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awheckery · 1 year

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DEATH TW and mentions of murder so if that is triggering for you don’t read, but if it’s not then i’d like to ask if you’ve heard of forensic genealogy? while i am uneasy at the prospect of using it to find suspects, it can also be used to find the identities of unidentified decedents, who die of accidental causes or are murdered, and often it’s the only hope to identify those who have been unidentified for decades. the dna doe project is a nonprofit that’s mostly volunteer run, and i think that your research skills could be useful there or somewhere like there. i know this is kind of a random ask to receive, identification of unidentified remains is my special interest but i don’t have the time or training to get better at researching beyond a few tricks here and there.

I feel like we've read the same articles recently; did you see the tumblr post (and linked articles) about Joseph Augustus Zarelli, the Boy in the Box?

Which is to say, yes, I am aware of forensic genealogy and the DNA Doe Project, because like many white American women, I'm a true crime junkie.* My big Thing is investigative procedure tho, so I'm also deeply interested in plane & train crash investigations, medical mysteries, archaeology, anthropology... basically 'what happened, and by which processes and methods do we figure out what happened?'

So far as getting into the game myself, I dunno. I assume there's probably some sort of required formal training, along with the expectation of reliability and sustained effort, and I'm a chronically ill autodidact with ADHD. I'm the research equivalent of a sprinter; investigative genealogy requires a marathoner, because there's so much exhausting, grinding work involved.

Something I've never seen brought up before in any investigation is how many extant family trees are just wrong. Genealogical sites make it too easy to crib notes from other users, and all it takes is one person deciding 'eh that's probably the right guy' for dozens of other amateur researchers to make the same mistake, and then somebody ties that erroneous information to their DNA profile. I don't know how the forensic genealogists deal with that.

You also have to take into account how many people throughout history have just gone missing, or otherwise fallen off the historical record. Just because someone's date of death is absent doesn't mean something nefarious happened to them. (Just because someone's date of death is present doesn't mean it's correct.) People emigrate. They marry. They change their names. They die alone and unknown in a ditch**, or they die somewhere that doesn't make those records public***. Paper records can burn or flood out, and family stories rarely make it down more than one or two generations. History is messy.

I've only done serious research into my family background for two years, in fits and starts interrupted by illness flare ups. Half the time it feels like I find more questions to ask than I get answers. I've found a pair of illegitimate daughters and a handful of adoptees. I've found some two dozen 'missing persons' who may as well have disappeared into thin air, for how suddenly they dropped out of the historical record. I've found a murder victim and a (maybe) would-be murderess.

And four months ago, I found the answer to another family's 150 year old missing person case, and it changed everything I thought I knew about my mother's family.

This is how.

Five months ago, I thought I knew everything there was that could be known about John Robert McDowell.

I knew he was born July 1st of either 1868 or 1869, in Belfast, Northern Ireland. According to his naturalization petition, he came to the United States in April of 1883, when the absolute oldest he could have been was fourteen, and at the time of his naturalization in 1896 he claimed his nationality was English, presumably due to anti-Irish sentiments at the time.

I knew John's handwriting was idiosyncratic: he wrote the J in his name with a rightward upper loop that scooped up again before curving back around the center staff, and his uppercase R was a mess of curlicues. I've never seen the like before or since.

I knew that despite living in America for ten years longer than he'd lived outside it, John still had an accent in 1908 when his second son was born. Spelling is incredibly inconsistent across historical records because up until very recently, it was the practice of the record keepers to write down their best guess at what they heard, and in 1908 a midwife heard and recorded John's surname as McDoul.

John's life was actually remarkably well-documented, in comparison to his contemporaries. I bought myself access to Newspapers.com along with my Ancestry subscription, and he made semi-regular appearances in the Newport News Daily Press for the better part of thirty years as a Navy veteran, successful entrepreneur, and president of a labor union that later became the United Steelworkers Local 8888. (A seemingly throwaway notice in the Daily Press was the only record I've yet been able to find for his divorce, which eventually led me to find out whatever happened to his wife, which is another saga entirely. Pauline, you dirty rotten cheater.)

I knew that John was in and out of the hospital with thyroid cancer, but he was such a tough old bastard it took the better part of fifteen years to kill him, and he died in 1954 at the age of 86.****

According to John's death certificate (and the U.S. Government records at the VA hospital where he died), his parents' names were Thomas McDowell and Isabell Rabb (or possibly Robb, the Accent strikes again.)

This is the only record linked to either of them on Ancestry.com at all.

I have most of a history degree, so I wasn't surprised. There are next to no records of the 1890 census of the United States, and that was down to a fire in the National Archives. Ireland was dragged backwards through hell by the ankles for centuries by a succession of British monarchs and governments, and Belfast was in the prime of especially conflicted territory for much of it. No census records from John's lifetime were kept, and the likelihood his parents would show up in the surviving fragments from 1841 and 1851 was slim to none.

There were transcribed indexes from birth and marriage records available, at least, and I scoured them through, looking for a John McDowell, and there wasn't a single damn one born to a Thomas or Isabelle McDowell in a decade on either side of 1868. There wasn't any record I could find at all of a Thomas McDowell marrying an Isabelle Rabb until well after John left Ireland.

Five months ago, as far as I knew, John Robert McDowell was probably a bastard, who'd either been left out of whatever records were taken at the time, or he was one of the unfortunate ones whose birth record had been lost.

Four months ago, I realized that the record indexes on Ancestry included film numbers, which meant there were pictures of those records to be found somewhere. If they were organized chronologically, I could try to find his birth registration that way. Googling "ireland civil registration records" brought me to the Civil Records search page of a genealogy site run by, of all things, the Irish government's tourism department.

Once again, there wasn't a John McDowell born to the right parents during the right time period, so I went looking for his parents' marriage. And found it.

If they married in 1872, John would probably still technically be a bastard, but I had a point to start from. Once I clicked into the actual scan of the record I nearly snapped myself in half sitting upright in attention, because Thomas McDowell's father's name was Duncan, John named his eldest son Duncan, Isabella's father's name was John, I had to have the right two people, this couldn't be a coincidence.

And then I noticed Isabella was a widow. Isabella was a widow.

