#Harmon Leon

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characters I see myself in

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The key art for season 19 of NCIS and behind the scenes images of the photoshoot.

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Slowdancing in the Parking Lot Prompt List

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I'm rememberin' I promised to forget you now

Singing for you darlin' in the same old way I first saw you

The last time I was in the back of a cop car I fell in love

Watchin' your red dress fall to the floor

Corner pocket at 12 AM

I'm undressing you in my head, my bed

Let's get some candles burnin' And some records turnin'

And the only thing I wanna do is find a spot Stop this car and throw it in park and get just Slow dance with you

My face on a cold window trying to sober up

I can still recall the words you said to me back then

All the lights down low take it nice and slow

But it's rainin', and I'm callin' drunk

Hoping for a slow song to come on the radio now

Midnight into morning with you

And if you leave just give me one more night

Let's lay in the dead grass Stare at the stars

So I've been thinkin' we need A little time alone

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

So whatcha say we cancel our plans? Tonight, I'm only gonna be your man

Right now he's got a bargain that he's taken too far

Getting close to you Making the most of whatever we got

I gave your name as my emergency phone call

The way your body's movin' Keep doin' what you're doin' To me all night long

Let's just leave here 'Cause there's nothing left to see

Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up

I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell

Writin' our love song

Love that look in your eye

And I still see you walking away And I tried to say I'm sorry

But she won't believe you When you fall down on your knees

We were more than friends from the start

Even if it's just a slow dance in a parking lot

I'm saving you from sharing All the things that I've been through

The things you're looking for Are the things I'll never be

And I don't care what song comes next I'm falling right here, 

Let the passion take us to a higher place Makin' the kind of love we make

Cause there's no one That you'll find that's quite like me

"Son, are you a danger to yourself?"

Ain't nobody get you like I do

What I'd give to have you back and in my arms again

Well, there ain't no way, baby To get me out this house When you look this good

"Son, why do you do this to yourself?"

Girl, I wonder, should we make another mistake?

She's wearing an old dress

And I couldn't find the words to make you stay

Let's wait, I swear she'll call me back

Next to me tonight That's the ecstasy I like

And do you want to take my broken heart?

Don't get me wrong No I don't want to hurt you

And I tried to keep you wrapped in my arms

He's sitting in the corner with a six pack of Corona

So listen to me girl You're just wasting precious time

Hiding all my feelings in the dark

I'd change that in a heartbeat just to feel your body

And I still see your fingerprints Running across my frostbit skin

You think you know me so well Who gave you the lowdown

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I see that town SILENT HILL

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Photo signed by the NCIS cast members

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Is anybody else strangely excited for Ghosts of Honolulu?

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𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐳𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳 — 𝐆𝐐 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫

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ARREST IN STRING OF BURGLARIES

Sheriff Leon Lott announces the arrest of two brothers and another man responsible for a string of burglaries. Investigators arrested 20-year-old Nicholas Frye (DOB: 05/05/03) on Feb. 20, 2024, his 19-year-old brother, Marcus Frye (DOB: 09/12/04) and 21-year-old Austin Harmon (DOB: 08/21/02) on Feb. 23, 2024 in connection with 20 burglaries and stolen trailer incidents. All of the incidents…

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All to You

ೀ Older!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader

Summary: A soft morning with Leon (or not).

Warnings: 18+, age gap (reader is in their 20s), oral (m&f receiving), pet names (sweetheart, baby, angel), accidentally made him c(h)orny here.

A/N: I was imagining id!Leon here but any older version of him works too! And also watch me disappear from the face of the earth after posting this. Feedbacks are appreciated!

Sabrina Claudio- All to you

The room was bathed in a gentle, pleasant glow as the dawn's first rays slowly peaked through the drapes. Lying there, nestled in a sea of cotton sheets, you slowly became aware of a presence next to you: your lover, Leon. As your eyes landed on his serene face, which was illuminated by the soft morning light, a happy smile pulled at the corners of your mouth. It was rare to see him in this state, as usually his face would always be in a scowl.

His chest moved up and down in a rhythm that seemed to harmonize with the very essence of the room. You reached out and lightly touched his cheeks, caressing them with care as his eyelashes created delicate shadows on them. 

