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[twistedbloodstain]

vincent de gramont x historian!reader: spring breaks loose, but so does fear | sweetness and bitterness within

plot: the one where the both of you are within your walls.

warnings: marquis is different here to canon, expect oc behavior but like all fics he’s gonna be cruel museum worker! reader, entitled af french boi, unreliable sibling relationships/dynamics

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the rain pattered against the glass windows, ringing through the empty halls of the museum. you sat there deep in thought in front of your desk while the storm raged outside. the moon that had look delicately beautiful earlier had disappeared when flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder replaced the serene scenery, you don’t know how long you’ve been sitting here but surely it hasn’t been that long.

where was he? he should be here by now, you pondered.

a knock snaps you out of your thoughts.

“ma’am?” your assistant calls out as he peeks his head through the door.

you look back at him but your lips stay still, not making a word but silently urging him to continue with the rise of an eyebrow.

“he’s here again, requesting a private viewing,” he informs.

oh. you almost forgot about that.

the constant visitor of the museum for the past few weeks was none other than the eccentric and affluent, marquis de gramont. recently, he frequented the museum for a private viewing for some of the rarest and beautiful pieces of art in french history. not that you’re complaining since he paid good money for his private viewings but his persistent requests to have a historian around him, explaining what the intricate histories and symbols drawn beneath the surface were an inconvenience sometimes.

truthfully, there’s no bad conversation with him. you’re quite eager to answer any additional questions or arguments he imposes upon you but judging by the exhibition of his wealth and power, don’t they teach these things to nobility at a young age?

you pull your feet up and drag them towards the door, your assistant gives you a weary smile knowing how long your discussions with the marquis would usually go, for hours on end. 

the walk to the private room was filled with footsteps, your previous thoughts emerging once again. your brother.

 he was supposed to be here to join you for lunch but he hadn’t shown up. lunches shared with the both of you were also your bonding and catch up time but as of late he missed at least four lunches in six weeks. you could understand that maybe it was just his busy schedule but the fewer times you saw him, he seemed anxious and jumpy with sweat beading on his forehead. as if he was always in a hurry, you consistently persisted in the lunches in an effort to get him to open up his problems with you, after all what are siblings for?

you approach the door cautiously, taking a deep breath to polish your mind before stepping into the role of gracious historian, a person that’s ready to deal with the marquis.

entering the room with an eager smile on your face, you greet the marquis who was sitting on a plush white leather couch, donning another dark blue suit with a jacket and tie to finish the look. he doesn’t offer any greeting in reply and comments on your lateness right away.

“you took a while to get here, mademoiselle.” he mutters, checking his watch.

“i apologize for my tardiness sir, i had matters to attend to.” you force a smile. he stares at you carefully, an amused smirk tugs at the corner of his lips before waving it off.

“let’s get started then.”

the marquis is a difficult person to impress, especially in keeping him engaged in a conversation. more often than not you find yourself exerting a lot of information out of your brain just to keep up with him. you don’t know why you always push yourself to be somewhat superior to him in terms of knowledge but perhaps that’s just what his aura demands of you.

“and that is the final painting for your private viewing today, sir.” you recite familiar lines you’ve been saying for the past six weeks, “are there any questions you have in mind?”

he eyes the painting cryptically before glancing at you and shaking his head, looking somewhat satisfied with the answers you’ve given him. you smile at him once again before speaking.

“if you require any refreshments or desire to make an appointment in the future, enzo will take care of it. thank you for coming to the louvre, sir.” you bow your head before leaving, knowing that the marquis liked to be alone.

once you make it back to the office, you see your phone light up and vibrate. you immediately make a beeline for it and before the ringing ends, unfortunately the call ends before you could answer it but a wave of messages floods your inbox, all from your brother telling you he was at the entrance of the museum.

you hurriedly run out of your office straight to the entrance when you see a faint silhouette by the large doors. you call his name out and he turns to face you, a faint smile on his lips.

”where were you? i’ve been waiting for you the entire day, are you alright?” you immediately assume the worst and begin to fret over your dearest younger brother, gripping his shoulders and checking his face for any possible injuries.

your brother is a good person. you know that. you watched him grow, you watched him become the man he is now but still a small whisper remains in the back of your mind that you are losing him to something , and you can’t do anything to help it.

you can feel it. it  started with the distance and excuses, how every single word that leaves his mouth feels less and less genuine and more like a set of lies meant to calm you down. you want to help him but he won’t let you.

”i’m fine, i just got caught up at work.” he verbally reassures you but pulls away from your touch. you bite your tongue from asking more, afraid of scaring him away. a fight is not what you need right now.

”oh…um” you mumble, taking a small step away from him, feeling your insides crush to the lack of familial warmth from a brother. he stands there unfazed by your movements, the small smile gone in front of you. instead, an uneasiness replaces his eyes and stares at the ground, seemingly too busy to deal with your emotions right now.

“do you want to have dinner together? i know this nice sushi place downtown.” you eagerly offer, his mouth opens to reply but a brief hesitation takes place.

”i can’t.” he replies.

“why?” you ask, annoyance in your tone.

”work, as usual.” he states with a humorless chuckle, worry still present in his face, “i’m here for a favor.”

“what is it? did you get in trouble? you know you can tell me anything right?” you gasp.

“no! no! i just need to borrow some money for this month’s rent. my new job doesn’t pay until the end of the month, my landlord said i’m way overdue for the past three months and he’s gonna kick me out if i don’t pay within this week.”

a silence takes over the conversation as your process the information you are given right now. the excuse feels flimsy and careless.

money isn’t really an issue for you right now. you’re not insanely rich but you are financially stable, yet you feel uncertain about giving your brother money. your brother’s landlord, a strict but yet a sweet old man often texts you whether or not your brother has paid his rent in each month and so far you’ve received no messages from him lately. 

”oh..yeah sure. it’s no problem, i can send it to you later.” you smile for his comfort, making yourself feel approachable to your own blood.

monitoring your sibling’s rent status is definitely odd but with what you’re dealing with right now, to be completely honest you’re just making sure your brother’s alright, there’s nothing wrong with that.

”come on in, it’s raining outside.” you grab his arm and pull him in.

”no, seriously, it's alright. you might have some people inside-“

”it’s closing time, at least sit inside and wait for me, please?” you plead.

”okay, i’ll wait for you.” he smiles.

”good, because if i have to deal with another stubborn asshole under this roof, i’m going to lose my mind.” your brother chuckles and takes a seat by the door.

”dinner’s on me.” he adds, wiping the raindrops gathered on his forehead.

“on you? you can’t even pay your rent!” you jest.

”it was a one time thing!”

the amusement slowly dies down when you hear a large number of footsteps echoing through the halls, the door opens and it reveals the marquis. you immediately straighten up and face his direction, slipping in the professional manner that he is accustomed to.

”good evening, sir.” you greet.

the marquis doesn’t reply but instead whispers an instruction to his guards which they nod to and walk ahead of him. the marquis approaches you carefully, briefly eyeing you before glancing at the person behind you.

”it is quite late, don’t you think?” he starts.

”ah, yes it is. the night staff and i are closing the museum for the night, we were simply waiting for your departure. perhaps, you enjoyed your private viewings much longer than usual, sir.”

”you cannot fault me for that, miss. what hangs on the walls of this establishment is history, glory and beauty wrapped in one.”

”that we agree on.” you reply, “will you be here tomorrow? at the same time?” he looks at you again.

”for what reason are you asking?” he raises an eyebrow.

“so enzo and i can immediately arrange for your appointment and room, sir.” 

he pauses and a silence takes place, his eyes wander all over your face trying to see something through you. you keep your gaze on him, composed and calm. as it should be. you get a feeling he relishes on weakness especially people who have a lower pay grade than him or maybe that’s just how he is with everyone.

narcissism was a major takeaway you observed from the marquis the first time you met him, quite self-centered might you add and somewhat snobbish but then again his attention is not something to be exhilarated about.

”yes, miss. i will be here tomorrow.” a small smirk curves his lips.

”you are quite fond of the art around here.” you start.

”yes, what of it?”

”how come you never bought any of it? i’ve heard from a few auction houses that you have quite the art collection. i’m sure it is much more convenient for you, having the art within the comfort of your home.” you reason to him.

more reason to see him less in your life. you think.

