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kidwally · 2 years
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You may wonder what this whole Awesome Coffee Club thing is all about. Today I was reminded what it’s all about:
In 2019, the unpaid intern who runs this tumblr account visited Sierra Leone’s Kono District. Kono is the among the most impoverished communities in the world due to a long history of enslavement, colonialism, and civil war. A decade ago, Kono’s healthcare system was in a state of collapse--clinics had no running water or electricity or paid staff, and inconsistent supplies of medications and other necessities.
As a result, Kono was the epicenter of the global maternal mortality crisis: One out of every seventeen women could expect to die in childbirth. Over 10% of children died before the age of five. 
Beginning in 2014, Partners in Health began working with Sierra Leone’s Ministry of Health to bring change. This started with the basics at the region’s hospital, Koidu Government Hospital: running water, 24-hour electricity, and hiring nurses, community healthworkers, cooks, facilities management staff, and so much more. 
At the time, KGH’s maternity ward had a dirt floor. Many people were dying for want of an emergency C-section or a blood transfusion. By 2019, this was getting better--two functioning operating rooms were able to perform C-sections, and a blood bank could address postpartum hemorrhaging. But it was still inadequate, and maternal and child mortality were horrifyingly routine.
To address the crisis, PIH Sierra Leone directors Jon Lascher and Dr. Baillor Barrie wanted to build a world-class maternal and child health center that could save thousands of lives yearly while also serving as a teaching hospital to train the next generation of Sierra Leonean healthcare workers. They told us they needed $25,000,000 to break ground, and would probably eventually need another $25,000,000 to support the hospital’s operation over its first few years.
I am, as unpaid interns go, doing quite well, but not THAT well. So our family committed what we could and asked others to join us, and within two years, we passed that $25,000,000 goal. Together, we’ve now raised close to $40,000,000. 
Today, I visited the site of the Maternal Center of Excellence, the first wards of which will hopefully open next year. Nearly all of the construction team are from Kono, and 65% of them are women--they work as welders, engineers, planners, laborers, and so much more. You see three of them above. I had the privilege of talking with them about this project. The young woman to the right, Success, told me that her dream is to work for the hospital her whole life, helping to maintain and support it. One of the other women told me, “We are passionate about this work because it is the future of our country. And we know that we and our friends will someday give birth here.” I am so proud that our projects support their training and livelihood, and so grateful to have them as colleagues in this work.
The hospital--which will include over 100 maternal beds, a NICU, and enough operating suites to perform over 10 emergency C-sections per day, will also require ongoing funding for staff, stuff, systems, maintenance, and more. Our hope is that open-ended projects like the Awesome Coffee Club and Awesome Socks Club can help provide that funding, although the most efficient way to support this project is to donate directly! 
So that’s why this tumblr, and the awesome coffee club, exists. World-class maternal and infant healthcare is coming to Kono, a wonderful and  too long impoverished by colonialism and extractive capitalism. It is only a first step. There is so long to go. But what a first step.
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minihotdog · 4 months
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A Diamond in the Rough
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Summary: The surviving recruits move on to graduation. While the other grads get to see their families for the first time in months, y/n stands alone.
a/n: *shrugs*
c/w: little to no proofreading
w/c: 5k
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“What about him?” Laswell points to the photo of a blond young man. His face is stern, his buzzcut making him appear juvenile as his dark uniform contrasts with the blue, white, and red of the UK flag draped behind him.
Cpt. Price hums softly, examining the photo.
“He’s got grit. Talks too much for his own good.”
“Oh?” Laswell looks at the captain, waiting for him to clarify.
“Almost failed the interrogation. Can’t have that liability on the force, can we?”
“Absolutely not.” She nods in agreement.
Price crosses his arms, looking over Laswell’s shoulder as her fingers ghost over the various photos. All young and determined faces. When the occasion that he could look for new members came around he’d sometimes wonder what was said of him when his photo sat on the desks of the men who had forged him into the SAS. The young man he was before a new reality aged him, adding a new wrinkle with every deployment and mission. He’d had a fire burning inside him. It still burned even now, maybe brighter or hotter, but wielded skillfully with experience. 
“I don’t believe I’ve seen her before.” Laswell pulls him from his thoughts to a photo of a young woman, her hair pulled into a tight, neat bun, her lips pulled into almost a straight line and her eyes appearing dazed as if she wasn’t fully present. Laswell’s eyebrows furrow as she looks at her companion.
“Ah, Y/N Y/L/N. The little shadow.” He laughs silently. “Didn’t like attention very much.”
“No one should like attention from the instructors,” Laswell states matter-of-factly.
“She’s smart, quick, passed physically and mentally.”
“Interrogation?”
“Passed.”
“So what’s her catch?” She stands up straight, now crossing her arms.
“Didn’t build rapport with other recruits. In a team, she disappears.”
“And alone?” 
“Brilliant.”
“I think with a good mentor she could learn to play well with others, don’t you think?”
She slides the photo to the side, looking back with a raised eyebrow.
“I’m inclined to agree, but it won’t be easy. Can’t break something already broken down.”
“But you can teach.”
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“... So once again, congratulations to all of you young men and women who stand before me today. Your strength and resilience sought you through til the end. You are the future and now protectors. Protectors of freedom and countless lives who, even unknowingly, look to you for your sacrifice and strength.” An applause erupts from the crowd watching over the dozen or so graduates standing stiff at attention.
“I hope you all celebrate with your families, who have waited eagerly these difficult six months to see what has become of their sons and daughters. Families may now approach their graduates.”
The open space was filled with footsteps, murmurs, and cries of happiness. Each graduate reuniting with their loved ones. Everyone had now begun scrambling off to celebrate.
Y/N now stood alone, still facing the podium. Quiet whispers came from the few that were still on the outskirts of the tarmac about the last standing graduate. “You can’t tap her out. It has to be family.” She hears a boy scold his parents.
The clouds that lingered overhead now turned a dark grey and a mist began to fall. At this point, if she walked off, no one would have tried to stop her in the name of tradition. Any passerby would feel too much pity to do so. But she continued to stand. Feeling the raindrops run down her face, masking her silent tears dropping just the same.
A figure appeared in her peripheral vision. His eyes continue facing forward, the point of focus lost in a blur. She made out an umbrella and camo fatigues. He continued on his path to her, stopping only a few feet away.
She’d seen the man before. He’d attended the training, watching over as the recruits were battered, covered in dirt, or even bloody. He was the bearded man, always donning a boonie hat, who she’d once caught looking at her as she clutched her bleeding nose after being placed against a recruit twice her size in what was supposed to be a friendly sparing match.
He plucked his cigar from his lips as he eyed her in such a pathetic state, still standing proudly, on the outside, at least. 
“Y/L/N, your family couldn’t make it?” His low growly voice nearly gets drowned out as the rain falls harder.
“Don’t have one, sir.” Her voice almost croaks.
“S’that right?” He murmurs to himself, bringing his cigar to his lips. He glances away for a moment as he blows the smoke out of his lungs.
“Corporal, I’m Captain Price. I’ve been watching you for the last six months. Before you submitted your application, you earned a medal for identifying what could’ve been a crippling data leak. Which, inadvertently, protected me and my team.” He points at her with his now stubby cigar, “You’ve got potential. And I'm willing to bet on it. Join my task force.” His words came out more like an order rather than a proposal. 
“Or what?”
“Or stand out here in the rain… You’ll have a family of your own in us. Your choice.”
Her eyes scan his face suspiciously. He senses her reluctance and his head tilts, a soft smile pulls at the corner of his lips.
“Alright, I’ll join you.”
His smile grows and his bushy mustache hides his upper lip. He steps closer, the umbrella now shielding you from the freezing rain.
“I hope you’re ready to do some real work.”
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huckleberrykai · 1 year
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choi yeonjun ~ lost
pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!single mom!reader summary: when yeonjun finds a lost child in the park while trying to clear his head, he goes on a quest to find her mom. genre: strangers to ? , pretty soft warnings: mentions of death, child getting lost, single mom reader, stranger danger, implied stepdad!yj in the future notes: this is kinda bad, i had the idea at work and kinda regurgitated it onto the page at 4am, idk if i like it but i figured i'd post it anyway LOL word count: 1.4k you can read part 2 here: found click here for my masterlist!
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yeonjun was tired. exhausted. the last thing he wanted was to go home to his dorm and be bombarded with their noise.
don't get him wrong, he loves his members, but sometimes he just needs some time out.
after his last schedule of the day, yeonjun bid farewell to his members in favour of a drive to his favourite park a little ways away. it was outside of the city, and the scenery was beautiful. just what he needed today.
it was evening, around 6pm, and so he wandered over to the empty children's playground and sat on one of the swings, taking in the fresh air and soft sounds of nature as the sky began to change colours. all of the kids had gone home already, and so he was alone with his thoughts in the silence he had craved all day.
finally some peace. alone.
or so he thought.
just as he observed the blue and pink hues of the sky wash over the trees around him, he felt something on his back. he looked around behind him and saw nothing. he figured he was just being paranoid until he turned to face forwards again and saw a little girl in front of him. he nearly jumped out of his skin at how close she was, and clutched his chest as he let out a quiet yelp.
