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musicforastylesrestaurant · 10 months

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I have an ideaaa so maybe you like to write about it. Imagine harry having a long term girlfriend or even wife but they are so private and harry protects her so much that nobody in the general public really knows anything about her or their relationship and the fans eat up every single information or content they can get about her and their relationship.

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh Mysterious Girl.

masterlist || ask me anything <3

authors note - this is my first time doing an instagram concept of sorts and i wanted to make it easy on myself and use manips of harry with someone who i chose queen selena, please don’t be harsh on me and enjoy. 🫶

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2013.

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harryupdates, Harry spotted going on a park walk with a mystery girl in London today!

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username, who is she?

username, sorry but no

username, she’s actually so pretty!!

username, right?

username, his little beany 👉👈

username, they legit look like they could be siblings

username, they look so beautiful together

username, what part of London is this?

username, it was Hyde park!

username, if they’re dating then they make such a hot couple

username, PAPA

username, her names (Y/N) I’m not sure how old she is or what her job is but she’s from London

username, (Y/N) is such a cute name!

2015.

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harryupdates, Harry and (Y/N) spotted at Louis’s mums wedding today!!

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username, power couple right there!!

username, they attended her wedding together?

username, I mean they are dating so it would explain things 🤷‍♀️

username, it’s never been confirmed that they’re dating

username, his outfit is making me feel so many different thoughts

username, I don’t get what the hype of them is, she’s not even that pretty

username, don’t be so rude!

username, just because your jealous doesn’t mean that he can’t be happy

username, we better get the photo that she took on her phone

username, her Instagram accounts private so I highly doubt we will

username, I actually love them

username, she’s so gorgeous for literally no reason

username, imagine they got married as well

username, my life would officially end

username, if they got married they wouldn’t last, she’s probably a gold digger or something

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harryupdates, Harry and (Y/N) arriving at the last ever one direction performance today!

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username, we love a supportive gf

username, her smile is actually adorable

username, I spoke to her when they were arriving and she was actually one of the nicest people I’d ever spoken to

username, what did you say to her?! we need details!!

username, I said that her and Harry make a really cute couple and she said thank you and we have each other a hug

username, I need to meet both of them one day!

username, I can’t believe it’s the last show already

username, there outfits are actually so pretty!

username, I love the fact that we haven’t seen them together in almost five months and they just suddenly app at together out of no where

username, every time I see a notification that you’ve posted I hope that it’s something ti do with them

username, sometimes I just Google both there names and scroll through pictures of them

username, I don’t get why they get so much hate, I love them together !!

2017.

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harryandynupdates, A photo montage of (Y/N) supporting Harry at the Dunkirk Premiere.

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username, her red dress is so cute !!

username, her head resting on his shoulder is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life

username, it’s officially confirmed that they’re dating

username, they look so in love

username, if they ever broke up I don’t think I’d be able to live

username, the kiss on the lips is making me feel a multitude of different things

username, I’m having heart palpitations over here

username, can they adopt me?

username, CONTENT CONTENT CONTENT

yourinstagram, thank you so much for creating this, I’m putting this as my lock screen as we speak. ❤️

username, (Y/N)!

username, the queen has spoken!

username, she commented, I repeat she commented !

username, she basically confirmed that they were dating

username, it’s been confirmed for ages we just never wanted to believe it.

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annetwist, Merry Christmas from my family to yours!🎄🎅

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username, I want to be part of there family Christmas so badly

username, seeing photos of (Y/N) actually make me so happy!

username, she’s so pretty for literally no reason

yourinstagram, thank you so much lovelies, it means a lot ❤️

username, I want there roast dinner

username, (Y/N) CONTENT (Y/N) CONTENT

username, isn’t Harry pescatarian?

username, doesn’t mean that the others can’t have turkey?

username, all the stockings on the fire place 🥹🥹

gemmastyles, one of the best Christmases ever! x

username, gem!

username, the better styles right there!

username, (Y/N) and Harry are legit couple goals

username, you and Gemma are mother and daughter goals

yourinstagram, one of the best Christmases I’ve ever had, thank you for having me. ❤️❤️

username, she’s so cute, I love it!

annetwist, it was my pleasure, darling. x

username, she’s part of the family, omds I’m sobbing 😭

username, the photo of (Y/N) and Harry in the snow!

username, CONTENT, MAMA YOUR FEEDING US

username, (Y/N)s officially part of the annual Christmas photo

username, she’s winning at life right now

username, (Y/N) OUR QUEEN! 👸 👸

2019.

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harryupdates, Harry speaking about (Y/N) in his recent interview with Zane Lowe!

“I met my fiancé when we were just eighteen and didn’t officially start dating until I gained the courage to ask her out at a mutual friends party, she’s my best friend and always will be, she’s my biggest inspiration and honestly don’t know what I’d be doing if I hadn’t of met her…I didn’t really think I’d ever be in love, not in this degree anyway. My whole family adore her just as much as me and that’s all I could ever ask for.

she knew what she was getting into when we started dating and that’s what I think made us want to keep our relationship so private, I don’t want her exposed to all the paparazzi knowing the cruel things that they can say, I like to think I’m an open book and seeing how she is with my life styles, and my fans makes me love her even more, which I didn’t think was at all possible.”

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username, FIANCE?

username, you kept that one quiet mister!

username, (Y/N)s not even that pretty, he deserves better

username, literally stfu pls and thx

username, get a life

username, he’s so happy

username, I love that his family love her as well, that makes her even more special!

nicolasgrimshaw, Its' me! I'm the friend!!

username, NICK!

username, LOVE THAT <3

username, nick the match maker

username, his biggest inspiration, sobbing on the floor

username, currently digging my own grave as we speak

username, he deserves to be with someone who can deal with his celebrity status, she’s obviously to weak if he has to say that about her in an interview

username, keyboard warrior

username, if she had an issue with his life she would have left a long time ago

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annetwist, Happy Birthday sweet heart, here’s to 25! 🥂

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username, she calls her sweet heart, I'm sobbing!

username, hey Anne, I was wondering if you could adopt me, <3

username, don't ask me why this made me so emotional its literally just a picture

username, her smile 😭😭

username, shes legit so pretty for real 💗

username, we finally found out her age!

username, was she smiling at harry when this photo was being taken?

yourinstgram, ❤️️❤️️❤️️

username, QUEEN!

username, this so so sweet!

username, this family is actually so sweet

username, Sorry everyone I'm new and don't know who she is can someone tell me?

username, she's Harry's fiancé, her names (Y/N)

username, thank you !

username, sorry Anne she's not your sweetheart, she's our sweetheart!

username, she still exists?

username, she always has and always will

gemmastyles, 👑

username, my heart hearts please this is too much

username, YN CONTENT MY LIFE IS NOW A HAPPY ONE

username, that's literally my reaction every time I see a new picture of her

2020.

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harryupdates, LEAKED PHOTOS OF (Y/N) AND HARRY. SOMEONE HACKED ANNE'S ICLOUD AGAIN!

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username, no wtf?

username, who hacked Anne tf?

username, these photos are cute and all but i think the family would really appreciate if you didn't repost them everywhere

username, as much as I hate the fact anne got hacked, these photos are actually adorable

username, the fifth photo

username, they're so in love it actually hurts my chest☹️

username, delete these right now!

username, unfollow!

username, the photo of them laying in the grass

username, knowing she was with him the day that photoshoot took place is actually so freakin cute!

username, this is the one time i'm not happy i got a picture of (Y/N)

username, who hacked anne like get a fucking life

username, (Y/N) content has never made me feel so sad

username, in the fourth photo, you can see Anne just wanted a photo with her son but she just had to photo bomb it.

username, the smile on Anne's face tells me she doesn't care.

username, this is actually sickening

username, as much as I hate what's happened and the fact there privacy's been exposed, this drama is eating me up

username, take these down right now

2023.

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harryandynupdates, (Y/N) was spotted in the crowd at Harry's Cardiff Show today supporting him!

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username, I LOVE HOW SUPPORTIVE SHE IS

username, she's so happy to be there omds

username, having major fomo over here

username, I knew she was at all his other shows but no one ever got a photo, so thank you to whoever for blessing us with this <3

username, it was me, I was with my sister and she recognised her straight away, she was in the private pit with Jeff and Glenne.

username, I need to party with her so bad

username, like legit it's on my bucket list

username, god blessed us with her

username, she seems so care free like it's actually adorable

username, the man on the left of the photo looks like gino d'acampo

username, I CAN SEE IT!

username, YOUR ACTUALLY RIGHT!!

username, she's his biggest supporter

username, she's just like me!

username, she's his biggest hype women!

username, why is she pulling that face?

username, I've never been more in love with her like wtaf?

username, making me cry seeing how happy and carefree she is being

username, seeing her so happy makes me so happy

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harryupdates, "I CAME HERE HOPING THAT I WOULD SEE (Y/N) BUT I GOT YOU INSTEAD!" Harry reading a sign at the concert tonight and answering with:

"You came here to see my wife? Hate to break it to you sista but she's not here tonight, she's got a stomach bug and was crushed when the medic told her not to leave the bed, so sorry but you'll have to put up with me instead!"

