#12th Inspector

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

Geneva: ‘Is five a lot?’

The Inspector: ‘That depends upon the context.’

The Inspector: ‘Tickets to One Direction? No.’

The Inspector: ‘Tooting of the horns? Yes!’

#Inspector Spacetime #Inspector Spacetime meme #Geneva Stilton (character) #the Inspector (character) #12th Inspector #Twelfth Inspector #Is X a lot? #that depends upon the context #tickets to One Direction #Big No (trope) #Big No #Tooting of the horns #Big Yes (trope) #Big Yes

[lavidavacomoverstappen]

This was never about you

Here is part one of this was never about you!! please let me know if you guys would want me to continue with this series!!

Sounds of a rough hand hitting a soft face echoed throughout the room. She stirred around to greet this sudden, yet rude wake-up call. Y/n was never one for confrontation. Often times, even with Charles, she never voiced out her anger, always being the perfect timid wife he was promised when her father gave her away. She felt scared, confused, and most importantly pissed off, because she knew that the pain was going to get worse, even though she was accustomed to pain. It had been over a year since she was wedded off to Charles. She didn’t know much about him, really. No one did. All she knew was that he was scary enough to get her abusive father to marry her off and that he was her protector now. Officer Campbell, that was the name of the twat who had decided that instead of hurting Charles by seizing his drugs or guns, he was going to take away his little wife and rough her up, just to add a cherry on top. Campbell had taken her away while she was shopping for groceries. Poor little thing, he thought, as he got his men to pull out the injection to sedate her. He had all the time in the world to look at the infamous Mrs. Leclerc. He liked what he saw and was hell-bent on making her look unrecognizable. Charles and y/n had just argued prior to her leaving for groceries. It was a silly argument, really. For the first time since they had gotten married, y/n raised her voice at Charles over rumors of his torrid affair. She could barely get two words out of her mouth before she shut herself up. Her father’s beatings came flooding back to her mind. She wouldn’t want Charles to become like her father, now would she? So she shut herself up. Charles was utterly confused. He didn’t understand where his pretty little wife got the idea of him cheating on her. He only ever had eyes for her, no one else. He had so much to say to her yet never had the time since Inspector Campbell was always up his ass. He knew that if he slipped up, his entire mafia could be affected, but most importantly, she would be affected. So all Charles had said to her was, “I am not a cheater.” She stormed off before he could finish his sentence.

Y/N knew what she was doing was stupid, but she didn’t care. She took a cab and went grocery shopping without any security. Little did she know that it would be her worst mistake. She was getting anxious as she saw Charles’s name flash up on her screen for the 12th time. She was just about to answer it, but before she could listen to anything he could say, she felt the cold metal syringe pierce her skin. All Charles could hear was his wife’s loud shrill and cry for help before her phone was stepped on. He muttered out a faint “no” before screaming for Pierre to find out where she was.

#charles leclerc x wife reader #mafia!f1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #mafia!charles leclerc #f1 scenario #dad!charles leclerc

[trivialbob]

I am back home from vacation in Isla Mujeres. Sheila is staying a few more days. We know other visitors on the island. Sheila is hanging out with them this week.

The Island is a 25 minute ferry ride from Cancun. It is about tourism, but not at all like being inside an all-inclusive resort. Many folks we ran into visit Isla for several weeks at a time and stay in small condos or rooms.

(A bit long, with pictures, below the cut)

We rented a two-bedroom place in a small, four-unit building. It was at the north end of the island. That's where many of the American and Canadian visitors stay. But locals live there too. From our roof we could see the family next door, cooking and putting out their laundry to dry. Our door is the blue one in the bottom left picture.

Some US hotels I've been at lately don't offer daily changes of sheets and towels. "For the sake of the environment," ya know. Our modest place in Isla included fresh sheets and towels every day in addition to full room cleaning. It felt luxurious.

More local people live mid-island and to the south end. However, visitors rent places all over the narrow island. A couple we know has the equivalent of a studio apartment mid-island for two months at $600/month. A realtor would call it "Very cozy." I liked it.

That couple has bicycles they store there for when they come back each winter. They also rent a golf cart from time to time to drive around the island, as many visitors do. Some Americans and Canadians purchase places instead of renting. Some beautiful, modern houses dot the island.

One of the first things I did upon arrival was slather myself in SPF 50 sunscreen. My pasty white head and back made the soft, white beach sand look like black pepper in comparison. The sunscreen worked well. I have only one small patch of burned skin where I missed covering a spot on one ankle.

You won't find chain restaurants here. The few banks and gas stations have familiar names, but that's about it for big brands.

Warning signs are few and far between. Servers bring cold beer to the beach, in glass bottles. This was my fourth or fifth visit and Sheila's 12th. We've never seen or heard someone break a bottle. There are no lifeguards at beaches or pools.

When crossing roads, cars, golf carts, and scooters seem to have the right-of-way over pedestrians. Sidewalks are rough and uneven. You learn to be careful and pay attention. At times soldiers and police patrolled the streets with rifles. We felt secure the whole time, even while walking in dimly lit local neighborhoods.

One resort-like place where we hung out at for a few hours has a pool with concrete seats and tables in the water. A server, seeing me cooling off in the water, asked if I'd deliver a glass ashtray to four women sitting at table in the pool.

Smoking isn't allowed inside bars and restaurants, thank God. Unlike the US where that's just understood, there are some No Fumar signs posted in Isla businesses. I bet I didn't see more than a dozen people smoking the whole time I was there.

Touristy stuff is there if you want that. Two streets have vendors hawking t-shirts, magnets, and such. Scuba and fishing trips are available if that's your thing. Golf carts and scooters can be rented. Mainly I eat good food, drink relatively inexpensive drinks and cheap beer, read, and relax. Surprisingly though, I recorded 10,000 or more steps every day.

Many of the older buildings would make an American code inspector twitch with anxiety. Few stairs, even very steep ones, have railings. Nor do all the rooftops. Our place had a railing on top but the buildings next to us did not. A realtor might call those "Unencumbered terraces." I easily could have done one of those cop TV show stunts, jumping from building to building while chasing a perp down the block.

Try tracing these wires. Or finding the source of the water lines. A realtor might say "Plentiful utilities." We did have excellent water pressure, hot and cold. Just don't drink it.

