Роялти-тред: все о королевских семьях и около них

Анон · 2018-05-21 20:48:16

Собственно сабж, чтобы не оффтопить в голливудоправде: сплетни, скандалы, расследования. Кто и зачем женится в британской королевской семье? где находится Лихтенштейн и кто там князь И прочие их нравы.

Если не открываются ссылки из инсты, их можно открыть через этот сервис.

Скриншот голосования Team БКС vs Team Меган: https://prnt.sc/15egjmf
Скриншот голосования о выселении Меган и Гарри из темы: https://imgur.com/a/gi3ckMc

Официальные соц. сети БКС:
https://www.instagram.com/theroyalfamily/
https://twitter.com/RoyalFamily

Официальные соц. сети Уильяма и Кейт:
https://www.instagram.com/princeandprincessofwales/
https://twitter.com/KensingtonRoyal

Анон · 2023-01-12 14:00:22

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Эта же тусовка поддерживает Меган и Гарри, так что надеяться на канселлинг не стоит.

От поддержки до обидки не так далеко)))) а с талантами четы могут и наплясать)

Анон · 2023-01-12 14:02:54

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чтоб только взгляды и осталось трактовать

И время от времени оттуда будут вылетать в толпу миски, ожерелья и клочки рубашки?

Анон · 2023-01-12 14:04:37

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Где-то в английском романе попадалось: "Граф был спортсмен. Во время прогулок по парку он подтягивался на ветке дерева около десяти раз")

А вот в эпоху Регентства среди светских денди модно было боксом заниматься! (ну и править экипажами наперегонки, но это и сейчас можно, спасибо Филиппу)

Анон · 2023-01-12 14:12:40

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Вот это вангования по аватарке!

Да там и без аватарки информации с горочкой. :lol:

Анон · 2023-01-12 14:15:59

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11 января 2023 года королева Летиция присутствовала на церемонии закрытия 10-го выпуска проекта Promociona, проходившего в конференц-центре IFEMA. Проект Promociona является инициативой CEOE (Испанской конфедерации ассоциаций работодателей), цель которой состоит в том, чтобы больше женщин участвовало в испанской деловой активности на более ответственных должностях.
Блин, вот она одновременно и красивая, и прямо по лицу видно, что змея, только успевай яд сцеживать

Имхо, это от перебора пластики.
Не знаю, почему такой эффект, но у женщин в возрасте, увлекающихся улучшайзингом, на лице застывает злобно-стервозное выражение.
Та же Николь Кидман, красавица, с возрастом стала похожа на злую ведьму.

Анон · 2023-01-12 14:21:33

Обожаю фото Летиции и Фелипе. Они так всегда друг на друга смотрят... Вот подборочка неплохая (на всякий случай - фото довольно большие):

Первая встреча:

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Перед свадьбой, Летиция тут ужасно трогательная:

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Тактильность:

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С дочками (третья фотография меня ужасно веселит, у девочек там такие лица, будто они хотят сказать "ну блин, родители как всегда"):

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Болеют за Испанию:

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Вся светится (да и он, думаю, тоже):

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Анон · 2023-01-12 14:22:55

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Имхо, это от перебора пластики.

Я не вижу у летисии какого-то ебическаго перебора пластики, все довольно гармонично. А вот ты влетаешь с этой пластикой после каждого вноса ее фот и заебал :bubu:

Отредактировано (2023-01-12 14:23:45)

Анон · 2023-01-12 14:27:21

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Имхо, это от перебора пластики.

Я не вижу у летисии какого-то ебическаго перебора пластики, все довольно гармонично. А вот ты влетаешь с этой пластикой после каждого вноса ее фот и заебал

Да я вообще впервые на эту тему здесь высказался :hmm:
И не затыкай мне рот, хозяин треда.

Анон · 2023-01-12 14:28:11

reddit.com/r/SaintMeghanMarkle/comments … _guardian/
Новый мемас с миской от гардиан :cool:

Анон · 2023-01-12 14:29:52

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Обожаю фото Летиции и Фелипе.

И я) Очень милая пара. Фото с первой встречи классное)
Мне ещё вот эти свадебные фото нравятся:

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Я не вижу у летисии какого-то ебическаго перебора пластики, все довольно гармонично.

Плюсую.

Анон · 2023-01-12 14:33:21

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Я не вижу у летисии какого-то ебическаго перебора пластики, все довольно гармонично. А вот ты влетаешь с этой пластикой после каждого вноса ее фот и заебал

+1 к обоим пунктам.