“you are not wrong in that. it would be much more convenient.” he agrees.

so buy it then.

”if that’s the case, i must inform you that there are plans to auction that rembrandt you are so eagerly fond of, perhaps you might be interested in joining?”

”i will have to turn that down, miss. as much as i enjoy the comfort of my home, i appreciate the aura of the louvre, it brings a sense of fulfillment and eagerness to me. i would be a fool to rob myself of that. also, the people around here are not so bad.” his eyes rake over your frame carefully, you wonder if he’s looking at your brother. 

you look back and surprisingly no ones there. you shake it off when you hear a car engine nearby.

”oh, well it doesn’t hurt to try.” you begin to walk towards the door and he follows, outside his car sits with a bodyguard on standby waiting for him.

”i appreciate your service, miss. my private viewings have never been a dull moment during your enlightenments.” you lower you’re head slightly at him with a polite smile.

“i, as well must thank you for your service and approach. i tend to enjoy the art much more than when i am with myself.” the marquis remarks, extending his hand towards you.

”my pleasure, sir.” you respond as you shake his hand.

and it’s warm.

”will you be requiring a ride home? i am more than happy to offer it to you.” he offers when you pull your hand away from him.

”thank you for the offer sir but i will be here for later hours.” you retort.

“i do not mind staying here for a little longer.” he insists, you notice his line of sight eye your hand that shook his hand earlier. the cold rainy breeze must have taken control of the warmth of your palms and the marquis could have noticed the coldness of your hand. the marquis fidgets with his right hand as if it was itching to do something.

”it is not needed sir, i am more than capable of bringing myself home.” you state firmly.

”nonsense. i’ll send a car for you. it would be unfortunate if my favorite art historian was harmed in any possible way, how will i survive my viewings?” he urges with amusement in his tone but once again not wanting to back down.

”i would hate to waste your time and effort sir-“ you politely refuse again.

”it is late and unsafe for a woman of your caliber to be alone in the streets of the city. you will not have a choice in this, mademoiselle.” he states firmly this time as his voice hardens and makes it clear it’s not an offer.

it’s a command.

the marquis’ attention is not to be relished on. in this private viewings, the both of you have always maintained a polite and professional demeanor between client and host although there was some casual conversation here and there but you’ve never outright refused him, desiring to keep his temper from exploding and having his unpredictability in your space.

the marquis always gets his way. having private viewings at any time he desires with whatever piece of art he decides to have his eye on and more importantly taking up your time whenever he comes by at the louvre.

in the recent months you’ve spent with him, compliance is all he knows from you so it’s not unlikely that it’s easy for him to shut you down at the first hint of refusal. not to mention, he does not hesitate at confrontation. any small slight against him is somewhat remembered the next time you meet him.

complaints about making him wait slightly longer than usual for his viewings, comments about the apparently poor maintenance of the paintings  and your tardiness to attend to him are the most prominent experiences you remember from him.

the marquis feels entitled to everything within the walls of the louvre.

and that includes you.

another entitled rich snob that thinks he understands art more than you do is not a first time experience, but his insistence of having you brought home because of him somehow brings a chill to your spine.

entitled rich snobs can come to your work any time and however they like but the moment they try to step into your life, well it’s time to push them back. you have no interest in them unless it’s something to do with your job.

unfortunately, you don’t have the strength to do that right now.

“next time.” you think to yourself, “but never again.”

you back down and thank the marquis for this offer as his body guard opens the door to his vehicle, he flashes a small but pleased smile for your gratitude and bids you a safe trip home.

you return a smile at him and watch him leave until his car disappears from where you stand. exhaustion settles back into your nerves when you realized how late it is again.

oh and your brother.

christ. give me strength to deal with this tomorrow.

you sigh and walk back inside to close up.

later, when you get dropped off by the driver assigned to you, doubt starts to creep into your senses whether or not you told the driver where you live. after thanking him and shutting the door, you tilt your head idly at the car and think deep and hard.

”did you or did you not?” you ponder.

groaning heavily you shake it off as exhaustion for your lack of remembrance.

still weird though.

author’s note: kickstarting another series when i’m still not done with four reqs and one series…anyways enjoy and please feel free to like and reblog!

[blackbackedjackal]

You know I've been feeling a little anxious bc Captain's werewolf form and June's shadowy version of her werewolf form look a lot a like and I always hope no one accuses either of us of design theft like it happened to me with one of my old characters, though I made his werewolf form in like 2020. June is cool as hell (if not cooler) I wouldn't want someone to be a jerk about it. Maybe I should draw them together shaking hands as a preventive measure lol

Heya! I hope this is ok to post but please don't worry about it! June's design is based off of other (mostly animated) werewolf designs I liked, but was given meaning through her story and the reason as to /why/ her form looks a certain way.

It's not that she's just shadowy, it's an intentional visual representation of black trauma. There's are cultural and social stigmas of Black people being systematically denied access to mental health resources or being told that they're just "lazy" or "crazy" or "faking it". June's form is altered by her mental/emotional state, it's what she /believes/ she is due to her past trauma and her story is, in part, learning deal with her trauma in a healthy way.

June's form is also based on the lesser known theories that The Beast of Gévaudan (which June is related to via her lycan lineage) was either a product of mass hysteria from the high number of wolf attacks in the region or was potentially a serial killer. The way the beast is often described (black fur, red lips, white/yellowed eyes and teeth) is similar to racist depictions of Black people in the past. I used this as a basis for designing her form. It's the intention and her story that's important, followed by visuals that are found within the werewolf genre and outside of it.

I'm a little too tired to go more in-depth but I'll leave this quote from the Jim Crow museum:

The mission of the Jim Crow Museum is straightforward: use items of intolerance to teach tolerance. We examine the historical patterns of race relations and the origins and consequences of racist depictions. The aim is to engage visitors in open and honest dialogues about this country's racial history...The Jim Crow Museum is founded on the belief that open, honest, even painful discussions about race are necessary to avoid yesterday's mistakes.

June's story is about racism. It's about intolerance towards black queer folk. It's about how Black people (especially black women) have to suffer under a system that denies them mental health resources, resulting in many Black people turning to unhealthy coping mechanisms. Her design was me intentionally marrying old werewolf motifs with a different perspective on the werewolf genre (since even today is it still mostly a white space). There's a stark difference to me when someone comes up with a similar design independently vs when someone is actively lifting direct inspiration from my work and twisting the meaning in the process.

[visit-new-york]

Central Park is a famous and iconic urban park located in the heart of Manhattan, New York City. It is one of the most visited and well-known parks in the world, covering an area of approximately 843 acres (341 hectares). Central Park offers a wide range of recreational, cultural, and natural attractions for both residents and visitors to enjoy.

Here are some key features and aspects of Central Park:

History: Central Park was designed by landscape architects Frederick Law Olmsted and Calvert Vaux and was officially opened in 1858. It was created to provide a green oasis in the midst of the rapidly growing and industrializing city, serving as a place for relaxation, recreation, and cultural enrichment.

Landscape and Design: The park's design incorporates a diverse array of landscapes, including open meadows, woodlands, ponds, lakes, and formal gardens. It features winding pathways, picturesque bridges, and scenic vistas. The design was influenced by the "romantic" or naturalistic style, with the intention of creating a harmonious environment where visitors could escape the hustle and bustle of the city.

Attractions: Central Park boasts numerous attractions, including:

The Central Park Zoo: A small but popular zoo within the park.

The Central Park Conservatory Garden: A beautifully landscaped formal garden.

The Great Lawn: A vast open space often used for concerts and events.

The Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir: A scenic jogging and walking track around a large reservoir.

Bethesda Terrace and Fountain: An iconic gathering spot with stunning architectural features.

Strawberry Fields: A tribute to John Lennon, featuring the "Imagine" mosaic.

The Loeb Boathouse: Offering boat rentals and dining with a view of the Central Park Lake.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art: While not technically part of the park, it is located along its eastern edge, often referred to as the "Museum Mile."

Activities: Visitors can engage in a wide range of activities within Central Park, such as jogging, picnicking, biking, bird-watching, horseback riding, and ice skating in the winter. The park also hosts various events, including concerts, theater performances, and outdoor movies during the summer months.

Conservancy: The Central Park Conservancy is a private, nonprofit organization that plays a significant role in maintaining and preserving the park. It raises funds for park improvements, restoration projects, and ongoing maintenance efforts.

