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[jaebernardblog]

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[whorekneecentral]

Holiday Greetings

Virgil Van Dijk x Fem!Reader

Warnings: holiday postcards bring together friends, old friends reconnect, falling out with family, virgil never gave up on the friendship, mentions of bad relationships, surprise visits, old habits die hard, wet dreams, sharing a bed, making dreams a reality, oral (m!receiving), sub!virg vibes for like 0.2 seconds, penetrative sex (p in v), choking, using of the word 'whore' in a sexual context, sweetness from the big man at the end.

Word Count: 2,934

Author's Note: again, so sorry for posting this late but y'all know the big man is my babyyyyy so hopefully you guys like this one as much as I do!

merry smutmas series

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You send your old friend a Christmas card every year and when he sees that a certain someone was no longer in the picture, he pays you a long overdue visit. 

The world works in funny ways; the red string theory and what not, you find the people that were meant to be in your lives one way or another.

He just happened to always be your person.

You and Virgil were old friends, you grew up down the street from each other; your families were always interlinked, the two of you attached at the hip - from school to Virgil's football matches around the corner from the houses, you were together.

At 18, you upped and left Holland without so much as a warning; all Virgil received was a letter in the mail, letting him know that something had happened with your family and you could no longer stay there. He tried to get you to come home, telling you that his mom would be more than happy to have you with them, which was true but you assured him you'd be fine.

He never gave up, asking you again when he signed with the Celtic and then again when he was with Southampton and Liverpool.

Despite you not taking him up on his offers to move in, you always kept in contact with Virgil; you didn’t talk often, a happy birthday message or a message of congrats when things went well for his career.

You never fully settled until recently, moving from job to job, place to place. For a while, you didn't have an address, bouncing from Belgium to Germany and then Spain before you finally settled in Switzerland.

Regardless of your lack of address, you and Virgil kept up your tradition of sending holiday postcards. It was your yearly catch-up, but you and Virgil would send a card back-and-forth and write a little message on the back of it.

For the last few years, there has been an addition to your cards; first it was your puppy, Sammy and then over the last 3 years, your boyfriend, John.

Virgil had never personally met John, but based on your type in men, he could tell that John was no good for you. The first card he got with him in it, you were happy, smiling but as the years went on, there was still a smile but he knew you well enough to know you weren’t you. 

This year's card arrived early, the first week of December rather than the week before Christmas. Liverpool was wrapping up for the holidays as they'd be going on winter break. Virgil was pleasantly surprised to see that it was just you and Sammy on the card this year. He flipped it over to see what you had written on the back.

Dear Virg,

I don't have much to report this year; turned a year older, got a promotion and I bought a new car - yes I still have the old one, I cannot bring myself to trade/sell it.

I see that you've made some big moves, congratulations skipper! Proud doesn't begin to cover it and you know that I always said you'd make it big.

Hope all is well with you.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Yours always,

Y/n.

Virgil smiles, your words and card tucked safely back into the envelope it came in as he took his laptop out to look up something; flights to Switzerland.

He had some time between the end of the season and his return to Holland for the holidays. What better way to spend the time than to visit his favourite person in the world?

It had been years since he last saw you; frankly he hadn't seen you since you left all those years again but nothing's changed between you two. You were still y/n and Virgil - attached at the hip as always.

--

Switzerland was even colder as he expected it to be. Despite coming from cold, cold England, Virgil still felt as if he was underdressed.

The car parked at the curb as he checks the return address on your holiday card and the address he had put into google maps. Assuring himself he was at the right place, he got out and grabbed his bags, walking to the porch.

Christmas had always been your favourite holiday so to see your house decked out in decorations, lights and garland wasn't a big shocker. The little plaid doggie bed by the door was an assurance that he was in the right place - you had sent him a picture of Sammy in the same spot when you first adopted him.

Virgil shook off the nerves, knocking on the door. A part of him wanted to run away but another part of him couldn't wait to see you.

Sammy must have made it to the door before you, barking to alert you that someone was at the door. He could hear your voice, "shut your big mouth! I heard it!" You tell the dog, scooting him out of the way to open the door.

"He- what the fuck?" You passed, shocked to see who was at your front door.

"Is that how you greet everyone who comes to your house?" He asked you, a big smile on his face.

You laughed, setting your coffee mug on the entryway table, not saying anything but pulling Virgil into a bone crushing hug; it felt the same as it did all those years ago, it felt like home - he felt like home.

You stepped aside. "Please, come in. Make yourself at home."

Sammy runs over, jumping on Virgil. The man reached down to say hello to the dog, scratching behind his ear. You shut the door, noticing his bags. "Where are you staying?"

He glances at you, the same sly look on his face that you'd seen a million times before. "I was hoping I could stay here?"

You laughed, nodding. "Yeah, of course." You pulled Sammy away from Virgil for a minute, letting him take off his coat and walk into the house a bit more. "What the hell are you doing in Switzerland?" You asked him, sitting on the couch.

Virgil shrugged, joining you on the couch, "I came to see you, seemed like the right time to pay you a visit."

Just as well as Virgil knows you, you know him. You're certain he pieced together your break up and that's why he's here.

"You know you don't need to look after me, Virg. I'm not 15, I'm a big girl." You glance at your friend.

Virgil nods, his hand patting your thigh, "I'm not looking after you, y/n. I'm visiting my friend."

"Well in that case, how about dinner? My treat."

"Oh I'm the footballer and I don't have to pay for dinner? I should come visit more often." He jokes as you reach over his lap to the side table to get your phone.

It was as if no time had passed; you and Virgil comfortable in each other's space as if you were in your childhood bedrooms, giggling about the rumours at school or rerunning the tackles Virgil made on the pitch.

You settled on what to eat for dinner; a local place that made the best pizza on the planet, based on the fact that Virgil ate half the box, you'd say he agrees with your statement.

At some point throughout the night, you two shifted from spot to spot, just chatting about life. From the dining room table to the kitchen and finally back on the couch.

It was rather domestic and so easy for you two to slip into this little routine, even though Virgil had only been there for the evening. You're leaning on him, his arm over your shoulder with Sammy curled up on the other side of him, a movie playing quietly as you continued chatting.

"So do you like it?" You look at him and he nods. "Being captain is the dream come true. It's a great team, the place is so.. I don't think there's a word to explain how special it is to me and the guys.. we've got a fantastic team both on and off the pitch."

"That was such a PR response." You teased, laughing. Virgil smiles, pinching your shoulder softly.

"I'm going home after this, back to Breda. I'm there until new years and then it's back to Liverpool."

"That's nice," you smiled, "tell your mom I say hello."

Virgil laughs. "You can tell her yourself, she always tells me that you two are friends on Facebook."

"Don't diss your mom, dude! You're just hating because your mom is cooler than you and she gets to have me on Facebook and not you."

"I don't have Facebook, I'm not 67 years old."

"You shouldn't hate when you've got a big ass head like that."

"Shut up!" He laughed, smacking your arm softly. He sighs, glancing at you, "you should come home, it'd be nice to go home, no?"

"I.. I can't." You tell him, turning your attention back to the tv.

"Why not? It's been years, y/n. I'm sure your family wants to see you and so much has changed, don't you wanna see our home?"

"I can't, Virg. Not after what happened."

His brows furrowed, leaning back a bit to fully look at you. "What did happen, y/n? You never told me."

You shake your head, things were said that couldn't be taken back - none of which were your fault but no one ever seemed to care. Your family never reached out to apologize so you never did too.

Virgil looks at you, your silence was an answer in itself but he can't help but wonder what went wrong. He had asked his mom, knowing your mom and his were close, they often chatted and still do to this day but his mom never told him anything. She'd often remind him that if he doesn't know, it's because he's not meant to know.

He can't help but feel sad; not only for you but for him, for what could have been if you two had maybe gotten together, if maybe you had never left home.

You quietly get up, excusing yourself and heading up to your room. Virgil hadn't been your place before but in the short time he has been there, he figured out where things went. It was like a second home to him, he took it upon himself to clean up and take Sammy out before coming back in and locking up.

He makes his way up the stairs and knocks on the first door to the right, the same room that you occupied when you were at home.

Suppose old habits die hard.

"Y/n?" He knocks on the door, peeking into the room. "Can I come in?"

You nod, lying on your bed. Virgil lets himself in and sits next to you on the bed. You're on your side, your back to the man as you feel the weight of the mattress shift, his hand passing through your hair gently. You roll, now facing him and curling into his side.

"I'm sorry," he whispers into the silence of the room. "I didn't to upset you when I said-"

"You didn't," you cut him off. "It's just.. complicated is all."

Virgil shifts, now lying next to you and you move to rest your head on his chest. The two of you cuddled against one another, comfortably relaxing as you'd done a million times before when you were teenagers.

You're not sure when the minutes turned into hours but you had both fallen asleep.

The sound of Virgil's voice woke you from your slumber. You thought you heard him say something but when you glanced at the man, he was still fast asleep. You just assumed he was asleep and settled back into bed.

A few moments later, he makes a sound - a soft whimper.

You open your eyes to check on him again, trying to see if something was wrong and yet, he was still sleeping. You figured he was just dreaming.

You see make out his silhouette on the bed, the blanket tossed over Virgil as he shifted in his sleep. You can hear him mumble, you shake him softly. “Virg, you okay?” You ask when he groans. He rubs his eyes, confused for a moment.