Bathrooms in some bars and restaurants... oh my. An Applebee's is more sanitary, but then you are eating at Applebee's. About ten years ago one of Sheila's friends purchased a toilet seat with her own money and installed it herself in one of the island's bars she liked to frequent. She had developed some nice leg muscles from so much hovering. Life's trade-offs, right?

One bar's women's room has a lot of comments in Sharpie about Mark. Some female out there somewhere DOES NOT LIKE MARK. Apparently a frequent visitor to the island, she documents when bad thoughts of Mark cross her mind. The men's room offered some scribbles both for and against Mark. At our table a group of us sat around trying to come up with the story. It could have a chance at being a Netflix/Hulu movie.

We didn't cook. There are too many local places that are fun and tasty. In some parts of the island you can actually order a meal at someone's house and eat on their patio. I'll have a separate post later about how we hired local guy bring us to seven different places for food one night.

Several times we shared restaurant tables with other visitors, some we knew from previous visits, some total strangers. A couple from New Jersey wanted to sit on the patio at a restaurant Sheila and I like. All three outside tables were occupied. We had empty chairs at ours, so we invited them to join us and had a wonderful evening talking with them. The wife did sound a bit like Carmela Soprano. Her husband, however, did not make me remove my cap. Another restaurant had a cat you could pet during dinner at another place.

In addition to the restaurant cat there were sidewalk dogs. They putter around or relax on the warm pavement. People walk and drive around the dogs. I assure you that white dog in the right picture is just sleeping contentedly. I didn't use a flash, so I wouldn't disturb him. The little one on the left greeted me as I walked along the malecón on my way to a massage.

We played pickle ball while there. The courts were in the middle of an area with few tourists. All the players were Americans. I wonder what the local residents think of the game with the bright, plastic balls that go clink, clink, clink. That's me in the yellow hat (top left picture). The bottom two pictures are what was behind the courts.

I could get used to scooter life. Sheila has one at home, but it's engine is literally six times the size of what these ones here have.

Carnival celebrations began on Friday. Our place overlooked the town square, by the Catholic Church. It was fun to watch the celebration with the loud music and lots of people.

That got long! Enough for now.

[scotianostra]

15th February 1817 saw the birth in Glasgow of Robert Angus Smith.

You may not have heard of him, or maybe you read about him in my previous post? Anyway we have all heard of acid rain, defined by National Geographic magazine thus: “Acid rain describes any form of precipitation that contains high levels of nitric and sulfuric acids. It can also occur in the form of snow, fog, and tiny bits of dry material that settle to Earth.”

The words “acid rain” were coined as long ago as 1859 by Angus Smith, who seven years earlier had made the discovery that northern cities across Britain were suffering from rainfall that contained heavy pollutants that were the result of the burning of coal that was rich in sulphur. His research found that the worst-affected city was his home town of Glasgow.

Robert Angus Smith was born in Pollokshaws the seventh son and 12th child of John Smith, originally from Ayrshire, and his wife Janet, daughter of James Thomson who owned a mill at Strathaven in Lanarkshire.

His elder brother John was a big influence on Angus’s life. John eventually became a senior teacher at Perth Academy, and was himself a scientist who would research theories on colour and light. He encouraged his younger brother to read the works of Joseph Priestley, the pioneering English chemist, and Angus Smith was greatly influenced by Priestley’s writings.

He attended Glasgow University from the age of 13, apparently to prepare for a career in the Church of Scotland ministry, but he left without graduating and then became a tutor to families, first in Scotland and then in England. In 1839 he accompanied the Bridgeman family to Germany where he remained to study under the Professor Justus Liebeg, gaining his PhD in 1841.

On returning to England he took a post at Manchester Royal Institution as assistant to Lyon Playfair, an Indian-born Scot and a scientist and politician.

Playfair passed on his own interest in the sanitation of towns and cities to Angus Smith, who left the Institution to set up in business as an analytical chemist. As concern grew about pollution, his services were in demand, and in one famous experiment he waited until a crowded room had emptied then collected the residue on windows to prove that human breath exuded not just carbon dioxide but organic matter dangerous to health.

Smith once graphically described the effects of Manchester’s polluted atmosphere, in a letter to the Manchester Guardian published on November 2, 1844.

He wrote: “Coming in from the country last week on a beautiful morning, when the air was unusually clear and fresh, I was surprised to find Manchester was enjoying the atmosphere of a dark December day… Those who would defend such evils, who would remain careless as long as any probable cause is unremoved, must surely be devoid not only of mercy, but of clear perception and of good taste. The gloominess of uncleanness is everywhere around us.”

In 1851 he began the research that would make him the “father of acid rain” as he is often known. Smith proved that sulphur compounds in the air of towns and cities were the result of burning coal and coke transported in air and rainwater, and even as the industrial revolution was bringing more and more factories into being, Smith was arguing that manufacturers should be held responsible for their pollution.

He investigated poor housing and water quality, and published numerous papers that formed the basis of the developing science of environmental chemistry. One report on the problems of pollution for the Royal Mines Commission was particularly devastating in its scientific indictment of the polluters.

Smith was called as an expert witness in a court case over factory and mine pollution and his testimony was convincing. Consequently when the British Government decided to legislate – in the Alkali Act of 1863 – to try and cut pollution from mining and manufacturing, there was really only one man to turn to as the first chief of the alkali inspectorate and thus Smith spent much of the next two decades transforming attitudes to pollution.

In 1872 Smith published his Air and Rain, the beginnings of a Chemical Climatology, in which he collected the result of his experiments. It proved how ground-breaking his work had been.

With honorary degrees from both Glasgow and Edinburgh University, Angus Smith was honoured in his own lifetime. His health declined badly in his later years and he died at at Colwyn Bay, North Wales, on May 12, 1884, being buried in the churchyard of St Paul’s, Kersal, Manchester.

He was paid a most generous tribute in the first edition of Nature magazine following his death: “For upwards of 40 years he laboured unceasingly to show how chemistry might minister to the material comfort and physical well-being of men — not in the manufacture of new compounds useful in the arts, or in the establishment of new industries – but in raising the general standard of the health of communities by checking or counteracting the evils which have followed in the train of that enormous development of the manufacturing arts which is the boast of this century.

“In his true vocation, as the chemist of sanitary science, Smith worked alone, and we have yet to find the man on whom his mantle has fallen."

