#wednesday 17 august

[namitha]

When you learn to be comfortable with your own, it's a different kind of peace. You're not seeking validation from outside sources, because you are able to validate yourself.🍀

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#mindset #inner peace #self love #mental health matters #peace and serenity #photograph via web #wednesday 17 august

[cypherdecypher]

Animal of the Day!

Red-billed Tropicbird (Phaethon aethereus)

(Photo by Sharif Uddin)

Conservation Status- Least Concern

Habitat- Coastlines along the Equator

Size (Weight/Length)- 105 cm inscluding tail streamers

Diet- Squid; Fish

Cool Facts- Despite resembling a tern, you won’t see a red-billed tropicbird nearly as far north. They prefer muggy coastlines along the Atlantic, Pacific, and Indian oceans. Having very weak leg muscles, these tropicbirds only come to land to raise a family. The rest of their life is spent soaring over the ocean at 45 kilometers per hour. Despite not being able to swim very well, red-billed tropicbirds dive into the ocean from over 40 meters above the waves to catch fish and squid. Being a solitary hunter, they will sometimes follow larger, aquatic predators like dolphins to schools of fish. 

Rating- 11/10 (Cool beak, cooler tail.)

#Animal of the day #Animals #Birds #Sea birds #Wednesday #August 17 #Red-billed tropicbird #Tropicbird #biology #science #conservation #the more you know

[beachbums2020]

Lily Maymac 🌸🍒💋🌸 Weddings 💒

#lilymaymac #beautiful #sexy #babes #models #instagram models #fashion #selfiie #august 2022 #mexico #cancun #wednesday 17 #cousin #dianemac

[khaebalaaltea97]

Wednesday Night with the FAM... 😊

Beverage: Iced Tea Lemon Flavor

Main: Boneless Chicken with Rice

Honey Glazed Chicken....

#August 17 #2022 #Wednesday

[everydayhoroscope]

Daily Horoscope for Wednesday, August 17, 2022

Daily Horoscope for Wednesday, August 17, 2022 On Wednesday, I will still feel some anxiety or uncertainty in the place of living or working.

On Wednesday, I will still feel some anxiety or uncertainty in the place of living or working. Photo by Johannes Plenio on Pexels.com As I wrote yesterday, events, even if they don’t affect you directly, will have some impact on you, individually and changing within that day. On Wednesday, some of you may reflect on the past actions and their impact on you in the present. It will be a…

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[gyumibear]

💖 create a sim(p)! — SMAU

💖 — “it wasn’t real! none of it was real… but then, why does it hurt so much? why do i love you so much?”

⟣ pairing — choi beomgyu x fem!reader

⟣ genre — fake dating, youtuber!au

⟣ summary — after stupidly claiming on stream that you’ve been dating popular youtuber choi beomgyu in secret after accidentally creating an identically looking sim, you beg him not to reveal your lie to the public when it goes viral. weirdly, he agrees and you two begin to fool the public. can your lie become the truth or will it eventually catch up with you?

⟣ featuring — txt, skz’s felix, p1harmony’s keeho, & enhypen’s sunoo and jake

⟣ updates — wednesday + saturday!

⟣ warnings — fake dating, yn is a compulsive liar but in a joking way. swearing, very angsty, slowish-burn(?), inappropriate jokes, kys/kms jokes and slightly toxic behaviors. individual chapters will be tagged!

started — december 30, 2022

finished — august 14, 2023

yn’s patrons - the homies - extras - playlist

relationship chart (updated 07.12.23)

chapter 1: anything 4 sookai ⟢ chapter 2: i lied.

chapter 3: um actually (written + sns) ⟢ chapter 4: idiot

chapter 5: dm? ⟢ chapter 6: a bit strange even…

chapter 7: that was quick ⟢ chapter 8: lix’s opinion (written + sns)

chapter 9: invalid opinion ⟢ chapter 10: she’s not ugly

chapter 11: collab (written) ⟢ chapter 12: best friend

chapter 13: brand new start (written + sns) ⟢ chapter 14: i don’t not like you

chapter 15: i’m a model??? ⟢ chapter 16: are you sure?

chapter 17: follicles ⟢ chapter 18: friends? (written)

chapter 19: feeling jealous ⟢ chapter 20: he’s jealous

chapter 21: was that real? ⟢ chapter 22: tell us

chapter 23: keeho’s opinion ⟢ chapter 24: stream

chapter 25: rough ⟢ chapter 26: moving on

chapter 27: first love ⟢ chapter 28: wasted

chapter 29: beomgyu ⟢ chapter 30: cas (final)

ending 1: two favors ⟢ ending 2: cause it’s you

taglist — closed! (send me an ask or use the taglist request form in my bio!)

author’s note — umm so another smau idea came to me on a whim… and here we are! i hope this does well bc i put some WORK into this one lol

© GYUMIBEAR. do not repost, modify or translate my work onto other social media sites.

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[dotieeee]

The Gamemaker's Apprentice

Level 15

Pairing: Dark!Young!Coriolanus Snow x You, named!Reader

Overall Warnings:

NON-CON, DUB-CON, Dark!Young!Coriolanus Snow, Snow himself should be a warning, lots of blackmailing, gaslighting, manipulation, obsession, possesiveness, eventual forced marriage, eventual loss of virginity, breeding kink, canon-compliant major character death, reader is named but has no physical descriptions in the fic so one might also consider her an OC but in 2nd POV, will have canon inconsistencies, drugging, somnophilia, and other stuff that may be added

Masterlist

Level 15 Warnings:

Gaslighting galore, manipulation, angst, the silent treatment

Replay Level 14

Ready? Level 15 Start:

12th Hunger Games Ends with a Bang

District 3 Victor Callahan Brody: "I’m Happy I Ended Up in One Piece"

Sunrise of July 19th wraps up the 12th Annual Hunger Games, but for the emerging champion Callahan Brody, 17 years old, it’s the beginning of a new, more exciting life. Hailing from District 3, the 12th victor charmed his way into our hearts with his sharp wit and, eventually, with his display of intellect in the games, during which he built countless electric traps and other weapons in the arena from mere electronic scraps. He then used these improvised munitions to incapacitate his fellow tributes, leading to his win.

Brody tells us of a family waiting for him in District 3 – two younger brothers and his father – with whom he plans to share his winnings. His Victory Tour is scheduled sometime in August.

More on Brody’s family and future plans on Page 3.

Youngest Gamemakers in History to Tie the Knot

Brilliant Couple Brought Together by The Games Take Their Love to The Aisle Soon.

Coriolanus Snow, and Prunella Innis, Gamemakers, officially announced their engagement last night at the 12th Hunger Games Victory Party. The lovebirds admitted to their plan of uniting in marriage, sometime in December, on live television after reporter Lucky Flickerman inadvertently spotted the ring on the bride-to-be’s ring finger.

The power couple are heirs to the Plinth and Innis fortune, respectively. Only 20 yet considered two of the Capitol’s brightest minds, their efforts were instrumental to the success of the 12th Hunger Games, which wrapped up last Wednesday, July 19th after declaring Callahan Brody of District 3 as the winner.

More on the couple’s captivating love story on Page 4.

Youngest Gamemakers in History to Tie the Knot

Continued from Page 1:

After graduating from the Academy together, the romance between the 10th Games champion and Innis princess shortly began, and their devotion to each other only grew when the former took the latter to be his Gamemaker-apprentice. They have since worked together in revolutioniz-

“That paper came out three days ago, sugarplum.”

Startled, you almost drop the newspaper you’re reading and turn around to face Coriolanus Snow leaning against the doorway of his own office.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” you say before placing the newspaper back on his desk. You had been in search of a book to read in your boredom and had been curious to see what passes as his reading material when the paper caught your attention. You belatedly adjust the closure of your floor-length night robe when you notice that his eyes are roaming over the significantly shorter silk nightgown you’re wearing underneath.

“I just visited Tigris and the grandma’am. We should go see her together one of these days, she wants to meet you.”

You offer no reply to this, seeing as you wouldn’t have any choice in the matter, anyway.

“You know, it’s funny, because she said saw our announcement on the news, but she kept calling you Katharina. It seems like you are your mother’s spitting image.”