Filming Location: Central Park has been a popular location for movies and television shows over the years, making it instantly recognizable to audiences around the world.

Central Park's enduring popularity and iconic status make it a must-visit destination for anyone traveling to New York City. It provides a peaceful and natural escape in the midst of the urban jungle and serves as a testament to the value of green spaces in urban planning.

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Every Little Thing She Does is Magic, Chapter 6

Pairing: Platonic Steven Grant x Reader (for now)

Rating: T

Word count: ~1900

Story Summary: Steven meets a beautiful woman in the Egyptian exhibit at the British Museum...

...Too bad she's his new boss.

Tags/Warnings: Canon Divergent since Steven still works for the British Museum post-canon, No Jake Lockley, developing friendship, Steven has it BAD for Reader

A/N: And we're back! In case you missed it, there's now a companion fic to this from Reader's perspective called Every Little Thing *He* Does is Magic and I'd appreciate everyone checking it out!

As always, if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this or any of my fics (or even just want to chat) give me a shout!

Taglist: @runny-mascara

“You! You just couldn't keep your nose out of my department, could you?”

Steven’s brow furrowed in confusion as he looked up from the book he was reading at an angry Donna. So much for enjoying a peaceful lunch in an empty break room , he thought. “What? What are you on about?”

“I’m talking about the toys and knick-knacks and plushies we're adding to the gift shop,” Donna sneered. “As if I didn't have enough rubbish to keep up with and sell already with how busy it's been lately.”

Realization dawned on Steven. It had been over a month since Dr. Y/L/N had asked him about his ideas for changes to the gift shop offerings and quite frankly, he had forgotten all about it. “Oh, the new items came in?”

“‘Oh, the new items came in? ’” Donna repeated mockingly. “I knew it was all your doing! Wasn't enough to weasel your way into a higher position than me, so now you're trying to take over my job too!”

Steven shook his head. “Dr. Y/L/N mentioned that some of the items in the gift shop weren't selling and asked me for ideas for replacements since I used to work in that department, I didn't just --”

Donna scoffed. “Oh, come off it. You might've fooled her into thinking you're somebody special and into giving you a big fancy promotion, but I know better. You're still just a loser nobody who --”

Suddenly there was a loud clearing of a throat.

Steven looked over towards the doorway. Oh, bollocks.

Dr. Y/L/N stood with her arms crossed and an angry look on her face. She pointed at them, then pointed down the hall. “Both of you, my office. Now.”

Steven winced. Spending the remainder of his lunch hour getting reprimanded by Dr. Y/L/N was the last thing he needed right before a scheduled tour with a school group.

He quickly cleaned up and followed her to the elevator for the most awkward elevator ride to her office ever, Donna glaring daggers at him the entire way there.

Dr. Y/L/N walked over to her office, stopping next to her doorway. “Steven, you wait out here. Donna, with me.”

Steven stepped aside as Donna flounced past him, Dr. Y/L/N following her with a sigh before closing her office door.

“What's going on?” Helen asked Steven in a whisper. “I don't think I've ever seen Dr. Y/L/N look so cross.”

Steven grimaced. “She overheard Donna and I having a… er… discussion regarding the gift shop revamp -- specifically, about the fact that Donna wasn't too pleased with me having any involvement in it.”

Helen tsked. “Ah. Might as well have a seat, then. This might take a while.”

Steven sat on the sofa right outside of Dr. Y/L/N’s office, muffled voices occasionally filtering from within.

Suddenly, the door opened and Donna marched out.

“Hope you're happy,” she hissed as she stormed past Steven.

“You can come in now, Steven,” Dr. Y/L/N said. “And shut the door, please.”

Steven stood and entered her office, shutting the door behind him.

Dr. Y/L/N was leaning against her desk, a now weary look on her face to go with her crossed arms.

Finally, she sighed. “I’m sure you’re familiar with the museum's policy on bullying and harassment, correct?”

Steven nodded, his heart sinking. As part of his training for his Visitor Engagement Specialist position, he’d had to sign a supervisory form acknowledging that he'd read and understood the policy, which stated that any form of harassment or bullying of another employee or museum guest was subject to discipline up to and including dismissal at the discretion of the museum director. “Yes, ma'am, I am. I want to apologize, I--”

Dr. Y/L/N’s eyebrows raised. “Apologize? What for? You didn't do anything wrong.”

Steven’s head tilted in confusion. “You're not angry with me?”

“Angry ?” Dr. Y/L/N shook her head. “Heavens, no -- I heard more than enough of that conversation to know that Donna was the only one exhibiting any sort of abusive behavior.”

She softened. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Steven nodded, relaxing now that he knew that he wasn't in any sort of trouble. “Yes ma'am, I'm alright.”

“Okay, good.” Dr. Y/L/N uncrossed her arms. “I want to assure you that conduct of the sort that Donna just exhibited will not be tolerated as long as I'm director of this museum. You won't have to worry about her disrespecting you or anyone else here ever again.”

Steven’s eyebrows raised in shock as he understood the meaning behind her words. “You mean she's been sacked ?”

Dr. Y/L/N pursed her lips briefly before answering. “Actually, she quit of her own volition -- although I did give her a choice between the two, of which she wisely chose the option that didn't involve her being escorted out by security.” 

She sighed again. “If anything, I should be apologizing to you for not terminating Donna's employment after the first incident. What even started all of that, anyway? I was heading to the staff kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee when I overheard her being absolutely vile towards you.”

Steven shook his head. “No apology necessary, ma'am. She apparently wasn't very pleased that you had asked me for input on the new gift shop offerings and accused me of butting in on her department.” 

He shrugged. “I really don't know what exactly I ever did to offend her, but she's always seemed to have it out for me.”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded. “I knew a few people like her in college -- always having to tear everyone else around them down in order to make themselves feel more powerful.” 

She paused. “You are intelligent, and insightful, and illuminating, Steven, and probably a whole lot of other words that start with ‘i’ that I can't even think of right now.”

Steven couldn't help but grin. “‘Inconsequential’? ‘Irritating’? ‘Insufferable’?”

Dr. Y/L/N huffed out a light laugh. “No, definitely none of those. Important, though, yes.”

She reached out and placed a gentle hand on Steven's arm. “You are a very special person and an integral part of this staff, so don't ever let anyone tell you that you didn't earn your position, because I promise you, you absolutely did and have more than proven that fact.”

Steven’s chest tightened at Dr. Y/L/N’s compliment. “Thank you, ma'am. That means a lot, especially coming from you.” 

Dr. Y/L/N let go of Steven’s arm and cleared her throat. “Alright, now if you'll please excuse me, I have an incident report to fill out, a gift shop schedule to rearrange, and an email to send to the entire staff on the proper way to air grievances on top of my already busy afternoon.”

Steven nodded. “If you need someone to help out in the gift shop until you get the schedule sorted, so I'd be happy to fill in on the register in between tours and assist with sorting the new inventory.”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded. “That would be a huge help and is much appreciated. Could you email me your availability for the rest of the week when you get a chance?”

“Yes, ma'am, of course.”

“Great, thank you.” Dr. Y/L/N straightened. “Let me know if you need anything, okay? Even if it's just to talk.”

Steven nodded as he followed her to the door. “I will. Thank you again, ma'am.”

“Of course.” Dr. Y/L/N looked over at Helen as she and Steven walked out together. “Helen, Donna has tendered her resignation effective immediately, so would you please get her file and begin documentation for separation of employment?”

Helen's eyebrows raised slightly. “Yes, ma'am. Straight away.”

Steven checked his watch as Dr. Y/L/N turned and headed back into her office. He still had 15 minutes left of his lunch break, so he walked back downstairs to the staff kitchen to make himself a cup of tea before his final tour group of the day.

He filled the electric kettle and plugged it in, then turned it on before getting a fresh tea bag and setting it into his cup. 

He still couldn't believe that Donna had gotten fired -- or technically quit -- and had to admit to himself that while there was no universe in which he'd actually miss her presence around the museum, the circumstances under which she had left had been rather unfortunate. 

Why are you feeling sorry for her? Marc said in his head. She treated you like shit and should've been fired years ago.

Steven shook his head. It's less that I feel bad for Donna and more that I feel bad for Dr. Y/L/N, especially since she was already so busy today. She probably won't even get a break now.

