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[tomhollandnet]

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[miss-butterscotch]

26.04.2024 // 3.00pm new semester begins soon :-)

[lovecarlysblog]

you've already rotted half the day?

rot until 3.00pm

from 3.00 to 3.15 ♥ open curtains, go to the bathroom, and make your bed

from 3.15 to 3.35 ♥ stretch for 5min, get changed, and put on some laundry

from 3.35 to 3.55 ♥ make breakfast, and eat without technology, and not in your sleeping area

from 3.55 to 4.15 ♥ go on a short walk to be in nature

from 4.15 to 5.05 ♥ hang out washing, and do your homework or anything else you have to do, not in your sleeping area

5.05 to 5.30 ♥ wash the dishes, and take some indoor loungewear to the bathroom

from 5.30 to 6.30 ♥ shower, get changed, and reward yourself with couple of episodes of your favourite show

from 6.30 to 7.00 ♥ put away dishes and washing, while listening to music

from 7.00 to 8.00 ♥ do your nighttime routine to get ready for bed, and anything else you had to have completed today xx

[automaticcroissantbatsludge]

Snapedom

I know most of us at least don't like James for many reasons. He bullied our boy because he existed. He threatened to hex Lily, who was the girl he fancied. He also held her best friend's safety as a bargain to blackmail her to go out with him.

I have some news for you. Even though holding someone's safety as a bargain was not nice. But James didn't know that Lily and Sev were friends.let alone best friends.

From the J.K. Rowling and the Live Chat, Bloomsbury.com, July 30, 2007 (2.00-3.00pm BST).

Jk said: Yes, it was known that they (Lily and Snape) were friendly and then stopped being friends. Nothing more than that would be widely known.

She said that most people knew they were friendly, not friends. Two of the words may be similar, but it was so different. 

When you are friendly with someone, you are approachable and polite, but you don't actually have to like the person. You may be willing to spend some time with them if it suits you to do so. A friend is someone with whom you choose to build a relationship. They are somebody whom you like and enjoy spending time with.

So James might think Lily saw Sev as a charity's case. She talked to him and helped him because she felt sympathy for him. I wondered why their close friendship wasn't widely known. It was because Sev didn't want any of the Slytherins to know he was associated with a muggleborn, or it was Lily who felt embarrassed about her weird so-called friend, or they agreed to keep it a secret because they thought it was more fun.

[lovelyd0gg]

"My dear, we will find each other." Pt. 2

Summary: Eugene and you parted ways because you both had to move to your families in different states. You both lived far away and were in a long-distance relationship. You both called at times and texted, but, one day, on your birthday, you are greeted with a very happy surprise.

Warnings: FLUFFY, tiny bit angst.

After the war, you and Eugene went to different states and officially were in a long distance relationship. You missed him a lot and he was hoping that one day he could see you again. You guys have called sometimes but not a lot because he was busy. You were pretty sad that he wasn't there and he was missing you like hell. It wasn't enough to just hear your voice and see your face through a little screen. He wanted to see you to the fullest. And the worst part? How was he gonna be there for your birthday?! It was just around the corner! He had to think of something soon!

Meanwhile, you are with your friends outside, you all are chatting and just hanging out, having a good time. When suddenly you get a notification from Eugene. It said, "Cher, you forgot to call me yesterday." Your eyes widened and then you realized you indeed didn't call him yesterday. Which was really bad because he was probably missing you a lot and was craving to see you. You felt is guilty and told your friends that you had to go home. As soon as you got home, you immediately called him. Hoping he'd pick up the phone. And fortunately, he did. You kept apologizing and telling him that you completely forgot, he just chuckled and said it was okay. But he didn't want to only see you for the call. He asked, "What do you think would be a good birthday gift? It's almost your birthday, might as well ask ya what ya want." You thought for a little and you told him what you wanted. Flowers, your favorite chocolates, maybe even a little stuffed bear, all that jazz. You didn't really ask for a lot. But then you said, "But the best gift would be having you here.." He looked down, he knew that it probably wasn't possible... Wait.. But it's probably, not 100% impossible... He nodded and said. "We both know it's probably not possible, mon amour. But, I'll see what I can do with the other gifts, alright?" You nodded. You knew it wasn't really possible, but you hoped. You wondered when would be the next time you'd see him..