Who was your husband, and when did he die, Isabella? I searched again, and found her marriage to a Thomas Logan July 30th, 1866. No men named Thomas Logan died in Belfast between 1866 and 1870, which meant he was probably still alive when John was born. It meant I had been looking in the wrong direction the entire time.

John Robb Logan came into the world on July 1st, 1868, in the Ballymacarrett district of Belfast, the second child of four born to Thomas Logan and Isabella Robb. Once I knew what I was looking for the rest came easy.

John's early life was riddled with tragedies. His younger brother Joseph was six months old when he died in March of 1870. His father died of smallpox in December of the same year, exactly one month after the birth of his sister Mary. Three months before his fifth birthday, his first half-sibling Bella died, at just five months old. And in 1879, his older brother William died after a long, miserably drawn-out illness from spinal tuberculosis.

(As an aside, god, poor Isabella. She had four children with Thomas Logan, and a further nine with Thomas McDowell, and before her early death from a long respiratory illness she buried a husband, two sons, and two daughters. How do you go on after that, how are you not forever shattered?)

If I hadn't been sure I'd found the right family, I was after William died. Thomas McDowell was the person who reported William's death to the registrar's office after sitting by his deathbed. The registrar recorded William as a "child of [the] baker" that Thomas was by profession; Thomas McDowell claimed his stepson as his own.

Duncan McDowell, John's step-grandfather, had a family burial plot in Ballygowan, and he named William Adam Logan as his grandson, with no qualifiers, when they buried him.

All the evidence suggests that the McDowells loved John Robb Logan and his siblings, and he loved them back every bit as much. You don't choose to take on the surname of people you hate, and it seems very much the case that John chose to go by McDowell when he came to America. I'm honestly not sure there was a way for Thomas McDowell to bequeath his name to his stepchildren, given John's brother William died a Logan and his sister Mary married as one.

John Robb Logan disappeared from history after his baptism, and John Robert McDowell made his first confirmed appearance in the historical record in 1883, but I was certain they were one and the same. The problem was proving it to my mother, because McDowell was her family name. She'd grown up with it, as had her sisters and her dozens of cousins and her father and his siblings and her father's father; I only had a paper trail arguing the name she knew didn't belong to any of them by blood.

So I went for blood.

I refuse to give my DNA to Ancestry.com on a principle born from paranoia and ethics concerns. It's absolutely not happening, ever, like hell do I expect a corporation to do the right thing with my genetic material. My mother doesn't share my concerns, either now or four years ago, when she bought an Ancestry DNA kit and then did absolutely nothing with her results besides marvel at the unexpected Swedish heritage in her 'Ethnicity Estimate' because doing anything else looked like too much work.

It took a few days to figure out how to hook my mother's DNA results into the tree I've built, and a few more for all the features to populate, but all told it took less than a week between learning the truth about my great-great-grandfather's parentage and proving it irrefutably with DNA, via several descendants of his full-blooded sister Mary and a grandson of his half-brother Wallace.

Ancestry doesn't tell you when new DNA matches are found, or when someone adds you to their tree (and thank god for that, my mother has somewhere in the neighborhood of twenty thousand matches). To those descendants of Mary Thomasina Logan, the handful of John's descendants who've shelled out for Ancestry DNA kits could be any random person. Frequently the relationships between matches aren't clear, because of all the folks like my mom who never add a tree to their results, or those who don't try to go any further back than their grandparents.

As far as Mary Logan's descendants know, the sons of Thomas Logan dead-ended his line, and when I do find John in their trees there's never more than a birth year and a blank space where there would usually be a year of death. (They all have the wrong Isabella Robb too, but I don't really blame them; apparently Isabella was one of the most popular names for girls for well over a century, and Robbs weren't exactly thin on the ground.)

Someday soon, I'm going to reach out. People who study genealogy do it because they're looking for something: long lost relatives, answers to questions asked too late, or even a better, more personal understanding of history by learning about the people who were there when it happened. Every family has its mysteries and this one, at least, could be solved.

John's story doesn't end here. Here is where it begins.

*I'm aware of the problematic nature of White Lady True Crime Brain Poisoning, but I'm gonna have to pull the 'I'm not like other girls' card. I'm incredibly discerning about my crime shows, I hate the fucking cops, and I'm realistic about how unbelievably low my chances are of ever being the victim of a violent crime. I'm white, I'm broke as shit, I'm built like a running back and walk like the Terminator, and most importantly, I'm single and planning to stay that way for the rest of my life. The only way I'm getting murdered is if I happen to get caught in a random mass shooting, which isn't outside the realm of possibility because America.

**In case anyone's gotten this far and is still interested, there's strong evidence that the mystery of the Somerton Man was finally solved last year. At some point I'd like to take a look at the tree the forensic genealogists built tho, because I have some Doubts. There was only one person in that family that fell off the map in the 40's? Just one? I was lightning-strike kinds of lucky enough to find John's real parentage, but I dug up more unanswered questions with it, because two of his half-brothers dropped out of the records after 1901. Completely setting aside the possibility of infidelity in the Webb family and how common inbreeding has been (both historically and in recent memory) in populations of European descent, I have a hard time buying that Carl Webb was the only person who could be the Somerton Man. It's still cool as shit that they have a strong possibility tho.

***Maryland and Kansas specifically can blow me, if somebody died in either of those states I have to find an obituary or a tombstone to get the mcfrickin' date, and I have to either pay money and prove a relationship to see a death certificate, or show up to an archive in person to search on their intranet, MARYLAND WHY DO YOU NOT WANT ME TO KNOW WHEN MY GREAT-GRANDMOTHER DIED. (Being fair, I don't know if she died in Maryland, that's just a great-uncle's best guess, because she ran away from her family in 1949 and nobody ever saw her again after the early 60's. Helen, where the hell did you go?)

****One of the big reasons why I got into genealogy in the first place was to see if I could find how far back the predisposition to early deaths and autoimmune disease went in my family. What I hadn't expected to find was a predisposition for extreme longevity on all sides. Longevity as in 'skewing the life expectancy bell curve' kinds of longevity. As long as someone didn't come down with a freak illness or make a looooooooong string of poor life choices, they were apparently immune to death, which honestly explains a few things about Crazy Grandma, god damn.

