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scotianostra · 8 months

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Thomas Sean Connery, born in the Fountainbridge area of Edinburgh on 25th August, 1930.

Big Tam, as he was affectionately known around Fountainbridge in his youth, he was Tommy until his teens, when he shot up in height and stature, at one point he entered a bodybuilding contest, he was 6'2″ at the time, weighed around 14 stone, had a 48-inch chest, 25-inch thigh, and his arms were 15.25 inches.

His first job was as a milkman with the St Cuthbert’s Co-Operative Society in Edinburgh. I would think he would have delivered the milk on a horse drawn carriage, the stables for these horses was in the are he grew up, were in Grove Street, where I used to live the main offices for St Cuthbert’s still stands round the corner on Fountainbridge.

Connery also played football at junior level for Bonnyrigg Rose, my cousin played for them too for several years.

A few more facts about Sean are he has a tattoo on his arm that state “Scotland Forever” he got when he enrolled in the Merchant Navy, he was discharged from that job due to stomach ulcers, between jobs he was a nude model for art students at Edinburgh College of art, again not to far from Fountainbridge. Other jobs he took up were, a lorry driver, a lifeguard at Portobello swimming baths,a labourer and a coffin polisher!

I think it is interesting Connery never strayed far from Fountainbridge in his younger days, indeed when he decided that acting was a career he was going to pursue, it was the nearby Kings Theatre he got a job helping backstage, he was also competing in bodybuilding competitions at this time and while at an event in London he learned that there were auditions being held for South Pacific, he was picked to appear on the chorus line but as the production toured the country he was making his way up the ladder.

By the time it hit Edinburgh he had the part of Marine Cpl Hamilton Steeves and was understudying two of the juvenile leads, and his salary was raised from £12 to £14–10s a week, when the production was reprised the following year he had the lead role on the tour, taking over from the actor Larry Hagman, who played the part in London’s West End.

Connery never looked back from there and of course the role of James Bond catapulted him to international stardom, Ian Fleming though was against him getting the part initially, he said Sean was “unrefined” and not what he had in mind, Sean soon won him over though and Fleming later admitted he was an “ideal” Bond.

A few of the parts Sean either didn’t get or turned down are Gandalf, in the Lord of the Rings series of films, he said he never understood the books and also wasn’t keen on 18 months of filming in New Zealand. He also turned down the chance to play the role of the Architect in The Matrix Reloaded and The Matrix Revolutions. Sean was asked to portray King Edward I in Braveheart, but was too busy working on Another film at the time, Patrick McGoohan took the role instead, I’m sort of glad he never played Longshanks.

His 93rd and last film was 2003’s The League of Extraordinary Gentleman - although he officially retired in 2006, although he was temporarily tempted back to do the voice of Sir Billi in the animated adventure comedy of the same name.

Sir Sean Connery passed away in his sleep on 31st October 2020 at his home in the Bahamas, his son said he had been unwell for some time. The official cause of death was pneumonia, heart failure and old age, his death certificate revealed.

In a career spanning over 50 years, Connery earned an Academy Award, multiple Golden Globes, including the Cecil B. DeMille and Henrietta Awards, as well as two British Academy Film Awards (BAFTA) awards.

#scotland #scottish #history #actor #milkman #footballer #edinburgh #theatre #cinema

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tomorrowusa · 8 months

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Donald Trump picked a bad state to meddle in an election.

Perhaps Trump thought he could could get a pardon, if convicted, from a GOP governor in Georgia. But thanks to reforms enacted as a result of a Depression era scandal, the governor is only very indirectly involved in the pardons process.

[G]etting a pardon in Georgia is not just a matter of persuading a governor to grant clemency. People convicted of state crimes are eligible to apply for pardons only five years after they have started serving their sentences. Even then, it not the governor who decides but the State Board of Pardons and Paroles. And while criminals can ask the parole board to commute sentences right away, the board “will consider a commutation of a sentence imposed in other than death cases only when substantial evidence is submitted” showing “that the sentence is either excessive, illegal, unconstitutional or void” and that “such action would be in the best interests of society and the inmate.” The board’s five members are appointed by the governor to seven-year terms, an effort to insulate them from political pressure.

So if convicted under Georgia law, Trump is toast.

Here's why the governor has no power over pardons except to appoint the parole board.

Georgia set up its restrictive system after Gov. Eurith D. “Ed” Rivers was implicated in a cash-for-pardons scandal in the 1930s. Time magazine reported in 1941 that the governor’s chauffeur “frequently went to prison camps of Fulton County with pardons already signed and asked to see prisoners.” While charges were eventually dropped after Mr. Rivers was acquitted once and had two mistrials, a new pardon system was created in the wake of the scandal.

Trump will probably try to move the trial to a federal court.

Could Donald Trump’s Georgia case be moved to federal court? He has that right

With all of Trump's legal troubles, you would think he'd pay his lawyers. But even after raising a quarter of a billion dollars from his loser followers, he is stiffing his lawyers.

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Regardless, Trump and his co-conspirators have until midday August 25th to turn themselves in at the Fulton County Jail in Georgia for booking.

Sheriff: Trump and co-defendants will be booked at Fulton County jail

Keep in mind, defendants can turn themselves in at any time. The jail is open 24/7.

#donald trump #georgia #election meddling #trump's indictments #trump's legal problems #trump stiffs his lawyers #pardons are hard to get in georgia #fulton county jail #lock him up!#gop presidential nomination #election 2024 #Youtube

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ultimate-007 · 2 years

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Remembering the legend that is Sean Connery on what would have been his 92nd birthday.

SEAN CONNERY 25th August 1930 - 31st October 2020

#sean connery #dr no #james bond #007

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people-are-strange-87 · 1 year

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The Many Loves of The Lost Boys

Solntse

Born 12th September, 1499 in Kemerovo, Russia

Betrothed to Dwayne on 18th December, 1507. Married 18th December, 1987.

Adoptive mother of Laddie (20/06/1976).

Miscarried their son on 8th June, 1986. He would have been named Aleksandru or Podárok.

Emiline of Leuchtenberg

Born 25th October, 1864 in Amberg, Germany.

Engaged to David on 9th May, 1882.

Died 13th August, 1884 in Osnabrück, Germany.

She was twenty weeks pregnant at the time of her death.