Given what you’ve seen your fiancé capable of, you’re not that surprised that he knows about your mother. He probably dug it up too, alongside information about your uncle, and maybe even the entire Innis history.

“Tell me something about her. Grandma’am thinks she’s lovely.”

“She was a Capitol theatre and movie actress,” you recall. Your uncle made sure he told you all about her, perhaps to help you remember her as someone else besides the woman who bled in your arms and whom you cradled even in death. “That’s probably why your grandmother recognises her. She never talked about that part of her life when she was alive. Uncle says she quit acting so she can marry my dad and move to District 3.”

Uncle Cas also kept telling you as a child how you looked exactly like her. It’s a compliment, then, if anything else. Your mother’s eyes are what you remember the most about her. You wonder if you’d still have them after everything your future husband will put you through.

“But, you already know that, don’t you?” you add, mildly annoyed that he’s bringing this up.

The last thing you want is him tarnishing your memory of her, just like he did with the memory of your first kiss.

“Just making conversation, sugarplum,” he replies chirpily as he approaches. “Have you seen her films?”

“No,” you simply respond. Eager to give him a wide berth and lock yourself in your room, you bid him goodnight, but he grabs your arm even before you can sidestep him and get out of his office.

“Sleep beside me tonight. I’ve missed you.”

Your skin prickles at the command and almost brings tears to your eyes. Over the course of a few weeks, you’ve come to learn what that meant – it always means either you on your knees and him using your mouth for his own pleasure, or him touching you the way he did after that night at the club.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to sleep in my room tonight,” you say, trying your best to sound like you’re firmly standing your ground. There were nights that he’d leave you alone, after all. Maybe, hopefully, this is one of them.

“We’ll only cuddle until we fall asleep.”

It’s a ‘no,’ then, seeing as he completely ignored your question.

“Wait for me. I’ll join you momentarily.”

Even with his tired eyes, he manages to give you an empty smile, bordering on mischief. You leave his office at once and do as you’re told, but on his bed, you get as close as the edge as you could without falling over. Unfortunately, you’re still awake when you feel the bed and the sheets shift on the other side, indicating he’s come to join you under the covers. As he always does when you’re in bed together, he draws as close as he can and snakes an arm around you, pulling you to him while he buries his face on the crook of your neck and takes a huge whiff.

The hand draped over your waist, however, undoes the tie of your robe.

“Please, I thought we’d just cuddle –”

Coriolanus shushes you in your ear gently and says, “I am simply removing your robe. It can’t be comfortable lying in that thing.”

Closing your eyes, you fight a whimper when that hand begins peeling it off from your shoulder, grazing your arm with his fingers. He takes his time with it too, but succeeds in taking it off, leaving you in your more revealing night dress. He then swiftly manoeuvres you to lie on your back, drapes his torso all over yours and kisses you on the mouth.

He makes a quick work of it that you don’t have time to react. There’s always hunger in the way he kisses you, with the way his tongue is urging yours to move against his. He moans into the kiss as if he’s drawing satisfaction from the reaction he’s forcing out of you. He tangles his fingers into your hair, while his free hand roams the side of your body. That hand then slides upwards on your thigh – that’s when you break off the kiss, which lets you take in as much air as that heavy torso on top of yours allows you to.

Coriolanus sighs heavily before he nuzzles the side of your face.

“I told you, you’d have to get used to this,” he chastises you softly, clearly displeased, but he surprisingly gets off you and resumes lying on your side in favour of spooning you.

“I love you, sugarplum. Sweet dreams.”

Sometimes, when you lie in his bed like this, you kind of wish he’d just fuck you to get it over with – maybe then, he would get tired of you faster and perhaps even change his mind about marrying you. It's not a thought you always welcome. All you know is, you’ll never get used to this, to him – maybe not ever.

There’s something about Capitol parties that reek of frivolous emptiness – people who secretly despise one another out of envy or animosity, trying to their best to one-up everyone and make a show of themselves, eating beyond their fill and drinking beyond their tolerance.

This being your engagement party does not make it any better.

To Ma and Father Plinth’s credit – Strabo has taken you to call him that – the party had been meticulously arranged. They have taken it upon themselves to host the engagement party and they took care of everything – they booked the left wing of The Palisades Hotel’s inner garden, hired the same orchestra from Strabo’s birthday party, got one of the best-reviewed caterers in the city – there hasn’t been any hitches so far, so to their credit, they have done magnificently in making this night enjoyable for everyone in attendance.

The orchestra finishes their romantic number to collective applause – you and your fiancé let each other go and join in clapping, having finished the first dance. While couples from all over the surrounding tables mill into the floor in time for the next much livelier musical number, Coriolanus escorts you by hand back to your table.

“Good to see your etiquette lessons haven’t been a total waste of money,” your Uncle Cas comments as he raises a glass and takes a huge swig, which earns a hearty laugh from you and the Plinth couple at the table.

You remember making the same inward observation during a dance that already seemed so long ago. You take a seat to your uncle’s left, while your groom takes his place on yours, taking solace in the fact that despite wanting to be miles away from this party, your uncle is here, if only for the next few hours.

Coriolanus has taken steps to ensure that the Innis senior attends to preserve the appearance of approving your match. You have no idea how he convinced the ever-unyielding Acacius Innis to be here given your uncle’s implied abhorrence of him, which he hides with passive-aggressive, sarcastic remarks at least for tonight. You probably don’t want to know either, but you are well aware that shortly before the party ends, your uncle will be on a train to District 12 to live out his exile. For how long, your husband-to-be didn’t disclose; it could be weeks, months, even years, before you see your only living blood again. Mourning that fact, however, would spoil the remaining time you have left with him.

So, even if you’re at a party celebrating your eventual bondage, you try to enjoy Uncle Cas’s company.

After what feels like mere minutes, Coriolanus gives you an almost imperceptible tilt of his head.

It’s time.

Uncle Cas seems to know, too, but he casually gets up from the table and announces his early exit, citing an early business trip to the Districts which he has to prepare for. He bids everyone he knows in the party a short farewell before Coriolanus escorts him inside one of The Palisades’ smaller empty halls with you in tow.

He gives you and your uncle just ten minutes to bid each other farewell while he stands in the corner to watch.

Ten fucking minutes.

Your husband-to-be seems to have prepared this room beforehand because two seats are waiting for you at the corner facing each other.

Your uncle is the first to break the silence.

“How have you been, plumcake?” he says with that fond smile you always see him wear around you.

You do your best not to burst into tears despite all the emotions threatening to pour out of you all at once. He’s gotten even thinner, and his now-dull eyes have more prominent circles around them. You miss him, you worry about him, you dread his stay in District 12 where he's supposed to be assigned, and most of all, you fear that you’ll never get to see him again despite Coriolanus’s promise that this will be temporary.

“I’m doing well, Uncle,” you lie, not because you don’t want him to know the truth, but because this isn’t about you. “How about you? You don’t look like you’re eating or sleeping well – where are you staying in District 12? What are they going to make you do there? Have you packed? Are they allowing us to video call? What if –”

Uncle Cas interrupts your line of questioning by cupping both sides of your face and putting on a reassuring “Plumcake, your old uncle can handle himself just fine. And as you can hear, I’m not using that voice – you know the one that sounds like I’m lying to avoid talking about it –because I know you hate that voice.”

You can’t help the tiny chuckle that comes out of you. Perhaps, he’s telling the truth. After all, he’s a former rebel leader – most likely the smartest one out of all of them, too.

“I’m not sure when I’ll be back, so until then, stay strong, yes? You inherited the best from us: your mother’s kindness, your father’s brains, and your uncle’s wit.”

With a twinkle in his eyes, he places a hand on top of your head like he does when he messes with your hair.

“Your mother and father would be so fucking proud of their little plumcake, who turned out to be the best human being I’ve ever gotten to know.”

Uncle Cas gently wipes the lone tear on your cheek with a thumb and this time, actually ruffles your hair.

“Uncle, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Did you ever find out who did that to Mom and Dad all those years ago?”

