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I’d Do Anything B.C. 4

Happy Valentine’s Day y’all. Had this idea for this for a long time, and been fleshing it out further over the past couple weeks, just a coincidence that I finished it in time for this holiday. Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 7.4k

Warnings: smut: oral-male and female receiving, poly!cashton at full range

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The holidays finished out and all three got back to work, spending January both at the main office for meetings and making use of their home office, especially as it got closer to their trip out to visit the Australian offices, Ashton making plans for the three of them to properly meet his and Calum’s parents as a triad for the first time.

As the lyft pulled into the airport drop off lane Lily was sitting in the backseat anxiously picking at her thumbnail. She jumped when Ashton opened her door, holding his hand out to her. Calum was helping the driver get their bags out of the trunk, giving him a firm handshake and thanks as the trunk closed. Ashton gave the driver a nod, holding tight to Lily’s hand, keeping her from picking at her nails as Calum passed her her suitcase. The three of them made their way into the airport, Lily’s thoughts still racing as they all made their way to security.

Once they were through and waiting in their terminal, Lily began picking at her nails again, knee bobbing next to Ashton. He finished answering an email on his phone before moving his massive frame into her lap, effectively forcing her to stop bouncing her leg. Calum looked over with an amused expression, removing a single earbud to listen in. “What’s bothering you, love?” Ashton asked, hand reaching up to cradle her face.

Lily sighed, looking up into Ashton’s hazel eyes, chewing her lip for a moment before answering. “Part of it is just that I’ve never been on a flight this long before,” she paused, thinking through her words as both men looked at her, waiting silently for her to continue. “I know your families already know me from when we were in school, but that’s just as your friend and business partner, now all three of us are together and I’m scared that that’s going to change how they feel about me. I’m scared they won’t accept us as…y’know, us.”

Ashton let out a gentle “Oh, sweetheart,” Calum quickly reaching forward and taking her hand, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb as Ashton wrapped his arms around her, patting the back of her head as he shifted his position in her lap.

Lily turned her head against Ashton’s chest so that Calum could hear her as she spoke softly, “You both love your families so much and I think I’m afraid of what would happen to us if they don’t understand what we have here.”

Calum blinked quickly, fighting back the tears threatening to fill his eyes, gripping her hand tighter in his own, looking up to Ashton for answers. “Lily, love,” Ash started, turning her to look up at him again, “I’m not gonna say that it’s going to be ok because I don’t know how they’ll react either, but I believe that what matters most is that we’re happy together, the three of us love each other and know what we have. That’s always been more important to us than what people on the outside think, right? It’ll be a bit harder since this is family, but I do believe that as they see how happy we are that they’ll come around, even if it isn’t at first.”

Calum cleared his throat, speaking up, “I think it’ll definitely be a shock for them, but I’m really not anticipating an overly negative reaction to us. They might need a few weeks to understand it and get used to the idea of us, but I don’t see tears or yelling or table flipping or anything.”

Lily managed a giggle at Calum’s statement, and both men smiled, Ashton pressing a kiss to the top of her head while Calum leaned over and pecked her cheek. Ashton gave her shoulders a squeeze before clambering out of her lap and back into his chair, the three of them occupying themselves as they waited for their flight to be called.

An hour into the flight as the first movie started playing, the three of them were moving the armrests and reclining their seats, doing their best to make a makeshift space for the three of them to snuggle up to each other in as the movie continued. As the flight continued, the trio slowly drifted off, one at a time. Calum was the last one still awake, eyes drooping slightly as he gently threaded his fingers through Lily’s ponytail, absently playing with the copper strands. He had a fond smile on his face, staring down at Lily’s head resting on his chest, trying to fight sleep for a little longer. A flight attendant passed by on his way back from another passenger’s seat who needed something, smiling at Calum as he glanced the trio’s way. Calum let out a soft hum in response before finally allowing sleep to claim him.

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Hours upon hours later they were finally in Sydney, pulling their bags behind them as Ashton contacted a car to take them to the apartment. They stepped out into the sunlight and Lily was instantly squinting, her sunglasses somewhere in one of her bags, so she tried to make use of the shadow of her giant boyfriends instead. Calum smiled, pulling her to his side, allowing her to hide from the sunlight in his side while Ashton scanned for the car. Ashton finally spotted the car, pulling both Lily and Calum along and they put all their bags in the trunk before climbing in.

The car pulled up in front of the apartment building, Ashton paying the driver while Calum and Lily pulled everything from the trunk. Calum shut the trunk, bringing Ashton’s two bags up onto the sidewalk as he waved off the driver, both men throwing their free arm around Lily as the trio walked into the lobby. Calum gave a nod to the person at the security desk, continuing to walk to the elevator. Ashton hit the button and the doors opened, Lily wheeling his suitcase that he’d left next to her, assuming he’d have to wait a moment and step back. Ashton smiled as Lily and Calum joined him, the doors sliding closed as he pulled his wallet out, retrieving a card and tapping it to a sensor to the right of the floor buttons. Calum smiled as the elevator began its ascent, leaning back against one of the hand rails as Lily was pulled to Ashton’s side, the raven-haired man nuzzling his face against her hair. Her green eyes watched as each number appeared on the display, humming at the fifteen numbers on the panel. The elevator displayed fifteen, Lily shifting to take hold of her suitcase handle again, but it continued moving upward, more than an elevator usually would before it stopped. Ashton smiled against her hair, hand rubbing her back as the elevator slowed to a stop, the doors finally opening, giving Lily a view of an entire living room, complete with a wall of floor to ceiling windows.

Lily’s breath caught in her throat as Ashton guided her out of the elevator. She stared around the entire apartment, taking in as many details as she could, Calum walking up beside her and pressing a kiss to her cheek, “Welcome home, doll.” He whispered, taking her bag and making for the open door.

Ashton smiled, gently pulling Lily along and following after Calum. Lily’s eyes were still wide as they entered the bedroom, Calum waiting patiently in front of a pair of double doors. “Figured you’d want to put your things away yourself, Lil.” He said with a smile, extending a hand as he opened one of the doors.

“I rearranged Cal and I’s things to give you room when I was here two months ago.” Ashton added, rolling his own suitcase with him as he followed Calum and Lily into the large closet. Lily’s face was frozen as she stared around the closet. “Also may have taken the liberty to get you some things, since I knew I wanted to be bringing you here soon.”

Lily nodded, taking in the side of the closet that was void of sweatshirts and suits hanging from the rod, fingers gently picking through the few articles hanging in front of her. She smiled, finally kneeling down, opening her suitcase to begin getting settled in. After a minute Ashton was at her side, having been there most recently he had only packed some new jackets, helping her put some things away. She rolled open a drawer to begin to put away her underwear and bras and gasped, “Ash,” her voice caught, turning to look at him.

He hung up the dress he had in his hand before stepping over, boyish smirk on his face, “Did a good job guessing which drawer you’d want to put those in, huh?” Lily’s face was turning red as he got closer and he smiled, wrapping his arms around her, “What do you say about a fashion show for me and Cal after lunch? We gotta stay up to get used to the time here, even if we’re all a little tired from traveling for 26 hours.”

Lily hummed, leaning into her boyfriend as Calum stepped over from his suitcase, eyebrows raised as he peeked into the open drawer. He hummed appreciatively, his hand reaching up and cupping his girlfriend’s cheek, “Answer Ash, doll, it’s all up to you.”

She nodded slowly, eyes fluttering closed as she whispered, “I’d love to do that.”

Both men grinned at each other, Calum dipping down to capture Lily’s lips in his own, smiling into the kiss as Ashton pulled her closer to him, unpacking slightly forgotten.

~~~~~~

Ashton walked back into the penthouse apartment at 11, removing his sweat soaked tank top and tossing it in the direction of the washing machine, striding across the living room towards the bedroom. He smiled at the sight of Lily spread over the sheets, Calum having left to have brunch with his mom at the same time that Ashton went downstairs to the gym, both men leaving their girlfriend to continue to sleep. He hummed, crawling onto the bed, holding himself above Lily, his hands and knees pinning the sheets into place around her. Lily hummed at the presence above her, shifting slightly in bed. Ashton smiled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her cheek, “Lil, c’mon baby, you need to get up, it’s eleven o’clock babe.” Lily let out another tired hum, Ashton sighing as he pressed closer to her, “C’mon love, I need a shower buddy. Please?”

Lily’s lips twitched up at Ashton’s pleading tone, green eyes opening a smidge. Ashton leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips, “Morning love.” He said as she slowly began to sit up, moving to sit back on his heels so she could have more room to move.

They both made their way to the bathroom, Ashton finishing getting undressed as Lily started the water. Ashton leaned against the counter, sighing as he slowly stretched out his back, eyes fluttering closed. Lily giggled, playfully saying, “Getting old, Ash?”

He hummed at the tease, eyes opening and giving her a sharp glance. She just smiled at the older man, stepping through the shower door, not breaking eye contact with him. He hummed, following after her, allowing the glass door to shut behind him as he stepped into the shower. Lily backed under the stream of water, still working on getting hot, but at least not cold. Ashton smiled, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around his girlfriend, pressing gentle kisses to her neck before whispering, “Want to give your ‘old man’ a back rub, princess?”

Lily giggled, turning in Ashton’s arms, her hands resting on his biceps as she looked up at him. He leaned down, giving her lips a gentle peck before turning his back to her and Lily set to work, leaning up slightly to reach his shoulders, hands rubbing soothing circles over the muscles, Ashton groaning from time to time as she continued working her way down his back, pushing in and working out the stiffness and sore spots from the long flights and his morning workout.

Once she finished rubbing his back, feeling Ashton relax into her, she wrapped her arms around his waist, nestling her head between his shoulders. “I ever tell you you’ve got magic hands?” Ashton inquired, his large hands coming to rest on top of hers.

Lily smiled, pressing a kiss to one of Ashton’s shoulders before responding, “I think you or Calum may have mentioned it once or twice.”

Ashton let out a dry chuckle at her response, turning in her arms and looking down at her. She smiled up at him before he leaned down, connecting their lips in a slow kiss. He pulled back whispering, “Cal and I both love you, y’know.”

Lily hummed, “Yeah…be nice for him to say it for himself.”

Ashton’s eyebrows threaded together slightly as Lily covered her mouth, the last half having slipped out. He was about to try to push the subject further when Lily turned, grabbing her shampoo and beginning to wash her hair. He hummed, grabbing his own shampoo, deciding to give his girlfriend a minute to gather her thoughts about this new information he’d received rather than question her at the moment.

Once they’d both showered and dried off, still wrapped in their towels, Ashton walked Lily into the bedroom, settling on the edge of the bed with her seated in his lap. “C’mon sweetheart, tell me what’s on your mind. Then we can see if we can work this out, sound good?”

Lily nodded, cuddling into his chest. “It’s just…I know Cal loves me, I really do, in the way he acts and things he does and all, but it’s been over a year since he and I decided that we were going to be together, nearly a year since you decided this would work with the three of us and he’s never said ‘I love you.’ Like he’s said it when he includes you in it, but never for himself. Like, I don’t know if he thinks he can’t say it without including you because of it being all three of us, but you say it all the time, and I just…I don’t know, it would just be nice to hear it…especially if I’m meeting you guy’s parents soon.”

Ashton felt his heart drop slightly at the slight sadness in his girlfriend’s eyes, gently reaching up to cradle her head. “Hey…it’s ok, do you want to talk to Calum about it?”

Lily shook her head violently, “I don’t want to make him feel bad”

Ashton nodded, “Ok, it’s ok, love, I understand. How about I stay at work late one night this week, let you two have a night to yourselves? Think that’ll work?”

Lily hummed, “Maybe.”

Ashton nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek before saying, “Let’s get dressed and try to get some groceries, that way we can eat lunch later. Get you moving and seeing the sunlight so you can get used to the time change, yeah?”

Lily grinned in response and Ashton allowed her out of his lap, following her into the bedroom closet, both their towels dropping to the floor as they crossed the room.

~~~~~~

The week went on and the three of them got acclimated to the new time zone, going into the office and making it through the day. On Thursday Lily and Calum poked their heads into Ashton’s office at the end of the day, seeing if he was ready to go home. He caught Lily’s eye as he looked up from the monitor before saying, “Think I’m going to be here a few more hours. Take our girl out, something nice. Treat her, yeah?”

Calum nodded, a smile on his face as he reached for Lily’s hand. She hummed, looking over at Ashton, “Don’t stay too late. Love you.”

He smiled, “Love you too, Lil, have a good night, I’ll see you both at home.” He blew a kiss her way and she smiled back as she caught it, waving before taking Calum’s hand and walking out of the office.

Once they were back in the penthouse Calum spun her gently before saying, “Go ahead get changed into something nice, gonna see what I can do last minute, ok?”

Lily nodded, smiling as Calum cupped her face, giving her a long kiss before letting her make her way to their room, Calum hopping onto the counter, beginning to search his phone for somewhere to take his date.

In the closet, Lily set her eyes on one of the dresses that Ashton had bought for her on his previous trip. She pulled it from the rack, hand running over the fabric as she eyed the cut of it. She delicately placed the hanger on the edge of one of the shelves before taking off her blouse and bra, stepping out of her pants, humming softly to herself as she once again touched the fabric. She chewed her lip as she toyed with an idea, something she definitely wouldn’t try if Ashton were coming with them tonight, knowing it would probably cut the date short, or get it sidetracked. She gave herself a small smile as she gave the mirror a side glance, deciding to chance it, pulling her underwear down and kicking it over to join the small pile of clothes, reaching up for the dress, removing it from the hanger and stepping in, slowly pulling it up her bare body and zipping it on.

She made sure everything was correctly in place, twirling in front of the mirror before ducking into the bathroom to touch up her makeup, adding eyeliner and a fresh coat of mascara for the event. As she stepped back into the giant closet to grab a pair of heels and a light sweater, remembering how she had to lean into Calum’s side as they walked to the car, the warm air from earlier in the day disappearing as the sun sunk lower and lower in the sky.

Calum had just finished buttoning up his bright yellow button down and quickly strode over to Lily, helping her pull her cardigan over her bare shoulders. She smiled, quickly fastening on her heels, Calum steadying her as she stood. “Ash wants a cute photo of us since he has to miss out on tonight.” He said with a smile, guiding her towards the mirror, his arms resting around her waist and lips finding her cheek as he took a photo.

Lily was smiling as she leaned on her boyfriend, watching lazily as he sent the photo, eyes going wide as she looked above it just slightly, “Did you send him a photo of my ass?”

Calum’s face split in a grin as he nodded and Lily scoffed. “Turn around, need to send him a picture of yours too then.”

Calum laughed as he turned, waiting for Lily to grab her phone. He stuck his hip out to the side, one of his hands digging into his ass as he waited for her to get the photo. Lily fought back laughter as she finally got one and typed out a message to Ashton, “Fair is fair,” and finally the pair were on their way out for their date.

Calum drove, occasionally reaching over and giving Lily’s hand a squeeze. He finally pulled into the parking lot for the gardens, having found that they were having a sunset event tonight. He led the way to the softly lit pathway that wove into a maze of flowers. He smiled as Lily wandered slightly ahead of him down the path, both of them stopping to take pictures of each other in front of some of the flowers, admiring each little petal for a moment before moving along.

Finally they made it to the small pond at the center of the park, Calum flagging down a young girl, asking her to take a few photos of the couple, together. He held her close for the first, the pair smiling into the camera before Calum pulled Lily into his chest, turning and giving her a gentle kiss, cradling her head as he pulled away, his forehead on hers, whispering softly, “Hey Lil, I love you.”

Lily’s jaw dropped as she locked eyes with Calum. His eyes were crinkled up from his smile, one hand tightening on her shoulder as he accepted his phone back from the girl, whispering his thanks before tucking Lily to his side, walking over to an empty bench under a tree. He sat down, pulling Lily to sit in his lap, Lily crossing her legs as she leaned back into his chest. He rested his arms around her waist, head dipping into the crook of her neck. “I was thinking when we were on the plane last week, after you brought up your worries about introducing our relationship to our families.” Lily hummed, green eyes meeting Calum’s dark brown, “I realized, I’d never actually told you outright that I love you, or Ashton either. I’ve always included either of you when saying it, and I knew I had to correct that. I didn’t want to just blurt it out in bed or something, so I was trying to figure out different ways for each of you, but Ashton caught me out on it Sunday morning while you were still asleep. So I’ve already talked to him because he noticed my mood and all, y’know, how he does, and he told me he’d stay late one night so I could take you out and tell you. All that to say…I fucking care about you so much Lily and I’m sorry it took me so long to realize what I’ve been doing and all…I just love you a with all my heart, babe.”

Lily let out a watery laugh, a couple tears spilling over as she took in what Calum had said. His eyes widened as the tears ran down her cheeks, quickly cupping her face in his hand, thumb rubbing them away. “Sweetheart, don’t cry, oh no.” He stammered, arms tightening around her.

She smiled, leaning into his touch, “I’m not upset Cal, I just love you too, so fucking much.” He smiled back, his eyes closing as she shifted around to face him. “I talked to Ashton the same day you did. Told him after our shower that I knew you loved me, but I just wanted to hear you say it. He told me the same thing he told you, that he’d set it up to be just the two of us one night. Of course he said that after I told him I didn’t want to upset you by bringing it up.”

Calum let out a deep laugh, the pair feeling relief flood them as they continued to sit there holding each other for another moment. Finally, Calum glanced at his watch, humming softly. “C’mon love, lets go get you dinner, I made reservations.” Lily nodded, carefully getting out of his lap, taking his hand and leaning into his side as they made their way back to the car.

~~~~~~

A couple of hours later the pair were back home again, stepping out of the elevator and walking towards the couch. Calum fell backwards onto the leather, bringing Lily with him. Lily giggled, her body slightly warm from the two glasses of wine at dinner, as well as Calum’s suggestions on the drive home that were still running through her head, causing her to press her thighs together as she felt him under her. Calum hummed softly, leaning forward and pressing gentle kisses to her neck. His hand came to rest on her thigh, absently rubbing at her skin but also pushing up the skirt of her dress slightly.

“Hey Lil,” he started, eyes glancing up towards her face from where he’d nestled his head. “Y’know that I sent that picture of your ass to Ash, but did you read what I sent with it at all?” She shook her head no and a smirk pulled at the corner of her boyfriend’s mouth. “Well, I kinda initiated a bet on whether or not you had anything on under that pretty dress of yours. Ash thinks you would never do something like that, do you wanna make a video for him to show that I’m right?”

Lily laughed softly, leaning into his chest before agreeing, getting to her feet and standing in front of him as he grabbed his phone. She leaned forward in front of him as he started recording, giving Calum a long kiss before pulling back, smiling at the camera. “Hi Ash, Cal told me you two made a bet, he’s pretty sure he’s right though.” Calum chuckled as you stepped back, cutting in, “You were just sitting in my lap, baby girl, I’ve got a pretty good feeling about my odds.”

Lily just grinned at him, casting her cardigan over onto the empty loveseat, turning around so her back was to Calum, reaching behind her to gently smack her own ass. Calum let out a soft groan, and she grinned, licking her lips before swaying her hips side to side, looking back at Calum before raising her arm and bringing her other hand to the side zipper, slowly pulling it down before letting the dress fall to the floor.

“Fuuuucckk” Calum groaned, jaw slack as he took in his girlfriend’s bare body, dropping his phone before slowly getting to his feet, hands going around her shoulders as he dipped his head for a hungry kiss, pushing her back onto the couch, landing on top of her as she began reaching for his shirt buttons. He groaned softly, pulling back enough to help her get his shirt off, tossing it over his shoulder before leaning back in.

Lily was letting out a gentle moan a little later over the sensation of Calum’s fingers in her before she let out a soft gasp, “Cal, wait,” he froze instantly, looking down at her, eyebrows raised, “Did you text Ash?”

“Shit.” he gasped, quickly reaching for the floor with his clean hand, bringing his other fingers to his lips, cleaning them quickly before addressing the camera, “Sorry Ash, see you when you get home, love you.”

Lily smiled, waving lazily as Calum turned the video toward her before ending it. He set it to send as an invisible ink message before returning his attention to Lily. He spread her legs a little more, watching as his fingers disappeared inside her again. He set a brutal pace, knowing that once Ashton got to the end of the video that he’d forgotten he hadn’t stopped he would be in a rush to get home. He pulled two orgasms out of her, her body twitching where she lay on the couch. He quickly wrapped his arms around her, slightly afraid that she would fall to the floor.

Lily let out a whine, staring up at him with glassy eyes. “Please Calum,” she whimpered, reaching for his pants.

He nodded, quickly removing them along with his boxers, bringing one of her legs up to his shoulder. Lily gasped as he pushed in, sinking into her smoothly. He moved with slow, deep thrusts, stark contrast to his earlier pace, but Lily still found herself gripping at the couch cushions. Calum’s eyes slipped closed, letting himself get lost in the feeling of her body against him, a warmth spreading through him. He let out a soft groan of her name, head right next to her ear as the elevator into the apartment dinged.

Ashton’s footsteps were light as he walked in, saying nothing as he joined them in the living room, just picking up Lily and Calum’s discarded clothes, folding them neatly and leaving them on the loveseat, his own finding a spot there, before he made his way to the rarely used armchair, sitting down in just his boxers, his heavy stare falling directly on the faces of the pair on the sofa. Calum’s eyes remained closed, tongue poking out to wet his lips as Ashton’s presence in the room reminded him of what he’d won from their little bet earlier. Still he maintained the rhythm he’d been using before his boyfriend’s appearance, forcing himself to focus on his girlfriend instead.

Lily however, lacked the same focus, her eyes fluttering open and glancing to the side, meeting Ashton’s gaze. The raven haired man raised a single eyebrow, pointing towards Calum instead. A playful smile crossed Lily’s face, lifting her hips from the leather and pushing back against Calum, her arm snaking between their bodies, hand finding its way to his balls, gently fondling them as she continued to meet his thrusts, Calum gasping and whining softly. His hips stuttered slightly, stilling as he gasped out, “Lil, Lily, fuck fuck, babe.”

He moved her leg off of his shoulder, gripping her waist as he flipped, getting her on top of him. Lily smiled, leaning down and giving Calum a kiss, her chest pressed to his as she slipped her tongue between his lips, Calum allowing her to lead. She pulled back after a moment, bouncing on him slightly as she did, causing him to let out an involuntary grunt as he reached to try to steady her. She smiled down at him, her face full of love as she began riding him, her pace vastly different from his, Calum’s breath quickening to match her movements. He knew he wouldn’t make it much longer like this, his thumb finding her clit, helping speed her own end along. They both fell apart not long after that, Calum sitting up and holding Lily to his chest while he stayed in her, pressing kisses to her shoulders and cheeks, whispering softly, “Love you so much baby.” As he cradled her as she continued to come down.

Finally, Ashton spoke up, staying in his chair. “Better clean up your girl, Cal.” he stated simply, smiling at the shiver that went through Lily.

Calum nodded, looking to make sure Lily was ok before lifting her off of him, laying down on his back again, easing her to rest over his face, positioning his legs so that she could lean back against his knees if she needed to. He began sucking and lapping at her, cleaning up the mixture between her legs, hands helping to support her as she shook and recoiled, her arms going weak as he worked her through a fourth orgasm. She tried to pull away from him as he cleaned up the last one, his movements gentle but her body was sensitive from the way he’d been treating her earlier in the night.

Her weak whimpers filled the room as he finally pulled himself away, brown eyes gentle as he helped her to lay on his chest. He laid there rubbing her shoulder, staying quiet as he heard Ashton finally get to his feet, the older man reaching down and scooping Lily into his arms. “Let’s get you tucked in bed and then Calum can finally collect his prize, hmm?”

Lily’s eyebrows knitted together as she rested her head against Ashton’s chest, too tired to ask anything. She’d processed enough from Ashton saying she was Calum’s girl earlier to know that he wasn’t going to touch her tonight. They had spent a lot of time since the day a year ago that they agreed that this was going to be something they all wanted. There had been a few stumbling blocks along the way following the initial discussion over dinner after Kelsey had left from her check in on Lily’s date, but they’d worked through them, continuing to check in from time to time as the relationship progressed.

Ashton gently deposited her in their bed, wrapping the blankets around her and pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, turning and almost immediately running into Calum, who had been following right behind him all the way from the couch, his eyes bright and excited as Ashton smirked at him. Lily turned her head, limbs still heavy, watching as Calum pulled Ashton in for a kiss, his tattooed arms wrapping around Ashton’s shoulders, hands going into Ashton’s black curls as they kissed. She smiled lazily at the low groan that passed Ashton’s lips. Finally, Ashton managed to separate his and Calum’s lips, instead beginning to trail kisses down his boyfriend’s body, slowly sinking to his knees in front of the younger man. Lily sat up, ignoring her body’s protest, despite all their discussions, it was still a rare sight for Ashton to be the one getting on his knees.

After a smattering of kisses and bites to Calum’s thighs, Ashton set to work. He took Calum’s tip in his mouth, slowly moving down his shaft. Calum groaned at the feeling of Ashton’s tongue working along his length, leaning his head back and reaching behind him for something, anything, to lean against while his other hand returned it’s grasp to his boyfriend’s hair.

A minute later Ashton pulled all the way off of Calum’s cock with a sinful slurp, pushing his hair out of his eyes and catching his breath. He turned to glance over at his girlfriend, check in on her, and chuckled lowly as he caught sight of her, legs having kicked the covers away since he’d firmly wrapped her in them, her heavily lidded eyes on her boyfriends, fingers between her spread legs. Ashton turned back to Calum, his brown eyes still shut, but a whine leaving his throat from the loss of attention from his boyfriend. “Cal, babe, look at your girl, could’ve sworn she was done from what you’d gotten up to before I got home.”

Calum slowly opened his eyes, looking down at Ashton before moving his gaze to their girlfriend. He smirked, hand reaching down and cupping Ashton’s square jaw, “Issa rare sight, Ash, you like this, sure Lil is enjoying it as much as I am.”

Ashton smiled, leaning into Calum’s touch, pressing a quick kiss to Calum’s thigh before setting back to his task. Calum let out a high pitched moan as Ashton took him all the way down, hazel eyes boring into brown as Ashton renewed his efforts, bringing his long fingers into play, desperate to hear more from Calum. Finally he pulled Calum over the edge, taking everything the younger man gave. Calum’s knees came out, no wall or piece of furniture behind him to support his weight, instead toppling into Ashton’s body, catching the raven haired man off guard and causing them both to end up in a heap on the bedroom floor.

They both caught their breath, Lily smiling sleepily as she cleaned her fingers, watching as both large men slowly got to their feet. Ashton licked his lips, smiling at Calum. “Ash,” he whined, gaze dropping to Ashton’s crotch and the wet spot forming on his boxers.

He shook his head at Calum, “It’s getting late, love, let’s just get everyone rinsed off, you can make it up to me in the morning.”

Calum nodded slowly, watching as Ashton kicked off his boxers, lifting Lily and carrying her into the shower, starting the water. Calum joined him under the lukewarm water, Ashton cleaning Lily before taking care of himself, all three of them in and out in just a few minutes. Once they’d all been dried off and teeth were brushed they crawled into bed, Lily cuddled up against Calum while Ashton curled up behind him, arms wrapping around his waist once the lamp was turned off. “I love you both, so much” Calum whispered, smiling as he felt them both leaning up, each pressing a kiss to his cheeks.

“Love you too,” both Ashton and Lily responded, smiling as they settled into the mattress. Calum hummed, giving them each a good night kiss before doing the same, heart full and content as he too settled down for the night.

~~~~~~~

Friday had been a busy day of work, Calum and Ashton showing up later than Lily, both their cheeks still flushed from their morning at home. The three of them had crashed right after dinner, half-asleep as they tried to watch a show together, Lily waking up at 2AM to the “are you still there?” screen from Netflix. She felt around the large bed for the remote, turning off the tv and turning back into the side of one of her boys and falling asleep again.

The next morning they were awoken by Ashton’s phone. He had fortunately managed to think to set his alarm before he drifted off too, knowing that they’d have to be up to meet Anne and Joy for brunch. Calum blinked as he looked around, confused by the sunlight filtering through the large windows. All three of them shared lazy morning kisses until the second alarm went off, Ashton finally rolling out of bed, beginning to shepherd the other two into the bathroom so they could all get ready on time.

Once they were all dressed, they went down to the parking garage, Lily getting in the backseat with Calum, cuddling against his side, playing with his fingers as he offered his hand to her once he was buckled in. Ashton backed out of the space, driving to the restaurant they were all meeting at. He parked the car, glancing around for the two women they were meeting before clambering over the center console, sitting on Lily’s other side, having recognized her nervous habits picking up now that they had arrived. He took her free hand in his, bringing it to his lips, “Remember, it’s going to be ok love, this doesn’t change anything for the three of us, alright? It’s just something they’re going to have to get used to.” Calum nodded, leaning in and giving her a kiss on the cheek before giving Ashton a kiss too, “We’re here for you, ok? Right next to you, just like this.”

She nodded, squeezing Calum’s hand. She knew they were there and that they were slightly anxious about it too, but that they were trying to keep it together for her, to make her feel better. She smiled, giving both men a kiss and they all got out of the car, Ashton opening the front door to get his keys and wallet. Ashton asked for their table when they stepped inside, having called ahead on Friday morning, Saturday brunch particularly popular at this spot. The host led the trio back to the empty five top, leaving their menus as the triad sat down, both men resting their hands on Lily somehow as he walked away.

The waitress stopped by, getting their drink orders just as Joy and Anne walked over to the table. Both men rose, sharing hugs with their moms before pulling out their chairs for them before returning to their own seats, Ashton across from Anne and Calum from Joy. The waitress stayed to get the women’s drink orders before walking to the next table. Both Anne and Joy grinned at Lily, saying how nice it was to see her again, and that both boys had caught them up on everything she’s been up to with the company and how nice it all sounded. Lily smiled, keeping polite conversation going with them, but both women had questioning expressions on their faces, wondering if her presence with their sons was still just business and their usual friendship or if she was with one of them.

Lily had gone through two mugs of coffee and half her mimosa and everyone was halfway through their breakfast when Ashton cast a glance at his partners, clearing his throat. He smiled, taking a breath before he started, “Mum, Joy, there’s something we wanted to bring up.” Ashton put his arm over Lily’s shoulder, Calum’s hand disappearing under the table to squeeze Lily’s knee. Anne’s hand went to her mouth at the gesture of affection Ashton had made, both women waiting for him to continue, Joy having noted Calum’s movement too, “Me, and Lily, and Calum…the three of us have been together for about a year now. Like…dating and all. Lil and I moved in with Cal a few months ago too. Started last year after she started dating Calum, even though Calum knew I had had feelings for her since school. But he had offered up the idea of this situation that we have now, I just wasn’t ready at the time, until it had already been a couple months. Honestly though, now that I’m here with both of them, I wouldn’t have it any other way. All three of us are incredibly happy and we love each other so much, it’s everything I didn’t know I ever wanted.”

Ashton’s hazel eyes were watering as he finished talking and Lily leaned into him, Calum reaching over to rub his boyfriend’s shoulder. He smiled at both of them, leaning his head on top of Lily’s for a second before glancing over at Calum. He smiled over at Ashton before picking up, “I’m honestly the happiest I’ve ever been in a relationship right now. Which is something that I’ve been struggling with since school; I feel as right about this as I did when Lily met up with us at the library to talk about our business ideas. It’s been a lot of figuring stuff out and talking among ourselves, but it works great for us. It’s just like any other relationship it’s just there’s-“ “Three of us.” Lily finished, looking up at Calum shyly. He just nodded, pressing a kiss to her cheek and letting her continue when she was ready. “I was lucky enough to have them both as my friends through school and that they trusted me enough to let me come in on this company idea with them. Our friendship has grown even more since then and this has just strengthened our bond. They’re both absolutely fantastic men and I really can’t imagine going through life with anyone else. I was really nervous about doing this, but they both have helped calm me down and given their reassurances, I wasn’t even sure if I was going to say anything coming in here, but y’know, here we are. We’ve grown a lot together and I can’t wait to see where it goes.”

Both Anne and Joy were carefully wiping at their eyes as Lily finished speaking, watery smiles on both their faces. They reached across the table, both women taking their sons’ hand as well as Lily’s. That was all that happened, everyone finishing their food once their hands were all released, the table remaining in a comfortable silence.

Outside the restaurant after Ashton had settled the check, all five of them were in an embrace. Anne and Joy both talking about the trio coming by the houses for dinner sometime while they were still in Sydney, as well as before they left to go back to the States. Calum and Ashton, making promises to call them with plans later as Joy and Anne both hugged Lily tightly, planting sweet, maternal kisses to her cheek before they both did the same to each of the boys. Ashton and Calum’s smiles were bright as they watched their mothers walk off to their cars before offering their hands to their girlfriend, making their way over to Ashton’s car.

When they got home to the apartment all three of them were in a flurry of excited kisses, hands on each other as the relief fully flooded them from the two women’s reactions to this relationship. All three of them had gone in with low expectations, having not planned for the joy-filled tears watering the mothers’ eyes as all three of them took turns spilling their hearts. It was also hard to ignore that it was the most they’d talked about their relationship in full to anyone on the outside and the feelings that they had heard spoken aloud from each member’s lips lightened all of their hearts, all of them easily falling into bed, fully at ease in what they had there.

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emberfrostlovesloki · 4 years

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Guess who got into Criminal Minds

I realize that I’m about five years late to this fandom but here’s the first chapter of a story I’m working on. I plan on making Spencer the focus later in the story. The story starts sometime during the middle of season !. Hope you enjoy.

Warnings for chapter 1: Description of murder and mutilated bodies. Discrimination against sex workers.

To Be Held - Chapter One: Death in Seattle

Derek was the last member of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit to enter the bright room where the rest of the team was gathered. Hotch, J.J., and Gideon had already grabbed a file off of the table laden with paper and pictures. The late agent leaned over the table and swiped the file with the main information about the new case. “So, what are we working with here?” Derek asked. Gideon looked up from his file and replied, “Two murders, one victim female and one victim male. The female was assaulted before her death. The male was…” There was a pause in Gideon’s fact list and Spencer finished the sentence for his boss. “The male was castrated, after his death.” Derek looked up at Spencer with a surprised look, and let out a long sigh. “So what are the similarities? A male and female murdered could mean two different M.O. therefore indicating two unsubs?” It was Elle’s turn to give up the information she had gathered. “It looks like one unsub to me. I think the murders are very religiously symbolic. Apart from torturing the victims the unsub broke the wrists and feel of his targets and laid their bodies in the position of someone who had been crucified.” The team nodded their heads as they took in the new information. Gideon who had pulled out his phone looked up from the glowing screen. “The plane’s ready.Well fill in any other gaps of information on the flight to Seattle. Grab your stuff -- wheels up in ten. As the team filed out of the room Spencer was walking beside Derek and inquired, “So what made you late?” Derek looked at the genius and said, “I overslept.” Hotch turned and gave Derek a knowing look before dashing down the stairs to his desk.

The BAU team was in the air and in their regular seats. So far the team had found out the identities of the two victims. The male was Jefferson Pyne, 19, sophomore at Washington State University, he had been studying fashion merchandising, had good grades, and was in the BYX fraternity. The female was Sydney Grost, 31, she had worked as an escort in the greater Seattle and Washington area. Both Jefferson and Sydney’s bodies had been dragged into the woods where they were found two days apart by a hiker and cyclist.

The plane landed smoothly on the runway. As Elle stepped out onto the tarmac she turned to J.J. and said, “Man this weather is really going to get to me. If Twilight has taught me anything from my youth, it’s that in Washington it’s always raining.” Before J.J. could make a joke about how Elle had read Twilight in her youth, Spencer chimed in with, “Actually, Twilight miscalculated how much it rains in Forks. It rains about 15% of the time, not 85% like Meyer’s implied.” J.J. and Elle tried to stifle their giggles as they both turned to look back at Dr. Reid. “You’ve read Twilight?” J.J. asked incredulously to Spencer. To her it was an almost impossible idea,that Dr. Spencer Reid, a man with three degrees and a genius level IQ had read Twilight. Spencer replied with, “Of course I have. It’s part of the cultural zeitgeist of the 21st century. I couldn’t not read it, could I?” The rhetorical question was all too much for J.J. and Elle and they turned around and giggled, quietly, but still, they had to laugh at the concept. They didn’t see Dr. Reid’s reaction, but he bit his lower lip in confusion, and wondered why reading a book that was immensely popular was funny in regards to him.

As the BAU was whisked away to the East Precinct of the Seattle Police Department. Upon arriving at the glass exterior the team was greeted by the Police Chief. Gideon stepped forward in his position of authority, extending his hand and saying, “My name is Jason Gideon, head of the Behavioral Analysis unit. This is my team, agent Hotchner, agent Morgan, agent Greenaway, agent Jareau, and Dr. Reid.” The chief replied by firmly shaking Gideon’s hand, and replying with, “My name is Officer Carmen Best, it’s a pleasure to meet you, and your team. Let’s go inside and get started.”

