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Prophetic Number 156
The Following Channel is from higher powers, Divine, the ancestral plane and is prophetic through Quornesha S. Lemon| Whether Prophetic Number 156 appears in dreams, visions, waking life or synchronicities, it is a sign and message that someone special is coming into your life. This person will lift you and your family higher and higher. Pay attention to the red flags in others. As this will dictate the relationships and connections you aren’t or are willing to accept. Choose to date only people who match what it is you are looking for. If you are looking for marriage only date those who are commitment minded today. A person who is casual will not likely be ready for commitment in the next 6 months or year. Get acquainted with your intuition and know what your deal breakers are. If you wouldn’t marry them don’t share your body and time with them. Your body is sacred and doesn’t need to be so accessible to everyone.
You create less soul ties with people that are on the same vibration as you whom share your vision. The number 156 is a sign that you are destined to choose and marry the right person. It is the heavens duty to get you to this divine connection. Do not agree with the negativity of others. They will tell you what is not possible so that THEY can have access to you. (Eat not from him that hath an evil eye. (KJV bible). 156 prophecies a beautiful union. You will marry if that is your choice and it will be a beautiful one. So, never settle for whatever may pop up along the way. Pay close attention to the surrounding synchronicities. You are loved and you are very special to divine.
The forthcoming days, weeks and year(s), are going to be very special for and to you. Divine’s best is on the way, do not settle for anything less than that. You will know what or who that is as they will for you.  If you are already attached and you get this message and you are NOT happy then this is applicable to what you have the potential of receiving in someone else should you move on. Prophetic number 156 is a reminder that you will be happy and your life will be easier than years prior.  This is also a sign that every other area of your life will come into place. The number 156 is a sign that a marital settlement is being released over your life. It’s manifestation time.
Heaven is in agreement with your prayers and ideas. Keep up the great work and be on the lookout for results. Continue your prayers and intentions. Get out and manifest by buying things in faith, in relation to what you want. What was said to take years will happen for you in a matter of moments now. You have manifested miracles and one of them is marriage. Your relationship, shall end in marriage. The number 156 equates to 12 which is then compounded into the number 3. It is a good time to be on dating apps, out and about and socializing. Wherever you feel led and authentic.
This message isn't, obviously resonant with all whose paths it crosses, as perhaps you may encounter someone of this vernacular, mastery or skill. Therefore, it is a sign from the universe that you're meant to work with such a person.
Need further clarity or your own queries answered? Book your own reading as my schedule is full and I do not guarantee a reply on social media regarding this post.
If this is not you, then it is time to get clear to rejoin your tribe or the rest of the world of infinite beings. It's time to bring your light to the forefront. However, if you aren't able to invoke, heal or otherwise on your own, call on the assistance of shamans, healers, intuitive people, etc. to assist you. This synchronicity can possibly have specific meanings for you, it's time to get insight. 
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जानिए अपने हर ज्योतिषीय सवालों के जवाब, अब घर बैठे. #online #onlineshopping #onlineastrologyconsultancy #astroreport #report #kundli #horoscopes #zodiacsigns #careerdevelopment #Marrital #businessideas https://www.instagram.com/p/CfAzzx0Plc1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Awhile ago I made a post talking about how Aegon only views Helaena as his sister and not wife, and I think this really reinforces it!
We know that Aegon mostly ignores Helaena except when he's drunk (as Helaena says), and it's implied that the two of them already have their children (at the very least the twins).
A normal person being forced to sleep with their sibling would definitely need to be partly wasted to be able to go through with it.
The fact that Aegon not only gave her a present, but also made sure that it was something that she would genuinely like (as seen by the fact that she spends a lot of the dinner playing with it and even shows it off to Otto), kinda of shows that he does care about her, he just seems to be incapable of loving his sister the way a husband should.