"excuse me mister"
yeonjun tilted his head to listen. the girl in front of him couldn't have been any older than five. she had long brown pigtails and a sparkly pink tutu, very mismatched against her bright yellow rain boots yeonjun thought.
"hey there, are you okay?" he asked the small girl, planting his feet on the ground so his swing didn't move. he noticed her eyes were red and puffy, and she appeared quite distressed.
"i.. i lost my.. mommy," the young girls lip quivered. she began to cry, seemingly again judging by her previous state.
"hey.. hey hey don't cry," yeonjun stood up from his swing and crouched down to the girl's height, "i'll help you find your mommy okay? what does she look like?" he rubbed her back soothingly as she described you, a woman with h/c hair wearing a purple sweater.
he nodded as she spoke slowly through her tears. he offered his hand to her, "let's take a walk okay? i'm sure your mommy will be around here somewhere. she must be worried about you..."
the young girl nodded and went to take his hand cautiously.
"mommy says i shouldn't talk to strangers. do you promise you'll help me?"
yeonjun nodded. "i pinky promise. i can't leave you out here alone." he offered his pinky to her, with which she linked hers quickly.
"you know.. you shouldn't talk to strangers either! my name is daisy." she said, holding his hand properly as they began to walk around the playground area. "now you know my name i'm not a stranger anymore! what's your name?" she grinned up at him, still teary-eyed and a little snotty. "i'm yeonjun." he smiled softly as she looked up at him.
the pair wandered around the playground area for a while, and yeonjun wondered if daisy's mom had ended up in another part of the park looking for her. just as he was about to suggest looking elsewhere-
"junjun look!! a squirrel!!" she yelled, not quite being able to say his name.
daisy let go of his hand and began running towards the squirrel she had seen. "DAISY! daisy come back! you don't want to get even more lost!"
he caught up with her and grabbed her hand again. "don't run off okay? or else we can't find your-"
"DAISY!!! oh my gosh there you are"
yeonjun turned to see a woman who matched daisy's description running towards her. he let go of daisy's hand as he watched you scoop her up into your arms.
"MOMMY!! I THOUGHT YOU WERE LOST FOREVER!" daisy giggled as you held her tight.
"never run away like that again okay? i was scared to death!"
"mommy, mommy!! this is my new friend junjun!" daisy wriggled around in your grasp to point at yeonjun. "he was helping me find you!"
you looked up from your baby to make eye contact with the man that had been walking around with your child for the last god-knows-how-long. "i'm really sorry we couldn't find you sooner," yeonjun jumped in before you could make any assumptions. "she came to me crying and i couldn't leave her all alone." he bowed to you, being as sincere as possible.
"ah- thank you so much for looking out for her. i don't know what i'd have done if she was lost all alone. thank you, really!" you bowed back to him politely. "usually she isn't this.. talkative. she doesn't like people very much.." you trailed off.
daisy had pried herself from your grip and began to hang on to yeonjun's leg.
"i'm yeonjun by the way," he tried to step forwards, forgetting the child on his leg, to which you just laughed. a pretty laugh yeonjun thought. you stepped forwards and met him in the middle for a handshake. "Y/N."
"Y/N," he repeated. "thats a lovely name."
you, who he now knew to be Y/N, blushed a little. although yeonjun figured he must be seeing things, since the sun was setting further and it was getting darker around them, save for the street lights littered around the park. he took a mental note of how dark it was getting.
"i don't mean to seem nosy but did you drive here? or do you live nearby?" yeonjun asked. "i wouldn't want to leave you two to walk home alone in the dark." he concluded.
"we live about a 20-minute walk away, i'm sure we'll be okay! i don't want to put you to any more trouble!"
yeonjun quickly shook his head. "it would be no trouble at all! i can drive you both home if you like! i know we just met and please don't feel pressured to say yes but-" "okay." you cut off his ramble. you mulled it over a little before agreeing, but if he could take care of your daughter for almost an hour and not murder anyone, what's the harm in letting him drive you home?
yeonjun smiled, just barely showing his teeth. "okay, my car's over there." he pointed towards the entrance.
the three prepared to leave and get into yeonjun's car (with great difficulty prying daisy away from hugging his leg). you put your address into his map and sat daisy in the back seat, before plopping into the front passenger seat yourself.
"thank you so much yeonjun." you commented as he was driving you home. "it's no problem really, i wouldn't want your husband to worry." he smiled, looking in his mirror to check on daisy in the back who was sound asleep. "oh.. i'm not married," you corrected. "ah, i'm sorry for assuming!" he looked over at you for a second as he apologised, a sense of relief washing over him at the fact the pretty lady beside him wasn't married. you shook your head. "it's okay really."
before long you pointed at your house and yeonjun pulled up outside. "thank you so much for your help today. and for getting us home safely!" you bowed to him slightly, still seated next to him in the car. "is there any way i can repay you?" yeonjun shook his head. "oh don't worry about it! i'm happy to have helped you Y/N." he sent a soft smile your way.
"well.. can i take you out to dinner at least?" you asked, not wanting to seem too forward, but wanting a sliver of hope you could stay in contact with your sweet saviour. he was gorgeous after all, and your daughter loved him. he looked surprised, and you thought for a minute he was going to reject you, but then he grinned and nodded. "i'd like that a lot Y/N."
you swapped phone numbers and right as you were about to get out of the car, a sweet voice behind you chimed in. "junjun?"
daisy had woken up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "junjun can you take me to the park again tomorrow?" she asked hopefully. you were about to intervene until- "if your mommy says its okay!"
he had the day off tomorrow anyway, and spending the day with his future stepdaughter (not that he knew that yet) sounded much more fun than staying in the dorms all day.
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imaginesbymonika · 1 year
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About you (special chapter: the beach scene)
Pairing: Tenoch Huerta x fem!reader
Warnings: angsty, mentions of a break-up, sad scene from a movie, sad twitter users (haha)
Plot: Inspired by "About you" by the 1975. You and Tenoch used to date and you simply can't shake the feeling that you are still in love with him. You wonder if he still thinks about you, because you do all the time.
A/N: i hope you guys like this, I wanted to try something different :) please tell me if you'd like more of that in the future
Masterlist / Previous Chapter
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The beach scene:
The blonde-haired mutant sighs while she stands a couple of meters behind the Queen of Wakanda. Whose eyes are anxiously roaming the shore and the blue ocean, the grip on the beautiful large shell only tightens with each passing minute. "I don't think that he will show up.", she declares and runs a hand through her hair before holding it up to block the sun from shining into her face, but Ramonda only shakes her head. "I think you are wrong. He is most likely already here, somewhere, silently watching us."
Y/c/n didn't answer, instead, she feels how a shiver runs down her spine and when she quickly turns her head to the left her eyes widen:" Your majesty.", she speaks, without tearing her gaze off the man who makes his way out of the water. His eyes are dark and filled with ambition, but they soften immediately when they land on the mutant's form. An indistinct expression forms on his face, one she hasn't seen in a very long time.
"My daughter!", Romonda states, making Namor snap out of his thoughts:" I want to know if she is alive." The God only chuckles slightly, before he nods his head:" The princess is alive and well." As soon as he speaks those words the older woman lets out a trembling but relieved breath.
"My daughter!", Romonda states, making Namor snap out of his thoughts:" I want to know if she is alive." The God only chuckles slightly, before he nods his head:" The princess is alive and well." As soon as he speaks those words the older woman lets out a trembling but relieved breath.
"My daughter!", Romonda states, making Namor snap out of his thoughts:" I want to know if she is alive." The God only chuckles slightly, before he nods his head:" The princess is alive and well." As soon as he speaks those words the older woman lets out a trembling but relieved breath.
"You are as beautiful as the day you left. What are you doing here, in yakunaj. (my love) ", Namors voice is silky when he once again looks at y/c/n:" This isn't your fight." "Of course, it is!", she replies and takes a step forward:" I have been living in Wakanda for the past four years, ever since-." She pauses and anger flashes up in her eyes. "Ever since you left me."
For a moment y/c/n only stares at him, before her jaw clenches:" You were the one to end things, Namor. Don't do this to me." The rage in her eyes is prominent, and when her former lover takes a step toward her she wants to move away. "Yeah, but I never forgot about you. Ever.", Namor says, and takes another step forwards, until the space between them is so small that they can easily hear each other's heartbeats. But there is only one. He continues:" And I fear that letting you go is my life's biggest regret." His hand reaches for her chin to make her meet his gaze. "Let Shuri and the scientist go. Take me instead."
At her words, he lets go of her and lowers his head, before he turns to stare at the blue sea. "You used to tell me that you love Talocan. That there was no other place you wanted to call home… You claimed that you loved my people. That’s why I wanted to make you their queen, in reina (my queen) ." He pauses, and when he looks at the mutant tears are running down his cheeks:" When you left me, I looked for your love in the darkest and deepest places of the seven seas. But nothing I found could ever compare. But maybe I was wrong about you." He wipes his face with the back of his hand and walks up to Ramonda. …
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princess-potat0 · 9 days
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𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐢𝐫|| 𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘅 𝘆/𝗻 𝗹/𝗻
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· 。゚☆: *.☽ ▎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑 ▎ »»————- 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦: 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘵𝘩🕊️ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁 — 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗
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𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 ����𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳...