In a secure room of the police building the team settled down and waited for Chief Carmen to give them the general briefing which she began almost immediately after they were seated. “Two days ago we were made aware of the death of two individuals from the Seattle area. At first we assumed that there could be two different killers, due to the differences in the age and sex of the victims, as well as the method of bodily mutilation. However, after examining the bodies, the similarities were too hard to ignore. The escort company that Ms. Grost worked for is called Fantasy Girls. We've had police officers in plain clothes canvas the building a few times, but nothing seems out of place. Seattle has a lot of tourists from Canada and abroad. We fear that this might be a foreign attack and the unsub might get away before we can find and convict them. That’s all we have right now apart from the evidence you have been already given. Do you have any questions or observations so far?” Chief Carmen looked around the room to see what she was working with. Morgan cleared his throat and spoke up saying, “It’s unlikely that the unsub is not a U.S. citizen. It wouldn’t fit a typical profile. Also, I think this unsub must be older, around 30 to 50 to be precise. The technique of disposing of the bodies without anyone noticing means a more experienced killer. Likely someone who has killed before.” Everyone nodded at Morgan’s assertion. After a few seconds of silence Gideon stood and laid out the plan for the rest of the day. “Agent Hotchner and I will go out to the crime scene to see what else we can deduce there. Morgan and Elle, I want you to go out to Fantasy Girls office and profile the owner, employee’s, really anyone who might know something. Also talk to the cops that are doing the surveillance. Dr. Reid, you stay here and get started on the criminology, possible motives and areas the unsub could strike next. J.J. I need you on the media scene here. Get ahold of what the news has on this case, and keep it under wraps if it looks like a story is about to break.” With the orders given each of the separate groups went to do their jobs.

Gideon and Hotch mainly remained silent as they made the thirty minute drive to the trailhead leading to the crime scene. Gideon swerved the steering wheel quickly causing the car to drift an inch on the wet pavement. Hotch let out a small laugh under his breath. Gideon looked over at him wondering what caused such a reaction in the severe man. “You drive like my wife Jason.” Stated Hotch. The statement had both men laughing until their sides hurt. By the time the two friends had caught their breath, the undercover car was pulling into the trailhead parking lot. Vita Nova was clearly printed on a metal sign next to the map of all of the trails in Olympic National Park. Hotch looked over the map and found the path they were looking for. It was titled Journey's Start. Aaron called behind him at Gideon saying, “We had better get a move on, the crime scene is about three miles from here.” Gideon replied, “You said it boss, let’s go.” As they started their walk, the world slipped away into a lush green path. Hotch fingered his gun. The forest muffled the sounds around them and it put him on edge.

Just as Gideon and Hotchner started their hike, Elle and Morgan arrived outside the building hosting the Fantasy Girls headquarters. It was surprising to Morgan and he commented, “I was frankly expecting something more, flashy?” He gave Elle a quizzical look, hoping for clarification. Elle stated, “I imagine that this is the agency for Fantasy Girls. Escorts take men to bars and clubs all over town. Companies like this aren’t brave enough to have a facade where the girls work. It’s shady, but it keeps the company less liable for situations like this. Morgan nodded and the two exited the car and entered the crumbling brick building. The FBI agents quickly scaled the two flights of stairs to find the office door marked 308 Fantasy Girls. As they walked in and an attractive, young woman walked out holding a folder in one hand and a check in the other. She paused for a moment to look Morgan up and down before sliding out of the door and making room in the office. It was empty apart from an elderly secretary. Morgan walked forward and told the secretary, “We’re from the FBI and we need to speak to Riley Yeung.” The secretary, whose name tag said Nancy, clicked her tongue. “Mr. Riley won’t be happy to see you. He already gave a statement to the police. That was yesterday, maybe you should talk to them?” Nancy retorted. Elle stepped forward, and in a warning tone said, “Speaking to Mr. Riley is imperative to making sure more innocent people aren’t killed. We must see him.” Nancy listened with apathy to Elle before picking up the phone at her desk and hitting one. “Mr. Riley, some suits form the FBI are here to talk to you.” As Nancy listened to the response on the other line she pursed her lips. After she hung up the phone and looked up to Morgan and pointed to the door to the left of her desk. “Mr. Riley’s office is at the end of the hall. He’s ready for you.” Morgan turned at the response and opened the door for Elle. As he stepped into the dirty hallway leading to the CEO’s office he overheard a comment that Nancy said under her breath, “Innocent people, all these girls are being paid to be sluts and whores. They’ll all burn in hell on day.” Morgan thought about turning around and interviewing Nancy, but he stopped himself, instead filing the comment away for another time.

Meanwhile, back at the precinct J.J. and Reid were working at the table where the whole team had been two hours ago. J.J. was on her computer researching what the both online and print news media was saying about the murders. She was also emailing her associates in CNN, MSNBC, and FoxNews, with the information she had. J.J. was also working with the police department on when a press briefing might happen. She also was asking Spencer what he had learned so far. As she got new information she added it to a general document with all of the current information. This procedure made filing the final paperwork at the end of a case much easier. So Reid, “what have you found about the illustrious Fantasy Girls website?” J.J. asked. Spencer didn’t even look up from his laptop as he replied with, “It appears that there are three models for requesting a Fantasy Girl.” He paused and swallowed at the idea of requesting a woman. He continued saying, “You can get an individual woman, or get a group of two to four women, and lastly you can host a ‘party,’ which can have up to twelve women.” Spencer breathed out, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. Looking at a screen for too long always gave him a migraine. J.J. looked up at him and asked, “So, have you found anything on Sydney Grost, or the other girls?” Spencer replied with, “Not that I can see from the Fantasy Girls website of social media. At least this company managed to keep the identities of the other workers safe. There’s hardly anything about them apart from promotional pictures and their aliases. However, there is one girl, she seems to be in a lot of pictures with Grost.” J.J. wondered if the owner of Fantasy Girls had just recently whipped the personal information about his workers. If they would be the next unwilling victims lying dead in the words. She wrote down the first part of her thought and then had an idea. “Hey Spencer, you should call Garcia. Send her the pictures with Grost and the other girl. She can find anyone, literally. I’ve seen her do it with about fifty potential Tinder dates. She even checked out a guy for me once.” J.J. smiled at the memory. Spencer raised his eyebrows at the story, but after a second he swivelled out of his chair, grabbing his phone and stepping into the hallway to call Garcia.

“Office of the Supreme Overlord, may I inquire which of my feifs is calling?” Garcia loved the thrill of answering her calls oddly. She considered it one of the most interesting parts of her job. Of course, every once in a while she got reprimanded for her behavior, but it was alway worth the risk. When she heard, “Hey Gracia, it’s Spencer.” She replied with, “Ah, my favorite genius other than myself. How may I be of assistance?” There was a pause on the line and Spencer replied with, “I’ve sent you some photos. I need one of the women identified.” Penelope pulled up her email tab on the sleek computer system. Once she opened the attachment she couldn’t help but say, “Wow, they’re hot.” Penelope thought she hadn’t said it outloud but when Spencer responded with, “What?” she knew she was screwed. She cleared her throat and continued the conversation, “I’m assuming you want me to find the identity of the girl with black hair?” To which Spencer replied, “Yes. The other woman is Sydney Grost, aka The Violet Vixen, she was killed two days ago. I’m hoping if we can identify the other woman we can get a better profile on the unsub.” Penelope nodded along with the information. Her fingers were already flying across her keyboard, uploading the photos into a software that would analyze the basic characteristics of both girls. She hoped that the software would pick up information about both women. Even if one of them wasn’t alive anymore, it would prove that the program she had created was working. As she was working she asked Spencer one more question. “So what’s the other woman’s name?” He quickly said, “Venus Rising, of course that’s an alias. Garcia, I've gotta run and give J.J. a hand with something. Please call me back when you get something.” The line suddenly went dead. Penelope smiled. She loved that Reid never questioned that she could get something done, and he had said “‘Please.’” She took a big swig of Mountain Dew and went back to typing incredibly fast, monitoring her computer screen like the tech genius she was.

Hotch and Gideon had arrived at the scene where the bodys had been found. Gideon hunched under the yellow caution tape that quarantined the area, while Hotch looked for any clues outside of the crime scene. The scene was very clean, Jason noted on his legal pad. Meanwhile, Aaron was examining a small trail that didn’t appear to be part of the larger system of the park. “Jason, I have something here.” He called out when he noticed something unique in the dirt leading out of the crime scene. Gideon walked to Aaron and squatted down to look at what his friend was looking at. When he didn’t see anything noticeable on the earth he asked, “What am I looking for?” Hotchner cleared some of the leaves off of the ground and dug some pebbles off the same area. “There’s a shoe tread, it’s faint, but look here, there's a star imprinted.” Hotch moved his pointer finger around the shape of a star. With Hotchner’s explanation the shoe tread became clear. Gideon responded with, “This unsub is good, he covered his tracks as he left the scene, and if I’m not mistaken that’s a Doc Marten tread. Good find.” Hotch replied simply with, “Thanks.” The younger man stood up and stated, “I’m going to try and follow this path and see where it leads. Also, when I get a signal I’m going to call Chief Best and get a squad out here to rope off the area where I find prints.” Gideon knew that Hotch was as good at his job, and very aware of the situation, but he could not help saying, “Be careful and stay aware.” Before Aaron walked into the overgrown woods.

Once Hotch was out of sight Gideon went back to the scene. Now that he knew that there was something to look for. He swept the blanket of leaves off the ground with his foot. First he found one print, then another, and another. It was clear to him that the unsub had been to this location many times. He had scouted the site for the bodies, but a more important piece of information that that knowledge gave, was that the unsub had scouted his victims. As Gideon processed the information, something else caught his eyes. He leaned down, on the edge of a bush was a strand of orange rope. It was exactly where Mr. Pyne’s body had been found. Jason pulled out his phone and snapped a picture. Next he pulled on some gloves and put the organe fibers into an evidence bag for further analysis.

Derek looked around the filthy office of Mr. Riley. The peeling and dated wallpaper was decorated with lewd photos of naked women. Mr. Riley appeared as repulsive as his interior design aesthetic. He was responding to a question from Elle, “Ms. Greenaway, let me clearly say again that the girls I hire are not coerced in any way.” Elle was annoyed at the response and asked in a calm voice, “Would you tell me how your hiring process works, and who the girls interact with in that process.” Riley took a second, clearly trying to find a way of not totally answering the question. After Elle cleared her throat, waiting for an answer, he responded with, “The first step in becoming a Fantasy Girl is me. I make a job opportunity available on the internet. Next prospective girls will come in for an interview and a photoshoot. If I like a girl enough and I think she offers something new, I’ll give the girl a week to try the work and see if the appeal is there. Not all women want to be a sex worker, even if they think they might like it. IF the girl does well with the clients, and she likes the job, I give her a contract. A contract which she has a right to refuse.” Elle furthered the question by asking, “Who else reads the applications apart from you. Also who gets to decide if a girl is marketable?” Riley was clearly tired of questions he didn’t want to answer but said, “Nancy processes the applications and sends potential girls to me. If a girl in a trial can make at least 15% commission I’ll sign her.” Derek was both recording and transcribing the conversation in his notes. Morgan still felt put off by Riley and asked, “From your income statements it looks like you’re doing very well for yourself. If the murder of Ms. Grost hurts your profits, how are you planning on moving forward with the company?” “Agent Morgan, I’m sure I know what you’re thinking. You see this office, these photos and you're wondering how I’m lining my pockets while screwing over the girls that work for me. Sure I make a nice profit, but in the end I’m keeping these girls off the street. They get to work somewhere safe. The bars they work at have a partnership with me. If something is going wrong there’s always someone to help them. So I’m the good guy here. You have a list of all the current clients, I can’t tell you anything else.” After Mr. Yeung had finished his speech, Elle gave Derek a look that indicated they should go. She raised from her chair and said, “Thank you for the information Mr. Yeung. We’ll email you if we have any other questions.”

Derek and Elle sat in the car for a moment before Elle had to get her thoughts out. “That man is really self centered and gross. But he really does think that he’s helping the women that work for him.” Derek nodded, “He constantly referred to them as “‘girls’” like they are younger and need protecting. I mean the oldest escort is 40, she’s not really a child anymore.” Derek stated. “I think when we meet some of the escorts we may have a better read on our friend Riley.” Elle said leaning back into the seat of the car.

By the time the team had reconvened at the station the sun had set and it started raining. The pitter-patter of the storm outside could be heard above the debrief the team was going through. Hotch stated the conversation with, “I found a pair of boot imprints at the crime scene.” He tossed the picture of the tracks on the table for the team to see, “From analysing how far apart his gait is, plus the large size of the shoe, we can safely assume that the unsub is male and stands about six feel tall. The scene was very clean, too clean. I’ve requested a meeting with the coroner that performed the paperwork detailing his examination of the bodies.” Next Gideon jumped in, saying, “I also found some unique fibers at the scene.” He produced the bag of evidence. “I’ll leave these here, an analysis team is on it’s way.” Spencer took the chance to interject, “Hopefully the fibers will produce some elements we can trace back to where the unsub tortures his victims. I’ve sent some analysis out to Garcia. I’m hoping to identify a potential victim and coworker of Ms. Grost. I think she can tell me a lot about what happened.” Because J.J. had also spent the day with Spencer she went next, stating, “The media is surprisingly informed, but hasn’t really reported anything yet. There was an obituary for Mr. Pyne, but the press certainly hasn’t made the connection between the two cases yet. Probably because of the link between a sex worker and a teenager. It could look bad in a paper. I’ve contacted Mr. and Ms. Pyne and set up an interview at their house tomorrow. So far I've had no luck finding relatives of Ms. Grost. ” Lastly Elle filled in the team explaining, “Mr. Yeung is making a lot of money from his business. He may be coercing the women who work for him and he sees himself as a savior to them. He’s a misogynist, but from what I saw today he’s, nor anyone in his office would have the motive to murder one of their own employees.” The team took in the information. Spencer was writing down notes when Gideon cleared his throat saying, “This might have been a slow day, but we’ve made good progress before. If the unsub stays consistent then there will be another missing person by tomorrow. We must prevent this if we can. Let’s go get some rest and hit the ground running tomorrow. The team headed out to the cars, getting wet as they ran to the vehicles in the rain.

Across town a figure clutched a necklace. He was mumbling the same phrase over and over, it was drowned out by the sound of the wind. He became silent when a car pulled into the driveway. He waited till the man in the car got out and went into the house. The man dropped the necklace and pulled out a gun from the waistband of his pants. He moved from behind the bushes and moved with confidence toward the house. If the rain wasn’t beating down so hard a neighbor might have heard the single shot from a gun that rang out into the night.

#ciminal minds #spencer reid #dr. spencer reid #j.j.#agent hotchner #derek morgan #elle greenaway #fanfic

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thestalkerbunny · 4 years

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Would you give us a little more info of your swsh team gijinkas?

Sure!

Renyard the Thievul: He’s from a rich ritzy noble family and had a great time being rich. Loved having basic living needs. But for some reasons, he upsetted the wrong Witch and she cursed his hands. His hands are immediatly drawn to the most valuable object in the room and won’t drop it until the hands think he’s in a secure location. He basically had kleptomania cursed on his hands. His family eventually lost their patience with him and this problematic horde of things he lifted off people at their parties and from stores and he got kicked out of the house so he could ‘get his shit together’ which was not a good move. He has no job skills or anything that could help him earn money to provide for himself or keep himself safe because he never had to before. So he resorted to....rather unmentionable methods of being ‘servicable’ so he wouldn’t have to steal. He’s managed to join a competitive champion team not only in hopes of winning the massive amount of cash prize money, but also hopefully to find help with his curse. Which he’s successfullly manipulated to his advantage nowadays.

Carousel the Galar Rapidash: A rather noted name in Galar known for doing fashion shoots and fun internet stuff. He’s rather sweet and soft spoken twords everyone and Being on the Champion circuit is sort of a bucket list thing for him. He does some model work for fashion lines and is regarded as one of the more beautiful people. He comes from a family who is very proud of their son.

Vicious the Obstagoon: An on and off bouncer for the clubs-he sometimes covers for his other bouncer friends who work at gay nightclubs which is how he met Carousel. He had no interest in going into the champion circuit till he met Carousel who he’s very infatuated with. What he’s really always wanted was to make music again like he did when he was younger and a Liloone. His family doesn’t know what he does or his preferences in romantic people. His real name is Sydney and he’s very embaressed about it. Renyard often calls him Syddy and it just flusters him very much.

Boggart the Grimmsnarl: Probably the coolest nicest biker you’ll ever meet. He was raised in the woods alongside other Impdimps as a child and was raised a bit longer by his Hatterene mother compared to others before he was run off to go live with his father. He’s a little bit of a ditzy himbo at times and he loves tattoos. He’s currently on the Champion team as a favor for Vicious. He’s also pulling another favor for a Dusknoir agent by acting as a sort of Probation officer for Muriel. He’s often busy trying to keep her from breaking her probation because he just cares too much about everyone’s well being. He’s got a big of a heavier accent and the way his teeth are placed makes it hard for him to be understood.

Muriel the Polteagiest: In life, she was Muriel Brewster who purposefully poisoned over 200 people, both inside the house she worked for as a maid and outside under the assumption she was just ‘helping sad people not be sad anymore’ and committed suicide after her arrest by drinking the same tainted tea because ‘being in jail would make her sad and that just wouldn’t do.’ After her death, she served time as punishment in a museum for her crimes in life and was released-only to break probation twice by poisoning people to ‘help’ them’ she’s currently on her 3rd attempt and if she fails that, she’ll be fed to Giratina and have her essence removed from this plane of reality. Boggart is the one who is basically babysitting her the entire time. She’s very motherly twords everyone, but isn’t allowed to make them tea or food as a part of her probation. She is often very bright and cheery.

Slaugh the Runerigus: A iron age warrior who was executed for a reason unknown by being thrown in the bogs and crushed from the pressure, leaving his corpse preserved perfectly and his wandering spirit constantly coughing up mud. He speaks no english, only ancient Galarian which honestly nobody speaks anymore and seemingly lacks manners most of the time. He ended up following Renyard when during a visit to a museum, Renyard broke off and stole a lock from the storage cabinet and Slaugh followed him. Boggart thinks he’s the coolest thing because of his amazing tattoos. Renyard is often self concious about his affections for Slaugh who seems to hold no judgement for the things Renyard had to do to survive. The fact half his head was shaved implies that Slaugh was excuted for adultry. He’s pretty decent friends with the two archeologists who hauled him up from the mud.

#TSB ask #Pokemon Gjinka #Muriel #Slaugh #Renyard #Boggart #Vicious #Carousel #Anonymous

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fortheheavenssake · 4 years

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💟💟 PG MM Anon(II) 💟💟 Interpretation Collection -11

69. July 23

MM ANON ……… love life exposed …………… gift of jewellery ……………… it’s all a mask ………………… sister protection ……………… yippee ,Balmoral …………… 15 Bank accounts??……………… return to school??? ……………… “ it’s the theatre Jim, but not as they show it”………… Sending in Federal Troops ……………………Bojo crabs ……………… a strong union 🤣🤣🤣……………… 4 million. …………” are you coming Sydney”………… “indubitably sir”…………… “ stock the cellar!! “ ……… “ your request is my command sir” ………… “ and don’t tell anyone I’m driving the LR.”

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July 23/20

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July 24/2029 0250 hrs CST Riddle from July 23/2020. Riddle #69

love life exposed ……………

Well the court has ruled in the case regarding it is GM that the court can do that the records can be unsealed. This is in the case involving VRG! The floodgates will open as explosive documents detailing Ghislaine Maxwell’s sex life can be UNSEALED in Virginia Giuffre’s defamation case within a week!Judge Loretta Preska, in Manhattan ruled on Thursday to unseal more than 80 documents that GM had wanted to keep under wraps.The judge said the documents - which will run to hundreds of pages - should be made public within a week.They include flight logs from Epstein’s jets, a deposition in 2016 in which Maxwell’s lawyers said she was asked ‘intrusive’ questions about her sex life.The documents also include police reports from Palm Beach, Florida, where JE had a home. It will include communications between GM and JEfrom January 2015 when VRG made allegations about them in court papers. In the papers VRG claimed she was forced to have sex with Pa three times when she was just 17, at JE orders. The documents were part of a defamation lawsuit brought by VRG against GM, which was confidentially settled in 2017. The case is separate from the criminal proceedings against GM, who is accused of procuring girls as young as 14 for JE to abuse. I honestly feel sick 🤢🤢🤢and pray 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻for anybody who has to read all of this horrific information!

gift of jewellery ………………

I can just not find anything that I think is relevant. The only thing I can see is the Fringe Tiara, that her Majesty loaned to princess Beatrice on her wedding. I am looked up and down sideways for any possible wedding gifts you received. I just find nothing. So maybe it’s some thing obvious that I missing but I’ve tried my best and I just I just can’t seem to find anything that makes any sense.

it’s all a mask …………………

Well I think the word of the year besides COVID-19 is mask. Everybody and their dog is making masks fashion designers and etc. I ordered some from the Lug company and that this is the cutest patterns and they’re water repellent, just like the Lug bags very very cute. I was just a metaphor for how things really are? It’s a small some big grand conspiracy to help the New World order? Everybody online is got some crazy conspiracy theory. I am doing my best to keep away from it all. But I do think going forward wearing mask will be a new normal.

sister protection ………………

🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.

Thirteen nuns from a Michigan, U.S.A., convent have died from COVID-19 in a deadly wave that claimed 12 in just one month and left more than a dozen seriously ill.The nuns, who lived together at the Felician Sisters’ convent in Livonia, Michigan, were all aged between 79 and 99 years of age.Twelve of them died in the one month between April 10 and May 10. At the time, 18 other nuns had contracted COVID-19 and were being treated for the virus. On June 27, one of the 18 nuns battling the virus also died.The nuns lived and worked together - mostly as teachers - at the Livonia convent, which was home to 65 sisters prior to the pandemic. Most definitely are under God’s care now.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

yippee ,Balmoral ……………

Yep kids, they are off to Balmoral!! I wish them a marvellous time!🥂🥂🥂The Queen and Prince Philip are to move to Balmoral early for a socially-distanced summer holiday with her family. Her Majesty, Queen and Duke of Edinburgh are going to go to Scotland early next week. All visitors and family will have to stay in other buildings on grounds. 15,000 acres, loads of room.😁😁 ⛺️ fishing 🎣 🌳 🌲 💐 🦌 🦊. You get the idea, their love of the outdoors is well known.

15 Bank accounts??………………

GM is alleged to have 15 back accounts are the globe. I have a strong belief there are more and as l said last week she became a naturalized U.S. citizen back in 2002. I believe she may several passports despite this. Her connections are broad, spread globally and the wealthiest of the wealthy. This is a major double sword because she knows a lot of very awful truths and secrets about the elite allegedly. She is quivering in her paper boots. Now they are unsealing VRG records from that case in Florida…….big shoes are about to drop!!

return to school??? ………………

There has been a reuptick in the cases of COVID-19 in various places around the world where the case that had kind of stabilized. We are seeing that in Canada as well in several provinces. In our country, it’s due to people gathering in large gatherings and then having what they call a super spreader. Then they return home and it spreads throughout their community. So as far as returning to school I think in many parts of the world that’s still up in the air. I’m thinking especially regarding our Cambridge children, they probably still do not know what they’re going to do. It is likely going to probably come down to digital education and a continuation of more of the same as had been done earlier in the year. As we, in the northern hemisphere are heading to autumn and the flu season when begins, this is very concerning. The southern hemisphere is on fire, en Fargo, 🔥 with COVID-19 cases it’s just unbelievable. stay safe Ladykinrannoch 💜💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜💜

“ it’s the theatre Jim, but not as they show it”…………

Back to MM Anon’s favourite Star Trek reference.💜💜💜💜💜😊😊😊😊😊😊💜💜💜💜💜Theatre in the west end of London is historic and a huge tourism money maker. It brings a lot of tourists in and many locals who enjoy the theatre both dramatic and musical. As we know in the UK Panto (pantomime) season is a huge fundraiser for the theatre district itself plus it’s a tradition and everybody just loves it. This is going to be I don’t know how many millions they say that will be has been lost already. Theatres and music venues in England will be able to host physically distanced outdoor performances from Saturday 11 July under new government guidance, but industry figures are calling for more clarity on when full-capacity indoor performances can return. U.K.The culture secretary, Olive Dowden, announced the relaxing of restrictions where performances can now take place as long as they are “outside and with a limited and socially distanced audience”. “As I’ve seen for myself at the Royal Academy this morning, the National Gallery and as we’ll see shortly from the National Museums Liverpool, our cultural institutions are beginning to welcome back visitors,” he said. “I’m really urging people to get out there and to play their part, buy the tickets for outdoor plays and music recitals, get to your local gallery and support your local businesses.” The government said that now “gives the green light” for outdoor opera at Glyndebourne, and outdoor theatre at venues such as the Minack Theatre and Shakespeare’s Globe, but industry figures were disappointed that the announcement did not go further. Earlier in the week, Dowden unveiled @£1.57 billion, WITH A B, BILLION!!!, rescue plan for the 🎭.Jon Morgan, director of Theatres Trust, welcomed the relaxation but called for more clarity on when theatres can move to stage five of the government’s plan when performances are allowed indoors with audiences. “Oh, what a performance… Britain’s theatres are dying on their feet. Now Andrew Lloyd Webber’s fighting to prove the show CAN go on — yet as SARAH VINE found at his Covid-safe staging, if the rules aren’t relaxed, the curtain may fall for good” DAILY MAIL

Sending in Federal Troops ……………………

In American cities are specifically Portland, Oregon, Chicago, Illinois there’s a few others where they are or mayors and governors who are I have specifically. ordered the police not to do their job. The numbers of shootings and murders in Chicago has skyrocketed just unbelievably and there’s been little children involved. There was a open broad daylight shooting at a funeral home where I believe 15 people were shot and it was a gang members funeral and I was I guess other gang members that did the shooting. Apparently there are 117,000 gang members in that part of Chicago where the entire population of the community is 500,000 so you’re looking at more than 20% does astounding!! These mayors/governors are of the opposing party of the current U.S. government and are actively, as in the case of Minneapolis, have instituted laws ready to defund the police. I want to specifically talk about Portland, Oregon. Tonight I believe it was the 54th night of riots and destruction and the local law-enforcement are held back they’re not allowed to do anything. They have specifically received instructions from their mayor and governor. Imagine being those fine dedicated to serve and protect officers being handcuffed, so to speak, from doing their job. IMAGINE LIVING THERE?!🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺Homeland security together with the ATF, the FBI and Various other federal law enforcement have been there to try and stop the destruction. They are there because their specific mandate is to stop damage and protect federal buildings to federal property from destruction or damage. President Trump has said he is in sending in more federal aid despite what the the mayors and the governors are saying. Specifically in Portland it was really interesting on Tuesday evening the mayor, whose name escapes me, he went down into the riot and he had a microphone and a mask and he was speaking they knew it was him he was on a big screen I think and he was speaking in support of all these rioters, these antifa people. The crowd then they turned on him they were yelling at him to resign they were throwing stuff at him and it got really really really dangerous.I would not be at all surprised if it’s some point as a thing in Seattle that CHAZ or CHOP as it became called , there ended up being several murders I think four or five rapes and endless lawless behaviour where they just went in and cleaned it up. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if martial law ended up being declared in some of these places. The local mayors and governors do not seem to understand that the federal law-enforcement agencies like the ATF, the FBI, homeland security etc. have a mandate a legal mandate to protect federal property.

Bojo crabs ………………

British Prime Minister Boris Johnson toured a crab fishery on the Orkney archipelago on Thursday, July 23/2020, amid increasing support for Scotland’s independence from the rest of the United Kingdom. Speaking earlier in the day, he was keen to press the case for the whole of the U.K., to work together to tackle the coronavirus and subsequent economic fallout.

Following his visit to the fishery, Johnson also toured a local cheese-making dairy and was then due to meet members of the military, whom he will thank for their help in responding to the coronavirus outbreak, which included setting up testing sites and transferring patients.The visit marked the first anniversary of his premiership, with Johnson reaffirming his promise to increase opportunity and prosperity for all parts of Britain.I read it it’s quite funny in one of the articles I read they said when he was holding the crap he look like Edward Scissorhands from the movie. Interestingly that movie stars Johnny Depp.

a strong union 🤣🤣🤣………………

For years now Scotland has wanted independence from England. Actually make centuries! Nicola Sturgeon, First Minister of Scotland, used her daily COVID-19 presser as a. ‘party political broadcasts’ and a lack of proper scrutiny of her decisions has allowed her to cultivate a 'Saint Nicola’ persona in Scotland through the crisis, a leading MSP told MailOnline today.Michelle Ballantyne, Conservative MSP for South Scotland, spoke out as PM Boris Johnson visited Orkney and said the pandemic would have been 'disaster’ for Scotland if it had been independent from the UK.She stated that a largely pro-Independence press have failed to hold the First Minister to account during the pandemic while the Government in London fielded questions every night for months at the Downing Street news conferences.The collapse of press scrutiny in Scotland has allowed Ms Sturgeon to sell the idea of holding a second Independence referendum to the public, as two polls find that 54 per cent of people would back secession if there was a second vote. It has also caused even people in England to imagine that the SNP leader has handled the crisis better than the PM, as a YouGov poll last month showed. DM.

4 million. …………”

US coronavirus cases surpass !!4 MILLION!! and another one million are expected in just two weeks - as Texas sets single-day high for fatalities and California sees record 12,000 infections in 24 hours. Cases are doubling each week, if you look at the graph and stats! THIS IS ALARMING, especially since a U.S. election for president is the November. The Republican national conversation, initially scheduled in North Carolina but the POTUS cancelled it there because of discord l believe. It was moved to Jacksonville, Florida. Due to Covid-19, these massive gatherings are impossible. POTUS said he would do a digital speech. I wonder how on earth they will have an election🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.The number of cases is now on track to record an addition one million infections in just two weeks.In the past week, the average number of daily cases has reached 66,000 and, based on that trajectory, cases will increase by one million by the first week of August.More than 143,000 Americans have now died from COVID-19 after daily deaths surpassed 1,000 on Wednesday for the second time this week.There has been an uptick in deaths, on average, across the US since the beginning of July after hotspot states including Florida, Texas and Arizona saw explosions in cases and hospitalizations.In Texas on Wednesday, they set one-day records for increases in COVID-19 deaths and hospitalizations in the state.Meanwhile, California surpassed New York on Wednesday to have the highest number of COVID-19 cases in the country . Some from DM.

“ are you coming Sydney”………… “indubitably sir”…………… “ stock the cellar!! “ ……… “ your request is my command sir” ………… “ and don’t tell anyone I’m driving the LR.”

Well they are off to Balmoral! Himself is asking Sydney if he was coming along to Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿. As is if there was any doubts, 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂if he was going to come along and he answered in dubitably of course indubitably! If, am he must! stock the cellar, Himself has got to have that Boddington’s!! 🍺 🍻 🍻!Sydney, the ever faithful Butler, said your request is my command sir! 😁😁😁😁😁Himself is not supposed to be driving , yet tell him to keep schtüm on the fact that he is going to be at Balmoral driving the Lone Ranger! Have a wonderful time!!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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70. July 24

MM ANON ……” since 1948 ,no changes ………… wags wobble………… phone a drone ………… Kim-vorce ……………… masked burger………… flowers for team Johnny ………… bailed out by old Bailey…………… Ban her from the palace ………………… tell all will destroy her……………… K&W&LCG will sunny fly to island???……………” I’ll drive Sydney!! “ ……… “ I’ll walk sir” …………… “ bloody get in”😱😱😱

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July 24/2020. Riddle #70!

” since 1948 ,no changes …………

The Daily Mail has this amazing story today. I know people who don’t move stuff about. I used to always move my furniture around and decorate each season. Now the furniture moving….not so much🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 due to my back. But l love moving my special things AND decorating each season! There is a house stuck in time. An ex-Royal Navy sailor, 89, has left decor untouched since 1948 saying it’s saved him thousands. Doug Bethel, 89, from Liverpool, Merseyside, still lives in the house that his family first purchased in 1948. Following military service he was a gas engineer, now retired obviously, although men do still have a lot of “ gas” 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂especially around that age. Pardon my humour😂😂🤣😂☺️🤣🤣☺️. He has left his house untouched, when he returned to live with parents after leaving Royal Navy.Mr Bethel has kept his childhood bedroom untouched and still has the original kitchen and cooker in house. Since it was built, house has survived two explosions- one during the Second World War and another in 1986. This goes to show you how things are quality that were built back then last and stand the test of time. Now if you buy an appliance they’re made to be disposable they don’t last that long and it’s cheaper to buy a new one then to fix it. I would love to walk through this house and have him explain everything. That used to be my type of favourite patient to work with, the special patient who was seasoned as I should say , elderly , but I prefer the word seasoned and had lots of life stories and life lessons to tell. The pictures are amazing! The outside of the house looks a little rough but the inside is glorious! The floral wallpaper on the walls, my goodness it’s beautiful. He’s done an excellent job of taking care of everything it at all looks just spic and span.. Well that’s a phrase I haven’t used in a long time, spic and span. That’s what my mum used to always say when we cleaned the house and it was all done and she said yes things look spic and span. Does anyone else remember that phrase? I don’t know why that came out of my mouth today but it’s interesting how things stay in our brain and then they come out. I’m noticing that as I use this audio software and I’m just talking instead of typing, it’s a whole different type of experience. I love that mirror he has on the wall that’s Dewar’s, oh man I’d love to have that , beautiful!

wags wobble…………

WAGS was an American tv show, tacky like the Real Housewives shows. It stood for Wives and Girlfriends of Sportsmen, of professional Americans athletes. THAT was a slutty show wowza! I am ashamed to admit l watched some of it.😞😞😞☹️☹️☹️😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣I doubt that this is what MM Anon is talking about!

However I do believe she’s referring to the ongoing battle between football/soccer wives Coleen Rooney and Rebekah Vardy. This is been going on for months if not eat over a year or longer I’ve been reading about it. Are used to really like best friends. And Khalid a Rooney is married to Wayne Rooney for those of you who don’t know he’s he’s like a premier player in the football league in the UK. She had a feeling that someone in her close circle shit close to Facebook friend I think like 25 soccer football wives I think there’s 25 of them in there and she had a feeling somebody was on sharing details outside of that group. So she decided to put it up on her self to do a little test of each woman. And she came to the conclusion that Rebekah Vardy was the one that was releasing confidential information. that’s of the backstory that I know so this is what the daily mail is saying today.

Rebekah Vardy no w has accused Coleen Rooney of leaking stories to the press HERSELF, says she’s been made a scapegoat and was left ‘suicidal’ by fall-out from Wagatha Christie row, in bombshell court documents from £1m libel claim.Wagatha Christie🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣.

Rebekah Vardy revealed her ‘extreme anguish’ about being exposed 'to public ridicule’ in legal documents.She also claimed in the papers that the stress of the scandal had left her fearful of losing her unborn baby.In an astonishing claim, Rebekah detailed how she believed she had been 'made a scapegoat’ by Coleen. The saga started in October when the wife of Wayne Rooney accused Rebekah of leaking stories about her.

phone a drone …………

Well Madam has pulled one of her favourite tricks pardon the pun Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣. This Audio talking type thing is so funny because it’s hard to when I laugh so when he says ha ha Ha ha ha I’m actually laughed and then when I see the half I laugh even harder oh it’s funny anyways she’s pulled another stunt. Oh help me help me l’m a poor innocent female I’m a poor innocent female! There are drones flying all around the mansion I am living in trying to capture photos of Archficial! This goes back to one of her first earliest dance when she phone hairy and said all the paparazzi are stocking me outside my house in Toronto oh I’m so scared that it it off and then he released that statement which locked him into her with her for good. Now apparently they her and hairy they have filed a lawsuit and all these John Does with drones are going to be sued. She is a feminist why are there no Jane Does? How does she know that they’re just men? Why are there no John and Jane Does? Miss feminist!Oh first of all there’s no drones actually , well first of all she is not at Tyler Perry’s house mansion whatever. She’s lawsuit happy otherwise known as litigious! Oh well used characteristic by the rich and celebrities alike. So she’s now filed a lawsuit against people that don’t exist for something that’s not happening at a place where she’s not living with a child that doesn’t exist in her care! Does that make sense did I say that right or you say it slower she’s now follows a lawsuit against people that don’t exist, for something that’s not happening, at a place where she’s not living, with a child that doesn’t exist in her care!!! Wow that is a lot to unpack in that one sentence wow! What a joke! She is such a joke such a bloody joke it’s just hilarious it is I mean if it weren’t so Flippin sad that our beautiful royal family was dragged into this it is just so hilarious I said this is her life this is how she’s living her life can you kids imagine what a waste of a life that God gives you wow wow wow wow!

