#not only has it all been presented to you as “this started in 1947 or 48! the Jews stole all the land! it's been genocide ever since!”

[infiniteglitterfall]

Me, looking through books on Palestine: "Ilan Pappé wrote one called 'The Biggest Prison On Earth?!' People in Gaza hate it being called a prison. There's an entire hashtag for it. There's been an account dedicated to collecting pics and videos of #TheGazaYouDontSee for 6 years.

"Is Pappé even Palestinian? oh god wait I can tell already. this is gonna be an 'Israeli apologist' isn't it." Internet: "Yeah, Pappé's Israeli."

Me: "For fuck's--- so people will believe Israelis unquestioningly if they're shit-talking Israel, but in all other situations, Israelis are all liars?"

Internet: "Pretty much. Also, at best, Ilan Pappé must be one of the world’s sloppiest historians."

Me, admittedly in full schadenfreude now: "What?!?!"

Internet: "Benny Morris. That historian who's extremely hard-core about primary source documentation, who wrote that detailed book about how and why each group of Palestinian refugees left in 1947-9. He reviewed three books about Palestine."

Me: "Holy shit. And the book by Pappé is about the Husaynis. The family that Nazi war criminal Amin al-Husseini came from, the guy who fucked absolutely everything up for both Israel and Palestine."

Internet: "That's the one. Morris wrote, 'At best, Ilan Pappe must be one of the world’s sloppiest historians; at worst, one of the most dishonest. In truth, he probably merits a place somewhere between the two.'"

Me: "Why??"

Internet: "He says, 'Here is a clear and typical example—in detail, which is where the devil resides—of Pappe’s handiwork. I take this example from The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine'....

"Blah blah blah, basically in 1947 the UN voted to partition the land into Palestine and Israel, and extremist militias started shooting at Jewish towns and people. David Ben-Gurion was the leader of the Jewish community there, and his journal describes a visit from a scientist named Aharon Katzir, telling him about an experiment codenamed "Shimshon." Morris gives us the journal entry:

...An experiment was conducted on animals. The researchers were clothed in gas masks and suit. The suit costs 20 grush, the mask about 20 grush (all must be bought immediately). The operation [or experiment] went well. No animal died, the [animals] remained dazzled [as when a car’s headlights dazzle an oncoming driver] for 24 hours. There are some 50 kilos [of the gas]. [They] were moved to Tel Aviv. The [production] equipment is being moved here. On the laboratory level, some 20 kilos can be produced per day.

"Morris says, 'This is the only accessible source that exists, to the best of my knowledge, about the meeting and the gas experiment, and it is the sole source cited by Pappe for his description of the meeting and the "Shimshon" project. But this is how Pappe gives the passage in English:

Katzir reported to Ben-Gurion: 'We are experimenting with animals. Our researchers were wearing gas masks and adequate outfit. Good results. The animals did not die (they were just blinded). We can produce 20 kilos a day of this stuff.'

"'The translation is flecked with inaccuracies, but the outrage is in Pappe’s perversion of "dazzled," or sunveru, to "blinded"—in Hebrew "blinded" would be uvru, the verb not used by Ben-Gurion—coupled with the willful omission of the qualifier '"for 24 hours."'

"'Pappe’s version of this text is driven by something other than linguistic and historiographical accuracy. Published in English for the English-speaking world, where animal-lovers are legion and deliberately blinding animals would be regarded as a barbaric act, the passage, as published by Pappe, cannot fail to provoke a strong aversion to Ben-Gurion and to Israel.

"'Such distortions, large and small, characterize almost every page of The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine. So I should add, to make the historical context perfectly clear, that no gas was ever used in the war of 1948 by any of the participants. [Or, he later notes, by either Israel or Palestine ever.] Pappe never tells the reader this.

"'Raising the subject of gas is historical irrelevance. But the paragraph will dangle in the reader’s imagination as a dark possibility, or worse, a dark reality: the Jews, gassed by the Nazis three years before, were about to gas, or were gassing, Arabs.'"

