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Mr. Targaryen Will See You Now

Modern!Aemond x Reader (three parts)

warnings (for the future chapters): sex, oral sex, loss of virginity, squirting, stalking, obsession, manipulation, reader being clueless, but not totally innocent, blackmail, p in v sex, blood kink, knife kink, gun kink, handcuff kink, bdsm, masturbation, fingering

a/n: I’ve been doing okay, but things have been complicated. There are times I wish someone would love and protect me like in the romance book—longing for a romantic life and longing for connection and consistency. I’m still clinging on. Oh, and I started to drive, I’ve gotten better at driving, but still need to learn. And my family has been cruel to me that even made me believe that no one will love me. But art is my passion, one thing that keeps me alive until now. And thank you guys, for supporting me. I love you guys very much.

The morning hair wasn’t cooperating; you took a nice long, hot shower the night before the interview—which you knew nothing about, and planned on spending time to read books and drink merlot and binge on snacks, or watching korean soap operas, being a usual daydreamer you are— and you were getting ready for the interview, groggy, and sobbing on the inside.

The iron curl is broken. And nothing to repair except for your roommate’s curler, tried to make the curls tighter, hence why you brushed your hair back for a softer effect.

Long story short, your friend has called in sick, and asked you to fill in the details for her. Nevertheless, a shy and innocent girl such as yourself. Under a bad weather, you have to fill in, that’s what a good friend does.

Any shenanigans and canceled during the day of interview meant blacklist.

The appointment must be that important.

Clad in knit white jacket with black lines, white top and silky pleated skirt, with your sideswept longish strands tucked in, you were sure you’re going to vomit. Vomit from misery, vomit from stomach pain, or vomit from an awful weather, you made sure your clean, it-girl makeup is on plastered to your sleepy expression, hoping no one would take you as a joke. Presenting as possible also means the downside of being insecure or inferior is low. But with amount of makeup you set up, you made sure you’re neither too plain nor extravagant.

Everything has to be balanced accordingly. But appearance willing to stand out, if the destiny allows it to be.

“You got that tape recorder, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And the interview sheet?”

“Got it right here in my purse.”

“How about the gift for him?”

Your brows knitted. “I have it all set. I don’t think he’s going to accept this. There’s no way in hell.”

“Not if it comes from gorgeous lady like you. You look prim and proper today! Ready to go at the Met Gala, Miss Victoria’s Secret Model?”

“Ha, as if! Besides, I can’t go in looking like a wet rag. They’ll kick me out.” Sprayed a fee spritz of the sweet, vanilla, cotton-candy smelling perfume on your neck and neckline over your interview getup.

“Funny.” Your friend howled a wet, sloppy and stuffy sneeze. “Don’t mind me, just get your round ass going before someone decides to come behind you and give it a good smack, and it’s not going to be me.”

She spilled a good part of the soup as your friend accidentally swallowed and slurped the noodle and coughed. Oops.

“Careful, that’s a $50 white carpet I just got,” you said with a tiny smile.

“I’m being careful,” your friend said, inspecting the bowl if the spicy soup spilled. And there’s none.

“Alright, alright. I’ll go ahead. Stay still.”

“And you stay naughty with your ass poking out,” your friend shouted behind you as you walked off.

You must achieve perfectionism at all costs. That’s what beauty is for.

~~~

As you entered the high floor of the building, the receptionists, looking flawless and elegant, greeted you, as if you’re another member of the company. Beautiful women with beautiful problems with beautiful men, you’d assume.

“Miss Stark?”

“Yes?” you replied, the receptionist insisted to take your coat off, but you politely refused with a sweet grin, but you gave your umbrella instead. Nonetheless, the secretary lead you to the high double doors—grey and glossy.

Immaculate.

“Mr. Targaryen will see you now.”

And opened the door. By your mistake, you didn’t realize one of your items dropped, causing you to lunge forward and knees bruised, following by your personal items and paper for the interview flopped on the ground.

Your ankle received a sharp pain, pressuring.

By the glass window, a long-haired man in a steel grey suit pivoted his head around from the noise and approached. “Are you alright, miss?”

His voice tuned in your ears. You have never heard a voice with profound deepness and…seduction.

A realization pang when you found yourself agitating like a shy teenage girl in high school, a shy, awkward girl talking to a handsome guy. You bet he’s the type of guy who’s popular, but doesn’t give a fuck what anyone thinks of him, or that he doesn’t occur to him as a benefit of being popular.

You’ve never seen him on papers and articles on the internet. No picture has come to a close when you glimpsed at him in person. Too long, in fact. You thought it would be an old man wanting more attention from the source of dangerous media.

He’s that gorgeous.

Immaculate. Neat.

And strictly punctual.

Is he taking his father’s place for the interview?

“I’m doing okay, sir. I apologize for the inconvenience,” you replied with modesty, nearly breaking the sweat on your brow.

Instead, he huffed, returning back to his desk and leaned himself over the table, awaiting. Watching. A faint scar outlined from the thin brow to cheekbone.

You’d assume he’s associated with dangerous people underground. Though you never knew him personally. Only an assumption.

“Sit,” he commanded, ever so still.

Gulping your parched throat, after drinking water and caffeine—you purchased on your way—in the car, heading for the massive building, you wondered drinking coffee has an effect on the stability in the nervous system. Sat on one of the empty green chairs, you had your utensil pen you bought online from a Japanese website and an aesthetic mini notebook, readying the questions. Flipping over the rippled pages, you studied over the questions, and as it turns out your friend has more of an aspect on the side of…inappropriate philosophy.

Nearly face palming yourself, you wanted to strangle your friend for setting you up for failure.

What the hell are you thinking, dude?

“Are you just going to sit there and act like a mousy librarian or are you going to interview me for the benefit of my time and success?”

Shoulder blades flinched at the sound of his tone. “Pardon me, sir,” you stated, nearly shitting your skirt and thong on his green velvet chair. And cleared your throat. “My first question is…” Your friend’s questions doesn’t give that much benefit for his time and success, so you tweaked your friend’s intentions to more of a productive approach. “How do you stabilize the company despite on the near downfall from the predecessor’s influential endeavors?”

Aemond’s violet eye gleamed. “You did your research on my father.”

In silence, your head inclined as acknowledgment.

“My father’s attempts on reclaim to the company was rather a long difficult process. His real endeavor was to lure people for…unsavory tasks and planned on passing his inheritance to his oldest daughter, my half-sister, Rhaenyra.”

Something in his statement was trying to say he wishes to air the dirty laundry. But you knew that he’s not an idiot.

“And how do you approach it compared to his “past” attempts?”

“Business travels had more suitable to catering and stabilizing the company in years, by speaking to several CEOs and their predecessors who are much more responsible to financial and stocks, how they be able to keep the staff members and their company intact in excellent condition and how business traveling has more benefits on success than staying in one place in one country. Their predecessors are much more controlling than how much stocks they hold—eventually they lost their staff and shares due to certain disadvantages. I learned both sides of the same coin, and I learned to take advantage of both.”

“By being fair and firm,” you assumed, pen scribbling. “You want to be superior and be well-respected, but you also try to be fair in all sides to keep a steady balance, hence why you travel to different countries to learn about different cultures and their ways of work culture, how they handle their staff and clients. And you looked at the bad effects to make sure no mistake is taken place.”

“Precisely.” Aemond smirked as you wrote along his statement.

Scribbling further down on the page until you flipped to a next one, you tweaked another question that your friend’s opposing curiosity has.

“With comes along the inheritance, and with the hefty influence of social media, how do you manage to steady the balance as well? With your father’s…whereabouts and the company, and with today’s social influence and societal aspects on differences, how else do you keep manage from falling?”

Aemond clicked his tongue. “It was a difficult process, and like any ordinary day, we strive for sanity to survive. Not everyone handles scandals correctly. While those who handle with promiscuity, I handled myself, the staff and the company with grace.”

“I assumed that some of the members who are in connections with you, have no ability to face the outcome with grace like you?” you said without thinking.

Aemond frowned at that. “Not everyone.”

“My apologies, sir.” You flipped the blank page over. “And with that said, how do you envision your company in the next 30 years?”

“The questions you asked are vitally intimidating. Are you trying to challenge me in a way?”

“For your benefit of time and success, yes.”

Aemond’s lips curled into a soft grin. “Clever girl.”

Gulped again, you found your legs coiled to a tighter position. Hand nearly shook and released the pen, but caught on it.

Focus, (Y/N). No time to be naughty.

Stop being naughty. Don’t leave yourself along with naughty thoughts. You don’t want to jump on him.

Aemond sat down near you to another set of green velvet chair.

“Continue,” he said, almost sounded like a purr.

“I, uh,” you looked over your friend’s silly questions and alternate it with another. Meanwhile Aemond amused himself with your fluster. “With you as a CEO of the Targaryen Company, where do you find yourself in the next 20 years? Are you planning to be the CEO, or are you planning to inherit the company and stocks to someone new, someone who’s not related to you, even?”

Aemond’s head tilted to the side, his white-blond hair spilled over his right shoulder.

“I would like to know more about yourself, Miss Stark. For a woman who belongs to a prestigious family, your wit and tongue are sharp. Are you always this curious?”

“You’ve met them?”

His brow flicked up. “I met your father during the meeting sometime last week. He has a well-deserved reputation.”

Your hands clutched tighter.

Aemond squinted his hues. “There’s more than meets the eye. What is your name?”

Correcting your postured, you answered in delicate voice. “My name is (Y/N), sir. (Y/N) (L/N).”

Aemond hummed. “(Y/N). I never thought you took your friend’s place to interview me.”

“She’s sick.”

“Figures.”

Your brows scrunched. “How do you know?”

“I can see the way you’re fidgeting to your pen.”

“How do you know her?”

“I know she’s not the brightest girl, nor a brightest student. I overheard her spoke once over a party on how she wanted to have a wonderful marriage with a wealthy man to make her ex-boyfriend jealous.”

“Okay, I don’t need to know that sort of detail, but—”

Aemond took the folded paper from your hand. “Are you single? Are you interested in marriage besides marrying to your own company? Does your family know that I’m single?” He looked at you in disbelief and said, “I’m surprised you have thought of particular questions you asked on the spot despite the opposing questions your friend makes.”

“It’s a job interview. It’s meant to be taken seriously.”

“And you did well, Miss (Y/N). Therefore, I wished to know more about you.” His back leaned in on a large chair frame, as he tossed the folded paper on a small coffee table. “What are you studying right now?”

“I major in history and art.”

“What are your favorite things to do on your spare time?”

“I like to go to the gym. Go to Starbucks and drink coffee. Sometimes I make coffee at home, and then…I sometimes read and watch a lot of shows…”

“What kind of shows?”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“So it’s romance?”

“Yes, but a different kind of romance…” you stated, awkward.

Aemond titled his head again.

You shifted in your seat.

“It’s a…um….”

He chuckled. “I never meant to put you on a spot, Miss (L/N), I apologize. So what are your plans regarding to work?”

“I’m studying at the moment for my finals.”

Aemond uncrossed his legs, his back leaned forward, gazing to your eyes. “I would like for you to be as my secretary.”

Your lips parted.

“There’s an internship that I’m offering at the current moment. More benefits for my staff and PTO.”

You leaned back and thought of the offer, but Aemond stopped you.

“What sort of books are you into, Miss (Y/N)? If I were to guess, Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte or Tom Hardy, which author do you prefer?”

“I prefer Leo Tolstoy and Fyodor Dostoevsky.”

Aemond folded his hands together. “Sad and poetic?”

“It’s the closest thing to reality. I don’t mind Jane Austen and Charlotte Bronte or Tom Hardy. Although Tom Hardy’s stories are also considered as tragic. But..reading modern romance novels isn’t so bad. But I found myself more addictive to coffee, fashionable clothes and beauty products more now.”

You found yourself smiling at that. The sharp gasp filled in your throat when Aemond’s hand reached you, and tugged the band wrapped around your hair, loosening it, and combed the silk, lustrous strands through his fingertips, staring at you.

“Perfect,” he whispered.

You nearly pinched yourself before the secretary entered. “There’s a meeting in the conference room. Another company has requested for your presence.”

Aemond retrieved his hand on time. “I’ll be there soon.”

The door closed as you said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” And a heavy thud clashed onto the ground. It was a gift. For him.

“For you,” you said, handing the gift over.

“What is it?”

“Chocolate.”

Aemond chuckled shortly. “I don’t eat sweets, Miss (L/N).”

As you got up from the seat, Aemond’s hand grasp for your wrist, making your head turn to meet his beautiful eyes. “Think about my offer,” he said, along that, he handed you his card by tucking the card in on one of your back pocket of your skirt, lingering on feeling your round ass than how someone touched you.

With that, you bowed and left his spacious offer, leaving him with wonder and amazement.

He ripped out the ribbon and wrap, revealing it to be compliments for him. Chocolates—as you claimed—and framed translucent glass with a green ink dragon inside.

He ripped one of the pieces from the chocolate box and ate one. Sweet, like yours. He wondered what you would feel and taste like.

Aemond found himself a new toy to play with. Another bite of the caramelized chocolate, with finding himself in an entrance with you, he has his sights on you. And thus dialing the phone number on his smartphone.

“Sir?” a voice said on the other side of the phone call.

“Hello. I have a task for you. You won’t fail me.”

One taste of you, and he won’t ever plan on letting you go.