Kim-vorce ………………

I find it so incredibly sad. I spoke about it yesterday, to watch a man publicly mentally implode. Bipolar disorder, a full-blown manic phase, millions of dollars at his fingertips right in front of the public, it just breaks my heart it absolutely it’s just breaks my heart. I have not affinity for the Kardashians or Kanye West don’t get me wrong, I’m not , I’m no fan but I am a human being with compassion. I worked in mental health and it’s just it’s just breaks my heart to watch this happen. Then when he went on to talk about how him and Kim wanted to or she wanted to abort their first baby, North.can you imagine now that’s out in the public and when they were little girl gets older she’s going to read that oh my so so damaging. Other than celebrities always naming their babies weird names you can see his illness evident in the names of their children as well. Kim has remained silent but she released a statement two days ago saying how heartbreaking it is that the family can do nothing to help him do it to the mental health laws there. Also the two of them have been considering divorce for quite some time. Yeah I having a chronic mental illness that has the phases that is dramatic and drastic as he is that doesn’t fit into the reality show a life of a perfect family does it? Let’s get rid of him .In my province, the family can go to the magistrate and get someone formed, it is a form that it’s a short word for the form that’s that’s filled out by the magistrate to compel the person to see a GP or ER , by police or RCMP escort if need be, and often is! They can compel them to see a doctor. Then if the doctor feels they need mental health assistance they can fill out a different form, transferred to Psychiatry and then they will be held against their will for 72 hours for assessment and after such a time as if it’s determined that the person is really in need of hospitalization then there is another form that the psychiatrists, two of them have to fill out and then they start treatment. The 72 hours is for assessment, therefore minimal meds given to allow a clear assessment. However in most cases the person by the time they reach the involuntarily assessment phase they are so ill that they cannot go 72 hours without treatment. They are either violence or acutely suicidal or both and there are various treatment modalities that are used.There’s also a review board process in this within 21 days they can apply to the review were to have the review board if you review the case to determine if it’s appropriately involuntarily hospitalized. The review were consists of psychiatrists nurses legal people and members of the community.

masked burger…………

Who would’ve thought the the new cottage industry for 2020 would be making facemasks? Designers of all types are making them fashion a fashion statement to coordinate with your clothing. I think that’s a good thing because of this is going to be the new normal we’re going to have to be wearing them and you might as well have something not only be utilitarian but look nice as well right? In the U.K. fast food chains including McDonald’s, Burger King and Domino’s have confirmed they will enforce the new face mask rules.From July 24, you must wear face masks in all shops, public places, restaurants etc.and you could be fined £100 if you fail to do so. The government has also issues guidance guidelines for restaurants and fast food places, which l guess are not considered restaurants 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂. Dine-in and takeaway customers must follow different rules when inside a food establishment.If you’re buying food and drink to takeaway, you are required to wear a face covering.The government says this is the same as entering and browsing a normal shop, where it’s also compulsory to wear face masks.But if you plan on eating in, you won’t need to wear a face covering.Ministers have previously said “it’s not practical” to wear face masks in places where you’ll be eating. This actually makes zippo sense. Close the eat in then!!

flowers for team Johnny ………… 💐💐💐💐💐

A female fan gave a bouquet of flowers to JD outside the courthouse. They flouted social distancing rules as he leaned in for a cuddle with the female fan outside of the London court.He was seen smiling after receiving the stunning bouquet of white flowers as the pair talked outside, seemingly ignoring COVID-19 restrictions. There are no rules for celebrities and politicians! This was a few days ago like ten, l can find no other reference.

bailed out by old Bailey…………… ⚖️ ????denied

For those of you who are not aware of what oh Bailey is here’s a little education. Old Bailey is the Central Criminal Court of England and Wales (commonly called the Old Bailey). The Crown Court sitting at the Central Criminal Court deals with major criminal cases from within Greater London and in exceptional cases, from other parts of England and Wales. This is the applicant case though and it’s JUSTICE DENIED, grins and arrogance hand signs! 'You robbed a hero of his life’: PC Andrew Harper’s widow tells of shock after 'barbaric’ travellers who dragged him to death were cleared of murder and says: 'I have a life sentence to bear… more painful than a meagre number of years in prison’. PC Andrew Harper’s widow Lissie today said she was 'immensely disappointed’ that the three teenagers who killed her husband were cleared of murder and convicted of manslaughter, describing the crime as 'barbaric’. Henry Long, Albert Bowers and Jessie Cole, who are all travellers, hugged each other as they were cleared of murdering the police officer by dragging him to his death behind their car - but were convicted of manslaughter. Speaking outside the Old Bailey in London today, Ms Harper said: 'I’m immensely disappointed with the verdict given today. I now have my own life sentence to bear, and believe me when I say it will be a much more painful, soul-destroying and treacherous journey than anyone facing a meagre number of years in prison will experience.’ PC Harper, 28, had tried to stop the thieves stealing a quad bike and his ankles were lassoed by the trailing loading strap as the teenagers tried to escape in Sulhamstead, Berkshire.

Ban her from the palace …………………

Well the only thing a person I can think of that being banned from the Palace would be Madam. that would be each and every royal residence even probably within 100 metres. But why would this be coming up now? Interesting! MM Anon, you always leave me wondering with some of your clues and my brain just goes Squirrley. I would’ve thought these orders would’ve been given a long time ago.

tell all will destroy her………………

It’s being marked down and I don’t know anybody that’s going to buy this book “finding freedom” by Scooby Doo and Durand. She again has bitten off way more than she can chew and is now stepping away from having any part of that book and is denying participating with it. Anybody associated with her gets Markled. Some people may be lucky enough just to lose their reputation and employment. Others are not so lucky they may end up in a world of legal trouble both civil and criminal. Those I’m thinking of ourJM, GM, MA, DR,TM et al meaning the rest of the M family that we have seen and heard from. It is all coming together now like a perfect storm. Her lawsuit against the mail on Sunday, this book with the ridiculous title, all of the I don’t want to use the word friends, but famous people who have said they have met and held Archie. People like, Ellen degenerate, yes I said degenerate. One I cannot figure out for love nor money, is the monkey lady whose name escapes me right now Jane Goodall that’s her name Jane Goodall. What is her what’s what’s her part in this game here? A respected woman of her age. Who has spent decades of her life doing groundbreaking research and is so well respected , what is she got to hide that she’s got to be part of this nonsense. I don’t know but as London scoop says I so often harken to, that up is down down is up inside as outside outside and inside. I just find it very very sad! Only in her case only in her case! I want you to know that wasn’t a spelling error on my part that’s what I call her Ellen degenerate because she is a degenerate and how she treats people and lies!

K&W&LCG will sunny fly to island???……………”

As I predicted/ well educated guessed, 😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣, several riddles ago, oh I’m a psychic with a 🔮 oooooooo and it’s purple too Wowza!! The Cambridge family, aka K, Catherine, W, William, L, Louis, C, Charlotte, G, George, will take an island holiday. Oh what a clever detective I am eh 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂?I am guessing it will be to the place in the Caribbean that Pippa’s in-laws own. With Vogue Williams, the wife of Pippa’s husband due to deliver their baby girl soon, like any day or minute now, they won’t be going. They usually all go together. The Cambridges, her parents, Pippa and James Matthew, his parent, and James Middleton and his finacé , whose name escapes me! I know she is from France!

“I’ll drive Sydney!! “ ……… “ I’ll walk sir” …………… “ bloody get in”😱😱😱

HMTQ and Himself are off to Balmoral for their summer vacay!. As we all know after that MVA, motor vehicle accident that Prince Philip had last year, he was told that he could no longer drive by the HMTQ. That would be the only person he would he would listen to. Sounds like the rules are changing up in Scotland though oh he’s insisting on driving. And despite Sydney’s best efforts that’s a no no questions asked he’s driving. And Sydney is insisting not but himself is firm and that he was driving. And Sydney cheeky adorable Sydney says he’ll walk sir it and then you have himself chickie reply get in the vehicle! Oh my love just absolutely love these scenes!! I can picture them so vividly in my head! Then having this I would imagine rather loud conversation outside a Range Rover, aka Lone Ranger! The three horrified faces are probably people watching, watching and listening to what’s being said!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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71. July 25

MM ANON … … “ SHOWGIRL”…………… “that girl” ………… “ I don’t trust her “……………… quarantine …… “we never consulted the authors”😂😂😂……………”it’s a gym Jim, but not as they row it”………… “coming for a swim”…………… knock em for SIX……………Four!!!…………… “jump Frankie”…………” it’s only to the Glen Sydney “ …………… “ it’s three miles sir” ……… “ get the bloody hamper” ……… “I’ll drive back sir” ………… “ not a bloody chance Sydney” ……… “ then I refuse sir” ……… “get your bloody arse in the LR” … “reluctantly sir “😱😱

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💜💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊😊Thank you MM Anon😊😊😊😊💜💜💜💜🌈🌈🌈🌈

July 25/2020 FIVE MONTHS UNTIL CHRISTMAS 🎄. Riddle #71

Some help from the DM today again.

“ SHOWGIRL”…………… “

ALLEGEDLY, When Madam began “dating” Prince Harry she was snubbed by her future sister-in-law and contemptuously referred to as “Harry’s showgirl” by a senior royal, according to bombshell revelations in a new book.In “the book” “journalists “Carolyn Durand and Omid Scobie paint a sympathetic picture of Madam who was shunned by palace staff and Harry’s older brother William, who once advised Harry to take his time “to get to know this girl.” I used the word book and journalists in quotes because they are not real journalists and it is an insult to all great books to call this trash a book!“In those last two words, ‘this girl,’ Harry heard the tone of snobbishness that was diametrically opposite to his approach to the world, MY WORDS😁😁😁. “During his 10-year career in the military, outside the royal bubble, he had learnt not to make snap judgments about people based on their accent, education, ethnicity, class or profession.”

“that girl” …………

This was a tv show when l was a kid with Marlo Thomas. Anyone recall that? ‘P****d off’ Prince Harry branded William a snob after his brother accused him of being ‘blinded by lust’ over 'this girl’ Madam sensational Finding Freedom biography claims. This or that, feels like something right outside of Sesame Street! This and that are demonstratives grammatically speaking! Now I shall do my best Elmo voice how is that or this , this and that are demonstrative in English language grammatically speaking. Do you English grammatical language? Don’t I sound just like Elmo? Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂😂. Since their whole “relationship was a booty call“ William is exactly right.ALLEGEDLY Prince Harry thought William was a ‘snob’ after he was warned to take things slow with ‘this girl’aka SEAHAG🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. ALLEGEDLY the Duke of Cambridge told Harry not to ‘rush this’ and ‘take as much time as you need to get to know’ this SEAHAG! Madam was described by palace insiders as 'Harry’s showgirl’ who came 'with a lot of baggage’! Well that’s putting it mildly she has more baggage than the whole Louis Vuitton company put together!😆😆😆😆🤣🤣😂

“ I don’t trust her “………………

I’m going to stick with Madam here. After their first teatime or meeting with William and Catherine, allegedly William found Madam taking pictures of the children and private parts of their home and he was furious. She was allegedly planning to sell them for a quarter of $1 million but I bet you she could have gotten more. If she had sold photos of the children they would have been worth millions! They would have been embargoed in the UK but they would still be selling today around the world.No actually they would not be selling today because they would have sued her and probably brought charges. That is nothing to mess about with, he is the son to heir to the throne and those children are also in line of succession and to violate that, in the sanctuary of their home, is no small crime in the UK. So based on, first of all they knew everything about her before that, so I mean they did not trust her anyways. The way she trapped in at Harry there is just nothing about this woman to trust. I do not need to explain it you, you all know it. I do not trust her, she messes in dark evils!

If this is about AH or GM, same rules apply, no trust!

quarantine

Don’t you just love rules and rules that you don’t know exist and then you have to obey them as if you knew that they existed the whole time? It’s so special so very special I am being very facetious😁😁😁😁! Fury of the Brits caught out abroad! First holidaymakers return home from Spain and straight into quarantine, after ‘ridiculous’ snap ruling not even the airlines knew about came into force, leaving thousands unable to go to work. Vacationers returning will have to quarantine after landing back for two weeks. This raises problems for those who owns their own businesses or can’t be off work.Others worry their employers won’t allow them to isolate for two weeks. With so many people looking for work this could be absolutely disastrous. People returning from a well deserved holiday to find that they don’t have a job just devastating.

…… “we never consulted the authors”😂😂😂……………”

A spokesperson for Harry and Madam told Us Weekly on Saturday that the couple “were not interviewed and did not contribute to Finding Freedom. This book is based on the authors’ own experiences as members of the royal press corps and their own independent reporting.” If you believe for one fleeting second, you can insert another F word if you like I put that in there for you MM Anon, and I thought you might get a laugh out of that 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, that Madam had no input into this book I have a bridge in the middle of the Sahara desert that I want to sell you! To call themselves a journalist to call themselves a book come out and say this is only on their own recollection is a laughable! There is no way on this planet that Scooby Doo has been in her inner circle, closest to her for all this time and she put gave no input to what he was writing about her? If it is laughable, it’s laughable and it’s just, there’s no way that it’s true! I just simply don’t believe it! It is another one of her lies compounded on lies compounded on more lies compounded on a book full of lies compounded on a relationship full of lies, a child that was lied about, a pregnancy that was a lie, the engagement that was a lie, her whole life has been a lie. She doesn’t know the truth she has no idea what truth and authenticity is!

“it’s a gym Jim, but not as they row it”………… “

MM Anon, once again using the tried and true Star Trek metaphor, as shall heretofor be referred to as. 😁😁😁😁How is that for legal mumbo jumbo LEGAL ANON😁😁😁?? Gyms and swimming pools in England reopened today!!But this does not mean that all gyms have opened. No more dash in and out on your lunch break or a quickie after work, no, no, no. This must be planned like a keen covert ops!!!😁😁😁😁. Most gyms will request earlier arrival times and pre-booking. “We ask that new members arrive 15 minutes before the class start time, and regular customers arrive a couple of minutes before. They ideally want to allow class participants to fully exit the studio before the next class begins. Likely so they can sterilize the life out of the place after all that sweat! You’ll need to arrive in your gym clothes! As is the case with many clothing shops, some gyms are keeping their changing facilities closed to reduce the amount of time people spend in the facility. Lockers are likely to also be out of bounds to allow for distancing. El stinks for sure! DEFINITELY NO LUNCHTIME WORKOUTS PHEW🤢🤢🤢🥴🥴🥴! Kids I’m not making light of this at all I’m just trying to use a little humour into this ongoing situation that we’re all in.SAY WHAT😲😲😮😮😮😮😮🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 No more showering. Some gyms will also close their showers, while others will reduce the number that are open to allow for social distancing. Where possible, customers will instead be encouraged to wash at home after a workout session. PHEW!!Prepare to have your temperature checked. Many gyms may require clients to have their temperature taken at the door. You will also be asked to declare that they are feeling well before being allowed to enter the facility. Gyms are trialling a discreet thermo-scanner, which reads your temperature the minute you walk in the door. Gym equipment will be spread out. Once gyms reopen the number of machines that are available to use is likely to be reduced. They will be implementing one metre distancing between mats and planning the flow of the centres to ensure social distancing can be kept all at distance. Equipment will be spread out and user numbers will be monitored and limited to ensure safe distances are maintained.

GOOD GOLLY MISS MOLLY, PEOPLE ARE GOING TO CONTINUE WORKING OUT AT HOME RATHER THAN GO THROUGH THIS HASSLE IR SIMPKY NOT WORK OUT AT ALL!! PLUS YOU GET THE DELIGHT OF PAYING FIR THIS WONDERFGYM SERVICE.😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣

“coming for a swim”……………

See above, in the U.K. public pools reopened today. All social distancing applies. They have come up with the miraculous way to stop osmosis from happening!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂If you don’t know what I don’t know if that means I don’t know how I could begin to explain that joke and if you do want to know what osmosis means you’re probably belly laughing right now. Basically what it means as you know things travel through water if you’re in the water and you got some dead skin or a scam or something loose on your skin is kind of just float away along with every germ you’re carrying it’s going to flood the way to the next person. Mind you if they’re using chlorinated pools that’ll kill anything! The big thing now are these UV you VO what is that UV whatever other lady letter that I used to kill The germs in pools instead of using chemicals.

knock em for SIX……………

This is a Cricket term, also has become slang usage. It means to be completely devastated. It is the highest scoring action in the where the ball exits the circle without leaving the ground in Cricket. Slang usage ie I was knocked for six after l lost my job.

Cricket has resumed in the U.K. Now fans are allowed!! They, 1000!! are returning to the Oval for the Surrey vs Merseyside two day friendly! Wonderful for both the teams and the fans some sense of normalcy!

Four!!!…………… “

Fore is the golf term that means somebody shot a ball and watch your head basically. Four with three!!!‘s we had this before when you were teasing us of the baby Cambridge number four! I don’t know if I’m gonna fall for it this time as much as I want to! Three !!!, three children, four is number four on the way..? I so badly want to believe that!🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Reality bites and intervenes though. Premier Daniel Andrews issues desperate coronavirus plea to young people in Melbourne, revealing Victoria is ALREADY in stage four lockdown!! Premier Daniel Andrews says Melbourne is 'effectively’ in stage four lockdown.Victoria recorded another 459 cases on Sunday, along with 10 more deaths.Masks became mandatory across the city and Mitchell Shire on Thursday.The Premier issued harrowing plea to young Melburnians to take pandemic seriously. PLEASE HARKEN YOUNG ONES, YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE AND CAN SPREAD THE VIRUS🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻!

“jump Frankie”…………”

As per usual and MM Anon, you leave me one clue that makes me go Squirrley and I’m just going Squirrley Squirrley Squirrley! All I can find is something about a kid from a show called, The Middle, which I’ve never heard of and he’s jumping in and I don’t know what it doesn’t make sense. I highly doubt that you’re referring to some obscure American television show. I can’t find any high jumping athletes I cannae find nae the UK diver. I’m lost here. I am again thinking and searching and it’s probably obvious to those of you in the UK but I have no idea what this is.

Frankie is a male dog character who first appeared in JumpStart 1st Grade in 1995. He originally appeared mainly in products for first graders. Nowadays, he is the mascot of JumpStart and stars in games for a wide variety of ages.In JumpStart Around the World ,Frankie began wearing an outfit consisting of a blue collar red sweater with yellow trim, a V-neck, and the yellow letters “JS” on it. He continued to wear a similar outfit in other games released prior to and during the JumpStart Advanced series debut, though oftentimes the 'JS’ on his sweater was dropped. In the JumpStart Advanced series JumpStart All Starsfeature and title screens, Frankie wears a red shirt with blue stripes and yellow stars on it. Is this it? Are the Cambridge children using this to learn?? I have no doubt that I’m wrong but at least I found two interesting to interesting things to talk about anyways.

OK I was going to give it another 15 minutes before I gave up because I don’t get up and VoilaI found something about a chat named Frankie Detorri. He Is a horse jockey and has a signature move that he makes when he wins he jumps off the horse. We are you heard me right he jumped off the horse!Frankie’s flying on super Saturday! Dettori retains title as Royal Ascot’s top jockey with stunning 150-1 treble, including two Group Ones.

Dettori won the Queen Mary Stakes and then the Coronation Stakes. Ha persistence pays off oh I’m so happy! The treble was completed with Palace Pier in the St James’s Palace Stakes.The jockey moved onto 73 Royal Ascot winners - the same mark as Pat Eddery.

“it’s only to the Glen Sydney “ …………… “ it’s three miles sir” ……… “ get the bloody hamper” ……… “I’ll drive back sir” ………… “ not a bloody chance Sydney” ……… “ then I refuse sir” ……… “get your bloody arse in the LR” … “reluctantly sir “😱😱

I hear you have the humourous continuation of yesterday the disagreement between prince Philip and his dear man Sydney. Himself is trying to say it’s only a short drive but Sydney is saying it’s 3 miles Sir! Sounds like they’re going fishing or on a picnic and he’s telling him to get the hamper and Sydney wants as well I’ll drive back. And quite Himself saying no way and then he is Sydney is saying no way and himself is saying get your butt in the range rover or the lone ranger as he calling it end of dutiful Sydney says reluctantly with horror on his face I could just see and hear hear this ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha conversation!

GSTQAOBC

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72. July 27

MM ANON ………… BARC-ALONE-A……… no Transport home………on ya bike …………… obesities ………… floating for Vlad…………… Kim-jong-corona ………… Hurriicant ………… Moderna………Daisy down……… dog collar reunion …………………”more than kin and less than kind” ………… “ a three-pounder Sydney,the Gillie can smoke it” ………” Sydney, Sydney ……… SYDNEY???”

July 26/2020. Riddle #72.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈😊😊😊😊😊😊Thank you so much MM Anon, l am praying no clues will drive me Squirrley today!😂😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈 I must add, I thank you so much for all, the other month I said I want more Royal news in the riddle blah blah blah, but I truly am grateful that you’re including all this world news because I have, for my own mental health I have stopped basically stopped watching the news because it was really affecting me in a bad way. And a lot of the things here I didn’t know so I didn’t know about the hurricane I didn’t know about Russia I didn’t know but all these things so thank you so much for including them because even though I know these things take so much time to research and get the right information and put it in there the right way it’s just it’s just great thank you just my opinion !PG💜💜💜💜😁😁😁😁😁😁💜💜💜💜

BARC-ALONE-A………

All uppercase has a reason and it’s obvious spell obviously Barcelona who is alone in Barcelona?Going to leave that one for now. This makes me think of Manuel from FawltyTowers, or Flawty Woerts or Lawfty Swoert, if you watch the show, you get the joke ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha . I think this is referring to the coronavirus and the fact that millions potentially of UK citizens will be trapped alone in Spain and in Barcelona which is in Spain. More than 600,000 British holidaymakers in Spain are already grappling.The government suddenly pulled its air bridge with Spain with almost immediate effect this week following a spike of coronavirus cases in the country.The move, which came into effect from midnight yesterday, means anyone returning to Britain from Spain faces an automatic fortnight-long quarantine at home.The rules apply to all regions of Spain, including the Canary and Balearic islands - though politicians in the latter say they are attempting to thrash out a regional air bridge.

‘Fortunately I’m feeling OK’: Barcelona football legend Xavi announces he has tested positive for coronavirus with Spaniard set to miss Al Sadd’s game TODAY while he is self-isolating. Long-serving Barcelona icon Xavi revealed he tested positive for coronavirus.

Barcelona goes into ‘voluntary lockdown’: City’s 1.6m residents are urged to stay home and avoid groups of more than ten after spike in coronavirus cases.Regional government stopped short of imposing a mandatory lockdown.Authorities said requested measures were to avoid a mandatory lockdown.Barcelona residents told to shop online and only leave home when it’s essential. Please let us remember Ladykinrannoch’s son and his partner live in Barcelona and they have a business there let’s remember to pray for them.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

no Transport home………

Well it sounds like Ryan air is having lots of trouble and layoffs so that could impact many people.Europe It’s starting to cut off Spain in terms of travel because of the coronavirus has risen again and they are terrified of a second wave. Francis actively discourage not Francis Francis Francis the country France thank you, is actively discouraging its citizens not to travel to Catalonia or to Spain which is I guess I think due to this and Norway is also oh my gosh Norway is reimposing quarantine! Oh my stars! And British tourists are warned they’re Being given a warning that airbridges could be close without notice! So I have a feeling that people are going to be trapped where they are, some people ,not all people and it’ll be like the other ruling there yesterday that Dominic Rasb made that people have to go in quarantine as soon as they return to the UK and nobody knew that because it happened like a snap. We are far from done with this coronavirus kids and the sooner we accept that the better let’s all go out and buy some fancy masks. I bought myself a ordered online a number of them and I don’t wanna plug any company but I don’t know if you gals gals,how old am I, only getting us ladies haveThe lug purses they’re terribly popular with young mums I know my niece has about 15 of them are more anyways they’re they’re highly utilitarian but cute and they are water repellent and fluid repellent and they have now started making masks and they have an endless selection to choose from and they come in sets of three so I ordered my set the three for $30 and the I ordered the set I ordered because that was the only one that had a purple purple coloured mask with that I think a dragon fly……I AM MOTHER OF DRAGONS😁😁😁 RIGHT SANDIEDOG??😁😁😁on there anyways They haven’t come yet but they’re on their way to me but if you go to lug life dot ca life I’ll have to hand type that in anyways if you don’t know lug it it’s OK l don’t know if it’s allowed on Tumblr to do a website like that so will find out I guess if it gets posted but anyways just a thought I thought about how I need to have a water repellant mask because if it’s water repellant that maybe it’s fluid repellent so if someone spits at you like accidentally like with her but when they’re talking to you anyways I just thought they would be more protective plus they are awfully cute so I have ordered myself a collection of very pretty masks my sister’s got me a purple one and I ordered one from our local shopping centre or what am I talking about, the shopping channel, oh my stars my brain is wonky and you guys all get to come along with me ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha I love how this thing when I’m laughing listening type ha ha Ha ha ha I don’t I love you even more and I can’t stop myself oh no I don’t love you even more I love you more I said I love you even more I said l laugh LAUGH even more oh my goodness you guys are going to have a ball reading this.!.

on ya bike …………… obesities …………

I’m going to combine these two there’s a huge backlash and there’s been a couple articles that I read that mayor city con of London , Mayor Sadiq Khan of London, oh that won’t type so let’s I’ll have to do that my hand all the software is racist oh it’s racist it won’t type the name ha ha ha ha . The taxi drivers are especially ticked off about this. He is taking one lane of the already busy lanes of traffic in London and oh I don’t know how many miles I think 10 or 15 miles have already been done and I think there’s another equal amount being planned and they’ve been designated as bicycle lanes because he has this grand idea that people will cycle to work or cycle to downtown London and that way they can avoid using public transportation and less than their risk of coronavirus and basically that will drive the taxi drivers out of business and lessen the ability for disabled people to take the taxi because there are less places where they can pick up and drop off people because they cannot drive in those designated lanes. It’s really upset a lot of people. And in that with the obesity is that the stats are saying people with obesity and have a higher risk of dying from coal coronavirus. And the the p.m. forests and not evening Boris the Prime Minister Boris Johnson although he is in the evening as well I mean let’s face it that he lives both in the day and the night time as opposed to me, who seem to be sleeping during the day and a vampire oh. Anyhow he when he first started dating this Carrie Symonds, I think that’s howhow you spell her last name, she literally made him start eating well and exercise and he dropped a bunch of weight. And he said he’s dropped another was it 15 pounds or something since recovering from corona. So there’s been a lot of lots of talk about that as being a high risk factor in how the outcome is if you get coronavirus. And that simply because people who some people with obesity and have coexisting medical condition such as the hypertension and diabetes and that sort of thing, not everybody though some people are perfectly medically healthy and obese. Going to be really interesting I don’t know why I said that twiceGoing to be really interesting to see what happens with the gyms. With all the l mentioned at length last night or last night oh my goodness in the last riddle all the restrictions placed on the gym yet you have to come there ready to go early actually if you want, you can go back and read read yesterday’s riddle for all the details or Google it or whatever it’s all it’s gonna be really interesting because people have gotten used now either to a stopping working out which is a bad thing or working out at home and there’s so many great options now that you can use plus you don’t have to pay your gym fee so anyways it’s gonna be interesting to see what happens to yet another business as a result of coronavirus another change in our world. I realize that may be the longest run-on sentence in the in the world ever but it’s a longer sentence in those three travellers got for murdering that Police constable👮‍♀️ and I’m not joking! I know that’s not part of the clue but I’m just absolutely absolutely disgusted absolutely disgusted about that ruling by that judge I hope they appeal I hope the whoever has the power to appeal that decision because that is just disgusting what happened there!

floating for Vlad……………

Vladimir Putin has signed an order officially changing Russia’s constitution to allow him to stay in power until 2036!! Well isn’t that special that he’s able to do that wow in that supposedly a free country where they hold elections all the time isn’t that amazing can you hear the sarcasm?He signed the executive order Friday officially altering Russia’s constitution. His, oops l mean the new rules allow him to run for two more six-year terms, staying in power until 2036.I love that , you left in there that there’s two more elections , wow so he can run in an election two more times. Oh that’s great that he allowed the people the freedom of choice two more times! Vote for me or like the doctors who first started talking about coronavirus, you’ll accidentally fall from a window! Do you kids remember that? When the corona versus coronavirus not corona verse although it has become a universe of corona, that when the coronavirus first started appearing in Russia and doctors were sounding the alarm, I believe it was three doctors high ranking doctors that “fell” out of a high window and died. The changes are now in effect. This comes after Putin claimed victory in the vote which was widely thought to be rigged. I want to know many people died during that “ free election“. Yeah you’re not you’re not voting for him, you’re floating for him, if you speak your peace you sleep with the fishes like in the Godfather! Remember those two that were poisoned in what part of England was that. Can’t remember and then the 2people who found the perfume bottle that held the poison, oh I can’t even think about it it’s so terrible. How many Russians have sought asylum in the UK and ended up dying under mysterious circumstances. if you Google Russians found dead after the most recent election probably after every election there’s just all rules and oodles of articles and not just Russians in Russia Russians and New York Russians around the world anyways if you’re interested there’s lots of information there if you want to read it.

Kim-jong-corona …………

Well North Korea , KJU, and I guess The rumours of his death are premature, because there’s a new photo of him. And apparently they have their very first case of coronavirus and he’s declared a national emergency. I wonder how coronavirus got into North Korea might be there close relationship with China? I’m being sarcastic can you tell if my tone of voice? Someone suggested I do a podcast I think it would be hilarious if I only knew how to do that I would love to do a riddle on a podcast you could hear me doing this and you could hear my tone of voice and the sarcasm that is sometimes evidence often evidence! Not evidence evidence of a dent with a T. When the software gets mad at me it just shuts off when it won’t type the word that I’m saying it just stopped working it makes a ding and it stuck it’s like it has a temper tantrum , oh anyways you know I meant evidence and not evidence on it still think evidence with that stick with evidence let’s stick with that anyways. Do you think do you honestly believe in your heart of hearts with a close relationship that that Pyongyang has with China that this is their first case of coronavirus when the entire world has been in Fuego with this disease???? Raise your hand if you believe this isThe first case in North Korea raise your hand I’ll wait and then I’ll count your hands OK carry-on carry-on and counting and counting I don’t see any hands interesting. There’s no way that this is the first case of coronavirus in that country they are in bed with China like like let’s say Madam and any man on the planet that will have her that will pay her or rather that will pay her enough a ha ha ha ! So things must be pretty bad there for him to actually Go public about it! Not call public go public there we go! No wonder what’s going on there I want to how many people have died, have any people have been experimented on by the crazy government treatments experimental treatments etc. oh you need somebody to pray for pray for the poor people of North Korea those are brainwashed and those who are in work camps including probably some Canadians and some Americans for sure probably from other countries as well in the Commonwealth.

Hurriicant …………

This clue has two letters i’s and ends in t not e. Therefore means something more than just a hurricane. Hurry I can’t. That mean people weren’t able to evacuate in time. You know I used to say I wish we just had riddles again about the royal family. But you know MM Anon, I love that you were giving us all this world news because it’s so important and even though it takes a blank of a long time for me to research all this information, I’m well into two hours on the riddle now and I have a five clues to go, but I think it’s so important and I thank you for doing that. Hurricane Hanna roared ashore onto the Texas Gulf Coast on Saturday, bringing winds that lashed the shoreline with rain and storm surge, and even threatening to bring possible tornadoes to a part of the country trying to cope with a spike in coronavirus cases.The first hurricane of the 2020 Atlantic hurricane season made landfall at around 5 p.m. local time about 24 kilometres north of Port Mansfield, which is about 209 kilometres south of Corpus Christi and about 113 kilometres north of Brownsville. As of Saturday evening, it had maximum sustained winds of 145 km/h.

Many parts of Texas, including the area where Hanna came ashore, have been dealing with a surge in coronavirus cases in recent weeks, but local officials said they were prepared for whatever the storm might bring.(CBC) Southern Texas area struck hardest by coronavirus hit by Hurricane Hanna.

Texas officials grappling with the coronavirus are now working a second front after Hurricane Hanna made landfall on the southeastern part of the state Saturday evening and now threatens parts of the state with flooding.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Moderna………

Medina is a huge pharmaceutical corporation.Time is of the essence to provide a vaccine against this pandemic virus.

Moderna is proud to be among the many groups working to respond to this continuing global health emergency. They have outlined key milestones in their work to advance mRNA-1273, their vaccine candidate against the novel coronavirus, Covid-19. (Reuters) - Moderna Inc said on Sunday it has received an additional $472 million from the U.S. government’s Biomedical Advanced Research and Development Authority (BARDA) to support development of its novel coronavirus vaccine. Let’s pray🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 an effective vaccine comes sooner rather than later!

Daisy down………

Daisy Lowe, I’ve got Daisy down and Daisy done she got done by the law.She doesn’t waste any time! Daisy Lowe moves on with love interest number THREE in four months of lockdown as she is seen smooching a mystery man in a park PDA-fest.The model, 31, was pictured passionately kissing the handsome man just a month after she was linked to musician Christian Langdon. Daisy stepped out with Christian in June despite being under government-ordered lockdown for 10 weeks.A spokesperson for Daisy told MailOnline she and Christian were just friends, despite their cosy display during lockdown.The model dated singer Jack Peñate for six months, until March, but said she 'could not see a future with him.

Daisy Lowe risks being BANNED from driving and a £1,000 fine as she is caught texting behind the wheel while driving past the British Transport Police station.The model, 31, was seen looking down at her phone as she waited at traffic lights outside the British Transport Police station. It is illegal to hold a phone while driving and the law still applies if someone is stopped at traffic lights or waiting in traffic .Daisy, who is the daughter of singer Gavin Rossdale, (OF THE 90’s SUPERBAND , BUSH, I LOVED THEM!!! ALSO WAS MARRIED TO GWEN STEFANI NOW WITH BLAKE SHELTON, JUST TO HELP YOU KIDS OUT KNOWING WHO THIS IS).let both hands go of the wheel while she was stopped and checked her phone.According to gov.uk, people can get six penalty points as well as a £200 fine if they use a hand held phone while driving .Those who commit the offense can also be taken to court where they could potentially be banned from driving or face a £1,000 fine. Yes I’m sure £1000 fine will bankrupt her indeed not!(DM and me😁)

dog collar reunion …………………”

With the exception of I think two or three clues I’ve had to research my butt off to find this information. And you always leave me with one clue that makes me Squirrley! Now I know a dog colour is a slang name Ashley’s dog tags that are a slang name for what the military people wear around their neck their identification. So I’ve been googling every sort of reunion of every dog in soldier I can’t find anything this is a dog collar so dog collar I mean a collar is a slang term for an arrest. What to the dog do you do reunite oh I’m stuck here I truly am stuck here. but I never give up and I’m pretty sure I have found what this clue is about.

Pet dog named, Appy that went missing a YEAR ago is miraculously found 150km from home and reunited with his owners this week!☺️☺️☺️😊😊The Border collie named Appy is reunited with family 12 months after going missing.Appy disappeared from Adelaide in 2019 before turning up again this week.The beloved dog was found by a council officer 150km north of his home.How the dog managed to make the 150km trip or how he survived for the past year remain a mystery. How is that for a feel-good story with amongst all the world news! Thank you for including that even if it’s the wrong answer I’m just happy I found that story I love border collies friend of mine used to have one but he probably still does and his name is Guinness and I love that dog oh I love that dog oh so nice.

“more than kin and less than kind” …………

Oh at last we return to the Bard! This is from Hamlet. “A little more than kin, and less than kind”. Prince Hamlet’s father was murdered by his brother and he married Hamlet’s mother, your usual Shakespearean tragedy. This is Hamlet’s assessment of his relationship to the new king of Denmark, his uncle Claudius. Hamlet thoughts of Claudius are he is more than “kin” (more than a “cousin” because now a stepfather), but definitely less than “kind.” With all that’s been going on in the media with this new this ‘ book’ trash that’s being portrayed yesterday’s daily mail the entire website was full of articles. I’m not sure what your meaning by this, Harry is kin but he’s not being kind? I fully believe in Harry 100% that he’s been entrapped in this and he’s been working on behalf of her Majesty to extricate them from this horrendous situation. The obvious meaning to me, because I 100% believe in Prince Harry is that even though he is married to Madam, the word kind, one of her is he kind is he kind is he kind is he kind I’m saying that in the most childish sarcastic voice you could imagine. Even though they’re married publicly anyways, I don’t know if the divorce or an annulment has come through ,we don’t know that. As far as the public since you’re in the married and she is anything but kind and never has been , this whole book and everything she’s doing the entire time is belittling him and of course he’s having to go along with it in the public because the royal family is playing the long game. They are dealing with much more than just Madam, they’re dealing with The backers. As we know this is not a small plot to take down the monarchy this is the world issue. And as London scoop said it will involve a major case overturned in the United States and it will affect or involve the entire world, but mostly the UK the United States and Australia. Well you put that together, who lives in Australia that is playing this game? I’ll give you three hints VRG! What case legal case in the United States has been overturned? I’ll give you two hints JE! What legal case involving the UK is now underway in the United States? I’ll give you two hints GM!. It is vital now that we continue to pray for our Queen the entire family and especially Prince Harry.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

“ a three-pounder Sydney,the Gillie can smoke it” ………” Sydney, Sydney ……… SYDNEY???”

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha OK kids can you picture this oh me in my head right now picture himself standing in his waders up to his chest Fly fishing with Sydney standing by holding him up also wearing waders maybe not holding him up but being there last he fall in the middle of the river ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha ha ha.

