'm too lazy to check it.

#aroace #oriented aroace #aroace lesbian #aromantic #aro #asexual #ace #lesbian #aplatonic #aplaroace #queer #lgbtqia+#aspec #realisation #tu

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 4 months

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Timeline Part 3: May 2017 - June 2017

Previously: 2015 - April 2017 | Update to April 2015 - April 2017

As I mentioned before, I'll be doing these in smaller chunks because Tumblr keeps crashing when I do longer posts. In this edition, we'll look at Sussex PR from May 2017 to June 2017.

A quick note first. There isn't as many pieces from Meghan's mouthpieces during this window as there were earlier in the year. I suspect either a) Harry caught on to how much Meghan talked to the press so she scaled back to keep working him or b) the articles were handled when Meghan's team was scrubbing the internet.

This is also when we start seeing the Daily Mail start dripping hints about Meghan's dossier.

Here we go!

And as always, if you have updates, corrections, additions, please share!

5/2/2017: Meghan gives an interview to Good Housekeeping. This is the first known "roast chicken" reference.

5/3/2017: Meghan teases that Harry uses caviar pills to cure his male pattern baldness. "He" credits Meghan's holistic wellness.

5/4/2017: Buckingham Palace announces that Prince Philip is retiring after the summer and will stand down from royal duties. Anna Wintour is made a Dame by The Queen.

5/6/2017: The BBC claims that Harry's father is actually James Hewitt.

5/6/2017 - 5/7/2017: Audi Polo Challenge 2017 at Coworth Park. Meghan attends to watch Harry play polo and she is photographed with Mark Dyer. On Day 1 (May 6th), paparazzi catch Harry and Meghan kissing in the car park. On Day 2 (May 7th), William also plays polo and allegedly has Meghan thrown out of Coworth Park for stalking. Also on May 7th, Meghan leaks that she will be attending Pippa's wedding.

5/8/2017: Meghan wears a wedding dress for a movie.

5/9/2017: It's revealed that Meghan ditched Serena William's baby shower to go to London to see Harry.

5/10/2017: Mark Dyer sells his pubs to move out of London. The article is the first confirmation that he/his pubs had hosted Harry and Meghan for dates in the early days of their relationship. Speculation begins that Dyer doesn't like Meghan at all.

5/12/2017: Risque photos from a production Meghan did in 2011 resurface.

5/16/2017: Meghan flies into London for Pippa's wedding, although it isn't reported until May 17th and it isn't confirmed until May 18th.

5/18/2017: Meghan confirms she is in London to attend Pippa's wedding.

5/19/2017: Meghan does a pap walk in leggings and shows off her bum. The photos lead to the headline "Wedding of the Rears" and a front page photo by The Sun. Eugenie gives a tone-deaf interview about her "career" and mentions that she loves "The Crown."

5/20/2017: Pippa's Wedding. Meghan is not invited to the ceremony but is allowed at the after-party. Harry leaves the wedding midday to drive 3 hours round-trip to pick Meghan up from Nottingham Cottage. Rumors begin that Meghan wasn't allowed at all to Pippa's wedding, making Meghan angry, so to keep the peace, Harry left the wedding early and picked Meghan up so they could drive past local press to pretend they were going to the wedding.

5/21/2017: Meghan is papped leaving Kensington Palace early in the morning to fly back to Toronto.

5/22/2017:

Meghan gives an interview to Glamour UK about her fashion sense and style. She gives an infamous quote about how she likes to wear monochromatic neutrals (which later bites her in the butt when she says the royals made her wear only neutrals).

The Daily Mail reveals that Meghan's legal first name is actually Rachel.

Risque photos from Meghan's 2013 film resurface.

Meghan claims she was given rooms at the hotel where Pippa's wedding breakfast was being held and that she stayed away from the service out of respect to the bride. This completely contradicts her earlier story that she had stayed at Kensington Palace and that Harry left the wedding early to collect her for the after-party.

5/24/2017:

Priyanka Chopra gives an interview in which she speaks about Meghan and hints that she and Harry are engaged, saying she hopes for an invite to the wedding.

Meghan leaks that Harry plans to take her to Lesotho.

Sentebale's financial report is published.

5/28/2017: Meghan teases that she and Harry are house-hunting in Norfolk to be near William, Kate, and the children.

5/29/2017: William's GQ issue is published, in which he gives an intervew speaking about Diana's death and new photographs of the Cambridge family (in black and white!) are released.

5/31/2017: Camilla Thurlow (of Love Island) gives an interview about having dated Harry back in 2014 when they were photographed at a nightclub together.

6/4/2017: Harry travels to Singapore for four days to play polo in a fundraiser for Sentebale. He also does AIDS awareness work. The polo game is where he meets and befriends Nacho Figueroa.