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username, WIFE?!

username, nah he got married?

username, IM ACTUALLY SOBBING LIKE WTF?!

username, I KNEW THEY WERE ENGAGED AND ALL BUT WHEN THE FUCK DID THEY GET MARRIED?!

username, now they can finally adopt me?

username, this content of him and (Y/N) was not something I thought I'd be seeing in 2023.

username, I'm actually so happy for them right now

username, Harry deserves to be happy, and (Y/N) is the perfect person for him

username, literally no one likes her its probably a publicity stunt

username, a publicity stunt that's lasted ten years?!

username, CONGRATS

username, she's in it all for the money

username, CONTENT I REPEAT CONTENT

username, how long do you think they've been married for?

username, I'm thinking some time between Christmas and when tour started up again

username, is this just another way for him to make money?

username, he has a wife?

username, the next thing for him to achieve is becoming a dilf

username, the world would officially end when that happens

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lovelaetter · 9 months

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Everything about Lisa’s chair dance from Hyde Park has me 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

https://www.tumblr.com/pink-vacancy/721854536275329024/lisa-kick-it-hyde-park

screaming, crying, she’s fucking insane-

pretty girl that promises a special private performance just for you, stripping of every piece clothing while dancing and dripping just by the way you look at her :( i can’t help but think of her doing it a bit shyly, maybe starting all confident but as time passes and she’s less and less clothed and you don’t seen affected by it at all, only holding the pieces she throws at you and staring at her with a smirk, she slowly feels blush creeping up her cheeks, feeling silly by the way you have an effect on her even without doing a thing, clothed and just watching every single movement of hers.

her completely naked, sitting down on the chair and spreading her legs, feeling so small and stopping on her tracks when you chuckle, gulping and asking in the tiniest voice “what?” and you walk and kneel in front of her, holding her hips and pulling her to the edge of the chair and she is able to look down and see how ridiculously wet she is, the way her legs are spread wide making her pussy be in full show for you, so ready for whatever you want to do :( whines so prettily and playfully pushes you when you tease her for being so wet without you touching her or even saying anything.

definitely melts when you put your mouth on her, curling up, legs going over your shoulders and probably would fall to the floor if you weren’t holding her. she could easily cum only by your praise too, hearing you say how she’s the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen, with the hottest body and the prettiest, sweetest pussy, that it makes you want to stay between her legs for hours… has her bucking her hips and begging you to make her cum in seconds :(

#asks #blackpink smut #lisa smut #so hard being a silly girl with the messiest pussy in the world

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dross-the-fish · 10 months

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What would a perfect day look like for each of the group?

Adam, A light, pleasant breakfast. A long walk through the woods on a warm summer day ending with reading outside under a shady tree. All the better if he has a companion to share it with.

Quincey, A break from his studies and hanging out with Larry, maybe going for a swim at a lake or the seaside.

Larry, a quiet day indoors listening to music and reading his favorite book, maybe telling scary stories with his friends.

Watson, Any kind of exciting adventure with Sherlock, preferably a challenging mystery but not one that revolves around murder. A day filled with plenty of travel to exciting places and meeting interesting people.

Hyde, Not much of a day person, prefers and exciting night full of dancing and drinking, maybe he'll start a fight just for the excitement and end it tangled up with some fetching company before he sneaks away at the crack of dawn.

Erik has planned this in his head forever. First he and Christine will watch a performance of his favorite opera and then he'll take her out to a lavish dinner. When evening falls they'll hold hands and walk in the park and on the way home he'll serenade her before whisking her off to bed. He insists it really would have been an amazing date! What a shame she ran off with Raoul and... Oh dear, he's crying again.

Selma, a relaxing day off from work, she'd grab her horse and gear and roam the plains. She loves exploring the wilderness and riding across the endless sea of grass stretching out to distant mountains. She enjoys excitement and the city life but she misses the quiet and the scant moments of peace she used to steal for herself back in Texas.

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rowanthestrange · 2 years

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The boys under the trees had lost interest in their ball and were clustering around the stand. The Master bought ice cream for everyone.

It’s not even poisoned.

Did the Doctor, he wondered, have moments like this? Did he walk through Hyde Park, enjoying a warm spring day? Or did all his recreations involve motor oil and patronising people?

…Probably just that, yeah.

He definitely has come further.

Perhaps, thought the Master, the Doctor's exile to Earth, though shorter, had never been free of anger and dismay. The Doctor had tolerated UNIT and the Brigadier. His companions had been forced upon him by officialdom or circumstance. He had chosen nothing.

…True. Good observation. From Division to Division-lite. You feeling ok hon? This is surprisingly psychologically stable of you.

The Master's case was different. He had followed his desires and had awoken them in others. The Major had adored him like a sheepdog loves the shepherd. Pelageya Vlasova had made him dinner every night; an office that nobody in the universe had ever performed.

Valuable information that will not make me cry.

“He had followed his desires and had awoken them in others” - the Doctoring desire still very much there, and what an elegant way to explain it. And the companioning - yes, guess the Major counted as one too. Not exile, gap year. Oh love.

K'vo had betrayed him, but she had done so by forming an alliance with an alien invader. Her treachery had been an act of tribute. He could not hate her for it. Quite the opposite. Which is why she was now packed in his suit-case, among his shirts and socks and shaving equipment.

That’s the game: if you’re gonna be the Doctor you gotta love your backstabbing Master, unfortunate but it’s the rule.

Pletrov lingered at the kiosk window, making up his pipe. When it was lit, he left the station and began walking along the boulevard in the direction of Tower Number Eight. The Master felt himself reglaciating. He thought of Mrs Pelageya Vlasova, up in her apartment, her head buzzing with sentimental feelings about him, and - much more worryingly - detailed knowledge about his recent ordeals. Why had he allowed himself to be compromised by her tenderness? It was out of character. It was embarrassing. He felt the tissue compression eliminator purr gently in the pocket of his overcoat, and resolved to return to the apartment and kill her. Old Pletrov too. He was slow on his feet. The Master could easily overtake him and lie in wait for him on the landing. No questions would be asked, no answers received. Neither man, however, reached the block. At first, the Master thought he had heard the opening thunderclap of a spring thunderstorm. Then he realised that he was witnessing a catastrophe. The Cheryomushki tower that had been his home was in freefall before his eyes. He could see the concrete crumbling and fragmenting in the air; hear the squeal of steel bones bending and breaking. Debris streamed downwards like a mushroom cloud in reverse, roaring down the boulevard and tearing through the cherry trees. Grit and gravel and plaster and blossom boiled in the air. Old Pletrov was consumed by it. The Master threw himself to the ground to save his eyes, and hoped he would not choke. Screams rang out down the concrete streets, then sirens.

I choose not to process this by focussing on the reverse mushroom cloud - I see what you did there. Home being destroyed - yep getting the 13 mirror moment ok. And everyone you knew or liked is dead - that is another feature of the Doctor, and since you’re barrelling more towards that every day, you got this to look forward to, having open hearts is unfortunate. Also…Jeff really might be the Master.

The Master was unused to being caught up in chaos and destruction. Generally, he liked to be the cause of it, and enjoy the results from a safe distance. But events overtook him. He allowed the medics to check him over, wrap him in a blanket, supply him with a paper cup of sweet black tea.

GODDAMN IT DIMITRI I’D FORGOTTEN ABOUT THIS TIL I READ IT oh context the context hurts.

This is what the Doctor probably needed back then.

It was while he was drinking this, perched on the pavement, that he saw Margarita the parrot, blanched by the dust, fluttering down to greet him. The parrot settled on his shoulder. The Master was pleased to see her.

oh thank god.

always the two of you huh?

‘You are real, aren't you?' he asked, as she rubbed her beak into his beard. 'You're not some mushroom dream?' Margarita did not answer.

i won’t cry

The Master rose to his feet, and walked, a little unsteadily, towards the broken body of the tower block. Ambulance crews were dressing wounds and applying splints to broken arms and legs. Firefighters were digging in the rubble to look for survivors, and not finding them. Could Mrs Pelageya Vlasova have survived? It seemed impossible. The rescue work was futile. How human, thought the Master, to keep on working, when all was lost.

‘broken body of the tower block’

As if the Master hasn’t lived his life as the epitome of doing things with no hope of success.

'Don't look,' said Margarita. 'I won't, little bird,' he said. They went on together, into the spring afternoon.

jesus fucking christ.

how much of his reactions are dissociation and how much is ’yep that’s about how i expected it to go’, being able to draw a line under things in this Doctory leaving it all behind, almost a relief, a closure.

‘You're a long way from home, Margarita, said the Master. 'Why don't I take you back there? I should like to see the Amazon.' With a rush of red feathers, the parrot lifted herself into the air. The Master followed.