If you know anything about flyfishing that is a place for flyfishing and you got to be in the middle of the river to do flyfishing and of course you don’t want to get wet so you got to wear your waders your rubber thing that you just step into they go all the way up to your chest and the straps over. hence the term so you can wade into the water. i’m not quite sure how old Sydney is but I can’t imagine he is the a young man of 25. I’m still laughing anyhow sounds like her himself vantage to bag a nice fish and Himself says the Gillies can smoke it. Well we all know the Gillies are the fisherman there , they give lessons or t help. Every year there’s a Gillies ball , which I doubt this year will happen , where the Gillies get up just up in their finest of their kilts and they have a ball at Balmoral. Some of the pictures from the past are just beautiful and they all get a dance with HMTQ. I’m not sure what’s happened to prior to poor Sydney but I have a feeling that he’s got lost in the water and being rushed down the river poor poor Sydney ha ha ha ha ha ha!

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73. July 27

MM ANON:…… arrivals !!…………… HMTQ, “ ego lava manus meas”……………” you bloody talk to them”……………Kate cry’s lies………… lying interview……… O ‘no!! …………… one man and his dog…………… a foggy moggy……… “ let’s go shooting Sydney “………… “ with guns sir” ……… “ lots of bloody guns” ……………” O dear”

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July 27/2020. Riddle #73

💜💜💜 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊😊🌈🌈🌈🌈Thank you MM Anon🌈🌈🌈🌈💜💜💜

I am using rainbows because for a very specific reason because I think we are very near the end of our dear Prince Harry being released from the abomination this hell he’s been through!

arrivals !!

Well let’s see now this could be at the airport because of the air bridge problem with the rise in coronavirus and possible UK tourist being stranded. Two!‘s. Arrivals arrivals makes me think of a new baby. I know Vogue Williams, Pippa’s sister-in-law is very very pregnant with her girl with a girl rather and I know Sophie Turner is pregnant and I do believe they both had their little baby so I’m just gonna do a little jig over to the daily mail and a check that out for you I will be back in uno moments! Vogue Williams has been pictured with her baby girl for the first time since she gave birth last week.The model and TV personality, 34, was seen running errands with her newborn in London on Monday, five days after welcoming her second child with husband Spencer Matthews, 31, into the world. The new mother-of-two looked glamorous in a short black dress and leather lace-up boots as she loaded her daughter’s pram into the back of a taxi. Baby number one check mark ✅.Sophie Turner gives birth! Game Of Thrones star welcomes a ‘girl named Willa’ with husband Joe Jonas as proud new parents reveal they’re ‘delighted’. Just in case you’re keeping score Joe Jonas is the brother to the chat that Priyanka Chopra married. Man this is a small world that these people travelling wowza! The actress, 24, and the musician, 30, welcomed their first child in secret last week at a hospital in Los Angeles.The couple are now proud parents to a baby girl who is believed to be named Willa.News that the couple were expecting their first child together broke in February, nine months after their Vegas wedding. Arrival number to check mark ✅ two!‘s Two babies!!

HMTQ, “ ego lava manus meas”

I wash my hands of this! Her Majesty has given the go ahead and I think we can expect any day now any moment now a big headline!!! Hallelujah this is exciting!! Like in the olden days when they used to have the ,oh what’s it called ,when the guys on the horses went with those long lances on either side what the heck is that sport called ,back in the olden times oh what’s it called? I got to Google,hang on, I’ll be back. OK I’m back it’s jousting. And how they used to do it was the king and the royals would be all ,or the queen ,but it was always a king will be sitting in the royal box of course having front centre stage. They would drop a hankerchief and that’s when the two riders would start riding towards each other and trying kill each other with those big poles or whatever they call them lances. I’m not even sure what they were called. I wasn’t alive during the mediaeval times.OK kids I’m old and I’m gonna be 54 in a few days, but I was not alive during the mediaeval times, even though you might think so because I do have a lot of knowledge but I am that that’s not because I lived lived back thenHa ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha. Oh kids I love this thing to type ha ha Ha ha ha LOL and then I laughed even harder and I have to just stop I have to shut it off oh this is so funny oh man so too funny.Back to the serious I do believe her Majesty the Queen has officially dropped the handkerchief Lord Geidt has been given permission to release the hounds. She has done everything she can and she’s done with things. Now off on vacation and let the you know what hit the fan, which is actually really is with this book, but she will play her hand and she has washed her hands! Per the Latin clue! she’s usually good ,good handwashing skills during the coronavirus definitely end in Latin thank you for that MM Anon,they should write that in Latin too and in addition to English wash your hands social distanceHa ha ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha. Oh kids forgive me I’m just like I am having way too much fun doing these riddles in the audio format because I feel like I’m talking to each and everyone of you personally and I know that you’re fixated on my words and my facial expression, on the tone of my voice and as you read it you’re trying to imagine all of that. I’m doing my best trying my best to to make this the best experience for you all while solving these clues that again was a very long sentence but that’s OK that’s what I’m known for. I hope Madamgets a long sentence all in favour is your hand oh wow everybody’s hand just went up before almost before I finish my sentence good job kids!

“you bloody talk to them”……………

Well this is got to be Himself. I wonder if this is not meaning that Prince Harry should talk to the media. that he should announce separation or something like that. Seems to me that there would be a statement released if they were separated rather than him going public with the media. I’m thinking hard. The other way I’m going to go with, now this is something that some people will not like, this so this is not personal against anybody.OK I want to make that clear with what I’m about to say! I think this might be Prince Philip taking a hard talk with Prince Andrew and basically ordering him to talk to the FBI and law-enforcement regarding what he knows and what he doesn’t know. To be questioned and provide answers accordingly. I’m pretty sure that’s what this is. Again this is nothing personal please I love the Yorks I love the girls please please no one take this personally!

Kate cry’s lies…………

There was an article in the daily mail today from insiders and courtiers That actively denied that Madam made Catherine cried you’re in the way the fittings for the dresses for the wedding. If truth be told there was all that arrangement was done within two weeks the men’s suits the boys is rather the dresses for the girls they were all a rush job within two weeks.. There’s nothing that could make Catherine cry involving Madam just another one of her lies that she’s put out into the PR world. When she just love to have that much power over her wouldn’t she just love it oh man that would just fit her narcissistic ego publicly telling people she made Catherine cry how pathetic!

lying interview………

Surely this is not referring to the engagement interview that was years ago. Ever since everything Madam has said has been a lie. might this be Scooby Doo and who are you whatever that lady’s name is Durand I am stating they had corroborated at least every fact in the book with at least two sources and lying about that. Unusual this though usually when a book comes out the authors go on tour but so far I’ve not heard of anything happening like that. Just one side of the story? Royal expert says it’s clear Finding Freedom authors have spoken to people 'close’ to Harry and Madam as couple deny involvement in book that airs their grievances - and 'backs up what’s already been said’. Don’t believe that for a minute Harry had nothing to do with this book other than his reputation being dragged through the mud and his name being used in vain! The Duke and Duchess of Sussex last night stressed they did not contribute to the forthcoming biography. Oh I hate that they use that title they the duke of Sussex stressed nothing it is that sea hags PRPR did that stressing nothing to do with him nothing to do with him at all!Author Omid Scobie confirmed neither he nor co-writer Carolyn Durand have spoken to the royal pair. But he boasted of access to their inner circle to offer readers a unique insight into the Megxit saga. Maybe he can swing those inner circle access into being incarcerated, he could be cell buddies😄😁😁😁😁Royal historian Kate Williams said their closest confidantes ‘clearly’ spoke to “writers” of this “ book”! Well since Madam’s favourite people are her herself and when you say me myself and I except I’m pretending to be her. Those are her favourite people so those might be the sources. I could see that I could totally see 🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄that that being three separate sources yes and then there could be the duchess, the actress, the theatre 🎭 patron,the video star, the whatever that’s many many different people to interview. Wow that’s amazing that I can see that now, 😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 no she had nothing to do with it look at this now let me count this up. By my math that’s six sources so I can totally totally understand! 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄Can you guys hear this sickening crying sarcasm in my voice as I said that I wish you could because I said that as sarcastically as I’ve ever said anything in my life!!🙄🙄🙄😝😝😝😁😁😁

O ‘no!! ……………

Oh my heart bleeds for her not!! I never ever ever liked her haughtyI know everything and I’m going to tell you how to live your life approach to it whether it was her show, tv channel or her stinking magazine! OW’s, AKA ALLEGED BACKER, monthly magazine founded 20 years ago will cease printing after its December 2020 issue, according to reports. Oh doesn’t your heart just bleed for the billionaire?? Mine sure doesn’t! Although I do feel for all the people losing their jobs that I do feel for. The staff of O: The Oprah Magazine, which was created by Winfrey and Hearst Communications, was informed of the decision on Friday.The report came the day after the president of Hearst Magazines, which publishes the magazine, resigned after being accused of sexual harassment. Why does everything have to come down to perverse sexual behaviour? Everything, it’s just it just has seeped into every nook and cranny and that’s the way evil is, it will find its way in through the smallest weakest spaces.Which is precisely why we must be ever ever on guard, always on guard lest evil enter.

one man and his dog……………

So it was in the beginning, so it has been throughout, and so it continues now, Harry has been at Nottingham Cottage with his dog whose name none of us know because he doesn’t want Madam to know! Madam has been dealt with, she is done, she did her own self in with this book,she is gone and things are official! Harry is back in the fold, with his dog, where he belongs, back where we wanted him and soon it will be public very very soon. I’m not giving a day or time but l am saying imminently! Trust me on this if you’ve ever trusted me before I’ve done probably now this is 73 probably close to 300 riddles and the way I’m reading these clues I’m pretty sure I’m right!

a foggy moggy………

Now I know a moggy is a cat. Foggy can mean foggy as in weather or foggy in a persons thinking. there’s an article in the daily mail I’m good I just put it here. But I don’t know if that’s right because the other clues are so serious and I don’t I mean cats aren’t great, they’re awesome they’re really awesome but I don’t know if this is right. 😁DM.No fat cats here! This Moggy loves to lie on his owner’s vibrating fitness plate - with hilarious results. Cyacya the cat was filmed by his owner rocking up and down on the machine. The owner Asami Niwa said the cat had learned to turn it on himself in Tokyo, Japan.Footage shows the cat rolling around on the machine for a full-body massage.DM😁 But this makes no sense with all these other clues that are so serious this makes no sense that there would be a clue in here just about a cat using an exercise machine. It’s got to be something else on my mind is just thinking thinking thinking and as I always say there’s always always a clue or two that drive me Squirrley and a couple have already been this riddle entire riddle has about four or five of them and I’ve managed to crack two of them and I am not going to stop until I get there with what I think is the proper answer. I have it now I have it now and if you kids go to the daily mail you got to see this video this is unbelievable.

DM😁Feline scared? Spooky moment security camera shows moggy being followed by a 'phantom cat’.Juliette Bird, 53, and Deanna Crawte, 28, saw the 'ghost’ of a cat on their CCTV. Neighbour’s cat Topsy appeared to have a spectral feline following close behind.Their neighbour then told them that her other cat Liquorice had died recently. Seriously on the video you see the cat walking and you can see like a ghostly foggy image of a cat behind right behind him on the CCTV footage it is freaky I’m gonna see if I can put the link in here if F what’s this called Tumblr will will let it go allow it anyways if not go to the daily mail because it is absolutely freaky and it is a foggy moggy.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8549355/Feline-scared-Spooky-moment-security-camera-shows-moggy-followed-phantom-cat.html?ns_mchannel=rss&ns_campaign=1490&ito=1490

“ let’s go shooting Sydney “………… “ with guns sir” ……… “ lots of bloody guns” ……………” O dear”

Oh I’m already in stitches raining this oh Prince Philip wants to go shooting Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! Picture this they’re all kitted out in their flannel, in their leather and all that cute stuff that they were up in 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿. Sydney, poor Sydney , poor Sydney, Poor Sydney is asking with guns Sir, like with actual guns sir? As he’s asking this, he’s thinking of 1 million places where he can hide all the guns and 1 million excuses to give that would be excepted by Himself,ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂.Himself replies,so you can read the reply,as many as possible, poor Sydney is trembling absolutely travelling is terrified I can just see this in my mind ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha .🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

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Summary:

Sydney is a young fashion designer who is working as an assistant for a stylist and a professional shopper. On any normal given work day, she spends her shift helping her boss by shopping for Beverly Hills richest bachelors or bachelorettes. But, on this particular day, Sydney's boss gets a call to go on a run for someone unheard of. A new client or someone else? It's not until she shows up to drop off the clothes seeing exactly who the person was and why they used an alias, landing her a job with the one and only, Harry Styles. Being an avid 1D fan, can she keep the fangirling to the side and keep her focus solely on the job? Can she fight the will to mix business with pleasure? Find out in "Falling For Style".

CHAPTER 1:

"Can you speed walk? Quickly!"

She can't be serious. Surely she's not taking back to back shopping list orders again.

"We have another order due at 11am!"

No surprise there. That's Alice. She's my boss. One of the most frequent professional shoppers here in the Los Angeles area. We spend most of our time taking orders from old geezers who are perfectly capable of shopping for themselves. But can I really complain when they're the reason I have a job?

"SYDNEY!"

"I'm COMING!"

Yes, that's me: i'm Sydney and this is my life! What I probably should have further explained is that I am Alice's assistant. So, while the orders come in for all of the shopping that we have to do, she prints me off the list, I take the keys and I go about my marry way, shopping for Beverly Hills finest people. As much as I would love to say I hate this job, it does have it's perks.

Sometimes, I get paid huge tips; especially from people like Mr. Bugetti who tips me $100 for every time I bring him a new suit. Or how about Rose? The lovely lady who can't seem to stay away from any lavender dress on the planet. However, she never tips me in money but she has phenomenal banana bread and I get a loaf every time.

Another perk to this job is that if someone doesn't like how they look in a piece of clothing, I get to take it home! Does that necessarily mean that I will get to fit into it? No, but I have friends who might be able to and who doesn't love free clothes? I know I do!

As I approached the counter, I took a deep breath, knowing I was about to be given another run for my money but I was going to make it count because it was my last run before finally going on lunch.

"Hit me." I tell her, leaning over to read over this list.

"So, this one is for someone we've never shopped for before." Alice said as she handed it over.

"Hector Sears?" I asked, raising a brow as I looked at the list. "Particularly white Vans, Calvin Klein's white and yellow pinstripe pants, a white newsboy hat, and a vintage white t-shirt-- I'm sorry. Does this guy know this is a recipe for disaster?"

"Now, Sydney, you know we do not judge our clients. I really need you to make a good impression so that he keeps us around."

I sighed, knowing that I would not be able to keep the judgement out of my face but I did my best to fake a smile.

"As you wish!" I assured her, taking the list and heading right back out of the door I had originally come in.

Thankfully, the stores I was shopping in were back to back and all located at the local strip mall just half a mile up the street from the office. My only fear was: what do we do if they don't have these particular items? On the list, it specifically said not to substitute for anything. So, you already know my anxiety was pretty high. I didn't even know who this guy was and he already sounded like a pill. But, it as time I make the most of it.

Getting out of the car, I made my way right into the Vans store and smiled at the cashier, approaching her so I wouldn't have to do the digging myself.

"Hi! Sorry to bother you, but can you tell me where I can find a size 10 in mens, pure white Vans?"

"Are you here for Hector Sears?" She asked, a light in her eyes.

I frowned. How the hell did she know that?

"Yes? Why?"

Laughter poured from her mouth because she could see how confused I was and I only knew to squint at this reaction.

"Sorry, I can tell you're confused. He called ahead."

"Ah!" I said, nodding and giving a partial smile, not understanding what the hell was so funny but I wasn't going to show that in my face. "Well, if you could just grab those for me? I have to drop them off by 11."

"Of course! Just give me a few minutes! I'll be right out!"

I nodded, taking a deep breath as I wondered if every stop would be like this. It was kind of nice, not having to search for the items myself. It saved time and it would help to get the job done a hell of a lot faster. Maybe this guy wasn't such a pill after all.

"Here you go!" She said, handing me the bag and I quickly gave her the company card to pay for them.

"I hate to ask but are you familiar with this name?" I asked. "It's just, he's a first time client for us; kind of trying to feel him out and see how his attitude is like."

She shook her head. "Not that I know of, but it's possible others have worked with him before."

"Thanks." I said, smiling and taking my card back. Interesting to think that maybe he wasn't that frequent.

You're probably wondering why I asked such a specific question but truth is because most of our clients are well known by the places they shop because they made appearances long before we would do it for them. However, I can't argue that Vans is a popular brand and this person has probably visited at least five different locations so, I'm not sure why I expected much.

Moving on to the next few stores, just as I thought, Mr. Sears had already called ahead, making my job ten times easier than most runs. It was simple: I'd say his name, they'd grab his order from the back, I'd pay and leave. I'm sure Alice will be appreciative of this and maybe I could pitch this as an idea to her to make errands run a little smoother; but knowing her, she won't budge. Now all there was left to do was to drop the clothes off.

The address that was given to me was in a familiar spot but it wasn't in the usual spot of where we normally drop off clothes. On a normal basis, we would drop off clothes to huge mansions the size of a mountain, but this particular street didn't have houses like that. The houses on this street were nice but they were much smaller, and to be quite frank, not anywhere I'd expect someone rich to live. But, who am I to judge? Like Alice said, I need to make a good first impression. So, that's exactly what I am going to do.

After about 15 minutes worth of driving, I finally pulled up to the house and just as I thought, it was nice but quite small! However, it had some pretty cool features and I could definitely see how someone rich could live here. There was a balcony practically the whole way around the house, and I'm almost positive it had a pool. But, now was not the time to scope the place out. I just needed to drop off the clothes so I could leave and go grab my lunch.

Upon approaching the door, I wasn't sure if anyone would actually be home. It was so silent and the only sounds filling the air were the sweet nothings of wind chimes and the ocean breeze. It almost felt like an awkward silence as my heels clicked across the porch, leading to the door way. Grabbing the door handle, I gave the door three knocks and one touch of the doorbell.

"H-Hello?" I called out, waiting to see if anyone was home.

"One minute!" I heard someone say. It seemed a little distant and it almost sounded as though there was a bit of an accent but I wasn't going to think anything of it because this is California: no surprise.

As I heard the door getting unlocked, I took a step back so I wouldn't be right in the person's face as they answered.

"Hi, I'm here for a Hec-" I paused. The person that was coming out of the doorway was by no means a Hector Sears. He stood there, gym shorts, nike shoes, and a tight white t-shirt with brown locks just taking over his head. He looked just like I had always seen him in magazines; but this time, this wasn't a photo op.

"You're....not Hector." I spit out.

"You're right, I'm not." He chuckled. "M'Harry! Lovely to meet you."

Offering his hand, I felt dumb as I glanced at it and then back up to his face before hesitantly offering my hand over and shaking it slowly.

"I'm uh... Sydney. D-Does a Hector live here?" I managed to ask.

"Mm'no. It's just me! I mean, I have a few roommates but none are Hector. I'm Hector."

I nodded. "Wow."

Another chuckle passed his lips. "I'm sorry to have startled you! I just knew that had I used my real name, it could have easily gotten me into quite a bit of trouble, you know?"

"I mean, yeah! You're Harry Styles for Christ's sake." I blurpped out, gasping at how rude that may have sounded. "I'm so sorry. It's just...kind of been a fan of yours for like...10 years almost? And never in my wildest dreams would I ever expect to stumble upon you, let alone, your house to drop off your clothing order."

Harry rocked back on his heels. "Yeah, that's essentially why I used an alias. I don't need people to really know where I'm living and hopefully, it won't get out!" He smirked, a playful brow rising on his forehead.

"Oh, nonononono. We have a very strict policy that all clients information remains confidential." I assured him and then handed him his bags.

"Well, I appreciate it!" He smiled, taking the bags from me and signing off on his receipt. "Um, before you go, are you busy?"

I frowned. Surely Harry Styles isn't asking me if i'm busy, right? There's no way.

"Uh, I, No! I was just about to go on my lunch break, actually!"

Harry Nodded. "Well, if you don't mind, I would like to take you for lunch as a way of thanking you for your services."

No...this is a real ass hoax.

"Oh, you really don't have to--"

"No, I insist!" He smiled, shutting his door behind him and locking it. "I have been stuck in this house since this morning working on music and going through meetings. It's about time I grab myself a bite too. Please, join me."

Alice's rule was to make a good impression. If turning Harry down meant ruining that for us, then that would be a bad idea right?

"O-okay!" I said to him but this would be the ONLY TIME I would agree to this.

Needless to say, I'm 100 percent scared but I'm ready for whatever this lunch, and time, with Harry might bring me.

**Did i really just write my very first chapter to a Harry Styles fanfiction? Yeah, I did and we're not gonna talk about it because I'm stuck in quarantine and need an escape! lol. I hope you all liked it. Please rate, comment, and tell me your thoughts! I need to know so I know your thoughts! Much love to you all!**

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #hs #harry fanfic #fine line #tpwk #did i really just post this?#i guess so #go easy on me folks #hsff

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the-queer-look · 5 years

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The bonds that tie

No one is ever late to finding out their sexuality. No one is ever late with coming out. Everything takes time, and for some people that takes longer than others. Cultural and social circumstances can have a huge effect on how and when we begin to understand and accept ourselves, and in some parts of the world, that can have a deeply negative impact on our sense of self worth. Nevertheless, being true to ones self leads to deeper, more positive connections with those around you.

- K

Name: Jacob

age: 32

occupation: Refugee Assistance

Location: Liverpool

Gender: Male

sexuality: Gay

My name is Jacob, Im 32 years old, Australian, from an Iraqi background, with Assyrian nationality, and I am a gay man. I like to think of myself as a very easy going guy, although a lot of people seem to misunderstand my personality and think of me as a snob, or make a point of saying how I am very quite. I think that is because I am generally a shy person, largely because of being self conscious about my accent, I’m worried about saying something wrong, or not speaking fast enough. I always need to translate what I want to say into english in my head before actually saying it. I’ve always had a love of helping people, which is why I work for a government program designed to assist refugees secure housing and establish their first initial accomodation in Australia, which I’ve been working in for the past five years. My initial degree was in IT, which I gained back in Iraq, but once I finished my degree I realised that I wasnt very passionate about coding and working with computers, I just did the degree to satisfy my parents, so I worked with a newspaper and became a journalist until I left Iraq in 2010. I lived in Istanbul for a couple of years before moving to Australia as a part of my journey as an asylum seeker. I’ve been in Australia for about 6 years.

Upon moving to Australia it was very challenging to find work as a journalist, with English being my fifth language, and the competition for journalism jobs in Australia being so high, so I began assisting people who’d gone through my own journey, first as an interpreter, and then moving into community services and case management, and I’ve now done a diploma in social housing as well, and currently completing studies in social work with the University of Western Sydney, hopefully next year.

I think I realised that I was attracted to men when I was about 14 or 15 years of age, but because back then in Iraq there wasnt any access to the internet, nor anyone that you could really come out to and talk with about it, I felt extremely abnormal. I thought that it was just me, and that I was different to everyone else, it was at a time when all of my peers had girlfriends, and thinking about getting married and stuff. I met my first girlfriend when I was 17, and fell in love for the first time when I was 21 back in ui with one of my classmates, but of course that didnt last. I always felt like I was going down the wrong path, because even though I was dating women like I “should”, I still felt attracted to guys. Eventually I got the chance to speak to people through the internet, and found out what being gay was, and realised that I wasn’t an aberration. It gave me the tools to discover who I truly am. I dated my first guy when I was 24, which was when I was able to accept it, and I’ve identified as gay since then.

I did feel very strongly that I didnt belong in the society over there, with LGBTQIA+ people not being talked about at all, and such a religious culture which openly hated gay people… Growing up in a muslim society was very challenging, as the only Catholic guy in primary and middle school, with a western name as well, it didnt make it any easier to come to terms with my sexual orientation. I was bullied quite a lot for the way I dressed and acted, for not having a girlfriend etc. And that challenge moved to my home, the struggle about how to let my family accept me, the isolation that you feel as you build up to coming out to your family… Being gay, and the youngest in the family, in a very religious, Catholic family was not the easiest.

Eventually, even after moving out with friends after graduation, I was still very close with my family and dreaded the idea of coming out to them, and the possible disconnect from those family ties. Because I couldnt think of anything worse than not being able to see my nephews and nieces, of spending time with my parents. But eventually I had to be selfish for once, and I came out to them in August 2018. It was really hard for them in the beginning, they were really shocked, but we had a serious chat a few days later. I just realised, they always knew but they kind of denied within themselves, because of them… I looked different to any other gay guy that they knew of… I didnt fit those stereotypes that they thought of. I just did my best to educate them and make them believe it. At the beginning they were saying “You’re only saying that because you dont want to get married” and all this kind of stuff. I had to give them examples of people that I’d introduced them to and tell them that they were actually past boyfriends for them to accept the fact that I’m actually a gay guy.

They were expecting, even though we live in Australia now, that coming out to everyone would get me fired, or beaten up at work. They had no idea about the anti-discrimination laws in Australia, they even asked me about whether there was any sort of gay community in Sydney. Obviously it was a bit much for them, they offered me church conversion therapies, they offered me medications, they asked me to go on a blind date with a girl that might change my mind, but obviously none of those were options. I’ve asked them to accept who I am, and if not then they can continue their lives without me in it. But it didnt actually take any longer than two weeks before they started inviting me to family gatherings again, and our relationship now is even closer than what it was before. I’m so much more comfortable being myself around them, I dont feel like I have to hide myself, and pretend to be straight anymore that I used to do before. My whole family is so much closer now and I’m very grateful.

For my fmily I’ve always been the rebel. I was the first to move out of home, even though I’m the youngest. All of my brothers were getting engaged and married and still living with my parents. I moved out when I finished my studies, and everyone was against it. There’s this stigma in middle eastern culture that a young man should not move out of his family home before he gets married, because that will ruin his reputation and morals, and will have temptation to do bad things. There’ve always been comments about the way I dress, because my fashion choices were not very accepted, I followed the western singers on TV and stuff. And when I had my first piercing, an eyebrow piercing when I was 24, my family didnt talk to me for about two weeks because they thought it was too gay… surprise! It got even worse when I got my first tattoo, my friends would say to me “you look like a homeless person” “you look like you have no morals” etc, etc. When I got my ears pierced, they started saying that “you look like a faggot” which was really harsh. But I’ve always wanted to do what represents me, not to follow a group f people or act like someone else. I want to present myself in a way that represents myself, and I have always felt free to change my looks or the way I dress.

Things have definitely changed about the way I dress and act since I came out. I feel like I’m out of my shell, especially at work, I no longer feel the need to try to blend in anymore. Luckily the diversity at my work is very broad, so looking different isn’t a big deal. So far out of nearly 50 staff, I’m the only that is openly gay, which means of course I was picked by the inclusion co-ordinator to become the LGBTQIA+ champion fo the office, so staff could approach me to ask for resources and assistance when they have clients in the LGBTQIA+ community. And now I have the pride flag on my desk and people get shocked when they see it, and I can almost see the question marks appearing over their head as they stand there. But yes, I am definitely more comfortable being myself at work, that comfort in being who I am has helped my relationship with my managers because it’s like being a bird, and you finally learn how to fly, that’s how it feels for me to be out.

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doraspenlow · 5 years

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ok it’s clown movie fanfic time

We Go On

(you can read on ao3 here)

It’s been three years now and Derry, Maine is a nice town, anybody will tell you that. There’s been a little boom of people moving in, who knows why– getting away from the city, enjoy the suburbs, commuting in to work. It’s a nice town. The people are nice too. There were some… incidents, quite recently actually, but who wants to talk about that. So some madman who once killed his father busted out and killed some kids. Well, he died. (The cops never found out what happened to Henry Bowers, his skull split open, but they weren’t investigating too hard). So that one poor man got thrown off a bridge. The town had a nice little candlelight vigil. It made the local news, and those boys all went to juvie. Nobody talks about these things anymore. Sometimes it’s as if they’ve forgotten entirely. It’s a nice town. Sure thing.

(The five of them will never, ever go back.)

Bill’s new book is coming out, finally, and the preorder numbers are higher than they’ve ever been. The New York Times gave the ARC the best review they’ve ever bestowed upon him. Something about “fundamental humanity in the face of terror”. Something about “the agonies and joys of growing up and facing your childhood”. They still think the ending is shit. That’s alright. Can’t win ‘em all. Anyways, he doesn’t love the ending either.

He and Audra got divorced– a month after the movie project he’d split from came out. The critics loved the movie. (Loved the ending especially, though it’s not his ending, it’s the work of some guy they yanked out of nowhere to ‘fix things up’). Everybody said the director’s an auteur, Audra’s a genius, that if the academy didn’t hate horror it’d get nominations for sure. All the buzz drove him crazy while he meddled around in his office. He screamed once too often. She left him. It’s probably a good thing– he didn’t know how to cut the chain. Three years later and she’s doing prestige stuff now, she’s engaged to that pretty boy actor boyfriend of hers. He’s happy for her. He really is.

He’s left California for Oregon. It’s cool, northern, but with a touch of that west coast freshness. Everything back east is so old. He doesn’t date, he’s taking time to “work on Bill” as he tells any interviewer who asks. One day he might try again– find some nice woman. A blonde or a brunette. Somebody who doesn’t remind him of anybody.

Richie’s still in LA, and he’s started dating, really dating, for the first time in his life. There were some half hearted attempts at having girlfriends in college, and a few hookups with men here and there, but he’s never done the whole romance thing. He feels awful pathetic, dating for the first time in his life at over forty, but it’s alright. The men he’s gone out with have been very understanding. This latest one’s real nice– a clever, tidy sort of guy, doesn’t care for stand up and had never heard of him before a mutual friend introduced them. They’ve been going for a month maybe. He doesn’t think the guy’ll last, but he’s hopeful someday someone will.

He took a long break, after Derry. An unexpected and abrupt hiatus. There were a few months were he wanted to die, a few months after that where he went to a lot of parties and snorted a lot of coke. That ended, and he started visiting this therapist– some beaky little woman his manager recommended. He still wanted to die a little bit, but he decided it was probably better to live. The tour after that crisis was the “Come Out Comeback Tour”– he wrote some of his own jokes for the first time in a long time. He told funny stories from when he was a kid. It was strange, he reflected, that he had funny stories to tell. Rooting around through his memory was like running his tongue along a line of rotten teeth. It ached, almost unbearably. But there were pleasant moments, and he was glad he hadn’t forgotten them.

“I guess my first real crush was this kid in middle school– he’d been one of my best friends forever, but about seventh grade I started having all of these feelings– and I decided to do something nice for him, something discreet– I was going to give him a popsicle. Like a literal popsicle, you perverts! C’mon! Anyways, at lunch one day I bought a bomb pop, I went to our lunch table and… I chickened out. I stuck the popsicle in my pants pocket, because I was 12 and a fucking idiot, and I went on my merry way. It was only after my next class was over that I realized the popsicle had melted through my jeans. It looked like I pissed my pants. But I pissed my pants for love, and how many seventh graders can say that?”

The divorce was a mess– Bev had expected it to be, but it still made her panicky. She didn’t so much as want to see Tom again, much less have a legal battle. For months, she’d wake up crying, miserable dreams dripping out of her mind like water. She won, in court, testified and showed pictures of bruises and witness reports and described how it was all her work, and wound up getting a restraining order against Tom and full ownership over Rogan and Marsh fashion– now just Beverly Marsh fashion. She thinks about changing the name to something modern, anonymous– but she doesn’t. It’s nice to know she has something hers. That she can be just her, and be alright. “You’ll be nothing without me––” well haha, she is something. She’s Beverly fucking Marsh, and that’s something.

It’s nice to be loved, though. Divorce is as sweet as a summer's day, and remarriage is as sweet as honey. She and Ben got married less than a week after it’s all finalized, in a courthouse, in their everyday clothes, a couple of her friends as witnesses. They bought rings on the way home, simple little bands. They split their time between Chicago and Nebraska– Ben’s used to working remotely, and she doesn’t mind it. He’s started talking about maybe building them a house of their own– she says maybe New Mexico? It’s so warm and dry and safe in New Mexico– and all the artists love Santa Fe.

So maybe they’ll move to New Mexico, or maybe they’ll stay here. It doesn’t really matter where they go. They’ll be together. It feels so good to be loved like a person. It feels so good to know she’s a person. She still has bad dreams, but she has nice ones too. Lovely ones– a boat on the ocean with the sky clear and blue. A litter of puppies she can hold. Her husband kissing her. A group of children, laughing children, playing little kid games. There’s seven of them, the children, all splashing each other in a lake, like they’ve never suffered and they never will. She wants to have children, though she’s getting older now. She wants two or three of them. She likes to think she’d be a good mother.

Ben thinks she’d be a good one too. He adds plans for children’s bedrooms to his favorite piece of mental drawing paper– a building titled “the dream home”. He’s been working on it for a decade– the dream home had a double bedroom before he had anybody to share it with. He was so used to loneliness it took him a while to get used to another person’s rhythms– how she’ll get into bed and just then remember to brush her teeth, hopping back out again, how she sings in the shower and refuses to acknowledge it.

He’d once thought he’d be lonely forever. Now, at 43, he’s trying once more to make friends. He goes to dinner parties and makes meaningful conversation, he takes up fishing with a man from work. You might never love your friends as brilliantly, as totally as you do at 11, but there's a comfort in the easy, mild talks about the weather, about work. He lets himself eat ice cream, now and then, and a social life means less time for working out. Nobody really notices– Bev says he’s still hot. But of course she’d say that, she loves him– And oh, it rushes over him sometimes, she loves him, she loves him, she loves him.

He used to write poems, but he hasn’t since college. He feels like he’s getting rusty with words somehow, and he’s always been better with his hands. He’s fixing to unveil this stunner of a municipal building in Chicago– it’s maybe the best thing he’s ever designed. He takes Beverly on a private tour a few days before the ribbon cutting– there’s some last minute things being put together, furniture and lighting, but she still tears up when she looks around. “It’s so lovely,” she says, “this is the most wonderful–” and cuts off, moved. He thinks, looking at the light caught in her hair ‘I’ll build you something even better, darling. I’ll build you a future.”

Mike heads down to Florida, like he used to dream about. On the way there he made a stop in Atlanta to see Patty Uris. She was very polite, pleased to meet one of her dead husband’s old friends– hungry for stories of a childhood he never spoke of. The mirrors were still covered, and she tangled her hands in and out of knots. Mike still felt guilty. He’s been trying to not feel guilty. He told her anecdotes about Stan as a child– he didn’t know him as long as some of the others, but he knew him enough. He knew him when it was important. “Your husband was a brave man.” He told Patty, who closed her eyes. “He was, he really was.”

He contemplated, for a moment, staying in Atlanta– befriending Patty, telling more stories. But he’s a little sick of playing historian, of being a keeper of ghosts. He heads down to Florida. He gets a job in a small town library, makes acquaintances, meets a woman. If he wants, he can go anywhere in the world. The freedom shocks him, the lightness. Anywhere in the world– Rome, Tokyo, Sydney, Helsinki, Cairo. Places where it never rains, places where it rains all the time. He keeps a framed photo of his parents on the counter– his parents as he never knew them– young and just married and laughing to each other. He likes to think they’d be proud of him for leaving. For having the world at his feet.

He has two dogs and a cat, eats vegan, takes up biking. The children at the library call him ‘Mr Mike’ and climb over his arms like a jungle gym. Eventually, his neighbors start calling him Mr Mike too, which is funny. Most people don’t look at him like an intruder, and when they do it’s easier to shake off their stares. His hair starts greying at the temples and he relishes it. He’s made it this far. He hopes to keep making it.

It’s almost always Mike who send the emails, a tradition at this point– “Hey everybody!! Want to meet up? Where, this time? Kansas? Colorado?” And the others will reply– yes-yes-of course-yes-let’s go to Denver-lets get Greek food-I know this really great spot-how about Mexican-July-maybe August?– And he amalgamates their suggestions into plans, sends off the group message, mark his calendar. He sits back and smile, types out “I can’t wait to see you all again”. Presses send.

So it’s been three years now. And here they are, in a Mexican restaurant in Denver (they never get Chinese). They’re chattering about their lives, the five of them– Mike’s girlfriend, Richie’s boyfriend, Bev and Ben’s fertility treatments. Bill’s a little quiet. They look at him. He pulls the new book out of his bag– four copies. They coo dutifully over the cover, flip through the pages. Get to the dedication. Stop. To six that made my lucky seven– Stan, Eddie, Richie, Beverly, Ben, Mike. All my love. The loser’s club rides forever.

“The ending’s still awful.” Bill says, to stop their tears with laughter. They shake their heads and say they’re sure they’ll love it. He thinks they probably won’t– even he thinks the ending isn’t great. He’s bad with endings, he’ll admit that now.

The friends in the book, they all go off. They kill the bad guy, get their tidy endings, resolve their trauma, end up with their sweethearts or happily alone. He wrote it, and yet it still rings half hollow to him. No one can walk off the page happily ever after. They’ll still have nightmares. They’ll ruin relationships, try to pick up the pieces. Things are always going to be difficult. But they’ll keep going. And that’s the other thing he’s always hated about endings– the finality, the never-see-you-again. That’s the worst thing of all. He’s lucky, he thinks as he looks at his laughing friends, his best friends, the loves of his life, he’s lucky that life isn’t a story. That it goes on. That they’ll keep going on.

