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#cw Prince Philip
hyp3rfixation-h3ll · 2 years
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the only person i feel bad for at this moment is the necromancer at the buckingham palace cuz where are they gonna find a job now :(
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pieufer · 8 days
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Me and Ur Ghost
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Yandere Ghost x Reader
Cw: Implied child-neglect, possessiveness, confinement, death (not reader), female reader, reader isn't the best of parents.
"Eleanor..." A voice murmurs, and comes forth a young man. Clothing embroidered with such jewelry and silk that still pales in comparison to his shiny golden hair reminiscent to an angel's glowing halo. Sapphire eyes piercing towards the woman in front of him while the gentle-looking girl beside him this whole evening clings to his arm in comfort.
She flinches and casts down her gaze at said woman's scowl directed at her. Eleanor's eyes narrow at the girl then back to the man who whispers her name laced with venom and disdain. She scoffs at the sight of the two being this close to each other despite of the number of curious eyes glance their way.
When the crown prince came face to face with her, the music and the chattering voices around them came to a halt, eyes on the two individuals.
Eleanor could hear the murmurs and whispers, yet, remains poised and calm. Just as she was taught, a future queen must be ready even in stressful situations such as this one.
She claps her hands together, her eyes closed and lips curling into a smile, "Your highness, good evening. Are you enjoying the banquet so far?"
"I've heard you've harrassed Julianna once again..." Straight on the topic... Eleanor thought.
"Harrassed? Whatever do you mean?"
"Don't play dumb with me, Eleanor." Philip hisses, scowl deepening further and Eleanor bets he'd get wrinkles before he could reach old age.
"I've said this before and I'll say it again. Don't meddle with my affairs,."
Eleanor firmly says, "And politics isn't something to be easily discarded just because of some true love nonsense. This marriage between you and I has been made ten years ago."
"You have no say in that. I am the crown prince and you're merely my fiance." Philip's hand curls into a shaking fist, body trembling in anger. Elizabeth holds his hand with her soft ones and calms his nerves. Philip relaxes slightly at the motion and lets out a deep sigh, holding his beloved's hand back.
He stares back at Eleanor and points to her. The words coming out his mouth remembered for centuries to come.
Meanwhile...
"Your majesty, the crown prince..."
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"My son did what?!"
You remember those story books mothers would read to their children before they're tucked in bed? One where a crown prince annuls his engagement with his devious fiance in favor of the one he loves? Now... what if said crown prince had also declared this in an extravagant event, one where all kings and queens, high ranked nobles alike gather 'round and see such a display in front of them?
It isn't a surprise that the kingdom became a laughing stock in neighboring kingdoms and villages far and wide. Even worse that the laughing stock of a prince is your own son!
The duke, father of your son's fiance and second most powerful man in the kingdom, will no longer speak a word with you. Enraged of the humiliation his daughter had faced and doesn't want any part with whatever business you want to deal with him. You couldn't hide the shame and embarrassment that creeps up when you're in a meeting with high officials and one of them subtle and others not-so-subtlely bring it back up.
You wanted to disown your son then and there and adopt a child to be your heir that isn't them. Your advisor was against it, saying that it'll only make matters worse and you just wanted to bash your head in a nearby marble wall to die and be reincarnated as a villainess who divorces her horrible husband in favor of living her best life.
Philip could no longer go out the castle without valid reason, you made sure of that. Elizabeth, the adopted daughter of a baron, isn't doing any better either. Call it petty, but the trading deal between the baron and you was going smoothly until you decided to stop it abruptly. Making excuses that it's too risky and wouldn't sell much. Understandably, the baron was distraught and doubled even more when you demanded that his daughter to be place in house arrest for the next three years.
Pettiness aside, the kingdom isn't doing all to great... It hasn't been, when the former king and queen passed away and ever since your spouse died the day your son was born. They've been too ill and never better, baby Philip in your arms crying. He'd just been born and yet... they couldn't hold the child in their arms as they let out they're final breath. Asking, begging you to take care of the child and love it like they would've...
