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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Haunted: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Summary: This is Hotch's first case back since being stabbed by Foyet. As much as he says he's fine, he's not and he's letting his emotions affect the case in a negative way.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

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With a quick search, Penelope finds out that Darrin's state-appointed psychiatrist is Charles Cipolla. If Darrin can't get his medicine at the pharmacy then he's going to pay a visit to the one person who can prescribe him more. You three rush over to his office but you're too late. Rossi and Emily are already here along with the local police because not only is Charles dead, but another one of his patients is.

The same ripped-apart energy is all over the office. Darrin was definitely here and killed both of these men.

"His energy is falling apart faster. Soon, he's going to be killing left and right regardless if they touch him or not."

"Why can't you find him?" Hotch snaps at you.

You open your mouth to snap something back at him when Derek stops you. He knows what you're going to say so he steps in to prevent you from getting in trouble.

"She is. We all are."

Hotch scoffs and stalks off angrily. You decide to give him some time to cool off and address the mess inside instead.

"He cleaned up and changed his clothes," Lieutenant Kevin Mitchell says and holds up the bloody clothes with gloved hands. The psychiatrist's clothes are also missing which means Darrin is wearing them. "He could have dyed his hair for all I know."

"He's suffering from a psychotic break. He's not dodging us on purpose."

"If he was psychotic, why would his doctor take him off the drugs?"

"Call didn't have any history of violent behavior. Cipolla couldn't predict that would happen," Rossi says.

"Look at this place. It's a mess but it looks like Call was looking for something."

"Yeah, the drugs," Kevin scoffs.

"No, the doctor never keeps the drugs in their offices. The scrip pad is still on the desk. My guess is he came here for help."

Derek looks through the files in the cabinets but can't find Darrin's.

"His file is missing." Penelope calls Derek and he puts her on speakerphone. "Yeah, baby girl, what's going on?"

"Where's Hotch? He's not answering."

"He's outside. He's doing alright. What's up?"

"A mystery."

"Come on, not today Garcia."

"I know. Here's the deal. When I missed the antipsychotics--"

"Listen to me. That was not your fault."

"You are ever my champion, sugar, but I believe it was. Anyway, when I did that, I went back to the beginning except there is no beginning."

"What are you talking about?" you ask.

"Darrin Call didn't exist like from 1969 to 1975. There's no birth certificate, no social security, and no identity. Nothing until he was six years old."

"Was he abandoned?"

"My least three favorite words strung together... I don't know. My guess is neither does he." Rossi leaves to grab Hotch so he can hear what Penelope has to say. She does more research into Darrin that might tell her what happened to him in his early years. "On May 1, 1975, a six-year-old Darrin Call was found roaming in the middle of nowhere and was picked up. He was in state care for the first few months."

"Did he tell the cops what happened?"

"No, because he didn't talk, not for over a year. Once he started talking, he only knew his life as Darrin Call."

"That's awful," JJ sighs.

"So is this. Little Darrin was never claimed."

"Maybe he wasn't from the area. There wasn't a thriving missing children's network in 1975."

"Call is wearing Cipolla's clothing. I don't know if he's lucid or not, but he is definitely freaked out. Either way, we should update the public," Derek says to JJ.

"What is this?" the Lieutenant asks at the piece of paper JJ has.

"Call's timeline."

"He left Louisville?"

"Three times, but he always came back to the same ten-block radius."

"Why?"

"Victims are often drawn to the scene of their first trauma. Part of him wanted to escape. The other part probably struggled to find answers."

"Was he hospitalized?" Hotch asks.

"For two years starting in 1885."

"And again in '95 for a few months," Penelope adds. "For both times, he stayed at the state facility in Fayette County."

"You know he doesn't drive. Do you think he'd walk all the way out there?" Kevin asks.

"He's desperate. I think he'll find a way."

"I'll tell the sheriff in Fayette," the Lieutenant says and walks away.

"When did he start the prescriptions, Garcia?"

"In 1977 and it looks like he tried them all. I've got a list. Alphabetically, Alprazolam, Clonazepam, Diazepam--"

"Just send it."

"Yes, sir."

"His doctor weaned him off the prescription for a reason. Now, that's a big risk so the reward must have been greater."

"He needs the truth. Maybe he stopped taking the prescription on his own. He's looking for answers. He's got his file so the answers are in there."

"We need to catch up before he kills someone else."

You continue to do research with the team back at the police station. Penelope is on speakerphone with everyone trying to help.

"I found some records from child services that have him extremely physically abused. No signs of sexual assault, though."

"That's a miracle."

"Either way, the trauma was debilitating. Was he running from an abusive home or an abduction?"

"Wouldn't there be a paper trail if it were a kidnapping?" Lieutenant Mitchell asks.

"Garcia, look for unsolved missing children's cases from the 1970s."

"Okay, there's a case in Hollow Creek. The kids were dead though and were found in pieces."

"When was this?"

"'75. Nobody talks about it because they never found the guy. Do you think Call walked away from there?"

"It's possible. Garcia, send me everything."

"Done."

Can you find the case file?" Hotch asks the Lieutenant.

"I'll do what I can."

The Lieutenant leaves and returns twenty minutes later with two boxes full of stuff on the Hollow Creek case. Spencer reaches into the first box and grabs several files.

"Is there a suspect list?" JJ asks.

"It's in there somewhere."

"He was known as the Hollow Creek killer. Three bodies were found with some being never identified. There's a survivor. It's not Call, it was a 12-year-old boy named Tommy Phillips. His parents said he was missing for two weeks and came back a different kid."

"Of course, he did. Can you blame him?"

"Let's see. The family left Louisville after Tommy told police where to find the bodies. He also said the suspect was a white man in his thirties and drove a red pickup truck."

"We need to find Tommy."

"He'd be forty-six now. His parents probably changed his name and got as far away as possible."

"Garcia can find him," Hotch says with faith. "Garcia, send everything you can find on Tommy Phillips."

"Yes, sir."

"The stock boy's blade is what set him off in the pharmacy. If this is what Call's been running from, it's no wonder he's blocked it out," JJ says as she watches the footage again.

"Since he's clean now, there's no medication to block his memories and he wants answers. Where would he go?"

"To what he knows."

"He doesn't know anything. That's the problem."

"He's beginning to. He became Darrin Call at the Sterner Orphanage. I say we start there," you suggest.

You, Hotch, Emily, and the Lieutenant go over to the orphanage to see the local police already there. Darrin did come here looking for answers but ended up stabbing the woman in charge of the place. He also kidnapped a child which he hadn't done before. Derek talks to a witness who is across the street, Hotch immediately talks to the woman who was stabbed, and you study the energy. It's like it gets more unhinged the more you look at it. This kind of energy compared to the one you found at the pharmacy is way different. Both are falling apart but the one at the pharmacy is more put together than the one you see here.