(this isn't meant to excuse the shitty things Aegon has done, just an analysis I thought of)
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togansweep · 1 year
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friend from my acting class found my tumblr :(
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learningfromlosing · 4 months
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waking up your SO when they're snoring too loud is a marriage counseling technique actually
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haoyando · 11 months
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Unsolicited Advice
Image by ShonEjai from Pixabay She really didn’t want my advice, which was unsolicited in her unexpressed opinion towards me. However her mother insisted that I talk to her about how to improve her English and how to incorporate new methods of learning. So I was obliged to share with her methods like “comprehensive input”, listening, dual subtitles. Whenever I paused, she would insert her…
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huevobuevo · 1 year
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nynewsbash · 2 years
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Winona Ryder Net Worth 2022, Age, Boyfriend, Family & Biography
Winona Ryder Net Worth 2022, Age, Boyfriend, Family & Biography
Winona Ryder Net Worth 2022, Age, Boyfriend, Family & Biography Winona Ryder Net Worth 2022! The Famous Actress, Winona Laura Horowitz aka Winona Ryder was born on October 29, 1971. She is an American actress and TV personality. Ryder is one of the most loved lady actors during the 90’s. In addition, she carved a different niche in the heart of the audience with her top-notch performance and…
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sgiandubh · 5 months
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Have you seen the official Getty pictures of Sam and Eleanor from tonight and this below? I’m not sure how to best express my feelings but it’s making me question the special chemistry I thought S and C had and believing they are a couple. I’m trying not to be sad but I’m questioning everything I have believed.
https://twitter.com/cashmyeshaybabe/status/1719822928714596696?s=46&t=PwRUwYJkImTt7ctbAQQkKw
Thanks for a weary and distraught shipper.
(*Testing 1, 2. Testing 1, 2, 3. Can everyone hear me?*... is the Austen-esque style civilized enough for your crowd?!)
Dear Weary and Distraught Anon,
I have Reasons to believe you are neither Weary, nor Distraught (or a Shipper, for that matter), since you are making The Rounds in the Hope that you will Elicit a New Convert, or at least Stir Shite like it's God's Work. Let me, therefore, Inform you that @bat-cat-reader has Blocked you on the spot, which I believe prompted this Last Resort solution of turning to me.
I happen to share the Same Sentiments as you, Anon. I am also Weary of People Like You, immediately popping in our inboxes with your Puerile, huffing and puffing Fake Tantrums, every Single Time S or C get out of Their Bubble and have a public apparition. And I am also Distraught at the Very Thought that People Like You still think we are Candid enough to even consider your intellectually Precarious Arguments, even for a Single Second.
These are the Earth-Shattering pictures that ruined your Evening, Anon:
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Exhibit 1: a bit of eye-candy for 'your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses'. Promo-shtick 101.
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Exhibit 2, or as your Chief, the Dimwit would dementedly shout every time one of you, Anons, makes it alive back to Mordor: MARRIT! FUCKING! (I believe the Third Interjection in her Dedicated and Minimalistic Vocabulary was...MARRAPAZ? 🙄)
Ho-hum. He doesn't even touch Tomlinson in this second picture, Anon.
Have a chicle, Anon. Then, repeat after me:
Eleanor Tomlinson is C's Good Friend. C has publicly okayed the project on X when they started shooting the series.
Eleanor Tomlinson is MARRIT to Will Owen since 2022. Their first marriage anniversary was Paper.
Eleanor Tomlinson and Sam Heughan have On-screen Chemistry only. They do not have a Ten Year-long History of Innuendos and decently substantiated occurrences, allowing for a pretty Clear Theory of life/love status - unlike Those Other Two you are so readily doubting, Liar Anon.
When you are done repeating those, please write 120 times in a row the following:
I have the attention span of a Highland midge and the ferocity of a rattlesnake.
We're done now, Anon. Please pack your belongings hit the Copy/Paste buttons for a Fuming Anon to Dimwit citing All Subsequent Comments to this Post and kindly (but quickly) see Yerself Oot.
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luhafraser · 26 days
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Why show a healthy and loving relationship when you can continue to give breadcrumbs to this fandom and leave all these women theorizing and attacking each other, right?! And all of them stuck in this circus!
But... But... But Sarah had the MPC backpack...
Wow... MARRIT! 🤣
(I'm going to make fun of this because isn't that what SC want?! Shippers and Antis mocking each other?!)
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And maybe... That's what true love is...
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Gia still keeps the bottle and a little bit of the golden liquid.
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gotham-ruaidh · 8 months
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Who I Am - a 7x07 and 7x08 story
Set in the “Tell Me About Your Family” universe – where William visits the new Big House at Fraser’s Ridge together with Jamie, Claire, Brianna and Roger and their kids, Ian and Rachel and wee Oggy, Fanny, and Jenny Fraser Murray, in an imagined Book 9-ish timeline. He’s known that Jamie is his father for some time, but this is his first “family” visit.