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Alright, enough of that. You have to fix this one way or another. You feel a tear in your eye already when your advisor handed you the remaining debt you owed to the western kingdom and the numbers aren't going any lower.
Ahh... how long has he been like this? Floating around, existing and not at the same. Waking up one day to find himself back in the castle where he's supposed to rule. Walking around aimlessly as everyone that he bumps into goes through him without looking back or muttering an apology. Honestly, is this how you've trained the staff since he left? Speaking of which, some of them aren't doing their job either. Lounging around in one of they royal room's couches, something they could never afford for a lifetime, and chatting with their friends as if they own the place whenever you weren't around.
No one here respects you, it's clear to him when Henry was watching you. You were filing documents, not a very good one at that, he notes, and the butler burts in without a knock and immediately walked in like he wasn't speaking to someone who's of higher ranking than him. They didn't call you with your title and had the audacity to spoke directly to your name.
Did you know most of the servants are embezzling the money intended for your son, Philip? Of course, you didn't. It's not like you've paid attention to him anyway. His poor son desperately trying to get your attention since he was a young child and you dismiss him everytime. Saying you're busy and don't have the time to deal with him. Now look what happened, the crown prince is a stubborn child, throwing tantrums and outbursts when nothing goes the way he wants. Guess, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Politics isn't something you're great with. He mentally cursed when saw you sign a contract without reading its terms and conditions, too easily swayed by the merchant sly, persuasive words. Promising unimaginable wealth, only to end up with debt with more zeros than you can count and the merchant running off with money that'll lasts him for years.
But that's his fault, you must be so lost without him beside you. He reminisce the days the two of you were children.
A daughter of a lower viscount, a title that isn't worth much in Henry's eyes but doesn't mind if it's you, sent here in the castle to be the prince's playmate. The king and queen felt sorry for confining their child here inside the castle walls. But there wasn't anything they could do, when everyday his battling an illness that could never be cured.
And how lonely did he felt. He throwed objects his hands could grab anything on, shouting at servants and demanding to be let out which they won't for it is the king and queen's orders. Seeing their son's distress, they decided to appease him by sending in children his age. High ranked nobels, children of respective families here to be his playmate.
He didn't like any of them.
Most of them leaving his room sobbing in tears at the sickly prince's remarks and awful behavior. One was almost hit with a vase to the head and his parents payed the family one of their gold mines in exchange to never speak of it.
Henry didn't like any of them because it was unfair. How they can walk outside whenever they want. No guard stopping them from setting one foot out the gates, and no maids reminding him of his parents rule, talking to him in that same calming tone you use to a baby. A single splash of hot tea to their face and they immediately change their tone.
His parents are at a lost at this point, tired of paying every noble with their child to keep the whole ordeal a secret, and their son's outbursts becoming worst and worst. So they sent in another one, you.
Henry didn't like you at first but that statement could be said about the others. He treated you just as the same, whining, throwing tantrums, anything that would no doubt piss you off. But you never wavered, no, it's more like you didn't understand. Always tilting your head and looking at him with that dumb expression. He thought you were making a mockery of him, looking down at him as the rumored prince with a bad-temper, acting like he was some dumb child.
However, you didn't. Then it finally clicked. Ahh, you didn't now why you were here, did you? You looked lost if anything, like you were dragged here without any explanation. The two of you didn't speak to each other the entire day. You awkwardly sipping your drink and him staring blankly at you. And when you've returned back at your estate at the end of the day, his parents were suprised he was calm the throughout all of it, even more so when he asked about you.
Turns out, your father has heard of the king and queen requesting high ranked noble children to come and play with his highness, and he recommended you, his eldest daughter who's the same age as his highness. Presenting you as if your some gift, how your such a sweet and docile child, you'll follow along to whatever asks of you.
The next time you're called an audience at the palace, the prince asked what its like outside. How does the sun feel on your skin? Is it true that sea water is salty? What does the end of a rainbow look like? And so much more, and it made you warm up to him. In every visit, you'd bring a picture book with you, other times some photo albums of you and your family.