The loser’s club rides forever.

#it chapter 2 #richie tozier #bill denbrough #reddie #benverly #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #mike hanlon #mine #it fanfiction #my writing #speech #sk tag #it

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calpalirwin · 4 years

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Evil Author Day #5

My parts of the (really long) brain child with @baldcalum. Maybe one day we’ll finish it. Who knows.

~Shay

March 2020~

“Hey, Raz, turn on the radio station that’s downstairs,” I said, peeking my head in her office at 8:55 on the dot, just like I did every morning.

“Why?” my business partner, roommate, and best friend asked me. I knew she had gotten here at 8 am on the dot, liking having the office to herself before the day started. I kept telling her to start coming in with me- New York was full of creeps and weirdos- but she was stubborn. And I couldn’t exactly argue with her, as I too, traveled to and from work by myself. No, we could handle ourselves just fine, thanks.

“5SOS interview today,” I told her simply as I shrugged off my jacket and draped it over my arm

“Oh, that’s today?” she asked, her eyes going wide in excitement.

“Yep,” I grinned, before heading to my own office. We had been hoping to snag 5SOS as a client when we started our business 2 years ago. We had our- less than pleasant- opinions about their current management and thought we could be the change they needed in order for their band to go from punk kids out of Sydney to the talented rock band of grown men they actually were. After all, who better to understand the struggle to be taken seriously than 2 women with their own management company in the Big Apple?

As I leaned back in my desk chair, I let my mind take me back in time to when I had first met the woman in the office next door to mine.

~~~

~June 2015~

“Alright, so your big project for this class is a business plan. You will work in pairs of 2. There is a rubric online for you to follow, but the better thought out the plan, the better the grade. Any questions?”

I rolled my eyes and put up my hand. There was no way I wasn’t going to at least try and see if I could do this project myself. Anything to get out of dreaded partner/group work. “Yes?” The professor asked, and I couldn’t tell if she was looking at me or the girl next me to me, who also had her hand up.

“Can we work alone?” we both asked at the same time.

The professor looked at us both and smiled one of those smiles that made me curl my hand into a fist. I knew what was coming. “If you’re both so inclined to work alone, maybe you should partner up.”

I suppressed the sigh and accompanying eye roll as I turned in my seat to get a better look at my partner. If I had to guess I would’ve pegged her as a bright-eyed freshman straight out of high school, probably a fashion major from the way she was dressed. I suppressed yet another eye roll. Could you die from rolling your eyes too much? Eh, whatever. A business plan was child’s play to my own plans. If little fashionista wanted to prove herself with yet another clothing line, I’m sure I had some old shit lying around we could tweak up.

“Raz,” the girl whispered, a terra-cotta hand reaching out to shake my tawny one.

“Shay,” I whispered back, shaking the offered hand, before turning back to pay attention to the same old first day lecture I’ve heard a thousand times before.

“Hey, wait up!”

“What?” I said, my hand pushing my way out of the building, my foot sticking out to hold the door open for the voice behind me.

“We should probably arrange something so we can meet and do this project,” Raz demanded, hands going to her hips.

I made a face before gesturing at the building behind us. “It’s not like I’m hard to find.” Seriously, a 3 hour class that met 4 days a week? Why was I doing this to myself again? Because you broke up with your boyfriend and have nothing better to do? Shut up!

“Still though. I want a good grade on this assignment.”

“You and me both, kid. Relax, it’ll get done.”

“Kid?”

“Yeah. You’re like what? 12?”

“I’m 18, asshole.”

“My point exactly. Look, this isn’t my first business plan, alright? I know what they’re looking for on these assignments. Just tell me what you want so I can show you what I have next class, alright? Enjoy your day, kid,” I smirked before walking off.

“Hey, where are you going?!”

I stopped in my tracks, wheeling to face the younger girl once more. “Work. God damn…” Then, I started walking again, calling out to her as I did so, “walk and talk, kid, walk and talk.”

“You work?” She fell into pace with me.

“Yeah cuz that’s what adults do!” I said in an obnoxiously cheery voice.

“Would you cut the crap, already? We’re like the same age.”

“False,” I corrected. “I’m a 21 year old with a minor in business. You’re an 18 year old freshman who’s about to get your world rocked when you finally realize that you're not special. You’re just a regular fish in the same boring ass pond as the rest of us.”

“So, what are you doing taking a business course if you already graduated?”

“Killing time until law school,” I shrugged.

“Oh, that’s cool. What do you do for work?”

“I’m an assistant at a law firm downtown. They offered me a job after my internship with them. Pays well and they work around my schooling.”

“And they let you dress like that?” she asked, eyeing my outfit of sneakers, jeans, a t-shirt, and a hat covering up my short hair.

“No, I’m going home to change first.”

“Oh, cool, I’m going to the dorms, too.”

“I don’t live in the dorms. I have an apartment. Law student, remember?”

“Oh, cool we can work there instead.”

This kid would not quit! I liked it. “Alright,” I said, pulling out my phone. “Put in your number. I’ll text you when I’m off work. And please, just put your name. No weird shit with emojis.”

“You better text me,” she muttered, putting in her number and handing me back my phone.

“I will, relax,” I told her, allowing myself to smile at her.

~~~

“Yeah, you know, we’re in our twenties now. Mike’s getting married. We’re growing up and we want our music to show that,” Ashton’s voice said through the radio. “We just want to be true to who we are both individually and as a band.”

I shut off my radio. This was it. My moment. “I’m going down there,” I said, poking my head in Raz’s office.

“Relax, Shay. At least wait for the interview to be done.”

“Are you coming or not?” I asked, already making my way out of the office.

“Alright, alright,” she said, getting up from her own desk and following me. “Shit, business cards!” she said, once we were in the elevator, a hand clapping around her pockets.

“I got it,” I said, pulling a few out of my own pocket.

“What would I do without you?” she smiled.

“Playing ‘What If’ is a fool’s game,” I smiled back as the elevator doors opened.

“You ladies going down?” Luke Hemmings asked with a heavy accent.

I shared a look with Raz before thanking whatever forces were behind this perfect timing.

“Yeah,” I answered, keeping my voice steady as I stuck out my arm to hold the elevator. “C’mon,” I said as the 4 members of 5SOS crowded in around us. Small, one syllable words. Don’t fuck this up.

“Lobby or parking garage?” Raz asked them, a small squeak in her voice that was undetectable to the untrained ear. She was nervous. I was nervous. This was crazy! But we had learned to keep our wits about us long ago. Our nerves were undetectable to anybody but each other.

“Parking garage,” Calum Hood said, reaching a tanned and tattooed arm across her shoulder to hit the button. “Thanks, loves.”

“How was the interview?” I asked, trying not to freak out that I was in an elevator with my favorite band and that my arm was touching the arm of my favorite drummer from my favorite band.

“Good,” Calum, Luke, and Mike all answered.

“God, it sucked!” Ashton said, giving voice to what I imagined was closer to the truth than his bandmates polite response..

“What do you mean?” Raz pressed, while the men sucked their air through their teeth at their friend’s admission of the truth.

“It’s the same old shit every time. We’re in our twenties. We’re not those high school dropouts anymore, and I wish they’d realize that.”

“You alluded to that,” I commented, glancing up at him.

“Yeah, and they blew past it to talk with Mike about his engagement.”

“Oh. Congrats, by the way,” I said over my shoulder to the shorter of the two tall blondes.

“Thank you!” Mike smiled as the elevator dinged and opened.

They all stepped out, and I followed on instinct. This was my chance. I was going to take it. “So, you’re tired of not being taken seriously?” I asked.

“So tired,” Ashton said, his hazel-eyed gaze locking with my brown-eyed one.

“Well, here,” I said, pulling out the business cards and handing them each one. “If you’re serious about being taken seriously, give us a call,” I said, giving his arm a quick pat before stepping back on the elevator. “Enjoy New York!” I waved as the elevators closed.

“That was your plan?!” Raz rounded on me. “Give us a call?! Shay!”

I tsked, holding up a finger. “Do you trust me?”

“Always, but Shay, we really should’ve planned this better.”

“Then trust me. When have I ever let you down?”

“Never.”

“Exactly. Trust the process, kid.”

We were stepping back into the office when the phone rang.

The receptionist, a cute young thing named Maya, moved to answer, but I waved her off, moving to answer it myself. I picked up on the third ring. “C. S. Management, this is Shay.”

“Hey, I think we were just in the elevator together. You gave us your card?” Ashton’s voice said over the line.

“May I ask who’s calling?” I asked, playing coy and professional as I switched the phone to speaker mode so Raz could listen in.

“Uh, it’s Ash. Look, we’re gonna go talk this over, but we wanna hear what you and your company has to say. Can we arrange something?”

I looked at Raz, raising an eyebrow.

She raised 2 fingers at me.

“We have an opening at 2 if that works for you gentlemen,” I said, putting power behind the word “gentlemen” purposefully.

“2… 2 sounds perfect. We’ll be there.”

“We’ll be here,” I told him back.

~Ashton

March 2020~

~Before the meeting~

I looked at the business card in my hand the woman with shining brown eyes behind large glasses had given me, watching her slink off back into the elevator, her heels clicking with purpose. I swear I saw her wink at me as she waved and called out “Enjoy New York!”

“Ash? Ash! ASHTON!”

“What?”

“What the fuck are we gonna do with this?” Calum asked, looking at the business card in his own hand.

I shrugged. “I dunno. We’re still in a contract. But…” But, what? But the way her voice had sounded when she said the word “serious”, almost like she knew we were sick of being jerked around, like she was offering us a way out, not a way to promote her own business.

“He’s gonna call her. Oh, God, he’s gonna call her!” Calum said, his hands going to his head as he spun in a circle.

“Hey!” I snapped. “Are you happy with our management still trying to pass us off as the teenage boy band? Cuz I’m not. That wasn’t the image we wanted.”

“Mate, maybe slow down?” Luke said.

“Luke, you hate this band more than anybody,” Mike laughed. “I’m with Ash. We can at least see what they gotta say, right?”

“Thanks, Mike,” I grinned at him, pulling out my phone and dialing the number on the card.

It rang once, twice, three times. “C.S Management, this is Shay,” her voice chirped professionally over the line. Oh, I bet she was feeling pretty damn proud of herself right about now.

“Hey, I think we were just in the elevator together. You gave us your card?” I answered.

“May I ask who’s calling?” she asked.

I held back a giggle. Damn, she was good. “Uh, it’s Ash. Look, we’re gonna go talk this over, but we wanna hear what you and your company has to say. Can we arrange something?”

There was a short pause, then “We have an opening at 2 if that works for you gentlemen.”

I smirked at the way she said “gentlemen” rather than “boys” like everyone else usually referred to us as. “2…” I looked around at the other 3 who all shrugged, “2 sounds perfect. We’ll be there.”

“We’ll be here,” she chirped back before hanging up the line.

~After the meeting~

I twirled the business card between my fingers. Back and forth and back again, I twirled the card, their logo spinning with my movements. “Oh, just call her!” Luke said, giving me a shove.

“What?” I asked, snapping to attention.

“Shay! Just call her, mate.”

“No. That’s unprofessional, Luke. Her company just offered us a new start. She might be our boss. I can’t just call her.”

“I’m with Ash. Don’t call her. Just drop the whole thing, please?” Calum put in. “Don’t let this stupid crush fuck this up for us.”

“Hey, Ash, can I see your phone?” Mike asked suddenly.

“Why?” I asked skeptically.

“Mine’s dead. Gotta call Crystal.”

“Oh. Yeah, sure.” I dug my phone out, unlocking it for him before handing it over.

“Sweet, thanks,” he said before typing something. “And send. Thanks, mate!” he said again, tossing me my phone.

“Mike, what did you just do?” I asked.

“What you were too scared to do yourself.”

“Michael!” my voice thundered as I got up to get in his face. “That was unprofessional on so many levels!”

“No, you said calling would be unprofessional. I texted. Big difference.”

“That’s not any better!”

My phone pinged in my hand.

“A ‘thank you’ would be fine, mate,” Mike winked as he put a hand on my shoulder.

“How about you’re lucky I don’t kick your ass?” I muttered, looking down at the notification. I clicked it open as I walked to my bedroom in our suite.

Hey, it’s Ash. Coffee?

Little late for coffee isn’t it?

Ha-ha, sorry. That was Mike.

Oh… so that’s a no on coffee then?

Didn’t you just say it was too late for coffee?

Oh, I meant for me. But… if you’re getting coffee… I can keep you company? NY's a dangerous place for a man to be out by himself.

I laughed as my phone pinged again with an address and the simple instruction of: Meet me here in 30 minutes.

I’ll be there.

~~~

I did a double-take when I walked in the small cafe and saw Shay. She was dressed completely different from her black slacks, black heels, and white blouse she had been wearing at our meeting. In their place were blue jeans, a plain navy blue t-shirt underneath a thin cardigan, sneakers, and a hat- that she was wearing backwards- covered up her short and chic half bob. Professional woman to 90s skater chick in the blink of an eye. Damn, was there anything she couldn’t do?

“Hey,” she greeted, patting the empty seat next to her.

“Hey,” I greeted back, taking the offered seat. “You look… comfy.”

She laughed. It was both light and full of life, much like the owner. “Gotta blend in, y’know?” she laughed again. “Should we?” she asked, her gaze shifting.

I followed her gaze to the counter. Right. Coffee. Focus, Ash. “Yeah,” I smiled.

We approached the counter. “Hey, Ty,” she said to the barista.

“Shay, finally gonna order?” he teased her.

“I was waiting for a friend,” she joked back with him.

The man eyed me before giving her a look. “Hot or cold today, babes?”

She brought a finger to her lips in thought, her gaze flickering out the window. “Let’s do cold today.”

“And for your friend?” he asked with a pointed glance at me.

“Uh, I’ll have a medium iced caramel macchiato, please,” I said.

“Coming right up,” he said before giving us the total.

Both of us reached for our wallets. “Oh, I got it,” Shay told me, waving her hand at me.

“Nah, I asked. My treat,” I told her, inserting my card into the chip reader before she could protest.

“Technically Mike asked,” she giggled. “But, thank you.”

“Here ya go, Shay,” a different barista said, placing two identical drinks on the counter.

“Thanks, Maddie,” she smiled, grabbing the cups and handing me one. She gave her cup a swirl before taking a sip, eyes closing in a state of bliss.

“I thought you said it was too late for coffee,” I teased her as we made our way back to our seats.

“Feeling a little wild today,” she responded.

Good. I was too. She gave her drink another swirl, and I caught a glimpse of the tattoo on her wrist I had noticed earlier on at the meeting. I hadn’t wanted to ask her about it then, but now seemed like a good time to ask. “What’s that on your wrist?”

“Oh, it’s a dreamcatcher,” she told me, offering me her arm so I could take a better look.

It was simple line work etched into her slightly sun-kissed skin. “Wow, that’s nice. Is it your only one?”

She gave a shake of her head. “Nope, I got some birds on my shoulder. Another simple linework piece. I like the minimalistic look of it.” She tapped her shoulder to show where the other tattoo was hiding. “Then I have another tattoo on my ankle,” she added with a giggle.

My hand went up to rub at my own bird tattoo on my neck. “That’s cool,” I smiled at her. “Do they mean anything, or are they just because?”

“Bit of both. They were both graduation presents to myself. The dreamcatcher’s a heritage piece. The birds are just symbolic in a way.”

“Shannon’s an Irish name though, isn’t it?”

“It is. I’m only half-Irish, though. Then part Native American, hence the dreamcatcher. And a bunch of other things thrown in for good measure.”

Half-Irish girl meets half-Irish boy, both with bird tattoos and a liking for caramel macchiatos. What were the odds? “And the one on your ankle?” I pressed, curious about the giggle she had associated with it.

“A newer piece,” she giggled with a blush. “It’s… uh… well, let’s just say I’ve been a fan of your band for a while,” she concluded, reaching out to tap my tally tattoo on my wrist.

My teeth bit into my lower lip. Bird tattoos and actual matching tally tattoos? Damn… “A fan, huh?”

“I’m into drummers,” she shrugged with a playful smirk. “But yeah. Been a fan for a while. Still a little starstruck if I’m being totally honest.”

I would have never guessed that I made her nervous. She was so… level-headed. “You saying that I make you nervous?” I asked, a flirting edge in my voice.

She gave a small chuckle. “Nobody makes me nervous. But yes. A little. You’re well-spoken. You’re talented. You’re cute…” her voice trailed off as she ticked away my traits on her fingers.

“Cute, huh?” I asked, leaning forward and biting my lip again.

“Just an observation,” she shrugged. Then, “So, did you have questions about the meeting? I know it was a lot thrown at you all at once. I always think of my questions after the fact, too.”

“What?” I asked, blinking slowly and sitting back in my seat, wondering how she had switched from flirty to professional so quick. “Oh! No, I just… wanted to take you out for coffee.”

“Oh?” Her eyebrows quirked up as she took a sip of her drink.

“Yeah, as a thank you.”

“Sure…” she said.

“Alright,” I giggled. “So, I might also think you’re cute. And I might like you a little bit.”

“I might like you a little bit, back.”

I leaned forward towards her. “Oh, do you?”

She leaned forward herself, the light bouncing off her glasses, making her brown eyes shine a billion different shades of melted chocolate. “It’s unprofessional,” she whispered, leaning back and crossing her arms, closing herself off to the idea.

“It is,” I agreed with a huff.

“I mean, you might be my client. I might be your boss.”

“But, I’m not your client yet. We haven’t agreed to anything,” I countered.

“Are you saying you won’t be taking us on our more than generous offer?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Shouldn’t you talk with your bandmates about this? I should really be consulting with Raz… This is…”

“Unprofessional. I know.”

“Very,” she agreed with a nod.

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“Start dating me before I become your client.”

“What? Fletch, I can’t just… people will… I hardly know you!”

“Bullshit!” I giggled, my head reeling at her calling me “Fletch” as no one had ever called me that before. I liked the way it sounded coming off her lips, the way her front teeth nipped at her lower lip and her tongue poked out of her mouth. “You’re gonna sit there and tell me you being in the elevator at the same time our interview ended was pure coincidence? Little Miss Fan?”

She ducked her head, a blush forming on her cheeks. “No… and I’m not little. I’m 7 months older than you, actually.”

“We both just admitted to liking each other. What’s the problem?”

“People will talk.”

“People do little else.”

“You don’t know me!”

“You do know how dating works, right?” I giggled.

“This is insane…”

“Look, there’s no real moral issue here. I’m not your client yet. And when I am, it’s really my band that’s your client, not me individually.”

“Why do you want to date me anyway?”

“Because you’re the first one to take me seriously. Because of a million reasons I can’t wait to discover.”

“This is insane…” she repeated.

“Definitely,” I agreed. Then, I leaned forward and kissed her. It was soft, then it grew as she kissed me back. Her hands came up to cup my face as one of mine came to rest at the base of her neck, pulling her closer to me. All I knew in that moment was that I would never again be able to kiss a woman and not wish it was her. It was animalistic, the way I needed her. I didn’t know why. I just knew I needed more. And something in the way she kissed me back let me know she was feeling the same way.

~Shay~

“There you are,” Raz said with an eye roll when I finally breezed into our apartment.

I glanced down at my phone. 9:17 pm. Whoops… “Must’ve lost track of time,” I shrugged.

Her eyes narrowed as she looked at me. “Oh, for fucks sake, Shay! You kissed hi,m didn’t you?!”

I brought a finger gingerly to my lips. I could still feel his on mine, the way his teeth had nipped at my lip, the way his breathing had caught in his throat. “Maybe…” I grinned.

“God damn it, Shay!” she started.

I held up a finger. “I know! Okay? I know. Unprofessional. 100 percent. But damn, can you blame me?”

She rolled her eyes, but “He is a babe. They all are.”

“Oh yeah,” I agreed. “And we figured it out.”

“We? Figured out? Oh, God, Shay. What did you do?”

“Remember how you’re always telling me to get a boyfriend or a girlfriend? Well, let’s just say I finally listened.”

“Shay!”

“I know! I know how this looks. We both do. But, look, there’s no real issue here. He’s not actually our client yet. And even when he does become our client, it’s his band, not him. And people are gonna talk their shit anyway. And need I remind you, it’s Ashton fuckin Irwin!”

Her eyes narrowed again as she thought it over. Then, “I hate you. This is a bad idea.”

I rolled my eyes. Maybe the bubble of anger I felt rising up inside of me was because she was giving voice to the own doubts I had in my head. Maybe I found her “holier than thou” act a little off putting because I know she had a thing for one of our actual clients. Maybe, because for the first time in 5 fucking years I had put myself out there to go on a date, with a hell of a guy who actually liked me back, and now my best fucking friend was shitting all over that happiness just because it may or not be a conflict of interest. I didn’t need her on the side of the critics and the skeptics. I needed her on my side. Maybe it was a combination of all of the above. But either way, my temper flared and I was going to let it fly. “You know what? Fuck you,” I said, keeping my voice level but throwing as much venom in my words as I could.

Her eyes widened for a bit at my sharp words, but then they narrowed and I knew she was about to fight back. “Fuck me? Really Shay? This is unprofessional and you know it. People are going to think you’re using him to get the band.”

“I’m not you, Raz!” I shouted, knowing I was hitting low, but too pissed off to stop myself from doing it. “I don’t flirt with everything that’s got a fuckin’ pulse!”

“Fuck you!” she practically spat at me, her own words fierce, but I saw the quiver in her lip.

I laughed. A harsh, humorless sound. “Yeah. Fuck me,” I said with an eye roll before heading down the hall to my room.

“Where the fuck are you going?!” her voice called out.

“The fuck do you care?” I asked, reappearing with a thicker jacket and a beanie in replacement for my hat.

“Shay! SHAY!” she yelled as I slammed the door behind me.

I jogged my way down the stairs, praying she wouldn’t follow me, and ignoring the nagging voice that taunted me. Shay, how long are you gonna run from your problems? Shut up! I don’t run from anything! And just what the hell are you doing right now, Shay? I said shut up!

The phone was ringing by the time I hit the ground floor. The line picked up by the time I pushed my way out of the building. Funnily enough, I couldn’t even remember taking my phone out of my pocket. “Hey, Shay,” he answered, and I could hear his smile. God, how I found security in him so fast was fucking mind-blowing.

“Hey,” I replied, my voice sounding tired and on the verge of a breakdown.

“Uh-oh, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m fine,” I lied.

“Where are you? Are you home?” I could hear him moving around in his room, his voice holding a slight trace of panic.

I smiled despite the hurricane of emotions raging in my chest. He was worried about me. I didn’t realize how much I had missed having a potentially romantic partner being able to read me so well. And so soon? Add intuitive to the growing list of things that made me adore that man. God, he was sweet. Why couldn’t Raz see that? Why couldn’t she be happy I found a nice guy? “No,” I answered. “I… uh…” Where was I going? “I need to clear my head.”

“Shay, it’s dark out. Go home, please. Or tell me where you are so I can come get you.”

“Central Park, 5 minutes,” I told him.

“Central Park, 5 minutes,” he repeated. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon, Fletch.”

I hung up and let my mind wander as I walked, my hands burrowing into the pockets of my jacket. Back home wearing a leather jacket in March, even at night, would have made me sweat. I would never get used to the biting New York cold. But I’d be damned if I went back to LA looking like this. Me this morning? Sure. Shay from this morning could roll up to LA and brag about how great her life had become. But Shay right now? No, I couldn’t go home the same insecure wreck I was when I left. I needed to pull it together.

~~~

~December 2017~

A knock sounded on my apartment. “It’s open,” I called out, too lazy to get up and actually answer. I didn’t know why Raz was knocking. She had a key.

“Honestly, Shay, you shouldn’t leave your door unlocked like that,” Raz tsked as the door shut behind her and she flopped down next to me on the couch.

“Honestly, Raz,” I joked back, “you should just ditch your dorm room and move in with me already. You’re here all the time anyway.” At two and a half years of knowing each other Raz had become my very best friend. She made the ache of missing home a lot more bearable.

“What and give up my freedom?” she scoffed. “Yeah, right.”

I shrugged. “We’re graduating next semester. Where you gonna go, Raz?”

“Where are you gonna go?” she countered, referring to my career options, not my living situation.

“Somewhere we can both be free,” I answered, spreading my arms across the back of my couch.

~~~

“Shay?” Ashton’s voice laced with concern startled me out of my thoughts.

“Hey, Fletch,” I answered with a small smile.

“Are you okay?”

I shrugged.

“Shay, what’s wrong?”

“Everything,” I breathed, scared if I said anymore I would shatter. I didn’t want to shatter in front of him. I didn’t want him to see me vulnerable. But something in his voice made me think it would be okay if I did.

He wrapped me tightly into a hug and I breathed in him in. I wasn’t the biggest fan of cologne, but I could get used to liking his citrusy scent. Just like I could get used to the way his strong arms held me tight, his heartbeat hammering in my ear, his breaths as steady and solid as he was. “C’mon,” he murmured, leading us to a nearby bench. “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s gotta be wrong for me to enjoy Central Park at night with a cute boy?” I added with a small chuckle.

He frowned.

“Sorry. Not boy. Man,” I amended with another chuckle.

The frown deepened. “You just said everything was wrong. And now nothing’s wrong? Shay… what’s going on?”

I sighed. “I really don’t want to be vulnerable with you right now.”

“What do you want?”

“For this to be easy. To just be able to like someone without people thinking there are bigger things at play.”

“Who’s thinking bigger things are at play? Shay, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying I like you. Not as lawyer Shay trying to close a deal. But as Shay Shay. Just a woman with a hopeless crush on a man that the rest of the world is going to blow way out of proportion.”

“It’s not hopeless,” he said, his eyes a pool of swirling honey underneath the streetlights, his breath hot against my face as he pulled me in for a kiss. I wished for time to stop as I melted into him, letting his kiss glue all the pieces together before they could fall.

~~~

“Morning, Maya,” I greeted as I strolled into the office the next morning.

“Morning, Shay.”

“Did you manage to hunt down 5SOS’ current contract agreement?” I asked. I had asked her yesterday before the meeting, but I wasn’t sure if she had gotten around to it as she got busy pleasing her other boss.

“No, Shay,” she fumbled. “Sorry…”

“Don’t worry about it,” I smiled at her. I’d have my assistant Alejandro track it down when he got in.

“Raz, ready to rock the world?” I greeted, poking my head in her office. I was back to being my chipper self, ready to put our lover’s quarrel behind me if she was. Neither one of us had apologized. But that was the beauty of our friendship. At the end of the day it didn’t matter what was said, because we had each others backs no matter what. But does she Shay? The nagging voice asked. What if is a fool’s game, I answered back fiercely.

“Yep! I’m working with Waterparks today. Can you send me the schedule you worked out for them?”

“Check your email, Raz,” I winked. I was damn good at my job. The schedule was already on there. “I’ll be working on drafting a contract for 5SOS. So, I’ll hold down the fort. Keep a good eye on those Waterpark guys, and try not to drool over the green-haired one so much,” I smirked.

“Awsten is a babe, Mrs. Irwin,” she teased me back.

“Oh, hush!” I laughed, walking to my office, smiling to myself. Good, if she was teasing it meant she was being civil about the idea, if not completely accepting. That was fine. I didn’t need acceptance. Well… No, civil was fine. Civil was good. Acceptance could and would come later, I was sure of it. “Oh, Ale,” I said, my eyes locking in on the tall law student striding my way.

“Morning, Shay,” Alejandro greeted me. Alejandro Juarez was a Puerto Rican lad in his first year of law school. The law firm I worked at in my college days had him as an intern and contacted me when they said the young man was interested in working more directly with a lawyer, rather than doing the equivalent of paper pushing. That had been 3 months into Raz and I starting our business and I was desperate for help. And one look at the ambitious man and I was hooked. I had even written his recommendation for his law school application and attended his graduation from his undergrad program last May. His drive and positive attitude had made him essential and I had come to think of him as a little brother.

“How long do I have you today?”

“I have class at 2:30. So 1?”

“That’s fine. I remember the rigor very well myself. I have a small task for you. Think you can handle it?”

“I can do my best.”

“I need you to track down 5SOS’s current contract for me.”

“Shay, they’re not in our system.”

“I know. They have an LA team managing them right now. I need to see what it entails. And I need you to get it for me.”

“How?”

“Mmm… lie. Say it’s for school, Ale,” I told him, placing my hand on his chest. “You’re a smart man, I believe in you.”

“I’ll do my best,” he told me, swallowing.

“You always do,” I smiled brightly at him. I loved how being a powerful woman felt. “I’ll be in the office if you need me. And don’t bother Raz, she’ll be with a client until further notice.”

“Should I let Eloise know?” he asked, referring to Raz’s assistant.

“Eloise should already know, Ale. Contract, please and thank you.”

“Coming right up.”

I turned to go into my office when my phone rang. “This is Shay,” I answered, stepping into my office and shutting my door.

“Hey, babes,” Ashton’s voice sounded over the line.

My heart fluttered at the pet name. I could definitely get used to that.“Oh, hey Fletch. What’s up?”

“Nothing, just wanted to hear your voice.”

I smiled as I sat down at my desk and pulled up a blank document. “Aw, you’re sweet.” But there was something in his voice that seemed… off? “Is something wrong?”

“No.”

“Fletch,” I started. “I know we have our walls. I’m extremely appreciative that you’re patient with me while I figure out what is too much to share with you too soon. I’m extending you that same respect. But, please. I can hear in your voice that something’s off.”

“You can?” came the incredulous reply.

“You’re very expressive,” I admitted. “Please. Talk to me. That’s the only way we’re gonna figure this whole mess out.”

“Something’s gotta be wrong with me to enjoy a phone call with my girlfriend?” came the teasing tone as he used my own words against me.

I smiled. “What’s going on Fletch? You don’t have to be vulnerable and lay out your life story just yet. But c’mon, give me a little something.”

He chuckled, then sighed. I could picture his brows furrowing together and his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s Cal. I don’t think he’s on board with the whole us dating thing. I think he thinks you’re seducing me to get us as a client. You know, like you said everyone would think. I think I was too swept up in the moment to realize the deeper implications of what you were trying to get me to understand. But, I see it now. And from Cal, it’s… Fuck, I dunno what to do here.”

“Neither do I,” I confessed.

“Can I ask you a question without you getting offended?”

“Of course,” I nodded.

“Are you using me to get my band to sign with your company?”

“No,” I promised. “Look, this is nothing but a huge coincidence. I’m just as afraid of this going badly as you probably are. I’ve been hurt before, and I certainly don’t want to re-experience that pain. But, I’m also a professional. Whatever happens between me and you is between me and you. It has no effect on my company’s desire to take your band on as a client, I can promise you that much now. It’s two totally separate things that just look related.” As I spoke I became less sure of who I was reassuring: him, Cal, Raz, or myself. “Shay the lawyer would love to sign your band, yes. But, Shay the woman just wants you.”

He let out a small chuckle and I could picture his dimples. Man, my boyfriend was such a babe. And damn that sounded good. Ashton Irwin, my boyfriend. Shay Gibson, Ashton Irwin’s girlfriend. I got chills just thinking about it. “Alright. So, what is my gorgeous girlfriend up to?”

“She is smart, not gorgeous. And she is working, so she needs to go. I’ll text when I go for lunch, okay?”

“She is smart and gorgeous. And I hope she doesn’t work too hard.”

“Me? Never,” I laughed. Working hard was the only way I knew how to work. “Bye, Fletch.”

“Bye, babes.”

We hung up and I stretched my hands out in front of me, cracking them as I did so. Then, I set to work, outlining a foolproof contract for our potential new client. My intent was to ensure that they would have full creative control of what they did and how, the same we promised every client we had. It was part of why we were so successful. Our motto was after all “Let art speak for itself, because to tamper is to diminish.” But, I still needed my hands on their current contract to see what they were currently being offered. We didn’t want to give them what they already had. We wanted better.

When I had a basic draft, I moved on to checking schedules. I knew 5SOS’s current management had a North American tour planned for the band to go on after their sad 2 month stint in Europe that was 1.) not long enough and 2.) had upset a lot of fans by the reckless skipping around. I needed to have something in the works to help sweeten the deal. And thankfully, I already had a rock band that we were sending off on a world tour of their that was set to start next March and carrying them into November, both for their benefit and to the benefit of one of our up-and-coming duos- a sweet brother-sister act with the voice of angels and attitude to boot. “Eloise?” I asked after I hit the button on my phone to buzz Raz’s assistant.

“Yes, Shay?”

“Is Raz busy currently?”

“Uh… yes. She’s in with Waterparks in the conference room.”

“Thank you, El,” I said. Perfect. Both of them in the same spot.

“Oh! Shay, they just sent over the contract. Would you prefer a hard copy?” Alejandro asked as I walked out of my office.

“Ale, you’re the best!” Today was going fan-fuckin-tastic and I loved it. “Can I get 6 copies, please?”

“Sure thing, Shay.”

“And email the pdf of it anyway,” I added as an afterthought. Better to have too many copies than not enough.

“Already did.”

“Thank you, Ale. Get me those copies, and you can cut out early if you like,” I told him. I knew he would appreciate the time to relax or get in some last minute studying before dashing off to the crazy world that was first year law school.

“Thanks Shay!”

I rapped on the conference room door before I entered. “And here’s Miss Gibson now,” Raz said, glancing up at me. “Impeccable timing.”

“Hey,” I greeted. “I take it Raz showed you gentlemen your tour schedule?” While Raz liked to up her professionality by referring to everyone as Miss or Mr in the office, I brought in the friendlier side by opting to stick with first names or nicknames. It was a perfect balance; the way we liked to run our business. The only time Raz slipped from that professional demeanor in the office was one-on-one. The only time I slipped into that formality myself was when I was mad. It was a simple unspoken norm in the office that “Miss Toliver referring to you by your first name is fine, but if Shay uses your last name, you better run.”

“Yeah, we’re looking it over now. 8 months, huh?”

“Make sure those passports are up to date,” I told them, then “It’s what you wanted, right? To be as accessible as possible? There’s no interviews scheduled during that time. Just shows and meet and greets.”

“This is perfect!” they told me.

“Did Raz also show you the interview schedule. It’s a little less than a year away so we got plenty of prep time. It’ll be a very busy week, but short so you can rest up before the tour.”

“Yeah, it all looks so great.”

“Awesome. And I actually had a question for you all.”

“Uh-oh, you have that look,” Raz said, crossing her arms. “What crazy idea do you have now?”

“How would you feel if you co-headlined with 5SOS?” I asked, a smile on my lips.

“5SOS? Hell yeah! Is that one band still opening for us?”

“Yes, Lucky Mess will still be opening,” I assured them.

“But, don’t get your hopes up about 5SOS,” Raz warned them, and me. “We’re optimistic. But no promises.”

“Nah, this is great. Can we make the tour name Punk Rarities Tour?”

“I like where your mind’s at,” I smiled again.

Raz rolled her eyes, “Anyway!”

I chuckled to myself as I walked back to my office. Time to focus my attention on the contract. Everything was lining up perfectly, now I just needed to stick the landing.

“Everything’s on your desk, Shay. It’s still early, though. Are you sure you don’t need me to stay?” Alejandro told me.

“Is your test today?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. I knew everything about my staff. It was a habit I picked up in my years at the law firm. If you knew everything going on, nothing snuck up on you. And I wasn’t in the business of unexpected surprises. I may have created a reputation of being impulsive, but that was because everybody only heard what flew from my lips. What they missed was how my brain was already 3 steps ahead of the game.

“It is!” he smiled, pleased I remembered.

“Then, I’ll manage.”

“Thank you!”

“Give ‘em hell, kid,” I smiled before shutting myself in my office once more. Alright. Let’s see what type of shithole mess 5SOS is in, I thought to myself as I took in the stack of contracts neatly piled on my desk, an email notification on my browser showing the message from Alejandro that held a pdf version of the papers in front of me.

I took a quick glance at the time. 10:30. Wow, it was early. Perfect.

I picked up one of the contracts, giving it a quick glance. Looked pretty standard. Creative control, plenty of touring and promos before tours. I clicked my tongue. Damn, c’mon, I needed to strike gold here. Aha! My eyes glanced at a section titled: Relationships. “Oh this is great,” I said out loud as I learned that while they were free to flirt and sleep around, girlfriends-emphasis on girl, oof fuckin’ homophobes in LA? Alright- needed to be “approved.” I snorted. “Good, God. That certainly explains a lot…”

I was about to continue my digging when my desk phone buzzed. “Yes Maya?” I asked, hitting the button to connect me with the front desk.

“Shay, a Calum Hood is here to see you?”

I pulled a face. Of fucking course he was. First Raz, now Calum. I was beginning to wonder what our best friends were more concerned with- protecting Ashton and I from potential heartache, or protecting their own image. Frankly, I didn’t care. Ashton and I were grown ups capable of making our own decisions and we didn’t need anyone’s approval. So why was I letting this cut deep the way it was? Because all you ever wanted was to be accepted, my brain supplied. I let out a breath to steady myself. “I’ll be right there,” I answered, getting up.