Elena

Born 4th February, 1499 in Ukhta, Russia.

Married Dwayne on 3rd April, 1900.

Mother of Radomil (04/10/1906-17/06/1975) and Mislav (14/06/1925-17/06/1975).

Died on 17th June, 1975 in Ukhta, Russia.

Tomila

Born 1st April, 1498 in Ukhta, Russia.

Married Dwayne on 17th March, 1930.

Mother of Yaroslav (10/08/1932-17/06/1975).

Died on 17th June, 1975 in Ukhta, Russia.

Radoslava

Born 8th February, 1500 in Ukhta, Russia.

Married Dwayne on 27th September, 1890.

Mother of Aleksandru (15/05/1894-17/06/1975), Velimir (11/05/1931-17/06/1975), Nikola (15/07/1966-17/06/1975), Oliga (15/03/1975-17/06/1975).

Died on 17th June, 1975 in Ukhta, Russia.

Blazh

Born 13th October, 1496 in Ukhta, Russia.

Married Dwayne on 19th April, 1807.

Died on 17th June, 1975 in Ukhta, Russia.

Bonnie Emerson

Born 21st August, 1964 in Santa Carla, California.

Dating Paul since 9th January, 1986.

Michael's cousin.

Dominique Lambert

Born 3rd April, 1955 in Toulon, France.

The mate of Marko, Paul, David, Dwayne, Michael (Met them in that order).

Sigrid Bakken

Born 23rd August, 1968 in Trondheim, Norway.

Dating Michael from 8th November, 1984 to 23rd January, 1985.

Dating Star and Paul from 27th October, 1986.

Dahlia Emerson

Born 28th October, 1964

Mother of Jean Emerson-Norman (29/12/1987)

Dating Marko since 28th July, 1987

Dorotea Emerson

Born 30th July, 1968

Dating Marko since 11th August, 1986

Mother of Luca Thompson (12/02/1988)

Grace Schwarz

Born 15th November, 2002 in Santa Carla, California

Marko's mate

Dating Marko since 1st July, 2020

Anastasia Yakivna Terekhova

Born 6th January, 1999 in Lviv, Ukraine

Paul and Dwayne's mate

Dating Paul since 4th March, 2019

Dating Dwayne since 21st November, 2017

Abigail Huxtable

Born 5th April, 2001 in Norfolk, England

Michael and David's mate

Dating Michael since 11th May, 2020

Dating David since 3rd November, 2019

#the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #paul the lost boys #david the lost boys #marko the lost boys #laddie the lost boys #tlb 1987 #lost boys 1987 #the lost boys 1987 #michael the lost boys #star the lost boys

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questioned-quetzalcoatl · 1 year

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Common Ground - Part 1

Rating: K

Pairing: Wales/Tonga, New Zealand/Australia (Minor)

Characters: Various

Summary: A Commonwealth meeting calls for members from around the globe to meet all in one cramped up building, at least that's what Kainga’s impressions were when arriving in London, England. Veining politeness to their fellow commonwealth nations has always been a bit of a problem, until they unexpectedly meet a rugged Welshman with a drinking problem.

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AN: Well, looks like I’m stuck in Historical Hetalia now- I was never really a history lover until I started exploring some of Tongan/British history. Now I’m kinda interested? Bonkers I know. So this dates around 1930’s time, after the First World War. I wanted to write some more on WalesTonga, how they met ect. Also practice with my expanded list of writing more characters, hope u like! (If there are any historical mistakes or inconsistencies, I do apologize.)

Trying a different writing style too!!! Let me know how it is! <33

Kent, England 25th August, 1931, One year after the Commonwealth of Nations was founded.

In this particular spot, there was no discernable speck of civilization. And it was raining.

They hadn’t even taken their first real step off of the train from Paris, and already up to their ankles in mud. Thanking the circumstances that they’d packed extra shoes and stockings, or the poor chap next to them was certainly in for it. Adjusting to their surroundings, just to find out they weren’t in London at all. The countryside around them was fairly pleasant, they always loved the countryside, certainly one of their favorite places to be. Rolling hills in riotous green where small white dots of sheep grazed, soggy and bleating in annoyance. Kainga wished they could join them in their protestations. Sheep were their favorite part of the countryside.

They took a step, prying their foot from the sucking mud. They nearly left a shoe behind, and was shocked when their foot landed not in another puddle of squelching mud but on something hard. They looked down. They had been deposited on some sort of track, two parallel iron bars driven into the ground connected by perpendicular wooden boards beside the mud track they were set upon. A letter from Mr. England had proposed they were to catch some sort of carriage to London, they’d never doubted the Englishman before, however they couldn’t help being skeptical that he’d dropped them in the middle of nowhere. That couldn’t be it, perhaps somewhere down this trail someone was waiting to pick them up. So they started down the countryside path, the rain turned to a very English drizzle, wind whisping in the trees around them.

It was so peaceful, the gentle hills of evergreen pastures where the fluffy white sheep chewed on knife edged grass that only parted and ceased on the snakey rutted path Kainga was on. It really reminded them of home, brushing their fingers along the wool of a sheep near the path, it bleated in a friendly manner at them. Their peace disturbed just a moment later, an ear splitting whistle startled them so badly they nearly tripped over as the sheep scampered away back to the hills. They looked up, something was barreling along the side of the track. The rain spat and fizzed off its metal siding as it let out another shriek, it was a train.

They only realized it as it chugged past them, pistons pushing the wheels along the track, if there was a train coming towards them then that must mean some town or village lay ahead. At least someone to show them the way to London. The Steam train driver shouted something from his perch in the engine, something that Kainga was certain was an obscenity as they were dangerously close to the train tracks beside them. Kainga watched the train pass, the first few cars lined with windows behind that Kainga could make out the dim, crouched shapes of people within them. The back half of the train was black windowless cars. Luckily the train's wheels hadn’t made too much of a mess but mud still splattered up to their knees, letting out a distasteful grumble in return. Remembering England’s letter in their pockets, they quickly went rummaging around for it, some sort of instinct they had to not get it soaking with either the mud or the rain.

Much to their disappointment, as if they were expecting something else to be written on the letter that wasn’t the exact same thing they’d read on it since they first opened it.