“Y/n? What are you doing ?” He hadn’t realized the blanket had slipped down when he sat up. You glance down and you instantly look away. “Oh uh, sorry.”

He was confused for a moment, he looked down and he pulled the blanket back up, his cheeks red and shy. “Sorry! I didn’t realize-”

“It’s okay,” you glance at him. “It happens. I didn't mean to wake you, it's just.. I heard my name and you were, well, groaning." You trailed off, Virgil's cheek burning hot as he looked anywhere but at you.

It takes you a second but you connect the dots. Between the hard cock hidden away under the blanket and the avoidance of his glance, you realized why he was calling your name.

“Oh,” you breathe, “um, if you want.. I can help you with that if you want.”

Virgil seemed shocked by your offer, his eyes widened. "What?"

"I mean, it was obvious you were dreaming of me, Virg. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before," you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah but.. this is different."

Your hand rests on his thigh, “not really, I'm just helping you with it.”

Virgil shifts in the bed, suddenly feeling a bit shy and he can’t help but think about what you’d look like on your knees, looking up at him. He nods, “oh-okay.”

“Yeah?” You ask, looking at him. Virgil nods once more, slowly moving the blanket off his lap. You shift to lay between his legs, pulling his cock out of his boxers.

He watches as your lips wrap around his cock, tongue running over the tip. His hand tangles in your hair, pulling it away from your face as you lean down all the way, taking all of him into your mouth.

Your cheeks hollow around him, Virgil's hips buck at the feeling. A half smile playing on your lips when you glance up at him. You can see the red on his cheeks, the way his eyes follow you every move, watching as your head bobbed up and down, your cheeks hallowed around him.

It had been months, if not longer since he’d been with anyone like this; every time he even dared touch himself, you were the thought on his mind. It was like he was a teenager again, crushing on you and just wishing you'd make the first move because as confident as he was on the pitch, he was far too shy to make the move on you.

He'd be lying if he said he never imagined what it would feel like, what you would look like, how you'd make him feel.

It didn’t take long; your hand sliding up his torso and your lips wrapped around him, tongue pressed to the underside of his cock. Virgil's hips buck once more, you can feel him at the back of your throat.

He pushes you off of him, your brows furrow. "What? Something wrong?" You asked him, your tongue passing over your bottom lip, tasting him.

The sight of that alone makes his cock twitch.

"I wanna feel you," he whispers and you can't help the smile on your face.

You let Virgil pull you up for a kiss, tasting himself on your lips as he undressed you. Slowly, a pile of clothes ends up on the floor and you're on all fours. The man's behind you and your back arches, the curve of your spine evident when he drags his finger along it.

Virgil pushes into you, his name falling from your lips. “God, please Virg, like that,” the words tumble out, begging him for more as he fucks you. 

His hands squeezing your hips, nails digging into your flesh. Your hand reaching under you, fingers barely reaching to rub your clit. 

He pulls you up, his arm wrapped around your neck, your back pressed to his chest. His fingers dig into the side of your neck for a moment, squeezing you a bit. 

The two of you facing the mirror in your room, “look pretty girl,” he whispers into your ear, “look how pretty you looked all fucked out.” 

Your eyes open, looking at the screen in front of you. his eyes meet yours, and you smile. “You’re such a whore,” he hums, chuckling. 

Between the angle you were at and his hand sliding down to rub on your clit, your head drops back onto his shoulder, begging him to let you cum. 

Your eyes find him in the mirror and you don’t even have to say anything, he knows exactly what you’re saying. 

“Shh, it’s okay sweetheart, I know.” He tells you, thrusts getting sloppier by the second.

The two of you in sync, Virgil's chest pressed to your back as you came down from your orgasm. He peppered kisses all over your back, rubbing your side softly. He leans to press a kiss to your neck before pulling out slowly. 

You're flat on your stomach, catching your breath when Virgil moves off of you and shifts to next to you. His arm rests over your back, rubbing your skin soft. "You okay?" He asks quietly.

Glancing at him, you smile. "Perfect."

Virgil smiles, leaning over to kiss you.

--

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[officialromaniantranslatiuni]

I know it's a matter of personal experience, but each time I hear someone brag about their life abroad as an expat, it only makes me not want to move abroad.

My uncle's business partner had his son sent to a boarding school since entering high school and this summer he came here to sell his old car as he has a job now in Switzerland and won't come back to Romania not even for vacays.

Anyway, long story short, wtf is Switzerland on? Not to be disrespectful towards their culture, but how is it possible to fine people for even the tiniest thing? I would literally feel terrorised by all the stupid rules. It's giving communist spies. "I got a fine because I flushed past a certain hour." WHAAAAT????

Same with uni professor who had the police knock at her door because her neighbour (idk if she was away in Denmark or the Netherlands) noticed how she hadn't opened the curtains for a whole week. Meanwhile, I never open my curtains and I have an orchard in front of my window. If I were to have nosy neighbours, I would get 3 layers of curtains.

Or my aunt from Norway and her grandchildren. They were counting up to 20 on their fingers and toes in second grade or something, but couldn't eat what she cooked because otherwise they would report her to the school and the school to the authorities. What the kids want, they must get.

[yourbravestpigeon]

Grandpa AU - 2018

“Thank you for driving me.”

“No problem”, Alberich said.

From the corner of his eye he could see Irene sinking deeper into the passenger seat, fiddling with the clasp of her weirdly adult leather bag. The only indicator it belonged to a 21-year-old girl and not a burn-out-approaching teacher was a heart-shaped sticker adorning the brown leather in stripes of blue and purple. Alberich had noticed the bag in his lecture hall before, only then he hadn’t known the calloused hands clasping it were his daughter's. Now he knew, and like surviving a car crash, everything was different. Bizarre, and fragile.

“I wouldn’t have bothered you if I knew anyone else with a car”, Irene explained sheepishly.

“I don’t mind driving you.”

“Thanks.”

The past months her and Alberich had met for wide-eyed coffees, short walks and an awkward steak dinner where he’d found out she was a vegetarian. He’d also learned that her adoptive parents lived in Oxford, that she’d gone to some fancy international school in Switzerland, and that she’d moved to London for her studies a few terms ago. He knew her major, of course, had always known it.

The big facts had blown his mind at first, but after the initial shock it started to be the smaller things that really uprooted him: the plethora of dictionaries on her shelf, her hurried handwriting, the slightly odd shape of her fingernails … He wanted to stare at her and be struck by divine lighting to find out how much of this was his, how much of her had been built using his DNA as blueprints. It was earth-shifting and tide-changing that she existed, and at the same time it was weird to realize that she was, in a way, just a normal person. Just a broke student, without a car to get to a date way out of town.  

“So who’s the guy?”, Alberich asked after a couple minutes of quiet driving.

“It’s, uh, more of a girl.”

“Oh.” He blinked. “Well, uh… good.” That probably lowered the odds of her being murdered at this mystery lake he was driving her to.

“She was my tutor for a while, and… She’s kind of difficult, but really fascinating.”

“A tutor in our department? I might know her.”

“Her name’s Bradamant.”

“You’re going out with Bradamant?”

“We’re not going out, we’re… meeting.”

“Well, date her. She’s very bright.”

“Brightness is not the main criteria I’m looking for.”

“Then what is?”

Irene considered for a second, staring into space. She was wearing purple nail polish on her Alberich-shaped fingernails.

“I don’t know. A passionate mind, maybe? Someone who gets me.”

“She’s a skilled researcher.”

“Again, that’s not the selling point you seem to think it is. I like that she’s…fierce.”

Alberich thought of Margaret, and imagined for a few fun seconds what it’d be like to run her over with the car. Yet he had fifty percent of her genes sitting in the seat next to him, and no matter how much respect he’d lost for the provider of those fifty percent, he did kind of like what had come of them. Irene crossed her arms, forcing herself to stop with the nervous clasp-fiddling.

“We’ll just see how it goes. And it isn’t even a date.”

The engine hummed as Alberich shifted into the next gear, the countryside highway stretching out ahead of them.

“Well have fun.”

“Thank you.”

-

Then Alberich was in Moscow for two months, and when he got back they met for a wintery walk along the dull grey Thames. Irene had gotten a coffee and wasn’t wearing purple nail polish anymore.

“How’d it go with Bradamant?”, Alberich remembered to ask after a while. Irene all but flinched, then blushed slightly, looking equal parts embarrassed and enraged.

“Not good. Not good at all.”

“Oh?”

“She's… Let’s talk about something else, please.”

“Want me to get her kicked off the assistant staff?”

Irene snapped her head around, looking at him in disgust.

“God, no! I hope you’re not serious!”

Alberich gave an honest shrug.

“No”, Irene said, “She didn’t do anything wrong. It was probably my fault for being too… clingy, or… I just misunderstood the things she said.”

“You think?” Having met Irene and having read some of her papers, Alberich doubted she was able to severely misinterpret something.

“Yes. She was pretty clear about it. I was just dumb and naïve or a second, so it’s my fault.”

“Hm, okay. Happens.”

“Just promise me you won’t abuse your position because of it. That’d be the last thing I want.”

“Fine. I promise.”

Once again Alberich wondered about the upbringing that had instilled such sound morals in the woman, and what she’d be like if he had raised her. If vengefulness were hereditary, they’d be buying gasoline right now. Irene took a long sip from her coffee instead, cupping her hands around the paper cup.

“So how are you? How was Moscow?”

“Good. It was my first time teaching there; I’m usually in Petersburg.”

“Sounds great. I’ve never been to Russia.”