The small elements in your shared bedroom made it come to life: a vase of flowers on your bedside table that Leon brought home to you last night, whose fragrance blended with the aroma of your freshly washed bed sheets. A quiet sigh escaped from your lips as you shifted slightly and snuggled deeper under the covers.

You were awestruck by the openness and closeness of it all as you quietly observed him. The time seemed to stand still, and the world outside the window ceased to exist as both of you were trapped in a cocoon of shared dreams and early morning tranquility. Your heart was overflowing with affection and appreciation for the moment, and you pressed a feather-light kiss to his forehead, his skin warm against your lips.

Your simple gesture made him rouse from his dreams; the feeling of grogginess disappeared in a fleeting moment as he felt the sensation of your feather-like kisses gracing his forehead. His eyelashes fluttered open, and his eyes were met with your warm gaze. From his forehead to his cheeks—and you didn’t forget his stubble jaw—your soft kisses followed a line of murmured promises, leaving a lingering warmth in his wake.

As Leon recognized what was happening—a lovely, dreamy awakening planned by the one who held his heart (you)—a gentle, dawning smile curved his lips. "Morning," he mumbled in a drowsy tone, having just stirred from slumber.

“Good morning, my love.”

You continued to press kisses on him; each gentle lip press conveyed stories of love and devotion that words could never express. The gentleness of your lips held a symphony of feelings—love, adoration, and a quiet vow to treasure every second both of you spent together.

As your lips continued their gentle exploration, his heart swelled with softness and gratitude for this stolen moment of intimacy. His whole life, he experienced pain and agony, but in this moment, he felt loved and cherished by you. By the sheer force of the affection that came from your lips, the lazy fog that had lingered in his mind was lifted.

"Someone is feeling affectionate today." Leon chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm and loving embrace. "I can’t help it; you looked adorable in the morning." It was Leon’s turn to launch a gentle assault of kisses on your face as he cradled it with his free hand. Fingers, warm and tender, traced the contours of your cheek. His touch was a silent reassurance, a wordless declaration of his presence and devotion to you too. "Only you would think I’m adorable, sweetheart." He hummed as the corner of his lips lifted into a smirk.

You let out a soft chuckle. "I’m glad I’m the only one who thinks that; I don’t want anyone else to steal you away from me." There was a hint of possessiveness and playfulness in your tone. "Don’t worry, sweetheart," His gaze locked with yours with a magnetic pull. "I am all yours, like you are mine." With a breathless pause, both of your lips met in a dance of longing and desire.

His rough hand trailed down underneath your shirt, which made you mumble into the kiss. This gave him the opportunity to intertwine his tongue with yours in a language only both of you understood. One of your hands found solace in running through his dirty blonde locks, the silky strands—thanks to your shampoo—gliding between your fingers.

Leon’s body responds eagerly to your touch, his chest rising and falling with each breath, his own hands exploring the curves of your body. The loose fabric of your shirt provided little resistance as his fingertips brushed against your exposed skin, sending shivers down your spine.

You broke away from the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting both of your lips. “So, breakfast?” Your words hung in the air, a mix of desire and playfulness dancing in your voice. “Oh, I have a better idea than breakfast.” He replied with a smirk on his face, his voice low and husky. “Let me taste you, angel.”

Your thighs squeezed in anticipation and excitement as his words filled the air. Biting your bottom lip, you nodded and tried to remove the cover before Leon interrupted you. “No, no baby. I want you to sit on my face.” A mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he looked into your eyes.

His hands found their way to your hips, tugging the waistband of your underwear down. His touch sent another shiver down your spine. He lay on his back as he helped you straddle yourself above his eager face, your underwear long gone near the bedside. You lowered yourself onto his waiting mouth, feeling the warmth and wetness of his tongue as he began to explore you. The stubble on his jaw pricked your thighs, but you did not care as it added to the sensation.

His lips and tongue worked in sync, expertly pleasuring you, with each flick and swirl of his tongue driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. He let out a groan underneath you as you gripped his hair and brought his face closer to your core. You were a moaning mess as you rode his face, his hands gripping your hips firmly, which will surely leave a mark or two.

You surrendered yourself fully to the pleasure he provided, unable to contain your moans as they filled the room with the sound of his lips smacking and sucking against your slick folds, lapping up the essence like a dog. It was as if he had tapped into his most primal instincts, with his desire to taste and consume you evident in every motion.