Nothing but a vague direction to a town called Chilham, Kent. Wherever that was. They supposed that’s where they’d be meeting their ride to London, they also supposed that England had thought there was going to be signs. Perhaps if it wasn’t for that train they’d be well and truly lost on that dirt path that led to nowhere, with that they followed the train tracks up the hill, praying that it was the right direction.

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“Well, that took longer than it needed to.” They couldn’t help but remark at the sign in front of them that read;

CHILHAM

Now all was left to do was find who on earth was picking them up. Hoping it wasn’t someone fashionable, they’d have to walk up to them in mud splattered white stockings that weren’t very white anymore. The last thing they looked like was presentable, covering it up with their coat and trying to ignore it as they walked through the quiet village.

Chilham was a village of what could only be described as architectural marvels, a small town hidden away within the English countryside with stone paved roads and old white buildings lining each curb, some made of brick adorned with dark brown rooftops of tile and chimneys. Flowers of all variation against the green of the bushes and leaves that nooked into window sills as they walked by the Woolpack Pub. Buildings stamped along and clustered around the large square where there were a couple of quaint tea rooms and the entrance to Chilham castle. All looked over by the grand St. Mary church to their behind.

However much the Tongan would have loved to sight see the beautiful little town, they spotted the carriage Mr. England had described to them. It looked almost royal, that had to be it, no matter how tempted they were to visit the farm shop nearby to collect some memorabilia from this place.

The carriage was horse drawn, wheels that looked like they rumbled across the stone roads, suspended on the axles or chassis by leather straps. Genteel as it all was, the chariot and its steed seemed to be lacking only a driver. They turned to scan the small crowd back in the village square for anyone who might resemble a Charioteer within them. Even going to trail around to peek around corners and brick alleyways, they couldn’t see anyone and was too socially anxious to ask around, deciding their last option was just to put their bags in the carriage and wait.

Its handle looked like that of a door knocker, being in England they’d already seen their share, a few of them blazing on front doors of houses that lined the wet brick roads and pitched black fences to section off each property. This handle was gold plated with an antique texture that formed a lion's head. In its mouth was a brass ring also in the color of gold, the whole thing looked very well polished against the deep red wood of the door and its similarly golden resplendent structures around it. They took the ring and knocked it against the wood, testing the waters to see if there was someone already inside. Expecting some fellow nation who was also hitching a ride.

Upon no answer, Kainga took it upon themselves to open the door.

Heaving their bags up onto the first levitating step of the carriage, quickly flicking their head over to check that the horse wasn’t bothered by this very wrong feeling activity. Much to their luck, the carthorse wasn’t kicking up a fuss and seemed to be rather content with nibbling on the grass of a nearby lawn instead. That at least gave them a little hope with the gentle swing of its tail.

Opening the door was a whole other situation, it seemed locked yet it felt like there was some weight leaning against it, becoming a direct opposing force to Kainga who was trying to open it from the other end. Whatever it was, it was heavy enough to push the door and swing it open suddenly, sending Kainga back off the step and onto the sidewalk with a thud, their luggage crashing beside them.

Letting out a squeak once they came back to their senses, only to find a half drunken half hung-over man sprawled over the step and ground, his legs still in the carriage. Indicating that he must’ve been slumped against the door, he let out a loud long groan, the bubbles of the alcohol practically popping off of him and somehow he’d managed to get his suit both the wrong way round and inside-out. What concerned them the most, the drunken Welshman wasn’t moving. Worried nonetheless, as they always tended to do, Kainga knelt down to try and shake the man awake. When that didn’t seem to work, they tried gently slapping at his face and trying to ignore the urge to pour the rest of that liquor bottle he was drinking straight from over his face. That would surely wake him.

When they did, he was not impressed. Kainga however was at least slightly amused.

“D-do you know how expensive that stuff is?” He growled, grabbing the now empty bottle and staggering to his feet, having to lean on the carriage for balance. Wiping his face, he somehow completely missed and Kainga rolled their eyes, just handing him a handkerchief instead.

“No, I do not,” They remarked. “You can inform me how expensive it was on the way to London. I’ll do you one better, do you know you’re supposed to be taking me there and yet you’ve decided to drink on the job?”

“Yer took too long.” He grumbled and kept wiping his face before wiping his nose across his sleeve. Kainga felt a little sick at that.

“Yes, I might’ve taken too long, but we’ll be even longer if you don’t take me to London now.” They huffed and opened the carriage door to put their bags in. “Everyone’s probably wondering where on earth I am! Drunk, hung-over or both, I need to get to London and you have to take me.”

“M’ not drunk.” He watched the Tongan pack their things away. “Hun’ over. Took a nap then drank again. Hey you’re not actually expecting me to drive hours to London in this state are yer? It’s a good…two hours.”

“Well that gives us plenty of time doesn’t it?” They replied with annoyance glazing their voice, soft like icing on a cupcake. “If you don’t take me there now, I’ll inform Mr.England of your drinking on the job.”

“Yer wouldn't-”

“You underestimate me, Welshie. I need to get to London and you appear to be the only sorry soul with a horse and carriage to help me.” They folded a soft woolen sweater from their bag and handed it to him. “I heard it’s cold this time of year as well.”

The Welshman gave him a strange look, one that overstayed its welcome as Kainga shoved the sweater into his chest after waiting for too long. “Gaping is not allowed either.”

“Alright, can I at least get your name? If I am going to be taking you to London at least I’ll know who owes me money afterwards.”

Kainga pondered for a bit almost as if they were stalling or even confused on their own name, it wasn’t that at all. In fact, it was more of which name to actually use. Though depending on who they were speaking to, he most likely only knew them by their English name given to them. Just to throw him off, they responded, “The Kingdom of Tonga. You?”

“I’m aware, got anythin’ simpler?”

“Tonga.”

“I meant an actual human name, fleecy.”

Kainga’s cheeks pinkened deeply at the nickname, though even they were unsure of their own reaction to that. Embarrassment? They were rather fond of that name, but they shook it off. “Um- Lynley, Lynley Wellesley.”

In their eyes, their English name could be worse. Mr England had in fact put a bit of thought into it and it was rather charming but not something they were willing to keep for long. Lynley derived from the word ‘meadow’ and Wellesley after the Wesleyan religion and priests that had been brought to Tonga upon European arrival. Many churches of methodist denominations had been set up and still being built, most of their people had already converted due to the missionaries. Even after all that, they still preferred their native name of Kainga Tukuafu more, wishing not so many nations knew them as Lynley.