~~~

Heavy door slammed shut and met up with your friend again.

“Sooo…how’s your meeting with him? What’s he like?”

“He’s…nice?”

“Nice? Saying the word ‘nice’ is automatically a code for friend zone.”

“No, I mean, he, he’s intimidating, and yet he’s able to answer my questions.”

“You mean my questions?”

You handed over your notebook to your friend on your original questions. “Wow, even I can’t ask a question like that.”

“Aemond found out that I stepped in for the interview instead of you.”

“How can you tell?”

“He met your father last week. And he already knows what you look like.”

“I never even knew him personally.”

“And he overheard you on how you wanted to marry a rich to make your ex jealous. That’s not something to easily slip by. Aemond has sharp ears and tongue.”

“Ugh, he caught me.”

“And yet those questions you wanted to ask him is simply more than an interview because why?”

“Because no one knows about him personally.”

“Yeah, but on a matter of a serious spectrum, not a flirtation. Do you even find him attractive, or do you want to set up with his siblings?”

“Ew, no, I don’t find Aemond handsome, but his other brothers do. Or his uncle.” Your friend looked over your interview questions. “Looks like he’s impressed by you.”

“He is.”

“So is he asking you out on a date?”

“No he asked me to be as his secretary.”

Your friend gasped. “No!”

“Yes, he is. He mentioned about the internship, and..”

“Are you going to take it?”

“I haven’t thought about it that much. I’m still studying for the finals.”

Your friend made a casual dismissive wave. “You’ll do great in the company and you get to see his gorgeous face everyday.”

“I thought you said he’s not your type.”

“He’s not. I like his uncle more. Older guys are my thing.”

“Right. Because older men knows how to take care because of their experience.”

“Exactly! I think you and Aemond are going to get along so well! Who knows you’ll get benefits. Even from him.” She winked and took the rest of the coffee.

“Hey!”

“Thanks for the coffee!” And the bedroom door slammed shut, leaving you happy about today’s outcome.

Clapped your hands together, you said aloud to yourself, “Alright! Time for me to take a shower, get dressed and watch some drama on Netflix.” And cheered your way into the bathroom. “By the way,” you called your friend out, shouting, “I didn’t get to tape-record him!”

