60th book of 2023.
A cute queer murder mystery.
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"I don't really care about someone who has the extra spending money to buy a dumb little piece of paper for ten grand. If that's the worst thing that's ever happened to them, then they live a pretty good life."
~Board to Death by CJ Connor
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Palpatine: My boy, Master Kenobi is lying to you!
Anakin: ?...yeah? He does that? Lying is Obi-Wan's favourite sport. Bant told me that he was dropped on his head by Master Qui-Gon when he was a child and Master Qui-Gon was really tall, so the fall shook loose some things in his brain and now Obi-Wan is allergic to giving straight answers. It took me 3 years to figure out his favourite colour. and his birthday. 5 to figure out that he's allergic to shellfish. I once told a restaurant that Obi-Wan can't have shrimp and he told me to "stop giving information to the enemy". I've made a game of it really.
Palpatine: *muttering under his breath* ok try using shrimp next time
Anakin: what?
Palpatine: Nothing!
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I’ve been brushing up on my anatomy for…reasons….🖤🙏
Man that teaser! I won’t be right in the head until October!
Im also reading just an ungodly amount of smut while I wait. Send help.
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I'm sure he'd prefer to be alive but there’s also no way that john lennon wouldn’t be a at least a little self-satisfied with the idea of his death permanently making him the center of paul’s universe. he doesn't seem like the "you need to let me go" type. he seems more like the "if you don't cry over me at least once a week I'm going to start flickering the lights on and off until you have a seizure" type
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“Oh, shit. Struck a chord.”
Stede be like being tortured is not gonna stop me from punning with the loml
Like Stiddies out, in my slutfit…let the flirting commence 😏
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After President Abraham Lincoln was shot during a performance of Our American Cousin at Ford's Theatre, several doctors who were in the audience and also enjoying the play rushed into the Presidential Box and began attending to the President. It was clear that Lincoln's wounds were almost certainly mortal, but the doctors still attempted to save his life. Originally thinking that the President had been stabbed, they soon found that he had been shot behind the left ear and the bullet -- a 43.75 mm ball which had been fired by John Wilkes Booth's .44 caliber Derringer -- had sliced through Lincoln's brain and lodged behind his eye sockets without exiting the skull. When Lincoln's breathing became more shallow, Dr. Charles Leale used his finger to remove blood clots from the wound, which immediately improved Lincoln's respiration.
The doctors decided to move Lincoln from the theater, but felt that the President's condition was far too weak to risk taking him back to the White House, which was several blocks away. A nearby saloon was considered just as unseemly of a place for the President to spend his last hours and likely die in as a theatre, so Lincoln was carried across the 10th Street to William Petersen's boarding house. When they brought Lincoln into the boarding house, they realized that the 6'4" President was too tall for the bed they found for him, so they laid him diagonally upon it.
It was obvious that Lincoln could not survive his wound, so the attending doctors simply tried to keep him comfortable in his final hours by clearing the blood clots in his skull that caused his breathing to become more labored. Throughout the night, the President never regained consciousness, but witnesses said that he looked peaceful as his life was drawing to a close. The only visible evidence of his mortal wound were the bloody pillows that his head rested on and the raccoon-like bruising around Lincoln's eye sockets due to the orbital bones fractured by Booth's bullet after it passed through his brain. Nine hours after he was shot, Lincoln died in Petersen's Boarding House at the age of 56.
Shortly after the President was pronounced dead, his body was placed in a coffin and transferred back to the White House in a carriage. Just a few hours later, one of the residents of Petersen's Boarding House, Julius Ulke, took a photograph (seen at the beginning of this post) of the room and the bed -- including a pillow soaked with the President's blood -- where Lincoln had died earlier that morning.
The room in Petersen's Boarding House where Abraham Lincoln died, pictured in 2007.
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whenever i think about the intended crozier/silna parallels in the terror i think back to silna's speech in episode 5 and how much it reveals about her. "and who is going to stop you? you use the wind to carry you here. you use the forest to hide inside. you use all this and don't even want to be here. you don't want to live. look at you. even if i could help, you don't want it." silna is also using the ships to hide from tuunbaq at this point. she doesn't want to bond with it. she doesn't want that life, isn't ready to accept it. and she's willing to risk her safety with a group of strange men, few of whom speak her language or bear much kind sentiment towards her, rather than return to her people and face their expectations of her as a shaman. like crozier rejects the responsibilities that come with his captaincy under the inauspicious circumstances he's inherited, silna rejects tuunbaq and the duties she's expected to perform as the succeeding shaman, which would require her to accept her father's death, and that she's entirely alone now. her outburst at crozier also feels like an outpouring of grief and resentment at her own situation. self-recognition through the other (derogatory) <3
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