#1537 development

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I posted a new YT video!!

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Color Symbolism in Channel 1537

I decided to share what colors symbolize what in Channel 1537. I will say that these do not apply to every single instance of the color, but its generally what I associate these colors with. Again, not every instance means what it says on this list, but by all means, you’re allowed to theorize.

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Purple- Lust

Green- Love

Grey- Sadness, Neutrality

Yellow- Optimism, Warmth

Red- Passion, Anger

Blue- Gender and Sexuality

Dull colors- Hopelessness

Saturated colors- Happiness, Content

Brown- Nature

Dark colors- Edge

Light colors- Innocence

Pink- Femininity

Black- Edge, Neutrality, Insecurity

White- Morality

Orange- Nature

Teal- Uniqueness

Beige- Modern, Casual

[cykiloc]

Me when I have to do anything for Channel 1537 (I simply won't)

[just-illegal]

AITA for lying to my friend about owning a frog?

Friend- friend is dubious.

Ok, so: I (M) was painting some frogs onto the tower I share with my roommate P (20-something or 30-something?, F), when - we'll call him J (can't be older than 20, M) - walked over to me and asked if we had any frogs. I gave him a vague answer, to see what he'd say, and he seemed to think we did... and he got super excited at the concept of frogs. He even offered a lifetime supply of food for it! Now, we didn't have any, but I did know a group of wild frogs with prophetic powers (long story), and I brought him to them, kind of killed one in front of him, and gave him the grandmaster frog (1537 and 2 months, M) as a sign of peace.

However, from the moment I gave it to him, I knew he was gonna kill it. Just felt it in my bones, you know?

I confessed to P what I had done, and she scolded me, reminding me that frogs were our thing and no one else on the server was supposed to have them. I knew I had messed up, but I told her that we could always just steal it back.

The next time we saw J, not soon after actually, we threatened him and asked where he had hid the frog. He was confused, I told P he had taken it from me, he told her about the food thing, and she started asking me all sorts of questions like I was the one who did something wrong! Asking me why I didn't tell her about the food offer, asking me why I would even take that offer up because we can steal from them so easily... We then got back to threatening him about the location of the frog, and he got super cryptic about it! Saying we didn't need to know, but that the frog was safe, and that he had renamed it.

After our talk with J, P and I started looking for the frog. She was gonna act as distraction as I went through their house, but it had been burned down a bit ago (long story) and I sort of wimped out and walked up to J and his friend instead. J said I had double crossed him for some reason, and when I made an offer he said he was tired of my deals?

I went and apologized to the frogs afterwards, don't you worry. They forgave me, but I knew I would have to make things right.

Will update you guys on developments, but I just wanted to post this now because I want to know if I'm really in the wrong or not.

Edit 1: I got the perfect opportunity today, so I decided to just steal it. I had to tell the frogs first, and picked one to act as a decoy.

I did manage to save it, and I brought it back home and hid it in a wall in the basement stairwell. Next, there was only one thing left to do: ask J to let us see the frog. He was a bit apprehensive, but I reminded him that we're great friends, and he promised to think it over.

He did make up his mind and let me see the frog eventually, but it turned out to be a ploy to kidnap me in an obsidian box! P did save me, don't worry! I still can't believe he would trick me like that, though...

He did later find the frog missing, and got super mad at me, like I'd done anything wrong!

By the way, I showed P the frog, safe and sound, and she was super proud of me!

Also, people have been asking for elaboration on the stuff I've said were long stories, but... they're long stories, and this post is already getting super long. Maybe I'll elaborate someday.

[uispeccoll]

Special Guest Post from John Martin Rare Book Room

Hardin Library of Health Sciences

INGRASSIA, GIOVANNI FILIPPO (1510-1580). Iatrapologia: Quaestio, quae capitis vulneribus ac phrenitidi medicamenta conveniant [Defense of Medicine: Question regarding the medicinals convenient for head injuries and meningitis]. Printed in Venice by Giovanni Griffio, 1547. 16 cm tall.

This month's book was one of six John Martin Rare Book Room items selected to be scanned as part of the Iowa Initiative for Scientific Imaging and Conservation of Cultural Artifacts (IISICCA) project. Iatrapologia (Greek: "defense of medicine") by Giovanni Filippo Ingrassia (1510-1580) was selected for two reasons. One, with backlighting through the thin, limp vellum cover, we were able to determine it had small pieces of manuscript waste that included both green and red inks. Different inks show up at different energy levels in Computed Tomography (CT) scanners - or sometimes not at all. Finding a variety of inks helps to calibrate both types of scanners used in the project.

And two, it's just a darn cool book.

Ingrassia was an influential 16th-century Italian physician. He grew up in a well-educated family and received a classical education. He studied at the University of Padua, one of the most important western centers for the study of medicine and anatomy.

There, he learned from renowned intellectuals and physicians, such as Realdo Columbo, Bartolomeo Eustachi, Girolamo Fracastoro, and, of course, the Anatomaster® himself, Andreas Vesalius. Ingrassia would go on to make his own significant impact on not only anatomical medicine but also public health and hygiene, forensic medicine, and teratology (the study of abnormalities of physiological development).