Me: "Uuuuggghhhhhhhhh. Yeah, it will."

Internet: "He does say, 'Palestinian Dynasty was a good idea.' Then he does some really detailed historian-dragging about the lack of primary sources and reliance on people's interpretations of what they say instead.

"'Almost all of Pappe’s references direct the reader to books and articles in English, Hebrew, and Arabic by other scholars, or to the memoirs of various Arab politicians, which are not the most reliable of sources. Occasionally there is a reference to an Arab or Western travelogue or genealogy, or to a diplomat’s memoir; but there is barely an allusion to documents in the relevant British, American, and Zionist/Israeli archives.

"'When referring to the content of American consular reports about Arab riots in the 1920s, for example, Pappe invariably directs the reader to an article in Hebrew by Gideon Biger—“The American Consulate in Jerusalem and the Events of 1920-1921,” in Cathedra, September 1988—and not to the documents themselves, which are easily accessible in the United States National Archive.

"'Those who falsify history routinely take the path of omission. They ignore crucial facts and important pieces of evidence while cherry-picking from the documentation to prove a case. 

"'Those who falsify history routinely take the path of omission. They ignore crucial facts and important pieces of evidence while cherry-picking from the documentation to prove a case. 

"'But Pappe is more brazen. He, too, often omits and ignores significant evidence, and he, too, alleges that a source tells us the opposite of what it in fact says, but he will also simply and straightforwardly falsify evidence.

"'Consider his handling of the Arab anti-Jewish riots of the 1920s.

"'Pappe writes of the “Nabi Musa” riots in April 1920: “The [British] Palin Commission... reported that the Jewish presence in the country was provoking the Arab population and was the cause of the riots.” He also quotes at length Musa Kazim al-Husayni, the clan’s leading notable at the time, to the effect that “it was not the [Arab] Hebronites who had started the riots but the Jews.”

"'But the (never published) [Palin Commission Report], while forthrightly anti-Zionist, thereby accurately reflecting the prevailing views in the British military government that ruled Palestine until mid-1920, flatly and strikingly charged the Arabs with responsibility for the bloodshed.

"'The team chaired by Major-General P.C. Palin wrote that “it is perfectly clear that with... few exceptions the Jews were the sufferers, and were, moreover, the victims of a peculiarly brutal and cowardly attack, the majority of the casualties being old men, women and children.” The inquiry pointed out that whereas 216 Jews were killed or injured, the British security forces and the Jews, in defending themselves or in retaliatory attacks, caused only twenty-five Arab casualties.'"

Me: "Yeah. I'm looking at that report right now and it says there had been an explosion, and then people were looting Jewish stores and beating Jews with stones, and in one case stabbing someone. Some people said that some Jews got up on the roof of a hotel and retaliated by throwing stones themselves.

"And then it literally says, 'The point as to the retaliation by Jews is of importance because it seems to have impressed the Military and led them to imagine that the Jews were to some extent responsible for provoking the rising.' That's the only thing it really says about anyone blaming the Jews.

"Except.... the very beginning gives some historical context. And it does say that when the Balfour Declaration came out, Muslims and Christians 'considered that they were to be handed over to an oppression which they hated far more than the Turk's and were aghast at the thought of this domination....

"'If this intensity of feeling proceeded merely from wounded pride of race and disappointment in political aspirations, it would be easier to criticise and rebuke: but it must be borne in mind that at the bottom of all is a deepseated fear of the Jew, both as a possible ruler and as an economic competitor. Rightly or wrongly they fear the Jew as a ruler, regarding his race as one of the most intolerant known to history....

"'The prospect of extensive Jewish immigration fills him with a panic fear, which may be exaggerated, but is none the less genuine. He sees the ablest race intellectually in the world, past-masters in all the arts of ousting competitors whether on the market, in the farm or the bureaucratic offices, backed by apparently inexhaustible funds given by their compatriots in all lands and possessed of powerful influence in the councils of the nations, prepared to enter the lists against him in every one of his normal occupations, backed by the one thing wanted to make them irresistible, the physical force of a great Imperial Power, and he feels himself overmastered and defeated before the contest is begun.'