#genealogy #forensic genealogy #research throwdown #storytime with stella #long post #I'm seriously not kidding it's a long goddamn post #image heavy #all images described in alt text #I don't think I did a particularly great job communicating why I shouldn't get into this professionally #this took a long goddamn time to figure out #I think most people want answers quicker than *checks back of hand* seven-ish months?#fwiw my mother took it remarkably well #our big family mystery has always been What Happened to Helen?#that was probably the central question of my grandfather's life: not knowing what happened to his mother #so that was my mom's big question too #and luckily we had other weird familial circumstances as precedent #me: 'heyyyyyyyy uh so great news yr great-grandfather wasn't a criminal on the lam OR a bastard child. he was kind of adopted?'#mom: 'adopted??? huh. like your grandpa with the mudds?'#me: '....actually. yeah. almost *exactly* like that. but like if grandpa changed his last name and then never told you he'd done it'#tho I still have no idea why john changed 'robb' to 'robert'#my theory for a long time was that he was just REALLY leaning into the scottish heritage; the guy named his sons duncan & bruce #then I learned about irish naming conventions and while that answered some questions it just wound up leaving me with MORE questions #I went through all 8 stages of grief a year ago when I figured out john's presbyterian funeral meant the fam married into catholicism LATER #and thus were probably scots colonizers to the plantation of ulster instead of former gallowglasses #I don't love the idea of my ancestors being unionist kiss-asses #which the naming scheme kinda supports #but john was a LABOR UNION ORGANIZER #he left well before the clearances in the 20's but labor activism was synonymous with catholicism & nationalism for aaaaaaaages #he had to have picked that up from a parent. two of his half brothers (who also emigrated to the states) were union members too

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altraviolet · 7 months

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reader polls for Echo Garden

Every once in a while I make a poll and take the winning answer into consideration for writing Echo Garden :) Important to note that I like all the choices- I don't think setting yourself up for something you don't want to do is a good idea in a poll.

This is a long post so after the first one I'll put a cut :)

1) puns

This is the only poll I've ever made, I think, where the answer was 100% yes xD I wasn't sure if puns were Rodimus-y or not (he hates hats, for example. his tastes can be esoteric) so I asked. This is why he makes cold puns in Ch 23, Enceladia. Poll date: Mar 28, 2021 Ch 23 upload date: Aug 20, 2021

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2) spark jewels

I was trying to think of a scientific name for the spark equivalent of kidney stones and liked a few options, so I asked for opinions. The colloquial term used in Ambulon's dimension is "spark jewels," a phrase that Velocity does not know. He switches to the medical term, "lapides stellae," to which she replies "asterliths." I recall not being able to satisfactorily combine Latin and Greek words for "star" with scintill or spitha so I went with both options in the first choice. This scene is found in Ch 26, Fuel Furnace. Poll date: Nov 29, 2021 Ch 26 upload date: Dec 9, 2021

3) other rarepairs

I had a secret goal (it's not a secret anymore cuz I've told you) to put as many of my rarepairs into the fic as possible. I wanted to include more of either of the above, so let readers decide. I had a feeling Nautica/Blaster would win. I'm legit surprised Bluestreak/Hot Spot got as many votes as it did. Hmm. Looking back on this, maybe I'll try to give them another little nod before the fic ends. Anyhoo, yup, sprinkled throughout the fic are little bits of Nautica/Blaster. I like what they have. It's really loving and supportive :) Poll posted Dec 10, 2021. At that time the fic had 24 chapters.

4) liminal Cybertron

Ok ok ok, so originally, Mirage's Cybertron was a destroyed, insecticon-infested world. I actually have most of a full chapter written in this original setting- Rodimus, SW, and Mirage going back to retrieve Skywarp. I might put that scene (and other discarded scenes) up after TEG is done, if people are interested. I don't have the exact date for when I wrote the original insecticon chapter, but I was still considering it in March of 2022 because I put foreshadowing for it in Ch 29 Progress, uploaded March 3, 2022. I don't remember now what made me think of doing a sterilized world instead, and then after I thought of it, I couldn't decide which to do. I was surprised by these poll results. The poll predates when I wrote the foreshadowing chapter, so I was still thinking of doing insecticons months later... I don't remember what ultimately changed my mind, but I remember why: insecticons have been done. The chapter I originally wrote was exciting and there were parts I was sorry to put aside, but a desolate, haunting, sterilized Apple store world was appealing because it hasn't been done before (as far as I know). I think people really liked the aesthetic and horror feel of it, so I'm glad I made the change =) Poll posted Jan 6, 2022 We first see 2938 Cybertron close up in Ch 39: Firelove Part 2: The After Burner, posted March 19, 2023.

5) Most Recents Club storytime

I honestly couldn't decide who to have tell a story at the club, Ambulon or Trailbreaker, so I had readers choose. Ambulon was chosen, so we got some of his background story in Ch 30, Distress Call. I thought his story was hilarious. I laughed a lot while writing it. I suspect readers didn't find it as funny, though, as iirc only one person wrote about it in comments xD Poll posted March 6, 2022 Ch 30 posted April 25, 2022

6) ruining a big moment

I've posted about this one before, but I'll put it here for posterity. This refers to the use of the ᕕ(⌐■_■)ᕗ ♪♬ in Ch 43 Firelove Part 6 The Shattering. The original scene was supposed to be very heavy and dramatic. The After Burner fleeing a bursting and breaking Cybertron, everyone beat up and kinda shocked after the encounter with Megatron. But ahhhhhhh the idea of including the emoji got the better of me. I wanted to do it! So badly! But I didn't know if it would be good for the chapter! So I had readers choose, lol. People seem to like it a lot so I'm glad it went in xD Poll posted March 29, 2023 Ch 43 posted Sept 10, 2023

That's it for now! Thanks for reading =)

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voiceofthesilly · 2 months

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3, 4, 5 aaaaand 6! :3

3. I do love me a tortured artist...

Reese definitely takes the cake for. Many reasons. One is that i personally have to short-circuit seeing him. Another is that I love people who talk during movies so so much please explain to me the directors entire thing. Also, it's very true that his shit is reminiscent of Goya's black period (thinking about it even in genesis sorta) and Beksiński's work (🇵🇱🇵🇱🇵🇱🇵🇱🇵🇱💥💥❗‼️💥 Poland mention) and i m a big fan of Beksiński. Im also not immune to 12 foot, monster-dwelling tailed monster (shout-out to needle princess) Also just found out he's a DM? I'm genuinely ready to sell my soul for the guy

But Avery and Stella are so close behind, Avery for being the weirdest person around (so so affectionate. Why did you say you'd like the ditchlings to lay eggs under your skin), Stella because I'm personally also a big fan of cryptids and paranormal in general. Also there's so much wrong with her

4. This one unfortunately has got to go to Oscar because I haven't really gotten around to hanging out with him yet... Not that I dislike him by any means, just don't have a lot of feelings about him either way.