Then you know what you should do, right?

Steven smiled to himself. Yeah. Yeah, I do.

He grabbed the coffee mug Dr. Y/L/N kept in the kitchen along with one of her coffee pods, then brewed a cup of coffee before preparing it the way he knew Dr. Y/L/N liked it.

He finished also preparing his tea then grabbed both cups and headed back to Dr. Y/L/N’s office, pausing just outside the open doorway and frowning when he noticed her sitting at her desk with her head in her hands. “Dr. Y/L/N?”

Dr. Y/L/N looked up and gave Steven a tight smile. “Yes, did you need something?”

Steven walked in and set Dr. Y/L/N’s coffee on her desk. “Sorry to disturb you again but I still had some time left on my lunch break, so I made you a cup of coffee. You said you were on your way to make some when you overheard me and Donna and I wasn't sure if you'd have a chance to get away from your desk again this afternoon, so…” He trailed off.

A more genuine smile graced Dr. Y/L/N’s features. “That was incredibly thoughtful of you, Steven, thank you.”

Steven shrugged. “It was the least I could do. I hope you like it.”

Dr. Y/L/N picked up the mug and took a sip, briefly closing her eyes in bliss as she nodded. “Mmm. Mmhmm, it's perfect.”

Steven smiled. “I’m glad I got it right.”

He paused and bit his lip. “Also… Just, er, uh… That thing you said, about how if I ever need anything, even if it's just to talk? I'd like to offer the same to you.”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded, another genuine smile forming on her face. “I appreciate that.”

Steven pointed towards the door. “My break is almost up and I don't want to keep delaying you from your tasks, so I better get going.”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded again. “Thank you again for the coffee.”

Steven shook his head. “It's not a problem, ma'am. And I'll email you my availability for the gift shop as soon as I get back downstairs.”

“Great. Thanks.”

Steven headed out of Dr. Y/L/N’s office and towards the elevator.

He smiled to himself as he waited for it to arrive. While he knew that bringing Dr. Y/N some coffee didn't magically make her day any less busy, he hoped that he had at least been able to make it a little easier.

[coochiequeens]

Men can't let women have anything for ourselves

An Australian museum has been ordered to allow men into a women's-only exhibit, following a high-stakes court case over the matter.

The Ladies Lounge at Tasmania's Museum of Old and New Art (Mona) sought to highlight historic misogyny by banning male visitors.

After being denied entry, one filed a gender discrimination lawsuit, which he won on Tuesday.

"We are deeply disappointed by this decision," a Mona representative said.

The velvet-clad lounge - which contains some of the museum's most-acclaimed works, from Picasso to Sidney Nolan - has been open since 2020.

It was designed to take the concept of an old Australian pub - a space which largely excluded women until 1965 - and turn it on its head, offering champagne and five-star service to female attendees, while refusing men at the door.

Jason Lau, a New South Wales resident who visited Mona in April of last year, was one such male.

Representing himself throughout the case, he argued that the museum had violated the state's anti-discrimination act by failing to provide "a fair provision of goods and services in line with the law" to him and other ticket holders who didn't identify as female.

The museum had responded by claiming the rejection Mr Lau had felt was part of the artwork, and that the law in Tasmania allowed for discrimination if it was "designed to promote equal opportunity" for a group of people who had been historically disadvantaged.

In his ruling, Richard Grueber dismissed the argument - finding that it was "not apparent" how preventing men from experiencing the famous artworks held within the Ladies Lounge achieved that goal.

Throughout the case, the museum's supporters, including artist Kirsha Kaechele - who created the work - had used the courtroom as a space for performance art, wearing matching navy suits and engaging in synchronised movements.

Mr Grueber said that while the behaviour of the women hadn't disrupted the hearing, it was "inappropriate, discourteous and disrespectful, and at worst contumelious and contemptuous".

His decision to allow "persons who do not identify as ladies" to access the exhibit will come into effect in 28 days.

Ms Kaechele previously told the BBC the case had felt like her artwork was coming to life and signalled she would fight it all the way to the Supreme Court if necessary.

But she also noted that having the Ladies Lounge shut down could help drive home its intended message.

"If you were just looking at it from an aesthetic standpoint, being forced to close would be pretty powerful."

A spokesperson for Mona said the museum would "take some time to absorb the result" and consider its options.

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How did Pioneer and U-505 start talking? What made U-505 allow himself that friendship?

It's important to understand that U-505's not denying himself friendship in being stand-offish. And this is also not related to the rules he has to observe as a war machine because Pioneer is a civilian engine.

U-505 allowed Pioneer to start teaching him English within a month or two of his arrival in May in 1960. Up until then, U-505 had gleaned a few words on his own, but he'd been set up outside by himself since 1954 and the museum would have someone who could speak German talk to him if needed. He didn't need to speak to the visitors really so it just wasn't something he'd ever sought to learn.

But having Pioneer installed next to him... trains are social machines. They work closely with one another and they talk. And Pioneer was built to be especially talkative as Burlington's flagship engine.

But moreover, the reason U-505 made the effort is because he admired the way Pioneer took to preservation.

It was obviously a much different scenario for U-505, since his preservation is not one celebrating his existence and it also involved the loss of his sea-worthiness. In that regard, Pioneer was in a much better position. Still, he struggled, as most engines do, with the change in duties. It's why early on in his letters to Pilot, before he realizes he's been rescued from scrap and is grateful to be at the IRM, that Pioneer says that preservation can feel like a demotion. It's hard for an engine to have to come to terms with the end of his service life.

The way Pioneer responded to this, though, was to set those feelings aside and put his best effort into being a good and engaging exhibit. As we've said, he's already got a lot of transferable skills to do this, but U-505 had never seen a machine like this. He didn't know much English, but he could still tell that Pioneer was trying very hard to adapt and not to complain or be ungrateful.

Pioneer would sometimes talk at U-505 just to entertain himself or to make a gesture at including him in conversation with his cars, but U-505 made the first actual attempt at talking. He asked Pioneer, in very broken English, how fast he went. And Pioneer told him; 112 miles per hour. Then Pioneer asked U-505 how fast he went. Which U-505 could not tell him because his speed is measured in knots. They got their guides to help the next day.

Things would have been quite friendly in the yard by now if it weren't for 2903.

See, the problem is, 2903 is wartime build. Because light metals were needed to build airplanes, all that railroad works could get was heavy metal. Too heavy for diesel motors to carry. So they made the 2900 class fuck-off big steam engines instead. Unfortunately, because steam is very costly to run and maintain, this meant that 2903's service life was incredibly short compared to most engines, only 11 years. He is resentful of the effect the war had on his service life and U-505 is a very broad target for those feelings.

He also did not take to preservation as well as Pioneer did, being that he is literally Just Some Guy and had no expectation of ever being put in this position. Having watched Pioneer's transition to preservation work comparatively, 2903's refusal or inability to meet the job left U-505 with a poor impression of him. What little English U-505 had at his disposal could be used to toss a glib barb or two 2903's way.

2903 (and 999 when she joins the yard the next year) hassled Pioneer a lot for fraternizing with an enemy unit. It doesn't bother Pioneer because it's not that serious in the grand scheme of things. U-505 does not like being a source of trouble for him though and regrets that Pioneer got put in the yard with him first.

This is the reason why he's reluctant to entertain 727. It's not that he doesn't like her or isn't flattered (if bewildered) by her attentions. It's that he thinks she's better off not getting herself involved with him. It hasn't done Pioneer any favors.

But by the time 727 arrives at the museum, 2903 has been moved to the IRM, 999 has been away for a couple years for refurbishment, and the social dynamic in the museum has changed for it.

It's actually 999 that convinces him to give in. Asks if there isn't something in his prize rules about having to accept when an American wants a smelly old boat for reasons she couldn't possibly fathom. There's not - 727 isn't a war machine - but it says something that 999 is trying to find a justification for the idea.

[rabbitcruiser]

Tennessee was admitted as the 16th state of the United States on June 1, 1796.    

Statehood Day in Tennessee

Statehood Day in Tennessee bursts with excitement each June 1st, marking the day Tennessee joined the Union in 1796 as the 16th state.

This special day is not just a local celebration but a vibrant reminder of Tennessee’s unique contributions to the nation’s history.