Анон · 2023-01-12 14:35:09

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Новый мемас с миской от гардиан

:lol: Пересказ мемуаров отличный.

Анон · 2023-01-12 14:41:12

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Новый мемас с миской от гардиан
Пересказ мемуаров отличный.

Да, тоже внесу. Вдруг кто припасть захочет)))
theguardian.com/books/2023/jan/12/i-was … john-crace

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The sentences were short.

Crisp. Like his shirt.

Spare. Propulsive.

See what I did there?

Italics. Random. Italics. And. Punctuation.

Why was my heart beating so fast? Was this what Meg really wanted? Why hadn’t I brought a coat? Why at Grandpa’s funeral? Why so many questions?

Relax, I told myself. I’m in the hands of a pro. One of the world’s best ghosts. This is how to appear likable. Credible.

Time to focus. I was waiting. Waiting. Waiting. To meet my nemesis. My brother. The most important meeting in modern history. Meg always said she admired my humility. If only Willy was so self-aware.

I thought of Mummy. Up there. Somewhere. Of course she would want what I would want. We were as one. How could Willy and Pa not see that?

They appeared from round a corner. In lockstep. The game was up. They would never understand me. I was alone. Abandoned

Cut to another world. A prehistory. One where Mummy was alive and Willy and I played on jet skis in the Med and the sentences were longer. Then Balmoral. My darling boy, Pa said. Your mother … I couldn’t cry. I looked at the paparazzi. And gave them what they wanted. Emotion. Drama. Pain.

Life resumed. As normal as it could be. I was the Spare. A nullity. A piece of the furniture to be moved around. Pa did his best. I suppose. He wasn’t really cut out for parenthood. More interested in his teddy. And Shakespeare and Nelson Mandela. To be or not to be. Not to be. Willy and I begged him not to marry Camilla. Be with her, if you must. Just don’t marry her

In 1998 I went to Eton. I was outmatched. The teachers said I was thick. That was because they just asked the wrong questions. Willy ignored me. I begged him to help me. He just said I was too needy and should see a shrink. I said that I didn’t understand my lessons. That they felt like people were speaking in foreign languages. That’s your French class, Harold. I started smoking dope. Anything to numb the pain of reading this book.
Africa was where I felt most alive. Lesotho. Botswana. Out in the bush. Looking at the stars. Kissing Chelsy. No paps. No Pa. One night out in the Okavango a leopard entered the compound. The others were terrified. I embraced it. Hello Mummy, I said. I knew you were waiting for me. The leopard hugged me and left. I felt a connection to something ancient. I must have Africa for my good works. You can’t, Harold. Africa is mine. I’m the Heir. You can have Australia. Off you go.

Back home the paps and the press were everywhere. Stalking me. Hunting me. The Lies. I came to hate one I called Rehabber Kooks. An anagram. Work it out. May she die unpleasantly. I went to the tunnel where Mummy had died. It was too short. The driver couldn’t have crashed, however drunk. It must have been the paps. Or MI5. Not Grandpa. Surely not him.

Pa and Camilla got married. Of course they did. I was the Spare. So what did my feelings count? I wanted him to be happy. Sure. But not with her. Camilla flicked me a V-sign. Moments later she lit a cigarette and phoned the tabloids to tell them I’d been doing cocaine and magic mushrooms. Yeah? Of course I had. Wouldn’t you? Anything to numb the pain. But try proving it.

It was time to move on. And not just girlfriends. But what to do? Not easy when you’re the Spare. I asked Granny for a house and she found me a flat in Kensington Palace. A shit-hole. Then what did you expect? My family have always been tight. Pa told me not to complain as he leaked another story about me. University was out, dear boy. The army it was. Shame I’d already won all the medals.

Losing, losing, losing. Lost. Exposed. Naked. No, wait. That came a bit later when I got pissed in Las Vegas. Falling, falling, falling. Into a Nazi uniform. Willy said it would be a laugh. There was plenty of clobber lying around in Gan-Gan’s brother-in-law’s old room. Sorry, got to go, Harold. Just got to tip off the press. See you at the party.

Meg rushed me to A&E to have the small scratch treated.

I phoned Elton John. Chris Martin came round to play an acoustic set. I talked to my therapist. It was time for my Truth. For too long I’d played to Willy and Pa’s tune. To protect my privacy I was going to have to invade theirs. It would heal them. Kumbaybloodya. I was the shaman. Reclaiming my identity. Soon we would all be together again. In time, they would appreciate what twats they had been. And how right and how damaged I had been.