"Wow! What a great fucking example of how 'positive' stereotypes are actually used to fuck people over! We're not antisemitic, we actually think Jews are the smartest, most powerful, richest group with tremendous global power! So positive!! Not at all being used here to justify antisemitic violence!

"Also, immigration from all over the world actually meant that different agricultural and manufacturing techniques were brought into the region, and yes, financial investments to start businesses sometimes, which meant that Arab Palestinians there had the highest per capita income in the Middle East, the highest daily wages, and started a lot of businesses of their own. But go off, I guess."

"Anyfuckingway.... it basically says that the Muslims and Christians were angry and scared, the Jews were too quick to set up the functioning government that the Brits were supposed to be there to help both sides create -- and which the Arab leaders completely refused to create for Palestine, because (1) fascists and (2) didn't want Jews nearby -- and that they were "ready prey for any form of agitation hostile to the British Government and the Jews." Then it says the movement for a United Syria was agitating them real hard, and so were the Sherifians.

"Is that what Ilan Passe, I mean Pappe, meant by the Palin Report blaming the Jews?! That when it says it's understandable the Arabs were freaking out, because antisemitism, Pappe thinks it's saying the Jews were provoking them?!"

Internet: "I don't know. I kinda tuned out after the first hour you were talking."

Me: "OGH MY GOD"

Internet: "So anyway, then Morris ALSO says, 'About the 1929 “Temple Mount” riots, which included two large-scale massacres of Jews, in Hebron and in Safed, Pappe writes: “The opposite camp, Zionist and British, was no less ruthless [than the Arabs]. In Jaffa a Jewish mob murdered seven Palestinians.”

Me: "What the ENTIRE FUCK? There was no united 'Zionist and British' camp! The Brits would barely let any Holocaust refugees in, ffs!"

Internet: "Morris says, 'Actually, there were no massacres of Arabs by Jews, though a number of Arabs were killed when Jews defended themselves or retaliated after Arab violence.

"'Pappe adds that the British “Shaw Commission,” so-called because it was chaired by Sir Walter Shaw (a former chief justice of the Straits Settlements), which investigated the riots, “upheld the basic Arab claim that Jewish provocations had caused the violent outbreak. ‘The principal cause... was twelve years of pro-Zionist [British] policy.’”

"'It is unclear what Pappe is quoting from. I did not find this sentence in the commission’s report. Pappe’s bibliography refers, under “Primary Sources,” simply to “The Shaw Commission.” The report? The deliberations? Memoranda by or about? Who can tell?

"'The footnote attached to the quote, presumably to give its source, says, simply, “Ibid.”

"'The one before it says, “Ibid., p. 103.”

"'The one before that says, “The Shaw Commission, session 46, p. 92.”

"'But the quoted passage does not appear on page 103 of the report.

"In the text of Palestinian Dynasty, Pappe states that “Shaw wrote [this] after leaving the country [Palestine].” But if it is not in the report, where did Shaw “write” it?'"

Me: "I'M ON IT. [rapid-fire googling] OMG. This is.... Not the first time. In 'The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine,' he reported that in a 1937 letter to his son, David Ben-Gurion declared: 'The Arabs will have to go, but one needs an opportune moment for making it happen, such as war.'

"It's not in the source he gave. It's not in any of the three different sources he's given for it.

"He apparently has never responded to any requests for an explanation, either from the journal he published in, or from other historians. But it says he did "obliquely [acknowledge] the controversy in an article in Electronic Intifada, in which he portrayed himself as the victim of intimidation at the hands of “Zionist hooligans.”'

"This is absolutely fucking wild. THEN it says the chair of the Ethics Committee where he was teaching eventually said that the second part of the quote ('but one needs,' etc) was a (combined?) paraphrase of a diary entry and a speech Ben-Gurion gave, and that the first half is 'based on' a letter to his son.