After completing his studies in 1537, he became the personal physician to a minor Italian noble family in Palermo. Soon after, he became the professor of human anatomy at the University of Naples. It was during his time in Naples that he wrote Iatrapologia. Ostensibly a book about how to treat head wounds, it was also a critique of the current state of medicine and surgery - one of the subtitles, liber quo multa adversus barbaros medicos disputantur, translates as "a book in which many things are argued against the barbarian physicians."

In Iatrapologia and elsewhere, Ingrassia argued that medicine should be considered a less subjective discipline. Treatments should be verified, results checked, and useful diagnoses disseminated among physicians. He also thought that physicians and surgeons should be integrated into a single profession to prevent surgeries by "unqualified" people. Indeed, in Iatrapologia, he states rather dramatically,

"Oh, God, so much human suffering has been caused by the vainglory of contemporary doctors. Indeed, surgery has been abandoned to some inexperienced, empiric [i.e., quack] physicians, most of whom are not only lacking in dogma, but also in what relates to the Art." p. 252

Ingrassia was also a strong believer in continuing education, suggesting physicians should refresh their dissection skills every five years so as to avoid becoming "imperfect and ignorant physicians." If nothing else, Ingrassia demonstrated a natural skill with insults!

Ingrassia made significant contributions to the field of anatomy, particularly with bones and the skull. He is most well known for identifying a third small bone in the middle ear, which he called the "stapes." He also described differences between human and animal bones, breaking down parts of each bone to make identification easier.

Ingrassia was not only a physician and anatomist but also a pioneer in public health. He held various political positions, most notably Protomedicus (chief physician) of Sicily, and implemented measures to prevent the spread of diseases such as malaria and the plague. He emphasized the importance of preventive measures, such as isolating infected patients and cleaning objects to reduce the risk of transmission.

Overall, Giovanni Filippo Ingrassia was a remarkable physician and scientist who significantly contributed to our understanding of human anatomy and the practice of medicine.

Our copy of Iatrapologia is a delight to hold and leaf through and, as indicated, holds a few secrets inside. The limp vellum cover is soft but dried out enough that it has a bit of a rattle while opening. The cover image above shows discoloration from use and bits of writing here and there. The textblock is in excellent shape, the paper bright, and almost completely free of damage.

One interesting surprise is a piece of paper that has been pasted over the verso side of leaf A3 in an attempt to cover up a printer's error (a repeated page from elsewhere in the book). At some point, someone made a concerted effort to remove the paper to see what was underneath. Whoever glued it on, though, made sure the vandal couldn't remove much!

Other surprises can be seen in the images above. The images show close-ups of the text visible with backlighting. In one image, green and red inks are still vibrant and really jump out. The IISICCA group estimates the date of the manuscript to be roughly the 10th or 11th century and suspects the complete word is some form of "archiabbas" (chief abbot).

Another image shows a small scrap where the photo is repeated several times. Different photo filters were applied in an attempt to make the text more legible.

Contact me to take a look at this book or any others from this or past newsletters: damien-ihrig@uiowa.edu

[weirdowithaquill]

Traintober 2023: Day 17 - Holiday

How Sudrian Tourism has Evolved:

Sodor has changed majorly thanks to the publication of the Railway Series and the subsequent Television Series, both of which propelled the island and its railways from being just another part of the UK into a tourism juggernaut. But the fact of the matter is that Sodor did not immediately transform from being an insignificant island on the coast of Cumbria to one of the most popular tourist destinations in the United Kingdom overnight – so how did it all change?

To understand, we must go back to the 1500s, and the Protestant Reformation in England. At the time, Sodor was part of the English Crown – but far looser than its Irish and Welsh neighbours. Due to its small size, rough terrain and low population, King Henry VIII was far less interested in confiscating Catholic land on the island than its surrounding areas. This was in part due to the both Sir Geoffrey Regaby and Bishop Michael Colden, who managed to guide Sodor away from the Lincolnshire Rising and the Pilgrimage of Grace. Due to their remote location and general poverty, Thomas Cromwell never visited Sodor, and Cronk Abbey was never closed. For its part, St Luoc’s Cathedral at Suddery was ‘converted’ to a Protestant Cathedral in 1537, but continued holding Catholic mass. This was done by holding the two religious ceremonies one after the other.

As Sodor was now one of the few parts of the British Isles that had a Catholic church and direct line to the Papacy in Rome, it became an ‘underground’ tourist destination as a new British site of pilgrimage, frequented by Catholics looking to attend mass at the Suddery Cathedral. In return for continuing these ceremonies, Sudrians became more devout to the crown – in particular to Queen Elizabeth I, and by 1603 the Catholic mass had been all but forgotten. This did not end the attractiveness of Sodor as a religious destination, due to the caves of Saint Machan and several other holy sites that litter the island; the numbers were not large, but they did lead to a number of important connections, especially with Ireland, the Isle of Man and English ports.