Why don’t we find your real home where you’re from hm? You be free, and we find it and go back to that.

I’M ABSOLUTELY FINE

#liveblogging #novel: i am the master #i’m done #on on so many levels #i need a lie down #please tell me we’re accounting for the parrot now gang

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dalightbeam · 3 days

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at Sundrip, Hyde Park

I was debating on if I wanted to go or not (after I had already taken a ride and walked all the way to the place and spoke to the host) .. I went because I’d planned on going weeks prior, but because of how I been feeling I didn’t have the energy I wanted when I arrived.

While performing I felt mid, in the video I barely have any shine, BUT I went up there. I stayed and I met people and even encouraged a friend to share her work. I ain’t feel like the best but I did my best n popped out regardless.

I was told not to worry about being ready and to just go forth with what I want. That helped a lot n I’m proud of myself.

It’s the next day though and I’m still stuck laying in bed, barely speaking. Slow progress.

#progress

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qnewslgbtiqa · 3 months

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The QNews Guide to Mardi Gras in Sydney: The Parade

New Post has been published on https://qnews.com.au/the-qnews-guide-to-mardi-gras-in-sydney-the-parade/

The QNews Guide to Mardi Gras in Sydney: The Parade

The hot Aussie summer sun is about to rise on yet another year of the Southern Hemisphere’s largest LGBTQIA+ festival, the Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras.

An event that defines so many moments in Australia: the fight and defiance of the Sydney 78ers, the tireless efforts of queer and trans activists and campaigners, and the freedom and safely to live as our authentic selves.

It is also three weeks of non-stop events, parties, singing, dancing, drag, performances, live music, activities, adventures. Oh, and there’s also a BIG parade too!

Mardi Gras is such a size queen that there is almost too much to fit in! Good thing you have the QNews 2024 Mardi Gras Festival Guide here to help smooth out your entry into the Festival to help you have an iconic time!

Grab your best Judies, your favourite beverages and plan out your Sydney Mardi Gras with QNews (your other best Judy).

For those unfamiliar with Sydney, we have also gone to the liberty of suggesting our favourite spots to Eat + Drink + Shop + Be GAY. There is even a generous sprinkling of Free Events and family-friendly All Ages events for every colour of our gorgeous rainbow family.

Scores of events, thousands of people, and millions of specks of body glitter; the 2024 Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras is the first year of a new era – let’s celebrate our past, and rejoice in our future.

2023 marked a significant moment in LGBTQIA+ and Sydney Mardi Gras History; the 45th anniversary of the first Mardi Gras and the 78ers, as well as Sydney playing host to World Pride.

These mark the start of a bold new era for our LGBTQIA+, as we reflect on those who have gotten us where we are today, we must also look forward.

Where It All Began

It was a chilly winter’s night in Sydney on June 24, 1978 when a group of lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender activists took to the streets to protest LGBT discrimination in Australia.

Little did they know that they would soon be marching from the gay bars and right into the Queerstory books to be immortalised as The 78ers. This group of courageous queers unintentionally formed what would become one of the world’s most famous LGBTQIA+ celebrations, the Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras.

As 11pm approached, this throng of queer pioneers walked, skipped and danced their way towards Sydney’s Hyde Park, chanting “Out of the bars and into the streets!” All to the sounds of gay liberation anthems blasting from a small sound system, fitted to the back of a single flat-bed truck driven by 78er, Lance Gowland.

Police began rushing the parade goers, confiscating the truck and sound system, in an attempt to break up the protest. Seeing that Hyde Park was blocked, the parade continued towards Kings Cross, which is where the police saw their opportunity to violently move in and arrested 53 attendees, taking them to the Darlinghurst lockup.

Who Are The 78ers?

“You could hear them in Darlinghurst police station being beaten up and crying out from pain. The night had gone from nerve-wracking to exhilarating to traumatic all in the space of a few hours. The police attack made us more determined to run Mardi Gras the next year,” recalls Ken Davis.

The following morning, the Sydney Morning Herald sank to new editorial lows by publishing a complete list of names and occupations of those arrested, outing many and causing some to lose their jobs, accommodation and family relationships.

This was the authorities’ attempt to keep the queer community in line, but as we all know, us queers never stay down. Little did the police and media know that this night of protest and brutality would thrust Australia’s own Gay Liberation Movement into the public spotlight, where we could no longer be ignored.

It was here, through pain, pride and protest, that the first Sydney Mardi Gras was born. A defining moment not only in LGBTQIA+ history but the cultural heritage of Australia.

The 78ers included Garry Wotherspoon, Kate Rowe, Peter Murphy, Julie McCrossin, Peter de Waal, Peter “Bon” Bonsall-Boone, Robyn Plaister, Robyn Kennedy, Ron Austin, Diane Minnis, Lance Day, Lance Gowland and many others who are still active in the community today.

The Parade in 2024

The shining jewel in the crown of Mardi Gras is of course the iconic Mardi Gras Parade; a celebratory expansion of the protest that started everything, which has become one of the most famous LGBTQIA+ parades in the world.

Before the parade begins, at 6.45pm a traditional Smoking Ceremony is performed by our First Nations elders to cleanse the route.

At 7.30pm, the parade then kicks off with a bang (literally!) as the rev of engines and firing of motorcycle cylinders roar over the eager crowd.

The beloved Dykes on Bikes take their place at the beginning of the parade, prepared to lead the way as they always do.

Following directly behind the Dykes on Bikes are the esteemed 78ers, and the First Nations float.

Who Are the Dykes on Bikes?

In 1987, Kimberly O’Sullivan and her partner Sue Perry attended the San Francisco Gay Pride Day and were moved by the sight of a thousand Dykes on Bikes riding.

Inspired by their telling of that event, Deb Thompson and her friends went to all the lesbian venues in Sydney and left pamphlets on any motorbikes parked outside. Deb and Sue were starting a club to ride in the 1998 Mardi Gras Parade.

Eight bikes rode that year, and the next year there were a few more, and then a few more – and until around 250 bikes hit the parade route for the 10th anniversary in 1998.

The Dykes on Bikes lead the parade for two reasons: One, logistically motorbikes don’t travel well behind floats and people marching. Second, is for safety.

The somewhat assertive sight of tough, leather-clad dykes is possibly the best possible way to clear the path of any potential agitators so that our fabulous parade can march on in safety. Also, let’s face it. The loud noise from the bikes is the perfect way to wake everyone up and get them pumped for the march ahead!

The 46th Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras Parade is on Saturday March 2, 2024. Oxford Street, Flinders Street and Anzac Parade 6pm – 11pm | Free

For the latest LGBTIQA+ Sister Girl and Brother Boy news, entertainment, community stories in Australia, visit qnews.com.au. Check out our latest magazines or find us on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and YouTube.

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amazinglondon · 9 months

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Hyde Park: Discover London's Enchanting Oasis of Nature, History and Culture

London, the vibrant and bustling capital of the United Kingdom, is known for its iconic landmarks and historical sites. Amidst the hustle and bustle lies an enchanting oasis of tranquility and natural beauty - Hyde Park.

Spread across 350 acres, Hyde Park is one of London's largest and most beloved parks, offering a perfect blend of scenic landscapes, cultural attractions, and recreational activities. From the famed Speaker's Corner to the serene Serpentine Lake, this historic park beckons both locals and tourists alike to immerse themselves in its allure. Let's embark on a journey through Hyde Park, and discover why it is a must-visit destination for all.

1. A Stroll Through History

Hyde Park's history dates back to the early 16th century when it was acquired by Henry VIII as a hunting ground. Later, it became a private park for royalty until 1637, when it was opened to the public. Over the centuries, the park has witnessed countless historic events, including grand celebrations, protests, and even riots. During your visit, you can follow in the footsteps of history and learn about the park's significance in shaping London's cultural heritage.

2. Speaker's Corner: A Platform for Free Speech

One of the most iconic and unique features of Hyde Park is Speaker's Corner. Located at the northeastern edge of the park, this historic spot has been a symbol of free speech and open debate for over 150 years. Every Sunday, anyone can stand up and express their thoughts on a wide range of topics, attracting speakers from all walks of life. Visiting Speaker's Corner is an opportunity to witness the spirit of democracy and exercise the right to free expression.

3. Serpentine Lake: A Serene Escape

The Serpentine Lake, a large recreational lake in the heart of Hyde Park, adds to the park's allure. Visitors can indulge in leisurely boat rides, hire pedalos, or simply sit by the lakeside and enjoy the tranquil atmosphere. The lake is also popular among birdwatchers, offering a chance to observe various bird species. For those seeking relaxation and peaceful moments amidst nature, the Serpentine Lake is an ideal retreat.