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THE CRUSHING WEIGHT OF HER INITIAL DEFEAT BECAME AN UNBEARABLE BURDEN FOR MAJOR L/N, tearing at her heart with relentless anguish, rendering her unable to withstand its devastating toll. 'Oh, Benjamin... Why couldn't you just fucking listen?' She screamed within, desolation echoing through the depths of her soul as she gazed upon the lifeless Bombardier, still bearing the defiant spirit of the living, his cold, dead eyes burning into her teary y/e/c ones with relentless intensity.'Born an asshole, died an asshole.' She kept her eulogy short, not having much to say. It wasn't the man she felt pity for, but rather, his beautiful family.
Benji had it in for her ever since he first arrived barely a week ago, the commander of the 389th. Homophobic, racist, xenophobic, misogynist. You name it, he was it. Typical man of the pre-historic era. But for y/n, this was nothing unfamiliar. She had faced graver challenges and steeled herself to confront even more formidable ones. Death, an all too frequent companion in this noble pursuit, had visited them before, numerous times since their arrival nearly a month ago. Its presence failed to unsettle her as it should have. It was as though she had already witnessed the depths of despair, undeterred by the darkness that loomed in the future.
Nevertheless, she couldn't banish the insidious thought that lingered, a venomous notion that whispered, 'Perhaps if I were a man, things would've been different...' A bitter realization gnawed at her, suggesting that perhaps then, she would receive the reverence she rightfully deserved, empowering her to safeguard the lives she had pledged to protect. Yet, another part of her recognized the harsh truth — her biology wasn't the root issue. It was the entrenched, antiquated mentalities that pervaded. What value lay in any mindset, if not harnessed to champion a shared purpose?
In the crucible of war, there was only one imperative... saving lives and defending their nation. By aiding their allies in bringing this conflict to its conclusion where it began, they could diminish the prospects of a future invasion upon the United States of America. It was a mission of unparalleled gravity, one that demanded unwavering resolve and unconditional mental sacrifices to ensure the safety and security of their homeland. Such was the immutable truth acknowledged by all, an undeniable reality that had persisted throughout time and would endure into the future. "So why can't these morons just surrender their egos?!" 
"Major l/n?" Spoke a voice, quivering with mild concern. "Oh- hello, Linda..." Sighed the girl awkwardly, her realization dawning as she found herself unintentionally vocalizing her inner musings, caught in the act of speaking to herself. "Is everything okay?" Asked the nurse timidly, approaching the body. "Ye-yeah, everything's fine. Just wanted to say goodbye." She replied, staring blankly at the fallen soldier. "Hell of a mission, huh?" Linda mumbled calmly, having an idea what the girl must be going through, for she had dealt with similar experiences. "Don't beat yourself up for it." She cooed, cleaning up after the body.
"Are they all like that? Rookies?" Questioned y/n bluntly, hoping she'd have better luck with the remaining of the 100th. "Just the ones with poor upbringing." She snapped, well aware of the downsides of being a woman in such a field. "If you're wondering what to tell your guys — don't say anything." Advised the ginger. "They'll figure it out eventually... They all do." She murmured, excusing herself to give the Major some more time to process the first death that occurred on a mission led by her. It nearly shattered her confidence. One failure, one mission; a relentless assault on her spirit, leaving her anxious and bereft.
John Egan, on the other hand, couldn't care less about the deceased. With all the experience a man could amass, he had become immune to such pain. So here he was instead, driving his jeep to the base; anticipating the reunion with his best friend after three agonizingly long weeks apart, excitement surged within him, eager to reconnect after enduring the vast expanse of time and space. He was worried for the girl, especially after hearing that the observation mission was anything but observational. Ambushed by the Krauts they were, the guns all jammed. He wanted to check up on her, but he was a few hours too late, and hungover too.
Last night was a rough one, but he was proud of his achievement nevertheless. He had won not one, but four bikes due to his unwavering faith in Tommy, a lad with great aim. One he gave to y/n, which she rode to the base before hopping into her plane. The other was a gift for Tommy, for it's the least he could do to thank the man for not blinding him the previous night. One he kept for himself, and the last he had saved for his faithful comrade — Major Gale Cleven. "Hey, Morris! Thanks for the bikes, mate-" He cried after the grumpy old man, who had to carry the planks all the way to Abbotts, rather than just using his bike. "I'll get ya next time."
As if on cue, the 7 crews began landing by the time the Air Exec had arrived; the first one being Cleven's, deboarded by a husky. "Demarco!" Called the raven, excited to see his friends. "Hey, Major!" Grinned the brunette, marching up to his pal with the dog by his side. "Where'd you get that dog, Benny?" Inquired the amused Major. "I won him at craps." Demarco replied, the husky contently wagging his tail. "You took this baby above 10,000 feet?" Chuckled the raven, ruffling his coat. "He's got a mask. It cost me three bucks, but boy- he loves to fly." Informed the brunette. "He wouldn't stop howling." Chimed in the familiar blonde.
"That's because he's part wolf!" Benny defended. "That wolf's part dog." Shrugged the Major, removing his shades, taking in a deep breath. "Got a name?" Bucky asked. "Meatball." Replied the two. "Welcome to the 100th, Meatball. Ducky's gonna love ya, chum." Chuckled the man, welcoming their pet, as Demarco led him to the lunchroom to settle. "You miss me?" Bucky then turned to his friend. "Like a stone in my shoe." Grinned Buck, shaking his hand. "How've you been getting on?" He asked his hungover friend. "Uh, half out equipment's yet to show up. Had to borrow masks and parachutes from the Brits." Informed the raven.
"Air Exec ought to take care of that." Scoffed the blonde jokingly, his eyes scanning around for a familiar y/h/c. "My opinion — they ought to can the guy." Bucky sighed, clearly unhappy with the lack of action in his line of the job. "Also, get used to the mud." He added, just as the blonde stepped into a patch. "Hey, listen- your uh, radio guy pick up any chatter from the 418th? We're missing Brady, and he's supposed to be with l/n." After a moment's thought, the Major finally answered, "Negative." The clouds were dense on their way to England, so they must've parted ways then. "Speaking of y/n... Where is she?" Buck then changed the topic.
"Probably at the hospital. Had a miserable mission." He replied. "Hospital- Is she okay?" The blonde's eyes widened with fear. "Yeah no, physically she's alright. Just... grieving her first loss, I guess." Sighed the raven, torn between the desire to check up on her and the understanding that she probably needed some space to process it all. "One loss in 13 missions? Not bad if you ask me," Gale murmured, her tone carrying a hint of awe. "Oh, she's great, Buck. 100% success rate; well, 97% now," Bucky replied, his voice tinged with genuine admiration for her daunting skillset.
"Oh, I got you a bike. We can go see how Duck's doing if you want." He smirked at his lovestruck friend. "I need a bike?" Ignoring the fluttering that spread across his chest the moment the idea of them meeting again was brought up, Buck asked instead, his heart yearning for the chance to see her once more, to gaze into her eyes and feel the warmth of her presence enveloping him. "Or it's a 20-minute walk from the quarters to the mess; and these things are sold out for weeks." Scoffed the man, walking to his vehicle. "I figure you'll buzz past a bunch of guys crawling through the rain on the way to dinner, then you'll come around and say ThAnK yOu, BuCkY."
"Don't count on it," teased the blonde, grateful for his friend's thoughtfulness. "So which way to the hospital, again?" he inquired, eager to meet his ex. But before the raven could answer, their attention was captured by the familiar drilling of another one of their planes. Waiting for it to draw closer for a clearer look, Bucky eventually concluded that it was indeed who the duo thought it was. "Well, there's Brady..." murmured the Major. "Looks like they're crashing; let's go check it out!" He hopped into his jeep excitedly, beckoning the blonde to join him. Not long after they took off after the jet, they were rattled by a groundbreaking thud, instilling a sense of urgency in their pursuit.
"GET THE FUCK OUT- RUN, WE NEED TO EVACUATE!" Cried the men, scurrying out of their fiery fort. The engineers and medics rushed towards the crash site, their hearts pounding with exigency as they moved to take control of the situation. Amidst the chaos and devastation, they worked tirelessly, striving to curb the disaster and save any lives that hung in the balance. "All clear." A worker declared after several minutes of thorough inspection. "Easy deal." Lemmons concluded, not too concerned by the aftermath for he'd seen worse earlier today. "Jack it up and hook it up." He instructed his team. "I'm on it- let's go, boys."
"Everyone okay?" Egan interrogated, letting his presence be known. "Ma'am, you really shouldn't stand in front of crashing planes, praying to the heavenly forces to make it stop." Sighed Thompson, as he wrangled the stunned lady away from the chaotic scene and towards the safety of the jeep. "But there was a dog." She simply shrugged, her eyes sparkling with newfound admiration for her furry companion. The man blinked harshly before glancing around incredulously. "A dog? Out of all the things to notice during a plane crash, you find a dog?"