#Scotland #Scottish #science #scientist #environmetalists

[sandcobangevent]

London is a Series of Tubes

By @daemonbreath and @silvascribble

The evening had started off normal enough. 

Sherlock and John had just closed a tricky but very lucrative case, and John had insisted on a company outing to celebrate. Mariana had found a local theatre company that was doing Shakespeare’s 12th Night and managed to get them all tickets. Sherlock was surprisingly interested in Shakespeare and seemed very excited to see the play. 

If they wanted to make it to the theatre in time for curtain call, they had to do a bit of scrambling to get ready. Right as John and Mariana were about to leave 221, Sherlock had remembered a sensitive experiment that needed tending to. He had told John and Mariana to go on without him, and that he’d meet them in the lobby. Not wanting to be late, Mariana had agreed and she and John caught a cab to the theatre.

That had been over an hour ago.

Mariana and John had arrived in time to get snacks and drinks, then waited in the lobby for Sherlock. No sign of him. Then the show started, and they found their seats. Still no detective. John tried to focus on the show, but his mind wandered. Did the experiment really take that long to attend to? Did Sherlock decide to walk to the theatre? Or… Or did he lie when he said he was interested in the show? Part of John’s brain latched onto that idea, but if John had learned anything from working with Sherlock, it was that he shouldn’t guess or jump to conclusions. 

“I’m gonna text him,” John whispered to Mariana, who nodded, and he quietly got up and left the theatre. Once in the hall, John took his phone out and called Sherlock’s.

Ring…

Ring…

Ring…

Ring…

“Sherlock Holmes. I’m not available right now. If you have a case, tell me everything important. If you don’t have a case, I probably don’t care.”

John sighed and ended the call. He tried a couple more times, but Sherlock still didn’t answer. John was starting to get worried— even if he was up to his eyeballs in a project, Sherlock would have answered his phone, even if it was just to make it stop ringing. He went to put his phone away, but it buzzed with a text. 

[UNKNOWN] Come and find him.

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The pictures almost made John drop his phone. The first one was of Sherlock, bloodied and bruised, knocked out and tied to a chair. It seemed to have been taken in an tube station, but John couldn’t tell which one. There were no visible signs, and the tiles were caked with dirt and grime. The second picture was more confusing. It was a top-down view of two train cars connected by dark purple yarn, with the latter end of the yarn angled down. That was not good.

John hurried back into the theatre, and leaned down to whisper, “we need to leave.” into Mariana’s ear.

“What? Why?” Mariana asked.

“Now, Mariana,” John begged. “Please.”

Mariana sighed but relented, gathering her coat and purse before following John out of the theatre. John handed his phone to Mariana so she could see the messages, and she gasped.

“Oh my God,” she breathed, eyes wide. “How did this happen? He’s usually so careful…”

“No idea,” John said, taking his phone back. He dialed 999 and tapped his foot as he waited for someone to pick up.

“999, how can I h—”

“Hi, yeah, could you put me through to Detective Inspector Lestrade?” John asked. “It’s about Sherlock Holmes.”

The 999 operator sighed but agreed, and John was put on hold for a moment. 

“DI Lestrade, ‘ow can I ‘elp?” Lestrade said after the call connected, her Yorkshire accent thick as ever.

“It’s Dr. Watson,” John replied. “Sherlock’s been kidnapped.”

A police car arrived not long after John hung up, Lestrade herself stepping out. John stepped forwards with his hand out, and she shook it.

“Good to meet you, Lestrade,” John said. “Sherlock’s had good things to say about you.”

“Same to you, Dr. Watson,” Lestrade said.

“Call me John, please.”

“Georgia, then,” she said, smiling tightly.  “So, show me these texts you got.”

John took out his phone then unlocked it and passed it over to Georgia. She looked at both pictures, then handed it back.

“Any ideas?”

“W-what?” John stared at Georgia. “You’re asking me what to do?”

“Well, yeah.” Georgia shrugged. “Ye work with Holmes a lot, yeah? Y’must have learned some stuff from watchin’ him run around and solve crimes.”

Fuck. Okay. John took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to stay calm. What would Sherlock do if he were here? First thing’s first— consider everything that might be a clue. Sherlock said he’d be taking the tube to the theatre, so it’s likely he was picked up from Baker Street station. Whoever kidnapped him was ready with a clue and a picture of Sherlock, which meant the kidnapper didn’t plan on just killing Sherlock outright— they wanted something. 

The picture he’d been sent definitely showed Sherlock in a tube station, just one that looked old and disused. Most likely an abandoned one. If John could figure out which station it was, they could rescue Sherlock.

“Okay,” John said, sounding a lot more calm than he felt, “I’m gonna need a map of the London Underground, including stations that aren’t in service anymore. Sherlock’s being held in a tube station, so he was probably taken from one.”

“Any thoughts as to which station?” Georgia asked, jotting down everything John said.

“Baker Street,” John replied. “He was gonna come here from that station.”

“Right. I’ll see if I can pull any CCTV footage to try an’ fin ‘im. D'you two need a right to yer flat?”

“No, but thank you for the offer,” Mariana said, smiling at Georgia. She nodded back at them, then got in her car and drove off. John took a deep breath, turning to Mariana.

“Right then. Let’s save Sherlock Holmes.”

#submission #sherlock and co #sherlock & co #flashbang event #sherlock homes #john watson #mariana ametxazurra

[blaacknoir]

Corruption Avatar Concepts:

An influencer who sells her hand-made beauty product, knowing full well that the users will end up with more skin problems than before.

The mold assessor who lies about the severity of the moisture problem in a client's house.

His remediator partner, who never completely clears it out.

The landlord who knows very well that his tenants' bathrooms are sprouting mushrooms. He likes it that way.

A health inspector who passes everyone. (You… should probably avoid the sushi restaurant on 12th. Just trust me on this.)

The subject of a Hoarders-style reality show. Every day people come to fix her house and remove the filth within. Every evening, regardless of how much space there was before, despite how many bags of detritus were removed, the mess seems to keep creeping back. She insists that she's not responsible. Her friends and family doubt her. (She doesn't blame them. She doubts herself.)

A nursing home employee responsible for the hygiene of the patients. Despite the frequent sponge baths, hydration, tooth brushing, and toileting, the elderly people under their care still seem to be sick, and the well-documented “old person smell” is overwhelming around them.

A nurse who slips small things—a bit of gauze, part of a sponge, a bit of thread used for stitching people up—into patients when the doctor isn't looking.