Tomorrow is your birthday. You're very excited! But also kinda sad that some of your friends and family members weren't gonna be there to celebrate it with you, and Eugene wouldn't be there too.. It was definitely gonna be a boring and sad birthday. But you kept thinking positively. You were more just on your phone today and maybe reading a book at times, then you got a call from Eugene. You picked up. "Hey cher, just letting you know, the presents will be sent in a box and delivered to you. I'm sorry I can't make it, mon amour. Next year. I love you." You frowned a little, you really wished he would be here for your birthday, oh well. There's always next year. The rest of the day, you just relaxed and talked with some of your friends. Some of them would come to your birthday and a couple of your family members too would come, you were planning the time when they would come to your place, and more. At least you could see them.

The day of your birthday was here! You got dressed and you agreed with the people who would come, would come at 3.00PM. You were patiently waiting for your friends and family members to arrive. Once everyone did, your mom brought you the cake and some other relatives came with the presents, and soon enough your friends came. When you were chatting with your friends and family, your mom started to talk. "Hey, there's a really big gift that's going to arrive soon, but it's a surprise! So one of your friends can cover your eyes until the gift comes!" You tilted your head, a big gift? Why would you need to have your eyes covered if it's wrapped, right? Well, maybe it was different. A couple minutes later, your friend covers your eyes with her hands and puts you to sit down on the couch. You heard some giggling in the background and the outside door opening, maybe the gift was being transported inside? Then you felt arms around your neck, but hands still covering your eyes. Suddenly, you heard a soft and gentle southern accent, "Guess who?" Your friend removed her hands off your eyes and you turned around. Eugene behind you, with a smile. "Bonjour, mon amour." You felt the need to cry, luckily you didn't. You hugged him tight and you felt so happy to see him. "Eugene! But.. How did you get here?" You asked with a soft voice. "I never said it was impossible to come here." You smiled and kissed him gently, he returned the kiss back. The rest of the day you celebrated your birthday with the ones you cared, sadly, the day came to an end and you said your goodbyes to your family and your friends. You were left alone with Eugene. You turned around to look at him, he looked.. Sad and guilty. "I got some bad news for ya, darlin'.." You tilted your head and wondered what he was talking about. "I... Gotta go back to Louisiana.. I have to stay there.." Your eyes widened and tears welled in your eyes. He immediately pulled you into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry love.. I know.. It's hard." You started to cry in his arms, him coming back to you just for a day?! What is this?! "But, you can't.. You landed hours ago.. You can't!" You protested, you were irritated at the fact he had to go. "I'll see you again baby, I promise." You shaked your head, this wasn't acceptable in your head. "Why can't you stay just for a couple more days..?" He shaked his head. "I can't, I got work too, you know that." Eventually, you gave up. There was no point in arguing back. You looked up at him. "I love you.. Don't forget about me." He looked down at you and gave you a tender kiss on your forehead. "Only a dumbass would forget a woman like you." You smiled. "Safe travels.. Text me as soon as you land or I'll strangle you from here.." You joked, trying to lighten the mood. "Yeah? Well next time, don't forget to call me. Otherwise I'll strangle you from there." You both laughed a little. Saying your goodbyes, he left. It was gonna be a while till you'll see him again.

[pers-books]

about White Rabbit Red Rabbit

Experimental drama at its best. See what happens with no rehearsal, no director, a different actor each night and a script waiting in a sealed envelope on the stage.

Each night a completely new adventure awaits – depending on how the author’s words compel each actor to perform. Internationally acclaimed White Rabbit Red Rabbit, by Iranian writer Nassim Soleimanpour, is a theatrical adventure embracing comedy and tragedy. An edge of your seat experience with some of the UK’s most extraordinary talent, you don’t want to miss this theatrical event of the year.

“I was born on Azar 19th, 1360 in Tehran. That’s Tehran, December 10th, 1981 in Christian years…”

Forbidden to leave his country, playwright Nassim Soleimanpour distilled the experience of an entire generation in a wild, utterly original play. White Rabbit Red Rabbit is as much about contemporary Iran as it is about power dynamics in the rest of the world.

Since its joint premiere in 2011 in Edinburgh and SummerWorks festival, White Rabbit Red Rabbit has been translated into more than 30 different languages and been performed over 3,000 times by some of the biggest names in theatre and film.

Please note: age guidance of 14+ is recommended. This is not for the faint of heart. There are many themes in this show that are designed to make the viewer feel uncomfortable and think for many days to come.