Unless Sybil counts, she's interesting as fuck but I do not trust her a single bit and there's so many things I'm sure are her fault. So as a character — I think she's great . But I'm hissing and scratching at her

Only now I realised there's two question fives and i did the other one in another ask so!

My absolute favourite side character is the pastor. He's just some guy . I would trust him with my life. Wdym he just went "uhhh yeah god and stuff" to make sure Kaneeka /and Avery think that's what we're talking about. "Firm parenting moment" and it's please be good or we might skip storytime. I cannot wait to see more of him

My favourite traits have got to be street smart and keen eye, though book smart and powerful build arent far behind. I just love lying to people and eavesdropping . But the muscle-weirdo stuff powerful build does and additional information book smart grants are really cool also

As for combos, I think it's the same, keen eye and street smart are amazing together . Though maybe it's just because the MC who has them is my favourite. I'm going for a playthrough that gets both of these and book smart, and so far it's also been very fun so book smart/keen eye seems fun, and so does street smart/powerful build with all the bullshit it allows me to pull

#hey it's my favourite tortured artist in the ask! hiiiii #scarlet hollow #ask game

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gctchell · 24 days

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𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐈'𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑!

tagged by: @jizzlords thank you, my darling! 🖤

tagging: you, if you see this. tag me so I can peep.

alias / name: red!

birthday: march 23rd.

zodiac sign: aries.

height: 5'1''. what's up lucifer i think we see eye-to-eye.

hobbies: love roleplaying, love writing, love diving into character psychology and obsessing over that shit. love drawing when I can, and driving when I get to, along with gaming. re-entering my continuous obsession with vtm:b lol.

favorite color: black and burgundy.

favorite book: it changes as i read more. palette is kind of clean atm, don't got a fav. finished and enjoyed "in the company of witches" by auralee wallace recently tho, and currently getting into "the historian" by elizabeth kostova, "interview with the vampire" by anne rice, and "the exorcist's house" by nick roberts. and "wuthering heights".

last song: storytime by nightwish.

last film / show: hook (1991) / x-men '97 (SO GOOD)

inspiration: for niffty, it's her pilot self that i'm primarily using which i've just built on for a few years now. looking at those 1950s diners, old cars, and listening to the music from the time helps, too! for stella, it's listening to 10 hour long videos of snowstorms and within temptation, along with the fact awkward moms who mean well, love their kids more than anything, and are trying their best are not really all-too present in media like the dad counterparts are. i wanna write that for her. for lilith, it's reading what her followers have to say about her as well as the books they've recommended for getting to know her more personally, rolled in with morticia addams (carolyn jones & catherine zeta-jones). to boot, there's also my love for the gothic, vampires, nightwish, and experience from my days of playing jessica rabbit. also listening to sea ambience, crashing and washing waves. for carmilla, it's the paranoia of tammy's death scene (blood and death in that link), the pain, perseverance and elegance of ballet, some of the energy from "the hacienda" by isbaela cañas, and just staring at her scenes and analyzing them in my little mind palace.

story behind url: i was sitting here trying to think of a quick url and i was like 'wouldn't it be cool if gotohell was available' .. this variation was. :)

fun fact about me: i've always wanted to be a stormchaser ever since i was a kid. also, i own two daggers, three katanas, two swords, one machete and an iridescent pocket knife, and a crossbow. loading crossbows is harder than you think. need some strength for that.

#[ red. ]#[ ooc. ]#[ games. ]

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ambercast · 5 months

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where: library who: stella hendrix (@endlessreruns)

Blue enjoyed going to the library. It was quiet in there. It was like stepping into another world. None of the bad stuff outside could get him in here. It was peaceful. He used to love the library at school back home. When he didn’t want to go back to his parents in that awful house, he would linger in the library, despite not knowing how to read well. The stories that were read for the kids, he enjoyed listening to them, with his knees pulled up in the back of the group, watching the puppets or listening to the kid with the freckles read with all the voices.

One Storytime had just ended, and the kids were standing and milling about, picking up different picture books to look at or leaving with their parents. Blue stayed where he was, arms wrapped around his knees, waiting for the next one.

#blue:threads #blue:stella

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jackiequick · 2 years

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Storytime with The Avengers

*she turns on the camera she secretly stole from Steve and smiles, “What’s up party people-oh and Rogers please don’t be mad at me for stealing your camera which I brought you! Also hi lovely viewer, I’m Estella Strange your friendly neighborhood doctor and magic user-oh daily reminder drink some water and eat something for god’s sakes! I know you’ll didn’t drink enough water today.”

“Anyways, so! This week at the household has been a little wack-ish. Take a look!”

The camera cuts to Avengers Tower showing everyone in the living room when suddenly Cole burst in though the door yelling, “Which one of y’all fuckers been in my room?! Don’t lie cause I will find out!” Everyone looks around as suddenly Michelle dashes out the door and Cole yells, “I KNEW IT! Rochelle’s your girlfriend is so dead!”

Rochelle responses, “She’s not my girlfriend!” Liane looks at her gasping “HUH?! You two broke up?!”

The redhead rolls her eyes, “You didn’t let me finish! She’s my future wife, just waiting for that proposal-” Liane chuckles rolling her eyes as Cole replied, “Whatever! Your girlfriend or future wife is so dead!”

*cuts back to Stella saying, “Told ya. For some reason everyone has been going into each other’s rooms lately or barging in at unexpected times. Take a look.”

We cut to Thiego cutting open a portal stepping into Cassandra’s room trying to steal some magic books then Cassie catching him as a argument shortly breaks out, then we cut to Jasper barging into the kitchen 3rd wheeling Luna and Rick’s Beauty & The Beast style dinner as the lovebirds blushing embarrassedly.