“Calum,” I greeted, opting for the middle ground by not calling him by the nickname I had picked out for him, but also keeping my temper in check. For now. “Glad of you to drop by. Can I get you anything to drink?”

“No, this’ll be quick,” he told me, his brown eyed gaze heavy as it locked on mine.

“Please, right this way,” I said, leading him back to my office. “So, what can I help you with?” I asked him, gesturing to one of the chairs I had in my office.

“You need to stop,” he told me. It was direct and simple. A demand. He remained standing, rather than taking a seat. A power move. Time to show Calum Hood just who the fuck he thought he was fucking with.

“I’m sorry?” I blinked, meeting his gaze and holding it steady. Keep it cool. Play it dumb.

“With Ash. Stop it. Whatever this thing is. End it. Now.” Again, the words were direct. No malice. No begging. As simple as asking someone to pass him the salt.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re getting at.”

“What’s your angle here?” he demanded, his brown eyes hardening, his arms crossing. Now came the malice. Game on.

“I don’t have an angle, Mr. Hood,” I told him, keeping my arms down at my side, our eyes still locked.

He scoffed, dropping his gaze. “Bullshit.”

“Is that so?” I asked, continuing to remain cool and level-headed. No way I was going to get lectured by Calum “love is a scam” Hood. I turned my computer screen and thrust a copy of his current contract in his hand. “I take my job very seriously, Mr. Hood. When we said we could do better, we meant it.”

“This is my current contract,” he scoffed again, shaking the document in his hand at me.

“And this,” I gestured at the computer, “is my offer. Giving your band total control in every aspect of your lives. We want to represent 5SOS, Mr. Hood, not the other way around. There’s no ulterior motive here at play. This is my offer. Take it or walk, I don’t really care. But this ‘thing’ as you so lovingly called it I have with Ashton? That’s personal, and frankly none of your concern.”

His eyes squinted as he stepped forward to look at my computer screen.

“Oh, and I already have a tour lined up for 5SOS with Waterparks. Co-headliners with a small opening act. You each get a 75 minute set. Better get started on that setlist,” I told him, dual-screening my computer so he could see the tour dates. “There’s also a week long press tour of sorts. Just interviews around here to generate buzz.”

“These are a year out. What if you and Ash break up?” he asked, finally getting to the point. His eyes still had a hard edge to them, when they locked back on mine, but it wasn’t as stoney as before. This was worry. He cared about his friend, that much was obvious. I would admire it more if it wasn’t at my expense.

“What if we don’t?” I countered. Then, “Don’t answer that. The answer is the same either way. Nothing happens. I’m a professional. If my company represents your band, then my company represents your band. Plain and simple. Your account will most likely get passed to an associate anyhow. There’s no real conflict in interest, here, only the imagined one you, and I assume the rest of the world, want to see.”

While his eyes showed him weakening in his stoic stance, he still had fight left in him. “You’d rather risk losing us as a potential client, than break things off with Ash.”

I shrugged. “I have other clients, Calum. Waterparks is already preparing to headline the Punk Rarities Tour by themselves. The only loss here is your band’s. Seems a bit selfish of you to keep them from what is an amazing offer just because you have your own reservations. But, that’s neither here nor there. Point is, I’m not walking away from my relationship with Ashton. I’m serious about your band, and I’m serious about him.”

“You barely know him!”

His temper flare, brought out my irritated professionalism again. Damn, just as I was back to the middle ground. What a shame. “Yes, I do believe that’s why they call it ‘dating,’ Mr. Hood. You should try it sometime. Too bad your current contract is a bit… hmm, let’s use the term ‘restrictive’ in that area. If only there was a management company that didn’t give a damn who you choose to associate yourself with. Oh… wait, that would be this company, now wouldn’t it?”

“This is stupid, you know that right? The rumors this is gonna cause when your relationship gets outted? It’s gonna be a total shitshow. Are you prepared for that?”

I narrowed my eyes at him with his nasty snarl that seemed out of place on a man so pretty. “Nobody’s holding a gun to your head, Mr. Hood. You and your band are free to walk away from my offer. So what are you really scared of here? Scared that I might break your friend’s heart? Or scared that my company can and will do better for you and your band?”

“I’m not scared of anything,” was the cold reply.

“Could’ve fooled me,” I replied, just as cooly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, Mr. Hood, I have work to do.”

“This isn’t over,” he huffed, stalking out of my office.

“Merely the beginning,” I said to his retreating back.

~Ashton~

“Cal, how could you?!” I rounded on my friend when he came back to the hotel from his morning “walk.” “I really like her! You could’ve fucked everything up for me!”

“More than you could’ve fucked this up for all of us over a stupid crush?!” he yelled back.

“She’s not like that!”

“How do you know?! You’ve known her for what? 24 hours?! How do you know she’s not seducing you to sign us?!”

“I just do, okay?!” His sullenness was already making my stomach churn, but his outright hostility was taking it too far. If he wanted to blame someone, he should be blaming Mike for sending the text in the first place. But no. Instead he stormed into my girlfriend’s office and raised hell. But yeah, me and her were the unprofessional ones. Sure. That was fair… I was about to continue tearing into him, but all our phones pinging had me stopping in my tracks.

I opened the email on my phone. It had 3 attachments and a simple message:

Dear 5SOS,

Meet me at 2pm today to discuss the attached files. No excuses. I know you’re still in town.

Shay Gibson

Head of Legal Department

C.S Management

~~~

“Shay, 5SOS is here to see you,” the receptionist said into the phone.

“Thank you, Maya, I’ll be right there,” Shay’s voice said through the speaker. Then, she was in front of us, the epitome of professional in a grey blazer covering a flowery blouse, fitted skinny black slacks showing off her small curves, her black heels clicking along the floor. “Ashton, Luke, Mike, Mr. Hood, good to see you all again,” she greeted, her voice holding a small edge to it. “If you’ll follow me, please,” she continued, turning and leading us into the same conference room we were in yesterday, where 2 folders were placed in front of each of the 5 seats. “So, blue folder is your current contract with your current management system. Red is C. S. Management’s contract. I’ve taken the liberty of highlighting key differences in each contract so you know exactly what’s different. Basically, I’m keeping what I liked and tweaking what should have been tweaked the day you stopped touring with One Direction. Also in red folder you’ll find the Punk Rarities Tour which you will have a 75 minute set as co-headliners with Waterparks and Lucky Mess as your opening act. I highly suggest you make sure your passports are up to date, and that you don’t lose them, Mike.” Her eyes danced playfully behind her black frames as her gaze shifted to the shorter of the blondes who looked down sheepishly.

“How did she know?” Mike whispered.

“I know everything,” she whispered back with a wink. “Now, as I was telling Mr. Hood this morning, there is also a week long interview press tour of sorts before the actual world tour takes place.” It was the second time she had referred to Calum as “Mr. Hood” and I knew she was doing it on purpose. Being friendly with us and cold with him. I smirked to myself. It wasn’t like he didn’t deserve it.

“This is great and all but 1.) we’re still in a contract and 2.) where’s Miss Toliver?” Luke asked.

“Oh, see you are smart! Luke, your contract with C. S. Management takes effect the second your current contract ends. You and your bandmates just need to sign it of course, and not sign a new one with your current company. That leaves plenty of time for any amendments and revisions to make sure this contract is exactly what every single one of you wants. As for my business partner, she‘ll take a more hands-on approach once 5SOS becomes a client. I just handle contracts and scheduling.”

“This tour looks long…” Mike said.

“It is,” Shay agreed. “Waterparks wanted to make themselves as accessible as possible to their fanbase, so I did what I could to make that happen. If a conflict of interest arises, we’re more than prepared to handle it. We’re very… flexible here at C.S. Management.”

“Look, no jumping all over the place other,” I said, looking at the cities tied to the tour dates. “Just a simple zigzag, up and down.”

“Yeah, I was never fond of the idea of jumping recklessly all over the map,” she said, with a small smug look. “I like order.”

“Do we have to make a decision now?” Luke asked, his blue eyes scared. I didn’t blame him. This was all happening so fast. Much faster than our first contract when we became a band. That’s because you’re established now, my brain told me, you’re no longer those punk high school dropouts from Sydney. Hey! I didn’t drop out... These are your thoughts. Focus!

Shay shook her head. “No, not at all. Please feel free to take the time to look everything over. Let me know if you have any questions, or need me to adjust certain aspects. I don’t need a decision from 5SOS until the end of November. And even then, I’ll tell you the same thing I told Mr. Hood, I don’t really care if you take the offer or not.”

“Wow, you sure are confident in yourself,” Calum scoffed.

“I know what my company is capable of Mr. Hood. I know we can do better for your band than what you’ve been getting. Which isn’t bad, by the way, it’s just child’s play, and you’re men now. You have been for a while. I’m open to working with 5SOS to ensure the band gets the best management possible. Whether or not you choose to take me as seriously as I’m willing to take your band, that’s on you.”

“And this isn’t some ploy? Cal said that you might be using Ash to get at us,” Luke put in.

Shay rolled her eyes, clearly sick of the back and forth she was having both with herself and with the rest of the world about our forming relationship. “Could you excuse me for a minute?” she asked, a smile on her face that I didn’t like the look of. She didn’t wait for an answer as she turned on her heel. We watched her go and I watched as another worker’s eyes went wide as she nodded her head wildly. Some words were exchanged and then Raz came out of her office looking frazzled for a brief second before following Shay back to us.

Shay didn’t say a word as she quickly gathered up the red folders and promptly shredded them. “I am good at my job. I earned everything I have with my brain, not with what’s between my legs,” she spoke, her tone sharp as she continued shredding folder after folder while we watched her in horror. She looked down at the shredder as she pushed the last folder through it with a blank expression. “Pity. That was some of my best work, too. I’ll leave you in the hands of the professional, now, gentlemen,” she said with a look towards Calum and Raz specifically. It was a terrifying look, eerily calm with a cutting look. “Enjoy the rest of your stay,” she added before strolling back out of the office.

Again, I watched her go, completely stunned. What was that quote? Though she be but little, she is fierce? Yeah, that was it. Quotes like that were made about women like Shay.

~~~

“So, is it safe to assume you like rock music?” I asked, leaning my arms on the table as I looked at her.

She smiled over her cup at me. “Yeah, that’s a pretty safe assumption.”

I giggled. “Well, do you only listen to rock, or do you listen to other music?”

“I listen to other music. I enjoy rock music, obviously. I manage rock bands so of course I like rock music. But given the choice, I listen to country.”

“Country?” I asked my eyes going wide.

She laughed. “Yeah. Makes me feel close to my dad.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“Why?” she laughed again. “My dad’s alive, Fletch. But, my parents are divorced. So, mom raised us on 80s rock and 90s grunge. And dad raised us on country.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I said again, not sure what else to say.

She smiled and reached for my hand. “Don’t be. My parents split when I was too young to understand.”

“That still sucks, Shay…” With my own dad not being in the picture and a slew of stepdads in his wake, father issues were not something I was blind to.

She squeezed my hand and continued to smile. “No, it doesn’t. It would suck more if they had stayed unhappy together. My mom had primary custody, but we saw my dad plenty. I have healthy relationships with both my parents, and they have a healthy relationship with each other.”

“You keep saying ‘we.’ Do you have siblings?”

She nodded. “I have one. Well 3, actually, I guess. My older brother. And then a stepbrother and stepsister. Also both older.”

“And the step siblings?”

“One from each stepmom.”

“You have 2 stepmoms?”

She laughed. “Yeah, Mom’s a lesbian. Probably why she was so unhappy with my dad. That, and they were young when they had my brother and me.”

I laughed with her. “Your family dynamics are weird.”

She continued to laugh. “Oh, it gets weirder, trust me. But, there’s plenty of love, which is the important part.”

“So, you’re the baby, huh?”

“Guilty as charged. But, I act older. Or, at least I’ve been asked if I was the older sibling before.”

I chuckled, “I don’t really buy into that birth order nonsense.”

“Neither do I, Fletch, neither do I.”

“You know, you keep calling me that, and it’s really not fair. I don’t even know your middle name.”

“Oh, you do.”

“I do?”

She nodded, a devilish smile on her lips. “Shannon’s my middle name.”

“Well, what’s your first name?”

“Bridget.”

“Oh, so you’re like Irish-Irish,” I teased.

She just laughed. “Yeah, my name’s an Irish trainwreck.”

“So, when did you start going by your middle name?”

“When I moved to New York.”

“Oh shit, really? Where are you from originally?”

“LA,” she smiled.

“You gave up LA for New York? Why?”

“Change of pace. Job opportunity. Law school. Take your pick,” she shrugged, leaning way back in her seat and crossing her arms.

“Did I say something to upset you?”

“No. You’re just asking a lot of questions.”

“I’m trying to get to know you,” I laughed. How did a woman as smart as her not know how dating worked?

“Oh,” she said, uncrossing her arms. “Sorry. I’m not used to talking about myself much.”

“I can tell,” I smiled. She had alluded in our phone call this morning to have been hurt in the past. I wondered if this, along with her hesitation to ask me to slow down last night, was part of that hurt. It both broke my heart and angered me that someone would make her make her doubt herself in any way. But if someone loved her right, she wouldn’t be on a date with you, my brain told me. True. Their loss. My gain. “Must’ve been a hell of a job offer to trade one coast for the other.”

She shrugged, but it was less closed off than her first shrug. “I spent the summer before my last year of college interning at a law firm here in Manhattan. I liked it. They liked me. They offered me a job. I said I live in LA and have a year of school left. They said that was what computers were for. So, when I applied to law schools, I applied out here because that’s where my job was.”

“What caused you to take an internship in New York, anyway? I’m assuming you grew up in LA, went to school there and whatnot. I mean, New York is great and all. But LA is… well it’s LA. That was home, right?”

She nodded. “Yeah. But, uh, I was ready to expand my horizons a bit. And I had a boyfriend who supported it. Or so I thought.”

There is was. The damaging ex-boyfriend “What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, my ex was a sweetheart. He was the one who encouraged me to take the internship in the first place. I’ve always loved New York, but never had the chance to go. So, he was like ‘well here’s your chance, take it.’ So, I did. And it was great. And then I realized he said ‘your chance’ not ‘our chance.’” She shrugged again.

I frowned. That didn’t sound damaging. He sounded… well to steal her words, like a sweetheart. “That’s rough, but, at least he didn’t hold you back.”

She offered me a sad smile as her mind took her backwards through the years. “Yeah, he was always good about that. Part of what made it all so hard, if I’m being honest. We were both making plans for a better life. I just thought it was for us together, not individually.”

“Jesus, I’m sorry,” I said, covering her hands in mine. Who wouldn’t want a life with her?

The sadness left her smile. “That’s the third time you apologized for something that 1.) isn’t your fault and 2.) I moved on from long ago.”

“It’s called sympathy, babes.”

~Shay

May 2020~

“Fletch!” I greeted happily, pulling him in for a hug.

His arms wrapped around me and his head dipped down to burrow into my neck. “Missed you,” he mumbled against my skin.

“Missed you too,” I smiled, running my fingers through his ink-black hair. “How long do I get you?”

“All week. The guys fly in Thursday, and then we all fly out Friday afternoon,” he told me, lifting up his head.

“I get you all to myself for a whole week? Wow, lucky me.”