A software technician who implants small bits of malware into the programs they create. Undetectable at first, these programs eventually spread throughout the computer, corrupting every file they come into contact with, reproducing faster than they can be isolated. By the time you realize what's happened, it's too late. (Some of these programs are so utterly destructive that the physical hardware is damaged as well.)

An archivist who is intentionally bad at their job. They allow their bare hands to touch ancient texts, the oils rubbing off on the paper and slowly destroying it. Cassettes and floppy discs are written over. Files are stored in places where moisture and temperature aren't regulated. Eventually, the archives and all the information contained within them are left to rot, and the people mentioned in them may as well have never existed.

Eye | Flesh | Vast | Spiral | Corruption | Lonely | Web | Buried

#the magnus archives #corruption #avatar concepts #mag thoughts #my writing

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Hi, I have a bingo card!

1. I Have Guidelines by hippohead

2. It Happened on a Monday by quizasvivamos

3. A Safe Place by dizzywhiz, thewalkinghufflepuff

4. Home Away From Home by lilyvandersteen

5. Swipe by cerriddwen

6. New Adventures Summer Camp by izwordsoup

7. Are You Spying? by nineofhearts

8. It Only Takes a Taste by blurglesmurfklaine

9. My Dreams Come True by little_escapist

Great! Thank you very much! HERE are the details for the 2023 Klaine Fanfiction Bingo. ~Lynne

All the fics shared are under the read more below 👇🏻

I Have Guidelines by hippohead

Blaine needs Kurt to pretend to be his boyfriend for a week-long work retreat. Kurt has seen enough movies to know how that cliché ends and comes up with some guidelines to ensure they don’t fall in love with each other.

(yeah, they’re absolutely already in love with each other don’t worry)

2) It Happened on a Monday by quizasvivamos

When Blaine discovers that his boyfriend of seven years has been cheating on him for nearly two years, he teams up with an unlikely partner to exact revenge: the man who Sebastian has been cheating on him with. But even with a clear five-step plan, plans go awry as they’re so often wont to do.

3) A Safe Place by dizzywhiz, thewalkinghufflepuff

Season 6 AU where instead of Blaine dating Karofsky, he's with Sebastian, otherwise known as Kurt's worst nightmare. Kurt's devastated, but he quickly learns the pain runs deeper than his own feelings of regret. Will Kurt be able to fix what was ruined during their second breakup, or is he destined to lose Blaine to Sebastian forever? Canon divergent, Season 6 rewrite.

4) Home Away From Home by @lilyvandersteen

Cooper buys a hotel sight unseen and asks Blaine to run it for him over the summer. Only, the hotel is a health and safety hazard and Inspectors Hummel and Abrams are hell-bent on closing it down. Can Blaine spruce the hotel up in time and save Cooper's investment?

5) Swipe by @cerriddwenluna

Kurt’s flight back to New York has been delayed. To pass the time, he decides to browse Tinder and see what kind of men Columbus has to offer. There’s no harm in just looking, right?

6) New Adventures Summer Camp by izwordsoup

Kurt doesn't know why he agreed to be a camp counselor with Finn for the summer, he doesn't even like camping. In other words, Kurt is pretty sure this summer is going to suck. Enter cute fellow camp counselor Blaine Anderson.

7) Are You Spying by @nineofhearts4

Rachel graduates after the New Directions wins Nationals, leaving Kurt as the new captain of the Glee Club. He is left to pull a new team together, including finding a 12th member after auditions fall flat. He resorts to posting on a show choir forum to recruit new members, where he meets another poster by the name of BWarbler, who happens to be very fed up with his own glee Club, which is now run by Sebastian Smythe. They strike up a friendship online, never realizing that they are show choir rivals who will meet and compete against one another at Regionals. ....until they do

8) It Only Takes A Taste by BlurglesmurfKlaine | @blaineandersimp

Eight weeks. Sixteen of the self proclaimed worst cooks in the nation. Two very frustrated professional chefs. A fellow contestant catches Blaine’s eye. Will they cook up something more than just friendship? Worst Cooks in America AU and no I will not apologize for the pun.

9) My Dream Come True by @little-escapist

Kurt Hummel thought that being a famous model was his dream until he met Blaine Anderson and his son.

#klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction #glee fanfiction #2023 Klaine Bingo

[druidshollow]

you literally made 12th council pillar, house of braids my new favorite subregion

because of the labs

NICE BUT LIKE ITS SUCH A COOL SUBREGION. CONSIDER, THERES ALSO INSPECTORS

[whumpslist]

A bunch of answers 4 and recap

Hi everyone,

I’m sorry for my lack of answers, I’m trying to keep up with the current airing whumps’ lists but also completing the finished shows’ one and the new seasons’ episodes’ ones:

* The current airing shows’ lists are all updated: Law & Order SVU, The Flash, Magnum PI, Taxi Driver; I’ll soon watch Carnival Row and update it with the first two episodes aired as well;

* I am doing a whumpslist for Will Trent, which is currently airing, and the books by Karin Slaughter the TV show is based on, I'm still undecided whether to publish it or wait to complete them all. What would you prefer?;

* I have to update the Titans' list with the first part of the fourth season;

* I’ve finally updated the Prodigal Son's list with the second season (I will reblog it right after this post); The Boys' one has already been updated with the third season;

* I’ve recentely updated Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan and Strike (TV show and books) too, and posted a new K-list, The Veil;

* I have started to watch the second season of The Witcher (I’ve watched the prequel Blood Origin and enjoyed it so much);

* I have K-drama The K-2 list to complete from... forever, I will gather my courage to finish it and goodbye one of my favorite character; same for The Musketeers, only a bunch of episodes left to review...

You can find all the lists and the links into the Whumpslist’s links Sheet here. Plus, I've made another sheet to include all my gifs, short clips and audios posted as Tumblr allows only a certain amount to links into a single post.

-- . .- -. .-- .... .. .-.. .

Meanwhile I’ve received many messages, I’ll gather the answers here into a single post.

Have you ever seen doctor who or torchwood? cuz they have a lot of whump, especially jack harkness

Doctor Who would take an eternity to be watched from the first episode, besides it’s not my kind of show so I’ve never watched it. Neither Torchwood, and that’s because I don’t like John Barrowman very much.

in your endeavor post, what ep was the second to last gif from?