Liane and Ethan along with Mia and Nikolai accidentally barging Vice versa while hanging out with their boyfriends as it turns into a fun awkward double date night. We also cut to Castiel going into everyone’s room scaring the shit out everyone! And the list goes on with footage of everyone-😬

*cut back to her saying, “Yeahhh it wasn’t pretty but at least everyone had fun..I think. Oh! I went skydiving with Sam, I couldn’t film that footage since I was scared shitless! But it was super fun. Before I leave off, some couple of things happened take a look!”

We cut to Rochelle’s starting to show even more and having a sweet baby shower with a few surprising guests, old faces returning and a couple of new face! Then we cut to Rei and Tyler having another stupid conversation while Mia and Nikolai, Michelle and Rochelle, Ethan and Liane stand off to the side eating popcorn watching as if it’s a movie waiting for the climactic moment. We then cut to Melissa and Victor becoming tech besties while everyone also meeting Clay.

We also cut to footage of Thiego dancing in the mirror and singing in the shower as his sister caught it all on video muttering under her breath and jokes, “Someone got some vocals.”

Last but not least we cut to everyone at the small—more like medium sized music festival as Tyler headlines his new songs, “Memorized”, “Breakeven”, “Paralyze” and much more. He even brings Michelle Danvers herself on stage to sing her own new song. Everyone cheering happily.

*Cut back finally to Stella saying, “And that was story of this week or at least what I can capture on this camera” Suddenly you hear Steve’s voice in the hallway yelling, “Has anyone seen my video camera? I can’t find it.” as Nat response, “I think Strange or one of girls has it.”

She hears this and gulp eyes widen turning back to the camera, “Okay I gotta go! Bye guys gotta study for my exams this Friday.” Then the camera turns off until next time and hidden back in the gym room where it originally was.

I hope you like and add onto to the post with everyone stealing the video camera from Steve to film!

Keep the chain going/Tags: @parisparker269 @mcbident @msrochelleromanofffelton @nyxphie @bucky-barnes-1112 @gaminggirlsstuff @gcthvile @rickb-chaos and the list goes on!

#stella #marvelous #mcu rp blog #oc rper #oc rp #story time #the avengers #Mia Parker #steve rogers x original female character #steve rogers x oc #nat #natasha romanoff #oc tag game #oc tag #avengers rp #marvel rp

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kangjaehee · 2 years

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bento box storytime.

day 6 genshin impact au letsgoooo

title: bento box storytime

character(s): jaehee, seven

rating: gen

wc: 3219

tags: genshin au, platonic jaehee/seven, minor mcajaehee spy au

Dim, yellow light emanated from the windows of a wooden house in the outskirts of Liyue Harbor, close to the Overpass. Only the sound of the night birds and wind accompanied the workers staying overtime in the Interdiu Stella base. A secluded location, far from any movement, could be confused with the house of a mine worker, but still easy to access once the location was found. That worried Jaehee constantly. If she were an enemy of theirs, trying to track the organization down, she'd think them foolish and herself lucky for having found them so easily.

Still, there was a tunnel deep underground that connected them with Yuehai Pavilion, with an earlier stop at the even more secured Golden House, that they could take, and the place was secured with a bomb. So, all in all, it was an alright enough meeting spot where they could work. Plus, it was cozy, at least for the headquarters of a spy organization: with a warm, bright wood interior and nicely decorated, it resembled a family house, which was an atmosphere that reduced stress. Of course, the documents lying in the tables with extremely sensitive information revealed that looks were just that: looks.

It was getting late, nearing midnight, by the way the wind had started to howl. All the workers had already left, with Xiumei, one of their informants, being the last to go just a few minutes ago. Only she and 707, the team's Head of Intel who was, like her, forever working, remained. She should be heading home soon if she wanted to get any sleep tonight. But there was still work to do, she was still not done with today's tasks. Looking out the window, she sighed. Beyond it was a dirt path, beyond that was grass, and far beyond that she could see the vast and mountainous scenery of Liyue, enshrouded by fog.

So many mountains... Could the answers for the location of this Snezhnayan agent she was tracking be hidden within them? There had to be somewhere she wasn't looking. But she had totally spent her mental resources, going over the same leads for hours now with no satisfactory outcome. So, she decided to take a break.

Perhaps she should eat. The last time she did so, the sun was setting. It's been hours. Her stomach begins growling once she realizes that, her hunger finally revealing itself.

Decision made, she goes to her desk to pull out one of her little pre-made lunch boxes. This one was grilled fish. It worked.

Across from her sat Seven, nose deep into a piece of metal he was tinkering with, a machine he was building to try to decode Snezhnayan radio messages. They had started using Fontainese radio camouflage technology, and he had somehow gotten the blueprints, and was now working on a sort of retaliation machine.

For all that the guy frustrated Jaehee with his jokes and coded speech, he was an undisputable genius, the sharpest tool on their shed, and dedicated and dutiful. Their incompatibility of personality did not matter in light of how useful Seven was for their team. He was the only reason it existed in the first place. Jaehee would never have been able to do this without him. Because, however great she was at managing the organization's affairs, she wasn't a sleuth, although many did say she had the talent for it. But she didn't know the method. Seven did, and he was the one to turn her goals into realizable action plans.

She had seen him like this for a while now. Goodness, his back was going to immensely suffer from it... Has he ever gotten up since the sun set?

"Have you eaten?" she finds herself asking him.

He doesn't answer, only the sound of metal on metal.

"Seven," she said-- she could've called him by his real name, Saeyoung, Choi Saeyoung, but that would be a bit too personal-- putting a bit more authority in her voice. "You should eat dinner."

"I'm working, Jaehee," he said, bitter. If there was one thing about Seven, it's that he absolutely hated being interrupted. Jaehee sighed.

"You'll work even faster when you have something in your system," she argued. "I can give you one of my bento boxes." She didn't hesitate, she grabbed one and put it in his desk. She couldn't have one of her team members starving to the point of illness. Also, she cared about him as a person, wanted him to be healthy, even if she didn't know how to say it. Didn't even understand it within herself.

Grass-rimmed eyes regarded the cute-looking box at the corner of his desk, the metal sound stopping. Then, they turned to the woman towering above him with her shoulders shrunk and hands in her pockets. It almost shocked him a bit. Jaehee as Head of Operations was always poised, always stern. Now, she was almost... shy behind all that.