Showing him the waves of the sea, describing to him the taste of grass in your nostrils, and the beautiful smell of roses. He was at awe of every word you'd describe, of all the little places you could go and everywhere you've been, it all sounded so exciting. You promised to each other that you'll go there someday, once his fully cured. He promises to marry you and leave this place. He wants to live near the sea and have lots of children, as you smack him in the head and grumble that you couldn't possibly give birth to that many.
And now he's here. Dead. Soul never having to rest. He remembers the story books you've read to him before, about how the dead don't fully disappear unless their wish is granted. Is this how it's suppose to go? Forever trapped here. Even till death, he could never go out these damned castle walls and taste the sweet scent of grass and feel sun in his skin.
Watching over a kingdom falling apart with a dysfunctional family running it. He couldn't stop the sighs escaping his lips as you're swindled again by another merchant. Just how many times is this now? The only thing that kept this place from falling into ruin is that loyal advisor of yours. Helping you manage royal documents, giving you advice in meetings. Don't you see his using you?
Aside from the scandal that happened in the banquet, everyone in the entire kingdom gossip of the reliable advisor of the idiotic queen, saying that he'd make a better ruler. Your advisor isn't doing anything to stop the rumors either, in fact, his making it worst by admitting you rely on him for everything.
Even your servants showed more respect to him.
It made his blood boil when that damn advisor of yours said it be best if you marry the king of the western kingdom to appeal him, form and alliance and hopefully your debt will be forgotten. He even said you could marry him. The kingdom worries they won't have a proper ruler to take the empty seat, and crown prince Philip is forbidden from leaving his room. He's the best fit for the job, telling you he'll aid you the burden of ruling over the kingdom.
That fucking snake, who does he thinks he is? You were his. His childhood friend, his wife. You two sticking side-by-side and never splitting up. Who demanded every bit of your attention? Who made you missed your lessons just to spend time with him? Promised your heart to? That's right, him.
You declined your advisor's words, saying you'll never love anyone as much as Henry and bid him farewell.
You may have resolved it quickly but Henry's anger couldn't be underestimated. His body may never been the same as before, everyone couldn't see him or feel him, but that doesn't apply to objects. As the advisor prepared to go home that day, the vase settled at the top of cabinet falls to their head, whether the sound of something shattering was the vase or his bleeding head, Henry didn't care one bit.
Once news spread of his death, you were at a lost of what to do. Even with your love for Henry, you couldn't handle all the pressure of maintaining a whole kingdom by yourself, and without your advisor words to guide you, you're backed up against a wall.
He may be still trapped here in this damned castle, but he no longer minds if it means keeping you here forever. Even if this is the same place he was confined it, the same place that's crumbling apart without a proper ruler, you'll learn to live with it just as he has.
You tried to leave before, packed your bags, bringing in any clothing you encounter and grabbing the stash of money you and Henry saved up to live in the country side, make Philip the one who rules this place and be done with it. Multiple times you've tried to reach the front gate but stopped as you soon as feel your body turn cold and shiver, as if something was there preventing you from going any further. And when you do, unusually things would happen. The large gates would shut on their own and the items in you packed are suddenly missing when you're sure you didn't misplace it.
Unfortunately for you, Henry didn't want you sneaking off to who knows where.
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first-edition · 1 year
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Mud
Diaval x reader
Sum- throwing mud in the moors. Cute bathing scene with diaval (if you squint)
(Maleficent 2)
Cw- slight mention nudity, daughter of maleficent.
THIS IS A DRABBLE I WROTE THIS LATE AND HAVE NO REGARD FOR GRAMMAR AT THIS TIME SORRY FOR MISTAKES. SUCK IT UP.
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He would always look at you certain ways, wither it was a side glance or a long admiring look everyone knew how much diaval loved you. Spending time in the moors with you, taking flights with you, and even nights like now sitting by the water edge as your half sister Aroura plays in the water with the Fay beings. 
“y/n come play with us!” She calls
“i dont think so.” You giggle your mother sits up in a tree watching as to not get splashed. 