Catch up on the story here:
Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10
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“I thought ye said ye were raised on a farm.”
Jenny Fraser Murray reached across to undo the knot that William had somehow tangled in the wool. “Here. Ye pull the strands apart like this, and then ye wind them together.”
William flushed but kept his head bent to his work. “I lived on my stepfather’s plantation for a time, but I was always busy riding or studying with my tutors or helping him entertain guests. I’m afraid I’m not much of a farmer, Auntie Jenny.”
She tsked. “So I assume ye never learned to clickit, either?”
“Pardon?”
“To make socks or scarves wi’ yarn using needles.”
Carefully he wound the strands of raw wool. “To knit? No, I never learned that either. Though I do remember my grandmother Dunsany had a basket full of yarn and thread and thimbles in her sitting room. I got into it once when I was a boy and she was not too happy with me.”
Jenny expertly tied off a handful of raw wool, and carefully took the wool from William’s hands. “Jamie and I learned to clickit from our Mam when we were bairns. My husband Ian – we grew up together, and one year for Hogmanay before we were courting, we knit each other hats wi’out knowing.” She smiled at the memory. “No’ like I needed one, mind. But it was a nice gift all the same.”
William gathered the tied-off piles of wool from the table and began stacking them on the tray Jenny had brought out onto the porch. “Was that before or after he lost his leg?”
“Oh, before. And he didnae lose the whole leg, just the part below the knee. He took grapeshot to the leg when he and Jamie were mercenaries in Flanders.”
That got William’s attention. “Da was a mercenary?”
Jenny nodded, stretching the cramp out of her neck and shoulders. “Aye, for the year after Father died. He had a price on his heid, so he needed to be somewhere else. He spoke French, so the choice was simple.” She turned to look at her nephew. “Did ye not ken that? Weel, I suppose there’s still a lot you don’t ken about my brother.”
William pursed his lips. “I didn’t know, no. It must have been his first time serving with an army, I suppose. And a foreign one, too.”
They watched a hawk glide soundlessly over the mountain. Smiled at Jem and Germaine sitting high up in the oak tree at the edge of the dooryard, swinging their legs from a high branch.
“He’s no’ spoken to me about it. Ever. Ian came home wounded, but Jamie didnae come back to Lallybroch wi’ him, on account of him being a wanted man. It took months until Ian was back on his feet, and while I mended him he told me a few things here and there about what it was like with the army. But then we turned back to running Lallybroch, and we were marrit not too long afterward, so…”
William stood, and extended a hand to help Jenny to her feet. Carefully he gathered the tray, now heaped high with wool. “Where may I take this for you, Auntie?”
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It was a fine, crisp late summer evening. Roger supervised Jem, Germaine, Mandy, and Fanny washing the supper dishes at the trough in the dooryard, taking advantage of the last light. Jenny and Brianna’s voices drifted from somewhere inside the house, planning for the next day’s spinning of the raw wool into yarn. Ian and Rachel had retreated to their cabin with Oggy, who had fussed quite a bit during supper and clearly needed somewhere quiet to rest.
“Here.” William looked up to see his father holding out a pewter cup, took it, and shifted a bit on the bench to allow room for Jamie to sit beside him.
“I still can’t believe how peaceful it is here,” William remarked, watching the last rays of sun touch the treetops on the mountain.
“Aye. I’ve a short list of things I’m most happy about in my life. Getting the grant for this land is on it.” Jamie held out his own pewter cup, and William tapped it. “Slainte.”
“Slan-juh,” William echoed, taking a sip, feeling proud he did not immediately grimace.
Jamie smiled. “Good lad. We’ll have ye speaking the Gaidhlig fluently before too long.”
“You speak French?”
Jamie frowned, a bit surprised at the sudden question. “I do. And the Latin and Greek, a bit of Cherokee, and a wee bit of Chinese as weel.” He sipped his whisky. “And you, wee William? You must have the Latin and Greek, if your education was as good as Lord John has told me.”
“Yes. And French, and now some of the Prussian language as well.”
“Of course, on account of the Hessians.”