Seven grabbed the box and got up in a swift motion, brashly pushing back his chair, and heading to one of the couches with heavy steps, with the air of an unwilling rebellious teenager. He sometimes acted like that. It always confused Jaehee. Sometimes, she didn't know what to be with him. Now she was both the caring friend and insecure superior, not knowing how to care for him.

She sat across from him and they ate in silence for a while. With an empty look he absolutely devoured the contents of his box, while Jaehee methodically and quickly chewed on hers.

"You were hungry, it seems," she says, watching as he absorbs yet another bite of Matsutake, not bothering to clean his crumbed up face.

After a beat, he nods. "Thanks," he said, " for the meal."

"That will be two thousand mora."

His eyes widen, and then he frowns in utter shock. Jaehee lets out a small laugh.

"I was kidding. It's courtesy."

"Oh, would you look at what we have here..." he said, brows raised. "A rare Jaehee joke, I see."

She couldn't help the snort that came out of her nose, although her pride didn't like the idea of him knowing she found him funny sometimes. "I can be quite humorous too, you know?" She took another bite and held his gaze.

"Android Jaehee commands and controls. Activating: humor mode," he said in a robot voice. She did not hold back her huff.

"Not like you, who's perpetually unfunny."

He gasps. "Oh no, I think I've turned sass mode on... How can I turn it off? Sass mode's the worst!"

She hates him. "It's a mode only you can activate, if you'd know. And to deactivate, I don't know, maybe... stop being annoying."

"And be what, a boring robot like you? Absolutely no way on Earth."

"Well, have it your way, then..." She focuses all her attention on her plate.

There's silence for a second. Then, "On Celestia perhaps, but not down here."

Insufferable man. "Ah, yes.... because you, of all people, will ascend." She gasps ironically. "Of course! How have I not considered that approach?"

"I have a vision, you know?" He says, then pushes his hip out. The vision hangs from his belt. "Geo. Bedrock. The element of the great late Rex Lapis. The element of our great nation of Liyue."

Jaehee shakes her head. "Yeah, with that attitude you're not even ascending to the Jade Chamber..."

"Lady Ningguang's my bestie," he says. "We have tea in her parlor every afternoon."

She has the urge to say something wildly improper, even opens her mouth, but thinks better of it. Instead, she says: "You know what, I will not waste my energy responding to such a ridiculous statement."

"Man, I can't believe it, I was gonna invite you for tomorrow's daily tea party..."

"And I would've declined," she says. "I would never sit on a table with the likes of you."

Their conversations, when not work related, are always like this: quick banter, a back-and-forth of backhanded insults. Some meant, some not. Seven is irreverent, eccentric, and Jaehee can't, in principle, stand a character like his, but she finds their conversations oddly fun. He's an entertaining one to fight, and he knows she means no hurt. On the other hand, he seems to push her on.

He laughs now.

"What is it?" she says, starting to get a little bit angrier.

"You're doing that right now," he says, mouth in a line and brows raised. "We're literally sharing a meal together, Lady Kang..."

Gotcha. Alright, he's won this one. She bites her lip, completely out of words, as she desperately fumbles for a way to save her pride. "First of all, don't call me Lady Kang," she says. "And second... you know what I mean." She'd out of resources. She yields.

"I do. And it sucks, because I totally would," he said. "You're fun to be around, Jaehee, even if you're a robot."

"Thank you," she says, too tired to argue. She knows he means nothing bad by his robot claims, it's just his preteen boy humor way of saying she's inexpressive. She's his boss. She doesn't know what he's expecting. She acts in a perfectly proper manner with him, considering the relationship they have.

“Also, where did you get these little box things?” he says, turning his now empty box around.

“Oh, Chaeyoung got them for me.”

Seven frowns, confused at the idea of their mutual portrait artist acquaintance being also a cook.

“She doesn’t make them,” Jaehee clarifies. “Wanmin does. She just talks to Xiangling to make them and then brings them to me.”

“Ah, I see…” he says. One of his brows is slightly raised. Jaehee isn’t sure if she likes this. “So, you’re that close… Interesting, very interesting.”

“That close how?”

He’s smiling. “As in… she waits for you when you leave work… she comes in during hours… she does meal prep for you…”

Jaehee huffs. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She’s blushing furiously and wants to die.

He gasps. “Oh by the name of every adeptus… is Kang Jaehee perhaps… in love?”

She blinks, dumbfounded, but beneath it her heart races. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“What do you mean? You just said she takes care of your meals , like a Mondstadter housewife…” Then he begins chanting like a child in a playground. “ Jaehee has a girlfriend, Jaehee has a girlfriend…”

She groans, frankly and unceremoniously. “I don’t have a– Archons, you're absolutely insufferable.” Her face feels hot. She hates this. Hates that it’s happening in front of Seven , of all people, who will tease her to no end. “Listen, the meal boxes are just a favor for a friend. Nothing more.”

To his unfortunate benefit, there were other much more compromising things she and Chaeyoung did… but he ought not to know about them. The bento boxes, put in light of the nights they spent on each other’s arms, their long, long conversations in the port, and things they said to each other that sounded like masked confessions, were truly nothing of relevance.

He laughs, incredulous. “Yeah, sure, sure… ”

She rolls her eyes, taking the last bite of her grilled fish. She wasn’t gonna argue this, not now, not with him. Her complicated feelings and things-to-say list were to be discussed when she wasn’t in the middle of dealing with international threats.

There was silence for a minute. Seven simply sat there in indle contemplation, licking the last remaining contents of his box. She closed hers and put it to the side.

“I can give you another one, if you’re still hungry,” she said, if only to fill the silence.

Something somber came over his face. He shook his head. He was covering something up. “Nah, I’m good.”

… Okay. She wasn’t gonna ask him what his throat clearing was for, or why his fingers gripped at his pants. Seven was randomly struck with preoccupations often, and those were never any of her business, nor did she want them to be, as long as they had nothing to do with Interdiu Stella or the Qixing.

She wouldn’t have to ask this time.

“I��m just gonna tell you, Jaehee,” he said suddenly, still not meeting her eyes, a tinge of urgency in his voice. “It’s cool that you’re getting closer with her and all, and… you do look happy. And I’m happy for you, but—“

“What are you meaning to say?” She blurts out, words like the ice shields she so often makes. She doesn’t like where this is going. There’s a lump in her throat and her heart is beating in warning.