“WHHHAAAAAATTTTT?!” is what your frantic friend responded.

~~~

Unbeknownst to you, while you’re undressed and soaked in the shower, Aemond’s pants unzipped, his hand caressed his large cock, pressed it harder as you scrubbed your legs and backside.

Delicious.

The bulge in his pants was ready to spring during the interview with you.

Thanks to the card he handed over by tucking it into your back pocket, he felt how good your ass looks. How your ponytail given him an impression that you’re a good girl on the outside but a bad girl was somewhere hiding, dying to get out.

Stroking his hard cock faster, moaning aloud—strained—as he watched you rinsed the soap from your body and stepped out of the shower with your tits bounced, remembering the perfume scent as Aemond went close to you. How he’ll perform his fantasies with you. Envisioned you, right next to a knife, he’ll play with blood trickling down on your skin alongside of bruises on your wrists on handcuffs.

It was beautiful.

Divine.

Cum spritz out, flying and plopping over his thighs, leaving him with a heavy huff and lustful gaze glueing to your naked body, drying up from a steamed shower.

She’ll be mine.

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MDNI | 18+ | König x Reader

TW: mentions of alcohol, mild language, misplaced anger, mature scene.

“He makes you jealous.”

König knew the type of woman he married.

Especially, after a heated argument.

There at the end of the bar, you downed the last few sips of your second cosmo, reminiscing on the stupid fight you just had outside, moments ago.

“Want another?” The bartender customarily asked as he draped a hand rag over his shoulder.

You had a good buzz going.

Although, you didn’t need to go over your limit. The sober mask comes on as you pushed the empty glass away with your fingertips.

“No, I’m okay. But, just incase I change my mind; Keep my tab open.”

“What about your big fella and his friend?”

Your eyes thinned at the bartenders question with confusion quickly morphing into raw ire as you swiveled around to see König sitting at a booth with an arm purposely wrapped around some red headed bimbo.

Let the games begin, motherfucker.

In a matter of seconds, you pounced from the bar stool and like a black panther in the shadows, you blended in with the sea of bodies, stalking and observing their interactions from afar.

As a former mercenary yourself, patience became your most reliable source.

Feeling a familiar pair of eyes burning a hole into him, König swiftly turned his attention to the crowded bar, leisurely scouting until his gaze met yours.

His lips curl into a cocky smirk as he pulls the woman closer to him, triggering you to fly into a jealous rage.

Maneuvering through the horde of drunks, you wantonly drag over a nearby chair once you finally approached the two, persistently planting yourself uncomfortably close to the woman.

“Neue Freunde finden, mein Liebe? (Making new friends, my love?)” You asked König while your eyes fixate on the red haired woman, maintaining a toothy grin.

“Ja, das glaube ich. (Yeah, I guess I am.)”

The red head’s brows crease together, feeling quite uneasy.

“I’m sorry, König. Do you know her?” She questions as she leans closer into König, hoping he would shield her from your piercing watch and you fight the maniacal urges that arise.

By the befuddling look on the poor girl’s face and her accent was a dead give away…she was an American.

Regardless. She had no place flirting with König and the thought of her sharing the same oxygen as him, slowly boiled your blood to a dangerous temperature.

“Ich schwöre bei Gott, wenn du ihn berührst...(I swear to God, if you touch him)” Your tone daintly dips to a menacing level, one that König immediately recognizes.

The smug expression on König’s face becomes one of wary. “My apologies, Schatz. This here is my lovely wife, Y/N. She thinks you’re very pretty.” He blatantly lies through his teeth.

“Y-Your wife?”

The woman blinks a few times, bewildered by how she missed all the crucial signs.

Her eyes drop to your left hand, where a diamond ring would be, but instead there was a small calligraphy tattoo, engraved in your skin that read:

“Til Death.”

“Hat deine Hure einen Namen, König? (Does your whore have a name?)”

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead König reached over to grab the glass of bourbon that sat on the table, taking a quick swig of it while watching the tension build as you continued to inspect his new “friend.”

Your eyes flit over to him with impending glare, which light a fire under his ass to give an answer.

“Victoria.” He said dully, avoiding all eye contact.

A seed of suspicion was ready to plant itself as König had a small habit of fabricating to avoid conflict. But, the way her neck almost snapped at the name, convinced you otherwise and your expression softens.

“gefällt sie dir?” (Do you like her?)

“Y/N, es ist nicht-” (Y/N, it’s not-)

Swiftly rising to your feet and cutting off his excuse, you walk your way around the table to settle comfortably in your husband’s lap, wedging yourself between the two with your eyes studiously on Victoria.

Despite your calm and relaxed nature, the air surrounding held underlying tension with a dicey edge to it.

Victoria’s eyes shift frantically between you and König, hoping that she can escape the situation without any causing any more problems.

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t know you were married. I just assumed you were single.”

“Du hast falsch gedacht, Schlampe. Ich wette, die dumme Schlampe erkennt nicht einmal, was für eine Frau ich bin.(You thought wrong, bitch. I bet that stupid bitch doesn’t even realize what kind of woman I am.)” You added with a humorless laugh, confusing Victoria even more.

“What did she say?”

“Don’t look at my husband, look at me.”

In response to your command, König’s arm causally wraps itself around your waist, not to be endearing but to restrain you if things go suddenly left.

“Are you having fun with König, Victoria?”

Victoria shivers at the piercing tone of your question.

“No, of course not.”

“No? So are you telling me that he wasn’t good enough to entertain you?” You scoffed in disbelief and instinctively König’s grip tightens around your waist, fully aware of the game your about to play.

[nyupreservation]

Surveying Spain: Working with Spanish Civil War Posters at NYU Libraries

Hi, my name is Mia Lindenburg. I am a graduate student undergoing NYU’s Dual Degree program, where I will get an MA in literature and an MLIS. This semester, I have been working with NYU’s Barbara Goldsmith Preservation & Conservation Department, mentored by Lindsey Tyne (Conservation Librarian), Laura McCann (Director of Preservation), Weatherly Stephan (Head of Archival Collections Management), and Felix Esquivel (Collections Manager, Special Collections), to survey the Spanish Civil War Poster Collection (ALBA.GRAPHICS.001). This internship has helped me to prepare for a future career in special collections libraries, where I will be required to work with delicate material similar to what I see in this collection. I am very thankful for this opportunity and how it has allowed me to delve deeper into archival work with a hands-on approach.

In addition to working with the Preservation department, I have been lucky enough to work with the Archival Collections Management (ACM) and Special Collections departments, allowing me to see the different perspectives of handling a large and often complicated collection. This blog post will demonstrate the different ways in which these departments added to my learning experience and show some of the special facets of working with this collection in particular.

BUILDING THE DATABASE

Before I began surveying this collection, I had to create an infrastructure that would allow me to compile the data I would be collecting. I used the software AirTable to build this database. First, I had to move the data that had already been collected into my table. This came from Archives Space (AS), an archives information management software used by NYU Libraries. This had much of the preliminary data I would need to fact-check against in the survey, such as poster locations. After I had brought the AS data into the table, I created fields that would duplicate the AS fields but with the descriptor (survey) to show any differences. Additionally, I made new fields for things we might want to consider, such as condition and size. 

UNIQUE POSTER FORMATS

“I tu? Que fas per la victoria?”

ALBA-ES 46, copy 4 “i tu?” (Photo by: M. Lindenburg)

The first set of posters that I want to discuss is ALBA-ES 45 and 46, also known as the two sides of “I tu? Que fas per la victoria?” a Catalan poster depicting a bloody soldier advocating for his audience to participate in the war, to support the cause. This collection has many copies, encapsulated (meaning this poster is inside a protective mylar sleeve) and unencapsulated, of this poster. The copies pictured below interest me because they were particularly delicate. You can tell from the photos that they were split into pieces, making flipping the posters to inspect the back difficult. These will need a lot of conservation work, although they may not be an immediate priority since so many copies are in fine condition.

ALBA-ES 45, copy 4 “i tu?” (Photos by: M. Lindenburg)

“Allisteu-vos a les milicies antifeixistes”

The poster “Allisteu-vos a les milicies antifeixistes,” belongs to a series of posters collected at The Franklin Institute in Philadelphia as part of a circulating exhibit.

ALBA-ES 116, recto, “Allisteu-vos a les milicies antifeixistes” (Photo by: M. Lindenburg)

These interest me because of how they were mounted for the exhibition. Rather than encapsulating the posters or leaving them untouched, this exhibitor chose to attach muslin across the back and use cardboard and grommets to hang them.

ALBA-ES 116, verso, “Allisteu-vos a les milicies antifeixistes” (Photo by: M. Lindenburg)

Annual Xmas Eve Ball

Poster ALBA-US-15, uses a mounting technique commonly used with posters associated with the Veterans of the Abraham Lincoln Brigade (VALB).

ALBA-US-15 (Photo by: M. Lindenburg)

It is mounted on a paperboard, which makes it somewhat heavy and unwieldy when grouped in folders. Take note of the headline of Zero Mostel, which shows the support the VALB received, even from celebrities.

THE INSCRIBED NAMES & WHO THEY WERE

Archie Brown is a signature I’ve encountered a lot in this collection.

ALBA-ES-8 (Photo by: M. Lindenburg)

Brown was born in 1911 in Sioux City, Iowa. He was brought into the world of labor activism at an early age. 1934, he was arrested at a Young Communist League (YCL) event in San Pedro. But he continued with his activism despite this. In 1937, Brown got tuned into the struggles in Spain, particularly after his brother was recruited to the International Brigade. In San Francisco, Brown was denied a passport because of his radical reputation. So, he went to New York City and stowed away on a ship to France, where he would travel to Spain. He joined the forces of the Abraham Lincoln Brigade and, even after the war, continued to fight as a soldier and an activist.

Archie Brown, 1982 (Photo by: R. Bermack). Image Source.

Harry Hakam is an interesting character, partially because of his frequent correspondence with other members of the Abraham Lincoln Brigade.

ALBA-ES-77 (Photo by: M. Lindenburg)