Y/n nodded enthusiastically. "Yep, a fluffy little guy. He even has my pilot's hat on!" She grinned. The engineer scratched his head, momentarily dumbfounded. "Well, I guess it's better than praying to the airplane gods for a safe landing, right?" He shook his head, making the men in the vehicle chuckle softly, as the girl pet the dog affectionately. "Sounds about right, Snicket." Bucky remarked, quickly catching on. "Besides, who needs divine intervention when you've got Meatball here?" He added, introducing his friend to their latest member. Meanwhile, the blonde Major watched the exchange with an amused smirk, shaking his head. 
"Only in our line of work, folks... Only in our line of work." He commented. "So, where's Brady?" The girl quickly changed the topic, her voice betraying no hint of the emotions churning within her, as she raised her guard higher than ever in the presence of her heartbreaker, masking the ache in her heart with a facade of nonchalance. "Brady, Major l/n here would like to have a word with you." The raven summoned him almost instantly. "Yes, Major." Sighed the man, striding over to her. "y/n l/n." She introduced herself, offering him a firm handshake. "John Brady. It's an honor to be a part of your crew, Major l/n." He spoke respectfully.
"Likewise, commander. But I must ask — how did you manage to lose the rest of the squadron?" 
"We uh, we got separated in the clouds. And um, then we had some kind of electrical failure, so we spent an hour just trying to get the wheel down." Explained the brunette. "Well, you know what they say... There are two kinds of pilots: those who've had a wheels-up landing, and those who will." She gave him a reassuring smile. "Seeking cover in clouds is my field of expertise; I'll be sure to get you there." She declared with a tone of unwavering confidence, her words carrying the weight of undeniable assurance, instilling a sense of trust in her abilities to navigate through even the most treacherous of skies.
"Major!" The voice belonging to Lemmons cuts them short as he rushes up to the group, fear etched deeply into his usually composed face. His urgent tone echoes with a sense of impending danger, commanding attention and injecting a formidable gravity into the atmosphere. "What is it?" Asked the raven, plunging out of his seat, ready to confront whatever threat loomed at their doorstep. "It looks worse than it is." Panted the blonde. "There's uh, there's blood on the nose of the fort, and we don't know where it's from..." He mumbled, rather concerned for the team that just evacuated. "Oh, that would be me..." y/n raised her arm, chuckling awkwardly. 
"The nose kinda high-fived in the head about a second before completely stopping."
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emerald-evans · 1 year
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so winter can find his way home
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pairing - curtis everett x woc!reader 
w/c - 1k
summary - curtis finds his way back to you 
warnings - 18+, reference to past trauma, mental health, mentions of physical violence, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort 
a/n - wow this is my first little curtis fic that isn’t just porn. this takes place at the end of snowpiercer, after the train crashed. now, I am a huge slut for the grumpy guy & sunshine girl trope, so this sort of embodies that. also, this is a standalone fic, but I’m thinking about expanding these two into their own little universe with other little drabbles. I hope you enjoy hehe :) 
also, a huge huge huge shout out to @jtargaryen18 Out of Darkness and @sweater-daddiesdumbdork Life is Short so Make it Sweet & Life After Snowpiercer & Wilford’s Demands, who are responsible for my obsession with this man LOL (everyone go check out their masterlist RIGHT. NOW.) 
::edit:: I started this like a year ago LMAO
Italics reference the past 
Please leave comment/reblog to let me know what you think! 
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Curtis was like this sometimes, cold and abashed. Disconnected. Like a stray animal newly taken away from it’s home. You knew not to pry, pushing him to open up will only cause him to shelter into himself to avoid engulfing you into his gloomy aura.
It was hard for Curtis to pull himself out of the dark memories that routinely plagued his brain. Reasonably so, the memories of the tail-end and crash of the train bonding his despair deep into his bones. It was all his fault, wasn’t it? 
He was the reason Edgar was dead. 
He was the reason the engine stopped. 
He was the reason his people are trying to survive in the remains of the train. 
“No”, you told him gently as you slowly cradled his face. Even after years together he still tried to hide his feelings from you. He was the reason the tail-end was now free. He was the reason Wilford was dead. And he was the reason they had a chance at life again. 
While only a few years older than you, you and Curtis met after you boarded the train. The initial chaos of the first few months on the train had left all many passengers in a state of frenzy and distrust. 
But you were something different weren’t you? Lending a helping hand where you could, and spending your days trying to keep the children occupied. In the beginning, you were truly just a child yourself, so how wise could one be at age of 15 anyway, you remarked. No, maybe you weren’t wise, Curtis thought. You are compassionate and determined, and you were his light. 
Curtis watched you as you tried the gather the children together to get into line. Sending each of them a gentle smile as you managed to bring them together. Your heart went out for them. Curtis saw it in your eyes. The love you had for these children, and your underlying fear for their future 
Yes, Curtis saw you. He had seen you before, helping out with the children as much as you could. Now he was really taking a look at you. Dark hair, the caramel-beige colour of your skin, and the radiant smile you would occasionally send his way when you caught him starring. The layers of your thick clothes hide your curves underneath. The same curves Curtis would eventually find himself caressing every night as you soundly slept against him in his tiny cot. 
He could hear Gilliam’s voice at the back of his mind. “Curtis, my boy. She would be good for you. We all deserve our little pieces of wonder even after all of this. Why don’t you just try?”. 
“You know why I can’t.” Curtis stoically whispers back. 
Yes. It is better to hold a woman with both hands 
He knew he didn’t deserve you, not after what he did. So he kept his distance. Separating himself for the four corners of the cold locomotive was easy enough. Their routine was never set in stone. Try to sleep, as the everlasting rumble of the train tracks keep their conscious wide awake through the night. 
You were such a light in their ever-evolving darkness, how would he ever make you happy? 
But love isn’t earned. Worthy is not something you have to be to deserve devotion from another. Curtis was learning this the hard way. 
What wasn’t hard? Loving you. It was so easy for him, it was so unlike their constant and familiar struggle it even made Curtis a little uncomfortable. You were well aware of his past, hell you were there living it with him. Yet, you always had the same gleam of hope and curiosity in your eyes when your gaze fell on him. 
While you were all surrounded by the trauma that came with living in the tail-end, it seemed so archaic for Curtis to have his dark days slow him down. After all, you had all suffered. He had to lead his people now. A few days after the crash, most of the residents of the tail end dispersed themselves through various rooms that were previously occupied by the front-end passengers. Luckily, one of the remaining passengers of the front-end had enough mechanical experience to fix the damaged back up generators that ran underneath the foundation of the train. Each section was equipped with enough energy to keep the water melting/recycling system and electricity running for the next year. After the explosion, a portion of the healthy men sought after whatever hints of life they would find outside the four walls of the train. To their surprise, the people were able to fall within a routine fairly quick. 
Even then, there is still work to be done, he would tell himself. 
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Your kisses. Your kisses gave him energy, he tells you.
You found him sitting on the thick cushion of the chair sitting in the corner of your dimly lit bedroom. Closing his eyes as you gently climb into his lap, he felt your fingers run up and down his arms before stopping to rest on his chest. You knew what he needed, Curtis retreated into himself enough times for you to help him pull himself out. 
He frowned as you climbed into his lap. Distancing himself from you to avoid pulling you into his darkness. Your fingers remained on his skin. Feeling the way his energy wants to be fed, wanting to find a friend. 
His body felt tense under the first press of your lips against his, posture rigid as an attempt to keep up his guard. His reluctant spirit slowly wafted away as you submerge yourself deeper into his greed. 
You made it hard for him to know anything else but you in moments like his. Your sounds, gasps, and hues. Just you. 
The press of his sweat-soaked skin against yours, gently rutting up into you as his heavy grunts fell out of his mouth into yours. 
“Open your eyes” You mumble against his lips. He cries out and does as you said. Pushing deeper, your hips snap against his.
He’s disoriented. Savouring the feelings of his warmth blossoming into your core, you stayed for a moment, chest-to-chest, breathing in each others air as you calmed down from your high. Slowly, he brought his unfocused vision up to you. His breath hitching when he finds a mirrored devotion in the decadent brown swirls of your eyes. I’m here with you, they seemed to say. 
Winter had found his way home. 
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I'll be honest, it was a lot of rereads this year because 1) I love rereading favs and 2) so many of the new books I read this year were just eh.