“Lucky you? Lucky me. Now, get in here,” he said, tugging me into his hotel room.

~~~

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Summary: Belle can’t wait to celebrate Valentine’s Day with Gold, but when she realizes he’s acting strange, she thinks their relationship might be in trouble. A/N: Sequel to Cufflinks Written for @a-monthly-rumbelling February: Poetry, Rowboat, Handmade gifts, Rain, Cuddle. Thanks @galactic-pirates and @maplesyrupao3, you guys are aces. Rating: G Word Count: 4100

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It was no ordinary Thursday morning.

Belle flew up the seven flights of stairs to the office, excited to see Gold and give him the first of many kisses on one of her favorite days of the year—Valentine’s Day. For the dozenth time since she’d left her apartment, she patted her pocket to make sure his present was still there. Wrapped in red paper and tied with a glossy white ribbon, the little box was snug and secure inside her coat, right where she put it this morning. This time there would be no losing it.

A little over a year ago, she’d given Gold a set of antique book cufflinks in the office Secret Santa gift exchange. Since then, he’d insisted on wearing them every single day. After today he would have choice. The double hearts fashioned from rose gold were understated, elegant, and charming. Two hearts entwined—like Belle and Gold had been since last year’s New Year’s Eve Party. She hoped wearing them would make him think of the two of them together and imagine a happy future.

“Someone’s all dressed up today.” Ruby gave an admiring whistle when Belle passed her work station on the way to Gold’s office. “Love the stockings, girl.”

Belle looked down at her thighs with a grin. There were little pink hearts embroidered all over her black fishnet stockings. Paired with her black leather pencil skirt and lacy red top, she felt flirty and a little daring. She admired Ruby’s red silk button-down tucked into hip-hugging black pants. “Thanks! Looking pretty hot yourself, love.”

Gold’s office door was closed, so she stopped at the coffee station adjacent to Ruby’s desk for a morning pick-me-up. The countertop had been turned into a buffet of baked goods and sweet treats to celebrate Love Day. Pink donuts, chocolate-dipped strawberries, and bowls of candy covered every square inch of granite. Here at the Regal Marketing Company, they knew how to do holidays properly.

“Anything to eat around here?” she joked, selecting a miniature heart-shaped cheese Danish and a handful of peanut butter M&Ms. “I could smell all this coming up the stairs.”

“Right? I’ve been waiting for you to get here so we can split a piece of that. ” Ruby tipped her crimson beret toward a towering chocolate cake. “Thank God somebody around here knows how to turn on an oven. I think Mary Margaret and Regina were up all night baking.”

Belle gave her a knowing look. “What you lack in the kitchen you make up for by taking on grizzly reporters and shiny television personalities,” Belle split a generous wedge of cake with a knife.

Ruby relied on takeout and frozen dinners on all the days ending in ‘y,’ but her media pitching abilities were legendary. They called her the Ball Machine because she never wore out on the phone and would badger reporters nonstop until they covered her clients’ stories.

Ruby grinned at the praise. “How did you get to be so amazing?”

“Years of practice,” she teased, handing Ruby her share of the cake. “Plans today?”

“A movie with Archie. Then who knows? What about you?” Ruby took her first bite of cake and moaned. “I wouldn’t call it better than sex, but it’s good. Damn good.”

Belle sucked a finger full of frosting into her mouth and murmured in agreement. Rich, dark, and delicious. Chocolate cake was a lot like love, she thought, licking the fork. Rich, sweet, addictive, and at times, strangely complicated. At least when your boyfriend was Darach Gold.

“Today I have lunch with Gold. Tonight I have dinner with Gold.”

She poured hot water into her mug and dropped in a bag of PG Tips tea, dunking it up and down while the tea swirled. Gold had been quieter than usual for the past few days, leaving Belle feeling vaguely unsettled. Valentine's Day would help set a happy, romantic mood. A day of spoiling each other was exactly what they needed to regain their equilibrium.

“Don't forget! Tomorrow night, you have plans with your work wife.” Ruby stabbed another forkful of cake. "Drinks at that new martini bar and chocolate is half off at Dark Star Pharmacy. We can ransack the store.”

“I’ll clear out the trunk of my car,” Belle teased.

She glanced at Gold’s office door again. It was still closed, which was unusual. Gold often joked that glaring the team into submission was far more satisfying when the door was open. When she squinted, she could make out the outline of him through the tempered glass, head bent over his desk in concentration. His Mont Blanc was moving at lightning speed. Maybe she could offer some inspiration?

Balancing her plate of treats and steaming mug, she started toward his office.

“I wouldn’t right now, sweetie,” Ruby warned.

“Why not?” That tiny frisson of worry flared to life again. She always stopped to see Gold when she came into work.

“He’s not in the greatest mood this morning.” Ruby lowered her voice. “Some secret project he’s working on, I guess. I brought him the de Vil pitch first thing this morning just like he asked for last night?”

“Yeah?” Belle nibbled her Danish and frowned again at Gold’s closed door.

“When I knocked and opened the door her growled at me and threw a balled-up piece of pink paper at my head. He told me to look at everything from a fresh angle right before he slammed the door in my face.”

Gold had been acting a little strange for the past few days, but Belle had been trying to ignore his pensive moods, deciding it was work stress. He was probably on deadline. Then again, it was a marketing company: they were always on deadline.

“Sorry, Rubes.” Belle forced a shrug, trying not to show her growing concern. “I’ll take him out for lunch today and try to cheer him up.”

“Please. Do it for the team.” Ruby stuck out her lower lip in a pout. “He hasn’t been this pissy at work since before you guys started dating. Last week when he heard me pitching Sydney Glass about the student video contest Storybrooke Bank is hosting, he actually paid me a compliment. I want that Gold back.”

An unpleasant chill chased up Belle’s spine. Gold had said goodbye quickly last night when he took her home after dinner, but they were both in a hurry to get out of the ice-cold February rain.

Her hunger waning, she pushed aside her plate of sweets and took a bracing gulp of her strong, black tea. “You don’t think he’s planning to break up with me, do you?”

The words sounded stupid as soon as they were out. There were a dozen reasons Gold could be stressed. Was he thinking of taking a new job out of state? Headhunters called him daily, begging him to come and restructure their firms. Stop it, Belle. He’s not going anywhere. She had a terrible habit of letting her imagination run away with her and jumping to all sorts of outlandish conclusions.

“What?” Ruby looked up from her cake. “What would make you think...? Oh! No, babe, no, wherever your mind’s gone bring it back. I didn’t mean Gold had gone all pre-Belle on us. I guess maybe I was exaggerating a little. In general, he’s happier than I’ve ever seen him.”

Ruby was right. She needed to rein it in. Belle wrapped her hands around her mug, welcoming the warmth into her chilled fingers. “You mean it?”

“Absolutely.” She polished off her cake and moved on to a chocolate chip muffin. “If nothing else, you’ve taken fifteen years’ worth of wrinkles off his face and added them to the end of his life.”

“Wrinkles?” Belle scowled. “They’re laugh lines and they make him look distinguished.”

Ruby shook her head and flicked a chocolate chip off her finger. “You two are nauseating. Honestly, Belle, don’t worry. It’s nothing more than a rough day.”

During Belle and Gold’s walk back to the office after lunch, she tried to put the idea of him calling it quits on their thirteen-month relationship out of her mind.

She tried not to think about the vague excuse Gold made last night about having to rush home in the rain for an emergency conference call when she suggested cuddling on the couch with a movie. She tried not to think about the daggers he’d glared at David Nolan yesterday when he suggested they change their plans in favor of a double-date for Valentine’s Day. And she tried not to think about the absent-minded way he’d picked at his lunch today, dissecting fries with his fork and rotating his hamburger to all four corners of the plate.

He’d spilled his glass of iced tea down the front of her blouse and smeared ketchup on his tie. Their conversation was stilted and awkward and when she asked him what was wrong, he blamed work and lack of sleep. But she’d been at his house four nights out of the last seven and he seemed to be sleeping— and not sleeping—with mind-blowingly orgasmic results.

When the waitress cleared their half-eaten plates, she tried to lift his mood by giving him the cufflinks. While she pinned them onto his shirtsleeves, he thanked her sweetly then fell silent for the rest of the hour. He remained preoccupied for the entire two-block walk back to the office building, his hair falling over his cheeks while he focused on avoiding the cracks in the sidewalk.

“I’m sorry about lunch, especially the iced tea,” he said when they approached their building. He opened the door for her, his wan smile not quite reaching his eyes.

“It’s okay.” Belle patted his shoulder. “I can wear my sweater over my blouse for the rest of the day.”

Another stiff smile and a frozen nod were her only answers. This morning she’d been obliviously happy and in love. Now it seemed signs and warnings that something was wrong were popping up everywhere.

She didn’t know what was bothering him and after Ruby’s comments this morning, she was afraid to find out. Could he have gone to the doctor and gotten bad news? Was last night’s conference call an interview with another firm? Hiding solved nothing, her mother often chided, but all she wanted was to go back to her desk and dive into the box of chocolate-covered cherries hidden in the bottom drawer. Chocolate was her favorite way of obliterating her problems. That’s why God had created it.

“Would you mind if we took the Dinosaur instead of the stairs?” He gestured toward the building’s ancient elevator, which they always avoided unless they had time to kill. “My ankle is sore today.”

She nodded, huddling into the back corner of the elevator for the interminable ride to the seventh floor.

“Belle,” Gold began when the doors creaked closed, “there’s been something on my mind. Something I must do, but I’ve been worried about doing it properly.”

She sank her teeth into her lower lip, trying to hold back a cry of distress. It was ironic. All day long she’d been trying to figure out what was bothering him and now, when faced with the possibility that she was the problem, she didn’t want to know.

As they climbed floors, she watched the arrow at the top of the elevator slowly start to move like the rising—or perhaps, in this case, the setting—of the sun. Stupid Dinosaur, taking its sweet time as usual. “Are you sure you don’t want to call me later?” she choked out. “Send a text?”

Coward.

“No, I’m sorry.” A muscle in his jaw ticked, a row of furrows lining his brow. “This needs to be said in person.”

“Now?” she squeaked, leaning back against the wood paneling for support. “In the Dinosaur?”

“Yes.” The elevator doors opened with a whine. “Hold the doors open and wait here, please.”

Spotting David and Mary Margaret standing nearby, she searched for an excuse. She didn’t want to be humiliated in public. “Is there some way... maybe we should speak about this privately? We could go to your office-”

“No.” He shook his head, his lips twisting into that stubborn little line she’d grown to know and love so well. “It has to be here. I’ll be back in a moment.”

Dejected, she nodded, a strange wave of déjà vu crashing over her as he walked away. A crowd of their coworkers was gathering around the elevator, their curious murmurs making the office hum with noise. It was like last New Year’s Eve all over again. Sure, the embarrassing scene where she announced her crush on Gold to the entire office had turned out well, but his bizarre behavior today was making her crazy!

She held down the button to keep the doors open, trying not to pay attention to the mix of inquisitive and sympathetic faces collecting around the elevator. Ashley left her post and slid onto one of the empty temporary work desks, eyeing her with interest, while Mulan and Merida came out of the conference room and hovered. Belle craned her neck around the corner to look for Ruby, but she was nowhere in sight.

Her fingers were starting to ache from holding down the Open Door button. Objecting to being held in place for so long, the Dinosaur fussed like a toddler who had been denied a cookie.

Cursing under his breath, Gold rushed to his office, his cane eating up the carpet.

Holidays—once a jumble of numbers and letters on the calendar he studiously ignored—had become a matter of utmost importance.

It wasn’t only Christmastime Belle loved, he discovered shortly after they started dating. She made a special point of throwing herself into all the holidays. Over the past year, they’d sung bawdy songs at McClain’s Bar over pints of Guinness on Saint Patty’s Day, helped dye eggs for a children’s Easter egg hunt, and set off fireworks on her parents’ backyard deck after consuming a giant bowl of dilled potato salad, something called a poke cake, and his first hamburger in five years, seared to a perfect medium and crowned with extra pickles. In November, after they’d eaten her dad’s “world famous” smoked turkey and all the trimmings at Thanksgiving dinner, Belle sweet-talked him into stringing up lights and decorating a fat little blue spruce at her apartment. The next day they bought a tree for his house and he hung a wreath on the door for the first time in countless Christmases.

He was taking time, smelling roses, living life to the fullest—experiencing every wonderful cliché in the universe. At some point, he had allowed the Americans’ punishing Puritan work ethic to control his life to the point where he was putting in more time than any American on the company’s staff. Thanks to Belle, these days he could be found in his office much less frequently. With her at the center of his days instead of work, life was colorful and fun.

Or it had been. Until today.

Valentine’s Day lunch with Belle had been a fiasco. After he dropped his menu under the table, spilled ketchup on himself, and burped loud enough to turn the heads of the patrons in the booth behind them, Belle had surprised him with a new pair of cufflinks. The twin hearts were a sweet echo of her first present to him—the antique book cufflinks that had become his instant favorites last New Year’s Eve—but he’d barely managed to utter a thank you.

What had he been thinking, taking her around the corner to the local diner for Valentine’s Day? Belle deserved a quiet, private, romantic date where he could shower her with all the affection and attention she deserved.

Somewhere between placing their orders and the blessed arrival of the check, she’d gone quiet and started gnawing her lip, a sure sign she was disappointed. The unnerving silence stretched between them for the rest of the lunch hour, multiplying his terror. After his awkwardness today, she might not want to spend any holidays with him anymore, let alone the rest of Valentine’s Day.

And after a full year of special days spent together, he knew the only holiday Belle loved almost as much as Christmas was Valentine’s Day. Yesterday, she’d burst into his office carrying armfuls of streamers strung together from paper hearts and taped them all over his walls and windows. Love links she pronounced them, and looking at the cheerful red, pink, and white construction paper chains, he couldn’t have agreed more.

“What can I say, I’m in love with love,” she’d teased, rocking up on the balls of her feet to kiss him.

It suddenly occurred to him that of all the wonderful holiday traditions they had established as a couple, every one of them had been Belle’s idea. The barbecues, the fireworks, the decorations—all came from the heart and mind of Belle French.

He wanted to do something impulsively wonderful for her in return—give her something he couldn’t find in any store. Seeing her homemade streamers hanging in his office this morning inspired him, and he’d spent every minute from his first 6 a.m. cup of coffee until lunchtime making his surprise.

Now that it was time to take action, he was a bundle of nerves. What if she hated it? Rejected it? Told him she couldn’t accept a bumbling idiot who couldn’t get through lunch without embarrassing himself and her in the process?

“Then I’ll just move to another continent,” he muttered. He straightened his tie, took a deep breath, and picked up the jar.

Gold reappeared, looking more serious than ever, and reentered the whining elevator. He hadn’t been gone more than two minutes, but for Belle, it may as well have been two years.

He was holding one hand behind his back and her heart thudded in quick, nervous beats. Rational thought had been drowned out by the rabbit hole of paranoia she had fallen down. Like a pinball machine, her mind ricocheted from scenario to scenario. She couldn’t stop going to bed with Gold one day and wake up and work with him the next.

Quitting would be her only option, and the non-compete she signed back when she joined the firm would make finding another job heinous.

There was also the tiny problem that she was head-over-heels in love with him.

With the butt of his cane, Gold smacked the emergency button, shutting up the whining Dinosaur and keeping the doors open. “Little trick I learned,” he said with a wink.

She tried to smile but it felt more like a grimace and her lips stung from biting down on them.

From behind his back, he produced a glass jar stuffed full of pink slips of paper covered in black ink. Belle frowned in confusion.

He thrust the jar toward her, a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. “Open this, please.”

Curiosity flared to life, and Belle wrapped her hands around the cool glass. “What is it?”

“Open it and find out.” His voice shook as he spoke.

Trembling, she unscrewed the lid and pulled out one of the little rectangles, her heart hammering and her mouth dry. “‘I love the way you drink tea,’” she read out loud. She took out another slip of paper and unfolded it. “‘I love your curiosity and enthusiasm for life.’”

There were dozens of them, each covered in his distinctive, spidery scrawl. Belle was awestruck. It was the sweetest, most beautiful gift she could have imagined. And when she looked up to tell him so, he was kneeling in the middle of the elevator, his cane on the floor next to him.

“Darach,” she whispered, drawing the precious jar back against her chest, “what are you doing?”

“I couldn’t decide what to say, so I started writing down all the reasons why I love you.” He offered her a lopsided smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “There are so many wonderful things about you, Belle. So I decided to keep going. By the time I was finished, I’d written one for every single day of the year from now until next Valentine’s Day.”

He took a small, leather box from his jacket pocket.

“Are you...is this?” She clutched the jar, tears of relief and joy springing to her eyes. “I thought you might be sick or leaving the firm or even…” She swallowed, embarrassed by her lack of faith in him in light of such a beautiful present. “I thought maybe you were breaking up with me.”

“Sweetheart, no. Never.” He gazed up at her from his place on the floor, his heart in his eyes. “I’m so sorry I worried you. I would never do anything like decide to move away without discussing it with you first. And if I were sick, you would be the first to know. I was trying to be spontaneous and I suppose, well, I suppose I was a bit frazzled.”

“Only a little,” she acknowledged, beaming. Already her fears and misgivings were melting away, like icicles in the sunshine. He’d been preoccupied with surprising her, the sweet, darling man. “I’m sorry, too. I guess I went kinda crazy there for a while.”

“This is what Gold is like when he gets nervous,” Regina called out, reminding them that the entire team was watching Gold’s proposal and hanging on every word of their conversation. “Welcome to my life, people.”

“Thank you, Regina.” Gold’s mocking tone echoed through the office. “Subtlety never has been your strong suit, dearie.”

Everyone laughed, shattering what was left of the tension.

He held up the little box in his palm. “Belle, I’ve been carrying this around for weeks, waiting for the perfect moment. But there’s no such thing, so today is the day.”

“I called your parents last night,” he added in a rush. “To let them know. Your dad laughed and said I was asking the wrong person’s permission. Your mother cried into the phone the entire time, so I think she was pleased?”

Belle laughed while fat tears rolled down her cheeks. “Was that the ‘emergency conference call’ that had you running away from me in the rain?”

“It was.” He nodded sheepishly. “Would you put down the jar for a minute, sweetheart? I want to ask you a question.”

Legs wobbling, she did as he asked and he took her hands, his thumbs massaging her wrists in gentle circles. She couldn’t believe he was proposing and she was giddy with excitement.

“Belle, my life has been nothing but wonderful since you came into it. My one and only regret is that it took me so long to see what was right in front of me. I know this is our second Valentine’s Day as a couple, but I hope it will be our first Valentine’s Day as an engaged couple. Nothing would make me happier than spending the rest of my life loving you and celebrating all the holidays with you as my wife.” He paused to press his thumbs against her pulse, which was thudding like mad. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” She helped him to his feet, laughing and crying while he slid the ring on her finger, a rose-cut center diamond set in rose gold and surrounded by a double halo of diamonds. She flung herself into his arms, sending him careening back against the wall of the elevator, the Dinosaur thumping in protest at being abused. “Yes!” she shouted again, “I would love to marry you.”

The office broke out in cheers and applause. Regina was grinning from ear-to-ear, Ruby was whistling and waving, and David cupped his hands around his mouth like a megaphone to shout, “It’s about time!”

Gold tucked her against his side and leaned down to whisper in her ear, trying to be heard over the shouts of the team. “We’ve certainly made a spectacle of ourselves today, haven’t we, Miss French?”

“Thanks to you, Mr. Gold.” Belle tightened her arms around his waist, clinging to him with all her might. She wasn’t going to let him go anytime soon.

“Well, I figured if you were going to make the grand gesture of falling out of the elevator and into my arms on New Year’s Eve, I owed you a very spectacular, very public marriage proposal on Valentine’s Day.” His dancing dimples told her he was quite pleased with himself.

“You don’t owe me anything of the sort.” She slid her hand up his arm and into his hair, rubbing the back of his neck the way she knew he loved. “And you don’t have to be spontaneous to make me happy. I love you exactly the way you are, Darach. Plans, glares, ties covered in ketchup and all.”

“Even when I douse you in iced tea?”

She leaned in for another kiss. “Especially then.”

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A/N: Heyyy look who finally finished a GG fic, and it’s not even one I had planned. This is set post S6 finale. A little NJBC angst. Enjoy!

the bottles always there (when I have nowhere else to turn)

He’s in Sydney when he hears news of Serena’s engagement.

It doesn’t come as a surprise but it still stings in a way that it shouldn’t. It’s been years since they dated and almost six months since he’s even seen her.

Chuck is the one that breaks the news, tells Nate that him and Blair were asked to host the event but he wanted to make sure Nate wouldn’t have a problem with it. He’s never been able to hide his feelings from his best friend and while it’s going to hurt like hell to watch the woman he’s been in love with for most of his life marry someone else, he’s not going to stand in her way of happiness. He leaves his phone in the room, tells himself he’s just not responding because of the time difference, and makes his way to the elevator.

He plants himself down on a barstool in the hotel bar, orders a beer and tells the bartender to keep them coming.

“Tough night?” She asks in a light Australian accent, a pretty brunette that looks nothing like Serena and for that he’s eternally grateful.

“The love of my life is getting married,” he says and raises the bottle, tips it in her direction before taking a long pull. She smiles sadly at him, pulls a shot glass from under the counter and fills it up with vodka.

“I think you need this. On the house, o’course.”

He thanks her, downing the shot without a chaser. It’s not like him to drink away his problems, he’s seen enough of that in his lifetime to curb the cravings but right now this bottle in this bar in this country is the only thing keeping him sane.

“Does she know?”

Nate looks up from where he’s peeling the label off his third bottle. “Who?” It’s a dumb question but he asks it anyway.

“The woman you love. Does she know how you feel?”

He shrugs, finishes off the bottle with one last swing and sets it down harder than he needs to on the bar. “Doesn’t matter. She made her choice a long time ago.”

He doesn’t know how he makes it back to his room in one piece.

When he wakes up his shoes are still on, his suit pants rumpled and his phone is lying next to him on the bed. He scrambles for it, hoping to God he didn’t drunk dial or text Serena in his intoxicated state.

There’s only one outgoing message but it’s to Chuck, he realizes with relief. Until he reads it and sees that it’s past the point of no return.

It’s okay with me. Send her my love.

***

It’s an easy routine for him to fall into, one of the doting husband and father.

Henry is a great kid, already so smart and a perfect mix of both of his parents. When Chuck looks into the eyes of his son he sees Blair’s spirit and tenacity, but also her kindness and compassion. And, if judging by the outfit his son is currently wearing, he got his sense of fashion from his father. It’s barely eight am and yet his son is already dressed in black slacks, a white cashmere sweater and a pair of Italian loafers.

“Daddy!” Henry calls happily when he runs in and flings himself at Chuck, who’s reading the Post at their kitchen table. They try to spend as much time at home as they can, especially in the mornings and at bedtime. It’s not easy when they are both running their own companies but it’s worth it, to see his family every morning when he wakes up and every night before he falls asleep.

“Good morning, Henry. Did you sleep well?”

Henry widens his eyes and his arms at the same time. “Like a log, Dad. You know like those really big ones down at the duck pond!”

Chuck laughs, drops a kiss to his son’s head and looks up when his wife comes into the room. The smile drops from his face when he sees her brown eyes glistening with tears.

“Dorota,” he calls and the woman bustles in. “Can you please keep an eye on Henry for a moment?”

“Of course, Mister Chuck.”

Blair doesn’t say anything, just lets Chuck take her hand and lead her into the living room, which is enough on its own to completely freak him out.

“Blair, what’s wrong?” He asks when they are alone and she sighs, sits down on the couch and pats the space next to him. “You’re kind of scaring me here. Please tell me what’s going on.” He finally sits and she pulls his hand onto her lap.

“I’m not sure how to tell you this,” she says softly. “I just got off the phone with Dr. Brown. He said that the results of my fertility tests aren’t good. The chances of us having another baby without help are slim to none.”

It’s been something they have talked about since Henry was a year old, when to give him a brother or a sister. At first they took the whatever happens, happens approach. When Henry was three they decided to actually try but it’s been almost three years and still no luck.

“Okay,” he says, thinking of the right way to navigate the conversation. “We have all of the resources we need, Blair. If we need help, we’ll find a way. Hell, we can adopt. This isn’t the end of anything.”

Her pretty brown eyes are sparkling with tears when she looks up at him. “Then why does it feel like it is?”

Chuck reaches for her hand but she shakes her head, tells him that she just needs to be alone for a little while, and leaves him by himself in the living room.

He blows off his lunch with Lily, makes up an excuse that he doesn’t think makes sense and promises her that he’ll make it up to her. Instead he goes home, pours two fingers of scotch and sits behind the desk in his office. When his glass is empty he fills it up again, and then again, and finally once more.

There’s no way he’s going to make it to any of his meetings for the rest of the day so he texts his assistant, asks him to move everything until tomorrow, and tosses his phone on his desk.

It’s been a long time since he’s dulled the pain of something like this but right now it feels fitting. He’s a good father and a good husband, he knows this. But right now he feels like the old Chuck. Powerful but powerless. Unable to give the woman he loves everything her heart desires.

So he sits in the dark like he would have before, lets the sun go down and drowns his pain the only way he remembers how.

***

Her marriage ends only two short years after it begins.

If she’s being honest with herself, she should have seen it coming. Dan was a social climber in disguise, always looking for a way in and a step up. The start of the marriage was like a dream, parties and events every weekend. A handsome man on her arm that she was proud to call her husband.

But then one day it changed. He cared more about getting ahead than he did about their relationship. It made her question everything. Was he only with her because of who she was and her status on the Upper East Side? Did he love her or the idea of her?

Why did she marry someone that spent years tearing her down for the world to see?

Blair is the first person she tells and she can see the look of relief on her best friend’s face, even though she’s trying to be supportive.

“I’m so sorry, S.” Blair rests her hand on her growing baby bump. Serena feels like a divorce is small potatoes compared to the year Blair and Chuck have had but then thinks, no, that’s not fair. Her problems are just as valid, if not more, because they are hers.

“I am too,” Serena says, curling her legs up underneath her. “I really wanted the first time I got married to be the only time.”

“Hey, don’t knock second marriages,” Blair jokes. “Sometimes it’s for the best.”

Later that night, when she’s alone in her suite at the Empire, she pours a glass of wine and sits down next to a window looking out over the city.

She’s mourning but she’s not sure exactly which Dan she misses the most. Her partner, who was supposed to be her equal in everything. Her husband, who looked good in the photographs lining their fireplace mantle. Her friend, the one that told her time and time again that her happiness meant everything to him.

The bottle of wine doesn’t last longer than an hour and then she’s on the phone with room service. They tell her that Mr. Bass has given her carte blanche to order whatever she wants and she laughs quietly to herself, orders a three hundred dollar bottle of champagne, and leaves a tip she knows he can afford.

If she has to drink away her problems she may as well do it in style.

***

Motherhood is the most rewarding job she’s ever had.

Henry was a dream child, now a child of twelve with the wisdom of someone much older. Her pregnancy happened quickly and the following years with him were easy and carefree, up until he decided to grow up and become a preteen.

It never occurred to her that things might not go as smoothly the second time around.

After months of expensive invitro, they finally conceived. When the doctor told them they were having a little girl Blair swore her heart was going to burst from her chest. Audrey, named after her idol of course, was born happy and healthy right on time.

Now she’s four and runs their entire household. The girl has Chuck wrapped around her dainty little pinky, just like Blair always knew a daughter would. She has a penchant for pink princess dresses, which Blair indulges probably more than she should.

“Mom!”

Henry calls to her from his bedroom and she rolls her eyes, because he’s a great kid but sometimes he’s a little too spoiled for his own good.

“Henry,” she sighs as she pushes open his bedroom door. “How many times do I have to tell you not to scream at me from the other room? Sending a text would be less rude.”

Her son rolls his eyes and she cocks an eyebrow. “Sorry, mom. I just need you to sign this permission form.”

“Permission form for what?”

She watches in amusement as he visibly stops himself from giving her another eye roll. “The Paris trip, remember? My class is going for two weeks over summer break.”

He hands her the paper and she skims it, remembering only vaguely him asking about this. “Does your father know about this?”

“Duh,” he says and she scolds him. “Sorry, yes. Dad knows and he said he doesn’t care if you say it’s okay.”

Blair sighs and signs it, hands it over to him so he can put it in his book bag for the next day. She’s not the biggest fan of her son traveling overseas without them but it’s not as if four of his grandparents aren’t already there.

Three weeks later they are sending their son off to Europe, not for the first time but for the first time without them. Blair sniffles, holds her hands to her heart and Chuck laughs and presses a kiss to her temple.

“Blair, he’s going to be fine.”

“I know that,” she snaps. “We’ve never spent this much time away from him. Aren’t you the smallest bit sad about it?”

His hand tightens slightly on her shoulder. “Of course. He’s my son, I don’t want him an ocean away. But he’s growing up and we have to let him do it.”

Blair sighs, buries her face in her husband’s suit jacket. “I hate it when you make sense.”

A few hours later they are sitting at the Empire bar when Nate and Serena walk in holding hands. Blair smiles sadly at them, having called them to come commiserate the first night of Henry’s trip.

“You two look miserable,” Nate says with a chuckle, bending down to kiss Blair’s cheek. “You know he’s only going to be gone for two weeks, right?”

“Shut up,” Blair says, motioning for the bartender to bring her another mint julep. “I’m going to drown my sorrows and pretend like my son isn’t having the time of his life in my favorite city without his mother.”

“Aww,” Serena says, wrapping her arm around Blair’s shoulders. “You’re such a good mommy, B. I miss him already too.”

Chuck claps his hands once to get everyone’s attention. “Hey! Can we stop sitting around like a bunch of sad assholes and just drink? I feel this may be the only way to get my wife out of her slump and I, for one, would like to get laid tonight.”

Everyone laughs when Blair hits him in the arm but she’s thankful for him trying to lighten the mood.

They sit and drink for hours, Blair stopping to sniffle only a few times. Serena wipes the tears from her cheeks and promises her that Henry will be just fine.

The drinks help wash away her worry but it’s not what calms her down and assuages her fears. It’s the moments like these with her best friends, the people she loves most in the world, that makes her raise a glass in a toast.

“To us,” she says. “May we always have each other for the good times and the bad.”

Everyone raises their glasses and meets in the middle.

“To us.”

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ALASTOR EUGENE MOODY is 31 years old and works as a SENIOR AUROR and is loyal to THE OOTP. he was an HUFFLEPUFF and is a PUREBLOOD. HE looks like BOB MORLEY. ( it’s cami, bitch ! )

alastor comes from two families mostly comprised of aurors and wizengamot members. highly respected, yes. pureblood, yes. but also extremely hated by many people on many sides due to their incessant upholding of the law. his parents, two seasoned aurors, didn’t take this threat lightly and in true moody fashion, let a hint of paranoia snowball. when alastor was still a newborn, the trio moved into an old mansion on a sprawling estate, in a barely inhabited island in northern scotland. their reasoning was that if no one could find them, they couldn’t target their son or them.

the couple had never wanted to have children, and only did so after some family pressure, just so that the bloodline would continue. as such, the family never expanded, and besides nannies, the occasional house elf and a few visits, the enormous labyrinth like house was mostly empty with just the three. and more often than not, just alastor, as the two made their offices their homes. one day he would too.

this isolation was a big deal. yes, he had tutors and nannies and spent a lot of time sitting by himself waiting for his parents in some auror’s office, or even some contact with the few muggle locals, but his childhood up until hogwarts was very solitaire, and silence was far too common. he can’t handle silence now.

the one thing that kept him company was the sky. living so far away from everything, the island’s sky was clear and filled with stars, and alastor loved to observe it. eventually he asked for some books on the matter and a telescope, and that was the beginning of a lifelong passion with astronomy. he’s a stars nerd !! someone talk stars with him !!

at hogwarts he expanded on that passion, along with his curiosity of muggle culture ( turns out he loves their science, books and movies ) and interest in quidditch ( alastor was a somewhat brutal but highly strategistic beater for the hufflepuff team ). he did all of this while also achieving some of the highest grades of his year, even if nothing made him as passionate as those 3 - but he knew his place, as desperate as that made him. alastor was a moody. he was meant to become an auror, like his father, like his mother, like others before them.

hogwarts was always the time in which alastor was at his most trusting. without the loneliness of his home-life and the pressure that came after school, alastor was welcoming and formed some of his strongest connections !!

sydney moody, his father, died during alastor’s 6th year. he’d been to many funerals before, relatives killed on the job, family friends too, but that was different. the moodys had never been particularly affectionate people ( something he’s vowed to not copy once he has his own children ), and alastor grew up aware that his parents would have rather lived without children, despite loving him very much. however, his death was a sudden reminder of how quickly people could be gone and it sort of brought him into his current war mindset.

his mother died in the middle of his first year of auror training. she didn’t live to see him become what she loved most and she was so so close, i’m sad.

alastor needed to honor their legacy, even if it killed him. despite all the rumours of nepotism or ‘he’s just getting these cases because they pity the moodys’ , alastor rose up quicker than most in his class. little sleep, lots of caffeine and ruthless slightly unlawful methods got shit done, impressed his superiors and got him the best most brutal cases. he’s now a highly respected auror, and even though he gets into trouble weekly due to his methods, he gets the results. no one can argue against that.

he trained with amelia bones, even grew up with amelia bones at hogwarts, and now she’s his work partner both with the aurors and at the order. alastor is constantly glad she’s the head of the office, otherwise he’d listen to no authority at all. also did i mention that they’re in love? making heart eyes at each other? longing looks they can never turn into actions? unspoken sparks? i hurt. talking about amelia always makes him smile.

*breaks the law* *tries to duct tape it back together*

was in the order of the phoenix from very early on. dumbledore trusts him, his skills and especially that he’ll do what it takes, whether it costs him soul, life or limb, to win the war. alastor is very much aware of his purpose, and can often be found leading missions, organising them, commanding meetings. he hates leadership positions, but keeps finding himself thrown into them.

has an impressive collection of scars, some from regular auror work, many from order missions. as of right now, the most notorious one is all across the left side of his face, temple to jaw, and there are so many more to come.

he LOVED tutoring back at hogwarts, did it all the time. ever since he became an auror, alastor tries to help out trainees whenever he can, especially those in risk of being cut out of the program. loves teaching auror skills and duelling to people at the order. just loves sharing knowledge so so much.

secretly plans on, once the war is over, quit auror work and go study astronomy. maybe teach !! never will

his loyalty will be the death of him. of all the hufflepuff qualities, his undying loyalty stands out as once it’s earned, very very hardly can it be taken away. he’ll do unspeakable things for those he’s loyal to and he can be so so blind for them !! a big proof of this is AUGUSTUS ROOKWOOD - he should doubt him, as he does most people, but the thought will never cross his mind because he trusts until death. this will come up in the future again, with mundungus :(( his loyalty kills him i’m

has an interest in the THEORY of dark magic and in dark magic artifacts, and collects them. can often be found in shady bars and stores making himself illegal deals yikes

is an observer and at heart, a detective. notices the little details and especially patterns, movements, twitches. long before he got his magical eye, having a conversation with alastor moody felt like he was watching you from every angle, outside and within.

he has SUCH a big heart. listen to me, the moody family is a well established thing. he sees someone he identifies with?? someone he understands ?? someone who needs protection and care and love? he adopts. bruce wayne who?? he loves his moody kids and is always open for more, what a dad

has an addictive personality and he knows it. that’s why he doesn’t drink, doesn’t smoke, doesn’t do anything that could take him down a bad path, because he’s aware that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. unfortunately, the violence and pain of his line of work and of the war is just as addictive.

honesty is so so important to him. he’s extremely blunt and will not tolerate lies ( highkey hates dorcas probably )

alastor is testing out growing a beard. mostly to cover some wounds and bruises and scars. please support him he looks so good

he’s a little bitch !! i don’t put enough emphasis on this. he’s a snarky little bitch who loves sass and bad jokes.

he loves his old pal aberforth dumbledore and trusts him even more than albus. he’s a simple man who understands another simple man

star wars nerd

there is not one moment in which is hair is not messy

i love him

character parallels: annalise keating, bruce wayne, harvey specter, frank castle, bellamy blake, hermione granger, raymond holt, peggy carter, steve harrington, ron swanson and jim hopper

some wanted connections:

+ star gazing friends. someone who also spends too much time looking up into the darkness. something very passionate and pure

+ an old flame. some relationship from the past that he was most certainly the one to ruin (because he’s him)

+ questionable occasional stress-relief hookup. they don’t talk about it to anyone else, and just don’t talk a lot in general

+ an order rival. sdomeone inside the order who fundamentally disagrees with every decision he makes, and vice versa. moody is quite honest when he disagrees with someone, so definitely not easy to ignore.

+ old hogwarts friends !! after a period of adjusting to being around people, he was more open than he is now, less paranoid, joked around, so someone who knew him then

+ all the ministry enemies. you know this dude has many

+ ministry friends !! few, because he’s moody, but a couple of people that he’d actually go grab lunch with, have real conversations in the hallways and elevators

+ black market dealers. alastor and them have a mutual understanding that he can’t arrest them, because they know of his own illegal purchases.

+ someone he recruited for the order. this is open for just a few characters because, while moody doesn’t do a lot of recruiting since 1) not a charming dude lbr 2) way too high standards, he still has brought in a couple of people - and he cares about them very deeply, and also sets for them a very high bar

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52. June 19

MM ANON …… HMTQ boost……… cup cakes in kings-him ………… Garden-send-her ……… September kids ………… hack Australia ………… Bei-ching ………… Charlotte & George together ………… no longer alert ?? ………… “ get packed Philip we’re orf soon” ………debt, what debt? ……… slave day………… ONS………… “ bubble bubble- toil and trouble” ……… 🎼teach your children well🎼………… “Sydney ‘ don’t forget my tigger PJs”……… 🎼swing low,sweet chariot 🎼………… “ Cabbage ‘ it’s tic-toc time”.

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June 19/20

✝️✝️🌈🌈💟💟THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON, FOR EVERYTHING YOU DO😊😊💟💟🌈🌈✝️✝️

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HMTQ boost………

HMTQ SENT A LETTER TODAY TO BOOST OR ENCOURAGE THE BUSINESS COMMUNITY FOR THEIR HARD WORK DURING THIS TRYING TIME. HERE IS HER LETTER . COURTESY OF www.business-live.co.uk

Hull and Humber Chamber of Commerce chief executive Dr Ian Kelly has welcomed recognition from the Queen of the work the organisation and their members are doing nationwide.

The Queen is patron of the British Chambers of Commerce and she has acknowledged the response to the coronavirus pandemic as work begins on rebuilding the economy.

In the letter, Her Majesty said: “At a time of great difficulty for many, it is heart-warming to see the civic response and generosity of so many businesses, small and large, to the challenges posed, whether supporting the health sector or vulnerable communities.”

“As Patron of the British Chambers of Commerce, it gives me great pride to see the contribution you and your members are making to help firms, champion trade and rebuild communities.”

cup cakes in kings-him ………… Garden-send-her ………

BOTH WILLIAM AND CATHERINE MADE PUBLIC APPEARANCES TODAY. I AM SAYING THIS FOR THE LAST TIME SINCE I HAVE BEEN BANGING ON ABOUT THIS SINCE LAST NOVEMBER, SHOWED ABSOLUTELY NO SIGN OF A BABY BUMP.😮😞😊 WILLIAM VISITED THE MOST QUAINT BAKERY I HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE IN MY LIFE. OH HOW I WOULD LOVE TO SEE THAT FOR REAL. HE BOUGHT SOME PASTRIES, HAD A CHAT ABOUT HOW THE BUSINESS WAS GOING.I POSTED THIS EARLIER , THEY GAVE HIM THE CUTEST FOOTBALL THEMED EARLY BIRTHDAY CAKE. HE LOOKED LIKE A KID GETTING IT, IT WAS SO CUTE. SMITHS THE BAKERS SERVE HMTQ SANDRINGHAM ESTATE SO THEY MUST BE REALLY YUMMY GOODS COMING OUT OF THOSE OVENS.

CATHERINE, TRUE TO HER LIVE , YET ANOTHER THING SHE EXCELS AT VISITED A GARDEN CENTRE CALLED FAKENHAM,NEAR THEIR ANMER HALL HOME. . SHE LOOKED SO HAPPY AND HEALTHY. I LEARNED A NEW WORD, HER VEST SHE WORE IS CALLED A GILET. I WONDER IF THAT MEANS SOME WEAR IT FISHING, WITH THE WORD GILL IN IT? SHE REPORTEDLY SHARED THAT SHE AND WILLIAM HAD DONE THE GROCERY SHOPPING DURING LOCKDOWN. HOW AMAZING ARE OUR CAMBRIDGES I MEAN COME ON!💜💜💜💜💜❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💜💜💜💜💜

September kids …………

IT HAS BEEN ALL BUT CONFIRMED BY THE BIRTHDAY GENT HIMSELF, PM BORIS JOHNSON, THAT SCHOOLS SHALL FULLY RESUME COME SEPTEMBER IN THE U.K. HOW MANY RELIEVED PARENTS DO YOU HEAR SIGHING, IF YOU LISTEN REALLY HARD YOU CAN HEAR IT! GOOD, WE LIVE WITH VIRUSES AND BACTERIA ALL THE TIME. LIFE MUST GET ON, THE ECONOMY MUST GET ON. WE HAVE SEEN THE EFFECTS IN RECENT DAYS OF BEHAVIOUR PARTLY ATTRIBUTABLE TO BEING ON LOCKDOWN FOR SO LONG.

hack Australia …………

BIG NEWS CAME DURING THE NIGHT FROM AUSTRALIAN PM MORRISON OF A SYSTEMATIC, TARGETED, REPEATED INVASION OF ALL SORTS OF PLACES BY A FOREIGN ACTOR. GOVERNMENT TO PRIVATE BUSINESSES TO FINANCIAL. IT HAS BEEN SUSTAINED AND AT SUCH A LEVEL HE WENT PUBLIC BUT AS FAR AS I KNOW HAS STOPPED SHORT OF NAMING THE ACTOR. THE PUNDITS HAVE RULED OUT RUSSIA AND ARE LOOKING RIGHT AT CHINA. CHINA HAS BOUGHT UP SO MUCH LAND, REAL ESTATE AND BUSINESSES IN CANADA ESPECIALLY ON THE WEST COAST.

Bei-ching …………

CHINA HAS LONG BEEN KNOWN TO HACK INTO COMPANIES, GOVERNMENT ETC AND STEAL INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY. JUST LOOK AT OUR COUNTRY CURRENTLY “HOSTING”THE HEAD OF HUAWEIS DAUGHTER AT THE REQUEST OF AMERICA HAVING A WARRANT. SHE THOUGHT SHE WOULD GET BOND AT HER RECENT HEARING BUT THE JUDGE MADE THE RIGHT AND INCREDIBLY DANGEROUS DECISION TO NOT GRANT BOND. SHE HAS LOTS OF BODY PROTECTORS AT ALL TIMES. I WORRY BECAUSE CHINA HAS A LONG MEMORY. MEANWHILE THEY ARE AT IT IN AUSTRALIA MAKING BILLIONS FROM STOLEN INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, DESIGNS, SECRETS, DEALS ETC ETC.

Charlotte & George together …………

THE CAMBRIDGES HAVE GONE PUBLIC NOW STATING THAT GEORGE AND CHARLOTTE WILL REMAIN TOGETHER WHEN IT COMES TO SCHOOL ATTENDANCE EVEN THOUGH SHE COULD BE IN SCHOOL NOW. I APPLAUD THEM, THEY CAN SUPPORT ONE ANOTHER. I HAVE NO DOUBT THEY HAVE DONE PLENTY OF LEARNING AT HOME AS THEIR PATENTS ARE NEVER IDLE UNLESS THEY ARE BINGE WATCHING SOMETHING OR WATCHING FOOTBALL.

no longer alert ?? …………

THE PAPERS IN THE U.K. TODAY , PM SAYING THEY WILL MOVE DOWN ANOTHER STEP AND BEFORE LONG THERE WILL BE ZERO COVID ALERT. THE CURRENT CASES ARE VERY LOW AND PEOPLE ARE CRAVING TO HAVE THEIR LIVES………

debt, what debt? ………

AS YESTERDAY, OR EARLIER THIS WEEK, THE PAPERS STATED THE BANK OF ENGLAND HAS FLOODED £100,000,000.00 IN NEW MONEY IN AN ATTEMPT TO STAVE OFF A COMPLETE RECESSION DESCENDING INTO COMPLETE MARKET CRASH. THE LOCKDOWN EFFECTS ON BUSINESS PLUS PEOPLE ARE SAVING MONEY NOT SPENDING IT LIKE THEY WOULD IF LIFE WERE THE USUAL. SEEMS TO BE SOME SPENDING LIKE THE DEBT IS NO BOTHER. EXAMPLE BEING THAT £9,000,000.00 PAINT JOB ON THE PLANE MM ANON MENTIONED THE OTHER DAY. BAILOUTS, STIMULUS PACKAGES, ASSISTANCES TO FAMILIES AND THE UNEMPLOYED AND SOON TO BE UNEMPLOYED….JUST READ @sandiedog POST YESTERDAY ABOUT THAT.

slave day…………

IN AMERICA, THIS WEEK IN JUNE IS REFERRED TO AS JUNETEENTH. I MENTIONED IT THE OTHER DAY. TODAY LOTS OF REMEMBRANCES. IN TULSA OKLAHOMA, ON JUNE 19/1865 AN ENTIRE SECTION OF THE CITY, BLACK OWNED BUSINESSES, IT WAS CALLED THE BLACK WALL STREET. IT WAS A MASSIVE GROUP THAT INVADED BURNING EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND AND MURDERING HUNDREDS OF BLACK CITIZENS. I HAD NOT HEARD OF THIS UNTIL THIS YEAR. ITS STILL A VERY PAINFUL MEMORIES FOR THE COMMUNITY. TODAY IS CALLED THE START OF EMANCIPATION. NO MORE BEING A SLAVE, A CITIZEN.

ONS…………

THE OFFICE OF NATIONAL STATISTICS HAS RELEASED COVID-19 SEVERITY CASES INTO ETHNICITIES. BLACK MEN ARE FIVE TIMES MORE LIKELY TO DIE FROM COVID AS CAUCASIAN. THEY LIST OTHER ETHNICITIES AS WELL THAT HAVE A HIGHER RISK RATE. I HOPE SOMEONE INVESTIGATES AND RESEARCHES THOSE DATA FINDINGS.

“ bubble bubble- toil and trouble” ………

AGAIN AT LAST WE RETURN TO THE BARD, THIS IS THE SCENE WHERE THE THREE WITCHES PREDICTING THE HORRORS THAT WILL UNFOLD IN “THE PLAY” ITS VERY BAD LUCK,ACCORDING TO THEATRE FOLK TO SAY THE NAME, MACBETH. HOWEVER, THE CORRECT LINE IS DOUBLE DOUBLE TOIL AND TROUBLE……HERE IT IS BUBBLE. IS THIS TO MEANING THAT THE SOCIAL BUBBLE THAT STARTED IN THE U.K. LAST WEEKEND I THINK, AND THE AIR CORRIDORS, BRIDGES BUBBLES WHATEVER MAY NOT BE WORKING AS PLANNED. THE PM IS PROPOSING, MAYBE STATING THAT CLASS SIZES OF 30 STUDENTS IS A PUPIL BUBBLE. THERE IS PENDING RISK OF COURSE BUT MUCH MUCH LESS THAN PREVIOUSLY. I LOVE THE PHOTO IF HIM WITH THE WEE ONES DEMONSTRATING THE NEW DISTANCE.

🎼teach your children well🎼…………

I LOVE THIS SONG, I HAD FORGOTTEN ABOUT IT. CROSBY STILLS AND NASH, GRAHAM NASH WEOTE. MAN I FORGOT ABOUT THEM, THEY ARE SO GOOD. CHILDREN WILL RESUME NORMAL LEARNING IN THE FALL BARRING ANYTHING MAJOR, I BELIEVE IN CANADA AS WELL.

I THINK THIS HAS A DEEPER MEANING, THE SONG WAS WRITTEN IN THE 1960’s. A TIME OF GREAT TURMOIL AND UNREST IN AMERICA, ESPECIALLY THE SOUTHERN REGION. DR KING WAS SPEAKING AND WORKING HARD AT RACIAL EQUALITY. HIS, I HAVE A DREAM SPEECH IS EPIC. IF YOU BY CHANCE HAVE NEVER HEARD AND SEEN IT, I SUGGEST IT HIGHLY. THE PROTESTING, FRUSTRATION OF RACIAL ISSUES WORLDWIDE AND THEN OF COURSE THE TROUBLEMAKERS JOIN IN, WREAK HAVOC AND TAKE AWAY THE MEANING. BUT I DO NOT SEE THIS GOING AWAY. THINGS ARE CHANGING AND THEY MUST. IF WE DO NOT EVOLVE AND LEARN , WE GROW STAGNANT. HUMAN BEINGS ARE MEANT TO LEARN , GROW, LIVE LIFE FULLY. OTHERWISE WHATS THE POINT RIGHT?

🎼swing low,sweet chariot 🎼…………

IN REALLY OLD FASHIONED TERMS THIS IS A NEGRO SPIRITUAL, NO OFFENCE INTENDED. THE SPIRITUALS HAD MEANING BEYOND THE RELIGIOUS. THE LYRICS SERVED AS A GUIDEPOST TO ESCAPED SLAVES. WHERE TO GO, HOW TO FIND SAFETY, HOW TO FIND ABOLITIONISTS WHO WILL HELP THEM TOWARDS FREEDOM. THEY ARE EXTREMELY POWERFUL. THE RUGBY LEAGUE , REPORTEDLY HAS TAKEN THIS SONG FOR MANY YEARS SND AS WE KNOW IN ENGLISH SPORT LIKE FOOTBALL OR RUGBY, THE CROWD SINGS THE SAME SONGS, THEME SONGS IF YOU LIKE. WITH THE CURRENT CLIMATE OF RACIAL ISSUES THEY ARE GOING TO CONSIDER STOPPING SINGING THIS. ALTHOUGH HOW DO YOU STOP 40,000 DRUNK FANS FROM SINGING ONCE THE STADIUMS OPEN UP? THE PM HAS COME OUT AGAINST THIS BAN.