Hakam was born in Brooklyn in 1913. In February 1937, he sailed to France, arriving in Spain in March of the same year. He served primarily as a battalion runner, returning to the US in 1938. However, it’s his correspondence that makes him shine. His collection marker (Hakam) is found on many posters that share others’ names, meaning he likely sent these posters back and forth between fellow members.

Harry Hakam. Image Source.

We don’t have as much information on Al Erdberg, but we do know from the Harry Hakam Papers (ALBA.046) and the fact that Erdberg shows up in the Hakam posters that they had correspondence. Erdberg was likely part of the Abraham Lincoln Brigade or a state-side supporter. This would be an interesting figure to research further.

ALBA-ES-30 (Photo by: M. Lindenburg)

REHOUSING

A big problem I encountered when surveying these posters was with the housing rather than the posters themselves. Often, I encountered groups of ten or more posters in a folder, making the folder heavy and difficult to move. Further, if these posters are in mylar encapsulation, they become even heavier. To remedy this, the posters need to be rehoused into sturdier folders. I began some of this work with Laura McCann this semester, and the rehousing of the posters will continue through the summer. 

VELCRO STICKERS

Some of the posters I found had velcro stickers left on the mylar encapsulation. These are likely from previous exhibition techniques, where the posters were attached to a wall using velcro. However, this technique is now deemed problematic, so Lindsey Tyne and I used a process to remove these stickers. We used a hot iron to heat small metal spatulas, which we then used to melt the adhesive of the sticker and lift the velcro off. This is a delicate process, but we got into a rhythm and moved fairly quickly.

Mia removing velcro (Photo by: L. Tyne)

This collection has taught me many things. I have learned to be patient, think carefully, and always be on the lookout for new observations, among many other smaller skills. If I were asked to advise someone starting a similar project, I encourage them to take note of their natural rhythm so that they can figure out which order of surveying works best for them to maximize efficiency. I would also tell them not to be afraid of asking questions, even if it’s clarifying something they think you already know. This has been an incredible experience, and I feel so lucky to have been a part of this collection. Thank you for taking the time to read my post!

[the-garbanzo-annex-jr]

There is also a border with Egypt and the Mediterranean Sea. And, lest anyone forget, there is a maze of underground tunnels one recently-freed Israeli hostage calls "Lower Gaza" which presents numerous illegal exit opportunities.

As Ari Zivotofsky observes in the Jerusalem Post, a September 19, 2023, episode of the Palestinian television show Emigration claimed that, "in the past 15 years a quarter of a million young Palestinians left for abroad." In 2022, over 15,000 of them who lived abroad (having apparently escaped the "prison") willingly returned to it to celebrate the feast of Eid al-Adha.

This is not how prisons work.

The Middle East Media Research Institute (MEMRI) has been running a series on "Gaza Before October 7" refuting the "concentration camp" and "open-air prison" claims with pictures and videos. The first two episodes follow Palestinian "influencer" Yousef Alhelou as he travels around Gaza, showing off the top spots for tourists, including a gold market. Subsequent episodes include an Al-Jazeera feature of the economic boom in Gaza, Turkish television reports on the markets of Gaza, and various Arab media outlets covering the many sporting events in Gaza.

Hamas propagandists argue that Gazans are denied goods and services they are entitled to because of Israel's "land, water, and sea blockade," but Israel only blocks weapons from entering Gaza. Even after October 7, Israel has continued to supply electricity, food, and medicine.

What the "pro-Palestine" luminaries will never admit is that Israel has been forced into controlling Gaza's ports by the long history of weapons shipped there. In 2001, two vessels, the Calypso and the Santorini, were seized with weapons destined for Palestinian terrorists, and in 2002, a Palestinian ship called the Karine A was seized with 50 tons of Iranian weapons destined for Gaza. Since then, Israel has acted to prevent further shipments of weapons from reaching Gaza by sea. In 2007, after Hamas took over Gaza completely, Israel imposed an inspections regime and began more aggressively searching ships for smuggled weapons. Food and medicine are not prevented from entering Gaza.

Poor access to healthcare is another complaint about life in the Gaza "open-air prison." In April 2023, the Jerusalem-based anti-Israel activist group B'Tselem faulted Israel for preventing Palestinians from leaving Gaza in order to be treated in Israeli hospitals. But Israel treats plenty of Palestinians. Hamas leader Ismail Haniyeh sends his entire family to Israel for medical care. In 2013 his 1-year-old granddaughter was treated in an Israeli hospital; in 2014 his daughter was treated at Tel Aviv's Ichilov Hospital and his mother-in-law was treated at Jerusalem's Augusta Victoria Hospital; in 2021 his niece was treated at Ichilov Hospital. Just this month, it was reported that Haniyeh's grandniece was being treated at the Soroka Medical Center in Beersheva. But why should any Gazans be treated in Israeli hospitals? There are 36 hospitals in Gaza, many of which are run by foreign nations (Indonesia, Turkey, Jordan, European countries) serving a population of around 2 million.

Of course, hospitals in Gaza are dual-purpose buildings, offering both healthcare and camouflage for the entrances to Hamas's elaborate subterranean infrastructure. An IDF spokesman said that "Hamas systematically built the Indonesian Hospital to disguise its underground terror infrastructure." The Al-Shifa hospital, where IDF soldiers found a stash of rifles, ammunition, and ballistic vests, also sits atop a major tunnel junction. IDF soldiers recently found unopened boxes of medicine for Israeli hostages at the Nasser Hospital in Khan Younis.

If Gaza is a prison, Hamas is the jailer.

[pavardscherie]

Helloooooo Darling! I loved the Benji one <333 and I love Benji hehe

Could you write something about him and reader visiting his parents and things get steamy in his old bedroom? <333

a bedroom for two, benjamin pavard

pairing benjamin pavard x female summary benjamin takes you to visit his parents for a vacation, and things get steamy in his old bedroom.

izzy talks; man oh man, i'm starting to develop a very concerning crush on benji, and those cute curls. i'm really happy you liked it! and thank you for the request. all up for writing our favourite centre back! <3

i'm not writing complete smut yet, because im still practising to make it as detailed as possible ... buuut i added a little steamy stuff xd

a trip to france always had a nice melody to it. the beautiful, old buildings and several streets to walk through in a long summer dress while the warm wind blew through the hair. for her, it was more than just a loving vacation in the country.

a trip to france meant visiting maubeuge. a town with almost thirty thousand residents, surrounded by the river sambre and known for the 'Les Fortifications de Vauban' with endless widths of green grass. she's been at this place more than once, and she would come back in a heartbeat.

this time, benjamin asked her to visit his hometown and his parents, for his mother nathalie's birthday. frederic called multiple times over the past weeks, and hoped for a return of his son. with a bouquet of at least fifty red roses and a beautiful pandora necklace with swarovski stones embedded.

beautiful idea, made by both of them. and the birthday was the reason why she found herself, with benjamin's hand engulfing hers in comfortable warmth, exploring the large house that he bought for his parents. multiple rooms were almost empty, used as guest rooms if friends of the family stayed over, or benjamin brought team mates with him.

one room seemed unused since benjamin left his hometown to play at bayern munich, and it was the one at the end of the corridor. almost isolated from the guest rooms, and the staircase to the lower floor. "i lived there. it's like my teenage room." benjamin confessed, pointing a finger at the closed door.

"teenage room, huh?" she wiggled the eyebrows at him, a smile tugging at the corners of her red-coloured mouth. "did you bring girls to this room?"

"only one, and only today." the football player chuckled, walking down the corridor towards the closed door and pulling her with him. "you can feel special now." a hand placed on the doorknob, he opened it widely and revealed the embarrassing obsessions in his teenage years. multiple posters stuck to the dark blue coloured walls, disparate football players he looked up to and a couple of females, who were known as american models.

"so.." she walked inside, letting go of benjamin's hand to turn in circles and take in every corner of the room. a part of his past before moving to bayern munich. "the model typ?" a slender finger pointed at one of the victoria secret's model, presenting a white set of lingerie in an almost vulgar position.

"ah, no." the embarrassement settled in the pit of his stomach, but easily, a tint of cherry red spread across the span of his cheeks. he didn't remember the details about his former room anymore, but seeing the different females on the walls, squished between people like messi and ibrahimovic, caused a spark of bashfulness. " teenager fantasies, you know?"

benjamin gaze lifted towards the female, who inspected each detail of the room. a sweaty hand on the neck, the rough fingertips rubbed over the thin curls. "fantasies, aha." raising a single eyebrow at the state of her boyfriend, she slowly stepped further towards the double bed in the far right corner. plopping down on the comfortable mattress, she placed her hands flatly on the blanket behind her and leaned the weight on them.

"tell me more about your teenage fantasies."

benjamin lifted the head further to glance at his girlfriend, the form of her lips resembled the mischief that played in the back of her head. he knew the glimpse of smugness in the colour of his eyes, the moment when she already prepared the steps ahead, and clung to the spark of hope to receive the answer she wanted.

stepping closer to her, benjamin's hands traveled towards the pockets of his jogging pants, and slipped into the front pockets. "you're not going to laugh?"

"don't tell me you imagined taking miranda kerr home with you, and literally hoping you could rip those expensive underwear from her?" wiggling the shoulders, she already started to make fun of the fantasies that occupied benjamin's mind as a teenager.

"not funny, everybody wanted one of them. or her." he shrugged the shoulders in an attempt to wipe off the reminder of the topic, coming to a stop in front of her. as she sat on the bed, almost laid down on the blanket, benjamin towered over her. "but maybe, i can replay some of those fantasies."

reaching out for the female, his thumb caressed over her chewed-up bottom lip, and pulled it down slowly.

grazing over the soft skin, benjamin grabbed her chin between the thumb and pointer finger, tilting the head higher to connect their eyes. a smirk played on her lips, she didn’t need to give him an answer, the expression of utter smugness was enough. the red lipstick that framed her lips perfectly, was a reminder to last night when she kneeled in front of him. 