4. Recreational Activities for All

Hyde Park caters to the diverse interests of its visitors, offering an array of recreational activities. Walking and jogging paths crisscross the park, providing an opportunity to explore its vast expanse and discover hidden gems. If you're an equestrian enthusiast, horse riding facilities are available for an exhilarating ride through the park's scenic trails. Families can relish the joy of picnicking in lush green spaces, while children can have a blast in the park's well-equipped playgrounds.

5. Cultural Events and Memorials

Beyond its natural beauty, Hyde Park hosts a variety of cultural events and concerts throughout the year. From music festivals to open-air theater performances, the park becomes a vibrant cultural hub that fosters a sense of community and celebration. Additionally, the park houses several memorials, including the Diana, Princess of Wales Memorial Fountain and the Holocaust Memorial Garden, inviting visitors to reflect and pay their respects.

6. A Green Oasis in the City

Amidst the urban landscape of London, Hyde Park stands as a green sanctuary, providing a breath of fresh air and respite from the city's pace. Whether you seek a moment of tranquility, a space for recreation, or an opportunity to connect with nature, Hyde Park has something to offer everyone.

Hyde Park, with its rich history, cultural significance, and diverse offerings, is a gem nestled within the heart of London. From the freedom of speech at Speaker's Corner to the serenity of the Serpentine Lake, the park offers an array of experiences that captivate the soul and leave a lasting impression. So, whether you are a local seeking a peaceful escape or a tourist eager to explore London's landmarks, make sure to include Hyde Park in your itinerary.

A visit to this enchanting oasis promises moments of wonder, relaxation and a deeper appreciation for the harmonious coexistence of nature and urban life. Discover the magic of Hyde Park and cherish the memories of this quintessential London experience for years to come.

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Thursday Thrill: Unveiling the Spectacular Events!

Step into the bloom of spring as the festival season unfolds. With a tapestry of music festivals, culinary delights, and cultural celebrations, June offers a plethora of opportunities for cherished memories. Join the excitement, create unforgettable experiences, and make this month truly remarkable! Glastonbury 22 – 26 June Get out your festivals glad rags and pack your festival camping attire for one of the UK's biggest festival. Taking place on on the biggest legendary festival sites on Worthy Farm, Pilton, Somerset. Selling out each year in record history. For those missing out on the live experience there is no worries as the festival key acts are shown across TV all weekend. Its going to be on hell of a party which features humongous stages including where all the man action takes place right and centre the Pyramid stage which as always hosted some of the biggest global superstar headline music artists. 2023 sees Arctic Monkeys, Guns n Roses and for his first ever appearance on his final lifetime tour Elton John. Glastonbury has been going since the 70's and there is nothing quite like it in the UK. Its full of festival loving people where you'll see a host of celebrates even the z-listers. The line-up across this massive festival site is huge so checkout Glastonbury festival website for details and some surprise and also whatsonuk social media for updates. More Info> glastonburyfestivals.co.uk British Summer Time 24 June – 8 July Hyde park is one of London's royal iconic spaces where each summer the biggest capacity high prolific outdoor concerts takes place. BST features a line up from star-studded music artists putting on the best performances that will leave with everlasting memories. This is one music event sells out every year on the festival calender. Always featuring a line-up of global music artist this year wont disappoint and includes Bruce Springsteen. Also the E Street Band, P!NK, Guns N’ Roses, The Pretenders, The Darkness, Billy Joel, Take That, BLACKPINK. The gates open at noon so arrive early to get a great spot up front and to get your celebrations started early. Checkout the BST websites for the dos & donts. Tickets & More Info> bst-hydepark.com Lets Rock Scotland 23 June Entertainment and lots to keep the little ones occupied, this family friendly festival features a fabulous line-up of live music artists bringing festival-goers the very best of the 80s tunes. Let’s Rock Scotland! is the perfect day out for all the family taking place at Dalkeith Country Park Dalkeith. On the smaller boutique size this is one festival which is great if you dont like massive crowds or walking miles. The line-up includes Doctor and The Medics, Hue and Cry, Midge Ure, Roland Gift, Slim Jim Phantom, The Beat, The Farm, The Human League, Wet Wet Wet and more Tickets & More Info> letsrockscotland.com Read the full article

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Freddie Mercury's Secret Mongolian Anthem: The Unheard Story Behind the Lyrics

Freddie Mercury's Secret Mongolian Anthem: The Unheard Story Behind the Lyrics Freddie Mercury's Secret Mongolian Anthem: The Unheard Story Behind the Lyrics If you're a fan of the iconic British rock band Queen, you're probably familiar with their frontman Freddie Mercury's unparalleled vocal range and jaw-dropping performances. However, did you know that Freddie had an unreleased and unheard secret Mongolian anthem? In this article, we'll delve into the fascinating history behind this song and the man who inspired Freddie to write it. Who Was Freddie Mercury? Before we dive into the story behind Freddie Mercury's secret Mongolian anthem, let's touch upon the legend himself. Freddie Mercury, born Farrokh Bulsara in Tanzania, was a British musician, best known as the lead vocalist of the legendary rock band Queen. He was known for his vibrancy, eccentricity, and flamboyant fashion sense, reflected in his stage performances and fashion choices. The Unheard Story Behind Freddie Mercury's Secret Mongolian Anthem The story begins back in 1970, when Freddie Mercury met a man named Battulga, who was visiting London from Mongolia. Battulga was a young student at the time and had come to London to study the English language. He was playing some traditional Mongolian music on a recorder in Hyde Park when Freddie, who was walking by, was intrigued by the unfamiliar sound. As it turned out, Freddie was fascinated by Battulga's playing and asked him to teach him the instruments and the music. Battulga showed Freddie how to play a traditional Mongolian instrument called the Morin Khuur, which is a two-stringed fiddle made from horsehair and is one of the most important musical instruments in Mongolian culture. Over the next few months, Freddie and Battulga became great friends, spending countless hours jamming together and sharing stories of their cultures. It was during this time that Freddie wrote a secret Mongolian anthem inspired by Battulga's playing. The Inspiration Behind the Song Freddie was deeply inspired by Battulga's music and the stories he told him about Mongolia. The song was a tribute to the country's rich cultural heritage and the deep connections that bind people across borders and cultures. Although the song was never publicly released, it remains a testament to the strong bond between Freddie and Battulga. The Unheard Track The unheard track still remains a secret to this day, despite many rumors and speculations that it exists. Some fans have even claimed to have heard the song on underground bootlegs, but none of these claims have ever been substantiated. Conclusion In conclusion, Freddie Mercury's secret Mongolian anthem remains a hidden gem in the world of music. The song is a testament to the power of cross-cultural connections and the magic that can happen when people from different backgrounds come together through music. FAQs Q. Is it true that Freddie Mercury wrote a secret Mongolian anthem? A. Yes, it's true. Freddie Mercury was deeply inspired by the traditional Mongolian music of his friend Battulga, and he wrote a secret Mongolian anthem to pay tribute to the country's rich cultural heritage. Q. Has the song ever been released? A. No, the song has never been publicly released. Q. Is there any way to hear the song today? A. Unfortunately, the song remains a secret to this day. Although there are rumors that it exists, none of these claims have ever been substantiated. Q. What inspired Freddie Mercury to write the song? A. Freddie was deeply inspired by his friend Battulga's traditional Mongolian music and the stories he told him about Mongolia. The song was a tribute to the country's rich cultural heritage and the deep connections that bind people across borders and cultures. Q. Who was Battulga? A. Battulga was a young student from Mongolia who was studying the English language in London. He met Freddie Mercury in Hyde Park in 1970, and the two became great friends over their shared love of music. #ENTERTAINMENT Read the full article

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London’s Top 5 Christmas Shopping Destinations

London is an incredible place all year, but during the Christmas period it’s pretty much magical.

Dazzling lights criss-cross above every street, stunning Christmas trees pop up on every square and the Christmas spirit well and truly comes alive.

If you’re planning a trip to the city so you can finish off your Christmas shopping in style, then check out the luxury hotels in Hyde Park by the Hotel Montcalm London. You’ll be living in luxury in the heart of the city, mere minutes away from some of the best shopping districts in the world.

Whatsmore, you’ll be able to take full advantage of the best spa deals London has to offer, and pamper yourself silly whilst you stay.

Let’s take a look at the absolute best places to shop in Christmas style.

Oxford Street & Regent Street

Shoppers head here all year round for a bit of retail therapy- but at Christmas these two iconic streets take on a whole new nature.

With some of the city’s best Christmas lights dazzling shoppers from above and well over a hundred of the world’s most iconic stores and brands available, you’ll be in a pretty good spot.

Shop ‘til you drop in this amazing area, and once you’ve dropped you’ll only be a short walk from some of the best bars and restaurants in the world. Sounds like a pretty perfect day out to me.

Covent Gardens & 7 Dials

7 Dials is a stunning area of the city. The gorgeous cobbled streets, the kaleidoscope of boutique shops and the fantastic Christmas lights really make this a unique and awesome area during the holiday period.