The performance schedule is as follows:

Tuesday 1 October (8.00pm) – Nick Mohammed Wednesday 2 October (8.00pm) – Mathew Baynton Thursday 3 October (8.00pm) – Jill Halfpenny Friday 4 October (8.00pm) – Michael Sheen Saturday 5 October (3.00pm) – Daisy Edgar Jones Saturday 5 October (8.00pm) – Pearl Mackie Sunday 6 October (2.00pm) – Ben Bailey Smith Sunday 6 October (8.00pm) – Jason Isaacs

Tuesday 8 October (8.00pm) – Olly Alexander Wednesday 9 October (8.00pm) – Kate Fleetwood Thursday 10 October (8.00pm) – Alfred Enoch Friday 11 October (8.00pm) – John Bishop Saturday 12 October (3.00pm) – Tonia Sotiropoulou Saturday 12 October (8.00pm) – Jonathan Pryce Sunday 13 October (2.00pm) – Keith Allen Sunday 13 October (6.00pm) – Richard Gadd Monday 14 October (8.00pm) – Omari Douglas Tuesday 15 October (8.00pm) – Alan Davies Wednesday 16 October (8.00pm) – Sally Phillips Thursday 17 October (8.00pm) – Catherine Tate Friday 18 October (8.00pm) – Freema Agyeman Saturday 19 October (2.00pm) – Julie Hesmondhalgh Saturday 19 October (5.00pm) – Joe Dempsie Saturday 19 October (8.00pm) – Callum Scott Howells

show details

1st - 19th October 2024

@sohoplace has contactless ticketing for every performance. Tickets will be issued electronically 48 hours prior to the performance.

Fair access: 50% off across all bands

Running Time: Approximately 65 minutes, no interval

Age Recommendation: 14+

Please note: There are many themes in this show that are designed to make the viewer feel uncomfortable and think for many days to come.

Access Information

To book accessible seating for all of our performances; including wheelchair park seats please click here.

Access Enquiries Call us on 0330 333 5962 or email us at access@sohoplace.org. For further access information, please view our Accessibility page.

Access performances will be announced shortly.

[wosona]

hahahahaha wtf where i’m from if you use military time ur a weirdo how odd

nope here using anything but military time is so flipping odd i’ve literally never seen it

it makes so much more sense as well like come on 15.00 is better than 3.00pm

[sri-lanka-sports-updates]

Olympics Updates - Ganga Senevirathne in the Women's 100m Backstroke Heats

Update 3.00pm - She didn't qualify for the semifinals, her time bringing her to 30th place overall. (The top 16 get into the semis)

That was such a treat to watch, though! Here's wishing her all the best for the future!

Update 2.50pm - And she wins first place in Heat 1!

With a personal record, no less!

(sorry about the video quality, I tried 😅)

Update 1.34pm - Her event is set to start in about an hour, I'll do my best to keep this post up to speed.

We're cheering for her!

Image credits - MAS Holdings, LOVI

[jumpstyler]

Hiii Debating wether or not I should go out right now (3.00pm rightnow) right before my therapy session (at 5.0pm) to hand out my curriculum to multiple art material stores &see if they hire me. Bit of a problem is the hour gap between now & therapy..... Its only 2 hours.

[dreamcast641]

Weak Minds

note: it is time that I make public this short fanfic I wrote with my two OCs. It was supposed to be a rp start but it never took off. I'm not good at writing, at all and this is my first stuff that I put in public. So sorry for my english.

Characters: Claire Ekaterina Makarova, Dmitry Vasilij Makarov, a random D-class Word counting: 2920 Fandom: SCP foundation Warnings: Medical reports, suicide, PTSD, panic attack, graphic description of violence, gore drawing at the end

''D-4022 appears as a white male of Caucasian ancestry no less than 40 years old, approximately 5'7 tall and weighing 163 lbs.

Neil Harden, stated name of Class D subject, was inmate on death row in Marin County, California, from ████ to ████following his sentence given on ████████ at ████ time for the murder of first degree to the detriment of his wife Melanie Frank and the newborn child.

Neil Harden was voluntarily transferred to Site 5C, following an offer to work with the foundation in exchange for his life.''

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*Dmitry put the paper away and with his fingers slid it to the far corner of the desk in front of him. He bent his back to the right, down slightly to pick up a stack of scribbled papers placed on the drawer just below him.*

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''Data of the exam: ████

Time of the exam: 3:01:09 PM

Patient Name: D-4022 (Neil Harden)

Patient number: 100000205659743

Neil shows symptoms of generalized anxiety, depression and, as stated by Neil, has frequent panic attacks in work circumstances as well as muscle tension in the neck and shoulders. Neil said he often felt irritable and had difficulty concentrating. Also declared hypervigilance and feeling tired for no apparent reason.