Total list with ratings below:
Wise Gals: The Spies Who Built the CIA and Changed the Future of Espionage by Nathalia Holt ⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Maid by Nita Prose ⭐️⭐️
Book Lovers by Emily Henry ⭐️⭐️
Hidden Pictures by Jason Rekulak ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Agent Josephine: American Beauty, French Beauty, British Spy by Damien Lewis ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Carry On by Rainbow Rowell ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Wayward Son by Rainbow Rowell ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Any Way the Wind Blows by Rainbow Rowell ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Pallbearer’s Club by Paul Tremblay ⭐️⭐️
Harry Potter and the Art of Spying by Lynn M. Boughey ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Golden Boys by Phil Stamper ⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Honeys by Ryan La Sala ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Lessons in Chemistry by Bonnie Garmus ⭐️⭐️⭐️
The 99 Boyfriends of Micah Summers by Adam Sass ⭐️
Teen Titans: Beast Boy Loves Raven by Kami Garcia and Gabriel Picolo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Teen Titans: Robin by Kami Garcia and Gabriel Picolo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Bad Gays: a Homosexual History by Huw Lemmey and Ben Miller ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
My Dearest Darkest by Kayla Cottingham ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Killers of a Certain Age by Deanna Raybourn  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Woman in the Window by A. J. Finn ⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Summer I Turned Pretty by Jenny Han ⭐️⭐️
It’s Not Summer Without You by Jenny Han ⭐️⭐️
We’ll Always Have Summer by Jenny Han ⭐️⭐️
Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Seige and Storm by Leigh Bardugo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Rise and Ruin by Leigh Bardugo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Everyone in My Family has Killed Someone by Benjamin Stevenson ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Rogues: True Stories of Grifters, Killers, Rebels, and Crooks by Patrick Raddon Keefe ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Dead End Girls by Wendy Heard ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Bravely by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Afterglow by Phil Stamper ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Good Girl, Bad Blood by Holly Jackson ⭐️⭐️⭐️
As Good as Dead by Holly Jackson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Monster’s Bones: The Discovery of T. Rex and How It Shook Our World by David K. Randall ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Five Survive by Holly Jackson ��️⭐️
Spell Bound by F.T. Lukens ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Murder Your Employer: The McMasters Guide to Homicide by Rupert Holmes ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Queer Principles of Kit Webb by Cat Sebastian ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
King of Scars by Leigh Bardugo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Fake Dates and Mooncakes by Sher Lee ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Carry On by Rainbow Rowell ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Wayward Son by Rainbow Rowell ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Any Way the Wind Blows by Rainbow Rowell ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
We Could Be So Good by Cat Sebastian ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
All the Crooked Saints by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
When Brooklyn was Queer by Hugh Ryan ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Final Girl Support Group by Grady Hendrix ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Something Wild and Wonderful by Anita Kelly ⭐️⭐️
Rule of Wolves by Leigh Bardugo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Real Queer America: LGBT Stories from Red States by Samantha Allen ⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Only One Left by Riley Sager ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Dream Thieves by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Blue Lily, Lily Blue by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Raven King by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Opal by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
So This is Ever After by F.T. Lukens ⭐️⭐️⭐️
One of Us is Lying by Karen M. McManus ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
One of Us is Next by Karen M. McManus ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
One of Us is Back by Karen M. McManus ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Liar City by Allie Therin ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
In Deeper Waters by F.T. Lukens ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Red White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Summer Sons by Lee Mandelo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The World Without Us by Alan Weisman ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Entangled Life by Merlin Sheldrake ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Seriously, Murder? by Monica Hoopes ⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Awakening by Kate Chopin ⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Drift by C. J. Tudor ⭐️⭐️
Scones and Scofflaws by Jane Gorman ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Two Boys Kissing by David Levithan ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Under the Whispering Door by TJ Klune ⭐️⭐️
The Salt Grows Heavy by Cassandra Khaw ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Ten Things That Never Happened by Alexis Hall ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Wolfsong by TJ Klune ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Funny You Should Ask by Elissa Sussman ⭐️⭐️
How to Sell a Haunted House by Grady Hendrix ⭐️⭐️
Small Favors by Erin A. Craig ⭐️⭐️⭐️
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The Haunting of Alejandra by V. Castro ⭐️⭐️
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offbranddrpepsi · 2 years
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I’ve always wonder on how the valorant agents react to their s/o losing control of their powers
prepare for angst because oh boy do i have thoughts
Brimstone
Brim reacts like a man who had lost someone would; utterly terrified. He would go through all the lengths he could in order to help them recover as well as prevent this from happening in the future. If there was no guarantee this wouldn't happen again and not be worse then he would push his partner to not use their powers, even forcing them out of the field if he had to.
Viper
She's a woman who hides her concern behind masks of anger and bitterness but when her S/O loses control that all falls away. She's frantic but aggressive, yelling at everyone to figure out what happened and why as well as if they are okay. May lock her S/O away for a bit until things are sorted for their own safety as well as others, she doesn't need another travesty or to lose her life again.
Cypher
He is entirely terrified but would take his partner out with a trip wire, dialing them up to eleven to give such a shock they are knocked unconscious. No one is allowed to touch his S/O until Sage has seen them, him watching them like a hawk. Depending on how severe everything was he may distance himself from his partner or practically force them out of the field as well as keep them from fully exerting their powers.
Breach
Without a thought Breach would make sure the team knows what is happening before he acts. He would work to contain the outburst to his best ability, even injuring his partner if it would mean stopping it or to keep them from hurting themselves. Would put his life on the line if it meant saving his S/O from their outburst. After words would work with his partner to help develop a plan of what to do if that happens again as well as apologizing for having to step in that way.
Killjoy
In the moment she is over whelmed but taking in all the information she can. She's the one telling Neon to zap you unconscious or yelling for Breach to concuss you to disrupt it. Is proactive with preventing future occurrences but is also understandably much more cautious around you. Would spend many sleepless nights creating her partner limiters to help control their power.
Reyna
She supports you pushing yourself but when things go wrong she acts quickly and disables you as best she can. She doesn't hold the outburst against you, defending you from any backlash and expressing it was a learning experience. Talks it through with you to help you identify if there was a distinct cause or limit so you can know your powers better, absolutely fights off anyone trying to impose artificial limiters on you or who try to stop you from using your gift.
Neon
Its happened to her so she knows how scared you are. Uses her electricity or frantically calls for one of the less lethal agents to help get you into a state you can't possibly use your powers. Cares for you after, never leaving your side and tending to any wounds you have. Shares her own experiences and constantly tells you that it wasn't your fault.
Raze
She doesn't know what to do when everything starts getting crazy, calling over comms that things went wrong and she needs help containing you. Feels guilty that she didn't know how to help but tries to make it up to you by helping you blow off steam. Stresses to everyone it wasn't your fault and that you didn't mean for that to happen, it was an accident that they should all move past
Phoenix
Similar to Raze but he is entirely consumed by fear before and after. He's worried sick about his S/O and is so stubborn the others have trouble keeping him away from them. Probably would have gotten himself hurt trying to calm them down or help but doesn't even realize it. Tears into anyone trying to shame them or make their partner seem like the villain or a danger to others. Honestly has a hard time believing his partner would ever hurt anyone on purpose and gets very upset when someone implies that
Yoru
Would, against his better judgement, pull his partner into the rift with him to contain it and make sure ONLY he was at risk. While it wouldn't be the best idea it would prove effective in at least keeping everyone safe until it was over or his partner fainted. If he got hurt he would shrug it off and refuse treatment unless it was really bad, turning all the attention to his partner. Wouldn't mention the event later unless they did, actually providing a shoulder to cry on and pushing them to stay with him for a while until they are mentally okay.
Skye
Does what ever is in her power to stop it even if it means throwing herself at them. Uses all of her animals to keep the area locked down as well as keep her partner mostly cornered, trusting the others to help get them to a state where they aren't capable any more. Console her partner after and becomes protective of them, even defending them to Brim if she has to. Would ask her partner to take some time off for their health, both mental and physical.
Kay/o
Our beloved bot has flashbacks to the war and without hesitation uses his skillset to subdue them albeit with a bit of dread. Has a hard time with the conflict between his duty to subdue radiants and his loyalty to his partner. Isn't afraid of it happening again as he knows he can handle it despite it maybe stinging a bit.
Astra
Concusses her partner then works on bringing them back to their sense. Would take them on a calm trip or a meditation break to help ground them as well as address what went wrong. She handles everything logically, reasonably, and doesn't freak out at all.
Fade
Understands that her partner must be subdued or taken out, which ever is the quickest way to an end. With deep regret turns her nightmares on them in an attempt to make them faint or fall into a dreamless rest. Later would be talking through it with her partner to make sure their fears didn't fester and become problems
Sova
The moment the mission was placed at stake he would take it upon himself to stop his partner, even killing them if it was needed. He would rush them to Sage after, having her heal or revive them as needed then would almost demand they take time out of the field if not leave entirely. He wont admit it but the event scared him and he doesn't want you putting yourself or others at risk needlessly. Sova would even sacrifice his relationship if it meant his partner didn't have to push their powers that far again.
Sage
Would push her, as well as everyone elses, powers to their limit to avoid having to temporarily kill her partner to stop it. If it can be contained without bloodshed she would be much more happy than the alternative but knows that she may have to make the decision to end their life if only for a moment. Cares for her partner to help them recover while pulling all the strings she could to get them any help or devices to prevent a future occurrence, probably even pushing for them to take a break to train more.