“come o-” it goes quiet when she hit with mud by one of the Wallerbogs. They laugh at her now covered in mud she grabs some and throws it back. A mud fight has begun. You dodge a few but end up getting hit making your lover laugh out at your turmoil of getting mud splashed along your dress. You grab a chunk of mud and chuck it at him. It lands square against him. 
You and aurora now laughing in the water. Diaval gets up and walks to you with a handful of mud smearing it across your face. You reciprocate using your magic and lifting a terribly large amount dropping it over his head completely covering him in the dirt. Making your mother laugh. 
“i swear!” He exclaims and picks you up putting you over his shoulder making you giggle your wings flapping lightly at the shift in position. You laugh as he runs around with you smearing mud on your wings and back.
The mud fight goes on for a few more minute before your mother calls you and aurora sending you to clean up before bed. 
“mother please?!” You beg still attached over diaval shoulder. 
“now. We’re to be meeting prince Philips family tomorrow.” She says you sigh and nod. Diaval lets you down and watches as you walk off with aurora. 
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You remove your dress and undergarments and dive into the water washing off the mud from your hair and body. You begin grooming out your wings. You feel the water shift around you and hands on your waist. 
“need help?” His scruffy voice asks. 
“y-yes. I wouldn’t if you hadn’t smeared it into my feathers.” You say 
“mm.” He replies helping you wash the mud from your wings. 
“what do you think? About Philip and aurora?” You ask 
“it’s not my place to say what i think about them but, they seem like a perfect match.” He says 
“hm..” you reply. 
“why? Whats wrong?” He asks 
“Philip is human…” 
“aurora is human.” He responds
“Yes but, aurora grew up here same as me. I just i dont know what to expect tomorrow.” You reply. 
“hmm would you have liked her fall for a fairy? Or fayperson?” He asks 
You shrug. 
“would you rather her fall for me?” He jokes you turn around the water lightly splashing against your wings as you do. 
“No! You’re mine.” You say looking up to him. He chuckles holding his hands up in defense. It’s then you realize he’s also nude and cleaned off probably by your mothers magic. Aurora the same other wise she would be bathing along side you.
The markings on his chest that lead to his face something you always been fond of with him. 
He puts his hand down letting them rest against your waist yet one moves your hair out of your face and brushes his thumb against your cheek. 
“It’ll be fine tomorrow im sure his family is nice.” He reassures you. You nod. 
You wrap your arms around his neck kissing him he kisses you back. The only thing that matters to him in the world is you and being happy with you. 
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ladykinrannoch · 1 year
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I had a lot of trouble with my reading around the jewels, tiara and royal coat, I had Meghan's screams, Meghan's desire for competitions to be equal to Catherine but I also saw a decision, do you manage to read ?
Hi MTW,
I have not read on this yet. I am still researching what is likely, what is traditional, rules of precedence etc, trying to see which way KC might go. I very much doubt that the Sussex duchess could ever have equal billing to Catherine, it is just NOT possible. Catherine is the Princess of Wales, which is more senior than any Duchess. Only Camilla is more senior.
There has never been a distinction between working and non-working before. This is a headache of KC. Long ago the extended family had titles and were working either in the military or in public office, so that combination made it easier to determine precedence.
What is clear is that William will form part of the procession as the Lord High Steward of Scotland. When HMTQ was crowned, Charles has a proxy represent him in the procession on his behalf because he was not quite 4 years old. So at least we know where William will be. He will process after Camilla and ahead of the King as part of the regalia, and then join the seating in front of the peers.
It seems likely that the Princes (uncles, brothers and sons (but not necessarily cousins - Snowdon)) of Charles will form the front row of the peers in the South transept. They will arrive before the procession. Other non working members of the family would arrive with other guests and sit in order of precedence like the Earls and Viscounts (Snowdon, Severn and others), because there are many Lords with much older titles and greater provenance. And their respective other halves in the North transept in the appropriate precedence.