"And it's so convincing! The chair says, 'Shabtai Teveth[,] Ben Gurion’s biographer, Benny Morris and the historian Nur Maslaha have all quoted this letter. In fact their translation was stronger than the quotation from Professor Pappé: ‘We must expel the Arabs and take their place.’ Professor Pappé has documentary evidence of these quotations and the source will ensure that this is correctly cited in any future editions of the publication or related studies.'

"And IT'S NOT EVEN TRUE?!

"Ben-Gurion's actual diary entry (not a letter) says the opposite.

“'We do not want and do not need to expel Arabs and take their places.... All our aspiration is built on the assumption – proven throughout all our activity – that there is enough room in the country for ourselves and the Arabs.'

"Benny Morris misquoted it as "We must expel the Arabs and take their places" in the English version of his 1987 book The Birth of the Palestinian Refugee Problem, although it was correct in the Hebrew version. He corrected himself in the 2001 book Righteous Victims.

"Teveth also misquoted it in the English version of his 1985 book Ben-Gurion and the Palestinian Arabs, but again, had it correct in the Hebrew edition.

"And both Morris and Teveth explicitly point out the rest of the entry. The part about all their aspiration being built on the assumption and experience that there was enough room in the country for everyone.

"Historian Efraim Karsh’s 1997 book Fabricating Israeli History pointed out and corrected their mistakes.

"This is apparently a very well-known issue among historians of Israel and Palestine. It was a big deal in 2003, when an evangelist Christian publisher put out a book FULL of disinformation, which not only used the same quote as Pappe does, but also could not give a real source for it.

"But Pappe STILL USED THE MISQUOTE AND DOUBLED DOWN ON IT EVERY SINGLE TIME."

Internet: "Are you done? I know all this already."

Me: "Also, there are literally only two places where the phrase 'twelve years of pro-Zionist policy' shows up online, and they're both about Pappe making quotes up.

"NOW I'm done."

Benny Morris wasn't, though. The review continues at the link below. And the next part starts, "To the deliberate slanting of history Pappe adds a profound ignorance of basic facts. Together these sins and deficiencies render his “histories” worthless as representations of the past, though they are important as documents in the current political and historiographic disputations about the Arab-Israeli conflict. Pappe’s grasp of the facts of World War I, for example, is weak in the extreme."

[themculibrary]

Steve Rogers Pairings Masterlist

a long winter (ao3) - dropdeaddream, WhatAreFears steve/bucky, steve/peggy M, 35k

Summary: In 1945, Steve Rogers jumps from a nosediving plane and swims through miles of Arctic Ocean to a frozen shore.

In 1947, Steve Rogers marries Peggy Carter. 

In 1966, the New York Times finds the lost letters of Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.

an unexpected engagement (ao3) - thedrih steve/natasha M, 208k

Summary: Natasha Romanoff has a huge crush on CEO Steve and decides that the company’s Christmas party is the perfect opportunity to win him over but she ends up exaggerating and after several disastrous events she wakes up in Steve’s bed without remembering how she got there. And the most surprising thing is that he makes her an unusual proposal: that she pretend to be her fiancée!

Steve Rogers is a workaholic CEO who, in order to escape the family’s insistence that he have a serious relationship, invents a fake bride. And when the family shows up by surprise and catches him with the employee he brought home drunk and passed out last night, he decides to make her a proposal: that Natasha pretend to be his fake bride.

What Steve doesn’t realize is that Natasha has much more elaborate plans for him, making him a very malicious counterproposal!

a pirate’s tale (ao3) - Marvel corner (PinkGold) bucky/steve/tony M, 35k

Summary: Pirate AU where Bucky, Steve and Tony have a past, a present and a future together. Not everything is easy, in fact, easy may not have been in their vocabulary to start with.

catfish (ao3) - L1av steve/bucky E, 28k

Summary: Catfish /ˈkatˌfiSH/ - A catfish is someone who pretends to be someone they’re not using Facebook or other social media to create false identities, particularly to pursue deceptive online romances.