The next phase of Sudrian tourism came in the 1860s, when the Skarloey Railway found the long-forgotten Skarloey lake and hidden hollow. Rather than explain it, I think I’ll just use the description that the Reverend Wilbert Awdry did:

“Spas were popular at the period and offered the possibility of a lucrative passenger business. Skarloey’s mineral springs and sheltered situation took hold on the minds of some members of the Board, among them Shamus Tebroc who conceived the idea of developing Skarloey as a spa. An hotel and a number of villas were built as a speculation, and the gravity worked incline which had been installed for the conveyance of materials was retained and up-graded for coals, merchandise, and passengers’ luggage.”

Skarloey became the first of the Island of Sodor’s tourist hotspots, especially due to its proximity to Culdee Fell and Saint Machan’s cave. The popularity of the spas was good for a time, but began to fall off as the bad fortunes of the Sodor & Mainland Railway continuously hurt the Skarloey Railway’s tourism campaign with delayed and cancelled trains, ratty carriages and even standoffish staff. This led to Skarloey becoming a local holiday destination instead, but even that began to slow down as WWII loomed.

On the other side of the island, the Mid Sodor Railway also began heavily advertising their railway to holidaymakers across the UK, but to a somewhat better result. The Isle of Man Steam Packet contract the railway picked up led to a large influx of tourists across the late 1800s and early 1900s, up until the 1920s. The railway’s ability to reach the walled city of Peel Godred and the cave of Saint Machan (via the Culdee Fell Railway) made it a very attractive destination for tourists, though this would change at the end of WWI.

The advent of relatively cheap international travel via ferries in the 1920s did a lot of damage to Sodor’s tourism economy, as their major markets in England preferred to travel to either the Continent or the Lake District – or even as far afield as the United States. Sodor instead switched to being primarily an agricultural and resource-extraction economy, with some manufacturing. This continued throughout WWII.

Which leads us to May 12th, 1945. The Three Railway Engines was published – in colour – in the UK. It achieved enough success to lead to the continuation of the series in 1946, and again in 1948, and then again continuously until 1972. These twenty-seven years’ worth of publicity for the island and its railways had a massive effect. Skarloey was rediscovered and the budget-conscience holiday maker of the 1960s chose it for its low prices, high quality, and picturesque scenery, turning around the railways needed to reach it. The Culdee Fell Railway also saw an uptick in traffic as the Peel Godred Railway brought in more passengers than the old Mid Sodor Railway had.

Furthermore, tourists came to see the engines, a phenomenon not seen before in the island’s tourism industry. Insignificant towns such as Dryaw, Brendam, Crosby and Glennock became infinitely more popular as the sites of incidents in the Railway Series, or as convenient locations to stay for travelling the island. The biggest success story of the island’s cities was Cronk however. Cronk grew massively from the tourism trade as the most central location on the NWR to reach the various tourist destinations of Sodor – even Awdry takes a moment to mention ‘The Crown of Sodor’ Hotel on Sigmund Street due to its prominence as a hotel on the island.

This large influx of tourists was however of a majorly local source – the UK, parts of continental Europe and a relatively low number from North America. It wasn’t until the advent of cheap international jetplane flights in the mid-1970s and the debut of the TV series on October 9, 1984.

This debut is what changed everything.

The Thomas and Friends Television series was an international success, with translations into a number of languages (eleven by Wikipedia’s count) and broadcast around the globe. This, coupled with the opening of an enlarged airport at Vicarstown (which had been constructed in 1941 by the RAF and expanded by Vickers in the 1960s. The airport itself had been bought by the NWR in 1982 (probably in anticipation of the TV series) and began receiving jetliners from across the world as early as 1986.

Today, Sudrian tourism is one of the largest income producers in northern England due to its international status crafted by the Thomas & Friends series. The island is a popular tourist attraction for both railfans and Thomas fans, as well as religious pilgrims, spa enthusiasts, hikers, ramblers and historians. The airport at Vicarstown has been linked into the NWR via a spur line, and more recently a number of signs on the island have been converted to include secondary and tertiary languages, for better interpretation.

Sodor reached its best numbers for international tourists in 2019, when over 1.5 million people visited the island, making it the third most visited tourist destination within England, beating out Birmingham. The secret to it’s recent further uptick in visitors is the opening of a number of museums, galleries and other cultural sites on the island, as well as a strong advertising campaign that focused on the island’s major tourist draws, which are:

The North Western Railway, Skarloey Railway, Culdee Fell Railway and Arlesdale Railway from the Railway Series book and subsequent Television series

A pre-Norman era Abbey at Cronk, one of the oldest of its kind in Britain

Suddery Cathedral, which continues to be one of the few remaining pre-reformation cathedrals in Britain

Several Norman-era castles, including a completely intact castle at Harwick

The Walled City of Peel Godred

The caves of Saint Machan

Culdee Fell

Henry's Forest National Park

Skarloey and its spas

Museums, galleries, and cultural centres

The Standing Stones of Killdane.

This advertising campaign brought a greater variety of tourists to the island, especially those from North America.