"He called the boy Tommy," Hotch says after he returns from talking to the woman.

"Is that what set him off?" you ask.

"She thought it was his reflection. Whoever hurt him years ago might have been the same age he is now. He might have seen the similarity."

"What about the boy?" Rossi asks Hotch.

"His real name is Ryan. She said he was quiet and submissive."

"Is Morgan getting anything out of the other witness?"

"Not yet."

"A minivan was stolen one block from here. Call's never driven in his life. Do you think he's still not running from us?" the Lieutenant asks.

"Which way?"

"Eastbound. I got roadblocks set up everywhere. He's not getting out of this county."

"You're wasting your time," Hotch objects.

"He's outnumbered. Do you think he's gonna just disappear?"

"I think he took the boy for a reason."

"I don't care why he took him--"

"You should. Call's memory is no longer suppressed. He's reinventing his past, and unless we understand how, we're not gonna find either of them."

"I agree with Hotch," you back him up.

"I'm not gonna just sit around and speculate."

"I'm not asking you to."

"You don't think we should chase him either?" the Lieutenant asks Rossi.

"We need to get ahead of Call." The Lieutenant scoffs and leaves pissed. Emily and Rossi don't seem confident about Hotch's decision. "Hotch, a kid's missing."

"They don't need the extra manpower."

"Since when?"

"If we'd studied Foyet's initial crimes, we would have known that a survivor didn't make sense."

You sigh when he mentions Foyet. This man is obsessed with him and it won't get any better until he is apprehended. Foyet is the only reason why he can't see his own family.

"What does he have to do with this?" Emily asks carefully.

"All we had to do was stop and look at Foyet's history. We didn't and we lost two couples and a bus full of people. I'm not making that mistake again."

Hotch walks off and you address your two coworkers.

"Hotch isn't well. He's not doing okay even if he says he is."

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[minjiuhildegard]

Steel Heart

Part 1 of ?

Not my gif

English is not my native language

Patrick Jane x Oc! Irina Arkhangelsky

Summary : A murder investigation leads Patrick Jane to a military base, where he encounters not only a killer but also a woman with a heart of steel. Word count : 4.3 k

The morning was bright, with the intense sun lighting up the small province of Wyoga Lake. The road had been long, and those were Patrick's thoughts as he looked out at the landscape from the car window while Teresa drove. It had been nearly three hours on the road before they finally arrived.

When Teresa parked the car, a police officer stepped out of a vehicle parked near the barriers that separated the crime scene. He approached them as soon as he noticed the agents getting out of the car and walking toward him.

"Darrin Farr, Chief of Police," he said, extending his hand to Teresa. She shook his hand firmly. "Welcome. Are you Agent Lisbon?" he asked, giving her a keen look.

"Yes," Teresa replied with a nod. "And this is Patrick Jane."

"Hi," Patrick greeted with his laid-back, characteristic smile.

"Thanks for coming," Farr said, showing a slight smile of gratitude. "I've never called the FBI before. I want to see your work."

Both agents just smiled in response, and the police chief, seemingly understanding there was nothing more to say at that moment, began to walk toward the crime scene.

"Right," he said, tilting his head toward the body. "The victim's name is Lucy Greene," he informed them as he reached the body. "She was killed last night, around 11 p.m. Her throat was cut."

"Charming," Patrick commented with a sarcastic tone as he followed the officer, along with Lisbon.

"She had military identification," Farr added as they got closer to the body, in a more secluded spot away from the crowd. "She was active duty. A corporal," he explained while Teresa crouched beside the corpse. "She was probably stationed at Front Runyon."

"That's one miles away, right?" Teresa asked, glancing up at him as she stood up slightly.

"Yes," Farr answered nonchalantly. "Soldiers from the base come to town all the time."

"I see," Teresa murmured, looking back at the body before Patrick interrupted with another question.

"Ah, if the coroner isn't here, how do you know the time of death?" he asked, pointing at Farr while crouching beside Lucy, examining the scene.

"Someone called emergency at 11 p.m.," the officer explained. "They said a woman had been killed... in front of the church."

"Who called? Did they identify themselves?" Teresa asked, still crouched, looking at the officer intently.

"No," Farr answered. "The operator asked them to wait, that they would send a car. When she returned, the call had been disconnected."

Before anything else could be said, a sound from the street caught everyone's attention. They turned and saw a large olive-green vehicle pulling up in front of the crime scene.

"What’s this?" Teresa asked, surprised and confused by the sudden arrival.

"Military," Farr replied, as though he'd been expecting the situation.

"Figured as much," Patrick commented, watching the vehicle with a sharp gaze as the door opened and a uniformed man stepped out.

Jane stood up, followed by Teresa, who stopped beside him. Both watched as the military man approached.

"Chief Farr?" the soldier asked, calling the man, standing straight and completely ignoring the agents’ presence.

"Yes?" Farr answered, looking at him.

"Lieutenant Averill Lewis. Bravo Company, 2nd Platoon. I’m here under the command of General Arkhangelsky," the lieutenant identified himself, walking briskly toward the officer and shaking his hand firmly. "Thanks for letting us know," he said with the same tone before looking at Lucy’s body on the ground. "Damn! We’ll take over the case from here," he stated coldly as his eyes scanned the scene. Patrick and Teresa exchanged quick glances before looking back at the lieutenant, who was now being followed by other soldiers who had exited the vehicle. "They’re from our Investigation Division. Please, leave the crime scene for them."

"Lieutenant," Teresa interrupted, maintaining a professional stance. "I’m Agent Lisbon with the FBI. We’ll handle this."

"Ma’am," Lieutenant Lewis began in a serious, controlled voice, while Jane watched with an amused smile, "Corporal Greene was a medic in my platoon. It’s our responsibility."

"I understand why you feel that way," Teresa replied firmly, locking eyes with him, "but this case is ours."

"Chief Farr," the lieutenant started again, now completely ignoring Teresa’s response. "I think the decision is yours, right?"

"I was hoping your agency would send more than two people," Farr said, looking at Lisbon, clearly unsure about the situation.

"Our team is on the way," Teresa replied, a bit irritated by the lieutenant's attitude.

"Our team is here," Lewis said, once again ignoring Teresa, while Jane remained silent. "We’ve investigated homicides on four continents."

"Nice slogan," Patrick commented, with his playful tone and easy smile. "Four continents. Are these the guys?" he asked, turning toward the robust soldiers who stood with rigid posture, hands behind their backs and heads straight. "They look like they've never left Salt Lake City," he teased with a mischievous grin, before turning back to face the lieutenant.