“Where have you been to?”

“When I was little my parents used to take me on all their business trips, so technically I’ve been all kinds of places. I just can’t remember any of it.”

“Why’d they stop?”

“Taking me? Eh, I was in boarding school. Plus, they wanted me to grow up normally, with friends and routine and all that. That’s hardly possible when you swap countries every couple weeks.”

“You should make use of your semester break, go someplace nice.”

“Yeah, maybe. But a student job at the university library doesn’t pay my bills and a trip someplace nice.”

“There’re student grants for that. That’s what I did when I was young and broke.”

“Tell me about that”, Irene requested. Alberich glanced at her and thought she looked distinctly sad, but he had no idea how to fix it if he wasn’t supposed to hurt Bradamant. So he pretended to not notice and did as Irene asked, taking her on a strongly censored stroll down memory lane.

---

Still inspired by @withlovebinnie 's comic!

[bondshotel]

On this day in 1970, the Mungo Jerry single “In the Summertime” went to #1 on the UK Singles Chart (June 16)

Mungo Jerry lead singer and guitarist Ray Dorset said that the famous melody just popped into his head one day, and the next day he wrote the song in about ten minutes using a second-hand Fender Stratocaster, while he was taking time off from his regular job working in a lab for Timex.

"It's got no chorus; all it's got is a melody that goes over and over again with a set of lyrics that conjure up a celebration of life," he said.

"Especially if you're a young person: it's a great day, you've managed to get a car - preferably with the top off - you're cruising around, and if you're a guy you're picking up girls."

The catchy song that conjured up carefree summer days was the UK’s biggest-selling single in 1970, staying at the top for seven weeks, and was also #1 around the world in Canada, Australia, New Zealand, France, Germany, Italy, Norway, Sweden, Denmark, South Africa, Ireland, Switzerland, Belgium, Austria, and the Netherlands.

It ended up the biggest-selling song of 1970 in the UK…

It was also #3 on the US Billboard Hot 100.

The song would be Mungo Jerry’s only hit in the US, but they did have further chart success in the UK…

“In the Summertime” went on to become one of the best-selling singles of all-time, eventually selling 30 million copies.

Interestingly, there are no drums on the track, but an eclectic bunch of instruments including a shaker instrument called cabasa, banjo, jug, upright bass, piano, guitars, and Ray Dorset stomping his foot in time with the music.

[mwebber]

“On the bound” fluff maybe? Everyone needs a bit of fluff ❤️

debated linking something older or copying and pasting something from the doc, and in rereading this i thought it was kinda cute. takes place in 2011, but before "wrestling in dirt pits."

. ⋅ ˚̣- : 

Thurgau, Switzerland - August 2, 2011

On Tuesday morning, Mark texts her that he’s going around Europe for a week and a half, and asks if it’s okay for him to crash at her old flat in Walchwil.

She has no fucking idea why he wants to put himself through more travel than necessary, nor why he wants to come all the way to Switzerland when he could enjoy the sun in Spain with Fernando, or hell, go home to Australia, if he wants the torture.

“You have the keys,” she says when he picks up the phone, incredulous. “You don’t need to ask.”

It might have been her place on paper, but it was theirs in practice—a quiet escape from their lives that the UK couldn’t afford them, a spot to go between races or during the breaks. 

“Well, you might have sold it, I don’t know,” Mark responds tetchily. “But thanks.”

“What.” Offended, she stands up, already beginning to pace the length of her porch. “You’ve still got your stuff there, I wouldn’t sell it without telling you, obviously.”

He sighs, staticky over the line. “I don’t know, okay? Sorry for asking.”

His tone says it all, and she flushes, suddenly embarrassed. Of course he wouldn’t just—use the space. They’ve broken up.

“Whatever,” she mutters. “Have fun.” 

. ⋅ ˚̣- : 

The day Mark arrives at the flat is the day Seb decides to make the hour-long drive there. Her usual parking space is taken up by Mark’s motorcycle. 

He doesn’t even seem surprised to see her when she unlocks the door, the knowing bastard.

“Hope you brought food,” he greets her. Casually, he takes her bags.

She flicks her hair out of her face. “Honestly. It’s like you’ve never met me.”

Their evening is routine, and quietly domestic for how they slide into each other’s spaces again. It’s dinner, and washing up, and laundry, and cleaning, and sitting next to each other on her squeaky couch in their sleepwear, nursing their late night tea. Mark has his reading glasses on as he flips through a car magazine he got back in England. Seb leans against his side, silently skimming through the articles, her teacup warm in her hands.

She doesn’t ask, but he answers anyway, after the last page has been flipped, and their silence drags on for longer than it should. 

“I came to pack my things, the important stuff,” he explains. “Or at least see if I needed to rent a truck, or something.”

Of course he wouldn’t come out here without a reason. She allows herself to process the idea: Mark, picking his way out of her past, and not just her present or future. Nobody uses this flat anymore, but it’s frozen in a moment of time when they were together, and changing it would mean changing them.

“Why?” She clears her throat, sets the teacup down. “Now, I mean.”

To her surprise, he chuckles. “You haven’t seen?”

She sits up properly. That tone—he’s doing that thing where he knows she’s the butt of the joke and won’t tell her, and it used to be exasperating, but now it’s terrifying. “What?”

“Relax.” Smiling, he pats her knee. “It’s pretty funny, actually. I’m now one of F1’s ‘most eligible bachelors.’”

“It’s been a year.” She levels him with a flat look that he waves off dismissively.

“Fans are going crazy over you and Jenson now,” he says, and glances down at the back of the magazine, an ad for Cadillac. “It’s all looking very official.”

If Seb didn’t know him inside-out, she wouldn’t catch the way his expression falls minutely. She’d feel sympathy for him, in any other life.

Carefully, she puts her hand on his shoulder and leans against him again. “It’s not official yet.”

He quirks an eyebrow, turning to face her. “Could’ve fooled me.”

And his expression—

Turkey, 2010, was when she thought he’d never look at her like he loved her again. In the wash of the golden light around them, his hazel eyes are bright and warm, and the amused twitch of his mouth is begging to be kissed, and he still gives her butterflies in her stomach, after all this time. 

“You’re staring,” he whispers, like he hasn’t been staring right back at her.

Lightly, she pinches the frame of his glasses, and slides them off to fold and set them on the coffee table. He scrunches his face with it, blinks hazily at her when she’s done.

“Stay with me,” she requests. Her voice comes out soft, barely more than an exhale.

He leans closer, or maybe she does, or maybe they both can’t help it. When they kiss, it’s like every atom in her body settles before coming back to life again, renewed and jubilant. She brings her hand up to cup his jaw, ends up knocking into his own hand instead, and they stay there, fingers linked, lips sliding naturally together.

Seb keeps her eyes closed when he tilts his forehead against hers and breaks their kiss. If she opens them, she doesn’t know what she’ll see.

“'Forever, baby.'” His small huff of laughter is a burst of warmth against her skin. “Or however long. If only we knew.”

“Two nights,” she kisses his cupid’s bow, the tip of his nose, squeezes his hand. “Stay?”

Risking it, she peers at him through one eye, and then relaxes. He doesn’t look angry or sad, just—eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed pink, like he wants to kiss her again.

He tugs her back in to do just that. There’s a sudden, desperate edge to his movements that she reciprocates. Inevitably, she ends up on his lap, and then hitched on his hips, and then on her back, in her old bed.

They make love where they’ve done so countless times before, rolling in sheets that smell like laundry detergent and warmth and home. 

. ⋅ ˚̣- : 

“I think I might love him,” Seb confesses, later. She’s tucked in Mark’s arms, curled around his body, tangled with him. Distractedly, she draws random patterns over his chest, sliding on the soft fuzz. “I don’t know. It’s not the same.”

He has his fingers in her hair, smoothing over and playing with her curls. They haven’t stayed in the afterglow for a while. It’s both healing and damaging, to indulge in it now.

“How does it feel?” The question is punctuated by soft kisses to the side of her head. She hums into it, then returns the gesture on his throat, his pulse point steady and warm beneath her lips.

How does it feel? It feels like—

“The beam of a flashlight in the darkness,” she tries. “Or a campfire on a cold night, like when we went to that beach in Australia.”

“I remember.” He smiles against her scalp. “You were so scared.”

“It’s like everything in the wilderness is designed to kill people,” she grumbles half-heartedly. It’s an old conversation, ill-fitting on them now. Ghosts of who they were shout gleefully in the distance, the memory of their words too vague to make out.

Mark is quiet for a moment, and his fingers still where they’re wrapped in her curls. “Am I the darkness to you, then?”

It’s laughable, how insecure he can be sometimes. But she doesn’t laugh—she squirms until she’s in his line of vision, gazing down at him, holding him close.

“My love,” she kisses him once, twice. “You’re the sun itself.” 

With practiced ease, he tucks her hair behind her ear.

“My sunshine,” he says, like he used to, and the nickname splits her open, a knife through the stitches that hold her together.

Wordlessly, she kisses him again.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : 

On Saturday, she’s on a flight to Greece with Jenson, and Mark is en route back to England, and their little studio apartment remains as intact as it can be—a memento of heaven, when it was just the two of them, and the love they nurtured. 

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Tooning In 13. Greg Bailey Part 4 of 10

DL: Well. So how was working with Hanna Barbera again with Young Robin Hood?