6/7/2017: Harry travels to Sydney to promote the 2018 Invictus Games, merching his Meghan bracelet. Also, Pippa and James Matthews are in Perth for their honeymoon at the same time.

6/8/2017: Andrew applies to the UK Intellectual Property Office to trademark his Pitch@Palace initiative.

6/9/2017: Meghan is just like Queen Letizia!

6/10/2017: Meghan the yoga influencer. Meghan gives an airport papwalk in Texas ahead of the ATX Festival, merching her Panama hat, The Economist, and Chanel. Patrick Adams gives an interview to ATX about Meghan's relationship and speculates Harry ought to make a cameo on Suits.

6/11/2017: US Weekly speculates that Harry and Meghan could be getting married soon.

6/14/2017: The Sun recaps Harry's past relationships. They also reveal that Meghan had been invited to the 2016 Invictus Games in Orlando. The Sun claims that Meghan accepted the invitation and attended the games, but she and Harry didn't meet.

(June 14, 2017, is also the Grenfell Tower fire.)

6/16/2017: The Daily Express speculate on what Harry and Meghan's children could like.

6/17/2017:

The royal family celebrates The Queen's Birthday Parade, Trooping the Colour. (Kate and Charlotte wear pink.)

Meghan merches a gold and diamond thumb ring that she claims is from Harry. She also claims that Harry gave her a Cartier Love Bracelet (which we know now is actually from Trevor).

E News reports that Harry flies to Toronto after Trooping festivities to visit Meghan. E News also claims that Harry will propose by the end of the year and that Meghan is preparing to move to London. They later update the article to say Harry's camp denied that he went to Toronto and instead went directly to Malawi/Africa.

6/20/2017:

William and Kate make their first Royal Ascot appearance.

Meghan puts Beatrice and Eugenie on notice that she knows they're trying to take her down.

Rumors of Meghan's attitude/behavior causing problems on the Suits set begin. She brushes it off in an interview saying the cast is upset she keeps ditching them to spend time with Harry and that it'll blow over when she introduces Harry to them.

According to unverified claims by E News, Harry leaves Toronto and flies to Malawi for conservation charity work.

Meghan's character arrives on "The Windsors."

6/21/2017: Harry's Newsweek interview to commemorate the 20th anniversary of Diana's passing, and is part of his Hero Harry PR drive. Infamous snippets:

He's in no rush to get married or propose (clapback to all of Meghan's PR trying to hustle him down the aisle).

No one wants to be king or queen.

He wanted to quit the royal family at one point.

Meghan "communed with the dinosaurs" date night at the Natural History Museum.

"Small window of when people are interested in me before George and Charlotte take over."

6/22/2017: Fleet Street criticism of Harry's Newsweek interview begins. It lasts for about a week.

6/25/2017: Sexy photos from Meghan's 2014 model shoot resurface. Meghan leaks that Harry is making her engagement ring with diamonds and emeralds from Diana's collection and that he is collaborating with the royal jeweller, Harry Collins. She also says that Harry wants to marry sooner rather than later while Philip is still around to attend. (This comes after news that Philip was hospitalized for an infection and immediately causes speculation that Philip is seriously unwell/knocking at death's door.)

6/26/2017: E News claims that Harry's discussion about modernizing the monarchy and his role in the modernized monarchy is him preparing for marriage. This immediately causes speculation amongst royal watchers that he and Meghan had fought about the monarchy's way of charitywork (versus her issues-based campaigning) and Harry's sudden discussions about how the monarchy was modernizing was his attempts to fix it.

Also on 6/26/2017, the Court Circular confirms Harry is in Malawai. It is his only Court Circular appearance between 6/17/2017 (Trooping) and 7/6/2017.

6/27/2017: Meghan flies to London. Harry merches Sandals' Grande St. Lucian resort in a promo article. He stayed at the resort during his Caribbean tour in November 2016.

6/28/2017: Meghan merches her clothes and Channel 4 announces a "Meet the Markles" reality show/docuseries about Meghan's family.

6/29/2017: Meghan merches her clothes again and again tries to be a fashion influencer by plugging the "Meghan Effect." The trailer for Suits Season 7 drops and Charles and Camilla travel to Canada for a 3-day tour.

6/30/2017: Meghan leaks that she and Harry are very private homebodies and prefer to stay at home.

7/1/2017: The Cambridges, Harry, and the Spencers attend a private memorial service at the Althorp estate for Diana. (Meghan is in Toronto filming the 100th episode of Suits, courtesy of Patrick Adams' instagram.) Meghan's relationship history is published. Charles announces plans to throw an enormous 70th birthday party for Camilla.

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