"Who are you?" the lieutenant asked, hostility clear in his voice.

"I’m with her," Patrick replied, pointing to Teresa, who forced a quick smile, trying to maintain composure. "Lisbon, you used to play clarinet, didn’t you? What’s that tune?" he asked, pointing at a tattoo on Lucy’s ankle.

She stood up and walked to the feet of the dead woman, closely observing the musical notes tattooed there.

"Yes," she answered Patrick’s first question, still looking at the music notes. "It’s ‘Kansas City,’" she replied, turning her head to look at him, waiting for an explanation.

‘Kansas City,’ Patrick repeated quietly, before getting lost in thought for a moment. "What’s that?" he asked again, receiving curious looks from Farr and Lewis.

"You know," Teresa said before she began to hum the melody, accompanying it with hand gestures, then softly murmuring the lyrics. The reaction from the two military men was immediate, their gazes intensifying as Patrick smiled, recognizing the tune. He joined her, and they began singing together, their voices intertwining. Teresa stopped singing when she realized the two men were watching her with inquisitive stares.

"It’s really good," Patrick said with a genuine smile, clearly impressed by her talent. "Very good! ‘Kansas City’ is a blues classic. She liked blues," he concluded. "Is there a blues bar around here?"

"Cat’s Blues Bar, a few blocks away," Farr answered, pointing with his head in the direction.

"That’s where she was," Patrick said with certainty, looking around.

"Or not," Averill contradicted immediately, keeping his hostile expression, making Patrick look directly at him, his gaze challenging.

"Look at her left hand," Patrick asked in a serious tone.

"I am looking," the lieutenant replied, still trying to understand what was important there.

"If you looked a bit closer..." Patrick continued calmly but with a precise explanation, "you’d see a slight discoloration. It’s not easy to see, but if you looked at the hand in infrared... you’d clearly see a small, but stylized pink cat stamp," he explained, keeping his gaze fixed on the lieutenant, who was now examining the victim’s hand. "Like the ones they use on the doors of bars and clubs," he added, making the lieutenant look back at him. "So, Cat’s Blues Bar. Thanks," he finished, with an ironic courtesy, leaving both Lewis and Farr silent.

"Lieutenant, we can handle this," Teresa said, breaking the silence with a defiant stance.

"That’s what it seems like," Farr commented, raising his eyebrows at the lieutenant, as if asking him to wrap it up.

"If that’s your decision," Averill said casually, nodding as he turned back toward the vehicle he arrived in. "Let’s go," he said to his soldiers.

"Alright," Patrick commented, humming ‘Kansas City’ again with a satisfied smile.

"Stop that now," Teresa ordered with a light sigh and rolled eyes.

"Army of two," Patrick joked with the police chief, grinning widely.

They gathered all the available information about Lucy Greene, an exemplary soldier who had returned from Afghanistan just two months earlier. During her mission, she was awarded a medal of honor for an act of heroism: she managed to stabilize two severely injured comrades under enemy fire and protected them until the rescue team arrived. It was a feat that reflected her courage and dedication to service. Her parents, residents of New Jersey, were devastated by the news of her death.

As for the anonymous call that alerted the police, little was known. The only concrete detail was that the call had been made from a payphone located near the site where her body was found. Authorities were still waiting for the recording of the call, which Teresa had requested to be sent to her email. The momentary silence in the investigation room was filled with the sounds of papers being shuffled and keys being pressed as everyone worked to connect the pieces of the case.

"Did the victim have any close friends?" Lisbon asked, breaking the silence as she mentally analyzed the collected data.

"Yes," Cho replied, still focused on the documents spread out in front of him. After a few seconds, he added, "Her emergency contact was another doctor from the platoon, Rose Sutfin."

"Jane and I will speak to her," Teresa declared, already decided on the next steps. Before leaving, she turned to Cho and gave another direct order: "Go check the bar where she was drinking."

Turning to Fisher, she asked matter-of-factly, "Who’s our contact at Fort Runyon?"

"Lieutenant Lewis," Fisher replied calmly, briefly looking up from her papers.

"Great," Teresa commented, barely concealing her displeasure, before leaving the room to get a coffee, leaving Kim puzzled by her reaction.

The investigation was progressing in calculated steps, but the glances exchanged between the investigators revealed a growing tension. It was clear that Lucy Greene’s case was complex. Dealing with military matters was delicate in itself, but with those individuals? Extremely delicate.

The military base of Fort Runyon was immense, perhaps larger than the province where it was located. Upon arrival, they were met with stern looks and a palpable tension that seemed to permeate the air. However, no one drew Patrick Jane’s attention more than the woman he spotted while following Lieutenant Lewis alongside Teresa. She was overseeing the training of rookie cadets, issuing orders with unquestionable authority. It was impossible not to deduce that she was superior in many respects.

Tall and with an impeccable posture that exuded command, she was the very embodiment of discipline. Her curly hair, black with bluish highlights, was tied back in a large, tight bun, while her dark brown eyes seemed as deep as these were impenetrable. When they landed on Averill Lewis, these grew even darker. The contrast between the ethereal softness of her appearance and the almost cruel coldness of her expression was, to say the least, unsettling.

As they approached the base hospital, Lewis broke the silence:

“Corporal Greene worked at the hospital,” he commented, pulling Patrick back to reality and diverting his attention from that imposing figure. “Most of the doctors here hold a position there. Know that I bear no grudge about having the case taken from us…” he continued, walking with firm steps, “but I’d appreciate knowing its progress.”

Lisbon responded promptly, trying to stay focused:

“We’ll do our best,” before asking, “Did you know Lucy well?”

Lewis hesitated before replying:

“No.” His voice sounded ordinary, but he quickly added, “I took over the platoon just a few mon...”

A woman’s deep voice interrupted him abruptly:

“Lieutenant Averill Lewis.”

The strength in her tone immediately caught Patrick’s attention, making him turn his head, followed by Teresa. The voice was commanding, laden with a flawless Russian accent, which seemed to match her presence perfectly. Lewis straightened his posture almost instinctively, as if reacting to a conditioned reflex.

“General,” he quickly replied, offering a reverence that made Patrick raise his eyebrows and smile, while Teresa frowned, intrigued.

“You know, Lieutenant Lewis, I received a curious and certainly unexpected call from Police Chief Darrin Farr.” Her expression remained hard, a mask that Jane tried unsuccessfully to decipher. Observing her was like staring at a smooth wall, without any visible mark or crack. Yet Patrick felt, with conviction, that there were hidden fissures in that seemingly unshakable structure, and his curiosity was piqued to uncover them.