GB:It was fine. Kind of like going back to my roots as far as working in animation went. On Robin Hood I was running the timing department and lip sync included. I went pretty smoothly from what I remember. It was a good chance to bring the US Saturday morning standards to a Canadian studio.

DL:The Busy World of Richard Scarry for Paramount/Showtime/The Family Channel and France Animation? How did that come to be and how was working on that show?

GB:It was my first animated series to develop and direct on. It became quite a hit and really put Cinar on the map. France Animation was the minority on the project . The only did the Busy World segment. We did the other 2 story blocks as well as the musical interstitials , the opening, the post production so we really did the bulk of it. The Paramount connection was actually quite peculiar and lucky. The people that worked in a portable in the Paramount lot were actually making trailers and publicity and handling some licensing. They were not the film or tv executives. However they had the rights and connection to Huck Scarry (son of Richard Scarry) and they decided they had the power to put together an animated tv series without going through the regular tv and film sections of Paramount. It was pretty gutsy of them to do that and after the show went out and was a success they ended up having to relinquish some control of it to the proper departments over there. Cinar ended up selling the show in over 100 countries worldwide. I really loved the development we did on the show. The characters all had unique walks and lip sync models and we also kept the scenes really busy with lots of details moving around. We also had used a sort of isometric perspective or down shot for the entire show. We avoided all the trendy dramatic cartoon kinds of angles that were and are still popular in animation. Things that are far away are always higher on the screen. This was something from the Scarry books. We also used a lot of white in the background to achieve that kind of vignette sort of look. It wasn't painted solid side to side like typical Nelvana kind of shows. It was really a cool look and I think the stories all had a nice twist ending. It was an interesting show for young preschool kids because we had a lot of information and details they would never have been exposed to. It was very whimsical looking with the things like the pickle car and the banana car and Lowly Worms apple car. But we showed a lot of stuff like how the inside of a fire station operated and the variety of firetrucks they use. I think we had more time to develop different things on that series than most preschool series even dream about nowadays.

DL:Did you have any interference with the Scarry family?

GB:I don't know that I would call it interference, but I did work with Huck quite regularly. His dad was not in the picture. But we would send the models and scripts and storyboards rough cuts to Huck. It all went out by fax machine in those days. He would often be able to send a sketch the next day if he had a better idea for a model or some details on the model in order to keep it in the Scarry world. But he did go through all the material promptly. It is always a matter of getting non-animation people educated about now backtracking on things at a later stage when they finally notice something they want to change. Like, don't start changing the character or background when we send out the storyboard and you have already been shown the designs a few months earlier. I think Huck got used to those things over the course of the season and wasn't a big problem that I can remember.

DL:Also I believe that Richard Scarry sold the rights to France Animation first because he was living in Switzerland. And France Animation was close by in France and they called CiNAR to co-produce and Showtime/Paramount came to broadcast and finance the series.

GB:I didn't know that! We had already been working with France Animation on other shows before that so I figured CiNAR asked them to partner on it. But I understand what you are saying and it's quite possible. I wouldn't know.I am not surprised that Richard Scarry would sell off his rights in Europe. He moved out of the US a long time ago and always had nasty stuff to say about the US. He was super right leaning and rigid from what I know about him. He was avoiding living in a country where he would have to share his taxed money with poor people. I think it would have been pretty crazy doing the show with Richard Scarry.

DL:I never knew he was anti-American.

GB:He was American himself. I would clarify that and say he was anti -America. He was pretty anti-a lot of things.

DL:The Little Lulu show for HBO and Golden Books.

GB:Little Lulu was a series I developed between seasons of Richard Scarry. This time I wanted to do something with a different and strong graphic style to it. So we had these characters and backgrounds with incredibly thin lines. It was still all drawn in pencil or pen in those days so it could be hard to get the proper line sometimes in production. It looked very beautiful but I admit the format of the show with all those small bits and pieces was hard to watch for a whole episode. The stand up comic bits were not funny and were lame. One of the producers loved Seinfeld and was sure that copying Jerry Seinfeld's standup section would work in a cartoon. But how would you get an animation writer to write a stand up routine? It is something that comics try out and constantly refine by reciting it to a live audience. It was the one series that I actually went to do the pitch and sale at HBO. I did the pitch and Ron Weinberg did the sale that is. The HBO producers owed a favour to Tracey Ulman for something she did for free for them, so they insisted we use her to do the voice-over for Lulu as part of the deal. Again it really hurt the series because she sounded old and gruff. She was totally wrong for the part of Lulu. The initial sale was to do 5 specials. So we used her for those 5 shows only. The show went to a full series of 26 episodes before we even delivered the first special. There was a lot of stuff I liked about the show but it wasn't as much of a hit as Richard Scarry was as far as sales went. Also like I say it had some irritating aspects to the episode because of so many little pieces that were not funny or did not help the flow of the episode. I was introduced to some great voice actors on the show like Michael Caloz that did Annie, and Bruce Dinsmore that did Tubby. These were the best characters in the series and I worked with these actors again later on Arthur because of the Lulu Series. I directed the first 5 episodes then I was a supervising director for the remaining episodes. So I was less hands on at that point.

DL:Well I like Tracey Ullman's voice for Lulu as it fitted the character weirdly and also a youtuber pointed it out too about the Seinfeld bits.

GB:In hindsight, I think the way to write the standups would be to give a theme to a standup comic and have them improvise a 30-second routine on the subject. And record it while they do it. Write it down and give the recording and written script to the voice actor to try to copy the timing and natural speaking rhythm of the standup. Something like that. But to get an animation writer to write and script then expect a voice-over actor to attempt to deliver something with the stand-up comic timing was not a good approach. It is not spontaneous sounding. There was a series about a psychiatrist that used stand up comic routines for his patient sessions. I forget the name of the show now.

DL:Dr Gnudo I believe.It was a segment on The Tracey Ullman show.

GB:I was thinking of Dr Katz.

DL:Papa Beaver's Storytime for France 3 and Nickelodeon?Also, did you watch the original Little Lulu cartoons or read the comics?

GB:I did read Little Lulu comics when I was young and I remember the cartoons as well. When we did the new version I watched a lot of them again. The history of Little Lulu was very long as far as the comic but also as a cartoon. It was made by a lot of different studios over the years. So we were just one more part of the line that makes up the history of it. I have a couple of the old comic books from long ago.

DL:That's cool!

GB:I always called Papa Beaver by the French name Pere Castor because we were the minority partner on the project and that was the name of the project until they dubbed it. I was a co-director. I loved those shows at the time because the stories were based on classic folk stories from around the world. So they had good stories and we copied the visual style of each book we used. No 2 shows looked alike. The beaver and the children beavers at the start of each show were done in France by the main director. So we had a lot of fun on our side doing peculiar and unique-looking small cartoons. Some were really weird stories like a raindrop that falls out of the cloud onto the farm field and eventually goes into a river. The story could be any length we wanted as long as it was under 4 minutes. I have never worked on anything that did not have a fixed length before or after that series. It was a fun show to do until people started calling me Pere Castor. I think we did 26 of those stories.

DL:Well, is it because you're Canadian hence the name?

GB:It just sounded like I was so old. If I was American it could have been worse using your logic. I would have been Papa Bald Eagle

DL:LoL! Legend of White Fang for HBO/The Family Channel?

GB:That was my first job at Cinar/Crayon Animation. I was a posing supervisor. That is the posing department would drawn the key animation poses as well as the camera key for camera work and field so it could be sent overseas for animation. Mostly what I remember is that the studio was very disorganized at that point and it was hard to get enough work from the layout department to keep my really small crew supplied with work. they were on piece work so it mattered to them. I did that show for 3 months or so and then the series Bunch of Munsch started falling behind and I got a chance to direct on 2 of the Munch specials.We had a historian as an advisor on White Fang . It was Pierre Berton who every Canadian knew at the time as a regular on CBC. Anyway, the interesting thing he pointed out in one script is that the people could not have sent a telegram to get help from the Mounties in one of the shows, because telegram service was something that was only available along the rail lines. White Fang takes place in the Klondike gold rush which is in the mountains and a few thousand miles away from the nearest railway line. It all seems pretty obvious but you can see how animation writers left on their own had no problem putting in a story point like that which would seem idiotic to anyone that knew how telegram lines work. I remember we had a scene in White Fang where the little girl was being held in a cage by the bad guys in this remote cabin in the wilderness. It was kind of kinky looking. Anyway one day one of the layout guys left a drawing from a scene with white fang hanging by his leg from a tree in a leg-hold trap. It did look pretty grim. The producers were doing a tour of the studio for some daycare teachers, and they saw the picture which freaked them out. Everyone got a lecture about it the next day even though the artist was just following the scene in the storyboard that he was supposed to follow. So for the little girl in the cage in the log shack, we changed that so the bad guy slept outside in the snow beside the cabin. It looked totally insane and confusing. I believe the bad guy's name was Beauty even though he looked like a big thug. So weird stuff happens in animation and it isn't always the animators doing dirty drawings on the side.

DL:Oh well, so you scared some preschool teachers, I find that actually funny.It's weird and absurd.Caillou for Teletoon and PBS?