William nodded. Sipped his whisky. “I’m asking because Auntie Jenny told me today that you had served as a mercenary.”
“In Flanders. Aye. That was a long time ago.”
“Was that your first time serving in an army?”
Jamie stretched out his long legs, exposing his kneecaps as the drapes of the kilt fell away, pocked with scars.
“It was. I didnae have much choice, mind you. I had escaped from the English at Fort William, in the Highlands. I was being held for murdering an officer. I hadnae murdered him, mind you, but there was no reasoning with the garrison commander. That man had had me flogged twice in the space of a week, after all.”
William’s eyes bugged at this information.
Claire emerged onto the porch, medical apron tied over her skirts. “There you are. Is now a good time?”
Jamie shifted his pewter cup to his left hand, and extended his right hand over the rail of the bench. Claire pulled up a chair so that Jamie’s four-fingered hand lay in her lap, and pulled a jar out of a pocket.
William blinked, remembering his manners, and craned his neck to see. “What’s that?”
Claire opened the jar and set it between her knees. “It’s a salve I make for Jamie, on account of the pain he still feels in his hand. Helps to loosen the tension. Especially on days like today when I know he’s been using it too much.”
“Near every bone in this hand was broken when I was no’ much older than you,” Jamie explained casually, grimacing a bit as Claire’s sure fingers kneaded the salve into the tissue. “Pained me for years. And then at Saratoga I injured it again. Both times, Claire mended me. She promised me I’d have a working hand, and I do.”
“My first real surgery, this hand was,” she murmured, massaging the palm with both thumbs.
Jamie leaned over to kiss her forehead.
William cleared his throat. “I knew that Saratoga was not your first battle.”
“But it was yours,” Jamie interjected.
William took a sip of whisky. “Yes. I – I thought I would be better prepared.”
“There’s nothing that can prepare you, lad. I was but twenty years old when I fought my first true battle. I’d done the occasional cattle raid here and there, so I thought I’d be ready.”
“I wager you weren’t.”
“No. Drilling is easy. Knowing what to do in the heat of battle, right after you see your comrades die in front of you…that’s something else entirely.”
William watched Fanny and Mandy carefully carry a stack of clean plates and pewter cups across the dooryard and back into the house. Smelled the sharp, clean tang of the ointment.
“I am ashamed to tell you this, but I do not think I acted too honorably in the first battle.”
“At Saratoga, you mean?”
William nodded, looking down at his hands. “I froze. My comrade…my friend…took a bullet right next to me. All I remember is General Fraser screaming at me, but I couldn’t hear any of the words.”
He watched Jamie’s hand slide on to his, gripping it. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, son. It’s the hell of a shock. I’ve experienced it myself, a time or two.”
“Prestonpans. Culloden. The war with the Regulators,” Claire murmured.
William swallowed. “I recovered, of course, and led the next charge. Though now I realize it was you and your men I was fighting, and that fact makes me absolutely sick to my stomach.”
Jamie squeezed his son’s hand. “Take that feeling, lad, and multiply it by the largest number ye can think of. And then you’ll know just how I felt, when in the second battle I shot your hat right off your heid.”
William raised his mug to his lips, watching the liquid slosh as his hand shook. Feeling his body seize up with tension. “Dear God.”
His vision swam. His pulse dropped.
Steps – Mother Claire. Gently taking away his mug, and resting her hands on his shoulders. “William. It’s all right. You’re here with us now. Breathe deep.”
Jamie’s hand gripping his. “In and out, lad. Follow me.”
Claire undoing his stock, settling a hand on the clammy back of his neck. “Slowly now.”
He did not know if it was minutes or hours that Jamie and Claire surrounded him, comforted him, soothed him.
But when he did return to himself, he was crying.
“I’m sorry,” he gasped.
Jamie squeezed his shoulder, and kissed his temple. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, lad.”
“It’s called a panic attack.” Claire felt his cheeks and forehead with the back of a cool hand. “Have you had them before?”
He licked his parched lips. “Yes, but never that strong. Only when I’m truly upset.”
“I can give you some guidance on what to do, should it happen again and we’re not here to help,” she said gently. “But there’s no cure. I’m sorry to tell you that even in my time, these things happen. Perhaps even more frequently.”