From here you can cross the road and head to Covent Garden, where you’ll find a stunning Christmas market and one of the city’s biggest and most beautiful Christmas trees.

Covent Garden also offers everything a shopper could possibly want. Little boutique stalls offering locally handmade goods are sandwiched between the biggest and best brands in the world.

You’ll also discover the amazing Piazza, where the world’s finest street performers fight for your attention!

Carnaby

Carnaby is made up of 14 pedestrianised streets containing some of the world’s finest brands, and some of the city’s best boutique shops.

The Christmas lights are with the visit on their own, with millions of dazzling bulbs lighting the street with a cacophony of colour.

Chelsea & Belgravia

Knock boots with London’s elite in one of the swankiest shopping areas in the city.

International fashion brands have found their home here, as well as some amazing cafes and incredible restaurants.

Explore the busy streets and maybe even see a famous face or two.

Knightsbridge

Once the sun has set, head straight for Knitesbridge- or more specifically, Harrods.

During the Christmas period the exterior of the building is lit with over 12,000 lightbulbs. It rivals the likes of Westminster Palace, and the inside is even better.

The entire store undergoes a festive makeover, and you’ll be able to find pretty much anything you desire in this one building.

London’s Calling

So there you have it, the absolute best places to Christmas shop in the city.

You’ll have no trouble getting into the Christmas Spirit in these amazing spots, and at the end of it all you can return to luxury to one of the best hotels in Park Lane, the Montcalm.

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Crystal Palace

The Crystal Palace building was designed by Joseph Paxton and was used for the Great Exhibition of 1851 in Hyde Park.

The building was then moved to the Crystal Palace Park (Sydenham Hill) in 1852 where it was redesigned and rebuilt, the new Crystal Palace building was used for many Exhibitions and events, plus extended parklands were built around the site, and a lot of the parklands can be seen today

"Against the wishes of Parliamentary opponents, a consortium of eight businessmen, including Samuel Laing and Leo Schuster, who were both board members of the London, Brighton and South Coast Railway (LB&SCR), formed a suitable holding company and proposed that the edifice be taken down and relocated to a property named Penge Place, which had been excised from Penge Common at the top of Sydenham Hill.

The reconstruction of the Palace began on Sydenham Hill in 1852. The new building, while incorporating most of the constructional parts of the original Hyde Park building, was so completely different in form as to be properly considered a quite different structure – a 'Beaux-arts' form in glass and metal. The main gallery was redesigned and covered with a new barrel-vaulted roof, the central transept was greatly enlarged and made even higher, the large arch of the main entrance was framed by a new facade and served by an imposing set of terraces and stairways. The building measured 1,608 feet (490 m) feet in length by 384 feet (117 m) feet across the transepts"

The new building, unlike the Hyde Park building, was elevated several metres above the surrounding grounds, and two large new transepts were added at either end of the main gallery. The building was modified and enlarged so much that it extended beyond the boundary of Penge Place, which was also the boundary between Surrey and Kent. The reconstruction was recorded for posterity by Philip Henry Delamotte, and his photographs were widely disseminated in his published works. The Crystal Palace Company also commissioned Negretti and Zambra to produce stereographs of the interior and grounds of the new building.

Within two years the rebuilt Palace building was complete, and on 10 June 1854, Queen Victoria again performed an opening ceremony, in the presence of 40,000 guests"

https://www.wikiwand.com/en/The_Crystal_Palace

In 1866 part of the building was partly destroyed by fire but remained standing, but on the evening of 30 November 1936, the building caught on fire again but sadly this time, the building was totally destroyed and could not be saved, the building was lost forver

"On the evening of 30 November 1936, Sir Henry Buckland was walking his dog near the Palace with his daughter Crystal, named after the building, when they noticed a red glow within it. When Sir Henry went inside, he found two of his employees fighting a small office fire that had started after an explosion in the women's cloakroom. Realising that it was a serious fire, they called the Penge fire brigade. Although 89 fire engines and over 400 firemen arrived, they were unable to extinguish it.

Within hours, the Palace was destroyed: the glow was visible across eight counties. The fire spread quickly in the high winds that night, in part because of the dry old timber flooring, and the huge quantity of flammable materials in the building. Buckland said, "In a few hours we have seen the end of the Crystal Palace. Yet it will live in the memories not only of Englishmen, but the whole world". One-hundred thousand people came to Sydenham Hill to watch the blaze, among them Winston Churchill, who said, "This is the end of an age".

Just as in 1866, when the north transept burnt down, the building was not adequately insured to cover the cost of rebuilding (at least £2 million).

The South Tower and much of the lower level of the Palace had been used for tests by television pioneer John Logie Baird for his mechanical television experiments, and much of his work was destroyed in the fire. Baird himself is reported to have suspected the fire was a deliberate act of sabotage against his work on developing television, but the true cause remains unknown.

The last singer to perform there before the fire was the Australian ballad contralto Essie Ackland

Over the years, numerous proposals for the former site of the Palace have not come to fruition, but the site is now a park”.

https://www.wikiwand.com/en/The_Crystal_Palace

below are some interesting videos and further reading about the Crystal Palace

History of the Crystal Palace

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The Crystal Palace Site

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https://www.wikiwand.com/en/The_Crystal_Palace

https://www.wikiwand.com/en/Sydenham_Hill

https://www.wikiwand.com/en/Joseph_Paxton

https://www.crystalpalaceparktrust.org/

https://www.wikiwand.com/en/Crystal_Palace,_London

https://christiangittings.wordpress.com/2022/11/05/crystal-palace/

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Instagrammable Places in London for Travellers

London is blessed with incredible photo opportunities that include historic landmarks, quirky neighbourhoods, and lush green spaces. A camera or smartphone is an essential packing item when planning a trip to the Park Grand London Hotel. Add some of the most Instagrammable places in London to your itinerary and look forward to securing photos you’ll treasure forever.

Tower Bridge

Tower Bridge is an icon of London. During your stay at a London Hyde Park hotel, you can visit the attraction and walk across the glass walkways and take panoramic photos of the city. Even without going inside, the area around Tower Bridge is one of the most photogenic areas in London. You can shoot the suspension bridge itself as well as the Tower of London, the River Thames, City Hall, and Shad Thames.

Granary Square

Granary Square is a public plaza located a short walk from Kings Cross Station. It’s filled with over a thousand water jets and fountains that perform a choreographed dance and are illuminated by night. You can capture artistic photos here at any time of day but it’s perfect for night photography. Afterwards, you can sip a cocktail at one of the bars that are located in Coal Drops Yard.

Little Venice

Nicknamed for its resemblance to Italy’s romantic city, Little Venice is a neighbourhood in Maida Vale. It’s personified by tree-lined boulevards that run alongside the junction of the Paddington Arm of the Grand Union Canal and the Regent's Canal. Barges are docked on the banks while small boats drift along the water. Guests of the Park Grand Paddington can enjoy leisurely morning photo walks in Little Venice.

Notting Hill

This bohemian neighbourhood is known for its pastel-hued townhouses, public gardens, and vintage boutiques. If you’re staying in a London Hyde Park hotel then you can visit early in the day to take photos and observe the Portobello Road Market spring to life.

Leadenhall Market

This ornate Victorian market features a high glass roof and handsome facades for its resident shops, cafes, bakeries, and salons. It’s a fantastic spot to get creative with your photography and spotlight the spectacular architecture.

The Shard

You’ll want to get a snap of the Shard – the tallest building in London – during your holiday at 4 star hotels in London. You can visit the observation deck or one of the bars and restaurants for an aerial view. But, in reality, shooting the skyscraper from the ground is just as fun. Experiment with getting close-ups from the base as well as perspectives from the bridges and across the river.

Primrose Hill

Primrose Hill rises to the north of Regent’s Park and provides enchanting views of the city skyline. The park is free to visit and minimal effort is needed. Visit early or around sunset for the best light. As well as capturing images of the city, Primrose Hill is great for getting selfies. Couples and families staying at the Park Grand London Hotel are urged to pay a visit here to update their photo albums.

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cruelly necessary.

— minors don't interact

— wc: 4.4K.

content + warnings: 18+, including: dom!sukuna, switch!itadori, manhandle, masturbation, public sex (kinda of), unprotected sex, fingering, dacryphilia, degradation, creampie, spitting, names calling, dub-con, (a bit of) primal play.

pairings: ryōmen sukuna x fem!reader x itadori yūji.

— note: this is rather inspired by the novel "Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde", where Hyde is the evil alter-ego of Jekyll. Also, this is slightly based on EXO's Jekyll.

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Building a solid enough social image that is proof against any dirty rumors is difficult. But, it is even harder to maintain it, especially in times of major transnational events. And we are talking specifically about the unveiling of the Statue of Liberty in New York, but don't be fooled: we are not in the United States. Not this time, in fact. We are in London, 1886, and the newspapers excitedly print this news as if it were Queen Victoria's birthday. October 29.