The island was badly affected by the advent of the Coronavirus pandemic, which saw the high tourist numbers of the previous decade prop by over eighty percent, which forced the island to once again consider restructuring their economy around agriculture, manufacturing, and resource extraction. This eventually was decided against, as tourist numbers have slowly picked back up through 2022.

Sodor has been greatly affected by its rise to one of the most prominent tourist destinations in the UK, including a number of hotels being built on the island – many of which are converted manorhouses – as well as several upgrades made to the transport systems of the island, with updated ferry services between the island’s major ports and locations in the UK and Ireland, as well as the railway building a special line to the island’s main airport, new tram and bus services within the major cities on the island. The island’s railway system has also seen upgrades throughout the latter half of the 20th century, including a third track being added to the mainline, new signalling systems and a number of extra connecting services to cities in the UK, such as Manchester, Birmingham, Carlisle and Preston.

Sodor has grown drastically as a result of its tourism industry and is today an international tourism hotspot. The island continues to be popular into the modern day, as a result of strong advertising and a pointed diversification of tourist offerings on the island to help the island’s tourism industry grow and bring in profits for the island’s people.

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A Tale as Old As Time

When I was growing up, my mother told me that fairytales were inspired by true, real-life stories. My imagination went wild, I was ecstatic that my beloved Cinderella, Ariel, and best of all Belle truly existed. That the magical world of Disney was our reality, that everyone received their happy ever after. When I was a little older, I understood her meaning. The magic Disney incorporated into our favorite animated movies wasn’t real, but in the past there probably was a poor servant girl who fell in love with a “prince.” There are various retellings of Aladdin. If you research other cultures, there are numerous folktales of “animal brides and grooms.” Ordinary girls who fall for cursed creatures and break their spells. Sometimes in the stories, the cursed creatures themselves, the “beasts,” fall for the “beauty” and become a better person. They were tales as old as time.

Several years ago, I was watching an episode of “Mysteries at the Museum,” featuring a segment with a portrait of a man and woman from the Renaissance period. The striking couple was dressed eloquently as nobles, but the man’s appearance had a unique characteristic: his face and body were covered in long hair. The host introduced the man as Petrus Gonsalvus, who was known throughout Europe as the “man of the woods.” On hearing Petrus and his wife Catherine, the lady featured in the portrait, perhaps inspired one of our most beautiful fairytales, my heart skipped a beat. Could it be? My Belle and Beast?!?!?! I was transfixed by the program, finding it bittersweet.

Born on the Canary Islands in 1537, Petrus suffered from what was then known as “Werewolf Syndrome.” It is now known as hypertrichosis. A genetic disorder, in the days of Renaissance, the child was viewed as a beast. When he was ten years old, Petrus was sold (possibly by his own parents) and brought to the French king, Henry II, and was gifted to the royal. Believed to be a talking monkey, for a time, he was kept in a cage and fed raw meat and animal feed…Until the king realized Petrus was intelligent. This could be an experiment, to turn a beast into a man! Petrus grew into a man, polished and articulate, educated, and he possessed a gentle soul. The court appreciated his talents, but continued to look upon him as a beast and a social attraction for their amusement.

When King Henry II died, his wife Queen Catherine de Medici – a woman infamous for her cruelty and coldness – inherited Petrus and decided that it was time for Petrus to marry and to have children. The idea was to produce further “beasts” for the court. In keeping with tradition amongst nobility, a marriage was arranged. The bride-to-be was named Catherine Raffelin and little is known about her except her rare beauty, and that she didn’t meet Petrus until the wedding day. Rumor had it, on their wedding night, Catherine fainted from fear. Catherine eventually overcame her terror when she discovered Petrus was a gentle soul, and a friendship developed between the two.

The couple was considered an oddity at court, but the queen was pleased when Petrus and Catherine had children, and four of their children had hypertrichosis. After the death of Queen Catherine de Medici, Petrus and Catherine and their children were shunned by the French court and traveled through Europe, presenting themselves as entertainment for various kingdoms. Petrus and Catherine’s children who were deemed “beasts” were taken from their parents and given to other royals as pets. Throughout the years, through all of the trials and tribulations, Petrus and Catherine remained together, side by side. They finally made their home in Italy, and the last mention of Petrus was in 1617, when he attended his grandchild’s christening. It is believed he died in 1618, and was denied a Christian burial since he was still not considered human. Catherine’s death is acknowledged to be in 1623. Their graves’ location is unknown.

            Petrus and Catherine themselves are largely forgotten by contemporary audiences, but they left a lasting impression on the world. In the 18th century, two versions of the French fairytale, Beauty and the Beast, complete with magic, curses, and true love breaking spells, was published and they later became the inspiration for the famous animated Disney classic and other renditions.

  The short segment about Petrus and Catherine on “Mysteries at the Museum” piqued my interest, and I had to know more. Did they love each other? Well, there is no way to know for certain what Petrus and Catherine felt for one another. However, the portrait that remains of the couple, shows Petrus and Catherine standing side by side, and Catherine’s hand is resting on Petrus’ shoulder. From my research, such a gesture shown in artwork was a sign of affection in those days, suggesting Catherine did care about Petrus. And she may have been the only one in the world who was able to see him for the man he was.