Seven pauses for a second, and it looks like there’s an internal reset within him: he looks forward, orange eyes blank or incomprehensible, licks his lips, blinks, and then turns to her. “I’m going to tell you a story,” he says. “This is the story of an adeptus they called the Defender of Justice. He was very wise, very powerful, one of Rex Lapis’s greatest warriors.”

Oh no. She huffs, pressing her palm to her forehead. Not now. He’s about to do it again. “Saeyoung… just talk normally, please.”

He didn’t listen whatsoever. “And this adeptus, he was known for being kind, and fair, and the most awesome creature in the world… but also for being cold to every human he met. He avoided him like the plague, he sometimes even roared at them… Oh, that too. He was a wildcat. A pretty big kitty with little dots all over his furry body.”

“Seven, I have things to do–”

“But what they didn’t know,” he once again ignored her, this time even getting closer so as to keep her attention, “is that he wasn’t always like this. I’m gonna tell you a little secret, something most will find hard to believe: there was a time where the Defender of Justice, our warrior kitty, was nice to humans. In fact, they adored him. His favorite thing was to interact with humans, play with them, claw at their silly hats and clothes and catch the balls they threw at him.”

“Ball throwing is something done with dogs, not cats…” She doesn’t know why she said that.

“He wasn’t limited by things cats do or dogs do. He did everything,” he quickly deflected Jaehee’s callout of his lapse in logic. “And he enjoyed being around humans so much, he wanted to be with them, talk to them, so he used his super cool adeptus powers and gave himself a human form. And it was the best decision he ever made: he traveled to all countries, tasted all foods, pet all his fellow kitties, and just had the best time of his life.”

“And why did this adeptus start hating humans, if he was so fond of them?” she asked dryly. If he wasn’t going to stop and force her to listen to his useless story, at least he should make it quick.

“Because you see… he met this woman. Her name was Meiqi,” he said, and Jaehee instantly knew what he was doing. “She was beautiful. Daughter of a fisher, giggly, and most importantly, got all of his weird adeptus language.”

“That’s important indeed.”

“It is,” he nodded. “And they started to y’know… really like each other. And soon they were doing all the things the Defender of Justice had always wanted to do: kissing, snuggling, making out…”

“ Don’t give me the details.

“Yes ma’am.” A pause. “Anyway, they were happy. They lived in a little Chihu rock apartment, went to every festival together, ate mountain noodles on Sundays, and told jokes to the children on the streets. All in all, the Defender of Justice was the happiest he’s ever been.

“But duty still called. Being one of Rex Lapis’s strongest warriors, it was always right at his heels… he could never really escape from the errors of his past, and the ghosts that kept following him. And the day came where he had to battle, but that meant that he had to leave his sweetheart Meiqi behind…” His voice dropped to a cautious whisper, “But she loved him too much to let him go. So she went after him, without his knowledge… And he had to watch her be slain by a geovishap.

“And it hurt him so, so much, that he could never set foot in the city, again, never don his human form, which she had loved so well, again. He understood one thing that day as she saw Meiqi’s body be split to pieces: that his status as a Warrior of Rex Lapis would only get him into trouble, and those who he loved would get into trouble with him, and he would be unable to protect them. So, he gave up. He closed his heart, became a pretty cat again, and stayed far away from humans. Both would be better off that way.”

Even though she found this all inexplicably stupid, and berated herself for sitting here listening to his bluff even though she had stuff to do, she still couldn’t stop paying attention. There was a vulnerability about all this, as if he were indirectly clenching her heart. She was perceptive enough to know this much: there was no adeptus, and no beautiful woman, and this is no fantasy story. The Adeptus is him, and the woman, well… she might have actually existed.

“Saeyoung…” She regrets the name as soon as it comes out, and regrets the pity that escapes her voice.

Seven just shakes his head. “You are a warrior too, Jaehee. A spider treading a dangerous, dangerous web. And you’ll wrap whoever clings to you in it.”

She swallowed past the lump in her throat, wanting nothing more than to remove herself from this situation. “Listen, Seven…” she said. “I don’t know what happened in your past, but it surely is very sad. But Chaeyoung would never do something like that.”

“You never know,” he said, voice cracking. “I’m saying it again: whoever clings to you will be stuck in your web…”

She sighed, not knowing how else to approach this. Part of her feared she was right. “I understand what you mean. And, I appreciate your concern.” She leaned a bit closer. “But these are my affairs.” She pressed a hand to her chest. “I choose whether to have them, or not. And I bear whatever problems come from them.”

Seven nodded. “Well, we do carry the weight of our choices.”

She nodded, knowing well what he meant. Few choices have truly been hers, but the ones that have were always heavy. She’d bear the weight of this one as well. Sh’d love Chaeyoung, and let her love her, and hope, to every God there was above them, that she could finally be happy for once.

They said nothing more after that, both continuing their night as planned. Jaehee decided to pack it up to go home, feeling too tired and heavy to continue, although the unfinished task would not let her sleep well tonight. Seven went back to his work station, burying his nose in his project once again. He would be the one to close tonight, if he actually managed to leave. Jaehee advised him to do so.

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8-daycare-attendants · 2 years

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Daycare Attendant Masterpost

List of all featured daycare attendants in chronological order

⭐Starlight⭐ + 🌟Nightlight🌟

Very first daycare attendants

Fully space themed daycare

Field trips to connected observatory

Twin siblings

Took too much damage after running into the daycare to try and save a missing child from a fire and were decommissioned

Nightlight was beyond repair

🌠Nebula🌠 + 🌌Esme🌌

Storytime and Time out attendants

Observatory converted to small library

Parents complained about them being too spooky/strict

Nebula was found at the bottom of the ball pit with damage to their faceplate one day, Esme was decommissioned soon after

🌻Sun🌻 + 🌙Moon🌙

Playtime and Naptime attendants

Just sky themed daycare

Library now a theatre

Locked down due to Afton Virus

Decommissioned after the in-game events, parents didn't trust Sun and Moon anymore

☄️Comet☄️

Daycare assistant

Introduced during Sun and Moon's time

Was not warned before Sun and Moon got decommissioned

Talks like a cartoon from the 20s ("golly gee!)