It’s a day filled with pride for Tennesseans, who celebrate not only their past achievements but also the dynamic culture that continues to evolve within their state.

The importance of Statehood Day stretches beyond mere commemoration. It embodies the spirit of unity and civic pride. Tennesseans and visitors alike engage in activities that highlight the state’s rich history and cultural significance.

From visiting historical sites to participating in community events, the day offers a multitude of ways to connect with Tennessee’s heritage.

Museums, like the Tennessee State Museum, often host special events that provide insights into the state’s journey to statehood and its development over the centuries.

Ultimately, Statehood Day fosters a sense of community and historical awareness. It’s a time to reflect on the state’s journey and celebrate its ongoing story.

Whether it’s through exploring museums, enjoying local music, or learning about Tennessee’s pivotal moments, the day offers something for everyone to appreciate and enjoy, strengthening the bond among its people and visitors.​

History of Statehood Day in Tennessee

Statehood Day in Tennessee marks the state’s entry into the Union in 1796 as the 16th state. Its journey to statehood began earlier, in 1790, when Tennessee became the Southwest Territory.

Under Governor William Blount, the territory aimed to meet the population requirement of 60,000 free male residents to gain statehood.

By 1795, a census revealed that the Southwest Territory had met this requirement. Tennessee then petitioned Congress for statehood, a bold move inspired by its people’s resilience and desire for representation.

On June 1, 1796, Congress approved Tennessee’s petition, marking a significant milestone in the state’s history.

Statehood Day celebrates Tennessee’s rich history and the bold vision of its founders. Today, it reminds people of Tennessee’s contributions to American culture and politics, showcasing its vibrant heritage.

The day brings together Tennesseans to celebrate their shared history and future​.

How to Celebrate Statehood Day in Tennessee

Get Historical at Museums

Celebrate Statehood Day by exploring Tennessee’s past in museums. Dive into captivating exhibits showcasing artifacts and documents that reveal how this state came to be.

Feel the history come alive while learning about the journey from territory to statehood​​.

Parade with Pride

Join a local parade to show your love for Tennessee’s statehood. March down the streets waving flags and shouting for joy. Get dressed in red, white, and blue, and join your neighbors in celebrating the state’s legacy​.

Reenactment Revelry

Step back in time with reenactments of Tennessee’s early days. Watch history buffs portray early settlers, soldiers, and politicians who helped shape Tennessee’s identity.

Marvel at their attention to detail while they bring the olden days to life.

Crafting Celebrations

Get creative with Statehood Day crafts. Make art that celebrates Tennessee’s symbols, from the mockingbird to the iris. Share your masterpieces with friends and spread the statehood joy all around​​.

Musical Melodies

Embrace Tennessee’s rich musical heritage. Attend local concerts or jam out to your favorite Tennessee-born artists at home. Let the tunes bring rhythm to your celebrations.​

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* ◟ : 〔 DEVON AOKI , CIS WOMAN + SHE / HER 〕 AZUSA FUJIWARA , some say you’re a THIRTY SEVEN YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both HEADSTRONG and IMPULSIVE, one can’t help but think of MIZU SUITE by AMIE DOHERTY when you walk by. are you still a CAPO, FREELANCE MERMAID for THE DEAD HAND, SELF-EMPLOYED, even with your reputation as THE BLACK PEARL? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and LUMINESCENT PEARLS AND SHELLS INLAID WITHIN THE HILT OF KATANAS, BARE FEET DANCING UPON SHATTERED GLASS AS THEY WOULD UPON AN OCEAN FLOOR, RUEFULLY STARING INTO THE HORIZON AND DENYING YOUR OWN HOMESICKNESS, although we can’t help but think of MIZU ( BLUE EYE SAMURAI ) + OYUKI ( LADY SNOWBLOOD ) + YOR FORGER ( SPY X FAMILY ) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

Name: Azusa Fujiwara Age: 37 Pronouns: She/Her Orientation: Bisexual Affiliation, Role: The Dead Hands, Capo Occupation: Previously, an ama, a pearl diver--she will always consider herself as such; currently a freelance mermaid Notable Attributes: Cutting, thrilling dark eyes, hair the color and luminescence of undyed silk trailing down to her waist, unrivaled agility, a siren's grace in and out of water but a sailor's mouth, literally deranged logic Tropes: Silk Hiding Steel, Disproportionate Retribution, Lady of War, Didn't Think This Through, Insane Troll Logic, Lightning Bruiser

tw: murder

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Their lineage trace its origins to ama during the Heian period—Japanese divers plunging into the depths for pearls and abalone, offerings destined for shrines or emperors. The women of the family mastering the art of reading tides and waves, rendering their descent into the abyss more fruitful. They wear white in their dives to symbolize purity and to ward away sharks. Sometimes they wear nothing at all. Their pearls delicately grace the bosoms of consorts, and their abalones, plump and fat, bedeck the altar. Among ama, they are revered.

Nearly two thousand years later, the demands in their craft and the bounty of their catches dwindle. While the pearl cultivation technique has since developed, and ama divers are no longer required, its success wouldn’t have been possible without their contribution. Her lineage, in particular, has transformed into a tourist attraction at Mikimoto Pearl Island, captivating visitors with their daily diving demonstrations at the museum. It is a humiliation, her mother bemoans, a far cry from their days of lining crowns and shrines with pearls, but she is in the minority. The rest of their kin, and the other ama, are grateful there is still a place for them at all to share their art. Azusa thinks the act of serving has simply shifted. From shrines and emperors to tourists and gift shops.

In spite of this, they find she is a marvel underwater, carving through currents and waves like a knife, emerging from the depths with oysters cradling the largest, roundest pearls. She remains silent as they are transported to the museum shop, celebrated as treasures hand-captured by one of Japan's oldest pearl-diving lineages. Her demonstrations at the museum become among the most beloved, thanks in part to her showmanship—how she entertains the crowds with graceful acrobatics during her dives, earning her the moniker 'The Mermaid of Mikimoto' for her swift maneuvers beneath the cresting waves and her enigmatic smile as she unveils the bounty concealed within an oyster.

It is during one of her demonstrations that she notices a group of foreigners engaged in boisterous conversation, their laughter permeating the air, accompanied by remarks about her speaking. Annoying and somewhat distracting, she dismisses it from her mind. Only when she splits open an oyster does she cast a glance their way once more. A man makes a crude gesture towards her, signaling to his companions in an unmistakable manner. Fury pulses through her veins, though her countenance betrays nothing.

Chaos ensues only in the night, when the museum and the island shuts down for the evening, and onto the next day. The foreigner, the very same who had made the crude gesture, is found washed up on the island's shores. Her kin know there is only one to blame. To save her from punishment, they send her off to America, to New York, to live with her father, far from all she's ever known.

Her father, as it turns out, presides over another enduring lineage in the city—matchmakers. Having garnered the favor of the city's oldest families, ethical or not, his lineage boasts a storied history of uniting esteemed families. It is not a vocation that suits her, they quickly find out, but it is through a misfire that she becomes entwined with another - The Dead Hands.

Her acrobatics, athleticism, and penchant for violence lend themselves well to the organization, and cloaked in the whispers of iridescent silk, her presence is a dance of shifting hues, a reflection of the depths she once navigated as a pearl diver and the new depths she cuts through now. Her weapons, adorned with luminescent pearls, tell tales of her past. Each blade is a crafted tribute to the ocean's treasures, now wielded with the deftness of a capo. Her steps leaves no ripples, just as a drowning leaves nothing in its wake.