Perhaps if Y/N had stayed in that quiet town away from the urban conglomeration of the United Kingdom, the news about the Statue of Liberty would have taken longer than mere hours or days to reach her ears, but her parents thought it better to send her to the big city to work for someone obviously richer than all the generations of her own family. And, in essence, it was a masked attempt to get you to try to marry someone from the big city in the goal of getting you to ascend in the "easiest" way for a woman in the light of the times.

To say that you had little freedom of choice would be too cruel an understatement.

And your coffee in the beautiful cup filled with ornaments was getting cold, besides, the gentleman chosen by the man you would work for from that day on seemed less and less patient. However, it wasn't even 10 minutes ago that you had asked to stop briefly in that establishment just to get something to drink or eat, since it had been hours at a time that your stomach was begging for some kind of food, since the girls in your house who took care of your clothes, hair, and everything that had to do with your performance of womanhood had instructed, and partially obliged, you not to eat anything until you arrived at your future boss' house so that the corset wouldn't look stuffed around your waist and belly. Cruelly necessary, they called it.

To be honest, Y/N felt intimidated by the impatient stares of the man in charge of her until she arrived at the boss' house and inevitably ended up swallowing the rest of the watery coffee in one long gulp.

— May we continue, miss? — He asked, and his countenance betrayed a side of displeasure; he was cynical.

— Certainly. — You replied, trying to open a cordial smile, which in the end looked more like a sneer.

After paying for the pseudo-meal with a small portion of the money your father had told you to "keep well and only use on extremely important occasions", you again entered the stuffy environment of the carriage that swayed too much and the uneven streets of London didn't help much to make the trip pleasant. Since the trip was coming from Dover, the two of you had now passed through Hyde Park, where you were amazed and marveled at the people dressed almost a hundred times better than you. And then as you observed the coy and graceful and elegant way that the young girls, perhaps older or slightly younger, used to express themselves, walk and react you realized why your parents had sent you to London and what the ultimate goal was. And the feeling of joyful and optimistic amazement vanished like cosmic dust and was blown away by the gentle breeze that passed through almost every part of the urban city.

They wanted you to be polished. Graceful like a princess, but not gaunt like a prince, always pretty like a doll who would serve to be a trophy wife because that was your place. Be two steps behind your husband if you want to have a good social image and let him shine in your place. And then you would be angry to realize this... if you were given permission to do so.

— Excuse me, are we in the right place? — You frowned as you looked at the window beside you in the carriage, not believing the grandiose building in front of you.

— Obviously, miss. — His harsh tone betrayed his unhappiness at having his work apparently challenged.

— I... — The servant opened the carriage door for you, and as you saw him carrying two of your four suitcases with a look of few friends, your voice died and your body just drifted out of the carriage.

Somehow, the air in that part of London seemed less... ordinary. Less bordering on poverty and more heavily laden with luxury, and it was most evident when one had to go through a large gate to get to the palace. Y/N had heard about this magnificent building a few times, but all of them were just suppositions that it was available for Londoners and foreigners to visit, almost like a museum, and not that anyone actually lived inside.

Your hands clenched the white fan nervously that had previously been resting on the seat beside you inside the carriage. It was a strangely hot day, and yet you wiggled around using that fan in the least flustered way possible, the corset around your body not helping the thermal sensation to subside.

— Follow me, my lady. — The dark haired man spoke still carrying half of your bags and you wondered if you should take the other two on your own, but when you saw him walking faster and faster away and the big gates that guarded behind you that great palace opened as if commanded by some kind of invisible magnetic force, Y/N quickly started walking quickly in the same direction of that servant to the point of almost being side by side with him in a few seconds.

The large garden also guarded behind those gates made a tired sigh escape hers lips when she realized that she would have to go through those mazes of flowers with a simple fan to make her body less hot, however, it took almost 7, 8 minutes to reach the main door of the palace, where the man left one of hers bags on the ground awkwardly and knocked at the entrance calmly, without ever looking at the girl or at least opening a comforting smile. Being cordial was not part of his job, after all.

— This is where we say goodbye, miss. I think I should warn you in advance that the young ladies who will take care of your landlady during your stay are named Nobara and Mai, and the daily routine will be passed on to you by them. My work has come to an end. And don't worry about your bags, servants will come to collect them as soon as you enter. — For the first time, the look he let you see was not specifically angry or impatient, but pitying, and you felt confused and somewhat afraid.

— Thanks, I guess. — Y/N replied and just as the sentence ended, the palace entrance was opened by two other male servants and in the middle of the foyer were two girls with equally short hair.

Soon after you entered the place and couldn't help but look around you, amazed and glimpsed at the luxurious decoration inside the compound, the girls waiting for you in the center of the hall waved in a restrained manner in your direction and the first woman who spoke was the one with the slightly red and well-groomed hair.

— Welcome! It's a pleasure to meet you. Y/N, right? I'm Nobara, this is Mai, I imagine you've already been told about our names. — She spoke with a warm and respectful smile. — The boss is busy right now, sorting out some financial matters with Minister Gascoyne, but surely you can meet him tonight at dinner.

— Oh, right, I understand. — You nodded positively, and for the first time you stopped looking at the place around you and turned your attention to the girls in front of you.

— Today we have a list of things to do with you, since it is your first day. We will try to show you everything you should know beforehand to have a good time with the Lord. — Nobara commented, opening the small notebook she had been holding for a few minutes and which you had not noticed until then because you were busy analyzing the place around you. — I think the young lady would at least like to take a shower, right? It's quite hot outside and you must be tired.

— Oh, yes, please. A bath would be great right now.

And then, without saying anything, Mai led you up the stairs and you passed through several beautifully decorated corridors. You almost felt like royalty. The decoration of your room made that impression even greater, a grand bed placed diagonally across from a huge dressing table filled with makeup artifacts, but there wasn't much time to admire the room because soon Y/N found herself partially seated without clothes inside a wide mint green bathtub with Nobara and Mai rubbing your arms and back soothingly, almost as if you were the house doll that needed to be cared for as gently as possible.

After the bath, your day was spent walking through the various rooms of the palace and through some parts of the various gardens. It was a long journey and in the middle of it Mai explained to you that you were indeed there to work, but not in the same way as they did, your job was more like being some kind of escort for the Lord, your parents had sent you to be specifically a servant of his, however, there was no manual labor of any kind, it was more like some kind of personal secretary. You were extremely tired, it was almost dinner time, and yet you had to look 100% comfortable with Nobara's hands pulling the braided ribbons at the back of your corset tightly to make it fit your body almost like a second skin.

— Fuck... — It slipped through your lips unintentionally when she pulled a little harder and you felt all the air in your lungs escape.

— Sorry... — Nobara replied as she tried to straighten her back to start putting the corset back on.

And then a light knock on the door resounded through the room, and it didn't take long for it to open and over one shoulder you saw the silhouette entering. You expected to see Mai, or some other servant who was a woman, but you were greeted with a man not much older than you, so a wave of shame washed over you, whose body was barely covered by a corset and a crinolette that would support the pink skirt you would wear to dinner. It was a humiliating situation, embarrassing to Y/N, especially since no man had ever had the opportunity to see your body without that heap of clothing.

— Good evening, sir. — Nobara turned away, towards the man with pink hair almost the same color as the skirt you were going to were and bowed briefly, however, her body was partially covering yours, as if to preserve the crumb of dignity left for you. — I thought you, Sir, was getting ready for dinner and... — The man interrupted her with a brief raising of his hand, as if he didn't want to hear the end of her sentence.

— Surely it's none of your business what I do or don't do in my house, Kugisaki. — He replied and gestured his hand from side to side, silently telling the servant girl to get out of Y/N's way, which she did and you turned your attention to the large mirror in front of you feeling your cheeks burn. — Then... — His feet brought him closer to you and it didn't take long for the reflection in the mirror to tell you how close the palace owner was to your less confident figure. — You are my new acquisition. — His eyes followed your reflection in the mirror, rested on your waist, and seemed to be analyzing the still disjointed braided ribbons before returning to your face. — I am Itadori Yuuji, you must already know that.

Hers shoulders tensed as she felt heavier hands than Nobara's grab the ribbons and longer fingers curl around them to pull them until the corset slowly closed around the sides of her body more efficiently than the servant girl had used before. A small sigh escaped from the back of your throat, and you couldn't tell if it was because of the sudden pressure applied against your body, or if it was because of Itadori's dangerous approach.

— Welcome. — His voice came out no louder than a simple whisper. — I hope you enjoy your stay here. — A sideways smile crept across his lips and Y/N swore by all that is holy that she saw one of his eyes winking in her direction in the reflection of the mirror. — Get her ready in 10 minutes, dinner has already been served. I can't stand delays. — Itadori spoke in Nobara's direction and turned away to walk out of the room.