The Welshman nodded, not exactly approvingly, just to let them know he’d understood. “Lynley…oh yes I’ve heard of you. You seem to be Arthur's only sensible colony.”

“It’s good to know my reputation isn’t something other than that.” They smiled, stepping up onto the platform of the cart. “May I get your name in return or should I just forever know you as the stinky drunk Welshman?”

His eyes widened and almost instinctively went to sniff his armpits to check if he did smell or not. Kainga held their disgust within a raise of their eyebrows and a slight paling of their face. “I don’t smell.” He started off again, his voice deep yet rickety like old wooden floorboards. “Wales, Southwest of England, Great Britain. I’m Owain Marc.” He surprisingly took off his hat to them, more of a fancy cap than anything.

“Are you not a Kirkland? Mr England’s brother.”

“Yes, but personally I prefer not to be known as a Kirkland. Don’t sit right.”

“But why if-” The door closed on Kainga before they could get their words out cohesively. “Excuse me?!” They yelled and peered out of the front slot of the carriage. “What on earth was that for?”

“Save that blabber for explaining to Arthur why you’re late to his meeting.” Owain replied, opening a metal flask that was kept in his discarded coat pocket, full of whiskey or rum nonetheless. Surely it was impossible to get drunk while you’re hungover?! Kainga was bemused at all of this. More so at the fact it was later just chucked to the side as he mounted the driver's seat of the carriage.

“Are you not even going to pick that up?!”

The slot in front of them closed over quickly.

#fic: common ground #hetalia #aph tonga #aph wales #walestonga #walesxtonga #aph #hws tonga #hws wales #fanfic #fanfiction #my fic

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stargazers-telescopes · 2 years

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a/n: Soooo this is a little story I wrote awhile back. and its my first post! its not an actual story in terms of format, its an exchange of letters between a couple during the second world war that tells a story. I hope you enjoy reading it!

oh and if you pay attention to the dates, it might be a little more interesting :p

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1930, August 12th

Dear Michael,

I hope you reached your posting. I started writing this letter as soon as you left. I am a little sad that you had to go right after our wedding, but my darling, I'm so proud that you are serving our great country. I shall keep writing you letters. Martha, our neighbor keeps trying to gossip about Mary, that poor girl. She's been through so much, what with the war. I hope you are keeping well. Stay safe.

Lots of love,

Elizabeth

1930, August 25th,

Dear Elizabeth,

I was glad to receive your letter. We haven't been on the ground. They're going to train us for a few weeks before we are shifted to the frontier. I fear after that, it might be a little difficult to write to you. I shall try my best to not get hit. I wish I were at home with you in London.

I would advise you to stay away from that Martha. That woman doesn't sound like she's up to any good. I'm missing our mundane chores like grocery shopping. And I'm missing your perfume. All the men here reek. I'm staying alive for you, my love.

Lots of love,

Michael

1930, September 3rd

Dear Michael,

I miss you so much already. I believe the last time I spent so much time away from you was in our last summer break in Oxford. Can you believe that? It feels like ages ago! I miss the dances we had.

I had a tiff with Martha over pickles… Can you believe that? Her face became as red as a tomato when I disagreed with her. It became as red as that ugly plaid shirt you love to wear. The joke, however, is on me as I find myself often wearing that shirt to sleep at night. I miss you. Stay safe.

Lots of love,

Elizabeth

1930, November 2nd

Dear Elizabeth,

Our neighbor sounds like a dream compared to this place. I am not allowed to disclose my location but I can tell you that I'm missing you madly.

The other night I dreamt I was back at home in our house and I was simply reading the paper. You were reading one of those insipid magazines, but I woke up feeling the happiest I've been since being posted here. You'll find as the letters come along I'm going to get sappier. Unfortunately, my love, you're just going to have to bear with it.

Staying alive,

Lots of love,

Michael

1930, December 15th

Dear Michael,

I can't tell you how glad I was to receive you letter. I hadn't gotten a reply from you for two months and as time flew by, I've been getting worried. I miss you so much.

A couple of days ago I saw this old couple walking their dog in a park. It reminded me of the time you mentioned you wanted a terrier after we got married. I'm waiting for you to come home so that we can visit a pet store.

Christmas is coming soon. I'm going to miss you. I remember our first kiss under the mistletoe at oxford. I put up all the decorations in our house in memory of that. I don't know when you might receive this letter, so, Merry Christmas Darling! Stay safe.

Lots of love,

Elizabeth

1931, February 2nd

Dear Michael,

I've heard stories of letters getting muddled in the mail. I'm hoping that's what your lack of communication meant. So I'm writing to you again. I miss you so, so much.

I found an album of songs we used to play in college. I listen to it everyday. The other night I went out for a walk. There were fireflies, just like the night you proposed to me. Everything reminds me of you.

Please come home safe and sound. I want nothing more. Stay safe

Lots of love,

Elizabeth

1931, April 14th

Dear Michael,

Please be safe. I pray for you everyday. I miss you so much. I hope you receive my letters, if I don't receive yours. Sometimes soldiers have trouble sending their letters. It's what I'm hoping for.

I've done up the yard. They're flowers growing. And sweet peas because I know how you like them. I'm still wearing your shirt. Stay safe.

Lots of love,

Elizabeth

1931, June 23rd

To Elizabeth Michael Waters stop

We regret to inform you that your husband has been reported Killed In Action stop

Due compensation shall be provided soon stop

1931, July 10th

Dear Michael,

I don't know what to say. Writing to you gives me comfort, even though you're no longer here. But I feel this could be my goodbye to you.

I wrote your eulogy. I thought you might want to hear it. It's enclosed with this letter.

Micheal, you have been my friend, my guide and my soulmate, since we were young and even today. I believe you have heard this enough times: I'm going to miss you. I shall carry you in my heart every step of the way.

Your love for music and dancing. Your peculiar habit of pencil tapping. Your smiles and laughter, your damn red shirt. I plan to cherish them all.