Your uncle dons a sad, contemplative look, which surprises you a bit. You had been expecting him to react angrily, or immediately change the topic, but he seems to debate within himself whether to respond. After a few moments, he runs his fingers through his hair and sighs.

“After the…incident, I was given two choices by the president,” he begins. “Stay a rebel, be forever hunted by the government, but have more than enough resources to find out who killed my little brother and his wife and exact revenge. That, or live in the Capitol, raise the child they left behind and give her the future they would’ve wanted for her.

“Guess what I chose?” he then flashes you a lopsided grin that doesn’t quite reach his tired, pained eyes. “So, the answer is no. I don’t know who did it. Innises hate not knowing, I am aware – we have to have an answer for every fucking thing – but, that’s that.”

“You upended your life for me. I worry that I caused your divorce, that you regret your choice –”

“Hey, none of that.” Uncle Cas interrupts you with a firm tone, “Absolutely not. Your aunt and I already had issues, to begin with; one being…well, I would often be held up for days at a peacekeeper station for interrogation and she couldn’t deal with the worry –”

“Wait, you were tortured?” you exclaim in alarm, but he’s quick to break your line of questioning.

“ – The point I’m making is, plumcake, I have never, ever regretted choosing you – not a damn second. You are the best thing that could’ve ever happened to a man like me.”

The only response you can muster to his adoring smile is just more tears cascading down your cheeks. Just like he’s always done since you were a little girl, freshly orphaned and utterly helpless, he is quick to wipe the tears away. You love your mom and dad, but there’s nothing in the world that compares to having the Acacius Innis as your uncle.

“Now hug this old bag of creaking bones, it’ll be a while before we see each other again.”

And so you do, as tightly as if a mere embrace can keep him here, and whisper, “I love you, uncle. Please stay safe in 12. Please.”

“I love you too, my little plumcake,” he whispers back. “Between you and me, I may already have a welcoming committee awaiting my arrival. So you don’t have to worry your head over me. Yes?”

When he lets go, he assures you that while his own assets are frozen until his exile is lifted, he’s transferred enough money in your name to last you a lifetime.

“I know you never cared about any of that, but if you got any more animal shelters to donate to, it’s there. Whenever you need it.” Ruffling your hair once more, he crinkles his eyes, making the lines on his face more prominent. Another question pops into your head.

“Whatever happened to Petey?”

“I haven’t heard from him or about him, which is good news.”

Worriedly, you inquire another. “And The Headless Confectioner’s?”

“Ask your fiancé,” he replies flatly. “He’s starting to give us the stink eye, I think our time is up.”

Coriolanus allows you one more quick hug with your uncle before he escorts him away.

“Sugarplum, stay in here, please. I will be back to fetch you.”

A final smile from him, and your Uncle Cas is gone, and the only thing he leaves in his wake is the dull thud of the giant door closing behind him.

You just stare at the door after, hoping this is just one big practical joke and he’s going to come bursting back in with a stupid grin on his face.

Instead, you get Coriolanus Snow, who makes a beeline towards you as soon as he reenters the hall – when he’s but an arm’s length away, he stretches out his arm with the intention of giving you a hug.

For comfort? You’d rather eat a motherboard and wash it down with thermal grease.

You swat those hands away and say scathingly, “Don’t touch me.”

He seems hurt that you spurned him and begins to say, “Nellie, I only meant – ”

But don’t wait for him to finish whatever he has to say; instead, you storm out of the hall, with him tailing you. Wanting very much to get away from him for a while, you proceed straight to the ladies’ powder room where he can’t follow. You slip a handful of bills to the bathroom attendant so she can leave you alone and spare her the trouble of listening to your pitiful sobs.

It’s all you’ve been doing much of recently.

You reluctantly emerge from the stall, wiping your eyes with a tissue and making your way to the sink. Somebody’s leaning against the washing basin’s marble slab, but you don’t look at them – probably the bathroom attendant who just decided to go back to her post.

“You’re seriously not going back out there looking like that, are you?”

The gloating, high-pitched voice makes you look up from the sink. You don’t even have to glance at the only other person in the bathroom to figure out who it is.

“Get off my case, Livia. I’m not in the mood.”

“Crying on your own engagement party? Let me guess,” she taunts. “You just found out that your fiancé doesn’t really love you and he’s only marrying you for your money, our your status…”

She eyes you from head to toe, and adds, “Or whatever the hell he sees in you.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice?” you can’t help but whisper, more to yourself than her, as you stare blankly at the sink. “Maybe then, all this would be just a little more bearable.”

Something is shoved into your line of vision. A steel flask.

“I know you don’t drink, but I think now’s a pretty good time to start,” Livia says with a smirk. She takes note of your hesitance and laughs. “That’s how horrible you think I am? I wouldn't poison my own supply.”

She takes a long swig from the flask to prove it. You feel a tad guilty not humouring her, seeing as she’s making an effort to at least strike up a conversation, so when she hands it back to you, you take it and drink.

Whiskey. It burns your throat, but you welcome the eventual buzz.

“Honestly, I didn’t know I had to spell it out for you, you weren’t this dense in the Academy,” she snaps at you, frowning, as you give her back the flask. “If you’re that unhappy, call off the wedding. Break up with him.”

You sigh and just give her a nonchalant shrug. “It’s not that simple.”

“What do you mean?”

How much are you allowed to tell her, anyway? What would she do with whatever you tell her? Do you even want to tell her?

“I can’t do any of that. Not right now…” you whisper after a pause, which she eyes you suspiciously for.

You can feel the cogs in her brain work as she tries to process your cryptic message.

“Wait…” she says slowly. “You’re seriously not…what are you implying? Is your uncle making you do this?”

Your turn to laugh. “Heavens, no. He would never.”

Livia Cardew scrunches her face in confusion. “Wha – then, who…? Oh.”

Did she finally get it? Confusion morphs into realisation, and then into horror.

“Holy shit.”

There it is. Livia has always been smart. That good quality is just often overshadowed by her obnoxious vanity, her abrasiveness, and the tendency to annoy people just for the heck of it. She quickly strides to the powder room door and pushes the lock. She faces you once more with a look that’s determined to get more answers.

“How?” Her shrill voice echoes in the space. “Why? Why you? He could’ve chosen someone else more willi – all I’m saying is…why do any of this?”

“You mean, why not you?”

Her answer is a mere purse of her lips. She has no idea how many nights you’ve wondered the same.

“Why not, indeed…” you sigh again and follow it up with an exasperated query. “Can I go, now? I still have to paint a smile. That takes quite a bit of time.”

“Why won’t you run away?”

Of course, she isn’t letting the matter go. Should you not have told her anything?

“Back to the Districts? My inter-district travel pass is revoked. Besides, you don’t think I’ve tried? I’ve run out of ideas at this point.”

Your old classmate is still frowning, but there’s a hint in there of…pity. You have no need for it, but this is the first time you see something else in her besides hostility.

“Fuck. That’s just…fucked up.”

Yes, indeed. Everything is, now. Of course, you keep that to yourself.

“Well, there’s always divorce…” she says quietly, softening her tone. She adds, “Maybe I’ll still like him then...not that I haven’t moved on…you know, we never really dated? Or talked, even.”

“Why wait? You can swoop in right now. It’s not yet official.”

Please. Please get him off my case. If anyone else can get what they want if they just put their mind to it, it’s Livia Cardew. She and Coriolanus share that characteristic, the latter is just prone to more cruelty.

A high-pitched guffaw escapes her lips. “Oh, don’t empt me. I can’t tell if you’re just being sarcastic right now…okay, no you’re not.”

“I have to go. Don’t tell anyone.” You’re not sure your warning will hold, but it has to, for her sake. “Especially him. He can’t find out that you know.”

Livia rolls her eyes. “I’m not stupid. Hey, at least we now have something in common.” When you don a questioning expression, she clarifies, “We both hate this wedding. And this marriage. And we can’t wait for it to fall apart.”

You flash her a smile, which she returns with a friendly smirk. The first interaction you share with her that isn’t antagonistic in nature.

“I’ll drink to that…” you say. “Well, back at the table, at least. Thanks for the whiskey.”

“Hey. If you want to grab a cocktail, or whatever, you know my number.”