marks, smeared strokes of red, left along his shaft and tip as she tried to fit him entirely into her mouth. still, after more than two years, she‘s fighting to find a way to please him without gagging too much. „tell me about your fantasies.“ she muttered, letting herself fall backwards on the duvets. strands sprawled out like a flower bed around her, arms laid out perfectly between the smooth hair. 

from benjamin‘s position, it looked like a portrait. a picture painted by a very famous italian artist, who loved to draw roses in each picture. „how about i show you?“ running the thick fingers through the smooth curls, benjamin carefully climbed on top of her. 

with the motions of his figure, his large hand traveled a different path. rough tips danced across the goosebumps on her exposed legs until reaching the hem of the summer dress which only covered half her thighs. slipping underneath the fabric, the eyebrows furrowed when the fingers didn’t find a pair of lace panties. „what the..“ he muttered, the french accent giving the words an extra edge. 

„you expected underwear? how foolish of you.“ she giggled, the bottom lip pulled back immediately, when pavard‘s rough pads grazed her pulsating clit. the wetness pooled between her thighs, it got more difficult to listen to him when her thoughts already created multiple scenarios in her head. 

shaking his head in disbelief, the words traveled straight to the forming tent in his jogging pants. „you’re going to be the death of me, just so you know.“ the answer was unnecessary, as the fleshy fingers started to massage the bundle of nerves with more pressure than usual. she planned this, she wanted this badly, and benjamin would in to those thoughts. 

„benji, please.“ her lids fluttered close at the simplest touch of the man, she felt like pudding in his hands. „i need you, all of you, right now.“ 

watching closely how she drifted between pleasure and reality for a couple of seconds, he couldn’t help but letting the satisfied smirk spread across his face. many times, she tried to take control over the situation but one touch, one simple stroke or kiss was enough to have her beg for him. 

shuffling out of the wide jogging pants, benjamin quickly pulled his boxer shorts down as well. mentally, he praised himself for choosing the comfortable pair of bayern munich sets, instead of going for the full elegant way. „don’t make a sound, babe. i don’t want my parents to think we‘re completely messed up.“ 

hiking the fabric of the dress up further, he revealed the bare pussy. tongue darted out, and licked over the dry lips at the delicious view. juices spread with his fingers glistened around the clit in the dim light, coming from the windows. leaning above her, one hand placed beside her head to keep his weight off her body, with the other, he grabbed his shaft and guided himself to her entrance. „benji..“ 

the impatient whimpers left her mouth, as he slowly pushed the tip inside. stretching out the entrance, the now empty hand found it’s place on the other side of the head. painfully slow, to achieve the teasing whines from her, benjamin pushed himself second for second inside of her warmth. 

eyes focused on her expression, still searching for the slightest sign of pain. corner of the mouth twitched, a pleased smile wanting to push through and the eyebrows furrowed in passion. „are you good?“ the question was genuine, he always cared the most about how she felt during it. 

nodding the head repeatedly, she clutched his shoulders tightly  and pulled him down to her level. mouths merely an inch away, the hasty, warm breaths mixed together. "can you be quiet for me?"

she nodded again, not trusting the voice to speak without stuttering the words together, or needy whimpers escaping between the broken syllabeles. "i need words, baby."

benjamin felt the pulsating walls, clenching around his dick when he used the common nickname for her. she loved the sweet words, especially the spoken praises. "yes, i can be quiet for you."

"good girl." soft lips pressed a tender, featherlight kiss againts her glistening forehead, slight sweat spreading across the smooth skin. "my good girl."

praising words, a praise to always complying, and benjamin started to pull his hips back, snapping them quickly back, hoping she would be as quiet as she promised.

[gsuschr1st]

THE FOLLOWING IS A NON-PROFIT FAN-BASED AU FANFICTION

DANNY PHANTOM IS OWNED BY NICKELODEON, PARAMOUNT STUDIOS, BUTCH HARTMAN, AND VIACOM INTERNATIONAL

PLEASE ENJOY THE FOLLOWING PHANTOM! JAZZ AU, ONE SHOT, I THOUGHT OF.

Jazz Victoria Fenton is a fresh college student and Amity Park's resident ghost superhero protector named: "The Phantom." The inhabitants of her hometown were now facing a new monster hunter developed by the guys in white dubbed "The Spector Slayer." On a roof of an unnamed building Jazz now gets into a defense karate stance and inspects the Slayer.

As Jazz inspected the Slayer, noticing he wore a suit designed to fit the style of a ninja-styled grim reaper, the suit looked reasonably similar to her parent's prototype super suits. Still, it had some specific variations to it.

For example, the armor looked futuristic, probably built with nanotech machines. The armor shade was dark blue, with bright white complementing the blue.

It looked like it would fit a person with a light heavyweight 6ft body stature, not overly muscular, but could fit someone with a decent, slim muscle build. The hood of the suit looked almost like a reapers hood, with it being colored jet black along with the cape attached to it. The material on the cape was probably a leather-styled material built for glider-based mobility.

The mask the Slayer wore only covered his ears, nose, and entire chin, only leaving his eyes visible. The mask reminded Jazz of the game Mortal Kombat the one her brother played a lot with Tucker, where this one character Noob had a face mask that looked very similar to the one the Slayer wore.

But what had caught Jazz's attention the most was the Slayer's eyes. They had the same navy blue color that reminded her of her missing younger brother Daniel "Danny" Vladimir Fenton.

"Danny?"

Jazz asked, shocked at the idea that this menacing figure could be her little brother.

The Slayer didn't say anything, only tilting his head in confusion, but he then readjusted himself in an aggressive attack stance, looking like a mixture between judo and jeet kun do. The Slayer's eyes harden into an intense murderous glare, making Jazz's skin crawl.

The Slayer hears a voice through his mask that is Agent O from the Guys In White. It sounds full of determined pride and disgust, erupting to reach The Slayer's ears, but only one command is uttered.

"Slayer combat protocol 432004 has been initiated. Eliminate the ghost girl."

After those words had been spoken to the Slayer, his eyes had started to dilate rather quickly, and then they were colored purely engulfed by a dark blue. The pigment shined and glowed like a new diamond.

In a flash, The Slayer moved so quickly from Jazz's perspective that it seemed like he teleported. This movement surprised her enormously as Jazz was just registering that her maybe brother turned super soldier monster slayer had. Just. Teleported. In front of her very eyes, a swift punch connects to her face hitting with a harsh Pow as the Slayer's fist lands on Jazz's face, sending her a few feet away and making her back hit a railing on the roof of this unnamed building.

"Ok… That was super painful."

Jazz says she regains her balance enters a defensive karate stance, and dashes to attack the Slayer. Each blow she tries to use is either blocked or strategically countered with a more vigorous blow from different martial arts such as; wing chun, jeet kune do, and boxing.

Each hit felt light baseballs being thrown at her at 15 miles per hour. The pressure of the punches had begun to put Jazz in a dazed state, but she needed to find a way to outmaneuver this opponent.

The Slayer dashes to connect an acrobatic jump kick; however, Jazz quickly turns intangible, making him phase through her completely. He lands in a kneeling position. The Slayer turns to face Jazz, only to see that there were now ten of her surrounding him.

"Danny, please, I don't want to fight you; it's me, Jazz remember? Your big sister?"

One clone of Jazz tells The Slayer he now just stares at each clone curiously. He had wondered why his target called him that and why she looked so familiar. Sadly, before any semblance of his target's memory could return, Agent O Yelled into Slayer's ear.

"SLAYER. DO. NOT. BE DISWAYED BY THIS THING! DESTROY HER NOW!"

After that, a sharp shock hits The Slayer. It felt as if a Taser was scratching at his mind. He grabs his head with both hands relatively in a violent tight fashion; after that, memories return. Flashes of a home, his parents, friends, and then…

"KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL…"

The Slayer's body goes deadly stiff and limp for a few seconds. One of the Jazz clones walks up to him touching his shoulder. After she does so, The Slayer, in a blindingly quick fashion, grabs the hand, pulling the clone closer then a fast slash is heard.

Then the clone evaporates, revealing a singular scythe powered by ectoplasm.

[Authors note: Like death from Darksiders.]

Ectoplasm blasts are shot at The Slayer. Even a few clones dog pile on him, trying to pin him down to not only slow down The Slayer but also give the original Jazz a chance to think of a plan to knock out The Slayer.

Then rather aggressively, the clones that the dog piled on him are pushed off of him, sending each one far back, and then another ectoplasm-powered scythe.

Meanwhile, the original Jazz is now trying to stay invisible to find an opening to overshadow and incapacitate her possible missing brother, the clones are a decent enough distraction, but most of them are being quickly outmatched by the speed, as well as strength of The Slayer and being sliced apart by the Slayer's duel welding scythes.

Though every single clone is being dispatched, Jazz notices an opportunity. After the last clone disappears with a devasting set of slashes to aid in that predicament, Jazz from behind tries to overshadow the Slayer and try out her new special attack. Which is a strong psychokinesis attack intended to keep him knocked out for 6 hours. This attack surprisingly works.

After a few minutes, Jazz sees The Slayer's mind seeing all of his memories, which confirms her suspicions that The Slayer is her brother, and she sees why Danny went missing.

All Jazz feels now is anger. The guys in white are going to pay.

[redqueenphoenix]

State Championship (TWD Fanfiction Part 10)

State Championship Part 10

(A TWD Fan Fiction)

I do not own any of the rights to The Walking Dead, nor do I own any of the characters mentioned from here on in, other than Victoria Hawkins. Some situations have been changed and some people may have been switched in this alternate universe. 

All characters in this fan fiction are over the age of 21 years old.

Coach Negan Smith X Female OC

Word Count: 1285

~*~

Part 10

Victoria spent the next few days crying on and off as she packed her stuff. She stepped away from her laptop after scoping out colleges in Atlanta Georgia since she was going back there. She was happy that one of the colleges accepted her in the middle of the school year. Her start date for the new college was next week so she had to get on the road soon. 