Steve Rogers is a famous movie star, known for his role as Captain America. Bucky Barnes is a bored law student who drinks too much wine. Bucky gets on match.com to boost his confidence. What he doesn’t expect is a guy using Steve Rogers’ pictures on a dating profile. Bucky decides to mess with the guy. After all, what idiot uses Steve Rogers’ pictures on a dating site?

Not like it’s really him, right? Bucky may need more wine.

close-up magic (ao3) - Draco_sollicitus scott/steve M, 5k

Summary: After getting apprehended for supporting Captain America in the battle against the Accords, Scott Lang finds himself under house arrest (and no, he will not just be “grateful” for that “light sentence,” Ross, and yes he still really, really wants to punch a Stark in the face, no lessons learned here!).

A little heartbroken, and a lot lost, the only thing that breaks up the monotony of Scott’s life are the visits he gets from his precious Peanut. And when Cassie comes home on the weekend with a wild story about her new best friend, Captain America, well, Langs always did have active imaginations.

(Scott is definitely about to learn that his daughter’s imaginary friend … isn’t so imaginary).

counterfeit and counterpart (ao3) - Frea_O maria/steve T, 28k

Summary: Five times Maria Hill doesn’t understand Natasha Romanoff, and why she might be better off that way.

dad’s got skeletons (ao3) - kehinki steve/howard T, 3k

Summary: “To think he became a dad—your dad. A daddy.” He looked up sharply and saw that Steve’s smile had twisted a little bit, pulled up at one corner like a smirk, except no, Captain America did not smirk. “You know, it’s funny. I called him daddy once too.”

dearly beloved (ao3) - Hollyspacey darcy/steve E, 21k

Summary: Darcy has 99 problems, and her first assignment for SHIELD is, like, 98 of them.

As if going back home to deal with all of the people who made her childhood miserable wasn’t bad enough, she’s also stuck in holy matrimony with a surly supersoldier who can’t even deal with her under normal circumstances.

fate will play us out (ao3) - steveandbucky steve/bucky M, 30k

Summary: Bucky has landed himself a job with Stark Industries. He doesn’t know yet that the job is actually being the PR manager for the Avengers.

Bucky has also started dating Steve Rogers. He also doesn’t know yet that Steve is Captain America.

Bucky’s life is about to get a whole lot more exciting.

floral engagement (ao3) - ABrighterDarkness, NachoDiablo pepper/steve T, 5k

Summary: The cute blond florist keeps gifting Pepper flowers. She’s determined not to read into it. But she really should.

flowers (ao3) - includewomeninthesequel steve/peggy E, 91k

Summary: She was light, warmth, and life.

She was everything he wasn’t, and everything that he didn’t know he wanted - needed - until this moment.

A Steggy love story inspired by the myth of Hades and Persephone, with more than one twist along the way.

found your husband (ao3) - sara_holmes clint/steve T, 8k

Summary: Clint was never any good at strategy. He’s pretty good at putting his foot in his mouth, though. Never to the extent where he ends up accidentally marrying someone he’s not seen in twenty years, though.

it’s not personal (ao3) - TheMeaningofHaste steve/brock E, 5k

Summary: There on the mats of the dirty gym floor, with Rumlow pinned beneath him, Steve expected to get hit, he really did, when he leaned in for a kiss. What he didn’t expect was a hand to fist in his hair, pulling just this side of too hard, and keeping him close.

That was the first time Steve had sex with Brock Rumlow. He was a little ashamed to admit that wasn’t the last.

just between us (ao3) - LiandravZ steve/natasha G, 43k

Summary: Two years had gone by since they last saw each other. The big question is: how do you talk to someone whose heart you’ve shattered?