Nodding, you walk to the door and unlock it, mentally steeling yourself for yet another round of fake happiness around people you don’t care for, the only one person you care to genuinely show your emotions to now probably miles away on a train to a place you’ve never been.

“Nellie?”

You look back at Livia Cardew halfway through pushing the door open.

“I meant what I said. I’m going to destroy your marriage.”

“I’ll drink to that too – as soon as I’m back at the table.”

You can only hope she makes good on her promise.

There’s a tense silence between you and your fiancé as you both wait for the meal to arrive. It’s the usual late Saturday breakfast, except instead of reading the morning paper, Coriolanus is staring sharply at you from the rim of his cup as he sips his usual morning tea.

You completely ignore him, just like last night.

After the party, you’ve never spoken a word to him. He kept trying to get your attention as soon as you arrived at his apartment, but, when you slammed your bedroom door on his face, he thankfully retreated to his own and let the matter go.

But this is Coriolanus Snow, and he always has to get what he wants. And right now, it seems like he wants you to say something.

“Your uncle should’ve been in District 12 about six hours ago. I booked him a hovercraft instead of a train. That way, he’ll be less tired on the journey.”

So, now, he’s concerned about Uncle Cas all of a sudden?

“He’s probably resting, as we speak. He has access to video calls every two weeks, and phone calls every week, so he will keep in touch.”

You vaguely wonder how long you can keep this up without being punished for it because that’s the next step you know he’ll take once his patience has run out.

“This is temporary, sugarplum. I’ve told you before: your uncle’s exile will be lifted.”

You’ve gone this far, you shrug inwardly. Might as well.

Coriolanus huffs as he places his cup on the saucer. “Nellie, you’re being difficult. I’m trying here.”

How about trying to get Uncle Cas back?

You keep your lips pursed when the food arrives. You poke your way through the sausages, the salad, and the cheese omelette, chewing but not tasting anything.

“Don’t play with your food.”

So you set your cutlery down neatly on the plate to indicate you’re finished and take a small sip of your coffee. The clanging of his fork and knife in his plate almost makes you jolt in your seat.

“Nellie, you’re acting like a petulant child.”

This rebuke is said through clenched teeth and makes you peer into his eyes. He meets your innocent stare with an annoyed expression, so you open your mouth and whisper – the first thing you say out loud since last night:

“This child would like to excuse herself from the table.”

Without waiting for his permission, you get to your feet, walk away from the dining room and head straight into your bedroom, with your fiancé’s bewildered, indignant eyes following you.

Later, you hear a soft knocking on your door, followed by the jingling of your door knob. This continues for a few moments, as if rattling it would make it magically unlock.

“Nellie,” Coriolanus’s muffled voice comes through your door. “I’m going out.”

Good. “I hope you don’t come back,” you whisper.

“I can get you anything you like.”

How about getting me my uncle back?

You hear him audibly exhale, and say, “I’ll be back in a few hours. We will talk, then.”

There is total silence inside the house after his footsteps retreat, indicating he’s left. True to his word, he comes back knocking a little more urgently with another request.

“Come to the living room when you’re ready, but come quickly. I have something for you.”

Deciding not to push him any further than you have, you begrudgingly step out of your bedroom and proceed to the living room, where you find him tinkering with an old portable projector he placed on the coffee table, along with a stack of disks and a player, all of which look like they’d belong on a museum display.

“I did some digging in the City Archives and found some movies they were able to salvage from the war ruins. I’m not supposed to take them out, but I may have slipped the archivist a hefty bribe to borrow them a bit,” he says with a smirk.

Coriolanus seems to catch your curious stare at the piece of old equipment.

“This seems to be your kind of thing, I know, but the archivist also taught me how to operate it.”

“Au contraire, this is the first time I’ve seen one of these.”

He just chuckles as he inserts a disk on the player. “Take a seat, then. This afternoon will be a series of firsts for you.”

He pushes a button on the player while you make yourself comfortable on one of the cushions, facing the wall where the projector begins to display what seems like a dated movie. Judging by the title that it flashes, it’s a romantic comedy with pre-war style production. Not exactly your type of genre, but you sit through the film for about fifteen minutes.

Until she comes in.

Your posture goes rigid as you feel the colour drain from your face.

“Turn it off,” you say. Coriolanus throws you a puzzled expression and pauses the film which freeze-frames at her smiling coyly at the main love interest.

“I can put on another one if you don’t like this – ”

“No, turn it off,” you repeat with a firmer tone.

Your fiancé exhales in exasperation but makes no move to stop the player. “Maybe you’re not watching what I’m watching, Nellie: that’s your mother in that film. If my mother had a movie she starred in, I’d watch it over and over.”

With your jaw set, you get up from your cushion and try to turn it off yourself, but the stop button will not work.

Coriolanus pinches the bridge of his nose and turns to face you. “I know you’re still upset about your uncle leaving, and I’m trying here, Nellie. I just want to make you happy, but you’re not letting me.”

“You really think watching a couple of old films will cheer me up?” You finally snap. “What I’m watching is not my mother. That’s just her playing a character. That’s not how I remember her, she – ”

Your gaze lands on the eyes and the smile of the woman on the screen, so starkly different from the ones in your memory, just before the fated explosion. That smile is slowly slipping away in your mind, you realise, and the thought is enough to bring tears to your eyes, which you try to choke back.

“Hey, now…” your fiancé stands, looking slightly agitated – perhaps even guilty – and removes the player’s plug from the wall socket.

“That’s not her,” you whisper, “And I want to hold on to my mom the way I remember her.”

Coriolanus moves to take you in his arms, but you take a step backwards, which is enough to deter him from coming any closer. That doesn’t stop his displeased expression though.

It was a mistake, stepping out of your room.

Judging by the orange glow of the setting sun streaming through the window curtains in your room, it’s almost nighttime, indicating you hadn’t gotten out of bed or stepped out of your lockdown for more than twenty-four hours after your husband-to-be’s misguided attempt at cheering you up.

You never heard from him the entire day, at the very least. But just when you think he’s finally learned to give you some sort of space, you hear gentle knocking on your door.

“Nellie, open the door. We have a guest.”

He doesn’t sound angry or hurt, but you make no move to acknowledge him – or the supposed guest – and burrow deeper into the comforter.

After a few moments of pure silence, Coriolanus speaks, assumably to the guest, “I don’t think she wants to be disturbed right now.”

There’s something gentle, almost childlike, about the way he speaks to them, but it's maybe just your imagination. Mere seconds later, you hear faint scratching at your door, which puzzles you a little. Coriolanus would never scratch at a door no matter how desperate he is to make you unlock it.

“See? Maybe later, we’ll knock again, okay?”

A small, high-pitched noise from outside your room makes you jump out of bed. You kneel on the floor and press your ear against the door to confirm what you just heard.

Coriolanus lets out an exhale. “I know, little man. Let’s get you some food first.”

Meow.

Your fingers, moving of their own accord, twist the doorknob and let the door swing open by a fraction.

The tiny, furry head of Oscar the cat emerges from the crack, followed by his entire form swathed in his long, shiny, tuxedo-like fur coat.

“Oscar?” You call out softly.

Meow.

The male cat traipses towards you, his adorable pink nose sniffing you and the air around you. Remembering Patty’s advice, you hold out a forefinger to him, and he rubs his cheeks on you just like the first time you met him. He accepts a shorter set of head-pats though, and immediately jumps on top of your messy comforter, lays down on his side and begins grooming his little furry paws like he owns the entire bed.

And for what feels like the first time in a long while, you let out a genuine, hearty laugh.

“It’s been a while since I’ve heard you laugh. I want to hear it more often.”

You whip your head to your doorway to see Coriolanus, still clad in his coat, leaning against it, observing the interaction with a soft gaze. He crosses the threshold and attempts to pet Oscar on the head once, but Oscar swats his hand away with a paw.

Feigning a hurt expression, your fiancé pouts comically. “Fine, be like that. I guess you don’t need your daddy now that mommy has finally paid you some attention.”

Normally, you’d bristle at his implication, but you don’t pay it any mind. He seems to take this as a sign and decides to push it a little further with you.