Nobara went back to tidying up without saying anything, she seemed more afraid than you, in fact. And a few minutes later you found yourself sitting in a large hall with a long table laden with food whose liveliness had not even registered with your eyes at any time before. At one end sat Itadori with a less harsh aura than before. All the chairs were pulled away from the table, which made you think that you could sit anywhere you wanted, however, as soon as you sat a few seats away from the palace owner his voice resounded through the walls:

— Why don't you sit closer to me? — He asked, leaning over to pick up the full glass of wine placed in front of him. — That way I won't have to speak too loudly for you to understand me.

— Oh, yes, of course. — You felt mentally ashamed that you thought there were ulterior motives in his question, and slowly rose from your seat to walk to the chair placed diagonally to the left of the one occupied by Itadori. — I'm sorry. — Your hands were sweating cold and the silverware you had picked up to eat seemed to slip more and more through your fingers.

— So, Y/N... — This time he spoke her name in a more slurred manner, as if he were getting a taste of each of the letters. — How's your father, your mother? It's been a long time since they came to me.

— It's only been three days since I've seen them, so I imagine they're doing just as well as they were when I left for London. — He replied in a straightforward manner. — May I ask how you met them?

— No. — Itadori answered, sliding his gaze from her face to shoulders covered by the sleeves of the top of her pink dress. — What did they tell you about me, about London? — Her frown creased.

— Nothing particularly interesting, sir. — Hearing you call him "sir" brought his attention back to your face, and this time his smile was one of satisfaction.

— You are a very smart girl. — It wasn't a real compliment; you could feel the irony dripping off the tip of his tongue. — But what's smart about you is probably Machiavellian too, since your parents left you in the hands of a stranger because they couldn't stand the bad reputation you brought upon yourself in that godforsaken town. — He took another sip of wine before slowly starting to eat.

— I don't think unfounded rumors should be believed that easily, sir. — Y/N responded by eating short, shallow gulps because the corset was making it difficult for her upper body to function properly.

— It depends on how much truth the rumors have, right? But, don't get me wrong, Y/N, I am no one to judge you and I don't intend to do so, but I want to know what kind of girl I am dealing with so we can avoid some kind of misfortune. — And then he shook his shoulders slightly.

— Could you specify what kind of misfortune you are referring to?

— No, you will find out for yourself in due course.

Despite the short and irritable answers he was giving you, Itadori was not bad company. He was charismatic and his smiles, although some were sarcastic, made you comfortable enough to answer his questions without any problems. But, there were some times when the kind of glint in his eyes seemed evil and poisonous. It was like there were times when you were actually talking to Yuuji, and other times when it seemed like it was someone else with completely different thoughts, expressions, and mannerisms.

And truly, it was always an uncertain ending with me. In my mind time begins to tangle in the night and various doubts about who is in control pile up as my gaze oscillates between a planned falsehood and a cruel Machiavellianism. There is nothing to hold me captive within the silence of my mind when he, my other self hidden inside of me, whispers close to my ear that I should get up from the chair, wrap my hand around her neck and fuck that young girl in the most brutal way possible.

Every time this stirs inside me, it is almost as if I am feeling my own sanity slip through my fingers like sand. Even as I block my ears, I can still hear his endless whispers.

— Was it good? — I asked at the end of dinner, watching her carefully as she used a napkin to wipe the side of her lips, which were redder than usual from the wine she had drunk so far.

— It was great! — For the first time during that day and prior meeting, I saw her crack a satisfied smile, and at the same time I felt that same dark force shake inside me, as if it was about to mentally swallow me.

And in the blink of an eye it was possible to notice my mouth getting drier than usual, my ear ringing and my gaze blurry for a few seconds. Underneath my long-sleeved t-shirts the same common burning sensation indicated that his marks were beginning to paint themselves across my body in the same way as the last time. No more Itadori, Sukuna gradually took over. I faltered and let him take control of my mind.

— Are you all right, sir? — It took a moment for me to notice a warm hand resting against my cold cheek and Y/N's worried eyes staring at me.

"You left me a great prey, Itadori.”, I thought contentedly as I arched one of my eyebrows and cracked a sneering smile.

— Never better, really. — I straightened my posture before pulling my chair back and raising one hand in the girl's direction. — Would you like to accompany me to the palace music room? Then I promise to let you free for the rest of the evening.

Hearing a "yes" no louder than a brief whisper, I placed my hand over one of hers and guided her out of the dining hall. Her skin was so soft that it makes me want to sink my fingers into any inch of it they can find and explore, and she is so delicate in compensation to me that it is almost as if I am dealing with a porcelain doll that could easily break. And she would.

When we got to the music room, I let her in first and as soon as I entered the room, I locked the door from the inside and, placing one of my palms on her lower back, directed her to the large piano that was next to one of the large windows in the room.

— Have you ever played on a piano before, Y/N? Do you like music? — I ran my fingers along the edges of the piano before opening the keyboard lid.

— My family didn't use to consume much music at home, so... well, this is the first time I've seen a piano. — My tongue slowly wet my lips as I paid attention to how Y/N looked curiously at the piano keys.

— I imagined it. — I replied, pulling the padded stool out from under the keyboards where it usually resided lazily on days when no one in the palace was excited enough to play anything on that well polished instrument. — Why don't you try playing something for me? I would love to teach you some of the things I know. — I tapped the middle of the stool twice lightly to indicate that she should sit on it before starting to touch the instrument.

— I really don't know... — I interrupted her.

— I said, try to play something. — My voice dropped two octaves and I looked her straight in the eye, which was met with a young Y/N shifting her attention nervously in the direction of the piano. — Try it.

And it was hallucinatingly satisfying to see her awkwardly humiliating herself to play something for me. I almost felt sorry, she was trying so hard. I watched her for a few minutes from top to bottom, and it wasn't long before my attention fell on the lace made in her corset by the very hands I now had control over. A mischievous smile crossed my lips and I slowly leaned over her back to let my hands rest on that ribbon. I heard her stop playing the piano at the exact moment that my fingers deftly undid that ribbon, the corset slipping from her body and her breathing becoming heavier.

— Did I tell you to stop? — I asked, placing my hands on the sides of the corset, removing it completely and watching it fall to the floor with a deafening thud. — Start again.

— Please, I... — She raised her face to look at me and I arched one of my eyebrows.

— I haven't done anything to you yet, sweetheart. — I answered, zipping the top of her dress open calmly before basking in the sight of her naked upper body. — It's a shame that you keep your body covered with so many layers of clothing. — I commented, running my fingers over her tense shoulders and leaning to the side so that I could bury my nose in the side of her neck just to inhale deeply the natural scent of this beautiful girl. — I'm not going to tell you to start playing again for a second time, are you stupid? — I whispered against the warm skin of that area of her body with my hands sliding down the sides of her body giving me the freedom to squeeze her waist and rest my palms on her thighs covered by other layers of clothing.

And this time Y/N started playing again in the same clumsy and unprepared way as before. It was almost cute.

I pulled her head to the side just so I could have more access to her neck and lick a long patch of skin from there. A slight sigh escaped her lips and one of her hands anxiously rested on mine still on her thigh. A smile slowly drew itself on my lips before my voice resounded through the room again:

— I suspected from the beginning that you are my favorite kind of slut, the kind who pretends not to like being used only to end up spreading her legs at the first opportunity. — My hands got to work on removing all the layers of clothing that covered the bottom half of my new property's complete outfit, and by the time I had left her wearing only the thin woven skirt that was part of the underwear.

I pulled that skirt up to just above Y/N's thighs and spent a good few minutes squeezing her thighs. So soft. I could spend hours just exploring her body in any way I wanted. It's almost as if she were a tame little kitten, totally at my mercy, I could play with her any way I wanted. Knowing this, I leaned one of my knees against the bench she was sitting on and sank one of my hands between her legs previously brushing my fingers against her covered pussy. I watched Y/N squirm beneath me and began to make light circular motions over her clit noticing with my fingertips the pristine white fabric that covered her intimacy getting wetter and wetter.

— You're definitely a cheap slut, aren't you? — I left light nibbles on her bare shoulders before I reached inside her undergarments for good and brushed my fingertips over her now fully accessible pussy.

She could say no, she could try to twist her body away and squeeze my wrist as hard as her delicate body was capable of providing, but her moans wouldn't let this girl lie. And her trembling thighs against my hand didn't allow any kind of escape attempt either. Y/N was definitely my perfect prey. The wet sounds my fingers made as they periodically moved in and out of her, widening her hot, gummy walls, were almost succeeding in making me surrender to the primal instinct to bend that girl over the piano and fuck her in the most brutal way possible.

I circled her clit using my thumb a few times before curving my fingers inside her and watching her spasm and grasp the fabric of the soft seat beneath her that was eventually wetted by the liquids coming from her intense arousal. It was a beautiful sight, I could ask someone to paint something as erotic as that and I would admire it for hours on end. I grabbed her chin using my other hand and lifted her face only to find a small, dirty Y/N with narrowed, watery eyes. "Dumb whore", I thought running my tongue across my lips and squeezing her chin hard enough to make her open to moan in pain, taking advantage of that opening I let a light spit fillet fall from my tongue onto hers. And faced with the image of her swallowing it readily, I swear I almost ended up cuming.