Even as the General’s words echoed, Jane’s mind wandered, absorbed in details. He noticed the perfect angle of her chin, her military cap positioned with precision, and the uniform adorned with medals of honor. The latter intrigued him particularly, as she did not appear old enough to boast so many achievements.

“He apologized for dismissing an investigative team sent under my command to investigate the homicide of Corporal Lucy Greene.”

The mention of the case brought Jane back to reality. He registered her accent, which he found sensual, even amid the severity of her tone. Lewis lowered his head and tensed his jaw under the General’s sharp gaze, like a reprimanded child.

Lisbon, on the other hand, remained focused, listening intently to every word from the General. Something about that dialogue seemed to foreshadow trouble.

“I thought I had been perfectly clear when I ordered you to leave this case to the local authorities. Or was I not?” The question was accompanied by a subtle raising of her eyebrow, so slight it almost went unnoticed. The movement made Lewis lower his gaze to his own feet.

“Answer when I ask you a question, Lieutenant.”

Her tone didn’t change, but the hostile authority in her speech was enough to provoke an automatic reaction from Lewis. He raised his head and answered:

“Yes, ma’am,” swallowing hard. On the side, Jane smiled more and more, clearly amused by the dynamics.

“Well, if I was clear, why did I receive that call?” she pressed. Her impassivity remained, and her attention was entirely focused on Lewis, still ignoring Jane and Lisbon.

Lewis seemed to struggle against the intimidation. Standing a few feet away, Patrick and Teresa watched the scene while the General suffocated the Lieutenant with her unyielding, predatory gaze, like that of a hawk.

Jane, observing, noted that Averill seemed to suppress his fear, though his body betrayed him. The mentalist was fascinated by the General’s presence. She was intimidating in an almost natural way, a dazzling figure whose aura of command defied any resistance.

“I asked you a question, Lieutenant Lewis. Answer.” Her tone was unchanging, her posture rigid, and each word carried a calculated weight. Jane remained intrigued, noting the nuances in her eyes, which seemed to hold a mysterious fire.

Lewis finally replied hesitantly:

“Because I led the investigative team to the city to handle Corporal Greene’s case.”

“Excuse me…” Teresa tried to intervene, but a simple gesture from the General, with her open palm, silenced her.

“Let me correct your answer, Lieutenant Lewis.” She spoke slowly, almost like distilling venom. “You disobeyed a direct command from your General… again.”

The tension was increasing. Jane, oblivious to the growing discomfort, seemed to enjoy himself more and more. He was relishing watching Averill in that embarrassing situation, but his true curiosity was fixed on that woman.

“I apologize, General Arkhangelsky.” Lewis’s voice carried a failing attempt to conceal his nervousness.

“I hope this apology is more sincere than the last, Lieutenant.” She approached with calculated steps, stopping directly in front of him. “I’d hate to have the work of signing your demotion after having signed your promotion so recently.”

Patrick observed her every move, analyzing the military precision even in the smallest gestures she didn’t even seem aware of.

“Remember your place, Lieutenant, and… above all, mine.” She concluded, looking him directly in the eyes without wavering. “You have work to do with the new cadets in training. I’ll handle the visitors from here.”

Lewis responded with a “Yes, ma’am” before leaving, visibly displeased.

The General turned to Teresa, who promptly tried to initiate a greeting. Jane, however, stepped forward, interrupting her. He extended his hand with a warm smile:

“Patrick Jane, consultant.”

The General evaluated him briefly before shaking his hand coldly and formally, cold even on such a hot day. For that brief moment, he was close enough to catch her scent.

What is that? Cherry? Roses? Both?, he wondered. However, she simply ignored him afterward, turning to greet Teresa in the same manner.

“General Irina Arkhangelsky. I was informed that Fort Runyon should cooperate with your investigation.”

Still intrigued, Jane noticed that her impassiveness was even more unsettling than her appearance. He tried to make conversation:

“Cooperation would be great. You have a beautiful name, General, as unmistakable as your lovely accent… Care to grab a coffee? I know some great coffee shops here in Salt Lake.”

Lisbon quickly intervened, her eyes wide:

“Don’t mind him,” she said, laughing nervously. “I’m Special Agent Lisbon, FBI.”

The General didn’t reply, nor did she show any reaction to Jane’s charm. She merely gestured for them to follow her to the hospital. Patrick, however, knew he had found a new one mystery: to decipher her, even if it was like deciphering a wall. To him, the General was like a fortress—and he was determined to find the key.

"Corporal Sutfin is conducting inventory," Irina said after a long period of silence, her footsteps echoing through the narrow, orderly corridors. Each of her movements was robotic, as though she had rehearsed the routine countless times and could now walk those halls with her eyes closed. At every corner they turned, soldiers adjusted their posture, puffing out their chests in automatic reverence, only to be ignored by the General. Patrick followed closely behind, quickly skipping to keep up with her, which contrasted with her firm march, while his carefree smile seemed glued to his face. Teresa, on the other hand, trailed behind, huffing, clearly irritated by the brisk pace.

Irina stopped in front of a gray metal door. It showed no signs of wear, despite constant use. She opened it with a firm motion. Without saying a word, she stood still, waiting for them to enter.

"Thank you." Lisbon said, walking past Patrick and her, quickly stepping into the room.

The General followed Teresa with a clinical, impassive gaze before turning to the blond man who, instead of entering, decided to approach her.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Jane?" she asked, her voice cold as steel, her eyes, burning with their own emotionless void, scanning him with machine-like precision, never lingering on anything twice. These were the same eyes that had intimidated Lewis minutes earlier.

"You don't have to be so formal, General. You can call me Patrick," he replied, his tone light and relaxed, the unwavering smile framing his face. Holding the door open with one hand slightly above her head, he leaned forward slightly, using the moment to take in her distinct scent. "It would be rude of me not to hold the door for a lady, especially one so beautiful as you are."

Patrick’s smile widened, but as expected, he received no reaction.

The brunette didn’t respond, turning without hesitation and stepping into the room, leaving him alone, still holding the door. He watched as her figure, perfectly composed with an impeccable silhouette, even in uniform, walked away. Despite the lack of reciprocity, his smile remained fixed on his face as he followed her.

"Corporal Sutfin." Her voice cut through the air, drawing the attention of a short blonde woman who quickly turned around, clearly startled—likely expecting Lewis, not Arkhangelsky.

"General." The response came with an almost mechanical movement as she stood at attention.

"Corporal." Jane greeted her, casting an assessing glance her way.