[cheesesparkleskirakira]

“Of all losses, time is the most irrecuperable for it can never be redeemed.”-Henry VIII

This man wrote this while writing a love letter to Anne Boleyn.

Not to say he was wrong, but the situation's irony can't be ignored. He did have a point, of time being the one thing you really, really can't get back.

Henry VIII was born on 28 June 1491 to King Henry VII and Elizabeth of York. He was one of the 4 children to survive their infancy. He wasn't expected to become king one day and was given many titles as a small child for his father to hold onto power. He was bestowed with titles such as  Constable of Dover Castle, Lord Warden of the Cinque Ports, Earl Marshal of England, and Lord Lieutenant of Ireland at age three and was made a Knight of the Bath soon. The day after the ceremony, he was made the Duke of York and a month or so later Warden of the Scottish Marches.

After his brother's death in 1502, he now became the Prince of Wales and the new crown prince. Talk about the time cut from being a child at the age of 11. In 1509, he was married to Catherine of Aragorn. Their marriage was strained and jilted, with Catherine giving births to many stillborns or their progeny dying early in childhood, along with Henry having many mistresses. But the couple's mood seemed to improve with the birth of Mary. He fought many battles, off paper and on paper, and signed a peace treaty with France. He had fights with the Church, and with the issues of wealth. He was a man of twisted luck. His marital future, however was one lain with many problems. His favourite way of dealing with them? Beheading or demoting. Henry VIII had a total of 6 wives, who he each married for the sake of bearing a male heir. Starting with: Catherine. She was demoted to princess for "already having her honor consumated by Henry's brother Arthur before her marriage to Henry" ergo, making her marriage invalid. Henry annulled their marriage in 1533. Cutting a marriage of 23 years short, imagine the small moments they might have shared, the small joys. The passionate wife: Anne of Boleyn. Henry actually had developed a passion for her, and most likely did love her. Henry went against the Church in order to marry her, and when the matter of progenies came to order, Anne produced one daughter, Elizabeth but no sons. Furious, he took on mistresses. Anne, who felt spited, sought to fight back and conspired to remove a mistress from court. Henry then sought to remove her permanently, and charged her with adultery and treason, thus having the marriage annulled. She was beheaded in 1536. Three short years, and how painful they were after the joyful hope they had in the start. The hopeful wife: Jane of Seymour Mere days after Anne's death, Henry VIII married Jane Seymour, and in 1537, died after producing a male heir in complications of childbirth to Edward VI. The time she could have treasured, the time she was cruelly stripped of. The lucky wife: Anne of Cleves. A lucky wife, Anne was struck with pox marks after being stricken with smallpox in her youth. When the artist came to paint her portrait to show as a possible option for Henry's wife, he painted her with unblemished skin. When Henry finally met her, he found her ugly and demoted her to "King's sister" thus making his 4th marriage one of only 6-months. The one who got away, you could say. He married her in 1540, and annulled their marriage in 1540 alone. Time soon showed that she and two others were the luckier ones in the coarse of the long line of Henry's marriages. The one who was loved but thrown away: Catherine Howard. Henry, was now older, overweight and possibly with mental issues. He married her in 1540, and showered with gifts and affections, till rumours of her committing adultery started to appear. Henry didn't believe it at first, till he checked it out and discovered that it was true. He beheaded her in 1542. What could their marriage have been if he had forgiven her and sought to make peace with her? The last and agreeable one: Catherine Parr Henry married her, and she played a smart wife, who could have been the one for Henry all along, if he had lived longer, and if he had met her all those years ago. She played Regent when he went to battle with France, as well as convincing him to make his two earlier children, legitimate and ready for the throne. S Time was not Henry's friend. Time was Henry's greatest enemy. With the time Henry lost in his childhood, turned him into a warped husband to his first wife. Then to a mindless cur in his next few marriages. With his final one it showed him what he could have had, had he stopped.

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Deadly Inferno {A Patrick Hockstetter Fic}

Part 2 - Hockstetter Kind Of Girl

Word Count: 1537

Warning: Mature Themes

I twirled my pencil between my fingers as absolutely no one was doing any sort of work. Today was the last day of school and well, it was a waste to even worry about school work. My Polaroid camera sat neatly on my desk, having been out most of the day taking random pictures of Bev and I smoking, Vic and I tormenting Henry. And my last picture for the last day of school, was a surprise photo of Patrick sitting behind me with his usual slouched demeanor, his eyes directly focused on me. I smirked at him before I turned around, the photo coming out as I shook it to help it develop. Before I could even place it in my bag, his hand twirled around my hair and yanked my head back so hard I thought he would snap my neck.