Hi Anon, I suppose you mean the post of January 12th. It’s from Endeavour 1.00 “The Origins of Inspector Morse" when he’s listening at the Rosalind Galloway’s disc.

Ooo have you watched ER I’ve wanting a whump list for John Carter

Sorry @marahm30, I’ve never fully watched it back in the days, only some (whumpy) episodes already reported into The Whumpapedia.

I love love love your lists! Do you think you'd ever do Stargate SG1? I have a list of the daniel whump eps from the first handful of seasons, I'd be happy to help if you wanted to make a list

Maybe, @ravenwingdark, but surely not in the foreseeable future, my hands are full.

would it be possible for you to do Rise of the teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, the Series and the movie? I saw that you had done the 2003 version and was wondering if you would do the 2018-2020 one

You’re mistaken, @the-true-alpha-04, I’ve never watched nor compiled a list for it neither I will do it in the future, sorry @rachealwolf25.

Clay Spencer

Nope, as I’ve already answered it several times: I will not do a list for SEAL Team, I've only made a gifset for episode 2.17. Despite the potential, it’s pretty lacking in whumps (even if the last season had some improvements). The ones shown are widely reviewed in The Whumpapedia, though.

Do you know any good Chloro Man scenes from shows?

Interesting trope, Anon! Not one of my kind, so I can’t really recall some specifically, but I report it in my lists when it happens. Maybe you can use a selected filter to serch it into The Whumpapedia, though.

Could you do whump lists of…Forever, TVD, The originals, Legacies and other crime sci-fi shows?

It’s highly unlikely it will happen, sorry @anonymous-persona, especially the vampire shows, because of the immortality things, whumps are almost pointless...

Hi! would you be able to make a list for the Mandalorian? specifically pedro pascal’s character! thank you

I’ve thought of making one while I was watching it, but they are just a few, plus Pascal always wears the mask and it’s limitating.

do you know of any whump from All Saints, the '00s australian medical drama? the stabbing episode whumpypepsigal posted was amazing, but the whumpapedia doesn't have much to offer for more... i don't know if the show just isn't very whumpy or if it hasn't been combed through yet, but maybe you'd know, or people in the notes would? thanks!

Nope, I don’t know the show. After receiving your message, I’ve looked for it but I was unable to retrieve it. Please, let me know if you have more luck.

That’s all, folks!

#Thanks for the input #ask whumpslist #suggestions for whumpslist #Doctor Who #Torchwood #Endeavour #ER #Stargate SG1 #Mutant Ninja Turtles #SEAL Team #the Mandalorian #All Saints #Will Trent #recap #The K-2 #The Musketeers

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

While the 12th Inspector was very new and still working out who he was,

he seemed to have little compunction of pushing a cyborg off a very tall building, even when said being answered his questions.

#Inspector Spacetime #High Altitude Interrogation (trope) #High Altitude Interrogation #Shallow Inhalation (episode) #the Inspector (character) #12th Inspector #Twelfth Inspector #was very new #still working out #who he was #had little compunction #of pushing a cyborg #off a very tall building #even after it answered his questions #Good Is Not Nice (trope) #Good Is Not Nice

[mercerislandbooks]

My Mother, the Reader

I told my mom I was going to be writing about how much she fostered my own love of reading. She said, “You know, it all started in the library, when I had one of my first jobs as a page.” Back in the sixties, my mom was a teenager in the little desert town of Lancaster, California. I pictured my mom in her A-line dresses, pushing a library cart around to re-shelve books in the evenings. She said she got very distracted reading the titles of the books as she was alphabetizing them. Sounds like someone else I know, who also gets distracted reading the backs of interesting books that customers bring up to the register.

For as long as I can remember my mom read to us, me and my younger brother. She would read out loud to us on long car trips, books like Hatchet and The Fairy Rebel, complete with all the voices. Even though I was impatient because I could read faster on my own, I loved hearing a story unfold in her voice. We always had books in the house, either stacks from the library or gently worn paperbacks from the used bookstore or books ordered from the Scholastic Book Club. Mom put clear Contact paper on my paperbacks, the stuff that you use to line shelves, to make them last longer since I took them everywhere and read them to pieces.

She told me that at some point she couldn’t keep up with concurrently reading everything I was reading and had to just let it go. For birthdays and Christmas she would buy me the most recent (hardback!) books in whatever fantasy series I was obsessed with, lurid covers and all. When she needed recommendations for something new for me, she would go to Island Books and get advice from Cindy. I vividly remember her sending me Dorothy Dunnett’s Game of Kings my first year in college, thus kicking off my love for Lymond. When she chooses for herself, my mom often gravitates towards mysteries, especially ones with over-the-top titles. The winner so far is Pennies on a Dead Man’s Eyes. Nothing else about it but the title has been retained, but it still gives us a laugh. She read all the Sue Grafton mysteries, and she and my dad pass the Jack Reacher books by Lee Child between them. 

But she doesn’t just stick to one genre. She’s adventurous and wide-ranging in her reading. When she got into poetry, I remember collections of Neruda and Mary Oliver and Billy Collins around the house. On trips, she’ll always go to indie bookstores and ask the booksellers to recommend a local author or select something off the staff picks shelf. She reads the Seattle Reads Book every year. She’s willing to give nearly anything that sounds interesting to her a try. It inspires me to be more adventurous myself and venture outside my comfort genres.

Now, as a bookseller, I’m the one enabling my mom. I’ll bring her titles I think she’ll be interested in, or ones she’s asked me about. I pass on the books I’ve particularly loved, making sure her TBR is just as big as mine. Right now she’s catching up with the middle of Louise Penny’s Inspector Gamache series (I suspect she’s already read these, but she’ll happily read them again), and she just finished The Woman in the Room by L. Jane Hastings, a memoir of a female architect in Seattle that was written up in the Seattle Times. She’s got Percival Everett’s Erasure started, and several Rachel Linden books. She picked up Amy Tan's The Backyard Bird Chronicles. Her stack of started and unfinished-as-of-yet books is almost as tall as mine. I’m not sure if I can get away with giving her another book for Mother’s Day (unless there’s one she asks for). I feel lucky that I get to share this passion for books with my mom, and grateful for all the many ways she’s encouraged my love of reading throughout my life.

If you’re looking for a gift for Mother’s Day (coming up on May 12th), stop by Island Books to peruse our stacks of books, curated gift items and wide range of cards. And ask your mom — or the mother figures in your life — what they’ve been reading lately. The answer might surprise you!