Omen
Omen is almost cold with his partner when their powers go haywire. He can't do much with his own powers to help besides keep an eye on them or blind them. He would be one of the ones to tell his team to go ahead and pull the trigger if needed but ONLY if it was needed, preferring his partner is injured over dead. May be a bit harsh after words and directly tell his partner they don't belong on the front lines if the can't control themselves. Would be open to training more with them or pushing them to train themselves to help contain everything
Jett
Alerts everyone before engaging herself and going the route of least harm to stop her partner. Immediately vetos any decision that could risk their life or cause them anything more than a minor injury. Once everything is said and done she would take blame for any excess damage done due to her stopping any more brutal methods that may have proved quicker in ending her partners rampage. Advocates for them and constantly insists they aren't any more of a danger than any of the others, getting hostile if she has to.
Chamber
Chamber hangs onto love dearly and hates having to do it but would not hesitate to pull the trigger on his partner. He makes it as painless as he can, even wasting a sniper shot to ensure they don't have to suffer. He would take the time to notify the team and assess the situation before deciding it was best to take their life, trying to find a quick alternative if at all possible. Stands aside as Sage preforms her work and fully owns up to being the one that put an end to the outburst, telling his partner while he didn't wish to he had to and views it as the best decision one could have made in the moment. Would very gradually shove his partner out of the field or out of situations that use their powers, even providing them incentives not to. He becomes a very silent form of over protectiveness that may push them away from him in the end.
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Unique Destinations Enterprise has a website update! 7/31/2023
UniqueDestinations.org has posted an open letter to both chambers of the United States Congress. The Letter may be found on the Director's Den page, found off the About Us page. We are reposting the Letter below, for transparency.
To: the Honorable members of the United States Senate, and House of Representatives, with special acknowledgements to Senators: Schumer; Gillibrand; and Kelly. And special acknowledgement to Representatives: Jeffries; Raskin; Garcia; Porter; Ocasio-Cortez; Goldman; Schiff; and Swalwell.
(I forgot about the ‘summer break’,… this small business owner has not had a day off in 942 days, so vacations kind of slip my mind.)
What would I have Congress be aware about?
This letter/petition/address is about as unusual, as unusual gets.
Please,… indulge me – and read the following words. I am an American citizen. I am a U.S. Marine veteran. I have connections to 14 post-secondary institutions – (so far.) I am a past collegiate valedictorian, and an ‘Employee of the Year’,  but that is not to say that I am not without faults, and failings. – I failed out of my first college. I've spent a long time, learning – hard (and expensive) lessons. I am the small business owner of: A Urumalli, U Macinasar, G Entum – Unique Destinations Enterprise EIN: XX-XXX3096 an online company that has been available for the world to view, without any financial burden being incurred by the public, since December 31. 2020.
56 months ago, while virtually exploring this beautiful planet, as I was taking ‘snapshots’ of many interesting places – for possible future scrutiny and potential rock-hounding/exploring – I captured an image – I hadn’t counted on observing.
At first,… I had been intrigued – by a possible 15 C. ship wreck,… – and I had been moved to reach out to communicate with a local university, regarding a possible expedition. It was only after several days, that I came to notice, the object – that has come to occupy – all – of my mind.
It took me two years of deepest (and solitary) – contemplation, (and working with three web developers), before I was able to turn my website 'on'.
The funding for the website had originally come from my mother’s ‘pin’ money, as she did not want me to part with my most valuable rock specimens on eBay. And,… the last monies I had needed for the website – she had given me on January 18th, 2020 – two hours before she fell – and broke her femur – and began a three-month horror of agonizing pain, in three nursing homes, before succumbing at home, as I watched her – helpless – knowing she passed needlessly – for a simple – lack – of water.
She was a WONDERFUL woman. A wife, mother, nurse, artist, gardener, and my sounding board. She was a ‘Super Woman’.
My mother had believed in me – and I had dreamed such dreams -for – my folks.  I had been envisioning, a happy old life for them, (what with my ‘amazing‘ news, helping make affordable – a wonderful enriched sunset) to pass their days!
Now,… my dad carries on – like a battleship,… tough and durable – yet slow to move. I have taken over his care – from my mother – and – besides making sure that he is fed, clothed, kept clean and comfy,… I am left – (self)tasked – with trying to bring ‘change’ to the world.
I formed a company around an idea – intellectual conceptualization – aka intellectual property. The ‘idea’ that I could inform the planet, of – something – truly ‘remarkable’, and – that, in the doing,… I might be ‘elevated’ financially – into the class of deep-pocket philanthropists.
This has been my dream – It is in my company’s name. A Urumalli, U Macinasar, G Entum – Unique Destinations Enterprise – Aurum Allium Acinas Argentum / Golden Onion Seed Money.
It was my ‘projection‘ that with my company’s financially ‘successful’ roll-out,… I would have other interesting places to offer for exploration,  but now – will also – have the wherewithal – to assist others – with their – dreams.
I was contemplating have the funds to help provide for a Nursing scholarship/ school/ hospital wing/ (something – to honor my mom.) I foresaw helping with business start-ups, education assistance,  homeless assistance programming, and those with birth defects and physical handicaps.
I have entertained such extravagant dreams, and spent long hours – ‘imagining’ without restrictions – wondering what could ‘be’ – if money – was not an object,  (as a lottery winner, might dream upon.)
This dreaming has not been empty. I have been able to dream to the maximum, aided by the ‘mojo‘ contained in my IP data.
The challenge I face now – is moving beyond just words and images on a page, and moving into –  purposeful, productive, progressive action,  – and – financial evolution.
My company emphasized only being able to point to where to look. What actually is – ‘there’ –  at the coordinates – has yet to be determined.
This information, has lived in my skull for 56 months. At present, my company has only incurred expenses. It had been known to me that I currently reside on the far-left side, of the ‘economic’ bell curve, and the ‘potentiality’ of my intellectual property,… would have me relocated on – the opposite ‘shore’. (I foresee no ‘in-between’.)
I have long felt like I am living in a fairy tale – on the order of ‘Jack and the Beanstalk’. I believe I have a golden goose – a gift – that keeps on giving,… and,… I am left,… finding a way,… to get – to the market.
Let me reiterate, my company and I know nothing  of what was testified to at the House Oversight Committee meeting on UAP, that was held on 7/26/2023.
I know nothing about what is being reported – being seen moving around in the sky, these days – the ‘tic-tacs’, cubes, or fuzzy balls.
What my company CAN PROVIDE UNDERSTANDING UPON, regards – something – that looks to have happened  – AGES – ago.
This is the intellectual property, that has shaped my Unique Destinations Enterprise.
I offered the ‘directions – to a dream’, and the ‘coordinates – of copious cogitation‘.
I offered the GPS coordinates that could give a well-heeled adventurer – an ‘experience of a lifetime!‘
My Presentation was not without hiccups, but We sought, (and have made), improvements, over the time –  striving to permit clearest comprehension – in 104 languages – the words, that have been written – and the imagery, I have been able to post.
My 1st GPS Sale attempt, lasted 775 days, closing on Valentine’s Day, 2023 – (with me retaining the IP data.)
While trying to ‘sort-out’ my ‘next’ step,… I have had to compose two open letters to NASA, create social media posts, mow the lawn, weed the garden, and to get a small merchandise item available for offer to the public – (potentially permitting me the first income from my 56 months of laboring!)
As I had stated before, I cannot talk of things – floating around – today.
I can only provide insight – into something that (maybe) happened – Yesterday – – something – of interest – to everyone – ‘ancient‘ – as History – (maybe).
The information that I can impart – is something – for all people, not only to those living in America.
This was my construct – to SHARE new information with everyone, – to permit humanity, a ‘chance’, to move into ‘tomorrow’ – (in a forward, up-lifted fashion.)
I have recently communicated a letter to NASA regarding their AARO UAP Inquiry Development Framework meeting that was presented on 5/31/2023. This letter, was actually the ‘second’ note created, to discuss that meeting. I have posted this ‘open letter’  – on tumblr, and on Our website on the Director’s Den page, found on the About Us page.
I am well aware of the phrase – ‘not wanting to sound the fool‘. – I have little tolerance for ‘BS’. My experience with asthma has left me with zero tolerance for folk who would purposely spew false or inflammatory nonsense. I would rather spend my precious breath trying to speak as clearly and truly, as possible – than to be thought of – as one who spouts – ‘gibberish’.
Unique Destinations Enterprise and UniqueDestinations.org can put the eye upon something very interesting – I (believe) some ‘things’ that can point US – (all humanity) to a place of new understandings, growth and development, or,… it will point – to one of the biggest fools – to ever ‘self-disclose’. Sincerely, The CEO/COB of Unique Destinations Enterprise and UniqueDestinations.org
@arimelber @neildegrassetysonofficial Gentlemen, I am including you for continuity, (and because you might be able to point some important eyes, to Our website!) - (Thank you in advance!)
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DEADLY WOMEN DAILY: JOLLY JANE
Meet Jolly Jane. This woman has a story that kind of makes you scratch your head and wonder, why did she do what she did? Was she just a scorned woman who wanted to take her anger and frustration out on any man that she could? Or was she always just a deadly woman, who didn’t ever really need a reason to kill? Let's begin with her story.