"What the fuck Hockstetter?!" His smirking face was the only thing I saw before he suddenly let me go, a portion of my hair lingering in his hand that he purposefully yanked out. He suddenly smelled it, his eyes practically rolling in the back of his head from the immense pleasure he felt course throughout his entire body. Finally, the bell had rung before anything else could be said, putting my camera away and the photo of Patrick I took in my bag I usually carried around with me. My cigarette pack was calling my name and I was ready to get out of here for the summer.

"Hey Leslie! Want to hang out later? I don't feel like being home honestly." Beverly Marsh was the best girl friend I've ever had. Smart, cunning, and always fun to be around, we had two dads that were the absolute worst. Except hers was a total creep. Mine was just an abusive asshole. So any chance we could get to stay far away from home, we took it.

"Duh. By the way, those pictures turned out great. Except I'm giving you the one where smoking is evident because I don't trust my dad to stay out of my bag." She laughed a little before taking the photo from my hand, placing it in her pocket for safe keeping. That's when she noticed the picture of Patrick firmly in the pile of photos, smirking a little in knowing. She loved teasing me about him.

"Hockstetter huh? I knew you were a Patrick kind of girl." She winked at me with a little smile in place as we walked down the hall, just as I saw them lingering in their usual spot against the wall where they can mock and laugh at people walking by. Patrick was being bold by showing his obvious intent with me by licking his lips and winking at me once we walked past. Henry simply eyed me with Beverly and it felt completely awkward. They did things together in the past, things that felt weird to even admit considering that's my brother and she's my best friend. He never lets her forget it either. Like me, she's considered a slut. Especially by Greta. She comes after both of us unfortunately. Except before I lit her hair on fire with a zippo lighter Patrick had given me for my cigarettes last year around my birthday. My dad was less than thrilled when the school called him about the incident, confiscating the zippo immediately once I got home. But I simply found it once he was black out drunk one night in his shirt pocket. He completely forgot about it. But I didn't forget the belt I got to my back over and over again. Patrick of course was proud that I even lit someone on fire.

"I guess I've decided I'm tired of being told what to do by Henry and my dad. They are on a mission to keep me away from Patrick. My dad doesn't even realize that I ride with them to school everyday. They hide me until we are out of the driveway. Same thing going back. But usually he's not home after school." Bang up job they're doing huh? I'm constantly around Patrick. Because I'm usually always with Henry. Henry wasn't always the way he is. He used to be different. Until mom left at least. Now he's a pompous asshole who bullies kids younger than him who can't really defend themselves against them. By them I mean his entire gang. Because usually he doesn't go at it alone. Sometimes.

"Don't worry about them, okay? I know it's hard to when they constantly threaten you. But you clearly like Patrick. Even if he is a creep...." I playfully slapped her arm as I drew a cigarette out of the pack from my bag and lit it up with the infamous zippo that nearly burned Greta alive, careful to see if any snitches were around that would report back to my dad. Thankfully, no one was. I inhaled on the cigarette in pure bliss, exhaling softly into the summer air, leaning against the school building.

"Yeah well.... I guess I'm fucked up then huh?" She did the same as I, not really caring if anyone saw, simply smiling at me. She never judged me. She just wanted me happy. We both wanted each other happy. But, not everything was sunshine and rainbows.

"Nice frisbee flamer!" I rolled my eyes and stubbed my cigarette out against the wall behind me before bolting towards the guys now heading towards the trans am, Patrick tormenting Stanley Uris as usual. Stanley is Jewish, and he always gets picked on for it. Honestly, they just pick on all of them to just do it.

"Patrick! Come on, don't bother that kid." Stanley had time to stand while I distracted Patrick, his attention solely on me now as he walked right towards me, his long legs taking long strides until he was directly in front of me.

"You're such a softie for these losers huh? Don't go getting all lovey dovey with them though. I wouldn't be too nice about it." I simply rolled my eyes, noting Beverly standing in place further away with a roll of her eyes before she waved at me, walking away towards the back of the school to our usual spot. A spot close to my house that no one knew about except for us. And well, Patrick. He found me there once because he was stalking me of course. I always go there when things at home are rough. Which is all the time.

"Oh Pat, how many times do I have to say you're it for me? Oh baby, oh baby." I softly nudged his arm as I went past him towards a now pissed off Henry of course picking on Bill Denbrough. Bill had been through a lot this past year, losing his brother Georgie. Georgie was a sweet kid. I used to babysit him, surprised the Denbrough's even trusted a Bowers around their kids. But I wasn't like my brother. And they seemed to be happy with that. They didn't seem to listen to rumors around town either. Thankfully. Otherwise they'd probably think I'd do something with Bill. The only interest I have, is Patrick. And I won't lie about it.

"Come on Henry. Leave him alone, alright?" Henry's eyes now engaged with mine and they were spitting fire. He roughly grabbed my arm, just as he noticed something behind me, already knowing it was dad from when I was walking away from Patrick. Dad was constantly patrolling the school because of the missing kids. He let go of me, but not before going past me and slapping a spit filled hand against Bill's cheek.

"Don't get in my way ever again Leslie. Or else." He simply stalked away as I glared after him, anger coursing through my veins. I mouthed a sorry to Bill and the others before I walked away towards the trans am, Patrick following closely behind.