"At ease, Corporal," Irina ordered with crisp efficiency, though Rose’s posture didn’t relax. "These are the investigators I trust Lieutenant Lewis had the competence to inform you about. Assist them as needed."

"Yes, ma’am," Sutfin replied, nodding slightly before the General turned to leave them alone.

"You still haven’t answered my invitation, General." Patrick’s voice rang out loudly, cutting through the silence just as she was crossing the threshold. Irina neither turned nor slowed her pace, ignoring the provocation without hesitation. "Alright, you can answer later, if you like," he added, still smiling.

Jane's informal and provocative manner of addressing the stern Slavic woman caused Sutfin to look at him with a mixture of horror and disbelief. Teresa, meanwhile, huffed, exasperated for what felt like the hundredth time in a few seconds, though she suspected it might somehow relate to the case.

"Which one was Lucy’s locker?" Patrick asked, straightening his posture and shifting his playful expression to something more serious, though the smile never fully left his face, and his posture remained casual.

"Number 116," Sutfin replied, moving to one of the lockers aligned on the wall and pointing at an open one. "Over there. I already had it unlocked for you."

"Oh, thank you." Patrick leaned in to examine the locker’s interior. Every detail was meticulously organized, almost spotless.

"How long had you known Lucy?" Lisbon asked, crossing her arms as she observed the interaction.

"Two years," Sutfin replied quickly but with a touch of nostalgia. "Since my first deployment to Afghanistan."

"What was she like?" Patrick asked again, his gaze fixed on her.

"Smart. Very disciplined. General Arkhangelsky liked her, and she doesn’t like nearly anyone." Sutfin responded without hesitation, but her tone carried a tacit respect. "Even before Afghanistan, the General said she appreciated her work and that Lucy didn’t have to learn from mistakes. She didn’t make any."

"Well, discipline comes at a price," Patrick remarked, glancing briefly at the door Irina had exited moments earlier. He mentally noted her appreciation for order, which was already evident, but he wanted to know the price she paid for it. Turning his attention back to the corporal, he asked, "What did she struggle with?"

"People, I think," Sutfin replied after a moment of reflection. "The guys in the unit, mostly. She was the first to admit she was addicted to the rules. Really detail-oriented." She paused to sniff slightly. "She would point out our mistakes—not everyone likes that, especially the mens."

"Did you defend her?" Patrick asked, his voice a little softer but still incisive.

"I tried," she whispered. "She looked out for me."

"Did anything unusual happen recently?" Teresa intervened this time, breaking the moment.

"Someone was sending her flowers," Sutfin revealed thoughtfully. "Someone from the clinic. She didn’t say who it was. I think she was worried."

"What clinic?" Lisbon asked, narrowing her eyes.

"The psychology clinic," the corporal replied simply. "If she wasn’t here, she was accompanying the General there. You should talk to Dr. Bowman." She paused before adding, "He was her supervisor when the General couldn’t go with her."

Teresa took a few steps to the side, answering her ringing phone. "Excuse me," she muttered as she walked away.

"Is that all?" Sutfin asked, looking directly at Patrick, whose expression had returned to a more relaxed demeanor.

"Oh, yes," he replied after a brief silence, then gave her a steady look. "Unless you want to talk about that other thing."

"What?" The confusion on the corporal’s face was genuine, but there was something more. She seemed uncomfortable.

"The one you didn’t want me to ask about." Patrick’s brief smile gave his statement an even more enigmatic tone.

"I don’t know what that is," she replied, trying to remain impassive.

Patrick narrowed his eyes slightly, analyzing every detail of her reaction. "Neither do I." He took a few steps toward the door but stopped abruptly, spinning on his heels. "Actually, there’s one more thing I’m curious about."

"What is it?" she asked, now visibly tense.

"Your General. Irina Arkhangelsky." He pronounced the name slowly, watching her reaction.

"Is she a suspect?" Her voice trembled slightly, laden with panic. It was clear she admired Irina and would defend her tooth and nail.

"Oh, no, no," he chuckled softly, brushing off the idea. "I’m just curious, to say the least. What do you know about her?"

"Ah." Sutfin exhaled, relieved but still disconcerted. "I think everyone inside and outside the base has that curiosity. No one knows much about her, to be honest." She paused, as if searching her memory. "The only person who knew anything about her was the former General, Armand Russell. He retired due to age and passed the position to her. His son, Theodore Russell, was a medic here, and she was close to them."

"Was?" Patrick arched an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued.

"Well…" Sutfin hesitated, casting a nervous glance at the door. "He died in Afghanistan in a terrorist explosion with six other injured soldiers about three years ago. There were a lot of rumors about Corporal Russell and General Arkhangelsky when she was still a lieutenant."

"What kind of rumors?" he pressed.

"I only heard a few, one about them being half-siblings, because they looked alike—the only big difference being their eye color; his were blue like marbles," she explained under Patrick’s watchful gaze. "And there was another about them having a secret relationship. From what Lucy told me, they were protective of each other, and Theodore always managed to steal hugs from her. At his funeral, they said she shed a few tears, and after that, she took almost a year off. When she returned, it was like her heart was made of steel. No one ever found out why. When she came back, she became the General."

Patrick considered this for a moment, his mind already forming new connections—though too many to draw a conclusion just yet. Even if Irina kept her pieces hidden, he knew he would find where she had hidden them.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Rose." He concluded with his characteristic smile, leaving the room without waiting for a response, leaving her even more perplexed.

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[sheiyavlad]

Omg I LOVE YOUR DAMIJON BARISTA AU!!💗💕💗💓💓💓💗I'm coming up with my batfam oc Darrian(Darrin was the baby from 1980s comic son of demon made from Bruce and talia pure love,but talia had to fake miscarriage and let baby be adopted.) Darrian was Groomed,probed,and trained to be a new dick grayson, plus all Robins together(tim,Stephanie and jason.) The court of owls did...Stuff to her,Change her form,Etc. and she is sidekick to Owlman. Also she has little bro who was Ra's al ghul and Evelyn Gryace's child from comic Bride of demon. Dari is like the nice pre-version of the robins,but still have there grown up traits and she can turn into a boy. I'd love to tell you more about Dari if you would like!:)

I would love that!! Sorry this is a terribly late answer but that's a cute idea (owl man was one of my first crushes lol 👉👈)

I have a couple of ocs too but not that comfortable sharing them yet... Tho my comics Damian al ghul is kindaaaa an oc right?

[reasoningdaily]

Listen to this article here

Darrin Bell, a renowned cartoonist and 2019 recipient of the Pulitzer Prize for editorial cartooning, released his graphic memoir “The Talk” on June 6th. Throughout 352 pages, Bell recounts his own personal experiences with racism and expresses the importance of Black families having conversations about racism to prepare their children for the harsh realities of the world.