Jane was born in 1854 and raised in Boston, Massachusetts. Her original name was actually Honora Kelly, the daughter of a lower middle class couple. Jane’s childhood was much less than satisfactory. Her mother died of tuberculosis when she was still an infant, leaving her and her three older siblings to be raised by their father, who turned into an alcoholic after the loss of his wife, and unfortunately he grew to be quite insane. Let me paint a picture for you of how mentally unstable this man truly was… Imagine coming home and seeing your parents sitting on the ground with a needle and thread, trying to sew their own eye-lids shut. Yeah.. Traumatizing. His insanity, along with the alcoholism made him very abusive towards his children, and as you could imagine, left them in a very toxic household. But he apparently had enough sanity to know that he wasn’t giving his children a good life, and took his two youngest children, Jane and Delia, to the Boston Female Asylum. However, another story states that the authorities actually rescued them from their abusive father. I suppose the two older children were old enough to make their own decisions to stay or not, and I’m not sure why exactly they’d choose to stay behind in a home like that. Anyway, it’s reported that Delia ended up becoming a prostitute, but Jane found work and a local house as a house maid when she was nearly ten years old. The owner of the house, Ann C. Toppan never officially adopted Jane, but still raised her as if she were her own daughter. Jane spent so much time with this family, that she decided to take their last name, Toppan. She even started having a close relationship with their daughter Elizabeth, as they were both close in age and went to school together. She even ended up meeting a boy in her senior year of high school, and they fell in love.
You must be thinking, “wow, Jane’s in a new home with a kind and loving family, she’s going to school, she’s making friends, she has a job, she’s in a relationship, things are going really well for her!” WRONG. Her youth of happiness only lasted a short while. It all started on her wedding day, when her fiance broke off the engagement and left her at the altar. Obviously Jane felt devastated by this. The man she loved and envisioned her life with just left her, and in the most embarrassing way possible. Following this was a string of multiple failed relationships, leaving Jane to feel like she was truly incapable of being loved or wanted by any man. This explains the decisions she makes in the future. 
Jane began training as a nurse in the Cambridge Hospital in 1885. She had a very bubbly and caring personality, so she was given the nickname Jolly Jane by her patients and co-workers. But she had a dark secret inside her that no one knew about, or could even understand. She started to use her most vulnerable patients for experiments. She gave these men high doses of morphine, and when they lost consciousness, she laid next to them in their bed. There’s no reports that stated whether or not she had sexual relations with them in that state, but she did admit that she got a sexual arrousal from laying next to slowly dying men, and she admitted to fodling them as they slowly died. She also apparently wanted to see their souls through their eyes, whatever that means. Anyway, time goes on, and Jane seems to spend much more time with her patients than any other nurse does, (for reasons we now know), people just thought that she was just really good at her job. That and including her pleasant personality, she was transferred to the Massachusetts Hospital in 1889. Due to the size of the hospital, and how many other people worked there compared to the last one she worked at, Jane couldn’t keep her strange behaviors a secret for too long. She was fired from there within a year, and afterwards tried going back to her old job at Cambridge Hospital, and she did for a short period of time. What she wasn’t aware of though, is that the Massachusetts hospital gave them a report of what she was up to while working for them, so they kept an extra close on her when they re-employed her. Of course, she was caught red-handed overdosing a patient and was fired again. After that, 
Jane was getting tired of being fired and having to be extra sneaky all the time, and wanted to change up her career a little bit to something a little more secretive… She became a private nurse. Yep. She now gets to take care of patients in their own homes, with no one watching her. She actually flourished with her new career as a private nurse. However, over some time, her instincts became more horrific. She killed her first two victims in 1985, while working for her landlord Israel Dunham and his wife. According to Jane, they were giving her a lot of trouble, so instead of quitting and finding a new household to work for, she decided to poison them both. I mean, makes sense right? Yeah.. Not really. 
Jane took a two year break between her second and third murder, but her third victim was extremely shocking. Jane decided to kill her former foster sister Elizabeth! She was sick at the time and Jane opted to care for her sick sister. But.. Did she really wanna care for her because she loved her and wanted her to get better? Of course not! Jane was jealous of Elizabeth. Elizabeth was beautiful, had a wonderful life, but most importantly, she was married. When Jane laid her eyes on this man, she was instantly smitten. She somehow became in love with this man, and she wanted him all to herself. So naturally, she had to get rid of Elizabeth… and she did. After the death of Elizabeth, Jane tried to seduce her husband, and it failed miserably. Even if he was attracted to Jane, what person would want to immediately get in between the sheets with someone else right after the death of their partner? Especially their partner's sibling? Yikes! This further proves that sexual frustration played a major part in the decline of her mental health. She killed another one of her elderly patients, Mary Mcnear, in 1899 by poisoning her, which lead to the ongoing trail of murders. She was able to take 30 lives by the 1990, without anyone tracing these murders back to her. This lady was good at covering her tracks.
That was until 1901, where her final kill would be her downfall. She decided to poison another elderly couple, Mattie and Alden Davis, and their daughter Minnie. But their family was not going to just let this suspicious event slide. Sure, maybe she could’ve gotten away with killing the elderly couple, as they were indeed old and sick, but their daughter as well? No, that’s some fishy business. The family demanded a full toxicology report for Minnie, and they found poison in her system. 
Jane was instantly arrested on October 29th, 1901. In 1902 Jane finally confessed to have killed 31 people, but authorities believe there were probably many more than that. She also stated something that shocked the nation, “I wanted to kill more people, helpless people, than any other man or woman who ever lived.” I guess 31 deaths just wasn’t good enough for her. During the trial, Jane told the court that she was not insane, but later asked her lawyer to try and convince the jury that she was actually insane. Even though she claimed to be sane earlier in the trial, she was somehow still declared insane and was sentenced to spend the rest of her life in Taunton Insane Hospital. She died on October 29th, 1938 at the age of 84.
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Wrote this last year: Her heart was young, her mind however was very old. Ancient. For many years. Nearly four decades to be exact; she had acted as a standing overseer-a mother figure to her own heart.
She might be 36 in natural years; but one look into her eyes and you will know that she has lived more and experienced much in that time. She is young, but she is also very wise beyond her years.
She has prayed for countless youth. The young people she has prayed for-the Lives that Jesus spoke through her. She saw many young people transformed in the loving presence of King Lord Jesus. She has seen Jesus work the impossible in many. She has led many teams. She has been a spiritual mother to many; and she’s also a spiritual grandmother 👵🏼, too.
Yup, the woman-I speak of, is none other than, I.
Looking back, the incredible journey Jesus has taken me on has been exhilarating, exciting, thrilling, and at other times gripping the seat and white knuckling it through the amazing adventures and harrowing rollercoaster 🎢 rides.
I’ve stated this many, many times. That it is surely by Jesus wonderful and loving, saving grace alone..that I am alive.
Jesus is the reason I’m here.
He has seen me through all my laughter and all of my tears.
Every day, Jesus has something brand new.
Most
Don’t know this,
But, I prayed for my future husband-on my knees in prayer for that whole year in 2012, daily. Jesus had me journal and pray. Long before..I even knew my husband’s face, I asked Jesus to speak to me about my husband’s heart. Jesus would speak, I’d write✍🏼 and I’d cry 😭. And, I’d pray 🤲. Jesus spoke to me about Michael Wolf 🐺 heart 💜. He told me that he loved Jesus with all his heart. He told me that he was a psalmist. I knew deep down he’d be a worshiper who loved Jesus deeply. Jesus saw the love story for Michael and I, long in advance before I even knew that Jesus had a plan. Jesus knew.
I don’t even know why I’m fully awake writing ✍🏼 this right now. All I know, is this; I can’t sleep at the moment: and even writing ✍🏼 this. I feel led to pray 🙏🏼 in the spirit.
Jesus is at work.
Much will
Soon take place
There are two sides. At w a r with one another. Eternity will soon be in sight
Much is coming.
The darkness will
Never win.
All things Jesus is bringing restoration in sight.
Light is coming.
The light has already surely won 🏆
It’s time for the people of Jesus to pray as in such a way-that they’ve never even prayed before. Much is shifting. Much is shaking.
There is so much that is very soon on the way.
You’ve seen absolutely nothing yet.
For what’s coming.
Is very mighty
The glory of
Jesus is weighty.
It’s a heavy newer realms of glory
Don’t mock
What you don’t know.
Jesus has a plan. He has always had a plan.
Much is coming.
There’s the day.
And very soon-it’ll be night.
Aslan is coming back soon on the s c e n e.
All eyes shall very soon see the King of all kings and the Lord of lords.
Jesus is not yet done with the pretty kingdom of the lands of the shining sea 🌊 to sea. The USA 🇺🇸-you surely do see.
Pray now. And pray hard.