Therapy content: The patient today told his life in general, focusing on what prompted him to commit the murder for which he was sentenced to capital punishment. Neil said he felt anxious about the future: ''I feel hopeless, I never know what awaits me when I walk through the door of those cells. Waiting for my premeditated death in the row was less excruciating than this''. Feelings of guilt were expressed.

Therapeutic Intervention: The main focus of this first therapy session was general knowledge of the patient in charge. No therapy has been prescribed at the moment.

Diagnosis: The following diagnosis is based on initial information given by the patient, it may change with other sessions.

Generalized anxiety disorder, f41.1(ICD-10) (active).

Instructions/recommendations/plan:

Return 2 weeks later or sooner if requested and permitted by director ████████ ████

Time spent in counseling: 30 min.

Session start: 3.00pm

Session end: 3.30pm

Dmitry Vasili Makarov, Medical Department.'' ------------------------------------------------------

''Data of the exam: ████

Time of the exam: 4:30:10 PM

Patient Name: D-4022 (Neil Harden)

Patient number: 100000205659743

Neil returned two weeks later for his second session. Generalized anxiety symptoms continue to be described. Neil continues to complain of increasingly recurring physical fatigue, he also adds the appearance of trembling, confusion, nightmares and declares that he hears ''a loud ringing similar to a vintage telephone''. Hypervigilance and increasingly frequent panic attacks, even after the working day.

Content of therapy: The patient talked about the problems encountered during the week. Neil says he has never experienced such physical problems and has no idea where they came from or what could have caused them.

Mental State: Neil is irritable and distracted due to constant missing hours of sleep. He struggles to generate smooth, coherent, uninterrupted speech. Pieces of his story appear to have changed and undisclosed details have surfaced last week. Neil claims to have served in the U.S. military from ████ to ████, permanently retired on ████ of ███████.

He has auditory hallucinations. Suicidal ideas have not been denied, often the patient contemplates premature death. No homicidal idea declared. More and more recurring feelings of guilt.

Therapeutic Intervention: This session focused on addressing the patient's sleep and anxiety issues. Ventilation was requested several times during the session to make the speech more coherent and easier to understand. Methods to reduce stress and to have a regular sleep cycle were discussed with the patient.

Diagnosis: The following diagnosis is based on initial information given by the patient, it may change with other sessions.

Generalized anxiety disorder, f41.1(ICD-10) (active).

Possible PTSD

Instructions/recommendations/plan:

Return 2 weeks later or sooner if requested and permitted by director ████████ ████

Blood tests and neurological tests are required to rule out any pathologies (e.g. brain tumor.)

Time spent in counseling: 1 h

Session start: 4.30pm

Session end: 5.30pm

Dmitry Vasili Makarov, Medical Department.—-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Data of the exam: ████

Time of the exam: 2:31:00 PM

Patient Name: D-4022 (Neil Harden)

Patient number: 100000205659743

The patient returned to the office just one week after the last session with permission from the director (redacted). He claims that he needs immediate psychiatric intervention as he cannot sleep due to frequent nightmares encountered during sleep. He states auditory hallucination still present, possible visual hallucinations found. Fatigue, confusion, trembling, hypervigilance still present. Experienced frequent mood swings.

Therapy content: Neil brought more details of his military career in the US Army. He claimed he saw the ''horrors of war'' and lived in a prison camp in Iran from ████ to ████ and saw many (redacted) done to his comrades including ████████ with consequent ████████ and ████████████.

Mental State: In today's session neil was agitated, irritable, not fully communicative as he would stop to cry or stare at a vague spot in the corner of the office. The volume of his voice was high because, as claimed by the patient, ''I can't hear it with all this noise in my ears'' which often led the patient to request several times the questions posed by myself. Suicidal ideas were confirmed by the patient, frequent times when he contemplates his end. More recurring guilt feelings with the occurrence of auditory hallucinations. He claims to see and hear a female figure holding a newborn baby just a few days old. The patient suspects that his deceased wife is tormenting him from beyond the grave.

Therapeutic Intervention: Today's session focused on digging deeper into Neil's soldiering past. The details proved useful in diagnosing PTSD for the war. Prescribed citalopram as initial drug therapy. The patient presented the prescribed neurological examinations. No physical problems detected.

Diagnosis: The following diagnosis is based on initial information given by the patient, it may change with other sessions.

Generalized anxiety disorder, f41.1(ICD-10) (active).

Post traumatic stress disorder, f43.1 (DSM-5) (active)

Instructions/recommendations/plan:

Return 2 weeks later or sooner if requested and allowed by the director (redacted)

Requested surveillance of subject for suicidal thoughts expressed during session.

Citalopram prescribed.