Bell explained that his motivation for creating “The Talk” stemmed from the tragic murder of George Floyd. Although he had initially been working on a different book, a profound conversation with his editor prompted him to create a work that would speak to this prevailing issue.

During a Q&A with Shelf Awareness Bell explained that he felt compelled to release the book at a time when racial discourse occupied the national spotlight, recognizing the limited duration of time in which the subject would be at the forefront of white Americans’ attention.

Launching “The Talk” with Darrin Bell

Bell drew inspiration for ‘The Talk’ through introspection on his first conversations about racism with his mother at the tender age of six, and its lasting impact on his perspective as a father, prompting him to address the subject with his son.

Bell shared that through brainstorming with his editor regarding the book’s topic he said to her, “I was six when my mom gave me the talk, and my son is six now and I’m having to deal with whether I think he’s ready for it,” to which she responded, “That’s the book.” 

Aware that his son would inevitably confront the harsh realities of racism, Bell sought to arm him with the knowledge and understanding necessary to face such challenges head-on.

Initially, he grappled with providing his son honest answers about incidents of racism he inquired about. “I told him the most optimistic thing, which is that maybe this push for justice is finally going to stick, and what I didn’t tell him was that I was thinking of all the times when it didn’t stick,” Bell revealed.

Gary Trudeau, the creator of the Doonesbury comic strip, commended Bell for his ability to provide an invaluable perspective through his book.

“Bell is the Ta-Nehisi Coates of comics, an indispensable explainer of how it feels to grow up in a world that repeatedly treats you as other. The talk with my white sons boiled down to ‘Be kind.’ It’s hard to overstate the distance between that admonition and ‘Stay alive’,” Trudeau said.

Reliving trauma to share triumph

Bell shared that every scene in the book is his favorite. He explained that the first draft of “The Talk” spanned 640 pages and to decrease the page count he kept only his most exceptional work. Drawing and writing about many of the book’s events proved challenging for Bell, as it forced him to relive traumatic moments from his past.

Throughout the memoir, Bell incorporates various illustrations of vicious dogs. He revealed that his first traumatic experience involved being stalked by dogs, and he believed that incorporating them in the book served as a powerful metaphor for the emotional turmoil he endured.

“The feeling I had when those dogs were stalking me was the exact same feeling I had when I was faced with authorities when I would run into the police, and when teachers would come down on me,” Bell shared.

For Bell, the chapter in which he met his wife offered a much-needed sense of solace.

“I was going through all of these incidents that I had spent my whole life trying not to remember. So when I made it through all that dark and traumatic material and made it to the chapter with my wife it felt as if I was falling in love with her all over again,” Bell said. 

Validating experiences

Ultimately, Darrin Bell aims to convey a multi-layered message to his readers. He hopes that non-Black readers, as well as those struggling to empathize with the Black community, can utilize his book as a means of stepping into his shoes. 

He hopes to empower Black parents who may feel hesitant about discussing racism with their children by offering them courage through his book. Bell revealed that his father struggled to share his experiences and avoided having ‘the talk’.

Now, as a father himself, Bell understands the challenges of approaching such conversations. “He probably looked at me and saw this little kid who was still innocent, and still believed in magic and still believed that the whole world loved him. And he didn’t want to take away any of that innocence,” Bell explains.

Additionally, Bell aspires for his book to validate the experiences of children who can relate to him. He acknowledges that people often dispute accusations of racism, offering alternative explanations to dismiss or downplay these situations. With his memoir, Bell aims to provide children with comfort, assuring them that their experiences are real and not merely figments of their imagination.

[geekcavepodcast]

Geek Cave Podcast 153.1 | COMICS | The Fridging of Ms. Marvel

This month, Darrin reacts to a few good comics (Turtle Bread, Superman: Warworld Saga, and Batman: Failsafe) plus one very bad one (Amazing Spider-Man #26). Justin takes a look at "Six-Gun Gorilla," and we answer a question from our Discord users.

We're raising money for Children's Miracle Network hospitals through Extra Life! Details: https://www.extra-life.org/index.cfm?fuseaction=donorDrive.team&teamID=63986

Download and listen today on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, iHeart, Stitcher, Goodpods, and more of your favorite podcast services!

(Normally, we’d embed the audio here, but either Tumblr or Podbean aren’t playing nicely)

[writerleo86]

Armor Champions - Season 5 Act 1 - Episode 209 (Do Not Copy) - 04.28.2024

    Moments later, the wicked boy remained by the left side of the being who had his arms folded before him. And they both stared at the beautiful Violet City while standing on a grassy hill.

    The boy asked "How are you feeling?"

    The creature who appeared as a male humanoid with khaki skin, short blond hair, and a well-built body. He wore his four medallions underneath an old white shirt which had two long sleeves and a large V-neck revealing the middle of his chest. A large golden brace was worn around both his wrists. He also wore a pair of black-leathered pants with a thick black belt that had a large golden circle as the buckle. And he had on a pair of short black boots.

    The man answered in a stern voice "I still feel a little drowsy."

    The boy shook his head with a wicked smile and implied "It has been so long until I had discovered your exact location. You must be hungry."

    "Reiko?" asked the man. "Why did you wait until now to resurrect me?"

    The boy now known as Reiko shrugged his arms and responded "Well, I wanted to wait for the Son of the Hero Spellbinder to rise as an older warrior for you to battle."

    "Darrin Kaballa?" called the man.

    Reiko informed him "His son, the noble Jede Kaballa, will be your next to destroy. I know for a fact that he is guarding the Key. I also know that his allies will not be easy to defeat."

    The man continued to look forward with his emotionless pink eyes as he said "Jede Kaballa. He must die in order to possess the Key."

    Reiko stated "If we were to capture the Key, I would be able to find it -- the Last Ambrosia. This was left by the Olympians. With the power from the godly food, I will be able to conquer or destroy one realm instantly."

    Next, the man balled his right hand into a fist.

    "Tell me," He demanded. "Educate me on the appearance of who we seek along with how powerful they are."

    And Reiko reported "The Key was born in a precious soul belonging to a mortal boy. I have seen him. He is a teenager with light skin, angelic blue eyes, and long light-blue hair. One place you can find him is Violet City High School. Another is an old mansion belonging our prey, Jede Kaballa. The third location is a local store called The Box which is managed by one of his close relatives. And the last would be where he lives which is a farmhouse outside of the city."

    The man slowly floated into the air as he told the boy "I shall capture our precious key immediately."

    "Hey!" warned Reiko. "Jede Kaballa and his friends are tough as they are unpredictable."