As your orgasm finally washed over you, your body trembled with release. However, that did not stop Leon from continuing with his ministrations, prolonging your pleasure for as long as possible—he puts your pleasure above his anytime of the day because he gets himself off by that. Only when your body was sated and trembling did he finally stop with his assault, a satisfied smile playing on his face. "Thanks for the breakfast, baby," he murmured against your thighs as he gave them a soft peck, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and desire.

His lips glistened with your own arousal, a visual reminder of the pleasure he had just bestowed upon you. Seeing him in that state made your desire still burn within you. With a coy smile, you leaned down closer, your breath hot against his ear. "My turn to taste you."

Suddenly, a tinge of dominance took hold of you. With a sensual yet comforting touch, you trailed your fingers along his bare chest, relishing the warmth of his skin. You could feel his heartbeat quicken beneath your touch.

With a mixture of hunger and reverence, you gently tugged on the waistband of his boxers, freeing his throbbing cock from its confines. It stood proudly before you. You took a moment to appreciate the sight—him as a whole, the way his face is flushed, and his hair cascading on the pillow. 

Seeing him in that state fueled your arousal, matching the rhythm of your intimate connection. Eyes hazy with desire, you finally took him in your mouth, your tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Pleasure surged through his veins, and his body responded eagerly to your skilled mouth. His hands found their way into your hair, gently guiding your movement.

Your mouth moved with a rhythm that drove him to the edge, exploring every inch of his length. The intense pleasure from your mouth and the way your touch grazed his inner thighs, his need to release growing with each passing moment.

"That’s it, sweetheart. You’re doing so good." He let out a loud groan as his body became tensed.

The way he praised you made your actions intensify, each movement becoming fervent to please him and make him feel good. It didn’t take long for him to spill himself into your mouth; the sensation was overwhelming and electrifying.

As he caught his breath, he leaned toward you, capturing your lips with his. His hands roamed your body, his touch possessive yet gentle as he explored every inch of your trembling form. Breaking away from the kiss with a low moan, he stared into your eyes, full of love and admiration. "Waffles or pancakes?" A soft chuckle escaped your lips in response to his question, "Waffles.”

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Aching Heart left there in The Cold ♡

Character of your choice x reader, (ex. Leon Kennedy, Jason Todd, Link, Ghost, etc)

A/N:...I don't know what came over me. This is probably the most heart-wrenching thing I've ever written. You can blame (or thank) Blackbriar for that. I recommend the songs 'You're Haunting me', 'Bloody Footprints in the Snow', or 'The Séance' by the aforementioned culprit, if you really want to get into the story! I'd love to know which character you imagined while reading this, let me know <3

~Fi ❄️

Warnings: GORE, graphic depictions of dead animals, ANGST, this hurt to write but also I love it, hurt no comfort, AU but idk what this is tbh, I'll buy you tissues <3

Word count: 2.2k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

@pinkalmondcake @vampkennedy you wanted snow, but I don't think this what you meant.......

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The cold nipped at your fingertips as you slowly gained back your consciousness. You were absolutely freezing. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, having a hard time adjusting to the blinding white that enveloped you.

With a groan, you slowly managed to sit upright and take in your surroundings. You were sitting in the middle of a snowy forest. The thick blanket of flakes was covering the trees, making their branches sag. There was nothing but trees and snow, no matter where you looked. No end in sight, not a clearing or perhaps a wooden cabin. There was absolutely nothing except your cold, shivering self that still rested in the middle of these endless woods with rosy cheeks.

You held onto a nearby log to heave yourself off the freezing ground. Your legs were shaky and unreliable and your thick wool clothes that were once to keep you warm were now completely soaked and doing nothing to keep the cold and humidity out.

Gentle flakes were floating down upon you, catching on your hair and blanketing you in the same manner as they once had the plants. There was almost like a fog hanging close to the ground, dipping the scenery in an eerie atmosphere. It was dead silent. Not one little noise from the various animals that you knew lived here, not a creak of the tree branches who should be giving out under the weight of the snow. Not a breeze, let alone another human.

Your heart ached at the sight. What happened? You remember these woods, but not like this. They were always prosper, full of life. The flowers would bloom and the trees would carry bright leaves on their crowns. Birds and insects would harmonize to make a beautiful symphony that had your soul blossoming in your chest. The squirrels and hares that lingered around the plush forest floor were gone, no fawns and does were in sight. It was... dull. But at the same time so incredibly peaceful.