GB:Caillou didn't run on PBS in the first season. Cinar had joined with Astral and Nelvanna and created the Teletoon Cable station in that period. If I recall it was 50 Astral and 25% each for Cinar and Nelvana.Caillou was developed from a Quebec book property that was already popular in Quebec in French only. So we were working with a local publisher and artist that illustrated the books. I remember there was a lot of push to put hair on Caillou but it just wasn't the same character anymore and I didn't have much problem with him being bald figuring a lot of little kids don't have much hair at that point. Later on people would send letters thanking us for the show because they had cancer and lost their hair too. They believed we did it because Caillou had cancer. I am always happy to hear these little unintended things have good consequences for some people that can use any good news they can get. The show was more popular than I thought it would ever be and it took off and kind of spread, including to PBS. There was always talk of renaming the show because it was hard for English people to read the name. The kids never had any problem with it but it scared the parents. I guess it was good for having made a new word known to Anglophones because we never changed that nor did we give him hair. The name translates as Pebble so that name was already known from the Flintstones so that didn't catch on. I developed the show from a book series to a TV series and directed the first bunch of shows before I moved to Supervising Director on it. I believe we were doing Arthur by then so likely I had worked Caillou during the off-season on Arthur. Caillou got kind of messed up after a few seasons when they added some live-action parts to the show. I heard that the kids that had been following the show in the earlier years were having traumas and crying because someone turned off Caillou. They were actually crying because a producer or sales executive messed up a perfectly fine show for little kids by adding some marketing idea to the show. The kids finally got their way and they took that crap out on the following seasons. Some parents often complained that Caillou was too whiny and their own kids never whined. I think they never sat in a restaurant behind their own kids, however. They were probably whining because of the live-action scenes in the Caillou show.

DL:Did you supervise the lost grandmother scenes of Caillou?

GB:What do you mean? The storyteller?

DL:Yes it was the opening format for the show in season 1-4 as the caillou segments were stories she read to her grandchildren.And were animated in a different style then Caillou segments.

GB:I remember going to the record session for those parts. It was pretty brutal. The actress was a former grammar school teacher and was very stubborn about the way she was willing to act out the line even when it didn't make sense in the overall context of the scene. I don't think it would make the show worse to remove that section except that kids don't have time to go get a snack before the story begins.

DL:Animal Crackers for Alphaim, Teletoon and Fox Kids.

GB:I didn't have a lot to do with the show in the end. At that time I was head of the visual look of new shows in development. The show almost sold itself because it was well known from the comic strip and the look was popular. It still always needs to be developed for TV but it went through my hands pretty fast before it was sold for a series. I was a Supervising Director on it. but not very hands on. It was a cute show but it didn't run very long.

DL:Paddington Bear for Filmfair/TF1/HBO and ITV?

GB:Paddington Bear. Interesting history on that property. It came about because Cinar bought Filmfair. FlimFair made the original series that ran on PBS as probably their first animated series. It was probably on PBS in one of their first year of being. Anyway we all thought we had fond memories of that old series so we all rushed out to watch old episodes of the show. Wow, was it ever crude. Anyway Filmfair still owned the rights for television. Michael Bond was still alive and he was all excited to do a new series. So I read a book or 2 of his books of short stories. I realized quickly why I never read them to my daughter when she was young. The stories were not even stories and they were trite and sentimental. The stories didn't have an ending; they just waffled away into nothingness. Michael was very involved and kept his nose in the business of the scripts on the series. He did his best to make those nothing endings on the stories so that was a barrier to making a decent show. The illustrations in the book are very scribbly and drawings with no structure so they didn't offer anything we could use to base the characters on. I'm not too happy in the end with the look we got for the characters. They are terribly typical looking characters for a preschool show at the time. It looks very generic like Denise the Menace or any number of shows with no style. Michael Bond thought that every time Paddington would say marmalade that it was just hysterical so it is in every show and it never makes me laugh. It's the trite kind of thing I mentioned. I did visit Paddington station in London the one time I was in London for a few hours. The idea was that Paddington Bear got his name because he was found wandering around in Paddington Station. The station is a really amazing example of 19th century iron work. It was designed by Isambard Brunel the great inventor of iron ships and buildings. There is a cartoon short from the UK about him that is excellent.

DL:I didn't like Paddington either, but I like the live action film. Have you seen the film?

GB:No, I didn't. I'm sure it was better than the series. Does the story have an ending? We should have just let Film Fair make a new stop-motion Paddington. It would have been well received. Paddington had a very extensive licensing franchise. We had these licensing people come from the UK and they explained how the image has been used all over the world and how it goes out of popularity just as it becomes popular somewhere else for some totally unrelated product. Some places in Asia gave free towels in laundry boxes and other places like Holland made cookies with the image. It was really interesting to see how licensing makes money like that.

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1998. Bria Michelle Johnson was the adopted daughter of investor, Chris Johnson and makeup designer, Rita Johnson. Together, their net worth was in the multi-billions. They spoiled their daughter with whatever she wanted growing up. She went to a boarding school in Switzerland where she was able to participate in their theatre program. They also paid for voice lessons, acting classes, piano and guitar lessons; and dance lessons. She learned ballet, jazz, and hip-hop.

With only three hundred students, the school was quite small. They knew that if given a chance, she would be on stage performing. Whether it was dancing during talent shows or performing in one of their plays or musicals. She often had the lead role because of her talents. Her parents tried to see her performances whenever they could.

At eighteen years old, she learned that her parents were killed in a car accident. A driver under the influence of drugs and alcohol crashed into their car at over a hundred miles an hour. They both died on impact. Because of their deaths, she was given everything. That included their house in Los Angeles, their apartment in Waldorf-Astoria, their car collection, a private plane, a house in the Hamptons, and a house in Middletown, New Jersey.

After graduating, she returned home to LA. She had nothing, as everything had to go through the probate court before it legally became hers. Her family’s attorney allowed her to live in the house until everything was settled. She could then sell or keep whatever she wanted. The house was her childhood home, so she wanted to keep it.

She was introduced to Brad Delson and Mike Shinoda by Jeff Blue, an A&R guy for Warner Music. He heard her demo and he had her come in for an audition. Once she was signed, he had her meet them. They introduced themselves to her. It’s nice to meet you. What kind of music was she looking to play? Indie folk or country. She wanted to tell stories like Bruce Springsteen. Even though she had grown up in Switzerland and LA.

Jeff had her play something for them, so she got a guitar that was lying around and picked it up. When she sang, they heard her voice. It sounded like nineteen-sixties folk rock. Maybe a little Johnny Cash or Joan Baez. When she was done, they clapped for her. Where did she learn how to sing? She had voice lessons in school. What school did she go to? She went to Saint George’s Boarding School in Switzerland. They had a performing arts program.

Boarding school? What was that like? It was an interesting experience. She guessed it was like college, except with more adult supervision. They laughed. What else did she learn? Did she take any music lessons or classes? She took piano lessons, dance classes, and acting classes. For dance, she took jazz, hip-hop, and ballet. It was a great way to work out.

She had to be on stage performing, even when she fell on her ass. They laughed. That happened once during a ballet recital. She got up, bowed, and then went back to the choreography. They wanted to help her with her album, so they invited her to join them. At the moment, they were using Mike’s in-home studio to make demos. They thought she would get along well with their band members. She thought it sounded like a cool idea, so she accepted their invitation.

Mike lived in a rented house with his college roommate, Joe Hahn. Together, they formed a band with Brad, Rob Bourdon, and Dave ‘Phoenix’ Farrell. They were currently looking for a lead singer after firing Mark Wakefield. He and Brad introduced her when she came over. The guys thought she was beautiful! Joe offered her a coke.

Yeah, thanks. They found she fit in perfectly with them. She could tolerate their sense of humor and she wasn’t afraid of being the only girl. Her long brown hair had been dyed black and cut short to her chin. It was hidden underneath a beanie. She had tights underneath shorts with an oversized Bon Jovi t-shirt and a plaid long-sleeve top. Dave asked if she was going grunge. She was feeling a little Seattle rock at the moment.

She was thinking of piercing the cartilage in her nose and getting a tattoo to honor her parents. What happened to them? They were killed by a driver under the influence of drugs and alcohol. I’m sorry. Thank you. She also wanted to adopt a kitten.

“Decisions. Decisions. What will you decide to do”, Rob joked.

“I don’t know. I’m indecisive. I’ve always wanted a cat but I’ve never been able to. It wouldn’t have been fair because I was at school.”

“Bria, get the cat”, Joe said.

“I might have to give into peer pressure.”

They laughed. Did she get the cat? She did! Woody was an eight-week-old brown and white domestic shorthair kitten. Everything about him was adorable! He meowed at her and pawed at her leg, making her crouch down to him. Hi, human! She said hello to him and scratched his little head. He got excited when he saw he was getting adopted. I’m going home! Meow. Meow.

They went to Petsmart to get everything he needed. He had a collar and a leash, which were required in the store. As they walked around, he looked at everything while in the cart. He was curious about everything! There was so much to see and smell and hear! There were humans everywhere! He wanted to say hello to them. Meow. Meow. Some of the workers stopped to say hello to him. Hi, human! I’m Woody! I got adopted today!

He wanted to play on the belt at the register, but Bria picked him up. She didn’t want his little paws getting smashed. When they got to the car, she put him back into his carrier before putting the purchases in the backseat. Yes, she had an assistant who usually did the shopping for her, but she wanted to do this herself. Nicole was hired by her mother to take over the day-to-day responsibilities.

She was a woman in her twenties who had recently moved to LA from New York. They also had a long-time housekeeper named, Rosita. She and her husband, Miguel immigrated from Mexico in 1990. They both loved Bria and her parents because they were so kind to them. Her parents gave them money when they needed help paying bills or expensive gifts. They were considered family to them. Bria was not a spoiled brat, despite her immense wealth.