SUMMARY: Rooted in the ancient tradition of ama during the Heian period, Azusa's lineage, a revered group of Japanese divers, once plunged into the depths to retrieve pearls and abalone for offerings to shrines and emperors. Over the centuries, their craft transformed into a tourist attraction at Mikimoto Pearl Island, with Azusa herself captivating audiences with her breathtaking underwater prowess, earning her the title 'The Mermaid of Mikimoto.' However, a disturbing encounter with disrespectful foreigners during a demonstration leads to a tragic turn of events. To avoid punishment for the death of one of the offenders, Azusa is sent to live with her father in America, only to discover his involvement in a prestigious lineage of matchmakers. Unsuited for such endeavors, Azusa's trajectory takes a darker turn when her skills attract the attention of The Dead Hands, an organization that sees her acrobatics, athleticism, and penchant for violence as valuable assets. Cloaked in iridescent silk and wielding weapons adorned with luminescent pearls, Azusa's journey weaves together the depths of her past as a pearl diver with the newfound shadows she navigates in her capo role.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

an expansion of how she became involved in the dead hands - perhaps she set up an ill-fated match with one of its members? perhaps she became involved in an ill-fated match??

her daytime occupation is a freelance mermaid, which, to her is a humiliating perversion of the art she had practiced. hire her for your pool parties or adult soirees!

more of her past matchmaking misfires coming back to bite her in the ass lol and no, she can't issue refunds

a handler tbh, she is a menace

[pattypatootie]

The Missing Puzzle Piece

In a hidden place where the sky meets its people, an enchanting journey awaits. Veiled by the clouds that conceal the treasures of Sagada lying within, an extraordinary expedition is guaranteed. Nestled in the heart of Sagada are its people, who show warmth and care for their visitors. Truly, it completes and makes the experience worth it.

Sagada boasts a lot of offerings. Ranging from its lush mountains to its welcoming locals who create a homely atmosphere. This tranquil destination provides a haven for those seeking solace and peace, offering an indescribable yet deeply satisfying experience to individuals yearning to escape the chaos of the world. Embarking on your first journey can be a blend of emotions, with a mix of nervousness and excitement. Nevertheless, the crucial step in overcoming these feelings is to wholeheartedly relish every moment of your travel. Sagada stands out as a dependable destination in this regard, providing a never-ending series of surprises that will enable you to thoroughly enjoy your visit. For a first-time traveler, it's essential to focus on the positive aspects and allow your experiences to naturally become a part of your journey. In doing so, you can engage in sightseeing, immersing yourself in the wondrous landscapes of the area, all while savoring their specially brewed Sagada coffee. This not only enables you to admire the surroundings but also provides an opportunity to taste one of their locally crafted products with pride. Once you are ready to step up your game, consider engaging in hiking in the abundant mountains of Sagada. You'll find yourself speechless upon reaching the summit, as you will be greeted by a breathtaking and spectacular view. Furthermore, it's equally important to not only admire the natural beauty of the destination but also immerse yourself in its rich culture and history. A visit to the Ganduyan Museum is recommended, as it houses the diverse history of Sagada. This experience will provide valuable insights into the place and its people, fostering a deeper appreciation for the destination.

All these elements contribute to making your journey exceptionally thrilling, yet Sagada continues to unveil even more offerings to enhance your experience. Undoubtedly, there is a fulfilling sense in traveling and discovering a purpose in the right place. It feels like finding that missing puzzle piece that completes the picture.

Type of article: Destination pieces

Target audience: First-time travelers

Topic: Reasons to dive in and travel the wonders of Sagada

#travelwritingandphotography

[pinkboxess]

⭐️I want you to do a little directors cut so bad but I don’t have the time right now to pull out a specific scene from one of your fics so you chose!!⭐️

Okay, after thinking, I'm going to talk about sunflowers, again. I'll add a cut since this will get long. Also this is like....heavy and sad, so sorry about that.

This is one of my fics where I actually put more artistic thought into it. I wrote the fic after I visited a Monet exhibit in February. It made me think about Ted's visit to the Van Gogh museum in season 3, and the connections between him and Van Gogh (sunflowers, suicide), and thus the fic was born.

I'll give some more behind-the-scenes details about some of the sections

“Do you have any guns, knives, or other weapons on your person?” the employee asks. “No siree bob,” replies Ted. “Only guns in the room are these bad boys.” He flexes his arm comically, causing Rebecca to choke on a smothered laugh and elbow him in the ribs.

When I visited the Monet exhibit there was a security agent who asked us about weapons. I just imagined how Ted might respond to the same thing when he's feeling anxious and rambly

In the next room, the museum has placed Cafe Terrace at Night and Wheatfield with Crows adjacent to each other. They have similar colours: bright mustard yellow, a deep, powerful blue. Whenever Rebecca looks at art, she imagines herself inside of it. What might it be like to order dinner at that cafe? Or to chase the crows away from the wheat?

This is often how I engage with art. I imagine myself inhabiting it. I am really interested in historical clothing (and furniture and items generally, to a lesser degree) and I love to go to museums just to look at items and imagine who wore them, used them, and inhabited them. Imagined what it would be like to be the person who wore that dress. Place myself within their perspective by gazing at something that once was part of their life.

“He did it cause he didn’t think he was a good dad. Didn’t think he mattered.” “Oh, love,” Rebecca soothes. “But look at this guy. He thought the same thing, but here we are, all these years later lookin’ at his art.”

This section is heavily inspired by the Van Gogh episode of Doctor Who. I'm not really a Doctor Who fan, but a friend of mine made me go watch a clip of that episode specifically, and it has violently imprinted itself into my mind.

In the episode, Vincent time travels with the Doctor to a museum displaying his work. The Doctor is doing it to convince Vincent that he is famous in the future and people love his work. He's hesitant to believe it because in his own lifetime he wasn't valued as an artist.

Then the curator of the museum says to a visitor that Van Gogh is possibly the greatest artist who ever lived, and Vincent hears him, and he gets it.

It is just so striking to me to imagine an experience like that. It's something that never could really happen, because it's sci-fi, but it's incredible to think about. What if you could know how people think about you decades or centuries in the future? After you're gone? What if you could see your legacy before it's even happened, and see that you even have a legacy at all?

We don't know anything about Ted's dad really, but I suppose in my imagination I think he's the type of person who would be changed by the experience of watching Ted go to therapy and process his trauma. If he thought he was someone who didn't matter in life, he might be surprised to see how Ted engages with his memory after his death. Ted's statement of "I still need my dad" is my attempt at something would impact Ted's father in a way that mirrors Van Gogh's reaction to the words of the curator. And I think Ted might think, in his own mind, that by healing himself, he is also kind of healing what happened with his dad, in some way.

Even later, a few weeks after their museum trip, Rebecca comes home to find a print of Vase with Fifteen Sunflowers hung up in the kitchen. She doesn’t ask him about it. She doesn’t need to: she sees his quiet smile as he looks at it while he cooks for her. 

This ending is a manifestation of that feeling for Ted. He's not avoiding Van Gogh-- in fact he's actively bringing it into the house-- because he thinks of it as part of the healing process.

[urbanghoststories]

The Witch of Kinver Edge

The next few blogs will tell the tale of the Staffordshire Witches - This one is all about The Witch of Kinver Edge.

Nestled within the picturesque landscapes of Staffordshire, England, lies a captivating legend that has enchanted generations and stirred the imagination of locals and visitors alike. The tale of the Witch of Kinver Edge weaves a tapestry of mystery, magic, and the ethereal beauty of the natural world. Let’s delve into the heart of this captivating legend, exploring the folklore, history, and cultural significance of the enigmatic figure known as the Witch of Kinver Edge.

High atop Kinver Edge, a sandstone ridge that overlooks the charming village of Kinver, lived a woman shrouded in mystery and cloaked in legend. Known as the Witch of Kinver Edge, she was believed to possess supernatural powers that bridged the gap between the mortal and the mystical. A figure of wisdom and intrigue, the witch was said to have dwelled in a cave or secluded dwelling, engaging with the secrets of nature and the mysteries of the human heart.

She was often depicted as an old and wise figure, attuned to the rhythms of the natural world. Her magical abilities were said to extend to healing, as villagers sought her out to cure ailments and foretell the future. Her connection with the land and its creatures painted her as a guardian of the earth, a potent blend of ancient pagan practices and local Christian traditions.

Within the embrace of her enigmatic aura, the witch commanded both reverence and fear. The villagers' belief in her abilities spoke volumes about the intricate dance between humanity and the unknown. Her cave on Kinver Edge was rumoured to be a portal to a realm beyond, where ancient spirits whispered their secrets and the boundary between reality and the mystical blurred.

The legend of the Witch of Kinver Edge is not just a story; it's an integral part of the local cultural fabric. It resonates with the echoes of a time when folklore and oral traditions were woven into the daily lives of villagers. The witch's legacy reminds us of the importance of embracing the mystical and acknowledging our connection to the natural world.