She had run into Negan and Lucille once when she went to get boxes and totes from a store and saw how happy they really were. She internally hated what Negan had done, but she couldn’t bring herself to hate him as a person. 

Finally being fully packed she took her stuff to her car, jamming it into the small four door vehicle as she swore. It was a chore doing this by herself, but she didn’t want to leave anything. Once she jammed her last bag of clothes and her laptop into her car, she turned to the office and took her key to them. Knowing that they would do a walk through and give her the deposit back. 

Once the inspection of her apartment had finished she got into her car and looked down at her phone. She felt the need to message Negan goodbye, but then changed her mind. 

Starting her car she began her two hour drive to her mother’s house in Atlanta. The same damn way that the bus took her a handful of months ago. She turned her radio up as she made her way to the highway to leave town. 

Victoria sighed as she hit a stoplight on her way out of town. She rolled her eyes as she looked out her window. There Negan was helping Lucille into a doctor's office, more specifically a cancer doctor. His eyes locked with hers as she pulled forward as the light changed. Taking a shaky breath, she cut through the intersection and made her way out of town.

Her mind wandered as she drove down the freeway towards her mothers. She knew her sister, Erika would be happy to see her, but she didn’t know how her step brother Draven would take the news of her coming back. 

Draven was her father’s first child from his first marriage and he really didn’t like his new step mother. Before she moved he did show some hostility towards her due to siding with her mother, but she hoped he had grown out of that. Or at least stopped being a dick about everything.

Time seemed to slip by her quickly as she saw the city of Atlanta come into view. She sighed as she took an exit to swing her into the city from the freeway. The buildings whipped by as her phone chimed. Ignoring it she pulled onto the main street of the town, heading to her mother’s house with no other thought on her mind. 

Her mother’s house sat on a quiet block not far from the college that accepted her. Smiling, she pulled into the drive, feeling as if she could start over if the hole in her heart would heal. 

Victoria pulled her keys from the car, grabbing up her phone and purse. Taking a deep breath she got out of the car and started for the door. Raising her hand, she knocked on the door and waited. 

A few moments later the door opened. A shorter, blonde girl with green eyes opened the door and let out a squeal of excitement. “Oh my god, Tori!” She flung her arms around her. “No one told me you were coming!”

“Hey, Erika.” She smiled as she wrapped her arms around her little sister. “I thought mom would have told you I was coming home.”

Erika pulled back and arched an eyebrow, “you’re staying?”

“Yeah.” She chuckled as they entered the house. 

Erika closed the door and gave her sister a puzzled look, “I thought you were seeing someone there? At least that’s what mom said.”

“We broke up.” Victoria bit her lip as she sat her purse down.

“Oh, damn. I’m sorry, sis.” She looked up the set of stairs off the side of the living room. “Hey, Mom! Victoria’s here.”

She heard her mother scramble to get to the stairs and come down, “Vicky! I wasn’t expecting you for another day or so.”

“I couldn't stand being there any longer. Plus I start the new college next week.” She took a breath, shoving her cell phone into her pocket after seeing the notification of who messaged her. “I wanted some time to catch up with the family before I move to the campus.”

“So, you're taking the dorm we talked about?” Her mother asked as she moved from the living room to the kitchen. 

“Yeah, it would be easier, plus with the whole family being here it would give us all a little more space.” Victoria followed her mother.

“Don’t worry about it. Draven is threatening to move out.” She shook her head as she put some coffee on.

Victoria rolled her eyes. “Are you two still at each other?”

“When aren’t they?” Erika chimed in as she grabbed a soda from the fridge.

“What’s his deal now? And shouldn’t he have his own place? He’s, what, seven years older than me?” Victoria asked as she shook her head.

Erika laughed as she popped the can open, “he sure doesn’t act like it.”

“Erika!” Their mom exclaimed, “he’s just having a hard time finding his place in this world.” She pulled down a pair of coffee cups and poured them some coffee. “I cleaned out the spare room if you wanna store some of your things there until you go to college.”

“Thanks mom.” She smiled as she took the coffee from her. “I should start bringing my stuff in before someone pilfers my car.”

She smiled over her coffee cup, “that sounds like a good idea. Erika, how about you help your sister?”

Erika sat her soda down and walked to the door with Victoria. “So what happened with this guy?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Victoria shrugged as she stepped out of the house and went to her car. Grabbing a few of her bags and heading back inside with her sister. 

“Must have been messy.” She looked over to Victoria as she carried her bags up the stairs, “I’m sorry. Men are dicks.”

Victoria laughed and rolled her eyes, “he wasn’t. It was just not the right time.” She followed her sister into the spare room with a laugh, “so, mom calls my old room the spare room?”

“Yeah.” Erika chuckled as she dropped her bags on the bed. “She hasn't let too many people in here since you left.” She turned to head back out to get more of her sister's things.

Victoria took the time to pull her phone out and see what the message said. 

“I saw you leaving town. Be safe out there, doll. Love, Negan.”

Victoria shook her head as she jammed her phone back into her pocket. She smiled a bit knowing that he did still have love for her, but she knew it wouldn’t work out. Not now at least.

~*~

Part 11

[zealouscanonindeer]

Common Courtesy

Dr John Watson:

The Victoria station buzzed, the great cesspool of people flittering and hovering about like bees, their muffled goodbyes, tears, exclamations of joy all amalgamating into one incessant white noise to fill your ears until one threw his hat off in a mixture of irk and stimulating energy.

We waited by the stagnant train for the doors to open and reveal our compartment, which was to be our residing place for the next few hours. The train hooted and the steam rose in a majestic fashion, engulfing all and leaving them slightly bleary eyed. The doors were opened and Holmes and I made our way to our coach. Here we sat down opposite each other, Holmes pulled out a map of Denver and a pencil and began his detailed marking, outline of his pursuit and plan of attack. In time I would come to know it too.

"Watson, the primary task before us is to ensure Emily's safety. Once we have achieved that i suppose the rest shall follow. However, there is one thing I must ask of you, I warn you it is accompanied by a certain amount of danger... "

"You know better than anyone that I am willing share all that comes your way on these adventure. "

"A better accomplice a man never had.. "

"You flatter me, Holmes."

"I owe and Emily does too.. to your sense of humility in correcting my occasional pertinent ways."

"Now, what is this thing you want of me? "

"Ah. Yes. It is, you see my ardent request that you escort Emily back to Cartwright estate as soon as she is to be found. "

I must admit I was afraid. I was fairly certain that it would be a humongous task to get her to agree. A fine example of pushing her against her will, had on numerous occasions been put forth and it was enough to worry me for my own sake.

"You know better than anyone that she is not one to comply to such things. And she most certainly will heed to nothing against her own wills. "

"Indeed Watson. But it keeps things interesting, does it not? " Holmes smirked.

I suppose they both shared equal love for the sport,a constant defiance yet underlined by care. A passion quite foreign to me before my long acquaintance with Sherlock Holmes. The tingling anticipation in your bones, the fervid wait and dissolving mysteries appeal to even the most dull minds.

I had sadly been troubled by my war wound the past few months but the warm weather coupled with a new adventure had livened my spirits greatly. As the train rolled through the vast grassy countryside of London, I only hoped we were in time.

******

Denver, a quaint little port in the outskirts of North of England stood stark in contrast to the secrets it housed.

Holmes pulled me out of my reverie, absorbing the view himself in a quick glance before he transformed into Holmes the sleuthhound, on the scent of his targets and would relentlessly pursue his chase to a satisfactory end.

We walked about town for a few hours on the pretext on obtaining lodgings as per our liking and disqualifying any place having served it's purpose of rendering us with data. Making our way out of one such building, Holmes was quick to divert my attention.

"Watson, look the window frames! "

I turned curtly to view a massive church across the bank, on the other side of the water its looming windows hardly unnoticeable. We quickly hired a boat, our ferryman slightly amazed by our rush but in the end pleased as we preferred to leave our change in his competent hands.

Holmes made quick work of the lock, allowing us into the deserted building. In the center stood a singular chair, a rope grappled and savagely cut through. The room smelt burned and the darkened walls conveyed the similar expression.

"Watson, keep your revolver on hand." Holmes instructed. With his magnifying glass, he studied the ends of the rope. Subsequently , he made his way around the room, lying flat on his stomach inspecting every inch of the floor.

"The rope was used to bind someone to that chair, the ends are frayed excessively, the fibers stabbed considerably and repeatedly by a thin tool and shaky hand, indicative of a hurried escape. In all probability the weapon in question seems to be a hatpin. The fire I surmise, was the acute threat. "

"Good heavens! She has escaped then."

Holmes drew in a sharp breath and closing his eyes, exhaled, mildy shuddering.

" Where do you suppose they are now? "

"The far end of the water, getting into the vessel named, I believe The Regent."

"How could you possibly deduce that?"

"The floor is indented with scratches produced by dragging of wheels, trolleys carring heavy weights for the wheels have sunk into the wood ever so slightly at certain standpoints. The rest you see is common inference.The only vehicle carrying such heavy goods is a ship and the only ship leaving Denver today is the singular Regent. Denver hauls it's main vessels at the central port, a ship of such size could dock only there.

"It's impossibly commonplace! "

"Omne ignotum pro magnifico."

Holmes shrugged with mild asperity before we made our way into the sleepy streets of Denver. We walked through a small alley which would save us some time and allow us to reach our destination faster. A common street urchin with a wierd looking cap over her head collided with Holmes, in my view almost deliberately.

"Pardon me." Holmes quickly apologized, continuing ahead. To my utter surprise, the urchin slid her hand into his, pulling him to a stop.

"You follow me across the country and yet you have forsaken the common courtesy to greet me. I truly have given up hope of ever understanding you." She smiled.

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Why Shipping Containers for Sale Are the DIY Craze Today!