“ get packed Philip we’re orf soon” “ Sydney ‘ don’t forget my tigger PJs”……… “ Cabbage ‘ it’s tic-toc time”.

BACK AT MY MOST FAVOURITE TIME. FIRESIDE VISIT AT WINDSOR CASTLE. TIME TP HEAD UP TO BALMORAL, THE SUMMER HOLIDAYS AS USUAL. HMTQ REMINDING HIMSELF IT HOLIDAY TIME. SHE MUST BE FEELING PRETTY GOOD TO USE THE CHEEKY ENGLISH ORF FOR OFF.🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂NOW HIMSELF WEARING TIGGER PYJAMAS I WOULD PAY SERIOUS MONEY TO SEE. BUT WE DO KNOW WELL THAT AT CHRISTMASTIME , THEY LOVE TO GIVE EACH OTHER WACKY FUNNY GIFTS. MY SUSPICION IS THAT THESE ARE ONE SUCH GIFT.😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣. TWO BELOVED NICKNAMES CABBAGE 🥬 AND SAUSAGE , HIMSELF HAS FOR HMTQ. HE IS QUITE SWEETLY ACTUALLY, REMINDING HER ITS TIME FOR “THE CAMBRIDGE SHOW ON TIK TOK”.

I WOUKD LOVE IT TO BE THE RACHEL SHOW WITH AN ⏳COUNTING DOWN TIME TO JUSTICE. ⚖️ 🕰 TICK TOCK RACHEL, SOON THE BELL TOLLETH FOR THEE 🔔

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53. July 1

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MM ANON ……… Hong gone ………… Melbourne hellbourn……… Britain made a wedding profit ??? …………… 4 th July closed. …………… Independent’s bug. …………Maple Kate forever……… George is upset…………… 🎼follow er of fashion 🎼………………… MM, a legend in her own lunchtime ……………… Wigan bin in ……………………air Bridge of size.

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JULY 1/2020 HAPPY CANADA DAY🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦

RIDDLE #53 FOR ME BUT I THINK I MISSED FOUR OR FIVE RIDDLES SORRY. I WILL ATTEMPT THIS ONE. THANK YOU MM ANON FOR YOUR KIND MESSAGE✝️✝️✝️🌈🌈🌈💟💟💟PG💟💟💟💟🌈🌈🌈✝️✝️✝️🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥

Hi kids this is my very very very first riddle using this software where I don’t have to type so I just speak so if I come across differently it’ll be just my pattern of speech but hopefully you’ll still get the whole wonderful marvellous experience of PG😁💜💜💜✝️✝️✝️🦥🦥🦥✝️✝️✝️🌈🌈🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

Hong gone …………

Well kids I am going to attempt using dictation no no no attempt dictation anyhow I can’t go back in and erase what does called so anyways I’m going to attempt dictation of audio of my riddle interpretation and this one hung gone makes me very sad. The British handover her to China of Hong Kong 20 years ago or so was with the understanding that Hong Kong ,The Hong Kong ,would maintain its independence and it’s free market and all that and it’s all changed. Hong Kong is gone. China has invaded they have made free speech and any mention relating to Hong Kong illegal and many people have been arrested and this is absolutely dire situation it’s just terrible. We need to pray for all those people there’s a lot of people from all over the world that have lived there for a long time doing business and I know a lot of Canadians have left already but I do know many are still there and sentence

Melbourne hellbourn……

This phrase goes back a number of years some when there was a lot of racial attacks on I,migrants from India. however that is Old news and what we have is a major major spike in again the coronavirus across Melbourne there’s been any many more cases actually Austra different parts of Australia and it’s resulted in a lot of serious oh I don’t need to go onto all that you guys know the whole what happens when the case is spike. They have been saying for a while with this coronavirus COVID-19, is more virulence in warmer weather no that’s interesting because here where I am it’s we’re pushing 40°C and Australia is on the bottom of the world are on the other side of the world anyways and they’re technically in there autumn so I don’t know how that theory holds I although I haven’t myself checked with the temperature is there so I could be wrong it could be out there. Anyway it is very serious and we just need to keep all of everyone in prayer our Australian friends in prayer or New Zealand Friends in prayer.

Britain made a wedding profit ??? ……………

Ha Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah oh kids when I speak you will get more of a conversation for me then just information and I had to laugh reading this because Madam is now claiming 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂she’s claiming 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂knock knock do now knock knock , who’s there, ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha ha ha. OK serious now Madam is claiming that her 32,000,000 pound wedding which was paid for by whoever brought in $1 billion pounds worth of tourism to the UK ha ha ha ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha I am sorry but this is just insanity run amok in the mire of Sea hag soup yuck liar Rachel Rachel Rachel Rachel Rachel liar.

4 th July closed. …………… Independent’s bug. …………

Today is Canada day so I wish my fellow Canadians a happy Canada Day🇨🇦. July 4 in America is usually their day to celebrate America day in the American land as Pluto living would say, if you’ve ever watched Pluto living on YouTube, with our Canadian superstore talking dog talks about the Canada land and the America land and the England seriously. So July 4 is Independence Day in America. It is a holiday it’s usually a picnic day a parade day or day of national pride a lot of people out and about with music and film and live music and fireworks 💥 and that sort of thing do you to the increase again in corona Coronavirus seems to be spiking in various cities and of course the “friendly gatherings” that have been happening all over the country “to redecorate public landscapes”, have led to the cancellation of many July 4 celebrations which is very sad and again then indication of where things are at.

Maple Kate forever………

🍁 The maple leaf forever with the original song of Canada before we have to celebrate dominion day but we are when we got our flag I think in 1967 it’s been since then has been called Canada day. When William and Catherine visited Canada in 2011 they were here on Canada Day and she’s all she’s beautiful in red and she was wearing the Maple 🍁 leaf brooch that a HMTQ loaned to her. It was a gift from Canada. I am blessed enough to own a copy of that brooch that my sister brought back for me from one of her trips to London which unfortunately she could not take this year she has missed several trips that she’s not happy bunny 🐰 about.

George is upset……………

Now I know this is not recent but there have been cute reports that our George is not happy with the schoolwork he’s getting because Charlotte has much cooler stuff to learn and to work on. That was reported back in May mid May end of May so I don’t know if she’s doing cooler summer projects or maybe taking swimming lessons or something else maybe she’s got some thing that he thinks is cooler I couldn’t find anything recently anyways more recent than that but George is such a sensitive soul don’t you just love them.

🎼follow er of fashion 🎼…………………

OK here we have a song and it’s follower of fashion or follow ER a fashion let’s talk about the ER could be emergency room or a variation of the British way of saying her which would be ‘er, although they do say that in some parts of America I believe are pronounce it thusly. The song follower and fashions with the in from the 1960s by the band The Kinks and it totally made fun of British fashion and style at that time And just as you do you can make fun of your own but don’t let anybody else try. No when I see ER, it obviously her Majesty’s signature, however here we have ER in lowercase,er. This is a woman who is a legend in her own mind Madam part of the billion £1,000,000,000 that was supposed to have been earned by the government of England or Britain or the England land or whatever amount of calls it a part of the billion £of that was to be earned by her wedding was from her and her brilliant fashion choices none of which were British with the exception of I believe and Stella McCartney. The dress for the reception dinner after the happy gathering of unhappy people are rumours abound whether a reception occurred or not. There are no pictures and yeah so whether there was an actual reception or not I’ll leave that for you to decide whether madams fashion choices have been British is obvious know whether her fashion choices have raised money probably whether they have been good no and so this song with kind of fit because it’s making direct funding of fashion British fashion of the time but now the fashion that Madame has employed guys the threat of the stuff is totally different doing talking then doing typing so please bear with me.

MM, a legend in her own lunchtime ………………

Oh this is too funny I just use the word the word the first phrase in the above paragraph she’s a legend in her own mind MM ANON, you have A legend in her own lunchtime. I think the same explanation applies she is just the cats miaow in her own eyes and she just can do anything and do no wrong wonder if she’s preparing for now at lunchtime chat show or what’s going on the meaning of lunchtime I should just worry about her court and her five so-called friends that she has no named not public leave it to the court and my goodness the chips are going to fall the chips are going to fall the 🔔 tolling I can hear it off in the distance the bell 🔔 is towing can you hear the bell 🔔 Rachel it is starting to toll for thee!

Wigan bin in ……………………

Sad news for the Wigand athletic club it’s been announced that they’ve gone into administration. They have been in the champions club and this closure administration is due to the effects of the coronavirus yet another victim of the coronavirus. The club has been given a 12 point suspension which could remove them from the current leak there in and relegate some to a lower league which should be absolutely disastrous and devastating of course for all the fans never mind the players and all the staff people in their jobs just it’s just devastating. The coronavirus has just weird we haven’t even begin to see The extreme damage which has been done and all the ripple effects of the lockdown the many deaths the illness is the lot real lockdown on the entire effectiveness of just it’s just it’s so massive that my mind at least at this point cannot even grasp.

air Bridge of size.

An air bridge is the cross platform right from your desktop to your mobile phone communication system for quick to dial phone numbers it’ll text you you are a nearest transfers from any desktop to your mobile device which is very convenient.

I don’t believe MM ANON, is referring to this type of air because I do believe she’s she’s really referring to the air bridge in terms of travel. I’ve actually found a newspaper article here it’s in titled air bridge of sighs SIGHS,, and it’s talking about the rules of the UK regarding travel the quarantine for those travelling into the country will still be remain in effect and people will be compelled to wear facemasks in public transport. Seems to be some challenges with regards to individual countries. Currently I emergency tops are in the way between our Nicola Sturgeon a Scottish national party and the Boris Johnson he made the statement that the air is no border between Scotland and England it that that was absurd and as we knowScots🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿are proud and they were many want their independence and a great umbrage at the comment made by the PM Johnson. This is quite important because as you know her Majesty always goes to Balmoral in Scotland for her summer break and if they are not allowing travel that would not be a good thing so guys get it resolved she wants to go she needs to go they need the holiday get it resolved please for her Majesty thank you.

OK kids I’d like some feedback on how this went using the microphone and having me talk instead of typing. It’s definitely been a lot easier for me and I hope it makes the riddle still enjoyable and helpful I am missed about four orfive of them that week when I took a break there and I feel badly about that but I can’t go back and do them now so I don’t know what riddle l am on now I am really don’t know but anyways thanks kids thanks a lot bye-bye

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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54. July 3.

HEY KIDS, I AM GETTING THE HANG OF DOING THE AUDIO NOW. IT SWITHCHES FROM ALL CAPS TO REGUSO BEAR WITH ME✝️✝️✝️PG💟💟💟

MM ANON

MM ANON ………OMG your under arrest………… video link………… across the border Scotland ……………surprise George …………… Charlotte leads………… Kate&William on top again ………… MM pathetic and mendacious ………… fakency lies……………… “ nice to be going soon cabbage“………… “ yes , I’m looking forward to a drive around the grounds” ………… “ shooting party’s this year” ……… “ doctors approval Philip “ …………” we’ll bring Sydney “……… “ Ahhh, that reminds me,Sydney!!”……… “Philip, it’s tic toc.”

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✝️✝️🌈🌈💟💟 THANK YOU MM ANON 💟💟🌈🌈✝️✝️

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Sorry kids I ended up crashing to sleep yesterday and the riddle came up so I missed it but here at four in the morning I’m awake and

OMG your under arrest………… video link…………

WELL GHISLAINE MAXWELL WAS ARRESTED yESTERDAY ACTUALLY BY NOW IT WILL BE THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY SHE WAS ARRESTED ON WEDNESDAY THURSDAY. THURSDAY IN THE TINY STATE OF NEW HAMPSHIRE IN AMERICA. SHE WAS NOT THOUGHT TO BE IN AMERICA BY MANY. OTHERS THOUGHT MAYBE SHE WAS HIDING IN SOUTH AMERICA OR SOMEWHERE ELSE BUT NOPE THERE SHE WAS IN THAT LITTLE STATE. SHE HAS BEEN BEING BEING MONITORED BY THE FBI FOR QUITE SOME TIME AND SO THEY WERE WAITING, HOW WAS IT, PHRASE THEY SAID THEY WERE WAITING FOR WHEN IT WAS THE RIGHT TIME, SO OBVIOUSLY THERE ARE SOME THINGS THAT THEY NEEDED TO HAVE IN PLACE before they arrested her. THE FBI WANT MISS MAXWELL TO FLIP OVER ON PRINCE ANDREW AND SOME OTHER WELL HEELED MEN BECAUSE SHE HERSELF IS BEING ACCUSED OF SEXUALLY ABUSING ARE THOSE THOSE WOMEN AND YOUNG GIRLS, SHE MAY BE LOOKING TO MAKE A DEAL. ON THE PHRASE THAT JEFFREY HAD A BLACK BOOK BAG, IN HER, BY ARRESTING HER, THEY’VE GOT THE LIVING BLACK BOOK! SO THEY USE THE “THEY KNOW WHERE SHE KNOWS WERE ALL THE BODIES ARE BURIED WHICH MEANING MAY MEAN LITERAL BODIES I DON’T KNOW BUT IT’S JUST USUALLY MEANS THAT SHE KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT EVERYTHING ABOUT EVERYONE AND EVERY HORRIBLE THING THAT WAS DONE.OK kids all IS WORKING NOW OR ISN’T IT IF IT’S WORKING BUT IT WORKS HERE AT WORK AND EMAIL BUT IT DOESN’T WORK IN A TUMBLR WHEN I WANT TO DO A MESSAGE TO SOMEBODY SO ANYHOW WE’RE STILL LEARNING THIS WHOLE GAME. NEW SENTENCE SO SHE WAS TO APPEAR YESTERDAY VIA VIDEO LINK TO FACE THE JUDGE THE BIGGEST HURDLE WAS BAIL. She was mandated to the custody of the US marshals and will be transferred to the courthouse I see the jail in Manhattan. Ironically it’s the same jail where Jeffrey Epstein was held until his death.OF COURSE SHE WANTED BAIL BUT DO IT TO HER NOW THERE’S SOME SOME PEOPLE SAYING YOU SHOULD HAVE ENOUGH AS MUCH MONEY AS THE RUMORS ARE BUT I THINK SHE’S A PRETTY WEALTHY LADY SO NEEDLESS TO SAY BAIL WAS DENIED BECAUSE SHE IS A FLIGHT RISK. She is being held without bond on child charges of child sex trafficking part of it is for Jeffrey Epstein and part of it is for herself oh I see now I’ve gone on all caps off again anyways whatever I’ll just keep talking. SHE’S JUST ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING HUMAN BEING AND THEY WANT HER TO FLIP ON PRINCE ANDREW AND SO THEY’RE GONNA BE PUTTING PRESSURE ON HER AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN I REALLY DON’T.

across the border Scotland ……………

WELL THINGS HAVE GOTTEN GONE FROM BAD TO WORSE SO YESTERDAY THEY WERE IN NEGOTIATIONS WITH NICOLA STURGEON IN THE FIRST MINISTER OF SCOTLAND AND THINGS HAVE JUST FALLEN APART AND THE BORDER WILL REMAIN CLOSED. SO ANYONE WANTING TO TRAVEL TO SCOTLAND I THINK WOULD BE “SOL”, OR, BLANK OUT OF LUCK AS WE SAY HERE I WON’T SAY THE FIRST WORD. I am finding conflicting information here on whether her Majesty will be able to go to Balmoral or not due to the border being closed. I said I am but it comes up as I’ll caps on so this whatever you’ll just have to bear with me and with the with the system sometimes it’ll be capital letters sometimes not. So I don’t know what’s gonna happen with her vacation does she have the power and authority to override the law seems like Dominic Cummings and then a lot of local politicians to so I I don’t know what’s gonna happen I really don’t. I just feel really bad for her they just been through so much loss so much and now this and with what’s going on with Ghislaine Maxwell oh my goodness.

surprise George …………… Charlotte leads…………

All caps on one of Prince Georges godmothers Julia Samuel has just come out with what she gives him for gifts. SHE SPOKE ABOUT HOW GEORGE’S PERSONALITY IS SO SIMILAR TO DIANA’S HOW IT’S FUN AND CHEEKY AND LIKES JUST TO HAVE A LOT OF FUN.SHE WAS SPEAKING ON A PODCAST AND THE LADY WHO IS DOING THE PODCAST HER NAME WAS ELIZABETH DAY, AND A FEW RIDDLES AGO MAYBE TWO WEEKS AGO WE HAD A CLUE FROM YOU MM ANON THAT SAID NICE SCOOP BETH KNOW I THOUGHT AT THE TIME IT WAS ELIZABETH HOLMES AND I WAS STICKING TO MY STORY BUT HERE WE HAVE ELIZABETH DAY WHO HAS SCORED AN INTERVIEW. PRINCE GEORGE ‘S GODMOTHER SO I WOULD SAY THAT WOULD BE A NICE SCOOP BETH.

THE CAMBRIDGE CHILDREN ARE A BUSY BUSY BUSY AS USUAL THEY ARE HAVING A GARDEN THAT THEY’RE ALL WORKING ON. NO OF COURSE ALL EVERYTHING BECOMES A COMPETITION WITH CHILDREN AND I THINK GEORGE IS A LITTLE SUNFLOWER IS NOT GROWING AS FAST AS FIRST LOUIS SO HE’S A LITTLE BIT NOT HAPPY ABOUT THAT OR UPSET.

Kate&William on top again …………

I don’t have Instagram but what I’m finding here and I don’t know if it’s correct but the Sussex is have 11.2 and the Cambridge and have 11.9 million so if that’s accurate and correct they are on top again with the Instagram followers. It’s just me something else that’s not surprising either because we love them everybody loves them.

MM pathetic and mendacious ………… fakency lies………………

Madam is continuing with a boatload of PR lies this week. It is just been unbelievable all the lies and the the scraping of the barrel and again crying make up lad has appeared that little that man that acts like a little lad and cries and oh my goodness. The she is pregnant rumours are out and so are rumours she is seeing the top OB/GYN in LA and the scan revealed it’s a baby girl. Blah blah blah more lies lies lies she’s more pathetic as the days go by and I didn’t even think that was possible for her.

Now with Ms. Maxwell being arrested she knows all the Names and she knows everything about everybody who is involved with everything. So if there is any connection I would be quaking in my boots and I think it’s really interesting that President Trump had a conversation with her Majesty the Queen just before the arrest so the FBI saying they’re waiting for the right time for the arrest this is a long game kids this is not just a general in a play and it’s got a touchdown and we’re done with it so it’s a wow I would just love to know all the details that are happening in the background.

With regards to her lawsuit against MOS she now has come forward in the sealed document named who the five friends are that she had not given permission to tell her story to via People magazine. She still denies giving permission. So it’s gonna be really interesting when and if we find out who those five friends are and all my my my my my my we are getting near the end I can just hear the tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock on the clock. justice is awaiting definitely the scales of justice our O waving and many of us are as well not waiving the waiting.

“ nice to be going soon cabbage“………… “ yes , I’m looking forward to a drive around the grounds” ………… “ shooting party’s this year” ……… “ doctors approval Philip “ …………” we’ll bring Sydney “……… “ Ahhh, that reminds me,Sydney!!”……… “Philip, it’s tic toc.”

Now we are back at Windsor Castle. Her Majesty and Prince Philip are discussing the pending trip to Balmoral, via helicopter, and one of his sweetheart words for her is cabbage or sausage and so we’re having cabbage today and they’re speaking of it. HMTQ is saying how nice it is to be going for a drive around the grounds. And as per usual there will be hunting parties and that’s anything outdoor at Balmoral fishing picnicking hunting it’s just absolutely the delight and love of the royal family. Sounds like they’ve both had their medical checks and they’re all clear no signs of fever or any other health issues so they’re clear to go over to Scotland and I’m certain with her being the Queen that that she can make that decision and I wholeheartedly support that. Her Majesty is saying you still need to bring Sydney along I don’t know how himself would get along without Sydney in and he saying all Sydney yes and I think he’s wanting to make sure that Sydney has enough of his Boddington‘s to last for the entire they are at Balmoral, and then some🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂.

They are getting an alert or some sort of tone on their device indicating that it’s the Tic Toc time and the Cambridge kids are on and ready to perform forget again and himself oh I’d love to see that it’s not so awesome I just I just have pictures of what this time as you know with them together the two of them and Sydney and the dynamics going back-and-forth and after knowing and being together for so long I just think it’s so so darn special.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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55. July 3

MM ANON ………… 0600 hr. ……………… build,build,build, drink ,drink,drink …………… 🎼Braaaaaazil🎼……………… business as unusual …………… speak to the Guinness ………… TSDONY………… Subpoena ad testomonium…… theatre/ no theatre ……………… but not America ………… Lone Ranger……………… Mt, Rushmore ………… a bad day in LA ………… still hiding

✝️✝️🌈🌈💟💟THANK YOU MM ANON💟💟🌈🌈✝️✝️

JULY 3/2020. RIDDLE #55

0600 hr. ……………… build,build,build, drink ,drink,drink ……………

Well tomorrow or in the UK it’s ready today there will be one massive as the paper says pub Mageddon to get a riff on the word Armageddon. Starting at 06:00 the pubs will be open and there will be so many people queued up and waiting to get in. There will be drinking like we have not seen probably since the end of prohibition in the United States it will be on an epic level. There will be so much alcohol consumed because people have not had their locals for so long now. I sure would not want to be anywhere near any any place near where there is the level of rage needing to be let loose.

Yesterday PM Boris Johnson was a really given the charge that they needed to get the economy going and they will start building and refurbishing and adding a lot to London for sure and the Country. Needing to get the economy going after it being stalled for so long and having the Bank of England flood more money into the market, just people need to get back to work.

However it will be a drinking marathon and literally that will be the Thomas like round song do you remember round songs when you were a kid? you would like the wheels on the bus it all take turns than the song would go around and around. Anyways it will be like that drink drink drink build build build drink and drink beer I’ll be like two opposite sides working at the same time it’s going to be a gong show.

🎼Braaaaaazil🎼………………

MM ANON I just love you. This song by Xavier Cugat Is entitled Brazil. It was used in many movies and many lounges at the time when in many old movies of which I am a great fan of any of you know. Most of you would recognize the melody instantly as it was played but not know the name of it or who the performer was. It is a great Latin music song.There’s a movie called Sitting Pretty one of my favourite movies of all time with Maureen O’Hara and Robert Young,it is saying her husband they’re still there they’re name are Stacy and Henry King hang out what’s his name it’s gonna bug me and it’ll come back to me anyways this song plays prominently in a scene with that movie with her and Clifton Webb were doing a dance as the town gossips about them. This is one of the great Mr. Belvedere movies if you have not seen any of them oh you must. As you can see I remembered his name I am I thought I added it but above there his name is Robert Young.

Brazil is exploding with cases of COVID-19 is anyone else having COVID-19 fatigue like or is it just me? Anyhow they have decided to reopen the many businesses and they have not even hit the peak of their their cases yet. It’s it’s a dire thing for the economy and balancing lockdown and and finances and it’s just an absolute nightmare. One of the newspaper links here is saying that it’s a tragedy that is foretold is it inevitably going to happen and get my chores as things reopen the virus will spread even more. So it’s absolutely disastrous and so sad which is it just makes me so sad that this is happening.

business as unusual ……………

Everything has changed but since Covid in this clue could apply to anything from the social distancing and restaurants are the plastic that’s not the right word but you know the clear plastic for up in front of the cash registers are between tables. The business is re-open but with limits and the levels of disease spread will be monitored very closely any increase will result in what’s happened in Leicester were so been locked down again on people I’m sure are not obeying the the rules.

speak to the Guinness …………

One of my favourite beverages when I was able to drink before I’ve been on all this medication with Guinness extra cold oh my times in Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 all my good memories good memories. The way this is worded it almost reminds me of the saying talk to the hand when you didn’t want to hear something you put your hand up and you say talk to the hand. So this is like speak to the Guinness.I don’t know if there’s not enough supply or if they’re thinking they’re not having enough obviously then you talk to you to the Guinness. That is about it I don’t know if that’s for certain it off but that sounds possible to me.Given that they have been ramping up production of their famous beverage in anticipation of this weekends drink fest and they want to make sure they have enough on hand. Bars were supposed to open originally at midnight but they were had to be delayed until 6 AM so I’m sure the crowd will be just raring to go.

TSDONY…………

No what is this I have heard of SDNY the Southern District of New York. Geoffrey Berman he was head prosecutor of this very aggressive arm of the criminal justice system in the United States was fired a few days ago. I am not sure who is who will replace them I haven’t looked it up yet. So what what what what does B out of New York the Southern District well I guess you know what MM ANON in on you you’re using a different abbreviation I know it is SDNY and so I think you’re doing it as TSDONY which means the Southern District of New York I’m gonna go with that. This is a court that also prosecuted Michael Cohen, President Trump‘s I think they called him his fixer anyways he’s in jail now he’s been convicted of all sorts of things he’s in jail prison.

This is the office of which out of which Ghislaine Maxwell will be prosecuted. She was arrested in New Hampshire and she was turned over to the US Sheriffs for transport to taking her to Manhattan to the same jail where Jeffrey Epstein was kept. I certainly hope they have better security and supervision of her other than they did have Jeffrey. From the way the papers are talking it sounds like she’s going to be flipping over and cooperating and giving up all sorts of names and she knows a lot about a lot of people that they would not want known. Continues to be as this does laser focus on Prince Andrew from something way back when with someone who was an adult. There are so many politicians and stars will start is that an old word stars were like in the 1940s those movies to me those are stars so it was considered a star today is somebody who’s got PR. There’s a lot of people political people wealthy people people we probably can’t even imagine that are in her little mental black book that she could flip over on but yet they seem to be banging away at Prince Andrew. So it seems like this attack at our monarchy it’s just it’s continuing and it’s just I am not saying that I think he’s innocent but I do think he’s innocent until it’s proven guilty right it’s not how the world works? They just seem to be laser focussed on getting him to testify or getting something on him and were the backers are going full speed on this I’m not saying that office is corrupt but it’s very interesting that that the president had to add Bill Barr get rid of the head prosecutor there I don’t know I I don’t know anymore what what is true and what is fake news I really don’t.

Subpoena ad testomonium……

So I was just looking up the meaning of the word testomonium and it means at the end of a contract or a clause that says in witness there of any person would he say that they were in witness of some incident and they will be signing their name. Subpoena I think we all know what that means that’s a pay for you to get from the prosecutors office or the defence that you need to come in and give testimony. The FBI have been going on and on how uncooperative Prince Andrew and for him his side he said he would but he’s made himself available at any point for them to come to England to interview him,. So at some point This is going to happen but I highly highly highly doubt that I’ll believe it if I sought in person that Prince Andrew would go to United States. That would be the stupidest move he could ever do because he would never get out of that country. I don’t think his lawyers would let him nor would her Majesty, that was just very foolish. Anyhow I just think I just I know I am on about this but this this this attack against our monarchy is continuing and it’s escalating and we are ramping up and we thought we reaching a tipping point last summer and we thought we were reaching a tipping point the previous summer and remember the clue we had that was the “lift off “and we thought oh wow finally things will come out, and that’s like two years ago. so we know when the Lord Geidt has been playing The long game as has her Majesty. Will you say things have been happening in the background I know that’s been kind of like a broken record that we’ve been saying here but this is this is all coming together now with the the social unrest in the race issues and this was all planned a very long time ago and it’s financed by pick who you choose there’s a list of backers that we all know who it could be and in combination so they’re just sitting back laughing and watching that the horror unfold. I am on the other hand I am praying for our Queen and our monarchy and our faith that we can keep our faith open and seems to be attack on everything I hold dear, Christian faith, historic statues be the popular or not they tell our history and of course some thing I hold very dear to my heart is her majesty and the monarchy.

theatre/ no theatre ………………

I saw an interview with a Piers Morgan and the other lady on good morning Britain were interviewing John Barrowman. And he was born in Scotland but he’s was moved to the states with his family when his dad got a I think a big factory manager job I think at caterpillar anyways he was talking about the death of the theatre regarding Covid. Now if you’re not English and you’re not aware as fall approaches in winter approaches pantomime or Panto is huge and it’s a big money raiser for theatre and local theatre and They have no idea if it’s going to go on or not he said he is scheduled to be in Bristol in some I forget would play I forget anyway she scheduled to be there but he has no idea if it’s if it’s going to be going on or not and he’s not getting any word from anybody nobody knows anything. But then he he’s also been on the stage is a very well-known stage actor and he has been for years and he went on to talk about the West End in the theatre in the end if if those things don’t resume soon he said the theatre will die he said 75% of it is already gone and if the Panto season doesn’t go ahead that he said could be will be the death of the British theatre. I won’t say that too loud with my sister might hear that and that be devastating for her she likes to go to London to see several plays quite often. It really is quite devastating this whole it’s like I don’t even know it’s the whole world is changed and what we will look like on the other side of this I I just don’t know. I’ve I think I say, l just don’t know a lot eh? and I use the word anyhow different than when I’m typing.

but not America …………

I think MM ANON here is referring to the air bridges is where the countries that the Brits will be able to travel to given the Covid situation. What I’m reading is that America, Russia and Brazil are definitely off the list of places where Britons can travel to. So unfortunately they won’t be able to go to those places for holiday.

Lone Ranger………………

Way back I think in the 1950s there was a show called the lone ranger a hero riding his horse wearing a mask and a side kick Tonto. Well given the fact that title is Native American and with the half way the world is now I’m sure that show will be banned and will never be allowed to be played again. But it’s interesting that Trump is not wanting to wear a mask for a while but you change your mind on that I guess he’s looking for staff and who do you like to joke so silly he says he looks like the Lone Ranger when he wears a mask that’s so funny you know we need to laugh months all of this sadness right so he gave me a laugh anyways I thought that was pretty funny.

Mt, Rushmore …………

Tomorrow’s July 4 in the United States it’s called their lndependence Day and it’s usually filled with fun and barbeques in fireworks and people getting together watching parades and that’s her thing. A lot of places it’s all been cancelled due to the Covid. President Trump and his family will be going to Mount Rushmore and having a celebration there and fireworks. This is somewhat controversial as other places it’s been cancelled but he feels it’s very important that this go on. There has been talk of getting rid of some of the faces on mount Rushmore if you’re not familiar mount Rushmore is a massive Massive not statue but it’s carved into the side of the mountain four presidents I’m going to go from memory here I think it’s Teddy Roosevelt George Washington oh dear I’m not American I think those are two of them and there’s two more I can look it up if you’re interested in. There has been talk with all these statues being pulled down and destroyed there has been talk of some talk about getting rid of the part of Mount Rushmore because somebody doesn’t like the face of one of the presidents I am not sure the logic but that would be one major task to get up there and deface that so I hope they don’t do that. I hope everything goes well tomorrow I hope it’s televised at least people will get to see the fireworks which is so important I remember as a kid we always drove down my parents always drove us down across the border and we would go to different places and watch the fireworks and have hotdogs in and we would enjoy the day even though we were Canadian we would always drive down there and we always had loads of fun it was awesome. I just think it’s so sad somethings so sacred it is destroyed for so many millions of people after all the work over the last couple of hundred years of developing this beautiful country I just think it’s so sad. And I’m sure there will be protests tomorrow and even though all they can’t get together for parades and all this other stuff to celebrate they could certainly will be allowed their first amendment right to protest and possibly would very likely burn the flag we seen that quite often at these protests so anyways from my American friends my heart aches for you it really does I’ve been praying for you and I I just it it’s my heart just aches it really does.

a bad day in LA …………

Well well well, I am doing my best Angelina Jolie voice from Maleficent where she says well well well. Gil Garcetti was the DA in Los Angeles during the whole OJ trial thing and now his little boy is the mayor of Los Angeles.He has been all gung ho on the protests ,you know the first amendment right and it’s all good outside there’s fresh air and some people have masks and there’s no risk whatsoever as to COVID-19 that’s been his mantra. Well today ,as I say well well well ,there’s been a big spike in COVID-19 cases and well well well Mr. Little Eric Garcetti was forced to tell the truth today when previously when he said that the spike in Covid cases had nothing to do with the protests he had to eat some crow today and acknowledge that it was due to the protests.

still hiding

Who is still hiding? We know Madam has been hiding we know certainly that her main squeeze has been hard hiding ,Marcus and he’s either hiding or he’s in custody and he’s flipped on her I think he might have a sleazy enough to to look after his own self and everyone else be damned.. We’re not stupid though we know LG and his men know exactly where she is what she’s doing and even though she think she may be pulling something over on somebody, oh no way, the powers that be know exactly where she is and what she’s up to.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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56. July 5

Kids this audio software is just working out great for me may not give me better answers to the riddle but poetry makes my working on it a whole lot easier on my hands I’m so thankful so so thankful.

MM Anon

MM ANON ……… formula sprog………… madness will spill………… stupid father………… no she wont’ yes she will……… Nigel’s illegal pint………… Williams cider………… Spain’s pain……………… ahhhhhh, blonde bits …………… 🎼only the lonely🎼……………… for love or MONEY …………… HMTQ ( NENC) ………… with the contempt she deserves …………… it’s all a gamble , Arrrrrr!!

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July 4/20

✝️✝️🌈🌈💟💟 THANK YOU MM ANON. 💟💟🌈🌈✝️✝️

July 5/2020

I don’t believe there was a riddle for Sunday. Sorry l have been off this weekends kids. Going to do my best here.

a RIDDLE #56

formula sprog…………

HOW LONG HAS BERNIE ECCLESTONE BEEN THE HEAD OF F1 RACING?? SEEMS FOREVER. HE HAS ALOT OF CHILDREN AND HAS HAD MORE THAN HIS SHARE OF SUPERMODEL GIRLFRIENDS, HEIDI KLUM TO NAMONI CAMPBELL. WELL THE RIPE AGE OF 89 GENT HAS DONE IT AGAIN. A NEW BABY BOY WITH A WOMAN HALF HIS AGE, BABES INITIALS SPELL ACE, ALEXANDER CHARLES, WITH HIS THIRD WIFE FABRIANA FLOSI. CONGRATULATIONS.

madness will spill…………

There used to be an unwritten agreement that anybody who is caught with in any area of the Palace illegally without permission breaking in whatever would not be arrested it would not be made public but they will be quietly and quickly locked away in a psychiatric facility for quite some time. For some reason this change just before the gentleman broke into her Majesty‘s bedroom oh I can’t remember what year that was. Madam is known to have been attempting to do this and also attempting to take pictures of the Cambridge children and various areas of which Christmas time at Sandringham when she would go to the bathroom whenever she would attempt to take the long way around. And take some pictures. We do know that Prince Charles had her summarily shipped back and escorted back to the United States after being discovered trying that serve trick.This MOS lawsuit that she’s got her self into of her own choice and whatever comes out when that is made public I don’t know if it’s going to drive her mad she may already be mad but she’s going to stick with her narcissism till the end of the road. I think what we have here is GM going mad at the loss of her fancy lifestyle and having everything in anything the way she wants it and she will be spilling her guts completely to get a deal and who knows what that will look like. All I know is they better keep a better eye on her than they did on her partner JE there.

stupid father…………

There are several stupid fathers here to choose from and I’m not sure which one it would be it would be daddy Thomas. GM’s father she’s she’s the youngest daughter and was always said to be his favourite and I think there’s a lot of nefarious activities going on there from day one. So I think he would be a good person in the running for this description that’s for sure. I’m not sure if that’s who you’re looking for an MM ANONI think he could be an option so could daddy Thomas so could several people that I can think of .

no she wont’ yes she will………

No she won’t yes she will know she won’t yes she will back-and-forth game will GM talk won’t GM talk won’t GM talk.I’m sure it has many people sitting on the edge of the edge of their seats.

Nigel’s illegal pint…………

Rumours abound that Nigel Farage has just returned from the United States and he did not do any quarantining or self isolating, but instead he went out to to have a drink.. Again we see another example of one rule for the upper ups and one rule for the regular people.

Williams cider…………

On July 3 Prince William visit at the Rose and Crown pub talking about how the business has been affected with Covid and that sort of thing. And he looked he looked like he was enjoying his Aspalls cider.Try saying the name of that cider into a speaker audio software and you’ll see what comes out and you say I had to manually fix that that was not appropriate.

Spain’s pain………………

Spain has been been hit particularly hard by the Covid virus both in Numbers and in deaths. On the Catalonia region on July 4 went back into lockdown due to a spike in cases. I think we’re going to continue to see this happen globally places will start to unlock down in the more people move around it’s gonna go up again.

ahhhhhh, blonde bits ……………

When I see the term blonde bits it can refer to several things. But I think man this thing of people sitting on the throne I don’t know other than the queen or princess Philip. Prince Andrew was dating Caprice, a well-known socialite. L believe she’s American but she sure has done the rounds in London. In fact when the real housewives kind of version tv show Ladies in London their first season Caprice was actually on there. I’m ashamed to actually admit that I watch the first two seasons of Ladies in London.I think she was pregnant with twins at the time it was so dramatic. The rumour goes and I don’t know if it’s true or not but the prince Andrew let her sit on his mothers throne so I don’t know if that’s what this is referring to but it just might be.

🎼only the lonely🎼………………

GREAT ROY ORBISON SONG, IF YOU LIKE HIS VOICE MANNER. Roy Orbison had a really wobbly kind of singing voice it was very very distinct. I have a feeling that this is Madam and she’s feeling very sorry for herself she’s a lonely even though she’s PR ‘edup the wazoo that she’s happier than ever with her hairy and her Archie in her wonderful life in Los Angeles.

for love or MONEY ……………

Definitely for the money that’s why everybody is out for in this whole scenario love has nothing to do with it. All these doctors and gave makers in dealmakers and oh icky people. Somebody is buying that dossier from the DM I’m certain of it to get that information out and I don’t know who that would be and I don’t know who would have that kind of money but it’s definitely going to come out and it’s going to be as far removed from the royal family as possible so they cannot even be the appearance of propriety or impropriety that they are involved in any way shape or form. I think this is gonna happen in the near future because with GM and in custody now I am I think things are gonna start to roll if she starts to to flap her lips.

HMTQ ( NENC) …………

HER STANDARD, NEVER EXPLAIN NEVER COMPLAIN. (SHE GOT THAT FROM HER MUM HMTQM, THROUGHOUT THE REIGN OF HER HUSBAND.)Well everything has been going on for the last couple of years with Harry and the backers and everything else we have not heard a word of complaint from HMTQ. If there were ever a time to complain seeing that photo of a GM and KS sitting on the throne and it’s just makes me absolutely sick.

with the contempt she deserves ……………

This could be referring to Madam or to GM. Since there has been such a long contempt in this sphere for Madam I am going to go with GM. I have no doubt that she is going to try and save her scrawny butt and she knows a lot of information about a lot of people and she should be very very nervous I think at this point I can’t even imagine. And I know that she will be treated with all the respect that a court allows but she will be treated with as much contempt as she deserves because she certainly deserves as much or more contempt of the men because she has a female recruited young girls it’s just absolutely beyond the pale of disgusting.

it’s all a gamble , Arrrrrr!!

When I read this l think of a pirate so I do.I don’t think this refers to pirates though. I think this has to do with the long game that has been played now between the royal family the backers the whole political movement to get rid of the Monarchy. We have in the background the attempt to get a princess Andrew who is a friend of GM and JE was that in fact the first attempt to infiltrate the royal family? The back is hiring Madam to go at our Harry I was at the second attempt? This is all one long game of poker got to have a good poker face to stay in this game for as long as the Lord Geidt has and it’s her long is Her Majesty has and this is not at the end I don’t think I think there’s a lot to happen yet. And the arrrrrr is just the utter frustration for everybody imagine being directly involved!

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57. July 8

MM ANON ……… girl up the creek………hostage man. ………… half free meal………… drug exposure …………… …staff redundancy at HMTQ …………… boarding rules …………… most popular royal ……………… mines a cider……… ( where’s pg 💜💜) ……………”it’s Balmoral Philip, but not as we know it) …… out of his Depp-th… “ more 🎼Braziiiiil🎼…………… Spanish flu?? ……… 🎼we’re all going on a summer holiday 🎼

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July 8/2020. RIDDLE#57

girl up the creek………

There’s a saying here that if you’re up the creek it usually involves a four letter word starting with S and ending in T , but if you’re up the creek it means the jig is up, your days are numbered, the game is over, the police are coming and don’t bother fighting just cooperate, basically. Madam has been up the creek for quite some time! She’s been up the creek since before the gathering of unhappy people when she was using PR to keep this fake relationship alive she used to use PR for the last four years, at least, to keep Prince Harry as part of her inner circle, her partner and her husband, her beloved all that other garbage that comes out of her mouth!! I know there have been points for the past two years where we’ve had the clue at a tipping point or we have felt we’ve been at a tipping point, but I think we’ve tipped over to be quite honest with you. I think we have tipped and we’re sliding down like in the movie Titanic. You know how that scene, where the whole ship goes from horizontal to vertical and it starts just sink into the water? I think that’s exactly where we’re at Madam is at the top of that boat clingning on for her dear life. It is sinking Rachel, your ship is sinking. I don’t know what’s what your future holds but good luck with that all I care about is getting our Harry back and getting him rehabilitated and free of your claws and clutches!

The other girl at the creek is GM and it’s going to be very interesting all the tributaries that she takes us along as she Is brought to justice! I hope for her Majesty safe the truth comes out that this is all been a plot to entrap prince Andrew and all these years of rumours an end innuendos and whatever other adjective you want to use has all been part of this whole plot to bring down the monarchy!

hostage man. …………

That video that was released for the Queen’s trust the zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom with Madam and the ‘ hostage man’, Harry. I am not jesting that’s what many of the comments were saying, Harry looks like he was held hostage. I don’t know, that whole video from start of my couldn’t even watch the whole thing to be honest with you! It’s just I just feel evil oozing through that screen and and the look on his face and the weather does Harry or are Fhairy or a robot or a hologram or whatever she’s putting it out there as if it is Prince Harry and I just find it so flipping disturbing!! It is so upsetting and I just wish I just wish this would end. The comments on many of the papers the daily mail, people were actually frightened for Harry he looked frightened he looked walked over, he was relegated to ¼ of the screen even if that wasn’t Harry still she’s portraying that and the public is believing that that Fhairy and she’s talking over him none of this is new but seeing it on on that weird pixelated zoom call that was live streamed! They were all pixelated she was clearer than him and the other people on the zoom were not pixelated! It was just all weird and they all left me feeling like there was evil I cannot put it in any other way it’s just pure and utter evil and vile presence.

half free meal…………

Rishi Sinak has a program that for £10off A meal in a restaurant is called Eat Out to Help Out. It is his pitch in his attempt to help the flourishing businesses get some money into the coffers after this devastating Covid lockdown.Diners will receive up to a discount of 10 pounds per head on Mondays Tuesdays and Wednesdays trying to get people out and show the restaurants and bars. I hope it works anything for a free pint right! There have been lots of comments and rumours already that their people already trying to scam this a program. Also 5% VAT.

drug exposure …………… …

This comment could apply to almost every person on the planet. However I am going to go with Johnny Depp because that just a massive do wall-to-wall new news coverage at least the daily mail.. The female that is that he is involved with I’m not gonna mention her name again took a picture of his lunch I think she called it with his large glass of whiskey has four lines of cocaine and music and cigarettes and whatever else. I think there was a lot of drug use,that was a very very dysfunctional relationship and yes people do what they need to do to cope right. If you keep your head numbed then you don’t have to deal with the fact at this beautiful gorgeous woman is a beating you up all the time.

I do have a feeling that this is not the right answer is a drug exposure I don’t know is it going to be in this dossier that comes out will it be exposed how much hi Madam like to indulge in her hobbies? The word exposure has my head but my Spidey sense is going exposure do you know if something has been kept hidden will be revealed and I wonder if that is not part of it just a thought.

staff redundancy at HMTQ ……………

Was announced, today is Wednesday it was announced late Monday l think, that there would be layoffs will you it is called redundancies in the UK. These redundancies are to be within within the staff of the royal household. This is very very sad news on top of many other people losing their employment I’m sure it’s in credibly difficult for her Majesty to kind of pick and choose who goes and I’m sure that’s left up to other people but it must be just incredibly heartbreaking to see people of been given is giving their work and service to the crown and I’ll being made redundant my heart really truly breaks for both her Majesty and and those being made redundant!

Again due to this whole Covid thing there does set her Majesty will return to Buckingham palace at all she’ll remain at Windsor and maybe Balmoral. As a result sadly it sounding like 250 staff are going to be made redundant I am in tears reading talking to I’m not typing what I’m tears telling you telling you this. What does means for the royal family going forward I don’t know that’s just complete unknown I think another part of the riddle says that it’s Balmoral but not like we do it and that is the truth.

boarding rules ……………

There’s been talk a couple of weeks now I’ve been hearing and reading bags of it about both George and Charlotte being sent off to boarding school as they are arriving at that age when children historically were sent away. The concern about George is “” sensitive nature at least in the media is is giving his parents pause as to what’s best for him however charlottes outgoing nature according to the media think she would do very well at boarding school. I’m doing believe that we should leave this decision up to William and Catherine they are the ones who are the parents and this is A whole New World. A world with tear a world with pandemic Covid a world with riots in the world just full of security concerns and I truly do not know how in 2020 security could be safely manage for those children studying away from home I’m sure I’m sure the boys and gray could do it I have no doubt I have no doubt at all but I think it would just be so invasive and so pervasive that it would just be so, too much too much. Again that’s my opinion the world has change so much in 2020 I never thought in my short lifetime 53 years that things things would ever go this direction and I was just chatting with a friend that was here she came to visit I had a visitor I had a visitor I’m so happy oh is it so long since I’ve had a visitor is commenting on how glad I am my parents have past and they’re not here to see what’s happening to the world.