Time spent in counseling: 1:30 H

Session started: 2:30 PM

Finished session: 4:00 PM

Dmitry Vasili Makarov, Medical department.

—-------------------------------------------------------------------------Site 5c hallways

He suddenly stopped as soon as he saw that he was only a few steps away from meeting the woman in that long silent corridor. He knew the risks he was running with what he was about to do and how much she would not have thought twice about putting an end to the his existence, armed to the teeth like how she was, but he had reached his limit: Guilt for what he had done and the memories of his past were eating at him like a parasite does with its host. His only way out of his mind and from that place seemed like one and only one, he didn't care if she had killed him or if he had succeeded in his intent and leave as he wanted.

He whirled around after dismissing further thoughts, ran after the soldier who was now only a few meters away and threw himself on her. One of his hands firmly gripped the rifle barrel resting on her back as the other tried to yank away the cloth strap that held the weapon attached to her armor.

<<DROP IT!>>

Claire managed to exclaim as much as she felt her lungs straining to catch what little oxygen was passing through her windpipe. Both rows of her teeth gripped tightly on the tops and her voice became lower and darker than it was.

The strap had suddenly lifted from her chest and landed on her neck, both of them pulling in completely different directions. The more Claire tried to bring the rifle back on her through the fabric with which it was bound, the more he pulled back, each time harder and harder and more insistent. <<Fuck...>>

He murmured, feeling his fingers burn from the effort, he released his grip on her belt allowing Claire to breathe normally. But she didn't have time to react that his hands, before on the barrel, slid rapidly over the trigger as he ducked sharply, placing his temple as close to the tip as possible. The forefinger pressed against the cold metal of the weapon and a loud booming sounded through the whole corridor.

It all happened so fast that it took Claire nearly two full minutes to process what had just happened.

The few noises she could hear, such as the constant hum of the white lights that illuminated the corridor, were muffled and overlaid by an annoying whistling due to the dangerous proximity of her ears to the rifle barrel when the d-class subject had pressed the trigger.

She turned slowly, her first instinct was to touch her face. Something thick and liquid was dripping from her skin, wetting her gloved fingers.

She looked down, her hand covered in warm blood and she almost winced as her eyes focused on what she glimpsed between the slits that separated the fingers with eachother:

The man who, until a few minutes ago was attacking her, lay motionless on the ground. His body barely moved, taken by the convulsions of the sudden impact caused by the weapon.

His orange clothes began to soak with vermilion blood coming from his now almost non-existent head of which she could see fragments of brain matter scattered throughout the area. Some of it had even hit her, the metal walls and the ceiling of the corridor.

Claire didn't know how to react, her legs felt paralyzed in place as if her feet were stuck to the ground with super glue. She could feel her heartbeat rumbling all over her chest until it reached her throat, she had to swallow several times to get that nagging feeling out of her.

Deaths inside the foundation were the order of the day, not a week went by that someone was torn to pieces by who knows what dangerous creature just to be able to contain it. Yet it didn't explain why her body was feeling shock at that moment. Maybe witnessing someone take their own life like that was…different? She almost felt empathy for that laboratory guinea pig, whose mere existence and thinking about what crime he had committed deserved the death sentence and therefore the possibility of working with the foundation with the false promise of freedom they would never see made her stomach turn. 

She felt her head weigh down on her shoulders from too many questions that were traveling lightning inside her mind.

A familiar voice tho brought her back down to earth.

<<What a disaster, tsk tsk.>>

Dmitry shook his head in disappointment as his cold eyes scanned the scene before him. In his sarcastic tone you could almost hear a slight smug chuckle.

Claire raised her head, hearing her brother's wet footsteps stop suddenly in front of her, the two separated only by the man's corpse.

<<and yet I told him to do it without getting too dirty. What a pity>>

She couldn't understand what he was blabbering about, did he know the man? She deduced that he was one of his patients but there was something strange in her brother's words, as if he already knew what had happened or at least he already anticipated it.

<<Do you know him?>>

She murmured, interrupting that sort of monologue Dmitry was having with himself.

<< Neil was one of my patients, he came weekly to my office for a follow-up visit. You know, apparentely even the class d staff can ask for it... >>

Dmitry smiled slightly.

<<...shame that the therapy didn't go as he hoped.>>

He shrugged. The two continued to stare straight into each other's eyes and Dmitry almost seemed pleased by his sister's reaction, he could see the terror in her grayish eyes as she realized what her brother had done. She had guessed that he was responsible for the death of Neil and, perhaps, also other people that she had known in the past who had died under unknown circumstances, such as the head of the internal security department:

A totally healthy old man despite his age who, out of the blue, found himself on the hospital bed, emaciated and dying. He didn't even remember his name.