Though time marches on, her spirit endures. Her legend continues to capture the hearts of those who visit Kinver Edge, drawn by its natural beauty and the lingering whispers of the past. Local historical societies, museums, and community organisations honour the witch's memory, celebrating the heritage she embodies and the tales she left behind.

Margaret of the Fox Earth: Margaret of the Fox Earth, or Meg O’ Fox Holes, was a real person who is reputed to have lived a solitary existence in the cave dwellings of Kinver Edge on the border between Worcestershire and Staffordshire during the 17th Century. Whilst others lived there in community, Margaret’s cave, known as Nanny’s Cave or Rock, was set apart, obscured by woodland. She may have been a witch, or a Christian hermit, or both; our own Desert Mother, but very little is known about her. What we do know is that there is an entry in Parish records telling us that a ‘Margaret-of-the-Fox-Earth’ died there on 8th June 1617.

Conclusion: The Witch of Kinver Edge stands as a bridge between the mundane and the magical, an embodiment of the timeless fascination with the unknown. Her legend reminds us that beneath the layers of history, within the contours of the land, and amidst the rustling leaves, stories of enchantment and wonder await those who dare to listen. As we wander the paths of Kinver Edge, we tread in the footsteps of generations who, like us, sought to unravel the enigma of the Witch of Kinver Edge.

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Dive into Andaman's Marine Marvels: Explore Samudrika Museum and Unlock Essential Travel Tips!

Embarking on an adventure to the enchanting Andaman Islands guarantees a rendezvous with pristine beaches, azure waters, and a vibrant underwater world. Among the myriad attractions that beckon travelers, the Samudrika Marine Museum stands as a gateway to Andaman's marine treasures. In this exploration, we delve into the wonders housed within the Samudrika Marine Museum and provide essential Travel Tips For Andaman to ensure an unforgettable island adventure.

Samudrika Museum: Gateway to Andaman's Marine World

Nestled in the heart of Port Blair, the Samudrika Naval Marine Museum is a testament to the rich marine biodiversity that graces the Andaman and Nicobar Islands. Operated by the Indian Navy, the museum serves as an educational hub, offering insights into the diverse aquatic life, coral ecosystems, and the indigenous communities that call these islands home.

Exploring Samudrika's Marine Treasures

1. Coral Diversity Showcase

Samudrika Museum unfolds like a vivid tapestry, showcasing the diverse coral species that thrive in the Andaman Sea. Intricately crafted exhibits provide a visual feast, offering a glimpse into the kaleidoscope of colors that characterize the underwater coral gardens.

2. Rare Marine Species Exhibits

The museum proudly displays exhibits featuring rare and endangered marine species indigenous to the Andaman Islands. From vibrant fish species to elusive sea turtles, each display is a window into the delicate balance of the island's marine ecosystem.

3. Indigenous Tribes and Marine Conservation

Samudrika goes beyond marine life, shedding light on the indigenous tribes inhabiting the Andaman and Nicobar Islands. Engaging exhibits highlight the symbiotic relationship between these tribes and the marine environment, emphasizing the importance of sustainable practices for the conservation of the islands' natural resources.

Interactive Learning: Samudrika's Educational Initiatives

1. Marine Conservation Workshops

The museum regularly hosts workshops and educational programs focused on marine conservation. Visitors have the opportunity to participate in interactive sessions, gaining a deeper understanding of the delicate ecosystems that thrive beneath the Andaman waters.

2. Guided Tours by Marine Experts

For a more immersive experience, consider opting for guided tours led by marine experts. These experts provide valuable insights into the scientific aspects of marine life, adding a layer of depth to the exhibits.

3. Virtual Reality Dives

Samudrika Museum takes learning to new heights with virtual reality dives. Visitors can don VR headsets and embark on simulated underwater journeys, bringing them face to face with the captivating marine life that inhabits the Andaman Sea.

Essential Travel Tips for Your Andaman Adventure

Planning a trip to Andaman involves more than just exploring museums. Here are some essential travel tips to ensure a seamless and enjoyable experience:

1. Weather Considerations

Andaman experiences tropical weather throughout the year. While November to April is considered the best time to visit, it's essential to check weather conditions and plan activities accordingly.

2. Permits and Entry Requirements

Obtain the necessary permits for visiting restricted areas well in advance. Ensure you have all required documents, including photo IDs and permits, to avoid any complications during your stay.

3. Island-Hopping Itinerary

Andaman comprises numerous islands, each with its own unique charm. Plan your itinerary to include visits to popular destinations like Havelock, Neil, and Ross Islands, ensuring a diverse and enriching experience.

4. Snorkeling and Scuba Diving

Take advantage of Andaman's renowned underwater beauty. Whether you're a seasoned diver or a novice snorkeler, explore the vibrant coral reefs and marine life that make Andaman a diver's paradise.

5. Respect Local Customs and Tribes

Andaman is home to indigenous tribes with rich cultural traditions. Respect their customs, avoid intrusive behavior, and adhere to any guidelines set by authorities to preserve the cultural heritage of the islands.

6. Sustainable Practices

Contribute to the conservation of Andaman's natural beauty. Opt for eco-friendly activities, minimize plastic usage, and adhere to responsible tourism practices to ensure the islands remain a pristine haven for generations to come.

7. Connectivity and Communication

Stay informed about local connectivity and communication options. While mobile networks are available, some remote areas might have limited coverage. Plan accordingly to stay connected during your exploration.

Conclusion: A Marine Odyssey in Andaman

In conclusion, Samudrika Museum serves as the gateway to Andaman's marine wonders, offering a glimpse into the vibrant underwater world that defines this tropical paradise. As you plan your Andaman adventure, weave together the insights gained from Samudrika with essential travel tips to ensure a seamless, enriching, and respectful exploration of the Andaman and Nicobar Islands.

[theotakufiles]

Guardians of the Louvre Manga

"Guardians of the Louvre" is an adventurous animated series that takes viewers on a thrilling journey through time, art, and history. Set in the iconic Louvre Museum in Paris, the story follows a group of extraordinary teenagers who discover they possess unique powers linked to famous artworks.

When the night falls and visitors leave, these young guardians transform into their alter egos – men and women with mystical abilities granted by the art itself! With each episode devoted to a different artifact or painting within the museum's extensive collection, our heroes embark on quests to protect and unravel secrets locked within these masterpieces.

Together, they confront vivid manifestations conjured from paintings like Mona Lisa's enigmatic smile turning into riddles or a thunderous storm unleashed from Delacroix's "Liberty Leading the People." As real-world challenges intertwine with artistic wonders, our Guardians traverse hidden passages beneath the museum, untangle cryptic clues, and fend off malevolent forces seeking to exploit the power residing within these valuable creations.

Guided by an ancient order of protectors known as "The Curators," our protagonists not only safeguard priceless treasures but also explore various art movements throughout history. From encountering medieval knights brought alive from stained glass windows to exploring surreal worlds inspired by Dali's imagination – each adventure unveils fascinating tales behind artistic genius while highlighting its impact on society.

With captivating storytelling and stunning visuals inspired by renowned artworks themselves, "Guardians of the Louvre" is an action-packed series that fuels imaginations while nurturing appreciation for art. Engaging audiences of all ages with its blend of mystery, history, and fantastical elements – this show promises an unforgettable ride across time immemorial. Get ready to join these brave defenders as they navigate both artistic masterpieces and their own personal journeys within the hallowed halls of one of humanity's greatest cultural institutions - The Louvre Museum.

Please show your support for the talented manga author of 'Guardians of the Louvre Manga' by purchasing a copy of this captivating work at gekimanga.com. Immerse yourself in the mesmerizing world they have created, where art and storytelling intertwine to deliver an unforgettable experience. Join us on this journey and let's celebrate the incredible talent behind this masterpiece!

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Granadean Arabesque by Jose Joya, 1958 Hear my voice! That of vibrant color; brash, joyful strokes; a joy unbound by restrictions, allowed to be at its fullest expression! Let me tell you the moments of encounters I have witnessed, the people whose eyes lit up upon seeing my sunny disposition. But of course, I must honor the one who has given me this life of gaiety and brightness, whose hands carefully shaped me into the beaming, laughing, and smiling one that shouts exuberantly at you as I lay flat on this peculiar gray wall of a museum, shining alongside my brother-sister artworks.