She was taught to never look down on anyone and to always be thankful for what she had. Everything could be taken away from her at any moment. Woody had zero knowledge of that. He was involved in watching his human put everything together for him. His water and food bowls went into the kitchen. She filled up the bowl with water before setting it down. His litter box went into the laundry room.

His toys, bed, and cat tree went into the living room. He had everything a kitten could need and want. For the moment, he wanted to play. Bria went into the kitchen and found the takeout menus. She looked through them as she thought about where she wanted to order from. As she made up her mind, the phone rang. It was Dave. She invited him over and gave him her address. After hanging up, she ordered pizza to be delivered. She then went to the living room to play with Woody.

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Austria hot take!

Austria shouldn't be blamed for most of the things he did when he was younger. He was probably stressed as fuck, since not only did he have to deal with his people but also the fact that he was getting beat up constantly by other nations. Stuff like forgetting Switzerland and treating Chibitalia badly was of course going to happen especially, with his situation.

I definitely think he should not be blamed for forgetting Switzerland. He was like a toddler idk what Switzerland expects. I'd like to see that as Switzerland being salty that he was like 6 and able to remember things but Austria was like 2 and unable to Remember period. It's hilarious.

With chibitalia I feel like it's one of those "this is an explanation but not entirely an excuse" type of situations where he is simultaneously victim and victimizer because you could say that he is totally innocent because he was in some really bad circumstances that he Should Not Have Been In but you could also say that chibitalia was also in some really bad circumstances that he also did nothing to warrant, so doesn't that make Austria the victimizer from chibitalia's perspective? Should he Have to forgive Austria? I feel like both of them have a right to be mad. Others would disagree but I think it's really one of those things with no right answer because it just depends on your perspective.

That's part of the reason that I really like that portion of the Austria Lore because it brings up interesting questions surrounding the cycle of abuse and the morality of the situation in general. I definitely think that an adult should have stepped into that situation and Austria should not have the same amount of blame as like a fully grown adult that is going out of their way to beat their kids. Like not even the same Type of blame Austria wasn't setting out with the intent of doing evil. I also think a lot of parenting tactics in general back then were super harmful so the argument could also be made that Austria was a product of his environment. Like hindsight is 20/20, I am coming at this from the year 2023, this was hundreds of years ago. People were fucked.

He also technically wasn't given a Child either, he was given a Slave. Italy was captured. He was Austria's "property", I don't think that anyone was really going in with the Intent of raising a child. They just wanted someone to mop. Even then Austria was framed as "strict but kind" so you can definitely tell that Austria was not actively malicious and seeking to do harm. He definitely had nice moments with Italy and while he may have done some bad things I don't think he's a villain. He's a little swagbeast deep down and he's always been that way.

I think this also dives into the debate of if you're going to brand the person themself as evil for being a product of their environment or just the environment itself as evil which could also segway into debates surrounding poverty because impoverished people do not Get the same kinds of help that rich people do, so some people turn to doing whatever they can regardless of morality because they need to get by. Are you going to blame the system for making people do bad things or are you going to say that those people knew that they were doing bad things and chose to do them anyway, therefore they are bad? What if they would have done good things if they were given good circumstances? What if you would do really evil things in worse circumstances and you just don't know it? This could be about anything from acting a little rude because you are In A Hurry And Need To Get To Work, to selling drugs, to murdering people for money. Like how far does it go? I don't think murder and a little beep beep on ur car horn are equal offenses.

I don't have a solid answer but I Really like the debate, mostly because I think a lot about what people would do if they had the same means as other people. What could I accomplish if I didn't have to go to a public school and work 30 hours a week at the same time? What could my artist friend have become if they weren't abused and pulled into the world of drugs and had like a billion dollars instead? What specific set of horrible circumstances would drive me to become everything I hate?

I think Austria would have been kinder in kinder circumstances. You can see it. He is much nicer now. I think Italy could have also been much more independent if he weren't stunted. I don't think it was Austria who stunted him entirely, Austria is a product of his environment, but it was also Austria himself who was locking him in that dark room for hours.

Regardless of morality, Austria is a solid 11/10 BABE so he can do what he wants tbh. Pretty privilege is real if it's Roderich Edelstein. He can lock me in a dark room any time 🥵🥵🥵.

[beardedmrbean]

Prosecutors have called for two British brothers to be banned from Switzerland for five years as punishment for their role in raiding a museum of iconic Chinese Ming Dynasty artefacts.

At a court in Geneva on Monday, Stewart and Louis Ahearne confessed to being part of a gang which burgled the Museum of Far Eastern Art in June 2019.

On top of the ban, prosecutor Marco Rossier said the court should jail the brothers for four years.

They will be sentenced on Tuesday.

Mr Rossier told the court the brothers, who are from south-east London - and a third man named in court by lawyers as Daniel Kelly - were all "equally involved" in the burglary.

He said Louis Ahearne carried out reconnaissance of the museum, while his older brother Stewart hired a Renault Captur car out in his name - which he then drove to and from the scene of the crime.

"Louis Ahearne booked the hotel room, the ski masks and clothing used in the burglary," Mr Rossier said.

"Everything was prepared and organised. Everything was very quick."

Two bowls and a vase from the 14th Century were taken in the raid, Mr Rossier explained, adding one bowl was taken to a Hong Kong auction house by the three men. Stewart Ahearne left his passport details as they sold the item, the prosecutor added.

A second item, a vase, was recovered in central London as part of an undercover sting operation with Metropolitan Police officers posing as art buyers a year after the heist.

The third plundered artefact, a wine cup, has never been recovered.

Around 3.5m Swiss francs (£3.2m) worth of damage was caused to the Museum of Far Eastern Art which is based in a listed townhouse in Geneva's old town.

On Monday, Louis Ahearne said he carried out the burglary in order to "clear a debt" and Stewart Ahearne said he took "full responsibility" explaining he wanted to "protect" his younger brother.

Mr Rossier said the prosecution doubted the brothers' version of events as the third person was not in the court and is currently the subject of extradition proceedings to Japan.

The court also heard from Loris Bertoliatti, representing the Museum of Far Eastern Art, who said damage caused by a power saw, sledgehammer and crowbar cost the institution millions.

"They are a professional gang," he said. "They were determined to sell the items. The victim is the museum. Lots of people were shocked by what happened."

Stewart Ahearne's partner Nicola Barry was called as a witness on Monday and described the father-of-five as a "kind, loving and nice person" - adding his employer has committed to giving him a job when he is freed.

The brothers' mother, Suzanne Ahearne, said Louis Ahearne is a "compassionate and empathetic" person who had an "unhappy childhood".

She told the court since his extradition from the UK, he has been writing to his nine-year-old son from prison in Switzerland trying to "give the guidance he never got" from his father.

The Ahearnes' defence barristers will also provide mitigation before the president of the court Patrick Monney delivers his judgement.

The hearing continues.

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Murder to even baffle Sherlock Holmes

The unexplained death of an Oxford University Doctor

It was Saturday 10th December 1994, and Dr Michael ‘Spike’ Meenaghan was settling down for the football results programme on TV. He stepped into his kitchen to make a cup of tea and was shot through the window.

The gunman had crept through the garden within about 10 feet of Michael’s kitchen window and fired a shot from a double-barrelled shotgun. Michael was hit in the chest and was severely wounded. He crawled to the phone and managed to dial 999 but could only groan.

The call handler at the emergency services traced the call and sent out police and an ambulance, sadly they were too late as they found Michael dead from his injuries and no sign of the perpetrator.

Dr Meenaghan worked at the Sir William Dunn School of Pathology, a department within Oxford University. The research programme there includes the cellular and molecular biology of pathogens, the immune response, cancer and cardiovascular disease. I will come back to this.

Glasgow-born Michael chose to live on a pretty rough housing estate and so although the shot was heard, no one came out to see what was going on and “no-one saw anything”.

When police began knocking on doors on the Blackbird Leys Estate in Oxford one witness recalled hearing what he described as the sound of “a light bulb exploding” whilst others said they thought it was “just a car backfiring”. Nobody saw anyone running away or indeed anyone carrying a gun, at least if they did they didn't tell the police.

The estate where Michael chose to live was not the best of places and had a pretty bad reputation with a period of severe unrest in 1991 when a mass of youths attacked police officers after Oxford Constabulary clamped down on car thieves and joy riders.

Michael liked it on the estate because he was of a working-class background originally and felt comfortable there. He was not a particularly house-proud man or anything he neglected the garden and had bed sheets hanging at all of the windows, except for the kitchen, in place of curtains.

Dr Meenaghan had a bit of confusing love life. He had been married and divorced, then lived with a girlfriend, Jenny who was a psychology student until the previous Easter. By all accounts, the relationship had not ended well after the police were called on more than one occasion, could this present a connection to the killing? It seems unlikely but every possible lead must be explored.

In the time leading up to his murder, Michael had been involved in a relationship with a lady named Denise and was in the process of trying to sell his house in order to move in with his new love. Jenny was married and had been expecting to meet Michael for a music gig at a local pub on the night of his murder. When he didn’t show up she drove to his home to find police officers there.

So let’s come back to Michael’s work for a moment:

So was Michael working on something or close to bringing forth a discovery that could have made a major change in science? Something that someone really didn’t want the world to know about?