But there was no almost for her. She ended up coming as soon as I resumed increasing the rhythm of my fingers inside her after spitting into her beautiful mouth. I could easily fuck her dumb at that exact spot, but it was still so early in the week.

Halloween hadn't even arrived yet.

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your song, prt 2 | c.b

Summary: As their wedding day approaches, Y/N’s parents continue to disappoint her. Colin reminds her that his own family is now hers.

Part 1

Colin Bridgerton had a way with words.

Ever since the concert, he hadn’t stopped writing Y/N little notes, proclaiming his love to her and comparing her to a summer’s day. Y/N was almost certain that half the things he wrote down where stolen directly from Anthony’s copy of Shakespeare’s sonnets, but she wasn’t complaining.

In the dozens of letters he sent her from when he was on his travels abroad, he always managed to describe what he was seeing in a way that made Y/N feel like she was there. From his vivid descriptions of the Grecian beaches lined with houses of every colour to the snowy heights of Norway, Colin somehow always made her feel as if she was there.

Y/N treasured each and every letter he sent her, tying them all together with a beautiful ribbon that he'd sent all the way from Amsterdam. They sat on her shelf next to the dried flowers that had been a part the bouquet of flowers he'd given her for her birthday.

She had spent the day with the Bridgerton's since her own parents were too busy up in Scotland to come down to celebrate.

Her parents were constantly disappointing her. They had barely even acknowledged her since she’d announced her engagement and she was tired of being ignored.

Y/N walked into the drawing room of Bridgerton House, a fake smile on her face.

“Y/N!” Hyacinth squealed, running up to her future sister-in-law and hugging her.

“Hello, Hyacinth,” Y/N said, returning her hug.

"I thought your parents were coming," Anthony said, noticing Y/N's lack of escort. His brow furrowed in concern as he noticed Y/N’s forced smile.

"They are in Scotland," Y/N replied, sitting down on the sofa and sighing. "They are too busy with my sister's horse riding competition to bother coming down to celebrate."

Y/N was trying to hide her upset about being forgotten by her parents. It wasn't the first time it had happened and it probably wouldn't be the last. Y/N's sister was their dream child - the talented one who would probably be the diamond of whatever year she decided to make her debut in.

Y/N's own debut had been almost ruined by her parents. Her grandfather had died two days before she'd been due to be presented to the queen and her parents and vanished overnight to Cornwall, leaving Y/N behind with no one to present her or accompany her to the ball.

Which was when Colin had stepped in. They'd found each other out in Hyde Park where Y/N had gone to escape her house and by the time they'd walked back to Bridgerton House, Colin had decided that Y/N was worthy of so much more than what her parents were giving her.

"Anthony!" Colin yelled, as soon as he walked inside the front door of Bridgerton house. "Anthony!"

"Colin, be quiet, it is fine," Y/N said, hitting his arm not too gently.

"No, it is not fine," Colin replied, his usual cheeky grin absent. "This is one of the most important days in your life and they have just left you! Anthony!"

"Colin, will you stop yelling!" Y/N hissed, noticing the staff giving them both bizarre looks.

Colin didn't listen. "ANTH - oh, there you are."

Anthony Bridgerton all but ran down the stairs, panic on his face. "What, who is injured?"

"No one," Colin replied, frowning. "What made you think that?"

"You yelling, probably," Y/N muttered, yelping as Colin elbowed her.

Anthony sighed and closed his eyes in despair. "Colin,” Anthony said slowly, looking up “what do you want?"

Colin shoved Y/N forward, the woman almost falling into Anthony at the sudden shove. She shot Colin a glare but he ignored it, putting his hands on her shoulders and spinning her back to face Anthony.

"Y/N, here. Our wonderful, amazing Y/N, has been abandoned by her parents. They will not be able to present her to the queen in two day's time nor will they be able to escort her to the ball. Therefore, I was wondering if you and mother could do it."

Y/N looked up at Anthony. She'd known him since she was eight and the Viscount had become a parental figure in her life, replacing the lacklustre figure that was her actual father. But asking him and his mother to present her to the queen was a massive ask.

Anthony's eyes softened as he looked down at Y/N. He put a hand on her shoulder and nodded. "Of course we can. Come upstairs, Y/N, Eloise will be very annoyed if she finds out you stopped by and did not say hello. We can talk more then."

Y/N took Anthony's arm and let him walk her up the stairs. She glanced behind her and mouthed a thank you to Colin who sent her a smile and a thumbs up.

Anthony gestured to the sofa next to Eloise and Y/N blinked, suddenly remembering where she was.

"So, your parents are continuing the standard they set when they did not turn up to your debut, then?" Eloise asked, moving up as Y/N sat down next to her. She offered the tin of sweets she was holding out to her.

"Please, do not remind me," Y/N muttered, taking a red sweet. "Thank you, again, for saving me," Y/N said, looking up at Anthony and Violet. "Truly."

"Do not worry about it, my dear," Violet replied, waving her off. "Will you be joining us for dinner tonight?"

"If you do not - Colin, what on earth?"

Y/N stared at Colin, who was struggling to hold a large bouquet of roses, hyacinths, elderflowers and daisies, with a perplexed look.

"Happy birthday!" He exclaimed, setting them on the table in front of her.

Y/N leant back to avoid being poked in the eye by a branch of elderflower. "I..."

Colin's face fell. "You hate them, I can tell. I was not sure how big was too big or how many flowers to include -"

"Colin, I love it," Y/N said, cutting him off. "I just was not... expecting anything."

Colin smiled down at her. "I could not remember which flower was your favourite out of them," he said, fiddling with a daisy, "but I remembered you liked how purple contrasts with blue and how yellow breaks the colours up like it does in a sunset. Specifically -"

"The Athens sunset of July 1814," Y/N said softly, remembering every single detail of that letter.

Colin's description of the sunset had stuck with her ever since. He'd described it in so much detail she'd felt as if she'd been sat next to him on the beach.

Her birthday flowers had only been the start. Colin seemed to remember every passage that had transported her, every sentence that had made her envy his freedom, every word Y/N had felt connected to and turned it into affection and gifts.

He made her feel wanted and loved when her own parents forgot about her or dismissed her. Whenever she cried he picked her up and read from his journals to distract her. Every single ball he would compare her dress to a sunset he'd seen and Y/N would just listen in awe as the words flowed like a song.

And then he had actually written her a song and had gotten it performed at the opera and Y/N had fallen head over heels in love with him. Colin had proposed to her that night and Y/N hadn’t hesitated before saying yes.

Colin had began leaving notes around her house, counting down to their wedding day. They’d come accompanied by flowers or little presents and even watercolours of her favourite places. Y/N kept them all in a box under her bed, hidden away from her parents who, if she was honest, didn’t really care about Y/N’s wedding or her successful match.

Her parents lack of interest in her or her wedding hurt. Y/N was hoping that her match to Colin would have at least perked something inside them but all she’d received was stoney silence and her father telling her that they couldn’t make it. He didn’t say why they couldn’t make it, just that they couldn’t make it.

“Hey, are you alright?” Colin asked quietly, nudging Y/N’s arm.

Y/N turned her head to look at Colin, realising that he’d evicted Eloise off the sofa and taken her place. Benedict and Anthony were both looking over at them with matching looks of concern but Y/N focused on Colin and nodded. “I am fine, Colin. I am simply thinking.”

“Well, we all know how dangerous that is for you, my love,” Colin replied teasingly, winking at her. His smile faded as he noticed her solemn expression. “Come on, tell me what is wrong.”

“My parents,” Y/N said quietly. “They... well, you know what they do to me. They have said that they are not coming to the wedding and have not even acknowledged me since we got engaged. They do not even acknowledge my birthday and I just -” Y/N cut herself off with a hefty sigh and dropped her head onto Colin’s shoulder. “I am so tired of them.”

Colin rested his head on top of Y/N’s and held her hand. “I know you are, darling. I am sorry they are not better parents. But,” he lifted his head up and gently tilted Y/N’s chin up, “you do not have to worry about them anymore. My family is your family, Y/N.”

Anthony, who had been listening to every word, spoke up. “Y/N, I will happily walk you down the aisle if you do not want your parents there.”

Y/N nodded and smiled, feeling tears burning her eyes. “Thank you, Anthony.”

Anthony could read her like a book and got up, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I promise you, I will not let them ruin your day.”

Y/N nodded. “I know, Anthony, thank you.”

Colin nudged her. “See, I told you. Besides, I do not believe that Hyacinth will let you go anywhere without her. You are a Bridgerton now.”

Y/N smiled sadly and kissed him on the cheek. “I cannot wait to marry you, Colin Bridgerton.”

“I cannot wait to marry you either, Y/N Bridgerton,” Colin replied with a smile.

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