Not a single sound except your soft breaths. You could feel your muscles relax, yet there was a tightening feeling in your chest that you couldn't seem to shake.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Before you could even realize it, your feet were carrying you down what you remembered was a path, leaving the imprint of your body in the snow behind. The more you walked, the more the atmosphere changed. It was still quiet and white, but it became tense. Incredibly so. Like a string that was about to snap.

You could make out a faint pink glow across the snowy ground in the distance. Hope bubbled up in your chest. There had to be something there, right? Something that could explain all of this.

Without a second thought you bunched up snow in your palms and tried to wash the ruby on your hands away. With teary eyes you harshly scrubbed at your skin, hoping, praying that you would get the blood off. Thankfully, you did, and your fingertips were now red from the cold and not from blood.

Your breaths became shorter as you subconsciously sped up your pace to make it to that eerie glow. Before you could get far, though, you stepped on something with an echoing crunch. You stopped in your tracks and took a step back, wanting to see what was under the imprint of your boot. Kneeling down, you began digging, exposing deep crimson tainted snow.

Blood. It was now staining your hands. With panicked and labored breaths, you dug your fingers deeper, unveiling what looked like a bone. It was now in pieces from you stepping on it. You stumbled back as much as you could as you were still kneeling, your hands leaving red traces in the snow.

As soon was your hands were clean, you gathered up your many wool skirts and ran. As fast you could, dragging your boots through the snow. You were getting closer and closer to the pink glow. Now, it felt like you shouldn't be running towards it, but you couldn't go back to the horror you had found. You didn't want to go back.

Something caught your eye. Small, dark spots in the pure snow. You slowed your pace, intrigued by the tracks. Fear shot through you when you realized they were red. It was blood. Again. Your eyes were glued to what seemed drops of blood. They got bigger and bigger as you went on, turning into puddles. There were deep traces in the snow behind them, like something or someone was dragged across the snow.

You were too focused on the stained snow, tears cascading down your rosy cheeks at the absolute horrors before you that you tripped over something, falling forward into the cold. You were able to catch yourself with your hands, letting out a grunt at the impact. You recovered quickly, turning around to see what exactly it was that you stumbled over.

The scream that ripped through you echoed through the forest. Before you laid the carcass of a deer. Bloodied and ripped open. Deep gashes adorned the animals body. You could see some blood dripping from where it's ribcage had been cracked open, sinking into the snow. It was fresh. A recent kill. By what? Or who? Your heart broke for the poor animal.

You pulled your damp shawl tighter around your shoulders, continuing onwards. Nothing could've prepared you for what you saw next. A trail of slaughtered animals. All kinds, big and small, predator or prey. It seemed like whoever did this didn't discriminate. Their bodies were torn open, insides spilling onto the snow. Ribs were poking out, spines were exposed, and tufts of fur and feathers littered the ground. You felt sick to your stomach. A massacre, pools of blood tainting the snow.

The once curious and innocent eyes now drained of all life, staring back at you empty and dull.

"What happened to you..?" You whispered shakily, having the urge to reach out to it.

But there was nothing you could do anymore, not much at least. You muttered a quick prayer under your breath, gently stroking down the deer's face, hoping that at least its soul would be granted some peace.

Snow, something so beautiful and pure was now stained with the spilled blood of innocent creatures. You kept your gaze to the ground in front of you, silently weeping over all of these poor animals. You swallowed the bile that rose in your throat, its burn like acid.

When you eventually did raise your head, you saw someone. A man who had buried his sword into the chest of a wolf, twisting it and cracking its bones. He pulled the sword free and it dragged in the snow as he walked, leaving crimson streaks. His back was to you, thank the gods, but he just slowly went on.

You were frozen in place, your breath stopping in your throat as your heart beat faster. You couldn't move, you couldn't breath, you could only stand there, helplessly, wondering why he would do such a thing. Despite your brain screaming and yelling at you to turn back, your feet moved in his direction, following the bloody footprints he had left.

You tried your best to keep your eyes off the slaughtered creatures, focusing on his haunting silhouette instead. He came to a halt, letting go of his weapon which landed in the snow with a thud. He fell to his knees soon after, his shoulders sagging as his head fell forward. Sobs and cries racked through his body, making his form shake. You had the instinct to hold him, keep him close to your chest.