The POW and her children, the working Duchesses and Countess will definitely be in the Royal Box with the blood princesses (Alexandra, Anne, Bea, Eug and Louise) as well as the recently retireds. Like for example Prince and Princess Michael (since they don't have a peerage and its difficult to sit them anywhere else) I have a feeling that James, Viscount Severn may serve as a page to William, which I think would be nice touch since William and Edward seem so close and William will form part of the procession and need someone to bear his Prince of Wales coronet. The non-peerage non-working family e.g. Tindalls and Philips, Chattos, extended Windsor cousins, may be seated in the choir stall? This is one occasion where peers take precedence over extended family. But how much precedence do extended family take over heads of state??? And Charles can't afford to annoy the peers (many of whom sit in House of Lords), so he can't seat extended family in the transepts and equally he might annoy heads of state if the whole choir stalls are taken up by non-working, non-titled family members. The only other option is to seat non-working, non-titled family members back in a front section of the nave? Seems unlikely but maybe necessary to accommodate 56 heads of CW and plus ones (unless there are no plus ones) in the choir?
Meghan and Sarah are specific challenges. non-working, former HRH and non blood princesses, but still bona fide Duchesses, it seems likely they will be seated in the North transept and wear robes and coronets. The non-working Earl of Snowdon and Countess would sit in order of precedence as would the Earl Spencer and his Countess. So that is an easy solution thanks to titles and precedence.
Another difficulty (and perhaps a bigger one) is where to seat the family of the QC, Tom Parker-Bowles and Laura Lopes and family. Do they sit in the nave or choir stalls with the Tindalls et al since they are not peers? Unless Charles creates them as peers before then. The same with the Middletons, where to put them, non-working but grandparents of a future King? The nave/choir stalls? Or again, does Charles create them Earl and Countess and seat them in the transepts? This is where it really gets very tricky. When royal marriages were within the aristocracy, no one had these questions because everyone knew exactly where they would sit based on their titles, so no arguments. Back in the 60s and 70s I think the BRF stopped thinking about the impact of royal vs non-aristocratic marriages on seating for coronations since it felt like we would have QEll with us forever.
The whole working vs non-working family and extended relations is a fraught situation because there are many Dukes, Duchesses, Marquess, Earls, Viscounts and Barons, who have precedence over non-titled non-working members of the extended family who are to all intents and purposes ordinary regular people and distant relations. This is absolutely why Harry's choice to Megxit was such a abominably stupid one on his part! Because if they didn't Megxit and seek celebrity in America, they could have been a bigger part of the coronation without breaking rules of precedence. Now the American family risk getting seated with the others in the peer seats/nowhere nave seats because they can't be in the royal box.
My feeling is that the absolute best they will get is front row seats in the transepts with coronation robes and coronets. And Charles will be going against opinion get that right and annoying a lot of people along the way that played by the rules and stuck to duty to country over personal greed.
Personally, I think that we have no real idea how fraught this seating plan is with potential disasters all round. There are going to be a lot of unhappy people. Bearing in mind that the peerage take precedence and pushing anyone up the seating list because of being family will annoy a lot of people. To be almost exact approximately 1500 peers and their wives might be annoyed... i.e. the whole aristocracy.
I will continue to give thought to this to see if there is any other solution. The more radical solution which I feel KC might not take is to limit anyone without a peerage, which would obviously upset a lot of family members. That would eliminate the Lady's and Hon's as well as the Tindalls, Philips, Chattos, Ogilvys, and extended Windsors who would watch it on telly like the rest of us.
So the upshot is that given that there are so many in the air questions, I think it is too soon to read on the coronation, I suspect that is why you got so much up in the air energy. And Meghan must get in her lane. She doesn't get to demand what she wants in a ceremonial rite of initiation that has been constant for over 1000 of years. She gets what she gets and she should be thankful if she gets anything at all!