Doctors blamed dementia, a common disease for elderly people like him.

The command passed to claire who in turn gave it to her brother, she still remembered how his eyes lit up when she shook his hand after handing over the level 4 security key.

<<Did you kill him too?>>

Claire asked, her voice shaking from her.

<<He who?>>

Dmitry turned his head slightly to the side, letting his long white hair fall back onto his sweater. There were many who he had eliminated for one reason or another, just as many were those who he had visited in dreams. Site 5c staff were not left out.

<<The old boss. It wasn't dementia that killed him, was it? H- he was healthy the day before ... >>

<<Maybe, he didn't have that much left to live anyway.>>

Dmitry's arrogant tone was scaring her. She was fond of that old man despite the hard training she had to undergo for years to become the woman she is today.

<<I needed some documents. Our papers… and he wasn't going to give them to me. >> <<It took you so little?...>>

Dmitry didn't answer, just looked her up and down. Claire's eyes widened slightly already knowing the answer. Having nothing more to say, he stepped over the corpse lying in front of him. In the distance they could hear some guards approaching the scene, alerted by the gunshot.

He calmly passed his sister without even glancing at her and walked towards the end of the corridor, disappearing behind the metal door that separated one section from the next, leaving behind a long trail of bloody footprints.

He left Claire alone, frightened and trembling in the middle of a pool of blood. A shiver shot down her spine, finally realizing what had been happening in front of her nose for years, that she had been warned by many but that the love she felt for her brother had made her blinded. She felt weak, helpless and above all a complete idiot. She's an idiot for covering for Dmitry for years despite the constant verbal abuse she was subjected to. The realization that he hated her was destroying her internally, she felt her heart ache from how much it was weighing on her. She had to put a hand on her chest to squeeze it, her heartbeat quicken, her tears moisten thar scared eyes of her.

She had to start breathing through her mouth, she felt like dying, the air missing from her lungs.

<<Everything okay?>>

One of the guards who had just arrived at h

the scene asked under his helmet, gripping her wrist gently to make sure she was alright. Claire jerked her hand away, starting to back away.

She wanted to get away, find a hidden place to calm down. She didn't want to appear like that in front of so many people.

She turned and ran in the direction of the same door her brother had passed through and threw herself to the floor, curling up in the corner of the room still with her hand clutching her heart.

She couldn't understand anything anymore, she wasn't paying attention to what was around her. Her head was exploding, she was shaking and never before had she felt so scared.

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Incident Report ████/████

Incident report ID#:4022

Summary: The incident started when D-4022 assaulted agent Claire Ekaterina Makarova to take her weapon to commit suicide.

The reasons for the gesture are unknown but it is suspected to be caused by post-traumatic stress disorder declared to be present in the D-Class subject by doctor Dmitry Vasilij Makarov who was then in charge of D-4022 as his patient. Doctor also stated that █████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ ████████████████████████████████████. Permissions granted by Director ███ and ethics committee.

Agent Claire E. Makarova, the only witness to the incident, refuses to speak despite countless attempts to interview her.

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The stiff tip of the pen slipped on the sheet of paper producing a long monotonous noise that broke the silence of the room. Dmitry looked up, admiring that thin line he had drawn on the name of his now ex patient. Neil Harden.

His name confused with those of others, in a long list that seemed to never end.

His slender fingers delicately placed the pen and paper carefully in the drawer below him, remembering well to lock it immediately afterwards.

He could be satisfied with that experiment. Another time he was able to prove how fragile the human mind is and how easy it is becoming for him to manipulate people's memories through their dreams. Their unconscious revived events that had never happened and traumas they had never experienced, thus leading them to exhaustion. The mind became convinced of this, they firmly believed they were what they never were.

A slight knock on the door almost made him jump, he wasn't waiting for anyone in that time frame.

<<It's open...>>

On the other side, as it opened, a strand of blond hair peeked into the room.

[artsy-hobbitses]

Can we ask Character questions here or should we go over to the TTB page by the way!!!

And I remember when you were doing those daily schedule of your characters!! May we have one for Drift and Ratch (You may have already done Ratch but Idk @.@“)

All questions meant to be answered in-character should be directed to TTB's main page, yes! This account is for Mun Questions only.

That said, please refrain from sending in character questions for now! I'm currently figuring out a way to respond to them that isn't going to gutpunch me with the amount of art it might require (If I have to choose between character sheets/narrative-based art versus art to answer questions with the limited time I have, I will unfortunately have to pick the first), and isn't just text at this point (I'm debating using Vtuber-style avatars, and am working on some for the ones who get the most questions).