Whatever time we spent together, though short, were the happiest moments of my life. I'm grateful for knowing and loving a person as pure as you. I shall forever treasure these memories, of school, college and our wedding. Such a perfect day, much like this one. I can practically feel your presence like you will walk in here and we will go home hand in hand. But it is time to say goodbye. I love you

Your wife,

Elizabeth

1950, March 3rd

Dear Michael,

I adopted a terrier. I named him Michael, after you. I just thought you would like to know. I met this gentleman who lost his wife. She was a nurse in the army. They were bombed in the field.

We are living together, two people grieving the loss of their spouses. We have a great friendship and understanding. It felt like a betrayal living with another, so I thought I might let you know. Wherever you are in heaven, I hope you're looking down on me. God, I miss you everyday.

Lots of love,

Your wife,

Elizabeth

1983, December 4th,

Dear Michael,

I am sick. I fear I haven't much time left. But the thought of meeting you compels me to write this letter, my last one to you. The next time I talk to you I hope it will be in another world. I've missed you everyday here. I thought you would like to know how the music has changed. You would have liked what the youngsters listen to these days.

Hoping to see you soon.

Lots of love,

Your wife,

Elizabeth

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lboogie1906 · 2 months

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Lieutenant George Samuel Schuyler (February 25, 1895 – August 31, 1977) a conservative columnist, was born in Providence, Rhode Island to George Francis and Eliza Jane Schuyler. Upon his father’s death in 1898, he and his mother moved to Syracuse. In 1912, he enlisted in the Army, serving in the all-Black 25th US Infantry. Despite his status as an officer, he went AWOL in 1918 in response to the systemic racism he experienced in the Army. He was captured in Chicago and imprisoned for nine months for desertion.

He worked odd jobs in New York, joining the Socialist Party of America and the Friends of Negro Freedom. He submitted articles and editorials to Messenger magazine. He wrote a regular column for The Messenger, entitled “Shafts and Darts: A Page of Calumny and Satire.” By 1924 he was writing a weekly column for The Pittsburgh Courier, one of the two largest African American newspapers in the US at the time.

Throughout the 1920s and early 1930s, he continued to provide a more conservative and critical view of the Harlem Renaissance. He remained a member of prominent civil rights organizations including the NAACP. In 1937, he was named the business manager for the NAACP and remained in that post until 1944.

In the early 1950s during the investigations led by Senator Joseph McCarthy, his political views shifted from moderate to extreme conservatism. By the 1960s he criticized and condemned social activists such as W.E.B. DuBois, Malcolm X, and even Martin Luther King Jr. in journals such as the arch-conservative John Birch Society’s American Opinion.

His conservative opinions cost him his job at The Pittsburgh Courier, as many readers threatened to cancel their subscriptions in protest to his columns. He published his autobiography, Black and Conservative in 1966, but he never attained the popularity he had in the 1920s or 1930s. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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wikiuntamed · 8 months

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Five steps of Wikipedia for Friday, 25th August 2023

Welcome, Välkommen, 你好, Benvenuto 🤗 Five steps of Wikipedia from "Yeonil No clan" to "Allah Lanjutkan Usia Sultan". 🪜👣

Start page 👣🏁: Yeonil No clan "Yeonil No clan (Korean: 연일 노씨; Hanja: 延日盧氏) was one of the Korean clans. Their Bon-gwan was in Pohang, North Gyeongsang Province. Their founder was No Gyeong ryeong who was dispatched to Silla when he was a Hanlin Academy in Tang dynasty. He was a son of No Jeung (Hanja: 盧增). No Jeung (Hanja: 盧增)..."

Step 1️⃣ 👣: Korea "Korea (Korean: 한국, Hanguk or 조선, Joseon) is a peninsular region in East Asia. Since 1945, it has been divided at or near the 38th parallel, with North Korea (Democratic People's Republic of Korea) comprising its northern half and South Korea (Republic of Korea) comprising its southern half. Korea..."

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Step 2️⃣ 👣: Aegukga ""Aegukga" (Korean: 애국가; Hanja: 愛國歌; pronounced [ɛːɡuk͈ːa]; lit. "Patriotic Song"), often translated as "The Patriotic Song", is the national anthem of the Republic of Korea. It was adopted in 1948, the year the country was founded. Its music was composed in the 1930s and arranged most recently in..."

Image by Ahn Eaktay (music), Yun Chi-ho or Ahn Changho (lyrics)

Step 3️⃣ 👣: Allah Peliharakan Sultan ""Allah Peliharakan Sultan" (Jawi: الله ڤليهاراكن سلطان‎; "God Bless the Sultan") is the national anthem of Brunei Darussalam. The anthem is sung in Malay, the national language of the country. It was written by Pengiran Haji Mohamed Yusuf bin Pengiran Abdul Rahim (later bestowed with the title Yang..."

Step 4️⃣ 👣: Allah Selamatkan Sultan Mahkota ""Allah Selamatkan Sultan Mahkota" (pronounced [allah səlamat sultan mahkota]) is the state anthem of Kedah, Malaysia. The lyrics were written by Almarhum Abdullah Syed Hussain Shahabuddin and it was composed by J. A. Redhill (Reutenberg). It was officially adopted on 22 March 1937...."

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Step 5️⃣ 👣: Allah Lanjutkan Usia Sultan ""Allah Lanjutkan Usia Sultan" (pronounced [allah landʒutkan usia sultan]; "God Lengthen the Sultan's Age") is the state anthem of Perak, Malaysia. The tune was originally that of 'La Rosalie', a popular song in Seychelles during the 19th century, originally written by French composer Pierre Jean de..."

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oc-tingz · 10 months

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Brian: mid-century mistakes.

In June of 1951, Brian Deaghan travelled to Jamaica for his friend’s wedding. After meeting and sleeping with a young waitress named Helena Griffin (1932-2020), Brian extended his trip to the end of August. Before he left, they had exchanged contact information.

Unbeknownst to him, Helena had fallen pregnant. On March 28th 1952, Felix Leroy Deegan was born in Kingston, Jamaica. He’s the only one of his paternal siblings with his surname misspelled.

In the meantime, Brian had fallen in love with an old friend named Bridget Hallisey (1930-), who had a daughter named Moira Hallisey. They got married in 1955, a year after their first son Patrick “Paddy” Deaghan was born. Followed by Philip in 1960 and Holly in 1965.

Brian died in 2015 of alcohol poisoning.

Felix: ‘temporary’ guest.