It is interesting that Michael worked in a branch of medical research and another lady who was also a victim of a cruel murder, namely Janet Brown worked in a public health and primary care research unit at Oxford University. Her husband was in the pharmaceutical industry and worked in Switzerland, the couple were planning to move to live in Switzerland.

You can read about the Janet Brown murder in a well-researched blog by clicking HERE

This case was mentioned by a writer as “A murder to baffle even Morse’s mind”, it certainly is a very confusing matter but it is my opinion that this case firstly can still be solved and secondly I feel that by carefully re-examining the evidence a whole “can of worms” would be opened for sure.

I always say that I would love to hear from you but, more so than ever in this case. I am sure I have some sleuths and of coursed qualified readers and I would truly value your opinion on this one so please leave me a comment or write me an email.

This is one case that I hope the team and I can take forward to a documentary so any input would be greatly appreciated.

Email me:

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Top: Original 1973 Fiat Camion prototype Bottom: 2016 Fiat 500 Camion commemorative vehicle

The 1973 Fiat Camion, designed by British-Italian engineer Arthur Ricci was produced by Arthur, who was living in Genoa, Switzerland, at the time, as a proposal to sell Fiat on producing a light-duty truck to rival the Citroen 2CV van. His proposal, while rejected, lead the Fiat team to hiring him on as an engineering consultant due to his high-quality work on the prototype. He was well respected by his peers after he was hired in 1974, working at FIAT until 2017, in which he retired.

The 2016 Fiat 500 Camion was a concept car produced in reference to a 1973 concept built and proposed to FIAT by British-Italian engineer Arthur Ricci. His proposal was considered, but considering the economic situation of the 1980's in Italy, the 500 Camion was actually built by the now FCA engineer Arthur Ricci, who was nearing retirement, and the engineer team wanted to build something to pay tribute to his design. He was surprised, and as a 70th birthday gift, he was allowed to keep the concept car, as it was built using a roadgoing car, rather than having been built from scratch. Arthur Ricci passed away in August 2020, of Covid-19 difficulties, at the age of 75. The 2016 Camion was left in Ricci's will, to the Centro Storico Fiat in Turin, Italy, where it rests alongside the original 1973 hand-built prototype, in as restored condition by the FIAT team, for Ricci's 70th birthday.

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Had done a cleaning through my USB-stick and found on a document this old biography of the PAW Patrol OC's I made years ago for my fanfic "PAW Patrol: New Generation. I had published it around 2015 if I'm correct.

Chester, a Bernese Mountain Dog OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Chester Species: Dog (Bernese Mountain Dog) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Police dog

Origin: Switzerland Bio: Chester was born in a small village in Canton Zurich and after a few weeks was put for adoption along with his seven siblings. He was adopted by Captain Turbot and then got introduced to the PAW Patrol. Due the many videos he got to see from Cap't Turbot about the PAW Patrol, he got interested in become a Police dog, thought the idea was to make him a rescue dog at the mountains. Thought the most of the members (Specially Chase) misjudged him, but in a mission, in which he went along with Rocky and Skye illegally, he showed what he was up to and everybody was glad about him. Quotes:   - There's no need to fear, the PAW Patrol is here! - Äuä - There's no need to fear, Chester's here! PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: megaphone, light, net, marble cannon, Vehicle: Chase’s police car (Contains orange traffic cones and a winch) Uniform: He wears a similar police uniform and has three golden chevrons on both sides of his arms and on the left side of his uniform. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Vaccination Inspiration: A Bernese mountain dog from my old school, Chase, Notes: - Chester is able to speak six languages (English, German, Swissgerman, Italian, French and Romansh) - He often forgets to use his nose, when he needs it the most - Originally he has got a red collar with white crosses, which would show the Switzerland flag. - He doesn't know anything about his family, but he knows exactly, the name of his birthplace and town, he used to live, before Adventure Bay. - Most of his quotes are similar to some heroes from TV shows or movies.

- His favourite singer is Charlie Puth.

Ash, A English Pointer dog OC from PAW Patrol Name: Ash Species: Dog (English Pointer) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Firefighter pup

Origin: United Kingdom Bio: Ash was born in England to two Pointers, that belonged to a woman, who did breed Pointers to sell them. He was sold to someone in Canada, but he got lost along with other animals during the transports in Canada and he ended up in a kennel. After a few weeks he got adopted by Ryder and became PAW Patrol’s next firepup. Quotes: - This pup is on fire!

- After Fire comes smoke, and then there will be Ash!

PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: Contains a water and foam cannon, a blanket, a metal cut scissor Vehicle: A Man based firetruck. It’s larger, than Marshall’s old firetruck and it’s ladder reach much more higher places. Uniform: A Dark blue uniform with green reflectors and a green protection helmet. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Fur razor

Inspiration: Pongo (101) Dalmatians, Underdog (Underdog), Notes: - His body stature is slim, just similar to Marshall.

Avery, an Airedale terrier Dog OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Avery Species: Dog (Airedale Terrier) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Police dog

Origin: Canada (Breed is British)

Bio: Avery and his siblings were children of two Airedale Terriers, that worked as policedogs in Edmonton. He was inspired by his parents to become a police dog and got invited along with a few of his siblings to get recruited. But one night, a stereo system had a short circuit and started to burn. Avery and two of his siblings were the only one to make it out of the burning house. Both ran away and tried to get help, but ended up getting lost. All three got lost from each other and after weeks Avery discovered, that they were dead too.

Avery tried to find food to survive, but he rarely had luck. A dog catcher found him and brought him into a kennel, where he met Milo and a few other pups and dogs.

After weeks he got adopted by Ryder along with Milo and both we’re the future members of the PAW Patrol. Quotes: - If you need a paw, you can count on me!

- I’ll be there, whenever you call! PAW Patrol equipment : Pup pack: He wears a black pup pack. (It contains a megaphone, light, net and a marble cannon.) Vehicle: A copy of Chase’s car, but black and white like from an Interceptor police car. Uniform: Black uniform with two yellow chevrons on the side. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Thunder, Fire, Inspiration: My boss’ dog, the Despicable Me 2 Trailer, Notes: - Avery and Milo are good friends and knew each other from the kennel, they were before.

Milo, A doberman OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Milo Species: Dog (Doberman) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Police dog

Origin: Canada (Breed is German) Bio: Milo lost his mother, when he was very young and stand alone on his own along with an older brother of him. They were strays and strolled around Vancouver to find food to survive. His brother got adopted by a cop and became a police dog and encouraged Milo to not give up, that he will have a home too. He ran one day a way from Vancouver, because of the streets being now more dangerous, because of a leader stray, that wants to harm other strays. Milo landed in a kennel and weeks later was adopted by Ryder along with Avery and he finally had a home and new friends. Quotes: - No matter how many miles, Milo will come! PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: Milo has two pup packs. (It has a megaphone, a light, a net and a marble cannon (Police Unit, blue pack) Contains light, net and a zip line (Spy Pack, black pack) Vehicle: Black Ford Mustang. (Roof+Seat ejector, satellite dish, spy drone, winch, screen in the inside) Uniform: Chase’s spy outfit / Other variations of outfits. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Unknown Inspiration: Milo (Sims 2 dog OC of mine), El Diablo (Beverly Hills Chihuahua), Notes: - Milo has a brother, which he hasn’t seen anymore since he left Vancouver, where he lived on the streets.

- He wanted to become a police dog and fight for justice, just like his brother.

Paulo, a Portuguese Water Dog OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Paulo Species: Dog (Portuguese Water Dog) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Lifeguard

Origin: Canada (Breed is Portuguese) Bio: Paulo was very young as he got adopted by a lovely family. One a trip he got lost and landed in a kennel, where he met Pedro. Both became great friends and ended up being adopted together by Ryder to join later the PAW Patrol. Quotes: - I’m falling in like a cannonball

- Cannonball!

- Paulo and Pedro are reporting for duty! (Along with Pedro) PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: His pup pack is orange and has on the sides his name written. (Contains: buoy launcher and scuba dive gear) Vehicle: He has an orange Lifeguard pick up based on a L200. He also uses sometimes Zuma’s old hovercraft, when they have to go over the water along with Pedro. Uniform: He wears an orange shirt with the texts “PAW Patrol Lifeguards, Pedro and Paulo” In the middle is the logo of the PAW Patrol and the words are around the symbol. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Unknown

Inspiration: Obama’s dog Bo, my hybrid dog Nina (Her fur pattern are similar to one of a Portuguese Water dog), Crash and Eddie (Ice Age), Shrek and Donkey (Shrek) Notes: - Thought he and Pedro could actually talk to each other in Portunol (Portuguese-Spanish mix), they are often talking in English.

- He sometimes uses also in the English language some words from the Portuguese language like “Amigo” (Friend) or “Mano” (Bro)

Pedro, a Spanish Water Dog OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Pedro Species: Dog (Spanish Water Dog) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Lifeguard

Origin: USA (Breed is Spanish) Bio: He had a human family, which later had twins and had not much time to give to Pedro. They took him and abandoned him in front of a kennel. He met there Paulo and both swore each others to be there for each other always and consider themselves as brothers. Both joined the PAW Patrol after Ryder’s adoption and decided both to become lifeguards, since they’re both water dogs. Quotes: - I’m going down like a torpedo

- Cannonball!

- I’m ready to get wet!

