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LNC: JESS MARIANO edition
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nowritingonthewall · 1 year
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LNC: Steven Grant Edition (insp)
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sapphic-lottienat · 6 months
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lnc: robin buckley edition <3
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teartra · 1 year
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Percy Jackson (and the other normal TV series, really): here’s the casting announcement! We’re going to film the show in a few months
Lockwood and co: here’s the casting announcement! Wait you don’t agree with our casting choice? The filming is DONE so… here’s the poster, release date, and trailer!
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sixminutestoriesblog · 7 months
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the London Necropolis
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It was 1850 and London had a problem.
All right. London had a lot of problems in the 1850s. Thanks to the Industrial Revolution, London had seen its population boom so quickly that the city didn't have time to make room for everyone. Housing developments and slums sprang up seemingly overnight, cramming as many people into a warren of rooms, and partitioned off rooms. as could be fit. Poverty ran rampant, cholera outbreaks swept through districts regularly, the conditions in the factories, where small children were often also employed, were deadly and the environment itself was a lung-clogging morass of soot and sewage. Some made their fortunes and managed to rise through the layers of society but many simply hung on to the bottom rungs of it for as long as they could before their hands were wrenched off to make way for others. And that didn't just apply to the living.
The dead didn't know rest either.
It didn't take long for the graveyards of London to hit full capacity with the population influx. Even with the body snatchers, working to retrieve bodies for local hospitals and schools as well as even more unsavory employers almost as soon as the grieving family left the plot, couldn't keep up with the massive amount of bodies that needed to be buried in the local cemeteries week after week, month after month, year after year. The problem grew to the point that gravediggers, hitting older coffins would simply continue digging, tossing rotted wood and whatever body parts were left into the dirt pile behind them, making room for the newest arrival in the plot. Graves got so shallow that the bare layer of dirt over them easily washed away and utterly failed to keep what was slowly decaying in the boxes covered. Church goers learned to bring perfume covered handkerchiefs to Sunday services, if they were lucky, to hold over their noses the entire time, trying to blot out the smell seeping under the doors and into the confined interiors of the buildings. Flies and other, even more unpleasant, scavengers were impossible to get rid of, lured by the ease of a quick meal and a place to take up residence. Health inspectors, and many Londoners of the time, blamed the miasma rising from the graveyards for many of the disease outbreaks that swept through the city. Something had to be done.
An amendment was passed in 1852 prohibiting most new burials in the more populous sections of London. The problem was - where did you put the bodies then?
In 1832, the Magnificent Seven, seven large plots of land outside London, had been remade into cemeteries. One business group had higher aspirations than that though. In 1854, the Brookwood Cemetery, the largest cemetery of the time, opened for business. It soon became know by a different name.
The London Necropolis.
And the London Necropolis Railway was there to make sure everyone, dead and alive, found safe transportation there.
Railroads and their trains were still new at that time. Loud and noisy, belching steam and smoke into the air, trains weren't seen as a dignified way for the dead to travel to their final resting place and eternal peace. Worse yet, travel by train might lead to a mixing of the classes, dead as well as living (gasps of alarm and swooning!). Who wanted their sweet genteel maiden aunt's body to ride in the same cargo car as some low level rake's corpse?! Why it was undignified (and very against the social divisions of the time)! Even in death, standards must be applied.
Trains, however noisy and undignified, did offer a distinct advantage. They were cheap. And they ran regularly on a schedule you could plan around, daily in fact, including Sundays. As for social distinctions - well, the LNC had a solution for that too. Depending on the money you were willing to spend, the rail offered first, second, and third class funerals, with separate train cars for each class, living or dead. Knowing that most passengers from other stations would be reluctant to ride a train that had carried dead bodies, the LNC bought new cars and engines specifically for the job, kept separate from the other routes of train travel. They laid track specifically for the job as well, so that only the necropolis trains traveled to one of the two separate stations in Brookwood Cemetery. Mourners left the Waterloo Station in London and road the train, with their unique luggage, to either the Southern Anglican Station or the Northern Station, where the 'nonconformist' section of the burial plots were. While the trains originally only ran for funerals, enough mourners wanted to return for visits to the graves of their loved ones and eventually, after about ten years, the LNC built a third station for that purpose. Almost immediately, a small hub of shops and services sprang up around the new station to cater to, and prey on, the arriving mourners. For fifty years, until 1900, the funeral trains ran on schedule, ferrying bodies, and their loved ones, back and forth between London and the Necropolis. Even after that time, the trains still ran 'as needed' until, finally, in 1941 the London Necropolis station was bombed during the London Blitz. It was the final blow to an already declining system. The station was never rebuilt.
By the 1950s, funeral trains were almost obsolete and the last one in England carried its lonely cargo in 1979. By 1988, the British Railway didn't carry coffins anymore. Time, and more efficient methods, had passed the Necropolis funeral trains by. The tracks overgrew with weeds where they weren't torn up for scrap and the only wistful train whistle left to linger in the chill evening air at the grey and abandoned gates was the long, low ghost of a memory.
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leverageclips · 22 days
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Me, the second I saw the Librarians: New Chapter news
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They would find each other in any universe
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eldorr · 1 year
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nonconforming
I love being gender nonconforming, pronoun nonconforming, sex nonconforming, AGAB/ASAB nonconforming, and label nonconforming.
I fucking love being an annoying enigma. I love being a stain on simplicity. I fucking love destroying language.
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casadefreewill · 2 years
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Daily Fics
(Fics I read throughout the day yesterday and enjoyed)
The Chat Came Back by LNC ( @lnc2 )
Every witch needs a familiar but this was a little much.
Hnnngggf Ugh I love this AU so much. Unfinished and last updated in 2019 so probably won’t be finished but a very good witch/familiar au. Adrien was cursed into a cat due to his father pissing off a witch, the curse breaks and now he and Marinette have to figure out their new dynamic.
Edit: I have been informed that nothing is abandoned, they are just sick
★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆
Linked Together (As Partners and More) by chatonne-rousse (thefullbeaumonty) ( @chatonne-rousse )
Adrien now knows the identity of Marinette's mysterious friend (spoiler alert: it's him, in magical black leather). He also knows that his beloved friend is none other than his beloved partner.
What he doesn't know is the name of the boy she loves, nor does he know how to tell her what he's discovered.
One more revelation makes things clear, and one more gift will share the truth of his heart.
Aww this one is adorable ❤️
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yloiseconeillants · 2 years
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and then he spent every evening after lights out sneaking into the woods to train w/ him
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raspberryzingaaa · 1 year
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Alright, watching this Lockwood show. Glad its 11 in the morning.
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nowritingonthewall · 1 year
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LNC: Marc Spector Edition (insp)
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thebratcat · 2 years
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I finally reached minimum 50 on all combat classes with Misto. As a treat I now have custom glam sets for them all so I did a little fashion shoot for them.
I need to get to bed so I’ll upload the class specific sets sometime this month
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teartra · 1 year
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I’m screaming like the staircase
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fmarkets · 2 months
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Lincoln National Corporation Plummets: Fourth Quarter Earnings Bring Significant Losses https://csimarket.com/stocks/news.php?code=LNC&date=2024-02-23141620&utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr
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