If you find that I've started to reply to questions with that format, then yes, feel free to send them in! (I have a backlog currently).

I have indeed done one for Ratchet, but I can't find it currently, it's likely somewhere in the "save for later" tag which you can explore on my page 8U

As for Drift!

7.00am: Up, breakfast

7.30am: Meditation and morning workout in the grounds

9.00am: Back, shower, tending to Bonsai plants

9.30am: Please stop screaming at him, he knows you're upset but he can't help you if you don't use words, ghostly ones, and please take a number.

10.00am: Check in on Ratchet, makes sure the doc is on his morning break/has remembered to eat

10.30am: A spectral-induced migraine will NOT help him help you, sir, how about we practice mindfulness and you can tell him about the people who wronged you that you need killed so you can pass into the afterlife? He makes no promises, he's…ahaha…left that life behind, but he's sure there can be a compromise!

10.45am: Heads down to work with weapons upkeep (he's in charge of making sure the bladed ones are properly calibrated)

12:00pm: Training session divided between general upkeep and bladework with Sergio/Sideswipe and Wariko/Windblade 3.00pm: Post-training session checkup at Ratchet, coffee in hand because you need it, Ron.

3.30pm: Mid-afternoon green tea with Wariko

4:00pm: Sit-in with Prowl and Jazz to discuss current reports of Decepticon movement, which he offers his expertise on as an ex-member

5.30pm: Meditation on the grounds (it sounds cliche but when you have Dead People up the wazoo begging and demanding for favours or just to be heard, you NEED to know how to clear your head), feeding the local crows (who have claimed him as Their Person, same way pigeons have taken to OP)

6.15pm: Helping out in the kitchen (his knife skills are unmatched)

7.00pm: Dinner

8.30pm: Supply run with the Lambros as additional backup

9.45pm: 'Psychopomp' hour, where he just disappears off to GOD KNOWS WHERE around town to 'take care of unfinished business' for the day (no murders, promise. Maybe kneecaps. Just a little bit)

10.45pm: Drinks at Swerve's

11.30pm: Checking in with HotRod (the kid's got a lot of a demons)

11.45pm: Passed the fuck out (Dealing with Dead People is more mentally exhausting than it looks)

2.00am: Check in on Ratchet DOC YOU BETTER BE READY FOR BED

2.15pm: Back to sleep

[aus-wnt]

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Match Day One Date: Thursday, 16 February 2023 Venue: Industree Group Stadium, Gosford, NSW Match One: Spain v Jamaica – 4.10pm kick-off AEDT. Broadcast on Paramount+ Match Two: CommBank Matildas v Czechia – 7.10pm kick-off AEDT. Broadcast on 10 Bold, 10 Play and Paramount+

Match Day Two Date: Sunday, 19 February 2023 Venue: CommBank Stadium, Sydney, NSW Match One: Jamaica v Czechia – 2.50pm AEDT. Broadcast on Paramount+ Match Two: CommBank Matildas v Spain – 6.00pm AEDT. Broadcast on 10 Bold, 10 Play and Paramount+

Match Day Three Date: Wednesday, 22 February 2023 Venue: McDonald Jones Stadium, Newcastle, NSW Match One: Czechia v Spain – 3.00pm kick-off AEDT*. Broadcast on Paramount+ Match Two: CommBank Matildas v Jamaica – 7.10pm kick-off AEDT. Broadcast on 10 Bold, 10 Play and Paramount+

Tickets: https://www.ticketmaster.com.au/

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The Graphic Novel World of Metaphrog exhibition heads to Ayr

The Graphic Novel World of Metaphrog exhibition, highlighting the award-winning work of comic creators Sandra Marrs and John Chalmers, is heading to Carnegie Library in Ayr next month

The Graphic Novel World of Metaphrog exhibition, highlighting the award-winning work of comic creators Sandra Marrs and John Chalmers, is heading to Carnegie Library in Ayr next month. Launching on Friday 10th November 2023 from 2.00pm to 3.00pm, where the hugely talented duo will be attending to say a few words of welcome, if you’re in the area, don’t miss out. The exhibition originally…

[thepariahcontinuum]

So let’s see....Monday I fuck my back up a bit working out so I decide to take a day or two off work.

Tuesday I get called into the office and told it’s important/mandatory, when I get there they tell me that the company is letting about a third of its’ staff go and I’m gonna be one of the people leaving; my last day will be 31st of March but If I want to leave earlier or need to take any days off for interviews in the interim that won’t be a problem, they’re gonna give me a glowing reference.