William swallowed. “Have men not discovered a way to end all wars, then?”
She knelt on the porch, still holding his pulse between her fingers. “I’m afraid not. You know that Jamie’s endured several wars. I endured a war of my own, in the years right before I met him. England and France and the Americans were all on the same side of this war, if you can believe it. Fighting the Prussians, in the fields of France.”
“They called it a world war,” Jamie added. “Men fighting each other wi’out swords, but with guns, and with bombs dropped from the sky.”
“I worked in an aid station, right at the edge of the combat zone.” Claire looked at him, but her eyes were so far away. “Patched up many men not too much older than you. So, I understand.”
William swallowed. “I – I am a soldier. Being a soldier is what I’ve aspired to for my whole life. To be like my stepfather, and the men in his family.”
Jamie and Claire listened, patient.
“But I like this – being with all of you, here in the quiet. Perhaps I’m more cut out to be a farmer. I love my men, but this life here…”
“We understand, William.” Jamie reached to cup his son’s cheek, for the first time in his life, as if he were a wee lad. “And we will love you and support you no matter what you choose.”
“The Americans will win this war, will they not?”
“They will,” Claire said softly. “Of that I’m certain.”
William set his jaw. “Perhaps I should start spending a lot more time here.”
“There’s nothing we’d love more. But you have a life outside of this place, William – we cannae keep you from it.”
“Being here, with all of you, this past week – it makes me wonder whether this life here is more important. I need more time with you, Da – and with you, Mother Claire – and with Brianna and her family. I need to know who I am.”
Jamie smiled. “You already do, lad.”
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#kundlimilan #marriage #matchmaker #marritable #marriagegoals #marriageceremony https://www.instagram.com/p/CoYq8NzPz-W/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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wip wednesday
tagged by my beloved @walkinginland!! thank you friend 💜💜 The last month has been A Lot but I do have some lines from The Wedding chapter of Seaside (and a teaser for the moodboard!) to share:
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He reached for her hand again, enjoying the feel of it within his own more than needing to guide her, and walked to where the edge of the tide met the land. He turned so that they were facing one another. “In the Highlands, we have an ancient tradition called Handfasting,” he began, as the wind began to whip around them and the icy water crested over their bare feet. “Hundreds of years ago, if ye couldn’t make it to a church to be marrit, ye could clasp hands wi’ yer beloved and declare yourselves wed. That was considered just as binding as getting marrit before a priest.”        
He saw the moment that understanding clicked in her gaze, and he squeezed her hand. “I believe in God, Sassenach, and I believe that He sent ye and the lad to me, and I dinna need to marry you in front of a priest for that to be true. God is just as present here in the seaside as He is in the church.” 
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"This is our wedding, Claire. This is our church.”
no pressure tagging @theawkwardterrier @lara-frasers @frasers-of-my-heart
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"I'll tell everyone that Fergus has already beded me. He hasna, but I'll say it anyway. So ye see...I shall either be marrit...or ruined."
OUTLANDER 31 DAY CHALLENGE Day 7: Scene that made you laugh the most ↳ 3x09 "The Doldrums"
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fuckyeahfightlock · 14 days
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if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?
have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who?
list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with.
I hope you're having a good day! :D
To really understand me, I say read Inconsolable by my beloved friend of 20+ years Marrit Ingman (a memoir of postpartum depression), watch SLC Punk!, and listen to Act 2 of This American Life 119 Lockup, "Mother's Day."
A writer who thinks just like me. . .hmm. I'm not sure what that even means. The great Skip Hollandsworth of Texas Monthly sure writes a mean longform true crime article, and I think endlessly about true crime stories, so. Douglas Coupland wrote Generation X, which was very a-ha for this Gen Xer--both sparked my enthusiasm for novels that redefine what a novel is (post-modern novels, which are as much about recreating, twisting, and even commenting on form as much as they are about telling the story) as well as defining us as a clump of people born in a certain time, for better or worse.
If we define fandom as requiring interaction with other fans (not merely being a fan of something), currently my only ones are Sherlock, Doctor Who, and Black Sails. In the past I was very active in Morrissey fandom (via messageboard, pre-tumblr and outside of LiveJournal). I don't really identify with fictional characters, as far as thinking that a character reminds me of myself; I've never encountered that phenomenon.
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