— Lori

#island books #lori robinson #Mothers day

[bookofjin]

Account of the Di (WS101)

[I.e. the kingdom of Chouchi. This post covers down to the ascension of Yang Baozong in 429]

The Di are a separate kind of the Western Yi, titled the Baima. At the juncture of the Three Eras, perhaps Bai was a lord or chief, but in that period there was a single court audience. For that reason the Poetry claims:

Since those Di and Qiang, do not dare not to come to the King.

From Qin, Han and onwards, for generation they lived in Qi, Long and southwards, and Hanchuan and westwards, and established themselves as prominent leaders.

In the middle of Han's Jian'an [196 – 220] there was Yang Teng, he was a great leader of the section's family groups. Teng was brave, strong and with many plans and schemes. He was the first to move to Chouchi. Chouchi has an area of a hundred [bai] qing, because of that he used it as a title. [All] four sides are steep and sheer, and are 7 li tall. The road coils like goat intestines for thirty-six rotations. On its top is the source of the Feng river. They cook the earth to achieve salt.

After Teng there was someone named Qianwan. Wei designated him as King of the Baiqing Di. Qianwan's grandson was named Feilong. He gradually grew strong and flourishing, Emperor Wu of Jin made use of him as General who Pacifies the West.

He had no sons, and reared his sister's son Linghu Maosou as his son. Middle of Emperor Hui's Yuankang era [291 – 299], Maosou titled himself General who Supports the State and Worthy King of the Right, the crowd of Di pushed him forward as ruler. Many of the gentlemen Within the Passes who drifted and moved about relied on him. Emperor Min used him as General of Agile Cavalry and Worthy King of Left.

Maosou died, and his son Nandi controlled the position. He and his younger brother Jiantou divided the entourage. Nandi titled himself Worthy King of the Left and stationed at Xiabian. Jiantou titled himself Worthy King of the Right, and stationed at Hechi.

Nandi died, his son Yi was installed. He titled himself Envoy Holding the Tally, Dragon Prancing General, Worthy King of the Left, and Duke of Duke of Xiabian. He used Jiantou's son Pan as Envoy Holding the Tally, General of the Best of the Army, Worthy King of the Right, and Duke of Hechi. He was subject to Jin, and Jin used Yi as General who Conquers the South.

3rd Year [of Xiankang, 337 AD, per Songshu], Yi's senior kinsman Chu assaulted and killed Yi, and also gained his multitudes. He installed himself as Duke of Chouchi and was subject to Shi Hu. Later he claimed to be vassal to Jin. 10th Year of Yonghe [354 AD], changed Chu to be Duke of Tianshui.

11th Year [355 AD], Yi's younger brother Songnu sent his aunt's son Liang Sanwang to take the opportunity of attending to straight away with blade in hand kill Chu. Chu's son Guo led left and right to excute Sanwang and Songnu, and then installed himself as Duke of Chouchi. Huan Wen petitioned for Guo to be Inspector of Qin province, and for Guo's son An to be Grand Warden of Wudu.

12th Year [356 AD], Guo's junior uncle's son Jun killed Guo and installed himself. Guo's son An betrayed Fu Sheng, killed Jun, and then declared himself a vassal to Jin.

An died, his son Shi installed himself as Duke of Chouchi. Jin's 3rd Year of Taihe [368 AD], used Shi as Inspector of Qin province, and his younger brother Tong as Grand Warden of Wudu.

Shi died. Tong deposed Shi's son Zuan and installed himself. Tong was also named De. Zuan assembled a faction, assaulted and killed Tong, and installed himself as Duke of Chouchi. He dispatched envoys to go to Emperor Jianwen, who used Zuan as Inspector of Qin province. Jin's 1st Year of Xian'an [371 Ad], Fu Jian dispatched Yang An to invade Zuan. He overcame him, and moved his people to Within the Passes, and emptied the land of Baiqing.

At the death of Songnu, his two sons Fonu and Fogou escaped and ran to Fu Jian. Jian used [a daughter] as wife to Fonu's son Ding, and designated him as Master of Writing and [General who] Leads the Army. At the defeat of Fu Jian, Guanyou was disturbed and chaotic. Ding exhausted his strength for Jian. When Jian died, he led the multitudes to run to Longyou. He moved to govern Licheng, which is 120 li from Chouchi, and set up granaries and stores at Baiqing. He summoned the barbarians and the Xia, and obtained more than a thousand families. He declared himself Dragon Prancing General and Duke of Chouchi, and declared to be vassal to Jin. Xiaowu promptly used what he had titled himself to make use of him, and later used him as Inspector of Qin province. 4th Year of Dengguo [389 AD], he thereupon had the land of Qin province, and titled himself as King of Longxi. He was later killed by Qifu Qiangui. He had no sons.

Fogou's son Sheng first was overseeing the state, and defended Chouchi. He then controlled affairs, titled himself General who Conquers the West, Inspector of Qin province, and Duke of Chouchi, and conferred posthumous title on Ding as Martial [wu] King. He divided the various Di and Qiang to make twenty sections with Army-Protectors. Each he made a garrison posts, and he did not set up commanderies and counties. Thereupon he had the land of Hanzhong, but continued to declare to be vassal to Jin. Beginning of Tianxing [398 – 404], he dispatched envoys to court [i.e. the Wei court] with tribute. A decree used Sheng as Great General who Conquers the South and King of Chouchi. He was isolated and blocked off by Yao Xing, and did not mange to communicate annually with tribute and envoys. Sheng used his older brother's son Fu as General who Pacifies the South and Inspector of Liang# province, to defend Hanzhong. Middle of Liu Yu's Yongchu [420 – 422], ennobled Sheng as King of Wudu. Sheng died, his private posthumous title was Kind and Civil [huiwen] King. His son Xuan controlled the position.

Xuan, courtesy name Huangmei, was titled Great General who Conquers the West, Opening Office with Ceremony Similar to the Three Ministers, Inspector of Qin province, and King of Wudu. Though he was a declared vassal to Liu Yilong, he continued to defer to the symbol of Jin's Yongxi era. Later he started to use Yilong's Yuanjia calendar.

Earlier, Sheng spoke to Xuan, saying:

I am aged and already old, and will end as a subject of Jin. For you it is good to serve the Song emperor.