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specterings · 4 months
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philip graves crying on my dick when
right now. yall know the drill nsfw under the cut
cw / amab!top!reader, riding, crying, feminization (of graves), one ass slap
phillip refused to say he was a ‘pillow prince,’ he wasn’t, he didnt need you to do everything for him. when he’d said as much, you’d just laughed in his face. he was going to show you.
the next time yall tumbled into the sheets, he took the lead, stretching himself— usually you did it, fingerrs getting better angles and a better width— as he hovered over your stomach.
you let him, grinning smugly as he gave you a shaky grin, “see, sugar, i can do it.” he grunted, and you just nod.
when he sinks down on your cock, its perfect, he’d keep your cock in him always if he could. he smirks don at you, slightly irritated youre still grinning at him like you know something he doesnt.
then he has to start moving. its fine at first, he cant quite angle your hips the way he needs, but he’ll get it. then his legs start to burn so he pauses, settles for grinding your cock deep inside him, all while you watch, hands behind your head.
his own head drops between his shoulders where he’s balancing his hands on your chest and using it as leverage for a few minutes, then his fucking legs start burning again. it goes on and on like this until he’s watery eyed and pawing at your pecs as he wantonly grinds your thick dick inside him.
“b-baby, please, please, ah- i need it,” he whimpers, and you hum, raising a brow.
“thought you were a big boy, huh? thought you could do it yourself, princess?” if he wasn’t already red from ears to chests he knows he wouldve been in seconds from the pet name. instead he just shakes his head.
“i was- was wrong,” he murmurs.
“then say it.”
he squeezes his eyes closed, dick twitching, “no one… no one can fuck me-“
you click your tongue, “ah-ah, princess, you know what i wanna hear.”
phil hates the way his prick leaks precum from the words. “no one can fuck my… my cunt like you can.”
you grin, vicious and feral as he feels you shift to plant your feet and grab his waist, “atta girl.”
you fuck into him, nailing his prostate every few thrusts just to be a jack ass as he falls to bury his face in your neck, sobbing in pleasure. when he first cries out, you pause and he nearly throws a tantrum, “no! keep- keep going- fuck!” his tears leak onto your neck, and so does his drool as he digs his hands into your biceps.
“cmon baby,” you growl right above his ear, “say it, cmon. say it or i stop.”
he moans at the not-entirely-empty threat, but he only manages to force it out when you smack his ass, “i love the way you fuck my pussy,” he says, cock dribbling pathetically.
“yeah, touch your clit, baby, cum around me like the perfect princess you are.”
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Early Life and Career of Phil Morris
Morris, an American actor for cinema, television, and voiceovers, was born on April 4, 1959. He performed the roles of Jackie Chiles on Seinfeld, John Jones in the CW drama Smallville, and Doc Saturday in the animated series The Secret Saturdays. In the Atlantis: The Lost Empire series, he also provides the voice of the famous Dr. Joshua Strongbear Sweet. He has also portrayed Silas Stone in the Doom Patrol series.
Greg Morris (1933–1996), an actor, is the father of Morris. Iona Morris, an actress, has a younger brother who shares his name. Under Sifu Hawkins Cheung, he practices Wing Chun.
Early life
Greg Morris (1933–1996), an actor, is the father of Morris. Iona Morris, an actress, has a younger brother who shares his name. Under Sifu Hawkins Cheung, he practices Wing Chun.
Career
Phil Morris made his acting debut as a youngster in the highly-watched 1966 Star Trek episode "Miri." At the time, Mission: Impossible and Star Trek were both produced by the same studio (Desilu Productions), where his father was employed. He had a brief role in Star Trek III: The Search for Spock, his feature film debut, and went on to guest star on Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Star Trek: Voyager, and Babylon 5.
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He played Tyrone Jackson, a law student who subsequently became an attorney, in He also took a role in The Young and the Restless in the middle of the 1980s. His character employed extensive theatrical makeup to resemble Caucasian during a pivotal plot point in order to go undetected and uncover an organized crime network.
On the sitcom Seinfeld in the 1990s, he played Jackie Chiles, a defense lawyer who took Johnnie Cochran as an inspiration. Morris claimed that he got tremendous joy in seeing Chiles sue a cigarette firm in the scene "The Abstinence" because he had spent his entire life being made fun of for sharing a name with the tobacco company Philip Morris. Additionally, Greg Morris, who portrayed Barney Collier in the original television series Mission: Impossible, played Grant Collier, a tech whiz, in the TV rendition of the film.