"You know I'm sick of some scaredy cat bitch sticking up for a bunch of losers who all seem keen on getting in your pants. If they haven't already....." Henry's words actually stung a bit, but not long enough because once I climbed my way inside the trans am, I roughly slapped him against the head, igniting an all out war where he tried to grab for me, but Patrick pulled me onto his lap and held me all the way back against him, his arms holding me down firmly.

"Fucking asshole!" I went limp against Patrick, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. Of course Patrick's happy ass was digging into my shorts and I knew it wouldn't be long before someone did actually get into my pants. Patrick. Because I was tired of fighting to stay away from him in fear of what would happen. I shimmied across his crotch, knowing it would drive him absolutely insane, feeling him hardening even further, If that's even possible. I pretended it was an accident. But he knew I was toying with him, feeling his fingers toying with the hem of my shorts. He was losing his mind. I was playing a dangerous game. And I loved it.

[fideidefenswhore]

When it came to the making and promulgation of policy, however, Oxford was far less important than his friend and associate, Thomas Cromwell, who was the King’s secretary in 1535, was appointed Lord Privy Seal the following year, and is usually reckoned to have been the motivating force in the development of drama in support of crown policy in this decade. However, all available evidence suggests that he only began work on this project more than a year later. It seems to have been the Pilgrimage of Grace in the autumn of 1536 that demonstrated the need for a systematic propaganda exercise to counter the dangerous persistence of Catholic sentiment in England. Around this time, Richard Morison, a relatively new member of Cromwell’s secretariat, sent the King a paper critical of the ‘lewdness and ribaldry’ of the Robin Hood plays commonly acted on holy days, and proposed an alternative: ‘How much better is it that those plays should be forbidden and deleted and others devised to set forth and declare lively before the people’s eyes the abomination and wickedness of the Bishop of Rome, monks, friars, nuns, and such like.’ Cromwell himself then took the idea forward in 1537, seeking out suitable playwrights and paying acting companies through his own household account. By 1539, as one scandalized French diplomat saw it, there was ‘not a village feast nor pastime anywhere in which there is not something inserted in derision of the Holy Father’.

1535: A Midsummer Night’s Apocalypse, Martin Wiggins

[cykiloc]

why does she like him again?

[channel1537]

some nolan sketches before my boy gets any real CGs

[hrefna-the-raven]

Lawmen

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Words: 1537

Warnings: smut (18+)

Chapter 7 - Thou shalt love thy detective as thyself

Two months had passed since that eventful night including the Jackal and you. In all sincerity, things between the two of you had actually calmed down a bit and you were back to the usual professionality, at least on the surface. Two days after that night, you were back to work with him and his behaviour made you boil inside. He kept on working as nothing ever happened, not even a hint of remorse eventhough he started it all with his kiss, but somehow, in the deepest profundity of your mind, you were grateful for the lack of need to discuss this through, it would have been the most awkward talk you ever had. Little did you know of how Perkins really felt, for it might have changed the whole situation. He was a mere a shadow of himself after that night, barely capable of keeping his cold façade at work, while at home, alone, he kept on drinking his mind to an endurable silence, rocking his sobbing drunk self to sleep. You broke the man, which was an accomplishment many strived to achieve and you would never know about if he had any say in it.

Despite the confession and the kisses, things with Reed weren’t great either, pretending to not love someone over years exacted its toll, so there was not much to be expected except embarrassing stare offs and cringy silence between the occasional wiggings. Well isn’t life wonderful, you sighed and packed your stuff to leave for your training with Vaz, which was the sole pleasant constant nowadays. You took a liking to the slightly crazy guy, you thought and fought alike and you sensed a great friendship slowly but gently developing. An android greeted you as you entered the precinct, letting you pass immediately to its right. After a heated discussion with Captain Fowler, Vaz apparently managed to get you direct access, you weren’t part of any of the units in this building, but you were a Fed after all, so you’d hardly pass by to do any harm, not keeping count of the bruises on Vaz’ body after each of your sessions. You stopped at the coffee machine in the break room to have a quick cup before you head down to the sport’s equipment room when you spotted a familiar face.

“Hi Dave”, you smiled approaching the man who looked so different in his uniform.

His usually stern expression formed into a gentle smile as he spoke your name. The way his deep voice embraces every syllable of your name always made quiver inside. You got to know the man better over the last months, he seemed quite intriguing and you spent many evenings until late chewing the fat with him. Your eyes wandered off and stopped at his name badge.

“Captain Allen?”, you spoke out surprised.

He only chuckled in response as you continued.

“Hang on a sec, you’re not only a colleague of Vaz, you’re actually his friggin’ boss!”

David burst out laughing, causing you to blush embarrassedly. It was endearing to see the usually stern man, so carefree because you were clueless for once.

“You’re not only a Fed, but the Jackal’s partner and you had no idea who I was?”

“Hey, I’m no stalker, except my job expects me to be!”, you defensively lifted your hands in the air, “or do you have a criminal operation running that would need me investigating you?”, you grinned challenging.