“Nellie, why don’t we leave Oscar alone for a while? You must be hungry, so I got you some food.”

You stare at him for what seems like a long time with so many conflicting feelings: should you be thankful that he seems to have brought Oscar home? Is it fair that you’re punishing him by way of silent treatment when he seems to be making these attempts to console you? Should you thank him for giving Oscar a home?

But he sent Uncle Cas away.

Coriolanus helps you stand, unaware of your inner turmoil. He’s right about one thing, though – you start feeling the pangs of hunger and follow him to the dining area where a maid has just finished setting up the table. He sheds his coat and gives it to the maid, but not before taking out a piece of paper from inside the coat pocket.

He hands it to you and says, “You seem like the type with zero experience in handling cats, so I wrote down some instructions for you.”

You can tell he’s teasing you by the lopsided grin he flashes, but he’s right yet again. You both take your usual place on the table in a considerably lighter silence than before, and Oscar joins in just before dessert – you make him sniff a piece of your cheesecake with your fork, but he just turns his tail on it, clearly offended. He decides to perch on the farthest end of the table with his back turned, much to you and Coriolanus’s amusement. After the meal, Coriolanus instructs you what and what not to feed the cat as he fills Oscar’s little plate with a can of jellied tuna, which Oscar seems to take a huge liking to.

After the male cat saunters away from his empty plate with his full belly swish-swoshing to the sides, your fiancé turns to you.

“Join me for tea before bed?”

You give him a single nod and follow him to the living room where a fresh pot of tea is already waiting on the coffee table. Your light, almost one-sided conversation veers into wedding preparations.

“The wedding organizer called this afternoon. He says you’re going to need to finalise the names on your entourage.”

Another nod.

“Have you even listed a name down? Let alone chosen a maid of honour?”

You hum to yourself as you put your teacup down. “I think I have someone in mind. I’d still have to ask her, though. I’ll give her a call tomorrow.”

He squints at you curiously. “Care to tell your fiancé who it is?”

Oscar the Cat takes this exact moment to jump and settle his heavy bottom on your lap. You can’t help but smile at the little guy as you rub the back of his ears and he begins to softly purr.

“I’m thinking Livia. Livia Cardew.”

Enter Level 16 - soon

Next on Level 16 - You commemorate Sejanus's second death anniversary; wedding preparations are underway; Snowball gives you news about your uncle's exile.

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The Terror: When, How, Where... (PART 3)

See Part 1 (Intro, Episode 1 through 5)

See Part 2 (Episode 6 through 9)

1927 Admiralty Map (My beloved?)

To see the full map to interact with, click this link

List of Locations and approx dates:

Location 1 - David Young's grave (71.22, -96.60) - Sept 5 1846

Location 2 - Ships Position September 1846 (70.25, -98.00) - Sept 12 1846

Location 3 - Ships Position June 1847 (70.15, -98.30) - May 24 to Jun 11 1847

Location 4 & 5 - The Cairn and the Ice Camp (69.66, -98.27) - May 28 1847

Location 6- The Ships in January 1848 (70.055, -98.59) - January 10th- 17th 1848 

Location 7- The Ships in April 1848 (69.88, -98.57) - April 22nd 1848

Location 8 - Fairholmes' Last Resting Place (69.72, -98.35) - April 23rd 1848 

Location 9 - Terror Camp (69.644, -98.24) - April 24th-26th  1848 

Location 10 - Netsilik Massacre (69.62, -98.05) - April 25th 1848 

Location 11- Hodgson is found - Mutineers: (69.56, -98.06) - April 27th 1848 

Location 12 - Hodgson is found – Crozier (69.54, -98.14) - April 27th 1848 

Location 13 - Fitzjames Collapses (68.94, -98.79) - June 10th 1848 

Location 14 - Gibson's death (68.860, -98.73)  - June 27th 1848 

Location 15 - Fitzjames' Death (68.78, -98.21) - July 28th 1848 

Location 16 - The NorWest Passage (68.7, -98.06) - July 28th 1848

Location 17 - Hospital Camp (68.68, -97.74) - August 3rd 

Location 18 – Bridgens' death (68.70, -97.95) - August 10th 

Location 19/21 - Mutineer Camp (68.73, -97.99) - August 3rd 

Location 20 - Crozier Ambushed (68.67, -97.84) - August 10th 

Location 22 - Tulloch Point (68.56, -97.09) - October 5th - (Crozier) - August 30th (Little)

Location 23 - The Library (68.48, -96.58)  - October 9th (Crozier) - September 9th (Little)

Location 24 - Todd island (68.44, -96.29) - October 9th (Crozier) - September 14th (Little)

Location 25 - Starvation Cove (68.24, -96.59) - October 10th (Crozier) - September 28th (Little)

Location 26 - Netsilik Summer Camp (68.66, -95.932) - Silna

Historical and documented locations are in blue

Proposed locations by Franklin Researchers in orange

Proposed locations by yours truly in pink

Historical locations but for which the show took liberties... in red

P.S I couldn’t take my own screenshot from the show so… I had to try and find the best matching image out there this time :(

On With the Show

Episode 10 - We Are Gone

Episode 10 is full of action and, thankfully, will not make me ramble too much until after Silna rescues Crozier. If we generously accept that the previous locations and date I gave are good (or good enough), then we’ll situate the first three quarters of the episode pretty easily.

So, for the end of our tragedy, we start in a place we’ve been before;

 Location 19 - Mutineer’s Camp (68.73, -97.99)

Date: August 16th 1848

Nighttime - None

Daylight - 17h 26 min

Twilight -6h 34 min

Sunrise: 3:51 am, Sunset: 9:17 pm

The Episode starts with Hickey “welcoming” Crozier into his camp and we learn a clue about the date. “It’s a Wednesday”, followed, back at Hospital Camp, by Lt. Little who let us know that it has been a day since Crozier was taken by Des Voeux and Co.

So, the first question I have is: Did Des Voeux camp out the night? With what tent and what supply? They did not appear to have dragged anything with them. Perhaps they walked all night but that would have made for a very slow walk, probably, since we established that the Mutineers had camped only 6 miles away from the Hospital Camp and we’ve established previously that a slow pace for walking would be around 2mph.

Let’s address the first point. “It’s a Wednesday”. Well, my friends, I had previously placed Crozier’s being ambushed on August 10th and… that’s a thursday.

Therefore, I need to make a revision to Part 2, I’m afraid… I am not overly worried about this, however. I had based my timeline with very large stroke and I could either adjust that everything happens 2 days earlier that I previously said it would or 5 days later. Considering that the Tuunbaq battle happens during twilight and ends just as the sun is about the rise, and that was a couple of days later, I would be inclined to move everything forward 5 days. This would also give more “nighttime” for Hodgson to annoy Goodsir with his Catholic story… But also, this would explain why LeVesconte was feeling desperate enough to propose abandoning the ill, again. Time is flying by and they’re just… sitting… in that camp…

Therefore! Crozier comes into the Mutineer Camp on August 16th :) and we’re moving the day of Bridgens’ death on August 15th.

August 16th would also become the end for Mr. Goodsir.

And we are BACK at Hospital Camp for Le Vesconte little mutiny and, I have to say, I was so, so proud of Edward Little for trying to do the right thing… in a situation when there are no right decisions...

Location 17 - Hospital Camp (68.68, -97.74)

Date: August 16th 1848

Nighttime - None

Daylight - 17h 26min

Twilight - 6h 34 min

Sunrise: 3:50 am, Sunset: 9:16 pm

From Le Vesconte’s summary of their decision, this is also the day they leave Hospital Camp and, therefore, the day of Jopson’s death :(

Location 21 - Tuunbaq Battle (68.67, -97.84)

Date: August 18th 1848

Nighttime - None

Daylight - 17h 07 min

Twilight -6h 53 min

Sunrise: 4:00 am, Sunset: 9:06 pm

This is the next day, August 17th to August 18th (Tuunbaq dies shortly before the sun rises). 

Twilight would start at 9:19 pm but we started the day with a Goodsir breakfast and the question I would like to ask is this:

Did Hickey just wait until like… midnight to get them to start pulling that sledge? It looks like they did not come directly from the camp but from a little bit further away and maybe they chose to come at it from that angle because of the slope… Anyway, I’ll propose that, yes Hickey chose to wait until midnight to make them start pulling, making the battle happen on August 18th!