Due to familial conflict in the late fifties, Helena sent her son to live with his father is Bray, Co. Wicklow, in early 1960. Felix was eight years old at the time, and, having grown up in Kingston, there was a lot for him to get used to. What was supposed to be a two-year stay lasted for the rest of his life.

In 1964, Felix met an Irish-Japanese girl named Avaline Hatsuko “Beauty” O’Neil (1952–). They bonded over their shared love of science, ideas of futuristic technology, and feeling isolated from others. Felix is his father’s only Black child, and Aveline is the only girl in her family of eight children (her sisters are 10 and 12 years younger than her, respectively). They started ‘going steady’ together in 1966.

On June 4th 1968, at the ages of sixteen and fifteen (Aveline’s birthday is October 22nd), they had their first child together: a girl whom they named Cynthia Deegan. Aveline dropped out of secondary school, while Felix studied computer science in England from 1970 to 1974. They got married on September 9th, 1975.

The family moved from Co. Wicklow to the Rahoon Flats in Galway City shortly after they got married. From there they relocated to Oranmore, Co. Galway in 1984.

Their son Joshua was born on November 24th, 1973. Trevor Harley and Francine were born on August 5th, 1976. Eoin Baiste “Johnny” on April 13th, 1986. And finally, Sheila “Bobby” on July 25th, 1990.

#the deegans #historical fiction #historical oc #oc #oc family #ocs #fourth gen deegans #fifth gen deegans #two for one

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rjdavies · 1 year

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Chinese New Year Animal - The Horse

Year of the Horse … is this your animal? The Horse is a Fire branch, and is yang.

Years: 1918, 1930, 1942, 1954, 1966, 1978, 1990, 2002, 2014, 2026, 2038

Chinese: 马年 (Mǎ nián ‘Horse year’)

Year/Date/Element:

2038 - Feb. 4, 2038 - Jan. 23, 2039 - Earth Horse

2026 - Feb. 7, 2026 - Feb. 5, 2027 - Fire Horse

2014 - Jan. 31, 2014 - Feb. 18, 2015 - Wood Horse

2002 - Feb. 12, 2002 - Feb. 18, 2003 - Water Horse

1990 - Jan. 27, 1990 - Feb. 14, 1991 - Metal (Gold) Horse

1978 - Feb. 7, 1978 - Jan 27, 1979 - Earth Horse

1966 - Jan. 21, 1966 - Feb. 8, 1967 - Fire Horse

1954 - Feb. 4, 1954 - Jan. 23, 1955 - Wood Horse

1942 - Feb. 15, 1942 - Feb. 4, 1943 - Water Horse

1930 - Jan. 30, 1930 - Feb. 16, 1931 - Metal (Gold) Horse

Personality: Horses are extremely animated, active and energetic. Horses love to be in a crowd, and they can usually be seen on such occasions as concerts, theater performances, meetings, sporting events, and parties. With a deft sense of humor, Horses are masters of repartee. They love to take center stage and delight audiences everywhere

Personality in relation to their element:

Wood Horse: Irritable, sentimental, an abundant imagination, insightful analyses of issues

Fire Horse: Smart, charismatic, lively, overflowing with enthusiasm, stubborn

Earth Horse: Optimistic, kind-hearted, righteous, a strong sense of responsibility, always ready to help others.

Metal (Gold) Horse: Kind, straightforward, calm, rational, always ready to help others, popular among friends

Water Horse: Sentimental, irritable, reliable, amicable, always ready to help others, charming for friends and the opposite sex.

Compatible Zodiac Signs with a Horse:

Tiger, Goat or Dog

Least Compatible Zodiac Signs with a Horse:

Rat, Ox or Snake

Lucky things for Horses:

Lucky numbers: 2, 3, 7, and numbers containing them (like 23 and 37)

Lucky colors: yellow and green

Lucky flowers: calla lily and jasmine

Lucky direction: east, west, and south

Unlucky things for Horses:

Unlucky color: blue, white

Unlucky numbers: 1, 5, and 6

Unlucky direction: north and northwest

Unlucky months: the 5th, 7th, and 11th Chinese lunar months

Best Careers for Horses:

Publicist, sales representative, journalist, language instructor, translator, bartender, performer, tour operator, librarian, or pilot.

Health for Horses:

Horses are very healthy, most likely because they hold a positive attitude towards life. However, heavy responsibility or pressure from their jobs may make them weak. Therefore, Horses shouldn't do overtime responsibilities go home too late.

Famous Horse People:

Isaac Newton: born December 25th, 1642, Water Horse

Neil Armstrong: born on August 5th, 1930, Gold Horse

Jackie Chan: born on April 7th, 1954, Wood Horse

James Cameron: born on August 16th, 1954, Wood Horse

Found all this info on Chinese Zodiac: 12 Animal Signs, Compatibility, Horoscopes (chinesenewyear.net)

Xīn nián kuài lè

R. J. Davies

A Riveting Jacked-In Dreamy Mind-Bender

RJ Davies - Science Fiction Author, Maddox Files, Novels

#R. J. Davies Author #R. J. Davies #Rhonda Davies #Rhonda Davies Author #Rhonda Joan Davies #science fiction author #mystery author #author of Maddox Files #Chinese Zodiac the Horse #The Horse #Xīn nián kuài lè

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scotianostra · 2 years

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Thomas Sean Connery was born in the Fountainbridge area of Edinburgh on 25th August, 1930.

Big Tam, as he was affectionately known around Fountainbridge in his youth, well he was Tommy until his teens, when he shot up in height and stature, at one point he entered a bodybuilding contest, he was 6'2″ at the time, weighed around 14 stone, had a 48-inch chest, 25-inch thigh, and his arms were 15.25 inches.

Connery also played football at junior level for Bonnyrigg Rose, my cousin played for them too for several years.

#Scotland #scottish #sean connery #007 #james bond #Edinburgh #actor #producer #films #television #RIP

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gardenofkore · 2 years

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A Palermo si celebrano le nozze del conte di Parigi con Isabella d'Orleans Braganza

data: 04/1931

colore: b/n

sonoro: muto

codice filmato: A076603

Text translation:

In Palermo, it’s celebrated the marriage of the Count of Paris with Isabelle of Orléans-Braganza

0:04 Palermo. Marriage of of the Count of Paris with Isabelle of Orléans-Braganza. The Cathedral, where the marriage took place.