But he was a stranger, was he not? Cautiously, you stepped closer, hoping to not alert him of your presence. The hem of your skirt was now also stained with blood, leaving faint marks as it gently brushed against the surface of the snow. There was something so familiar about him, but the more you tried to think what it was, the hazier your mind got.

His cries were tugging at your heart uncomfortably, but you didn't know why. It was only when he cried out your name in pure agony that something in your mind clicked.

It was your lover.

The man you loved so deeply and fully that it hurt. The one you wanted to spend your entire life with. The one that you were devoted to so wholly. Without thinking, you breathlessly called out his name, making him freeze as a sob got caught in his throat.

His head whipped around, eyes wide and red, the tear streaks on his cheeks looking like they were beginning to crystallize from the bitter cold.

"My love.. is that really you?" He breathed out, fully turning towards you, still on his knees.

You could see the shock, the relief, and the excruciating pain in his eyes.

One arm was tightly wound around your waist while the other was gently stroking your damp hair. His face was buried in the crook of your neck as he continued his wailing cries. You could feel his hot tears running down your neck, despite it all, they felt freezing, sending shivers up your spine. Your hands found his cheeks and you softly pried his head from your neck.

"Yes... why wouldn't it be..?"

You brows were furrowed in concern.

Why wouldn't it be you? What, in the Gods' name, was going on? Another sob tore through his chest as he reached out for your hands and pulled you down against his chest.

"I-I.. I thought I'd lost you.." he sighed, leaning into your touch. He looked so incredibly tired. Exhausted, really.

"What's the matter, my darling?" Your voice soothed all of his aches and ailments.

The gentleness it held was something he'd never experienced before. Until you. The tears spilled from his beautiful eyes still, even as he forced a wobbly smile onto his lips.

A soft, understanding smile settled on your face, though the furrow of your brows didn't waver.

"You'll never lose me. I'll always find my way back to you. No matter what." The words pumped blood back into his cold heart. He sighed in relief, you could almost feel the heavy weight on his chest falling away for yourself. His eyes fell shut as he basked in the warming feeling of your touch, the pads of your thumbs stroking over his tear stained cheeks.

When no response came and the warmth left his cheeks, he opened his eyes. Nothing. Absolutely nothing in front of him but the forest and the gruesome scene he had left behind. His blood froze in his veins. No. He searched for any indication of your presence. Footprints, kicked up snow or maybe a lingering warmth on his face. Nothing.

"I love you. With my whole being and soul do I love you. I'd carve out my heart if you'd ask me too."

The confession made its way off his tongue with such ease, it had to be nothing but the truth.

Had he gone mad and it was all a delusion? Or were you really here and someone took you away again? He couldn't tell. He only felt his heart shatter into a million shards again. He would scream for you until his throat was sore and his voice would give out. He had managed to lose you, the love of his life, twice in one lifetime.

"No... No, no, no, no!" His heart-wrenching yell managed to shake the trees, dusting everything in a fresh layer of white.

"Not again..." he sobbed, steadying myself with hid hands as he grasped at the snow where he was sure you had been. Trying to hold onto you desperately. He wailed and wept, clutching at his heart.

His hands balled into fists as an overwhelming rage took over him. He would make them pay. He would hunt down the abominations that had cost him his love, and he would rain hellfire down upon them until they felt even a sliver of the pain that he had.

Picking himself up with a grunt and a scowl on his face, he reached for his sword. He tightly gripped the blood-soaked weapon and turned around to go down the path from wence he came. His gaze was stone cold as he walked past the field of death and destruction he had left.

He left his aching heart there in the cold, hoping you'd come back one day to keep it safe for him. But for now, he buried it deep in the snow where you were, vowing he would never feel that kind of agony again.

What he didn't know, however, was that you were always with him. Your ghastly pale and transparent hands were always reached out towards him or placed right above his heart.It pained you just as much when your touch would phase through him, the cruel reality twisting your heart.

So you went back to wander aimlessly around these endless woods, waiting for him to join you inevitably. You picked up his discarded heart and held it close to your chest, promising to give it back to him when the time came.

For now, you'd gently remind him of your presence with little breezes fanning over his cheeks, almost like a kiss and pleasant dreams, hoping to stitch up the gaping hole left in his chest.