Thanks for reading. Don’t stop 🛑 praying 🙏🏼
Jessica
Jessica Wolf
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nicetrynicetry · 2 months
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Saturday and I’m walking through Bloomsbury, scratching at the hair growing back from getting waxed, checking nobody has this in their sight line, and bewitched for the millionth time by my own city. There are streets I still haven’t walked down before, dozens of buildings new to me but old to the eyes of time. Thank god, in a way, for the strict rules dictating what one can do to an old structure in London. When the rules are imposed on the interior of your home, it’s a nightmare. But in return you get to walk from postcode to postcode knowing it hasn’t really changed since the 1800s. Perhaps a woman back then took the same route on the way to get hammered by a mechanical dildo to relieve her hysteria. Subtract the promises that an establishment takes Apple Pay and the strip lighting, and you really never know. I have been at home all day by the time I take this walk at night, watching heinous videos about Hamas and migrant detention centres on the US border and addiction to “tranq” and developing a headache. C is running late to visit, citing a “bike oil / white fleece jacket emergency”. In the end I pick him up from Hackney Road, and we drive to the petrol station and he teaches me, as promised, how to put air in my car tires. I film every step of the process closely so I don’t forget a detail, and wonder whether it looks to a passerby like we are content creators for a niche car-based TikTok account. Little do they know I’m just a nervous young lady tormented by car ownership. V will later proclaim that C is my dad. “He teaches you everything a dad should, and he wants to fuck your mother”, she explains
C and I sit at my dining table and smoke as it gets dark, I open my blinds to let in the remainder of the daylight, we see a parakeet in a tree, several people walk past and peer in. They are watching us watch a video that british chef Jamie Oliver made in his early years, where he cooks along to a song he recorded instructing the listened on making lamb curry. The best and worst pet is that he sings in a Jamaican accent. I always forget how on-display you are on my terrace, either to ambitious future homeowners or crack addicts lightly casing the joint. I realise when I finally close the blinds after C leaves that someone saw me attempt to take 11 selfies holding the flowers A sent because he was “feeling romantic”. I don’t know what is more embarrassing - being flooded with gifts with no occasion to warrant them and that I feel at my core I don’t deserve…or being caught learning to take tasteful yet grateful yet sexy photos of myself near said gifts. I’m also keenly aware that I don’t have A’s LA address and so can’t return the favour. C assures me it’s not a competition and that this is sometimes what men do for women
So I walk in aforementioned bewitched state through architectural heaven to dinner with V and A (different A). Important rule to break: if you don’t go to the studio, you are still allowed to go out and have fun the same evening. Perhaps breaking it is what feels so good, and not the architecture. Still. E is at the table when I arrive but swiftly leaves to hang out with someone V and I find annoying. I tell the table how stressed out I am by L and her toxic brand of friendship. We had agreed to deliver the painting I owed her in return for the music video she made me, to her home at 3pm today. I want nothing less than to be in touch with her again, but it felt important to make good on the trade so that she can’t accuse me of owing her anything down the line. R at the gallery texts to say that there was nobody at the house when the painting arrived. L is uncontactable for two hours subsequently, then swamps our iMessage thread with a mix of fake apology and somehow blaming me for not adequately responding to an earlier text, or misunderstanding her needs. Short of copy and pasting the receipts here (which I will eventually when I’m in a less discreet mood, and in their entirety from 2021-present) I am struggling to explain just how twisted it all becomes. I skim most of the texts for the buzzwords I’m used to from her. Words that are heavy duty and yet mean nothing when used this way
By the time we eat, and A is explaining to V how Morpheus8 treatments could protect her neck from sagging in the next ten years, I have forgotten my troubles. Debating a facelift isn’t an issue for me for at least two decades, and the food is good, and the restaurant music is weird. A invites me to stay with her at the chateau in LA if my romantic situation goes tits up at the end of February. I have rarely tested this theory, but I think A might be a very good person to flee to should the worst happen. She knows suffering. She has had covid 9 times. I pay, and we are kicked off our table so another party can be seated. V and I walk to the bus stop and regret this transport choice when two loud European men vape and grunt and make other disgusting and mildly sexual bodily noises two rows behind us. “Next time a black cab”, V says
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To her brother Tiburce, who had gone to seek his fortune in far-off lands, Berthe announced her marriage as follows, in a letter of January, 1875:
“My dear Tiburce: Eugéne tells me that this is the day the mail goes off and for fear of missing another opportunity of writing to you, I am scribbling a few words in haste. The thought of you has obsessed me for several weeks, mon pauvre ami; where are you, what are you doing? I should give a great deal to know these things, and even more to be able to contribute in some way to your happiness. As for myself, I have been married a month now; it's strange, isn't it? T went through that great ceremony without the least pomp, in a dress and a hat, like the old woman that I am, and without guests.
“Since then I have been awaiting developments, but up to now luck has not favoured us much. The trip to Constantinople, so definite, so certain at first, is no longer so. I must not complain, however, since I have found an honest and excellent man, who I think loves me sincerely. I am facing the realities of life after living for quite a long time in chimeras that did not give me much happiness — and yet, thinking of my mother, I wonder if I have really done my duty. All these questions are complicated, and it is not easy, for me at least, to distinguish clearly between the right and the wrong.
“Mother is at Cambrai with Yves; she will have written to you, I think. She is there, poor woman, seeking a little peace of mind that she does not find. Her sorrows are not appeased by time, and you, my dear friend, you are a great cause of anxiety to her.
“How long it is since we heard from you! Today is January 24, a sad day, the anniversary of the death of poor father. How my heart tightens at the thought of these last years that were so agonizing, of his long suffering, and how I regret that 1 did not know how to ease his last moments!
“No, you see, my dear Tiburce, life is too short — we cannot afford to live so far from one another. Come back . . . unless you are getting rich, since that wretched thing, money, represents perfect happiness.
“Edma is still at Passy with her two babies and her husband; she has  again been very ill; decidedly the state of her health has been very precarious since her last confinement.“Do not take too many risks with your own health; you know that in the long run those climates are murderous. At times 1 have a kind of vague hope that you are on your way back home, and since I have never lost my faith in your future I can see you here, writing and making money, which is the ultimate goal of success... Where did you meet with Louis C—? Recently he has praised you to the Duchess Colonna in the most glowing terms: you are a genius . .. those are the words he used. Itis a pity that such praise does not come from someone else; but never mind, it is the fools who run the world — one must not scorn them too much. Are you still interested in your country'spolitics?”
A little later she wrote to him again:
“My dear Tiburce: I am writing to you today for the last time —at least, that is my ardent wish. I should like to know that you are already en route, far from that dreadful climate, and ready to return to us. Mother has sent me your letter; I read it with much emotion, realizing how much you have suffered and how sick you still are. Take care of yourself, be prudent; the change of air will do the rest.
“How we are looking forward to seeing you again, to be talking with you about so many extraordinary adventures! We'll make you relate them in detail. Then you will replace me a little at the side of poor mother, whom I have deserted; she will even benefit a great deal from the change, for our téte-4-téte has not been gay. You will give her new life.
“I  am just as confident of your future here; do not be distressed because you are returning empty-handed. Life is full of sudden changes; let us hope that this time they will be favourable for you.”
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MINDS AND BODIES
We are all unique: in our bodies, our minds and our identities. Despite being so diverse, we sometimes depict one body-shape or way of thinking as being normal, even though few of us would describe ourselves in this way.
What do we see when we look at ourselves or at other people? Why do we sometimes act as if we value some lives more than others? The works in this section explore these preconceptions and their consequences. Together, they challenge assumptions about disability and difference.
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Ruth DeSouza
Deborah Kelly and collaborators
Collaged photograph, 2014-18
From No Human Being is Illegal (in all our glory)
This portrait comes from a series created collaboratively in over many months of open workshops. Participants collaged each image to reflect the subject's identity, concerns, dreams or life story. Ruth De Souza, depicted here, is a nurse and health researcher who is passionate about feminist and anti-racist theory, cuisine and colour. She was born in Tanzania to Goan parents and grew up in New Zealand.
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Everything is OK (beach)
Antoine Catala
Wood, foam, pump, silicon, 2017
The appearing and disappearing text make this slogan seem fragile. Perhaps instead of being confident that "everything is okay" we start to question it. When young,
Catala found it difficult to read emotions and his work often explores the potential for misunderstanding in a digital world.
This piece invites questions: what are we really feeling? And how fixed are those states of mind
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Callum
There was no history of Hodgkin lymphoma and of cancers in anyone as young as me in my family, full stop. The thing I always think about though was that I've now made a family history of sorts; something that future generations will probably have to tick a box for on a medical form for years to come. Cancers got a legacy of its own, whether you accept it or not.
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Transparent Woman (Anatomical Figure)
Unknown designer
Plastic, wire, c.1980 (restored in 2006)
Stiftung Deutsches Hygiene-Museum Dresden
Press the buttons on this 1980s anatomical model to see different organs light up around the body. The aim is to teach anatomy but such figures can also reinforce ideas about what is 'normal:
There is no scope in a single model to represent differences - this is a generic woman' rather than an individual.
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Magic Circle Variation
Rogan Brown
Laser cut paper, 2018
Bacteria are around us and inside us: a teeming ecosystem which, together with viruses and fungi, makes up our microbiome.
Made from paper, Rogan Brown's intricate sculpture imagines what it might be like for us to see such a microbial community close-up: a kaleidoscope of repeating patterns and natural forms.
Here, we are invited to wonder at this complex hidden world.
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YARA FLOR in Future State: Wonder Woman #1 (2021) | art by Joelle Jones
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