This would also mean that it would have taken almost 18 hours for Goodsir’s poison to take effect?

We’ll mark the location as the same as the Mutineer’s camp since they are so close to one another.

And now:

Crozier Recovers

 Location 19 - Mutineer’s Camp (68.73, -97.99)

Date: October 2nd 1848

Nighttime - 6h 20 min

Daylight - 10h 56 min

Twilight - 6 h44 min

Sunrise: 6:52 am, Sunset: 5:48 pm

The timeline for an amputation’s recovery are what I’ll need to use to check on when it is that Crozier can walk again.

Let’s start with the stump: I note that when Crozier announces to Silna his intention to try and find his men, the stump doesn’t have any kind of coverings. Meaning it would have been closed or scared well enough to not need it anymore.

(PS Looking for a screenshot of when he wakes up)

As you can imagine I haven’t found a lot of information on the web concerning how long an amputation would take to heal if it was made in the middle of the arctic wilderness with a hunting knife and no modern medical care… But there are some beautiful papers out there about how amputation being so ancient (31 000 years ago) proved that caring for our ill was very much a way of life even back then. Anyway, according to Myhealth.Alberta.ca, a below the knee amputation would take up to 4  to 8 weeks to be able to return to work with modern care… it took Mr. Blanky a measly 2 weeks of recovery before he could walk the half mile between Terror and Erebus after his own amputation and damn, if this is not the proof that Mr. Blanky was the GOAT. 

Mr. Blanky also had the advantage of being cared for by a doctor (although, 19th century Doctor…), which Crozier does not. Based on this, I will accept that it would be reasonable for Crozier, who lives in the same world of superhumans as Thomas Blanky, might have needed the full 4 weeks to recover. At least.

We also know from our analysis of some hair growth for episode 9 that it takes 1 month to grow half an inch of beard. Honestly, I’d say this looks like at least 1 month and a half growth…

Also, to find out the approximate date, Crozier tell us that it’s “too late” to be this far North. No doubt he means that they are most certainly veering into the colder months and that he knows that if they would need to reach the Netsilik winter camp soon. It’s definitely not August anymore.

Finally, we know that the endgame is, I assume, Starvation Cove (See location 25). Starvation Cove, we know, 

I am going a little bit ahead of myself, I know, but I feel this is important to establish the timeline because Starvation Cove is a known location, I do not need to guess where it is. I can already calculate that it is, when taking the probably path the survivors took (based on the 1927 admiralty map), 50 miles away from the Hospital Camp.

We established, at the end of part 2, that the speed they would have gone at would have been about 1 mile per day. Maybe after dropping the desks and so many tents (there was only one boat in Little’s last camp), they could have gained a little bit of speed. Let’s say 1.5 miles per day. This would mean that if they were going at their best pace, they could have reached Starvation Cove in a month.

And, then, they would have had to stop, too exhausted to move on,and they would have known hunger enough to resort to the last ressource…

I also want to point out that there is a fine layer of snow on the tents and the crates when Crozier reaches it. And there is frost on Poor Lt. Little’s face. So, here is the thing about snow: it melts when exposed to the sun at near freezing temperature, if it had fallen on surfaces that will absorb heat. In order for the frost to have remained on Edward’s face and for the barrels to be frost and snow covered (lightly), my canadian nose tells the temperature may have been closer to 23F (-5C)  than at freezing (32F or 0C). Which would be average for the beginning of October (according to timeanddate.com) rather than September.

I think I will accept that even though Blanky, bless his face, recovered from an amputation in 2 weeks, it could have taken Crozier 6 or 7 weeks and based on the time one would need to travel to Starvation Cove (probably 1 week for Crozier and Silna if we account for Crozier’s recovering speed I would like to established at 10 miles per day and also accounting for the fact that he looked MUCH improved by the time they reached Starvation Cove, which requires time) and between 30 to 40 days for Little, this would be the right timeframe for the travel and starvation to occur...

This would date Crozier and Silna’s departure from the Mutineer’s Camp around October 2nd 

And now, Crozier and Silna gets on their way to the next stop:

Location 17 - Hospital Camp (68.68, -97.74)

Date: October 2nd 1848

Nighttime - 6h 20 min

Daylight - 10h 58 min

Twilight - 6 h42 min

Sunrise: 6:50 am, Sunset: 5:47 pm

The hospital camp being, as established, 6 miles from the Mutineer camps, they would have made it there on the first day. And probably around noon if they had started to walk at first light. Crozier would have been slower than Silna and may have been able to walk only 10 to 15 miles per day. For the first couple of days, I expect that he could have walked closer to 10 miles than 15. I also would like to think that he would have taken the time to bury Jopson, making him the Gladman Point Skeleton (NdLe-16)

Location 22 - Tulloch Point (68.56, -97.09) (Not shown in show)

(Crozier)

Date: October 5th 1848

Nighttime - 6h 44 min

Daylight - 10h 41 min

Twilight - 6 h35 min

Sunrise: 6:54am, Sunset: 5:27 pm

(Lt Little)

Date: August 30th 1848

Nighttime - None

Daylight - 15h 22 min

Twilight - 8 h38 min

Sunrise: 4:46 am, Sunset: 8:08 pm

On their way to Starvation Cove, they would have had to cross Douglas Bay, a 3 miles wide little bay near the southern part of KWI.  It’s 26 miles from the Mutineers Camp (Which Crozier departed on October 2nd) and 20 miles from the Hospital Camp (Which Lt. Little departed on August 16th)

At a recovering pace of 10 miles per day for Crozier/Silna, they would have reached Douglas Bay at the end of their 3rd day of walking and I suspect that even though they sitll had some miles in them, they would have started fresh the next morning to cross the bay (Oct 6th).

At an average pace of 1.5 miles a day, Little and Le Vesconte would have reached Douglas Bay in 14 days and probably would have waited until the beginning of the 15th day to cross.

Location 23 - The Library (68.48, -96.58)

(Crozier)

Date: October 9th 1848

Nighttime - 7h 32 min

Daylight - 10h 01 min

Twilight - 6 h 27 min

Sunrise: 7:11 am, Sunset: 5:13 pm

(Lt Little)

Date: september 9th 1848

Nighttime - None

Daylight - 14h 00 min

Twilight - 10  h 00 min

Sunrise: 5:19 am, Sunset: 7:19 pm

This is the place where Little and Le Vesconte dropped all the books, what looks to be a desk and 2 side tables? (one would think that they’d have left that behind before Jopson :( )

I think that at this point they are getting much closer to the southernmost point of KWI, Booth Point. For 2 reasons: 1- Crozier seems to have recovered enough to be walking straight and without much difficulty and with enough strength to help pull Silna’s sled and 2- You can see they are close to the strait, like, right next to it. Which means that they would have been making ready to cross, which could be the reason why this is where they abandoned all the non essentials. If Little and Co crossed in mid-september, as the timeline I supposed when discussing Crozier’s recovery would lead me to believe, they would have crossed on thin ice, making it more necessary than ever to lighten the load. And because I started this journey to figure out how to reconcile the show with the locations of where relics were found, I think I would like this to be quite near River Piffer… you know… not too far from where they would have buried Le Vesconte… And we have for location 23 (68.48, -96.58)

I think Le Vesconte and Little would have rushed to cross Douglas Bay as to not be on ice when it is not cold enough yet to assure them it wouldn’t crack under their weight. They would probably have pushed to cross on the same day, making it a whooping 3 miles in one day. This would certainly have exhausted the men, bringing them closer to their demise. They would cross on August 31st, and start again on September 1st for the remaining 10 miles until location 23, probably at a slightly slower pace of 1.25 miles a day and reached the Library on September 9th.

TO BE NOTED: since 2009, the skeleton found and believed to be Le Vesconte by C.F. Halls in 1869 has been reidentified as Harry Goodsir. But! Well! You know!