Additionally, Phil Morris revealed in a conversation that he was raised watching the first season of Mission: Impossible, which starred Peter Graves, who Morris later came to regard as his acting guru. Morris had grown up around Graves' actual children. Up to Peter Graves' tragic demise on March 14, 2010, the friendship remained strong. In the Disney movies Atlantis: The Lost Empire from 2001 and Atlantis: Milo's Return from 2003, he provided the voice of Dr. Sweet, a supporting character. He portrayed Dr. Clay Spencer in the UPN television series Girlfriends and a college professor on the NBC series The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. For more details visit: https://biographypost.org/phil-morris-net-worth-wife-children-height-siblings-biography/
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houseofwindsorfan · 1 year
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Royal Instrument of Consent for the Marriage between Prince William & Catherine Middleton
On February 9, 2011, at a Privy Council meeting where it was announced, Queen Elizabeth II signed a notice giving her consent for the marriage. Under the Royal Marriages Act of 1772, all descendants of King George II must obtain the Sovereign's approval to marry.
The Instrument of Consent features artwork that represents the bride and groom:
For Catherine, white lilies representing St Catherine of Siena, whose feast day falls on the day of the wedding, April 29, 2011.
For Prince William, a Welsh leek surrounded by his white 3-pronged 'second in line to the throne' label & a small red scallop from the Spencer family Coat of Arms of his late mother, Diana.
There is also a gold crown above an entwined 'CW' (the monogram of the new couple), a red dragon (the heraldic symbol of Wales), emblems of rose, shamrock & thistle surrounded by Prince William's blue & gold Order of the Garter belt (representing the United Kingdom) and a large gold 'E' surrounding a heraldic lion & Coat of Arms (for Queen Elizabeth II).
A large red wax Great Seal of the Realm is affixed to the bottom by gold braiding. The Instrument of Consent reads:
"Elizabeth the Second by the Grace of God Of The United Kingdom Of Great Britain And Northern Ireland And Of Our Other Realms And Territories, Queen Head Of The Commonwealth, Defender Of The Faith to all to whom these Presents shall come, Greeting! WHEREAS by an Act of Parliament intituled An Act for the better regulating the future Marriages of the Royal Family", it is amongst other things enacted "that no descendant of the body of His late Majesty King George II, Male or Female (other than the issue of Princesses who have married, or may hereafter marry into Foreign Families) shall be capable of contracting Matrimony without the previous consent of His Majesty, His Heirs or Successors, signified under the Great Seal and declared in Council": NOW KNOW YE that We have consented and do by these Presents signify Our Consent for the contracting of Matrimony between Our Most Dearly Beloved Grandson Prince William Arthur Philip Louis of Wales, K.G. and Our Trusty and Well-beloved Catherine Elizabeth Middleton IN WITNESS whereof We have caused Our Great Seal to be affixed to these Presents GIVEN at Our Court at Buckingham Palace the ninth day of February Two thousand and Eleven in the Sixtieth year of Our Reign By The Queen Herself Signed By Her Own Hand Elizabeth R"
On the morning of their wedding day April 29, 2011, Her Majesty bestowed upon the couple the titles of Their Royal Highnesses The Duke & Duchess of Cambridge, The Earl & Countess of Strathearn while in Scotland and The Baron & Baroness Carrickfergus while in Northern Ireland.
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opprose · 3 years
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happy prince philip is dead day to all who celebrate
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watchinguwithoutme · 3 years
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Just a heads up a british royal is now dead so I'm gonna reblog every funny joke about it if u like the royal family and find this disrespectful than pls get some common sense idk ive got nothing for u here
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the-worst-fe-player · 3 years
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We really all do have one brain cell put together lol
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twenty-two-mouths · 3 years
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Shitty MS Paint doodles dump pt.1 ☘
[Reblogs appreciated ig]
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All rats banded together to kill Prince Philip!
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fardf150 · 3 years
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Hey, jsyk, you don’t have to respect people just because they’re dead.
If he was a fucking dick while he was alive, he was still a fucking dick now that he’s dead.
Contrary to popular belief, people don’t automatically become saints when they die.