0:16 H.E. Cardinal Lavitrano, Archbishop of Palermo.

0:30 The august spouses and the guests (lit. it’s the followers) leave the archiepiscopal palace

1:27 After the wedding ceremony

3:04 At Villa d'Orléans

Since still in the 1930s, heirs of previous Royal French Houses (which included of course Henri, the Orléanist claimant) were still exiled, the couple couldn’t marry in France. They chose Palermo because Henri’s family owned a palace there.

Palazzo d'Orléans is an 18th-century estate, opposite to Palazzo dei Normanni, in the centre of Palermo. It had firstly belonged to the Sicilian branch of the Spanish Monroy family (Hernán Cortés’ family). It later was bought by rich merchant Francesco Olivieri.

Starting 1808, Olivieri rented it to exiled Prince Louis Philippe d'Orléans. The following year, on November 25th, the French Prince married Princess Maria Amalia di Borbone-Due Sicilie (herself exiled with her family from Naples due to the Napoleonic invasion) and bought the palace, which took the name of Palazzo d'Orléans. The couple’s first three children would be born in the Palace (Ferdinand Philippe, Louise and Marie) and the family would live in Palermo until 1814, when they were reached by the news of Napoleon’s fall. The Orléans then left Palermo headed for France, where Louis Philippe would rule as king from 1830 to 1848.

Palazzo d'Orléans, in the meantime, still belonged to the French royal family. In 1855 Maria Amalia bestowed it to his son Henri, Duke of Aumale, whom expanded the estate up to 63 hectares, buying the adjoining houses and lands. A botanic and agricolture enthusiast, the Prince developed an innovative irrigation method. At Henri’s death, in 1897, the Palace was inherited by his great-nephew, Louis Philippe Robert (grandson of Henri’s eldest brother, Ferdinand Philippe). Louis Philippe would order the last enlargement of the Palace, but also rent a large part of the adjacent land to support his exiled life

After the childless Prince’s death in Palermo, in 1926, Palazzo d'Orléans would be inherited by his eldest sister, Amélie, last Queen consort of Portugal, whom would sell it to her cousin, Jean, Duke of Guise. On February 10th, 1929, the Palace hosted the marriage of the Duke’s daughter, Françoise, to Prince Christóphoros of Greece and Denmark. Two years later, on April 8th was celebrated the marriage captured by this video. Wedding witness were: Don Carlos of Bourbon-Two Sicilies (maternal cousin of the groom), Prince Amedeo d’Aosta, Duke of Apulia (the groom’s brother-in-law), Prince Pedro Gastão of Orléans-Braganza (the bride’s brother), and Prince Adam Ludwik Czartoryski (grandson of Prince Louis of Orléans, Duke of Nemours).

In 1940, following Fascist Italy’s entering in the war against France (and the rest of the Allied Forces) Palazzo d'Orléans was confiscated and entrusted to the Banco di Sicilia. In 1943, after the Allied invasion of Sicily, the Palace was used by the US army as military headquarters (and it is in this occasion that the Palace was looted of many precious objects, like art pieces, furniture and silverware).

After the war, the building was elected as seat of the Regione Siciliana, despite still officially belonging to the Orléans. In 1950 the descendants sold circa 40 hectares of land to realise the University campus. Finally, in 1955 they sold the Palace to the Region, which still uses it as its headquartes.

The wonderful park which ornated the back of the Palace was slowly transormed into a giardino all’italiana, and was converted into Italy’s only ornithological park. Of the original park, only the ficus magnoloides planted by Louis Philippe remains.

Sources

I Giardini del Palazzo Orléans

Il Palazzo d’Orléans a Palermo

Palais d’Orléans

#history #historicwomendaily #women #Palermo #house of orléans #Isabelle of Orléans-Braganza #Henri of Orléans #Villa d'Orléans #contemporary sicily #province of palermo #video #people of sicily

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larimar · 3 years

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📷:Herb Ritts in 1989

Rest in Peace you legend! 💔🍸🏴

#August 25th 1930 #Edinburgh #Scotland #October 31st 2020 #Bahamas #Sean Connery #Big Tam

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demolition-lov3r · 2 years

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i organized all the tma statements in order

gertrude is rolling in her grave

note that these include episodes that aren’t exactly statements such as the finales, i basically went about this like if it has a case number it’s getting organized, which is also why i stopped at 160

if i’ve made a mistake dont hesitate to tell me !!

january 1st 1715 - mag 140 “the movement of the heavens”

november 2nd 1787 - mag 116 “the show must go on”

june 12th 1814 - mag 50 “foundations”

march 31st 1816 - mag 23 “schwartzwald”

april 9th 1824 - mag 92 “nothing besides remains”

november 21st 1831 - mag 127 “remains to be seen”

august 1st 1837 - mag 152 “a gravedigger’s envy”

december 5th 1845 - mag 58 “trail rations”

unknown date; early 1862 - mag 105 “total war”

may 14th 1864 - mag 98 “lights out”

february 13th 1867 - mag 138 “the architecture of fear”

november 6th 1922 - mag 7 “the piper”

june 27th 1930 - mag 133 “dead horse”

february 20th 1952 - mag 99 “dust to dust”

july 3rd 1955 - mag 137 “nemesis”

june 4th 1972 - mag 29 “cheating death”

november 2nd 1977 - mag 95 “absent without leave”

february 3rd 1979 - mag 44 “tightrope”

unknown; 80s or 90s - mag 85 “upon the stair”

march 2nd 1983 - mag 86 “tucked in”

december 1st 1990 - mag 84 “possessive”

july 19th 1993 - mag 125 “civilian casualties”

september 15th 1994 - mag 77 “the kind mother”

may 15th 1996 - mag 96 “return to sender”

september 5th 1997 - mag 53 “crusader”

november 22nd 1998 - mag 2 “do not open”

june 10th 1999 - mag 17 “the boneturner’s tale”

february 22nd 2000 - mag 66 “held in customs”

june 12th 2001 - mag 78 “distant cousin”

june 4th 2002 - mag 35 “old passages”

october 20th 2002 - mag 21 “freefall”

december 3rd 2002 - mag 9 “a fathers love” & mag 155 “cost of living”