“No, but I might start one if it means a beautiful clever woman would stalk me.”

He wiped a tear from his eye and gave you a charming wink that completely disarmed you. Before you could even begin to contemplate how to respond to his flirtatious behavior, a strong hand rested on your shoulder.

“Hands off, Captain, this one is mine!”, you recognised Gavin’s voice.

“Don’t you thi-“, he interrupted your contradiction by turning you around and pressing your body against his.

He pressed his lips on yours and pushed them apart with his tongue. You almost felt David’s disgusted headshake as he passed you, mumbling something opaque. Peeking through a half shut eye, you saw how Gavin purposely stared at the Captain. You expected him to release you after the two of you were alone but he just tightened his grip around your waist and if it wasn’t for the desperate need of air, you would have bet that his lips would have never left yours again. You were panting, he definitely caught you off-guard with his behaviour, not that it made you mad or it was unwanted, but after the silence, it was quite of a surprise, an arousing one, sort of and you almost groaned as he finally took his hands off you.

“I have been a douche, lately, and well, let’s start this whole thing over”, Gavin awkwardly rubbed his neck.

“Lately?”, you huffed.

“Always?”, he hesitantly tried to conciliate, “more than usual?”.

An involuntarily chuckle left your lips and you took his head between your small hands.

“You are, undeniably, the biggest idiot I know”, you struggled to keep your serious tone, “Gavin fucking Reed.”

His gaze dropped to the ground as he shifted uncomfortably on his feet. You dwelled in his sudden insecurity and feasted on the sight of the blush creeping up his cheeks. Seeing the idiot detective so flustered was actually a lovely sight and it gave you some welcomed assurance that he actually did care about you, pushing away the upcoming dread that he might be a bit more possessive than you cared for. You grabbed his hand and dragged him downstairs to the shower cabins of the training room.

“What are you doing? I need to finish my paper work and-“, you stifled him down by pressing your hand on his mouth.

“I’ve got fifteen minutes before Vaz shows up and I’m done playing the hoping and waiting game, it happens now, Reed!”

Baffled by your sudden harshness, he gulped nervously as you undid his belt and pushed down his pants and briefs. You licked your lips as you saw Gavin's abundant and already hard cock, you always thought he would exaggerate at the size, but between all the lies he ever told, you found one of the rare truths which only left you with more desire. You kneeled before him and slowly took his twitching cock in your mouth, starting to slowly bob your head up and down. Gavin struggled at first to keep quiet as you sucked faster, occasionally flicking your tongue over his sensitive throbbing head, but then completely lost it as soon as you sucked harder and he hit the back of your throat. The sweet taste of his precum filled your mouth as you went back to teasing his tip eagerly. Gavin, panting and moaning, grabbed your hair and pulled your head away. You got up and started to undress in front of him, since, later, you would need to change into your sports outfit anyway, you felt comfortable to take off everything, slowly piece by piece, leaving Gav drooling and aching with his desire for you surging through his whole body.

"Come on, Detective, I want you right here, right now!", turning around gently, pressing your ass against his wheeping dick.

A wicked grin spread across his lips, this teasing game could as well by a two player game. He put his tip at your entrance, nudging a bit, without really entering.

"I don't know, Agent, I'm not sure if we should work this closely together to solve this - immediate - case - of - horniness", he stressed out every last word, provoking your impatience.

"Don't play with fire, Reed!", you groaned and bucked you hips towards him, causing him to slide inside you without time to react.

The two of you moaned loudly at the sudden release and pleasure and your walls tightened around his thick cock. He briefly adjusted his position before pulling almost all the way out of you to then thrust back in just as slowly. You whimper, every muscle in your body tense as Gavin continues to speed up his leisurely pace, pushing in and out of you faster and harder at every thrust. He felt you tighten around him and you both groaned in ecstasy as you grew closer to your climax. He dug his fingers deeper into your hips, trying to pull you closer and pushing inside deeper. You both cried out each others names as you came undone and you let out a last satisfied moan as you felt his seed filling you up inside. Gavin took his dripping cock out of you and turned you around, putting one hand on your back and one on your cheek, pulling you so close that the tips of your noses touched each other. His hazy eyes stared right into your soul, making your skip more than just one beat.

"I love you, you know that right?", he breathed hard through his nose, while a few sweat pearl ran down his front.

"It might just happen that I love you too, douche", you whispered.

Chapter 8

[codeshive]

COMP 1537 – Assignment 4 solved

Objective For this lab, you are going to get acquainted with Node.js, or simply known as Node. Node is a server environment that allows you to run JS on the server-side. This can streamline your development process since you are using the same language on both the client as well as the server. As well, Node.js comes with a plethora of modules for various features. Windows users, use this link to…

[codingprolab]

COMP 1537 – Assignment 4

Objective For this lab, you are going to get acquainted with Node.js, or simply known as Node. Node is a server environment that allows you to run JS on the server-side. This can streamline your development process since you are using the same language on both the client as well as the server. As well, Node.js comes with a plethora of modules for various features. Windows users, use this link to…