Location 24 - Todd island (68.44, -96.29) (Not shown in show)

(Crozier)

Date: October 9th 1848

Nighttime - 7h 33 min

Daylight - 10h 01 min

Twilight - 6 h26 min

Sunrise: 7;10 am, Sunset: 5:12 pm

(Lt Little)

Date: September 14th 1848

Nighttime - 1h 22 min

Daylight - 13h 20 min

Twilight - 9 h18 min

Sunrise: 5:37 am, Sunset: 6:57 pm

The Route to Starvation Cove: I am still going to take from the 1927’s admiralty map there and accept that they crossed the Simpson Strait near Todd Island. One of the reason why I would agree with it is because their goal was to get to Back Fish River. Upon reaching Booth Pt, they might have realised that, well, that’s it. That’s the end of KWI. There is no land bridge connecting it to the Adelaide Peninsula. At that point, they had to cross but, before that? Well, they maybe had a chance that they could have kept pulling their sledge on firm ground and not attempt what might have been a frozen strait or a dangerous trek on unstable ice, especially in september. They would have attempted to cross at the nearest point possible from the river they were trying to get to. So, instead of simply crossing at the narrowest part of the Simpson Strait, they kept on going until they were facing Todd Island

Todd Island is 7.5 miles from the Library.

If we say that unloading their boat made the pace easier and back at 1.5 miles per day, then, Little would have reached this point in 5 days on September 14th and Crozier and Silna on the same day as they reached the Library, October 9th.

Location 25 - Starvation Cove (68.24, -96.59)

(Lt Little)

Date: September 28th 1848

Nighttime - 5h 46 min

Daylight - 11h 29 min

Twilight - 6 h45 min

Sunrise: 6:31 am, Sunset: 6:00 pm

(Crozier)

Date: October 10th 1848

Nighttime - 7h 44 min

Daylight - 9h 55 min

Twilight - 6 h21 min

Sunrise: 7;14am, Sunset: 5:09 pm

We know where this is :(

The thing about Starvation cove is that if we accept that Franklin’s men crossed at Todd Island, they would have been going SW when they should have been going SE to reach Back Fish River.

I would like to suggest that upon knowing that they would have to cross a large expense of ice in mid september ( which could have been potentially perilous as the ice was probably made fragile by the summer and it was not cold enough yet to secure the way), they… simply chose to go toward the point of land they could see. Which was this cute little point. From there, they followed its coast until their last stand.

Now, more daunting than anything, this is a monstrous 9 miles to cross. For Lt. Little and his unfortunate companions who I’ve recently reduced to a pace of 1.5 miles a day, this would have meant they needed 6 days to cross at that pace! I think they would have deemed it too dangerous and would have pushed, same as they did for Douglas Bay and made it 2.5 miles a day (crossing in 4 days - Sept 18). Once again, this would have taken from their reserves all their reserves and they would have slowed down to 1.2 miles a day until they reached Starvation cove, 7 miles away from their initial landing on the Adelaide Peninsula. From Todd Island to their last resting place, they would have walked another 10 days. It is September 28th 1848 and they have been hauling the boats for 5 months. They total mileage would have been between 150 and 170 miles with my proposed route from Terror Camp to Starvation cove.

Crozier and Silna would have been able to cross and reach Starvation Cove in a day, reaching it on October 10th, 12 days after Lt. Little and what was left of the crew.

OTHER LOCATIONS

Location 26 - Netsilik Summer Camp (68.66, -95.932)

For this one, I want to believe it is Gjoa Haven.

From Terror Camp, this would have been a 100 miles journey for Silna. If she took her time and made a comfortable 10 miles a day, she would have walked from TC to GH in 10 days or so. 2 weeks. But she probably footed it because it seems like she wanted her people to help, in some capacity, the Frankliners (which prompted the unnamed Netsilik hunter to lecture her on how the white men were disturbing the balance on the island)

Then, from Gjoa Haven to the Mutineer’s camp, it would have been 50 miles. If she had left with the other shaman the day Crozier got ambushed, august 15th (as it seems to be implied by the fact that the scene announcing her travel companion was ready to go being just after Tom Hartnell’s death), she would have made it just in time to save Crozier 3 days later on August 18th by walking 15 to 20 miles a day, which is a moderate pace for a hiker.

So, this coincidence comforts me into thinking that, yes, their summer camp WAS in Gjoa Haven : )

Which is to say, had her journey been continuous, she would have made it to the same destination as the men of Franklin in only 30 days or so...

It took Little 150 days to reach Starvation Cove…

Women are stronger?

Location 27 - Netsilik Winter Camp (???)

I don't even want to attempt this. There are no clues whatsoever as to where they might be. They also deserve a little bit of privacy!

That’s it! That’s the end! We’ve made it, friends! All 10 episodes!

For Part 4, I will attempt to correct the dates I retroactively changed from part 1 to part 2 and then from part 2 to part 3 and package all of this in a neat presentation that would be more digestible than this wall of rambling.

I will take my time to complete part 4 and review everything so I might upload it in a week's time or so, maybe more.

I rushed Part 1 through 3 so that it could get out of my head and you all paid the price for how much rambling there is ;) sorry!

Thank you for reading so far! This was a blast even though I felt like I was losing my mind quite a bit!

#the terror #the terror amc #the terror timeline #This was a MARATHON #Episode 10 #19th Century dead sailors #Reference #Maps and stuff #Hopes it helps someone else!

[namitha]

Dear August,

I'm back in my power.☺️🤟

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#i am thankful for the challenges that helped me to become who I am today.🙏 #wednesday 17 august

[notetaeker]

April 17, 2024 - Wednesday

1 week check-in after Ramadan! A lot of my habits are slowly trying to disappear but I'm really adamant this time about trying to keep thm going. This week has been pretty crazy I got to see so many people alhamdulillah! The flowers are blooming so beautifully, and there is a lot of rain. I have a lot of stuff on my to-do list. Classes are beginning again. I'm trying to fix my sleep schedule too! So many things to do! I'm not upset about any of it though, since I have spent the last few summers mostly working except for a few weeks each August. Still looking for a job but I'm looking more forward to spending this Spring well tbh ✨

#notes #studyblr #studyspo #oof any more of this and i will hate working lol

[seniouesbabes]

Lily Maymac 🌸🍒💋🌸 Beach vibes

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[female-malice]

The Iranian regime has executed more than 127 people, including women and children, since the Hamas attacks of 7 October, according to human rights groups.

According to data collected by Iran Human Rights (IHR) and the Norway-based organisation Hengaw, which have been cross-referenced by the Observer, there has been an alarming rise in executions since the beginning of the war between Israel and Hamas.

A third group, Human Rights Activists in Iran (HRA), confirmed that there has been a significant increase in executions since the 7 October attacks, stating that on Wednesday last week, the regime executed seven people within a 24-hour period.

Human rights activists and the families of those put to death have accused the regime of using the world’s preoccupation with war in Gaza as a cover to exact revenge on dissidents and put people to death without due judicial process.

“Since the start of the war, there has been little international focus on the human rights situation in Iran, and there has been no substantial response to the significant increase in executions,” said Mahmood Amiry-Moghaddam, the director of IHR, who added that his organisation has recorded double the number of executions in October and November compared with August and September.

Those who have been put to death in the last two months include a child, 17-year-old Hamidreza Azari, whose death was labelled “deplorable” by the UN last week.

IHR claims that Azari was executed for murder at Sabzevar prison after giving a “forced confession”, and that state media falsely gave his age as 18 when reporting his death.

Iran has also executed 22-year-old Milad Zohrevand, the eighth protester linked to the Women, Life, Freedom movement to face the death penalty for participating in the nationwide anti-regime protests that erupted across Iran last year following the death of Mahsa Amini, a Kurdish woman who died while in police custody after allegedly being arrested for breaching Iran’s strict dress code.

The UN also condemned Zohrevand’s execution, saying that “available information indicates that his trial lacked the basic requirements for due process under international human rights law” and that it was “troubled” by reports that Zohrevand’s parents were arrested following his execution.

In October, the UN condemned the Iranian regime for carrying out executions at an “alarming rate”. It said, according to its data, at least 419 people were put to death between January and July this year, which constitutes a 30% increase compared with the same time period in 2022.