For that reason Xuan deferred to him.

Xuan was good at entertaining scholars, and was cherished by migrants and long-time [inhabitants]. 4th Year of Shiguang [427 AD], Shizu dispatched the Great Swan-geese Arranger, Gongsun Gui, to designate Xuan as Great General who Conquers the South, Chief Controller, Inspector of Liang# province, and King of Nanqin. Xuan sent up a petition to request to be aligned with inner vassals. Allowed it. Xuan died, his private posthumous title was Filial and Luminous [xiaozhao] King. His son Baozong controlled the position.

#ws101

[sylvarantii]

Wow! Just fucking wow! I was so scared this was going to be a really disappointing movie. Especially since I had no idea if it'd live up to the hype of the promos and I was going into it like, "Yeah, the rest of the Black Organization is barely going to be in this, it's probably just this Irish dude."

But wow! Detective Conan Movie 13: The Raven Chase has BLEW. ME. AWAY!!!

Yeah, so Gin and Vodka don't become center stage till the very last act, I don't fucking care, it was worth it and it was amazing! Goddamn that helicopter scene was just wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!

And you know what? I love the inspectors in this series. They're all really charming and to have them all in the same fucking room to interact and shit is just so great! It was so good!

And to have Chianti and Korn back! I haven't seen them since the Kir arc, I think! Like holy fucking shit!

That moment between Conan/Shinichi and Heiji just...ugh, I love them. I love how much Heiji cares about him.

The fight scene between Ran and Irish had me SCREAMING! Finally an actual scene where Ran got to really get into a really well choreographed fight that didn't just end quickly as a gag. It really showed her abilities and how strong our girl is!

And Irish actually turning out to be a character that I kinda grew attached to was very unexpected, but very welcome.

Like this movie just had everything I wanted and more. Ugh, I can't give it enough praise! I loved it!

So, as to no surprise to anyone, I'm sure, the rankings are looking very good for this one.

1.) The Raven Chaser (13th Movie)

2.) The Fourteenth Target (2nd Movie)

3.) The Time Bombed Skyscraper (1st Movie)

4.) Magician of the Silver Sky (8th Movie)

5.) Captured in Her Eyes (4th Movie)

6.) Crossroad in the Ancient Capital (7th Movie)

7.) The Phantom of Baker Street (6th Movie)

8.) Countdown to Heaven (5th Movie)

9.) Strategy Above the Depths (9th Movie)

10.) The Private Eyes' Requiem (10th Movie)

11.) Full Score of Fear (12th Movie)

12.) The Wizard of the Last Century (3rd Movie)

13.) Jolly Roger in the Deep Azure (11th Movie)

Congratulations Raven Chaser, you deserve this. You are the king and you deserve this and so much more. What a great movie!

#detective conan movie reviews #the raven chaser #sylv's rambles

[scotianostra]

Happy Birthday actor Kenneth Cranham born 12th December 1944 in Dunfermline.

Cranham trained at the National Youth Theatre and RADA, he is a very prolific theatre and TV actor who has also appeared in countless films since his debut as Noah Claypole in the 1968 musical Oliver, you might remember him from playing the title role in the 80’s show Shine On Harvey Moon. Now I’ve checked and double checked and for a man who has acting credits in over 50 television shows he has never been in Taggart! Most disappointing….

From the 70’s he was in Z-Cars, Softly, Softly: Taskforce, A Family at War and Budgie, in 80’s Brideshead Revisited, Reilly: Ace of Spies ( as Vladimir Lenin no less!), Inspector Morse and Boon, the 90’s didn’t see him slow down, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit, Casualty, Bergerac and Kavanagh QC. The “Noughties” saw him pick up roles in the British-American-Italian historical drama Rome, Tess of the d'Urbervilles and Merlin. The past few years he has been on the small screen in Upstairs Downstairs, Death in Paradise and War and Peace.

His notable film roles have been in Chocolat, Hellbound: Hellraiser II, Gangster No. 1, Layer Cake, Valkyrie with Tom Cruise and Maleficent with Angelina Jolie.

Wikipedia has Cranham appearing in around 100 tv shows, he also finds time to tread the boards and in he won a prestigious 2016 Laurence Olivier Award for Best Actor in The Father. Other UK TV series include Scarborough and The Good Karma Hospital another TV series set in a coastal town in tropical South India.

#scotland #scottish #history #theatre #television #cinema #happy birthday.

[globalnewspress]

Cork company director pleads guilty to income tax and VAT fraud of over €120,000

Brian Murphy remanded for sentencing after series of pleas relating to role with Securemed Ltd

A company director has been remanded for sentencing after he pleaded guilty to a series of revenue offences which saw him defraud the state of more than €100,000 in income tax and VAT returns.

Brian Murphy, of Abbey View, Ballea Road, Carrigaline, Co Cork, pleaded guilty to a total of five offences, which followed an investigation by Revenue, when he was arraigned at Cork Circuit Criminal Court.

Murphy pleaded guilty to, on July 5th, 2010, obtaining €68,767 at AIB Bank, South Mall, Cork as an income tax repayment which he knew he was not entitled to, contrary to the Taxes Consolidation Act 1997.

He also pleaded guilty to, on September 10th, 2010, knowingly or wilfully delivering an incorrect income tax return for the period January 1st to December 31st, 2009 to the Inspector of Taxes at the Office of the Revenue Commissioners in Limerick.

He also pleaded guilty to, on April 12th, 2011, as a director of Securemed Ltd, acting in connivance with the company and knowingly or wilfully delivering to the Office of the Collector General, Limerick an incorrect VAT return for the company for the period January 1st to February 28th, 2011.

Murphy also pleaded guilty to, on June 1st, 2011, as a director of Securemed Ltd, acting in connivance with the company to obtain from the Collector General, Limerick a VAT repayment of €54,600 knowing that the firm was not entitled to such a repayment.

He also pleaded guilty to, on May 4th, 2011, while a director of Securemed Ltd, acting in connivance with the company to knowingly or wilfully producing to an authorised officer of the Revenue an incorrect invoice dated February 25th, 2011 purporting to be from a solicitor for Securemed Ltd in connection with VAT.

Counsel for the State, Jane Hyland SC, said the pleas were being offered on a full facts basis which was acceptable to the Director of Public Prosecutions. Defence counsel Remy Farrell SC applied to have sentencing put back and Judge Helen Boyle agreed. She remanded Murphy to appear again on February 19th next.