He fucking sucked. He’s dead? Well, he still fucking sucked. End of story <3
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cadaver-creative · 3 years
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princesse diana get his ass challenge
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lolliepops-rox · 3 years
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chiefskye · 3 years
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If you’re not comfortable with people celebrating​ Prince Philip’s death, please consider:
The hatred you’re seeing people express toward the British monarchy is due to centuries of oppression they've exerted upon most of the world, much of which has affected people very personally (like perpetuation of institutional and individual racism, imperialist colonization historically that resulted in inherited trauma that affects our generation, and generally being awful white people).
Like are you familiar with The Wizard of Oz? the 1939 film starring Judy Garland? One of the first movies to be in color by using the Technicolor technique? After Dorothy steps out of her house into the land of Oz, the rest of the plot unfolds because she has (though inadvertently) killed the Wicked Witch of the East and thus freed the Munchkin people from her tyrannical rule. After they tentatively come out of hiding, the Munchkins realize their enemy is gone for good and they celebrate their hero with an entire musical number and a parade through the streets. “Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead” is literally a joyous celebration of someone’s death.
If you are saddened to see your social media feeds “literally filled with so much hatred” because you’re a pacifist and don’t want anyone to suffer or think anyone deserves to have death wished upon them, consider this tweet from His Holiness the Dalai Lama, and continue reading while thinking critically about why 
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[Image description: A screenshot of a tweet from the Dalai Lama that reads, “We have a basic instinct for compassion, but we need to develop it. Concern for others is related to human rights and everyone needs to be assured of their human rights because everyone wants and has a right to be happy.” End image description]
If you are so convinced that people “shouldn’t be mean” that you’re discouraging people from celebrating the death of an old white man, remember that he regularly made racist remarks to make clear his disrespect for people of color. One of many examples is when he stated that British students studying in China would “go slitty-eyed” if they stayed there long enough. This is not okay. In the wake of the recent horrendous shooting in Atlanta that has brought long-overdue attention to the spike in such hate crimes and violence in the US, specifically against Asian Americans and Pacific Islanders, the kind of ignorant, entitled casual racism Prince Philip displayed throughout his life with no efforts to correct himself or apologize for his behavior is literally deadly. Overtly racist remarks and microaggressions perpetuate ideals of white supremacy, not by proving that white people are actually better but by demeaning, degrading, and dehumanizing people of color. And in case you haven’t internalized this concept already: race does not determine superiority.
PLEASE step back from idolizing your Britpop icons, who may support the monarchy but also may not have a choice in doing so if they want to keep their fame and success. Realize how much privilege you must have for you to NOT be consumed with hatred toward the British monarchy. Here’s a popular post to get you started, and several articles quoting the same such ignorant racist remarks.
If you’re defending the monarchy and are getting hurtful feedback from others because of it, full offense, you deserve it. But I don’t mean that maliciously, and I don’t condone sending anon hate or harassment of any kind. I do disapprove of your behavior, but I believe you’re not inherently bad because of this. Do research. Apologize. Know that you don’t have to give up your hobbies or denounce your favorite bands in order to acknowledge potential problematic aspects of them! Examine your privilege. Listen to the oppressed. Uplift their voices. Encourage others to do the same. And before you know it, you’ll be contributing to dismantling systemic racism!
TL;DR The British monarchy has committed literal atrocities. Don’t ignore that. These are people, born into wealth and power, who are not only not punished for their crimes but are actively given more power and wealth at the cost of others’ lives and happiness. Not everything that’s British is bad, but some things that are British are undoubtedly bad and you ought to distinguish between them. Be mad at the bad things. If not on behalf of yourself, then on behalf of the rest of the world. 
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Reference notes and more reading under the cut:
About Media Bias Fact Check site Artist talk by Cosmo Whyte (Jamaican contemporary artist who creates “collective political interrogations,” draws on colonialism and racial identity in his work) Human Rights, Democracy and Freedom by the Dalai Lama List of countries that have gained independence from the United Kingdom: Revision history List of former European colonies: Revision history Media bias for Al Jazeera Media bias for BBC Media bias for CNN Media bias for The Guardian Media Bias for NPR Some books on British imperialism
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