    "And why should I fear a group of more beings?" questioned the man.

    Then Young Reiko gave a sinister smirk and commented "Indeed. I forget that you are just as strong as you are unpredictable. You will do a fine job against those champions, Aslan Coradusku."

    And the man continued to float upward as he gave a wicked smile.

Armor Champions Season 5 -- Episode 209:  Time With the Martin Family

    An hour later, Camerion had taken his friend Nickel Anderson with him to a large house which was in the middle of a beautiful farm.

    Camerion wore a black shirt with long gray sleeves, tight light-blue jeans, short white boots, and a black headband.

    Nickel had on a long-sleeved light-blue shirt, khaki shorts, white socks, brown shoes, and his goggles around his forehead.

    On the front porch of the farmhouse stood Camerion's parents.

    The parent standing at the left side was his father named Jonathan Martin. He was an older man with fine skin and light-blue eyes. He had dark-gray hair that was short and slicked back. And he was well-built like a soldier. He wore a white T-shirt, long light-blue jeans with a brown belt that had a silver circular buckle, and a pair of light-brown boots.

    The other standing at the right side was Camerion's mother named Tori. She was an Asian woman with fair skin and silver eyes. She had short light-blue hair with the top part combed to the right while the rest were down. And she didn't wear any makeup. She did wear a long-sleeved purple shirt with the collar revealing the lower part of her neck. She also had on a long light-blue skirt and short dark-brown boots with high heels. And she had on a thin silver necklace.

    The two boys hurried onto the front porch. And Camerion introduced his friend to his parents.

    "Mom! Dad! This is my friend from school. His name is Nickel Anderson."

    Camerion told Nickel "These are my Mom and Dad."

    Both Nickel and Jonathan walked toward each other and shook one another's right hand.

    "Welcome to our home," greeted Jonathan.

    And Camerion told his new friend "I'll show you inside. My mom's makin' dinner tonight."

    The boys finally walked inside along with the parents.

    Meanwhile, the villainous Aslan Coradusku had watched from behind the large clouds in the sky.

    Minutes later, Camerion found his mother throwing quick punches at the center of their backyard.

    Tori now wore a long pink T-shirt, tight white jeans, and her dark-brown boots.

    Then Nickel walked outside and saw the woman training as well. He continued watching how Tori trained herself by throwing out quick punches and front-kicks.

    "What's wrong Nickel?" asked Camerion.

    Nickel gave a large smile and cried "Wow! You never told me Blue Aino was your mom!"

    "Blue Aino?" questioned Camerion.

    Tori blushed as she gave a soft laugh.

    And she replied "One of the famous martial-artists in Japan. Yep, I'm her."

    Tori informed her son "You were too young when I still fought in shows for extra money. I went by the name Blue Aino so no one knew that an ordinary mother was actually a well-known karate-ka."

    "Wait?" cried Camerion. "You used your maiden name in fights?"

    Tori leaned her face to the boys and told them "I didn't want your dad to find out where I got the extra cash. I didn't want him worrying about me."

    Nickel gave his right thumb up while giving out his big smile.

    And Camerion commented "I guess that's where some of your trophies came from."

    Nickel replied "I'm a karate-ka myself. Not only I was trained in Shotokan, but I collected Fighter Cards. I have two Blue Aino cards right now."

    "Fighter Cards?" questioned Tori. "They still have tournaments?"

    "Every twice a year," Nickel told her. "I won fourth place last year."

    Camerion gave a quick laugh and commented "I gave up that game a few years ago. I guess I didn't have the knack for it."

    Then Tori asked Nickel "So you know Karate too?"

    Nickel gave another large smirk and bragged "Since I was six. My dad's a lawyer. So we traveled everywhere on Planet Earth including China, the Koreas, and Japan. I learned many versions of Shotokan. I'm pretty well-versed."

    He turned to Camerion and asked "Do you know have any fighting skills?"

    "Actually yeah," stated Camerion. "Since I could walk, I was taught Tae Kwon Do by my dad and Karate by Mom here. I think I favor Tae Kwon Do because of the many attack ranges."

    "Now that's cool!" commented Nickel. "Your dad's a fighter too! And your mom! You have the best of both worlds here!"

    Suddenly, they heard a loud yell coming from inside the house.

    "Dad?" cried Camerion.

    "What the hell's that?" yelled Nickel.

    The fighter Tori readied herself once she turned around.

    And she told Camerion "I think it's your dad!"

    Both boys faced the house and Nickel yelled "What's happening?"

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“That’s horrible wording! It’s too vague! What does it mean by ‘technology,’ Darrin?!” I ask, aware that the answer is probably going to give me a headache.

“You know, technology!” says Darrin, gesturing vaguely.

“Darrin! A fucking wheel is technology! Goddamn it, even CLOTHES are technology!”

“Well obviously not like that kind, that would be silly. Like advanced technology,” says Darrin, still fully unaware of the problems this will no doubt cause.

“Darrin. You sweet, stupid, walnut brained creature. We’ve been over this. You have to really really specific with your spells! You can’t be vague! They need clarity!” It is not the first time I’ve had to go over this with Darrin since agreeing to the mentorship. I’m beginning to think mentoring Darrin was a mistake.

“Okay well I think technology is pretty clear!”

“Darrin. You didn’t even specify the ‘advanced’ part. Let alone the hot mess that is figuring out what the Magic would define as ‘advanced’ or ‘technology!’ You’ve just created a spell that’s going to reduce everything in its field to just… fucking being outside naked with no way to fix it except walking outside the field of the spell. Come to think out it, how big a field does your genius new spell affect?”

“About three miles!” said Darrin, cheerfully.

“DARRIN!!”

“The anti-technology spell stops technology from working. What’s so confusing about this?”

[real-team-luster]

An Unexpected Visitor: Part 2

Darrin is flabbergasted.

For a moment, he simply has nothing to say to Grant's statement. After a silence stretching just long enough to become awkward, he fumbles out a response.

"A-A Gym Leader position? Are you quite certain?" Darrin says, eyes wide. "I, well, of course I wouldn't deny if I were to be asked, and yet, that is to say-"

Grant raises a hand to silence him. Darrin shuts his mouth.

"There's no need to answer right away, Mr. Scintiller." He says coolly. "If you were to accept, we'd need to consult the other Leaders, not to mention the Elite Four, Champion, and government officials. It would be a lengthy process. I only wanted to see how interested you'd be."

"W-well, I'd be honored, of course." Darrin blustered. "But you don't think I'm just a little bit... out of my prime?"