Today, Thursday I went to my first interview at 11.30am, it’s a recruitment agency offering a temp to perm contract at place that’s walking distance from my house....At 12.45 another person from the same agency calls me and tries to poach me from under the first persons’ nose. Then at 3.00pm I get a phone call and the job I actually applied for tells me “Yeah skip the rest of the interview process, give your current employer a weeks’ notice and then come start with us the week after next”.

.....So I’m feeling pretty good today, got laid off but won’t be missing a single day of money

All without ever writing a fucking cover letter.

[contronews]

🇮🇹 La macchina da guerra mediatica NATO

24 Giugno 2023 ➡️ Ore 15.00 — I Wagner giurano di rimuovere Putin, e vengono promossi a "Combattenti per la Libertà" (https://twitter.com/Terror_Alarm/status/1672590178907455495) ➡️ Ore 20.30 — I Wagner si ritirano, e tornano ad essere normali "Terroristi" (https://twitter.com/Terror_Alarm/status/1672675474282106883)

🇺🇸 The NATO media war machine

June 24th 2023 ➡️ 3.00pm — Wagners vow to remove Putin, and are promoted to "Freedom Fighters" (https://twitter.com/Terror_Alarm/status/1672590178907455495) ➡️ 8.30pm — Wagners retire, and become normal "Terrorists" again (https://twitter.com/Terror_Alarm/status/1672675474282106883) ———————————————— 📡Vai a ControNews 🎙Entra in Chat 🚨Sintonizzati sul SEGNALE

[getoutofthisplace]

Dear Gus & Magnus,

Bad weather hit Central Arkansas this afternoon and the tornado sirens went off right before Gus's school let out. Mom called me because she was torn on whether to take cover in the basement with Mags and Suki or try and go get Gus before any weather hit our neighborhood. She was worried that if she didn't go get Gus, the school would let him out anyway and then he'd be walking home alone -- something he hasn't done before -- and then the tornado would hit. But she also didn't want to take Mags out into the weather. I was watching news coverage at work and it seemed like it was west of us, so I told her to go get Gus. But then Sasha, who was in line for pick-up at PHE commented in my work chat that the kids had been locked inside for safety. I called Mom and she and Magnus turned around went to the basement.

I've always told her that the absolute safest place in the basement is underneath the stairs, in the small little storage cupboard. A few minutes later, Mom called me back and said they had made it to that small space, but that the door had latched behind them and locked them in. She told me not to come let them out, but to be ready to come do so as soon as the tornado had passed. The news reported that the tornado was in Riverdale, just down the hill from us, but they were showing footage of it crossing the river to the north, so I felt certain I could drive from downtown to our house safely. I didn't like thinking about Mom and Magnus being stuck in that small space in the dark. And what if the tornado did hit our neighborhood and they really got stuck in there, but I couldn't get to them because of debris and road closures or whatever? Or what if Gus got stuck at school and I couldn't get to Hillcrest?

I grabbed my keys and ran to the parking deck. A man taking cover in the stairwell opened the door for me and said, "Come on in!" When I told him I had to drive to Hillcrest, he told me not to, and then wished me luck. I raced through downtown along 2nd Street, and then 3rd, just like I do every day, but faster and more alert to everything around me. By the time I reached our house, the weather had settled somewhat, but my adrenaline had peaked. The air reminded me too much of the day Nene and I rode out the tornado in the hallway in Beebe in 1999. (In that linked video, you can see an 11th grade version of me at the 7:04 mark, sitting behind the dude in the black shirt.)

As soon as I opened the basement door in the kitchen, I could hear Mom reassuring Magnus underneath my feet. I heard her say, "There's Daddy," and even though I knew they were safe before that moment, hearing Liz's voice broke me. I had tears in my eyes when I unlatched the door and saw them standing there. But I also couldn't help laughing because I hadn't expected to find Mom wearing Magnus in the carrier, I hadn't expected them both to be wearing bicycle helmets, and there was also something funny about seeing Suki standing there with them. Mom laughed through tears, too. The three of us stood there and held each other for a few minutes.

"I told you not to come," Mom said.

----

We went upstairs to keep an eye on the news. The tornado had continued on its path northeast and we kept an eye on Beebe. Sasha called and said she was with Gus and could drop him off at our house.

After she did, I could finally feel myself start to relax. It felt good to have us all in the same place. It always does.

Dad.

Little Rock, Arkansas. 3.31.2023 - 3.00pm.