Or not. Things moved fast. Granny offered me another house. But she couldn’t promise to have the Sun, the Daily Mail, the Times and the Telegraph shut down. Nor could she offer me a round-the-clock armed guard and a choice of whatever gigs I fancied. And Willy still dug his heels in over Africa. Mummy would have sobbed at history repeating itself.

Meg and I left for Canada. And then for Montecito. Still the press came for us. Though God knows what we would do if no one bothered us. How would we know that we are alive? Scary. There will be no reconciliation with Willy and Pa. Not until they say sorry for forcing me to tell my story. That much I learned from Granny’s death. They wouldn’t even allow me on the plane to see her before she died. So I had to buy my own. And they denied a 96-year-old woman the closure of saying goodbye to the only man who truly loved her.

I sit in the garden with Meg, Archie and Lili. I hold a hummingbird in my hand. Is that you, Mummy? Fly away. You’re free at last. Don’t go.

Digested read, digested: I want my mummy.

Spare by Prince Harry is published by Bantam (£28). To support the Guardian and Observer, order your copy at guardianbookshop.com. Delivery charges may apply

Анон · 2023-01-12 14:43:30

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Эта же тусовка поддерживает Меган и Гарри, так что надеяться на канселлинг не стоит.

Ну, продемонстрировать, что ты уничижительно называешь людей по их национальности, коверкая ее, глядишь, и Амаль Клуни стриггерится.

Анон · 2023-01-12 14:48:49

Да и отношение «я хотел чтоб моему другу и телохранителю было больно» показательное. Рано или поздно он ляпнет такое в интервью или ктото из обслуживающих не выдержит и поделится и все
Эллен тоже любили...

Анон · 2023-01-12 14:52:15

С пересказа кричу чаечкой просто :lol:

Анон · 2023-01-12 14:55:45

Не могу перестать представлять, как Филипп и Летиция читают мемуары у камина и зачитывают вслух самое всратое, а потом идут обнимать Софию, "ты же знаешь, что ты не запасная, и ты не на органы, и мы любим тебя, правда?" :facepalm:

Анон · 2023-01-12 14:57:43

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Да, тоже внесу. Вдруг кто припасть захочет)))
theguardian.com/books/2023/jan/12/i-was … john-crace
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The sentences were short.
Crisp. Like his shirt.
Spare. Propulsive.
See what I did there?
Italics. Random. Italics. And. Punctuation.
Why was my heart beating so fast? Was this what Meg really wanted? Why hadn’t I brought a coat? Why at Grandpa’s funeral? Why so many questions?
Relax, I told myself. I’m in the hands of a pro. One of the world’s best ghosts. This is how to appear likable. Credible.
Time to focus. I was waiting. Waiting. Waiting. To meet my nemesis. My brother. The most important meeting in modern history. Meg always said she admired my humility. If only Willy was so self-aware.
I thought of Mummy. Up there. Somewhere. Of course she would want what I would want. We were as one. How could Willy and Pa not see that?
They appeared from round a corner. In lockstep. The game was up. They would never understand me. I was alone. Abandoned
Cut to another world. A prehistory. One where Mummy was alive and Willy and I played on jet skis in the Med and the sentences were longer. Then Balmoral. My darling boy, Pa said. Your mother … I couldn’t cry. I looked at the paparazzi. And gave them what they wanted. Emotion. Drama. Pain.
Life resumed. As normal as it could be. I was the Spare. A nullity. A piece of the furniture to be moved around. Pa did his best. I suppose. He wasn’t really cut out for parenthood. More interested in his teddy. And Shakespeare and Nelson Mandela. To be or not to be. Not to be. Willy and I begged him not to marry Camilla. Be with her, if you must. Just don’t marry her
In 1998 I went to Eton. I was outmatched. The teachers said I was thick. That was because they just asked the wrong questions. Willy ignored me. I begged him to help me. He just said I was too needy and should see a shrink. I said that I didn’t understand my lessons. That they felt like people were speaking in foreign languages. That’s your French class, Harold. I started smoking dope. Anything to numb the pain of reading this book.
Africa was where I felt most alive. Lesotho. Botswana. Out in the bush. Looking at the stars. Kissing Chelsy. No paps. No Pa. One night out in the Okavango a leopard entered the compound. The others were terrified. I embraced it. Hello Mummy, I said. I knew you were waiting for me. The leopard hugged me and left. I felt a connection to something ancient. I must have Africa for my good works. You can’t, Harold. Africa is mine. I’m the Heir. You can have Australia. Off you go.
Back home the paps and the press were everywhere. Stalking me. Hunting me. The Lies. I came to hate one I called Rehabber Kooks. An anagram. Work it out. May she die unpleasantly. I went to the tunnel where Mummy had died. It was too short. The driver couldn’t have crashed, however drunk. It must have been the paps. Or MI5. Not Grandpa. Surely not him.
Pa and Camilla got married. Of course they did. I was the Spare. So what did my feelings count? I wanted him to be happy. Sure. But not with her. Camilla flicked me a V-sign. Moments later she lit a cigarette and phoned the tabloids to tell them I’d been doing cocaine and magic mushrooms. Yeah? Of course I had. Wouldn’t you? Anything to numb the pain. But try proving it.
It was time to move on. And not just girlfriends. But what to do? Not easy when you’re the Spare. I asked Granny for a house and she found me a flat in Kensington Palace. A shit-hole. Then what did you expect? My family have always been tight. Pa told me not to complain as he leaked another story about me. University was out, dear boy. The army it was. Shame I’d already won all the medals.
Losing, losing, losing. Lost. Exposed. Naked. No, wait. That came a bit later when I got pissed in Las Vegas. Falling, falling, falling. Into a Nazi uniform. Willy said it would be a laugh. There was plenty of clobber lying around in Gan-Gan’s brother-in-law’s old room. Sorry, got to go, Harold. Just got to tip off the press. See you at the party.
Meg rushed me to A&E to have the small scratch treated.
I phoned Elton John. Chris Martin came round to play an acoustic set. I talked to my therapist. It was time for my Truth. For too long I’d played to Willy and Pa’s tune. To protect my privacy I was going to have to invade theirs. It would heal them. Kumbaybloodya. I was the shaman. Reclaiming my identity. Soon we would all be together again. In time, they would appreciate what twats they had been. And how right and how damaged I had been.
Or not. Things moved fast. Granny offered me another house. But she couldn’t promise to have the Sun, the Daily Mail, the Times and the Telegraph shut down. Nor could she offer me a round-the-clock armed guard and a choice of whatever gigs I fancied. And Willy still dug his heels in over Africa. Mummy would have sobbed at history repeating itself.
Meg and I left for Canada. And then for Montecito. Still the press came for us. Though God knows what we would do if no one bothered us. How would we know that we are alive? Scary. There will be no reconciliation with Willy and Pa. Not until they say sorry for forcing me to tell my story. That much I learned from Granny’s death. They wouldn’t even allow me on the plane to see her before she died. So I had to buy my own. And they denied a 96-year-old woman the closure of saying goodbye to the only man who truly loved her.
I sit in the garden with Meg, Archie and Lili. I hold a hummingbird in my hand. Is that you, Mummy? Fly away. You’re free at last. Don’t go.
Digested read, digested: I want my mummy.
Spare by Prince Harry is published by Bantam (£28). To support the Guardian and Observer, order your copy at guardianbookshop.com. Delivery charges may apply

Это прекрасно! Я рыдаю :lol:

Анон · 2023-01-12 14:59:38

Пересказ богичен :lol:
Вся суть 500 страниц в одном предложении

I was alone. Abandoned. With only a couple of houses and a hundred million in the bank.

Отредактировано (2023-01-12 15:00:22)

Анон · 2023-01-12 15:04:57

Летиция и Фелипе потрясающе красивая пара, и были, и сейчас изумительно смотрятся. На них всегда посмотреть приятно. Но вот воротник ее свадебного платья вызывает у меня дикое желание его уложить, хотя я и понимаю, что так все и было задумано. очень непривычный.

Анон · 2023-01-12 15:06:29

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Не могу перестать представлять, как Филипп и Летиция читают мемуары у камина и зачитывают вслух самое всратое, а потом идут обнимать Софию, "ты же знаешь, что ты не запасная, и ты не на органы, и мы любим тебя, правда?"

Софию, которая как раз была донором костного мозга для Леонор.

Анон · 2023-01-12 15:09:59

Аудиотрывок про обомороженый хуй
https://twitter.com/domwakeford/status/ … a_1p9-fPWA

Анон · 2023-01-12 15:12:31

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Софию, которая как раз была донором костного мозга для Леонор.

Ага, я знаю, вот именно поэтому и не могу перестать представлять.

Анон · 2023-01-12 15:14:16

Ёлки, теперь же все будут смотреть запись свадьбы Уилла и Кейт, искать там Гарри и думать, как ты, бедолага, держишься с обмороженным членом.

Анон · 2023-01-12 15:20:56

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Ёлки, теперь же все будут смотреть запись свадьбы Уилла и Кейт

Я уже, ахахаха

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