You'd be together again. You'd wait eons for him because he would always return to you, just as you would to him.

Not even the thin veil of death could keep your souls apart.

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... *hands you a box of tissues and offers a hug* I'm sorry :(

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HALLOWEEN COSTUMES

deer

angel

pearl

maxine

cecilia lisbon

daisy randone

jennifer check

tyler durden

donnie darko/frank

Priscilla

marie antoinette

black swan/white swan

juliet (romeo + juliet 1996)

victoria secret angel

juno

ramona flowers

penny lane

lisa rowe

lillian (the sweet east movie costume scene)

shiva baby movie cover

midsommer flower dress

lady bird

emma bloom

alice in wonderland

the love witch

mavis (hotel transylvania)

sharpay evans

mean girls halloween costumes

charlotte (lost in translation pink hair)

layla (buffalo 66)

Mathilda (leon the professional)

mia wallace

sally (nightmare before christmas)

corpse bride

sarah (labyrinth)

carrie white

Dorothy

strawberry shortcake

monster high character

sonny angel

rockstar

little bo peep

doll

tooth fairy

lana del rey

fiona apple (angel or knight costume)

jane margolis

fantastic mr fox

lydia deetz

patrick bateman

violet harmon

ghostface

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Actor Mark Harmon, retired NCIS agent Leon Carroll Jr. talk new book "Ghosts of Panama"

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Currently Reading - November 2024

Just Finished:

Everyone in My Family Has Killed Someone, by Benjamin Stevenson Everyone on this Train Is A Suspect, by Benjamin Stevenson

The Ministry of Time, by Kaliane Bradley The Burning of the World: The Great Chicago Fire and the War for a City's Soul, by Scott Berg - Book Club book for October. This was a fascinating look at the Chicago Fire. Ghosts of Honolulu: A Japanese Spy, A Japanese American Spy Hunter, and the Untold Story of Pearl Harbor, by Mark Harmon and Leon Carroll. Book Club book for November. I was a little skeptical of a book written by Mark Harmon, but I thought they did a nice job of opening up a super interesting chapter, and overlooked person, in the broader story of World War Two. Shrines of Gaiety, Kate Atkinson. The title spoke to me. It's 1920s London, and Atkinson does a really really cool job here of keeping multiple characters in multiple storylines all tied together and yet somehow experiencing the story in their own time, if that makes sense. Really enjoyed this one.

The Pursuit of Love (BBC, 2021) Been on my list for ages. Now I feel like I should read the book.

Currently Watching: Covert Affairs (2010-2014, watching on Peacock) Van Der Valk (2020-2024, watching on PBS Passport)

On My TBR: The Language of Trees: A Rewilding of Literature and Landscape, by Katie Holten (Our CEO raffled off this book at one of our staff meetings. She really enjoyed it.)

Debs at War: 1939-1945, by Anne de Courcy

The Will of the Many, by James Islington (A friend of mine from book club recommended this.)

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CHICAGO HOPE (1994)

Agent Gibbs and Director Vance go way back 😉

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Sierra Leone Acts to Ban Child Marriage

Last week, Sierra Leone’s parliament enacted landmark legislation to ban child marriage. The Prohibition of Child Marriage Bill 2024, which makes marriage for anyone under 18 a criminal offense, seeks to protect girls from a harmful practice that has long violated their rights and hindered their development.

Child marriage is a serious problem in Sierra Leone, where 30 percent of girls and 4 percent of boys are married before age 18, with even higher rates in rural areas. Around 800,000 girls are currently married in Sierra Leone, half before turning 15.

Child marriages fuel the high adolescent pregnancy rate in Sierra Leone where, tragically, pregnancy complications are the leading cause of death for girls aged 15-19.

The new law prohibits all forms of child marriage and cohabitation with a child, including aiding and abetting, protects the best interests of children, and ensures affected girls have access to counseling and safeguarding. The law amends existing legislation, including the Child Rights and Registration of Customary Marriage Acts, to harmonize the legal framework on marriage and break the cycle of early marriage and its devastating consequences.

The law also builds on Sierra Leone’s efforts to protect young girls from marriage and tackle barriers to girls’ education. A new education law, adopted in 2023, guarantees children 13 years of free education, including one year of preprimary education as well as secondary education. 

The First Lady’s “Hands Off Our Girls” campaign has been instrumental in advocating against child marriage.