august 24th 2003 - mag 27 “a sturdy lock”

september 1st 2003 - mag 146 “threshold”

november 4th 2003 - mag 88 “dig”

december 9th 2003 - mag 70 “book of the dead”

april 9th 2004 - mag 52 “exceptional risk”

january 17th 2005 - mag 24 “strange music”

november 29th 2005 - mag 59 “recluse”

january 22nd 2006 - mag 134 “time of revelation”

november 7th 2006 - mag 75 “a long way down”

november 30th 2006 - mag 139 “chosen”

january 4th 2007 - mag 115 “taking stock”

march 13th 2007 - mag 8 “burned out”

march 18th 2007 - mag 67 “burning desire”

july 1st 2007 - mag 3 “across the street”

janurary 7th 2008 - mag 51 “high pressure”

february 10th 2008 - mag 106 “a matter of perspective”

march 11th 2008 - mag 49 “the butcher’s window”

july 3rd 2008 - mag 62 “first edition”

july 21st 2008 - mag 154 “bloody mary”

december 12th 2008 - mag 18 “the man upstairs”

december 19th 2008 - mag 130 “meat”

january 4th 2009 - mag 156 “reflection”

february 2nd 2009 - mag 145 “infectious doubts”

february 23rd 2009 - mag 5 “thrown away”

march 30th 2009 - mag 97 “we all ignore the pit”

april 4th 2009 - mag 57 “personal space”

april 22nd 2009 - mag 114 “cracked foundation”

august 6th 2009 - mag 37 “burnt offering”

october 3rd 2009 - mag 144 “decrypted”

october 11th 2009 - mag 126 “sculptor’s tool”

october 22nd 2009 - mag 72 “takeaway”

feburuary 1st 2010 - mag 107 “third degree”

march 25th 2010 - mag 48 “lost in the crowd”

october 7th 2010 - mag 10 “vampire killer” & mag 56 “children of the night“

november 18th 2010 - mag 69 “thought for the day”

december 9th 2010 - mag 31 “first hunt”

january 2nd 2011 - mag 33 “boatswain’s call”

april 3rd 2011 - mag 148 “extended surveillance”

may 29th 2011 - mag 14 ”piecemeal”

may 30th 2011 - mag 19 “confession” & mag 20 “desecrated host”

november 13th 2011 - mag 112 “thrill of the chase”

february 11th 2012 - mag 12 “first aid”

march 12th 2012 - mag 110 “creature feature”

april 2nd 2012 - mag 153 “love bombing”

april 22nd 2012 - mag 1 “anglerfish”

june 6th 2012 - mag 38 “lost and found”

november 19th 2012 - mag 36 “taken ill”

december 1st 2012 - mag 136 “the puppeteer”

december 11th 2012 - mag 124 “left hanging”

unknown; circa 2012 - mag 113 “breathing room”

may 13th 2013 - mag 149 “concrete jungle”

june 23rd 2013 - mag 54 “still life”

june 28th 2013 - mag 4 “page turner”

august 7th 2013 - mag 90 “body builder”

august 14th 2013 - mag 157 “rotten core”

september 1st 2013 - mag 30 “killing floor”

september 4th 2013 - mag 129 “submerged”

october 19th 2013 - mag 83 “drawing a blank”

february 23rd 2014 - mag 32 “hive”

march 31st 2014 - mag 63 “the end of the tunnel”

june 4th 2014 - mag 102 “nesting instinct”

july 2nd 2014 - mag 103 “cruelty free”

july 14th 2014 - mag 135 “dark matter”

october 10th 2014 - mag 87 “the uncanny valley”

november 9th 2014 - mag 150 “cul-de-sac”

december 9th 2014 -mag 6 “squirm”

february 1st 2015 - mag 122 “zombie”

april 9th 2015 - mag 16 “arachnophobia”

april 19th 2015 - mag 25 “growing dark”

may 20th 2015 - mag 64 “burial rites”

june 8th 2015 - mag 74 “fatigue”

august 1st 2015 - mag 123 “web development”

january 13th 2016 - mag 13 “alone”

march 12th 2016 - mag 22 “colony”

april 2nd 2016 - mag 26 “a distortion”

april 17 2016 - mag 34 “anatomy class”

july 29th 2016 - mag 39 “infestation” & mag 40 “human remains”

september 2nd 2016 - mag 41 “too deep”

september 19th 2016 - mag 43 “section 31”

october 2nd 2016 - mag 47 “the new door”

november 3rd 2016 - mag 55 “pest control”

december 1st 2016 - mag 61 “hard shoulder”

january 7th 2017 - mag 65 “binary”

january 25th 2017 - mag 71 “underground”

february 11th 2017 - mag 73 “police lights”

feburuary 16th 2017 - mag 79 “hide and seek” & mag 80 “librarian”

feburuary 17th 2017 - mag 81 “a guest for mr. spider” & mag 82 “the eyewitness”

april 24th 2017 - mag 89 “twice as bright”

april 28th 2017 - mag 91 “the coming storm”

april 29th 2016 - mag 94 “dead woman walking”

unknown date; may 2017 - mag 100 “i guess you had to be there” & mag 101 “another twist”

june 14th 2017 - mag 104 “sneak preview”

june 29th 2017 - mag 109 “nightfall”

june 30th 2017 - mag 111 “family business”

august 2nd-4th 2017 - mag 117 “testament”

august 6th 2017 - mag 118 “the masquerade”

august 7th 2017 - mag 119 “stranger and stranger”

august 9th 2017 - mag 120 “eye contact”

feburuary 15th - mag 121 “far away”

march 3rd 2018 - mag 128 “heavy goods”

march 20th 2018 - mag 131 “flesh”

march 24th 2018 - mag 132 “entombed”

june 11th 2018 - mag 141 “doomed voyage”

june 12th 2018 - mag 142 “scrutiny”

june 16th 2018 - mag 143 “heart of darkness”

july 20th 2018 - mag 147 “weaver”

august 14th 2018 - mag 151 “big picture”

september 25th 2018 - mag 158 “panopticon” & mag 159 “the last”

october 18th 2018 - mag 160 “the eye opens”

#tma #the magnus archives #jon sims #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #elias bouchard #sasha james #tim stoker #peter lukas #jonmartin #lonelyeyes

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