But Iranian human rights groups now say that the surge of executions over the past two months has pushed the total number of death sentences carried out by the regime since the beginning of 2023 to more than 700. Civil rights activists inside the country say the executions come at a time of sustained and brutal repression by the Iranian authorities determined to re-establish their authority after months of protests and unrest.

“We face increasing restrictions due to the dozens of morality police on the streets, and we face harassment or arrests if we even share the news of executions or killings on social media. They are using the silence of the international community to avenge our calls for freedom,” said one political activist inside Iran, who said they have already been detained multiple times.

The regime has faced allegations that it is carrying out death sentences in secret, without informing family members and without giving those facing execution access to legal representation.

The family of 27-year-old Hossein Ali Dil Baluch, who was handed the death penalty for drug offences, say he had reportedly had his sentence reduced due to lack of evidence before he was suddenly executed in secret at Birjand central prison on 19 October. His family say they were not told in advance and did not have the chance to see him before he died.

“In the majority of these cases, at least 95%, the defendants lacked legal representation and didn’t have a lawyer to support them,” said Moein Khazaeli, a human rights lawyer at Dadban, a centre for counselling and legal education of activists.

“In most of the cases in the hands of the revolutionary court, the defendants didn’t even have access to the case files and didn’t even know what the accusations were.”

Activists and protesters who spoke to the Observer said the repression of those critical of the regime and those belonging to minority groups also continues to rise in Sistan-Baluchistan, Kurdish regions and among the Baha’i community.

Since the beginning of October, 38 Baha’i citizens have been collectively sentenced to more than 133 years of imprisonment by judicial authorities, according to human rights groups. The Baha’i community constitutes Iran’s largest non-Muslim minority and has been subjected to mass arrests, abductions and long-term imprisonment.

Human rights activists also say that in recent weeks the regime has been carrying out executions of prisoners who have been detained for years, sometimes decades, as their cases move through the judicial system.

Meysam Chandani was 22 when he was arrested in Sistan-Baluchistan province by the Islamic Republic’s intelligence forces in Saravan in 2011 and charged with “waging war against god”. Activists claim that for years Chandani faced torture and was refused medical help before his death on 11 November.

Many of those put to death in recent weeks had been charged with drug-related offences.

On 15 November, Zarkhaton Mazarzehi, 46, who was a mother and grandmother, was put to death after being charged with drug-related offences. A relative said she was a widow and supporting her whole family when she was arrested, and that after she was charged she was not given access to a lawyer and denied the charges.

“Zarkhaton did not surrender to the pressure [to confess],” they said. “The world shouldn’t doubt that the executions in Baluchistan have increased and will continue to increase in order to create terror among the people.”

The Baluch minority, most of whom are Sunni Muslims, have been disproportionately targeted, accounting for nearly one-third of all executions. The vast majority of Iran’s Muslims are Shia.

In the past few months, there has also been a wave of arrests of dissidents and lengthy sentences handed down to anti-regime protesters.

In November, Mahsa Yazdani, whose son was reportedly killed after being shot by security forces during an anti-regime protest in 2022, was sentenced to 13 years in prison after she demanded justice for her child on social media.

At the end of October, Iranian authorities also arrested Nasrin Sotoudeh, a prominent lawyer and human rights defender, as she attended the funeral of a teenage girl who died after a disputed metro incident with a member of Iran’s morality police.

[loturaweek2023]

Lotura Week 2023 begins in 7 days!

Prompts:

Sunday, August 13: Space Mall Sillies

Monday, August 14: Earth Culture Exploration

Tuesday, August 15: Beach Day Bliss / What’s the Weather

Wednesday, August 16: Free Day

Thursday, August 17: Runaways from Royal Nannies   

Friday, August 18: Wardrobe Updates Welcome

Saturday, August 19: Cooking up Chaos  

Interested in participating? Please read the Rules & Guidelines, or check out the main blog for the pinned post.

A friendly reminder: To be reblogged, please use the tag "loturaweek2023" and @loturaweek2023 in your post! This blog will be checked through September if you have a late submission.

Let's have some fun!

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[hanleiacelebration]

Han/Leia Appreciation Week 2023

Han/Leia Appreciation Week is an event originally hosted at @han-leia-solo between 2016-2019. Last year, and with their permission, we decided to host it at @hanleiacelebration!

Since Beth Revis' "The Princess and the Scoundrel" was released on August 16th, 2022, we thought it'd be fun to mark the date as the anniversary of Han and Leia's wedding 🥰 And since this year is also the 40th anniversary of "Return of the Jedi", you'll see prompts related to both of those things!

💗 How does the Han/Leia Appreciation Week work?

The event will run from August 13th to August 19th, and there will be two different prompts each day that creators can fulfill with: fanfic, fanart, gifsets, graphics, fanvids, headcanons, crafts, playlists, rec lists. You’re encouraged to tag your posts with #hanleiaweek2023 so we can reblog them! After the week is over, we'll also share a masterlist with links to the works.

You can show your appreciation in many ways; however, please keep in mind that it has to be a creation of yours of some sort, e.g. don’t repost other people’s fanart, gifs, or unedited pictures. Rec lists should include a link to the original source both for fanfic and fanart (more on this after the cut).

💫 The prompts

Sunday 8/13: Anniversary / Memory

Monday 8/14: Endor / Reunion

Tuesday 8/15: Rescue / Vision

Wednesday 8/16: Favourite scene / Quote

Thursday 8/17: Battle couple / Millennium Falcon

Friday 8/18: AU / Canon divergence

Saturday 8/19: Free day!

You can use only one of the daily prompts, combine both, reinterpret them, or skip the day if you can’t think of anything. If you’re not able to post on the same day for a prompt, you’re still encouraged to share it through the week—just don’t post works for a certain prompt before the day corresponding to that prompt.

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FAQs and Rules under the cut - please read!

💗 Can I post my work to another site and share the link on Tumblr?

Yes! This is a good option for people who might want to create explicit art that could be taken down on Tumblr, write a long fic or multichapter, or make videos or playlists.

💗 Does it have to be a new creation? Can I finish and post a WIP?

It has to be something that has never been posted anywhere else before, so finishing and sharing a WIP is okay! If it doesn’t fit any of the prompts, you can share it on Free Day.

💗 Is this event open to all ratings?

Yes! Just remember to use a “Read more” cut if you’re posting the whole work on Tumblr, and to add a note at the top if your work is rated Mature or Explicit, as well as if it has any major trigger warnings, so all folks can safely browse through the entries.

💗 Are there any length or quality requirements?

There’s no min. or max. length for fanfic or quality level for art, but please note that AI-generated works won't be accepted. For gifsets, there’s a minimum of two gifs (that must be made by you!). For playlists, there’s a minimum of five songs. For rec lists of fic or fanart, there’s also a minimum of five recs. Some more questions you might have about rec lists:

- How do I share someone else's art without posting a picture? You might post a thumbnail that crops a preview of the piece; if the piece has a title, you might use that; you might describe it; or you might say something like “this piece by [artist]”, and link to the source.

- What if I found a fanart on Google? Try to find the original source using reverse search image.

- What if I can’t still find it, can I just say “credit to the artist”? In that case, please just don’t share the piece.

- What if I know the artist but don’t have a link to the original source? Naming the artist and linking back to where you found it is okay, in that case.

💗 Is the event based on "The Princess and the Scoundrel"?

Not really! That's just an excuse to celebrate Han/Leia 😊 You don’t need to include or acknowledge it in any way in your creations, although you’re welcome to.

💗 Can I write for canon/Legends and include other pairings?

All canons, time periods, headcanons and AUs are welcome, and you're allowed to include side pairings, except for R*eylo. However, keep in mind that this is a Han/Leia appreciation week - at the risk of sounding repetitive, works should focus on appreciating Han and Leia's relationship!

💗 What's the time zone for the event?

Please don't worry too much about time zones: when we say "day", we always mean "whenever that day is for you in your part of the world". IE: if it's Monday for you, you can post your work for the Monday prompt.

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Do you have any other questions? Don’t hesitate to send us an ask or to message one of the mods: @lajulie24 @hanorganaas and @otterandterrier

We can’t wait to see what you all create!

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