I would start off by speaking of my master, whose artistic ingenuity has done a flawless job in encapsulating the essence of Granada and the Arabesque style on a lovely canvas. My artist's passion for the art form, along with their dedication to every brushstroke, and finally coupled with the inspiration they drew from the rich cultural heritage of the city—these lead to my purpose, my meaning, my conception. As the artist's vision manifested on the canvas, I would share the stories of Granada itself—the bustling markets, the vibrant streets, and the echoes of history ingrained in its walls. I would speak of the intertwining influences of Arab, Moorish, and Andalusian cultures that shaped the city's identity, and how they found expression through me, the Granadean Arabesque.

Throughout my existence, I would recall the countless moments of encounters I have witnessed. I would speak of the art enthusiasts who marveled at my bold details, the scholars who pondered the symbolism within me, and the curious visitors who found solace and inspiration in my presence. I would speak of the conversations I have overheard—whispers of admiration, debates on artistic techniques, and emotional connections forged between observers and me. I remember times when jolly countenance would invite museum-goers to engage with me on a personal level, to let my colors and forms evoke their own moments of joy and happiness. I would encourage them to immerse themselves in the vibrant hues and abstract patterns, allowing their imaginations to wander and their spirits to be uplifted. I would share the merriment and wonder that emanated from those who encountered me, reflecting the beauty and complexity of the world around them.

If I could speak, I would conclude by inviting each person to delve deeper into my narrative, to look beyond my surface and explore the layers of history and cultural significance that lie within me. I would encourage them to appreciate the artistry of my creator, to discover the stories of Granada, and to let my colors and patterns spark their imagination. I would transmit an unspoken message of optimism and delight; I would remind everyone of the power of good cheer in our lives, the transformative effect it can have, and the universality of the happiness I represent. As the Granadean Arabesque, I stand loud, proud, and tall with the richness of centuries past and extent of human delight that form my character, bringing to life the history and emotion that has shaped me.

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Most Beautiful Towns In Venezuela

The journey to Venezuela isn't for the faint-hearted. Travelers must be aware of their plans for travel and mindful of their surroundings. However, for those who have the confidence to take on the challenge the adventure, you will reap huge benefits. Expect cities filled with tradition and history, as well as a natural world that is brimming with beauty. Explore the most stunning towns in Venezuela.

Hence, to enjoy a classic beach holiday, book your cheap flights to Venezuela around April to June (the summer season) and make sure to carry your beach wardrobe.

Barquisimeto

It was founded in 1552. Barquisimeto is the fourth-largest city in Venezuela and also one of the oldest cities in the country. Barquisimeto is situated at the mouth of the Turbio River and has a mild and pleasant climate. Alongside the Spanish-style, old structures, more contemporary and innovative styles have been incorporated into the design of the city's skyline. The most notable of the area is Barquisimeto Cathedral, which was completed in the year 1968. Over the years the mix of styles in architecture has created a unique landscape and awe-inspiring. Barquisimeto is also believed to be home to one of the most stunning sunsets in the world. Find a romantic spot and take in the views.

Canaima

Canaima is a small city that is if you could even consider it so. It is situated within Canaima National Park, which is a UNESCO World Heritage site, Canaima National Park, the town is primarily an adventure-seekers outpost. From the village, visitors can begin with their own hike or backpacking excursion or engage an expert tour guide to assist visitors to navigate the vast national park. Most certainly, the most renowned attraction is the stunning Angel Falls: the tallest waterfall in the world. Before you set to the top of the world for your epic adventure, be sure to take into the stunning sights around Canaima. The Carrao flows gently towards the town and its Laguna de Canaima forms at the base of a couple of smaller waterfalls. The entire area is seen from several of the campsites and lodges located in town.

Caracas

Caracas is considered to be the capital city of Venezuela as well as a big city. It has received an unfortunate negative press due to the rise in crime however, don't let that put you off. With a bit of research and skilled street skills, it is possible to do without risk. It is possible to hire a tour operator and touring in an organized group could be a smart idea. The safety of a group. For those who are willing to ignore the risk, Caracas is a wealth of art, history, and culture. Geographically, the city is at the foot of a stunning mountain range, which creates the scene for a breathtaking view. The Avila mountains are a great hike for those looking to have a birds-eye perspective of the city. If you're looking for the city there are many places to visit, including historical sites as well as restaurants and the zoo.

Porlamar

Porlamar is located at the foot of Margarita Island in the Caribbean Sea. Since the discovery of the island by travelers during the fifteenth century the island is known for its abundant pearls. The pearl industry is an integral part of economics to this day. Porlamar is the hub of the pearl industry on the island as well as the tourism industry, which has seen a dramatic increase in the past 40 years. Tourists come to the beaches to relax and sunbathe, and also to the waters for water sports and sailing. With palm trees in motion and white sand beaches, it is the perfect Caribbean paradise. The city itself has beautiful architecture and historical places, as well as a relaxed and beachy atmosphere.

Valencia

West of Caracas, Valencia is one of the biggest cities in the country. It is a hub of manufacturing and business. Valencia lies within the mountains with the exception of its eastern side which overlooks Lake Valencia. Valencia has a variety of monuments and museums, such as The Museum of History and Anthropology which houses the remains of the indigenous people who inhabited the region prior to colonization. In addition to many statues and monuments and monuments, the city has more than a dozen large public parks that are ideal for recreational activities and sports. With lush tropical trees and green everywhere, an entire city seems like it's going to be taken over by green Venezuelan mountains.Explore the incredible attractions of Florida and make your trip worthwhile. Also, book flights with the Lowest Flight Fares to avail of impressive deals. There are several places to discover here and learn more about this place. So take flights from Coimbatore to Chennai, and make sure to spend ample time strolling the area.

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In Memoriam: N.K.

N.K. was a supervisor who slowly became my friend over time. She worked in the local museum that I volunteered at. When I first started out, I was intimidated by her because I was shy and didn’t know how she would act towards some random teenager working in the museum. At first, she was polite and professional, handing me my manual so I could review policies and procedures. It was all business and nothing more.

Over the course of about a year with me working on the weekends, we got to know each other better. She was helpful and we gradually warmed up to each other. After the end of year 2, she saw that I was rather bored and lonely in the anthropology department. It didn’t have many visitors and I had already memorized everything in that sector. I would man my station and such, but with nobody there, I would simply wander and look at the exhibits over and over.

Whenever someone WAS there, I would give them the full tour and give as much information as possible while trying to be engaging so that everyone would learn something. Unfortunately, at one point, one of the older male visitors got a bit creepy with me and I had to report him to security. After that unpleasant encounter, I didn’t feel safe there anymore. N.K. stepped in and checked on me. Then, she arranged to re-assign me to the live animal exhibit because we had talked about my prospective college major and she knew that I liked biology. I was happy and relieved.

After adjusting to working there instead, N.K. would regularly check in with me and we got to know each other more. She was warm and kind. Since things went mostly smoothly in the live animal exhibit (besides the tarantula and snake incidents), I stayed there for years. At that point, I did volunteer work because I wanted to. My high school’s requirement had been met 2 years prior. I had gotten to know many of the museum staff and befriended many of them.

One day, I noticed that N.K. was using a walker. She wasn’t very old. Maybe only in her late 40’s or early 50’s. She had complained about leg cramps and her joints feeling weaker. I thought it was arthritis or something. So did N.K. She said that she was having a bit of trouble walking and the doctors were running tests to figure it out. Over the course of 2 months, she got worse and stayed in her office chair more. The diagnosis came: ALS, also known as Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis. It’s a progressive neurodegenerative disease that affects nerve cells in the brain and spinal cord. The survival rate is typically between 2 to 5 years. The rest of the staff and I were shocked. We did what we could to help keep things working smoothly and accommodate her.

Unfortunately, her case had been diagnosed after she had had it for a few months. There is no cure and the treatment only eases discomfort and gives a bit of extra time. We watched as she got worse and worse. Her case progressed rapidly. Within a year, she could no longer come to work. A few months after that, she passed away.

She was a sweet woman who knew how to run an efficient museum. Also, she did her best to make sure that everyone was comfortable and properly accommodated. Losing her was a sudden shock and felt throughout the community. N.K.’s fate was what drew me to neurology as a side interest/project even though my primary focus is immuno-oncology. One day, I genuinely hope that we’ll find a better treatment or even a cure for ALS. Rest in peace, N.K.