Keeps everyone on schedule

🌈Stella🌈 + 🌑Nova🌑

Current daycare attendants

Arts n Crafts and Snacktime

Theatre is now a big music room

Nervous wrecks, both of em

Nova in hiding from day staff after overhearing a decommission threat

#daycare attendant Starlight #daycare attendant Nebula #daycare attendant Esme #daycare attendant Stella #daycare attendant Nova #daycare attendant Comet

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snackpointcharlie · 1 year

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On this episode of Snackpoint Charlie we are joined in the studio by the esteemed multimedia artist Mr. Brian Dewan. Will he play some long-lost tracks from his record collection, read an obscure text, or dazzle us with his acapella Captain Beefheart impression? ANSWER: all of the above! “There There” host Alanna Medlock rounds out the evening with spontaneous interjections as only she knows how. Live on air Wednesday, April 19 from 10pm to midnight on WGXC, 90.7 FM in the Hudson Valley and Podcast NOW on WGXC.org, the Wave Farm smartphone app, the podcast aggregator of your choice, or direct download below

Snackpoint Charlie - Transmission 113 - 2023.04.19 - Brian Dewan PLAYLIST https://wavefarm.org/wf/archive/cw3xsr [ ^ click for download ^ ]

1) Mamady Kouyate - “Sobaro Maloya” from PROCLAMATION https://www.discogs.com/release/26726327-Various-Yonatan-Gat-Stone-Tapes

2) Sonic Boom & Delia Derbyshire - “Only the Loveliest” from ESOPUS 3: PRODUCT DISPLACEMENT https://www.esopus.org/issues/view/3

3) Eva Novoa - “Rectangles” from NOVOA KAMAGUCHI CLEAVER TRIO - VOL. 1 http://evanovoa.com/

4) Nada Kentjana - “Nelengnengkung” from PADANG MOONRISE: THE BIRTH OF THE MODERN INDONESIAN RECORDING INDUSTRY (1955-69) https://soundwayrecords.bandcamp.com/album/padang-moonrise-the-birth-of-the-modern-indonesian-recording-industry-1955-69

5) Rita Zaharah - “Djiko Untuang” from MUSICAL TREASURES OF INDONESIA https://www.discogs.com/release/8773386-Various-Musical-Treasures-of-Indonesia

6) Maxine Funke - “Oblivion” from RIVER SAID https://maxinefunke1.bandcamp.com/album/river-said (feat. Brian Dewan)

7) Sublime Frequencies - “Kazib City” from I REMEMBER SYRIA https://sublime-frequencies.bandcamp.com/album/i-remember-syria

8) Witness K - “Fantasy in Facsimile” from S/T https://evernever-records.bandcamp.com/album/s-t-5 (feat. Alanna Medlock)

9) Arovane - “yua:e” from ICOL DISTON https://arovane.bandcamp.com/album/icol-diston

10) Golden Book Films: Storytime Series - “Dragon in a Wagon”

11) Rully Djohan - “Bubuj Bulan” from BUBUJ BULAN / NAGHM EL UNS https://soundwayrecords.bandcamp.com/album/bubuj-bulan-naghm-el-uns

12) Ed McCurdy with Dana McCurdy - “Through All the World Below” from “ON JORDAN’S STORMY BANKS I STAND…” - SACRED SONGS OF AMERICA https://folkways.si.edu/ed-and-dana-mccurdy/on-jordans-stormy-banks-i-stand-sacred-songs-of-america/american-folk/music/album/smithsonian

13) Brian Dewan - “The Dust Blows Forward 'n The Dust Blows Back”

14) Stella Kola - “Set Out Too Soon” from STELLA KOLA https://stellakola.bandcamp.com/album/stella-kola

15) Meiko Kaji - “Onna Kawaki Uta / おんな渇き唄” from HAJIKI UTA https://wewantsounds.bandcamp.com/merch/meiko-kaji-hajiki-uta-deluxe-gatefold-lp-edition-with-2p-insert-and-obi-black-vinyl

16) Ak'chamel, The Ecstatic Brotherhood of Anima Mundi - “Why Did the Taliban Burn 10,000 Copies of Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon in a Public Square?” from ESOPUS 25: JOKES https://www.esopus.org/issues/view/25

17) The Residents - “Inner Space” from LOSS OF THE LIZARD LADY (THE MOLLY HARVEY COLLECTION) https://secretrecords.bandcamp.com/album/the-residents-loss-of-the-lizard-lady-the-molly-harvey-collection-sr13

18) Randy Weston - “Night in Medina” from BLUE MOSES https://www.discogs.com/release/736174-Randy-Weston-Blue-Moses (feat. Alanna Medlock)

19) Brian Dewan - “Orange Claw Hammer”

20) The Cambodian Space Project - “Whiskey Cambodia” from WHISKEY CAMBODIA https://www.discogs.com/master/1181500-The-Cambodian-Space-Project-Whisky-Cambodia (feat. Brian Dewan)

21) Mohamed Taha, Khadra, and Fatma Toubi - “Toubi Ya Nafs توبي يا نفس” from YA NAFS توبي يا نفس https://arabicsinglesgoingsteady.blogspot.com/2023/01/mohamed-taha-khadra-fatima-toubi-ya.html https://www.discogs.com/release/22561856-%D9%85%D8%AD%D9%85%D8%AF-%D8%B7%D9%87-%D8%AA%D9%88%D8%A8%D9%8A-%D9%8A%D8%A7-%D9%86%D9%81%D8%B3-

22) Peter Rabbit Records - “Who's Afraid of the Rain, Rain, Rain” from HOW TO BE HAPPY ON A RAINY DAY https://www.discogs.com/release/10511487-Unknown-Artist-How-To-Be-Happy-On-A-Rainy-Day

23) Brian Dewan - “Well”

23) Omar Khorshid - “Pop Corn” from BELLY DANCE WITH OMAR KHORSHID VOLUME 3 https://www.discogs.com/release/4641947-Omar-Khorshid-Belly-Dance-With-Omar-Khorshid-Volume-3

#briandewan #notyourdadsworldmusic #snackpointcharliewgxc #snackpointcharlieradio #radioforopenears #hellsdonuthouse #communityradio #freeformradio #outernational #hudsonvalley #globalmusic #worldmusic #globalbeat #wgxcradio #hudsonny #wgxc

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