- Paulo and Pedro are reporting for duty! (Along with Paulo) PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: His pup pack is orange and has on the sides his name written. (Contains: buoy launcher and scuba dive gear) Vehicle: He has an orange Lifeguard pick up based on a L200. He also uses sometimes Zuma’s old hovercraft, when they have to go over the water along with Paulo. Uniform: He wears an orange shirt with the texts “PAW Patrol Lifeguards, Pedro and Paulo” In the middle is the logo of the PAW Patrol and the words are around the symbol. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Unknown

Inspiration: Paulo, Zuma and Tracker, Crash and Eddie (Ice Age), Shrek and Donkey (Shrek) Notes: - Thought he and Paulo could actually talk to each other in Portunol (Portuguese-Spanish mix), they are often talking in English.

- He sometimes uses also in the English language some words from the Spanish language like “Amigo” (Friend) or “Hermano” (Bro)

Annabelle, a Pug OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Annabelle Species: Dog (Pug) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Female Occupation: Construction

Origin: France (Breed is Chinese) Bio: Annabelle comes from a famous pedigree heritage, that only she knows. Captain Turbot’s cousin bought her from the breeders and shipped it to Captain Turbot and he introduced her Chester and Bianca, which were also from Europe and introduced them all the PAW Patrol and it’s positions and jobs, they could do. Since the most of the current adopted members were males, she started to act more tomboyish than girly, then decided to follow Rubble’s steps. Quotes: - Let’s dig in! PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: She has got Rubble’s pup pack suiting her body size. (It contains a shovel, a hammer, a saw and a cement shovel) Vehicle: Rubble’s Bulldozer (Improved) Uniform: Yellow vest with reflectors and a yellow hard helmet Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Rats and Mouses, Inspiration: Precious, the pug (The Nut Job), My cousin’s pug, Notes: - She’s one of the few tomboys of the gang.

- She’s a Justin Bieber fan and boy bands.

William, a Scottish Terrier OC from PAW Patrol. Name: William Species: Dog (Scottish Terrier) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Recycling + Engineering

Origin: USA (Breed is Scottish)

Bio: William was before in a dog pound in Idaho and in his cell, the most of the dogs were adults and were to be putten asleep. As a worker was about to take one of the dogs with, a second one attacked the man and all others ran away leaving the other two behind. William ran and hid in a park for pets and observed a group of eco-freaks holding a lecture about how important is recycling, interesting ways to use stuff, you would usually throw away and other ecologic stuffs. William was on his own and walked everyday a bit away from danger, until he crossed the boarders and was in Canada. After a few more days, he was being chased by a dog catcher and he got brought to a kennel, much to William’s dismay. But luckily he got adopted by Ryder and got introduced to the PAW Patrol and since he saw videos of the mixed breed Rocky, he decided to be an Eco-pup. Quotes:

- I’ll go on green! - Don’t throw it away, use it anyway! - Aye

PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: He has got Rocky’s vest, edited to suit him. (Contains a screwdriver, a saw, a driller, a claw, pliers and a wrench) Vehicle: Rocky’s recycling truck (With reduced fuel consumption, fuel is made out of natural stuffs (Like Ergas or Evologic) Uniform: Green polo shirt with a vectorized draw of the earth on the front. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Unknown

Inspiration: Jock (Lady and the Tramp), Rocky Notes: - His Scottish accent isn’t very notable, when he talks.

- He was before supposed to be a mixed breed like Rocky and his son.

- He’s the only one of the gang to nickname others and to use it.

Bianca, a West Highland White Terrier OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Bianca Species: Dog (West Highland White Terrier) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Female Occupation: Aviation

Origin: UK

Bio: Bianca belonged to a family in the UK, that earn money by dog breeding. They are known for breeding popular dogs breeds and they sold Bianca to Francois Turbot, which he then gave it to his cousin, then he did the same to Ryder. Bianca got excited from seeing, that she had a possibility to be an aviation pup, like Skye and quickly candidate herself for it. Quotes: - I’m ready to take off! PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: She has Skye’s pup pack with her wings. It was edited to suit to Bianca. Vehicle: Skye’s helicopter and a white Cessna with pink stripes on the side of the plane and on the edge of the wings. The plane is carried on with jet-like engines and has hidden in the wings propeller, that come out, in case the others fail out. The landing gear of the plane has wheels, but they can be also be taken away and then be substituted by ski, so it is able to land and take off on the snow or for water, water buoy are used instead of the skis or wheels. Uniform: She wears a white blouse and a black jacket, like regular airline pilots including a pink tie. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Skye (Formerly), Dangerous dogs and other animals Inspiration: Maria Fagerström (Female Ryanair Pilot), Skye, Notes: - She was first afraid, that Skye would be her teacher.

- Her most favourite song is called “Can’t stop the feeling” by Justin Timberlake.

Alaska, an Alaskan Malamute OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Alaska Species: Dog (Alaskan Malamute) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Female Occupation: Rescue & medical dog

Origin: Canada (Breed is Alaskan) Bio: She and her sister lived on the other side of the mountains and got lost during a heavy storm and landed on the other side, where Jake’s ski shop was. He adopted the two girls and got asked by Ryder, if they were interested in becoming PAW Patrol members. Quotes: - Feeling Sick? I’ll make your better quick!

- Snow or Ice, I’m always ready!

- If you gained some pain, just call Alaska!

- Alaska will be there, whenever you call!

PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: Alaska has two pup packs. She has Everest’s old pup pack, but it was edited to be a bit larger, since she’s taller, than Everest and has a few new thing. (The pack contains a grappling hook, a foldable snowboard with jet-drive, an ice pick, ice shoes and a salt spreading device on the end of the pack) The second pack is ice blue with a red cross on the side and is her medical pack. (It contains an X-ray, a thermometer, a bandage roll, Eosin, plasters and packaged, tooth-friendly lollipops. Vehicle: Alaska has a violet pick up snow plow with turquoise lines on the side of the vehicle. On the back bumper of the car, it has a salt spreading device and on the front it has a giant shovel. Her second vehicle is a red and white ambulance, which has a rather big longer trailer, than Marshall’s for transporting larger animals or people and in case of an emergency, to first aid in there. On the backside of the trailer and on the side is the symbol of the PAW Patrol and near the cabin of the vehicle there stands the letters “PAW” and in front of them stays “Patch up, Assist and Watch” The door has the number 002. Uniform: She wears a violet winter jacket with a hood and white fur on the sides of the hood. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Height Inspiration: Jenna, Aniu and Steele (Balto) Notes: - She and her sister Antarctica joined the PAW Patrol together.

- They live and help Jake at the mountain.

Antarctica, an Alaskan Malamute OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Antarctica Species: Dog (Alaskan Malamute) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Female Occupation: Rescue dog

Origin: Canada (Breed is Alaskan) Bio: She and her sister lived on the other side of the mountains and got lost during a heavy storm and landed on the other side, where Jake’s ski shop was. He adopted the two girls and got asked by Ryder, if they were interested in becoming PAW Patrol members. Quotes: - I’ll make sure, you’ll be okay!

- I’ll be there, whenever you call”

- Snowbody will stop me! PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: She has got a turquoise pup pack similar to Alaska’s. (The pack contains a grappling hook, a foldable snowboard with jet-drive, an ice pick, ice shoes and a salt spreading device on the end of the pack) Vehicle: A turquoise pick up snow plow with violet lines on the side of the vehicle. On the back bumper of the car, it has a salt spreading device and on the front it has a giant shovel. Uniform: She wears a turquoise winter jacket with a hood and white fur on the sides of the hood. She also wears a scarf and four boots. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Unknown

Inspiration: Steele (Balto), Antarctica Snowpaw (Penguins of Madagascar OC, that belongs to Aki-Hanna) Notes: - She joined along with Alaska the PAW Patrol.

- She lives with Alaska on the mountains with Jake.

- She has a crush on the Balto movie character Steele.

Rodrigo, a tri-colored Chihuahua OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Rodrigo Species: Dog (Chihuahua) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Tracking

Origin: Mexico Bio: He’s Tracker’s cousin, third grade from his father’s side, who used to live in Mexico. Tracker invited a few family members of him to get recruited and ten have come and to have it easier to choose the new members, he made a competition with various situations and Rodrigo was one of the two, who made it to win in everything. Quotes: - My nose won’t fail, when Rodrigo’s on the way!

PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: His pup pack is light brown colored. (It contains a grappling hook, a multi tool and a Swiss army knife, with all possible functions of an XLT army knife) Vehicle: His vehicle is a jeep similar to Tracker’s, but in brown. Uniform: He wears a brown safari shirt and a safari hat. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Feral cats like Tigers, Predators

Inspiration: Tracker, Papi (Beverly Hills Chihuahua) Notes: - Rodrigo is related with Tracker.

Juarez, a Pinscher OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Juarez Species: Dog (Pinscher) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Female Occupation: Tracking

Origin: Mexico (Breed is German) Bio: Juarez used to live near the borders of Mexico and the USA. She heard from a few Chihuahuas about the competition of Tracker and she followed them and joined in and ended up in second place and able to join the PAW Patrol along with Rodrigo. Quotes: - Sunny or rainy, nothing can stop me!

- Ninguem para este chachorro! (Nothing stops this pup) PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: Her pup pack has the color green. (It contains a grappling hook, a multitool and a Swiss army knife, with all possible functions of an XLT army knife) Vehicle: Her vehicle is a jeep similar to Tracker’s, but has the military patterns on her vehicle. Uniform: She wears a green safari shirt and a safari hat. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Feral cats like Tigers, Predators

Inspiration: Tracker Notes: - It’s not much know about Juarez’ family or owners, only that she lived at the borders.

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