[snowdice]

Move In (Part 3/3) [Part of the Sometimes Labels Shift Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Virgil & Patton, Virgil & Logan, Patton/Logan

Characters: Virgil, Patton, Logan

Summary: Virgil is getting ready to move into his college dorm… and out of the house he’s called home for the past few years. There are emotions about this fact.

Notes: A lot of crying (not in this chapter) because baby™ is going off to college.

This takes place after my story Sometimes Labels Fail.

Part 1 Part 2

“You’d swear we were transporting nuclear weaponry,” Virgil muttered out of the side of his mouth.

“He gets nervous,” Patton said, looking at Logan with an expression so fond it was gross. “It’s his way to show love.”

Logan was currently running through his list one last time while peering into the back of the SUV. He had a clipboard and everything.

“We should get him a little hat,” Virgil suggested.

“A hat?” Patton asked.

“An orange one that looks official except it says something silly like ‘Bullshit inspector.’”

Patton giggled, bumping their shoulder together where they sat on the front step. Despite being willing to lightly make fun of Logan with him, he was also showing his distress about Virgil moving out via being clingy. He’d sidled up to Virgil to watch the organizational circus and was currently gripping both of his hands.

Virgil glanced at his watch. “At least he has a time limit,” he said. They were set to leave at exactly 7:05am according to the schedule Logan had handed out the other day.

“Mhmm,” Patton agreed, hugging him. Patton was already a bit teary eyed. This was going to be a long day.

Finally, after a few more minutes, Logan closed the trunk of the car for the last time.

“Alright,” he said. “Ready to go?”

“We’ve been ready for an hour, Dad,” Virgil said.

“Good,” Logan said without a blink. “It’s best to be prepared on important days.”

Virgil just rolled his eyes and got in the car.

It wasn’t that long of a drive, though it was a bit longer than it usually would be considering there were a lot more cars due to it being the freshman move in day. They pulled into the line of cars already forming outside the dorm.

Virgil was surprised by the efficiency of what was going on outside. He’d always thought move-in would be a clusterfuck, but he half wondered if someone had asked Logan to organize the move-in days years ago. People in bright yellow shirts, directed them to pull the car into a spot close to the door and already had a cart waiting to load his bags onto. Patton and Virgil unloaded the car quickly and then one of the yellow shirt’s instructed Logan to park in a designated area while Patton and Virgil headed inside. Logan’s car was almost instantly replaced once he pulled away.

A girl with the same yellow shirt and a clipboard told him to get his keys from his RAs who would be waiting on his floor. Then, they were ushered straight to the elevators with another family. They were going to the 12th floor while Virgil and Patton were going to the 7th.

Once on the correct floor, Virgil found his RA in the student lounge. He was a junior boy a couple of inches taller than Logan named Matt. By the time he’d been given his key, a little postcard of first week activities that mostly started that evening, and a spiel about making sure to attend the floor activity that night once everyone was moved in where they’d sign ‘contracts’ with their roommates, Logan was already back from parking the car.

Things went… surprisingly quickly after that. Well, maybe it shouldn’t have felt surprising since Logan had basically invented the most efficient algorithm for this day, but… They’d pretty much gotten everything unpacked and put up how Virgil wanted it within a couple of hours. Patton had insisted on making Virgil’s bed for him (despite this being difficult as Virgil had decided to loft his bed) and had topped it with the quilt he’d made him.

His new roommate, Jeremy, had arrived only about 15 minutes after Virgil, but his family seemed a whole lot less efficient, so it’d probably take them a lot longer to get everything put away.

“So…” Virgil eventually said when it was clear there really wasn’t anything more for them to do in the room but get in the way. “Er…um.”

“Why don’t we go grab lunch,” Logan suggested, and Virgil felt something loosen in his chest at that.

“Nachos?” Virgil asked.

Logan sighed. “McElroy's is going to be so busy today,” he bemoaned, “but fine. We can walk to the union.”

Logan was right, of course. The line in the restaurant was almost outside its doors, and it had just opened. However, it was only going to get worse according to Logan. They were lucky to get a table even then.

Virgil must have made some sort of expression when the food was set down in front of him, because Patton fondly said, “You and your nachos.”

“They’re the only reason I’m going to university,” Virgil declared, pointing one of said cheese and beef covered chips at him before popping it in his mouth.

Patton laughed and Logan rolled his eyes, and for the rest of the meal it just felt like they were having a normal family meal at a restaurant. (Well, other than the line that was growing larger and larger a few feet away until it eventually spilled out into the student union.)

They managed to escape the student union just as it started to get busier and busier with people desperately trying to snag lunch, get their student IDs last minute, and pick up their textbooks from the giftshop.

“You know where my office is from here?” Logan asked when they were standing outside the door to the dorm once again.

Virgil rolled his eyes with a smile. “Yes, Logan. I’ve spent 3 entire summers on this campus.”

“Right,” Logan said, “Yes, of course, I…” He trailed off for a moment and Virgil’s eyes widened.

“Are you crying?” he asked, horrified. “You can’t! If you cry, I’ll definitely cry, and I have a roommate and a bunch of other freshmen to empress with my emo image.”

Logan just shook his head at him, lips pursed and tears on his cheeks and pulled him into a tight hug. Virgil saw Patton over Logan’s shoulder who was not crying for once; he seemed too amused to cry at the moment. Patton smiled at Virgil and Virgil shoved his face into Logan’s chest, trying to wipe off his own tears before they fucked up his face.

He felt Patton’s arms wrap around the both of them. A kiss was pressed to the side of Virgil’s head and then to Logan’s.

“You’re both ruining my image on my first day,” Virgil said through tears and hugging Logan tighter.

“I’m ruining my own image too,” Logan said into his hair. “I can see a group of sophomores that were my students last year looking at us.”

Virgil laughed and reluctantly pulled himself away. “Thank you,” he said softly. He wasn’t just talking about helping him move in today.

“We’ll be right across town anytime you need anything,” Patton promised, gently pulling Logan away. “Now go have fun. I hear they’re having a cookout on the quad tonight for new students. Make sure to snag yourself a hamburger.”

“I will,” Virgil said. “I love you both.”

“We love you too,” said Patton and Logan nodded because he was still too busy crying.

And with that, Virgil managed to make himself turn away and walk into his new home.

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