In modern DIY projects, shipping containers have become the go-to choice for creative and sustainable transformations. From trendy cafes to unique homes, these robust metal boxes are finding new life in extraordinary ways. 

Let’s explore why the shipping containers for sale in Victoria market are thriving and what makes them such an irresistible option for DIY enthusiasts.

The Rise of the Shipping Container Revolution

“Why build from scratch when you can start with a structure that’s already solid, durable, and ready for transformation?”

Shipping containers have gone beyond their original purpose of transporting goods globally. Today, they’re being repurposed for everything from tiny homes to mobile offices, showcasing their versatility and eco-friendly appeal. With more people prioritising cost-effective and sustainable living, shipping containers for sale in Victoria are becoming the preferred foundation for creative projects.

What Makes Shipping Containers So Popular?

1. Cost-effective and Budget-Friendly

Shipping containers offer a cost-effective solution for building without breaking the bank. Unlike traditional construction, where costs can quickly spiral out of control, shipping containers provide a fixed structure that minimises expenses. This affordability makes them particularly appealing to young families, startups, and small businesses.

2. Durability That Withstands Anything

Shipping containers are built to endure harsh conditions and are made of heavy-duty steel, making them incredibly sturdy. They can handle it all: wind, rain, or extreme temperatures. This durability ensures that projects built using shipping containers for sale Victoria last for years without requiring extensive maintenance.

Creative Ideas to Transform Shipping Containers

“A shipping container isn’t just a box; it’s a canvas waiting for your imagination.”

1. Tiny Homes with Big Style

Tiny homes are all the rage, and shipping containers are the perfect starting point. You can create a cozy, stylish, functional, and environmentally friendly home with a little insulation, windows, and creative design.

2. Pop-Up Cafes and Shops

For entrepreneurs, a shipping container offers a quick and unique way to establish a business. From pop-up cafes to boutiques, these structures are easy to customise, transport, and set up in different locations.

3. Workshops and Studios

Artists, writers, and crafters are using shipping containers to build inspiring spaces where they can focus on their work. With proper lighting and ventilation, these containers become quiet sanctuaries for creativity.

4. Garden Retreats

Transform a shipping container into a backyard retreat with greenery, skylights, and cozy seating. It’s the perfect escape right in your yard!

Eco-Friendly and Sustainable Living

In an era where sustainability is paramount, shipping containers are an environmentally conscious choice. Repurposing used containers reduces waste and the resources needed for traditional construction. This has significantly boosted interest in shipping containers for sale especially among eco-conscious builders.

Tips for Choosing the Right Shipping Container

Assess Your Needs: Decide on the container's purpose—whether it’s for living, working, or storage.

Inspect Thoroughly: Check for rust, dents, and structural integrity before purchasing.

Choose the Right Size: Shipping containers come in various sizes, so pick one that suits your project.

Work with Experts: Seek professional advice for insulation, electrical wiring, and modifications.

Why Victoria Is the Hotspot for Shipping Containers

Victoria’s thriving DIY community has made the region a hub for innovative projects. The availability of shipping containers for sale in Victoria provides locals with easy access to this versatile building material. Numerous suppliers offer quality containers at competitive prices, so it’s no wonder these metal marvels are taking over backyards, streetscapes, and businesses across the state.

Conclusion 

If you’re feeling inspired, there’s no better time to explore the world of shipping containers for sale in Victoria. Whether you’re a seasoned DIY enthusiast or a beginner with big dreams, these containers offer the perfect starting point for projects as unique as you are.

So, what will you create next? Let your imagination run wild, and let shipping containers be the foundation of your next masterpiece.

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Your Guide to Commercial Land Capability Assessments and Finding Local Experts

When it comes to land development, whether for residential, agricultural, or commercial purposes, understanding the land's potential and limitations is crucial. One of the most effective ways to achieve this is through a Land Capability Assessment (LCA). For businesses and developers in Victoria, particularly those focusing on commercial projects, Commercial Land Capability Assessments ensure the land is used effectively, sustainably, and in compliance with legal requirements.

If you’ve ever searched for “Land Capability Assessment Near Me,” this article will provide you with everything you need to know about LCAs and how Victorian Septic Land Capability Assessments can assist you.

What Are Land Capability Assessments?

A Land Capability Assessment (LCA) evaluates the suitability of a specific piece of land for a particular use while considering potential environmental impacts. It examines factors such as soil quality, drainage capacity, topography, and climate to determine if the land can support development without adverse effects on its surroundings.

For commercial projects, Commercial Land Capability Assessments are even more specialized, focusing on the specific needs of commercial establishments like factories, warehouses, retail centers, and office buildings.

Why Are Commercial Land Capability Assessments Important?

Commercial Land Capability Assessments are vital for several reasons:

Compliance with Regulations: In Victoria, councils and regulatory bodies require LCAs before approving developments. Commercial projects, due to their size and potential environmental impact, face stricter scrutiny.

Sustainability: Ensuring that commercial development aligns with environmental sustainability helps protect resources and minimizes long-term ecological damage.

Risk Management: An LCA identifies risks such as flooding, erosion, or soil instability that could jeopardize the success of a commercial project.

Efficient Design: By understanding the land’s limitations, developers can design infrastructure that maximizes land use efficiency and minimizes costs.

What Does a Land Capability Assessment Include?

An LCA involves several steps and components:

Site Visit: The assessment begins with an on-site inspection to gather data on soil type, vegetation, slope, and drainage.

Soil Testing: Samples are taken to laboratories for detailed analysis of soil properties, such as texture, permeability, and pH levels.

Environmental Analysis: Risks like erosion, flooding, or contamination are evaluated to ensure the land’s long-term viability.

Land Use Recommendations: The final report provides recommendations on how the land can be used, considering its capabilities and limitations.

For businesses, Commercial Land Capability Assessments focus on factors like waste management, heavy machinery impact, and infrastructure needs.

Finding “Land Capability Assessment Near Me”

Searching for “Land Capability Assessment Near Me” can connect you with local experts who understand the unique challenges and opportunities in your area. Local assessors are familiar with Victoria’s regulations and environmental conditions, ensuring accurate and compliant results.

Here are some tips to find the right professional near you:

Look for Experience: Choose assessors with experience in commercial projects to ensure they understand the specific requirements of your development.

Check Credentials: Ensure the consultant is licensed and accredited in Victoria.

Read Reviews: Customer reviews and testimonials can provide insights into the quality of their services.

Ask for a Portfolio: A reputable assessor should be able to share examples of previous projects.

Victorian Septic Land Capability Assessments: Experts in LCAs

When it comes to Commercial Land Capability Assessments in Victoria, Victorian Septic Land Capability Assessments is a trusted name. Here’s why:

Tailored Solutions: They offer customized assessments designed to meet the unique requirements of commercial projects.

Comprehensive Services: From soil testing to final reports, their end-to-end services ensure a seamless experience.

Regulatory Expertise: With in-depth knowledge of Victoria’s council regulations, they ensure your project is fully compliant.

Local Knowledge: Being based in Victoria, they understand the specific environmental and geographical factors that influence land capability in the region.

Key Applications of Commercial Land Capability Assessments

1. Industrial Developments

Factories, warehouses, and processing plants require large spaces and often involve heavy machinery. LCAs ensure that the land can support these structures and activities without compromising soil stability or causing environmental damage.

2. Retail Centers

Shopping complexes and retail hubs need proper waste management systems, parking infrastructure, and drainage solutions. An LCA helps design these elements efficiently.

3. Office Buildings

Modern office spaces require sustainable designs. LCAs assist in incorporating green building practices and energy-efficient solutions.

Challenges in Commercial Land Capability Assessments

While LCAs are essential, they come with their own set of challenges:

Complex Regulations: Commercial projects often involve navigating multiple layers of regulatory requirements.

Variable Soil Quality: Soil conditions can vary widely, even within a single site, complicating the assessment process.

Cost Considerations: LCAs for commercial projects can be more expensive due to their complexity, but the investment is often worthwhile to prevent future issues.

Environmental Sensitivity: Ensuring that large-scale commercial developments do not harm the environment requires careful planning and expertise.

Innovations in Land Capability Assessments

Technological advancements are transforming the way LCAs are conducted:

Geographic Information Systems (GIS): GIS technology allows assessors to create detailed maps of land features, making assessments more accurate.

Remote Sensing: Satellite imagery and drones provide additional data about the site, reducing the need for extensive manual surveys.

Digital Reporting: Modern tools enable consultants to deliver detailed, easy-to-understand digital reports to clients.

Benefits of Hiring Victorian Septic Land Capability Assessments

When searching for “Land Capability Assessment Near Me,” Victorian Septic Land Capability Assessments should be your first choice. Here’s why:

Time Efficiency: Their streamlined processes ensure quick turnaround times.

Affordable Services: They offer competitive pricing without compromising on quality.

Expert Guidance: Their team of experienced consultants provides clear recommendations, helping you make informed decisions.

Environmental Commitment: They prioritize sustainability in all their assessments, ensuring your project aligns with environmental goals.

Steps to Get Started

If you’re planning a commercial project in Victoria, here’s how to begin:

Contact a Consultant: Reach out to Victorian Septic Land Capability Assessments to discuss your project.

Schedule a Site Visit: A consultant will inspect your site to gather initial data.

Review the Report: Once the assessment is complete, review the findings and recommendations with your consultant.

Plan Your Project: Use the insights from the LCA to design a sustainable and compliant project.

Conclusion

Understanding the land’s capabilities is a cornerstone of successful and sustainable development. Whether you’re planning a retail center, office building, or industrial facility, Commercial Land Capability Assessments ensure that your project is built on solid ground—both literally and figuratively.

For those seeking reliable services in Victoria, searching for “Land Capability Assessment Near Me” will likely lead you to Victorian Septic Land Capability Assessments, a trusted partner in land evaluation. Their expertise, local knowledge, and commitment to sustainability make them the ideal choice for your next project.

By prioritizing environmental responsibility and regulatory compliance, LCAs help pave the way for a greener, more prosperous future for Victoria’s commercial landscape.

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Maximizing Land Potential: The Essentials of Land Capability Assessments in Victoria

Understanding land capability assessments is essential for sustainable land use planning, effective development, and environmental conservation. These assessments are a critical process to determine the suitability of a parcel of land for specific uses while minimizing potential environmental impacts. In Victoria, land capability assessments play a pivotal role in guiding construction, agricultural practices, and waste management solutions. This article delves into land capability assessments in Victoria and provides in-depth knowledge about their significance, process, and applications.

What Are Land Capability Assessments?

About Land Capability Assessments, they are evaluations conducted to analyze the capacity of land to support particular uses without causing degradation. These uses may include building structures, establishing septic systems, or cultivating crops. The process considers several factors, including soil quality, slope, drainage, climate, and potential environmental risks.

In Victoria, local councils often require land capability assessments before approving developments such as residential construction, commercial projects, or agricultural expansions. These assessments ensure that land use aligns with sustainability goals and complies with regional and national regulations.

Why Are Land Capability Assessments Important?

Sustainability: By understanding the land's capability, developers and planners can adopt sustainable practices that preserve resources for future generations.

Environmental Protection: Land capability assessments help identify potential risks such as soil erosion, water contamination, and biodiversity loss, enabling mitigation measures to protect the environment.

Regulatory Compliance: In Victoria, land development projects must adhere to guidelines set by councils. These assessments ensure that projects meet regulatory standards.

Cost-Effectiveness: A thorough assessment minimizes the risk of project delays and failures, reducing unnecessary expenses for developers and landowners.

The Process of Land Capability Assessments in Victoria

The process of conducting a land capability assessment in Victoria involves several steps, typically carried out by licensed consultants:

Initial Site Analysis: The consultant inspects the property to gather data on soil type, topography, vegetation, and existing infrastructure.

Laboratory Testing: Soil samples are collected and analyzed in laboratories to determine physical and chemical properties such as texture, pH, and nutrient levels.

Risk Assessment: Factors like flood susceptibility, erosion potential, and wastewater management are assessed to understand environmental risks.

Report Preparation: The findings are compiled into a detailed report that includes recommendations for land use, suitability analysis, and any required mitigation measures.

Submission and Approval: The report is submitted to the relevant council or regulatory body for review and approval.

Applications of Land Capability Assessments

Residential and Commercial Development

Land capability assessments are indispensable when planning residential housing or commercial infrastructure. These reports ensure that buildings are constructed on suitable soil and that wastewater systems are designed to function efficiently without harming the environment.

Septic System Installation

In rural and semi-rural areas of Victoria, septic systems are a common requirement. Land capability assessments determine whether the land can support such systems without contaminating groundwater or nearby ecosystems.

Agricultural Practices

Farmers rely on these assessments to decide which crops to grow or livestock to raise. Factors such as soil fertility, water availability, and climate are critical in maximizing agricultural output while maintaining soil health.

Challenges in Conducting Land Capability Assessments

Variable Soil Quality: Soil quality can vary significantly even within small areas, complicating the assessment process.

Climate Impacts: Victoria experiences diverse weather conditions, which can influence land capability. Long-term climate data is crucial for accurate predictions.

Regulatory Variations: Different councils in Victoria may have specific requirements, making it essential for consultants to be well-versed in local regulations.

Cost Implications: While necessary, these assessments can be costly for landowners. However, their long-term benefits often outweigh the initial expenses.

Choosing the Right Consultant in Victoria

Selecting a reliable consultant for your land capability assessment in Victoria is vital. Look for professionals with:

Experience: Seasoned consultants understand the nuances of Victorian land types and regulatory requirements.

Accreditation: Ensure they are licensed and certified by relevant authorities.

Comprehensive Services: Choose consultants who provide end-to-end solutions, from site analysis to report submission.

Reputation: Check client reviews and testimonials for insights into their reliability and expertise.

The Future of Land Capability Assessments

As environmental concerns rise, the scope of land capability assessments is expanding. In Victoria, advancements in technology, such as Geographic Information Systems (GIS) and remote sensing, are enhancing the accuracy and efficiency of these assessments. Additionally, increased focus on climate resilience and sustainability is expected to influence how land capability is evaluated in the coming years.

Governments and local councils in Victoria are likely to tighten regulations, making these assessments even more integral to land use planning. As such, staying informed about land capability assessments is crucial for developers, landowners, and policymakers.

Why Choose Septic Land Capability Assessment?

For those seeking expertise in Land Capability Assessments in Victoria, Septic Land Capability Assessment stands out as a trusted name. With years of experience and a dedicated team of professionals, the company offers tailored solutions to meet diverse land assessment needs.

Expertise in Septic Systems: The team specializes in evaluating land for septic installations, ensuring compliance with environmental standards.

Customized Reports: Each report is tailored to the specific requirements of the land and intended use.

Client-Centric Approach: The company prioritizes customer satisfaction, providing clear communication and timely service.

Regulatory Knowledge: Their consultants stay updated with Victoria’s regulations, ensuring seamless approval processes.

Conclusion

Understanding about land capability assessments is more important than ever for responsible land use and development. These assessments ensure that land is used optimally, sustainably, and in compliance with regulatory standards. In Victoria, they are a cornerstone of land development, influencing everything from residential construction to agricultural practices.

Choosing the right partner, like Septic Land Capability Assessment, can make a significant difference in navigating the complexities of land capability evaluations. By prioritizing sustainability, compliance, and innovation, these assessments pave the way for a greener and more prosperous future for Victoria.

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Vandals spray anti-Israel graffiti, torch car in Australia’s largest Jewish community

Two suspects sprayed anti-Israel graffiti and set a car on fire in a Sydney suburb on Wednesday, police said, prompting “outrage” from the Australian government days after a synagogue in Melbourne was torched.

Police said they were searching for two men, believed to be teenagers, who were “cross-dressed” and were seen fleeing the scene in the early hours.

New South Wales State Police said the offenders burnt the car they were travelling in and sprayed graffiti on the burnt car, another car, two buildings and a footpath.

Footage that appeared in local media showed the phrase “Kill Israel” written in black letters on a white wall in the eastern suburb of Woollahra, which has a long-standing Jewish community.

A contractor painted over the graffiti shortly afterwards. Prime Minister Anthony Albanese said:

“The incident in Sydney is outrageous and yet another anti-Semitic attack. I stand in solidarity with the Jewish community and unequivocally condemn this attack. There is no place for hatred and anti-Semitism in our country.”

The Australian leader said he would be briefed this week by a federal police task force set up to investigate anti-Semitic attacks.

The previous day, Albanese inspected the charred remains of a synagogue in Melbourne, calling on the country to unite in the face of a “vicious” arson attack.

Previous attacks

The Adat Israel synagogue was set on fire in Melbourne on the night of December 6. Two people were injured and hospitalised with signs of carbon monoxide poisoning. The premises sustained significant damage. According to the police version, the incident was anti-Semitic and occurred against the background of a significant increase in Judophobic sentiment in Australia.

Media reports say that police closed access to the synagogue, also blocking off neighbouring streets. Eyewitnesses reported that two unidentified masked men appeared outside the building at around 4 a.m. local time. After breaking a window, they broke into the room, poured petrol on it and set it on fire before fleeing.

At that time there were two people in one of the rooms, who were preparing the place for morning prayers. They called the police to report what had happened. Witnesses say the damage to the building is extensive.

Victoria Jacinta Allan, head of the Victorian state government, said the synagogue was founded in memory of the Holocaust by Jewish Holocaust survivors, mostly immigrants from Hungary. She also said she was allocating 100,000 Australian dollars for renovations. “We oppose anti-Semitism now and forever,” she added.

According to a report by the Executive Council of the Jewish Community of Australia (ECAJ), there were 2,062 acts of anti-Semitism recorded in the country between October 2023 and September 2024, four times more than a year earlier.

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