"Perhaps." Grant admitted. "So are Ramos and Wulfric, but you don't see either of them planning to retire. I believe you have the spirit of a great Gym Leader, but please, take some time to consider my offer."

"Of course, I will." Darrin nodded. He was a little surprised when Grant got up from the couch and walked to the door, but of course the Cyllage Gym Leader would be busy.

"I understand your organization must demand much of your attention at present." Grant said. "But remember you do not have to pick one commitment or the other."

And with that, he was gone. Though the conversation had lasted all of five minutes, Darrin would be mulling it over for hours yet. Had he said the right thing? Would it have been smarter to just accept Grant's offer right away?

To be frank, he wasn't even sure he'd make a good Gym Leader. His Pokemon were made for work in the mines, not constant battle. He'd have to assemble a new team, and that would take ages.

Darrin sighed and slumped down on the couch. Goodness, his head hurt. He could really use a vacation.

[ineffable-opinions]

Before Pit Babe (2023) there was

Paternity Leave (2015)

and many others.

Comedy · Drama · Romance · LGBT

Synopsis: Matt Riddlehoover's Paternity Leave is a romantic comedy about Greg, Ken, and a moment of passion on the eve of their four year anniversary that changes the course of their lives forever. Greg begins feeling nauseated, fatigued, moody and – most unfortunately – fat. At his wit's end and Ken's insistence, he sees a doctor who's stumped and refers the couple to a specialist. To everyone's amazement, Greg is pregnant. Shock, stress, and fear settle in, and Greg's relationship gets put to the ultimate test. Paternity Leave poses a modern answer to the age old question: "Are we ready to be parents?"

Starring: Jacob York, Charlie David, Chris Salvatore, Britten Tillinghast, Darrin Otto Directed by: Matt Riddlehoover

Where to watch: Tubi TV ; GagaOOLala

Warning: not recommended for people with emetophobia.

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There are legends from cultures across the globe that involves "mpreg". My favorites are those about Hindu deities Vishnu and Shivan, especially birth of Ayyappan/Shastavu.

Within modern speculative fiction genre, there is wide variety of pregnancy shenanigans. However, most of the live-action narratives involve cis-male protagonists with majority of them involved in heterosexual pairings.

[s3899602]

Blog #5 - Week 4

Sound

I want to borrow a recorder to go out and record running on grass, most likely at a park, and layer with wind and breathing to create a running scene. I want to see how the lights work with this, and how exhilarating it can possibly get. I have to have a little draft by Thursday morning. Soundsnap has been very helpful with collecting sounds for the wind, I have mostly got that part all sorted. I want all the sounds to build at the end, but I will need to add the rest of the sounds first. I’m hoping to get around 4-5 minutes, so I think I will start with more of a serene but happy feeling for the first 1-1.5 mins and then start the ‘running’, which will build for about 3 minutes. With the ending, I’m not sure if I want to keep it exciting or resolve everything with something more calm, but this is something that I will need to test in the Capitol I think. 

Lighting 

I think Nik and Darrin are right and I should probably use a colour other than yellow as my main ‘exhilarating’ colour. Last week I did some lighting tests for UDP, and I really liked the pink, orange and yellow ‘flowers’ that Sara wanted for her show. I will have to test it out next week once I have some audio but I think using multiple colours simultaneously could be interesting.

I know emotional investment is important to feel exhilarated faster, so I thought possibly the lighting could start to follow the sound effects at some point, like the walls for running (green or red), the arch for breathing (blue) and the ceiling/everywhere else I’ll have wind blowing around. Not sure if this would be too much, but it’s definitely something I want to try so I will create something for each of my ideas on Tuesday and play them separately in the Capital on Thursday morning.

Research

Willibald Ruch’s study ‘State and trait cheerfulness and the induction of exhilaration’ states that ‘high levels of cheerful mood were considered to represent a state of enhanced readiness to respond to an appropriate stimulus with exhilaration and laughter.’ (Ruch, 1997)

So, I think it’s important to get everyone I can into a more cheerful state before I begin to increase the excitement in my piece. 

Upside Down People 

See what’s happening with the meeting and if Sara is in Melbourne or if it will be on Zoom

Create the rest of the lights that Sara might want in Pharos

The excel sheet says there is meant to be a meeting on Thursday.

Presentations 

I really enjoyed listening to the presentations from everyone this week. I’m not a very good public speaker, so it was very inspiring to listen to the people who were very engaging and comfortable talking about their ideas in front of everyone! 

Answers to questions from last week

Is there any way to copy and paste a light to a different location or can you only copy and paste on the same line? Answer - You can’t do this in Pharos, possibly might be able to do it with a mouse but I’d need to buy a mouse. 

Can I use something that’s copyrighted? Answer - Yes, at least other people are. This might be a good option.

Questions

Why do some presets not work when we drag them over? Do they work differently?

Research for next week

How to minimise background noise when recording running (on grass) with a zoom recorder :)

[gettingready2read]

Whose Egg is That? by Darrin P. Lunde

This is a nice back-and-forth book, perfect for conversation with a caregiver.

The left side has large letters and simple words. The right side has smaller font with explanatory sentences. It's a question-and-answer style, with much repetition: “Whose egg is that?” “A robin's.” “Whose egg is that?” “A penguin's.”

Learn about animals and their eggs, all in this gentle conversational style.

Check out Whose Egg is That from LCPL

This book helps kids build:

Print Motivation: Because learning is fun! This books can spark interest in book-learning and the natural world.

Narrative Skills: There is NO narrative in this plotless book, but there IS much repetition; consequently there is a pattern and the chance for the book to play around with expectations.

Letter Knowledge: Simple words, large font, and the chance to repeat and learn

Vocabulary: Learn animals and the words that describe them.

This book will help kids practice talking, reading, and playing. The book itself can be a conversation, and it is also a guessing game. Can you find clues in the pictures?

Extend the book with themed play!

A sensory bin offers a tactile and hands-on experience. Take any kind of container—wide, shallow bins are nice, but even a bucket will do—and fill it with themed items that are fun to touch.

I used bird seed as my base, since it has an unusual texture, and it is easy to bury things in it and dig them up again.

I also put in a variety of objects. Eggs, of course, were first; and these are hollow, so that I could hide surprises inside them.

I used magnet letters, stuffed animals, straw, and even pine cones and seashells.

Kids will enjoy this sort of open-ended play, and so much of it supports early literacy: kids talk and play, and they make up stories about the toys and hidden items, and they even interact with letters and words.

[i-should-be-making-homework]

as opposed to a destiel canon again post? fun fact tHEy deciphered the Zodiac KilLlers note. :) have fun with this fun fact I learned from a destiel canon again Post. May you havE a good rest of your day.

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