Does it ever begin with a, hello? hey? Or Hi, how have you been? She doesn’t have a fucking clue.

let’s play house (ao3) - Not Applicable (not_applicable) rhodey/steve M, 4k

Summary: “So. Good morning, I guess.”

“Yeah, good morning,” Steve said, and he took a seat on the bed beside Rhodey. Rhodey was still just in his boxers with his phone resting on one leg, and he was twisting his matching wedding band around his left ring finger as he grinned warily at Steve. “So,” Steve continued, and he held up his left hand, “this happened last night.”

lovers in war (ao3) - Shatterpath steve/peggy M, 13k

Summary: There is so much more to the tale of Peggy and Steve; their tale of love and war, of laughter and loss, of pleasure and pain. The more I watched their movie, the more I saw. That seeing became this.

We pick up with our heroes on the night after Steve has returned to camp with the liberated POWs. Hold on tight!

peggy carter is a howling commando (ao3) - The_Marauders_Daughter steve/peggy M, 19k

Summary: It’s 1944, and Hydra is giving the SSR a very hard time. Sometimes Captain America isn’t enough for a mission. Sometimes what the mission needs is Peggy Carter.

take me private (ao3) - Silver_StCloud steve/bucky, peggy/steve M, 37k

Summary: How to get yourself into a pickle (if you’re Steve Rogers) in 6 easy steps:

Step 1: suspect your wife of cheating on you

Step 2: Snoop on your wife’s laptop and discover her secret kink for m/m porn

Step 3: discover her Only Fans account and, in turn, discover a very cute adult entertainer who goes by the name ‘Bucky’

Step 4: create your own Only Fans account to get even with your wife. Request nude photos from Bucky

Step 5: start video chatting with Bucky on the regular, then agree to meet in person

Step 6: fall in love with Bucky and start an affair

(Congratulations, Steve Rogers, you are now in a pickle.)

the bruises that we share (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor steve/bucky T, 3k

Summary: Soulmate AU. Sharing the same injuries/bruises. Pre-War. Skinny!Steve doesn’t like bullies, and often finds himself getting beat up, leaving bruises littered all over his body. Steve doesn’t really think about his soulmate when he gets himself in these situations, figuring someone like him won’t end up with his soulmate. Then, Bucky enters the picture.

worth it (ao3) - snack_size bruce/steve E, 15k

Summary: Bruce likes Steve, and, as it turns out, Steve likes Bruce - but it’s all very awkward, and they agree to take it slow.

you can see it with the lights out (ao3) - defcontwo steve/sam M, 4k

Summary: “Will you believe me if I tell you that this is a normal thing that happens between two guys that are friends?” Sam says, and yeah, he’s pretty sure that that came out as weak as it sounded in his head.

Steve leans up on one elbow, looking down at Sam, that same crinkle around the edges of his eyes noticeable even in the gloom of the motel room light. “I know it’s been seventy years since I last had sex with a man but I’m still pretty sure that’s bullshit, Wilson.”

Sam Wilson falls in love. Like everything else, it’s a process.

[yatescountyhistorycenter]

Do you know Yates County?: Yates County Oddity No. 27 through No. 52

By Jonathan Monfiletto

Anyone who has conducted research either through Yates County’s digitized newspapers or the Yates County History Center’s subject files has likely come across items titled either “Penn Yan Oddity” or “Yates County Oddity.” These items – snippets might be a good word – provide information about various aspects of local history, seeming to answer some sort of question or mystery.

Seeing so many of these snippets – and finding the answers but seeming not to find the question – I decided to scour our digitized newspaper database to see if I could find all of them, the questions with the answers. It turns out the oddities – 90 Penn Yan Oddity items, 52 Yates County Oddity items – were part of an advertising campaign in the 1940s for Baldwin’s Bank, then located at 127 Main St. in Penn Yan, the present-day home of the Arts Center of Yates County.

  The Penn Yan Oddities ran in The Chronicle-Express in consecutive weeks from February 20, 1947 to November 11, 1948, and then the Yates County Oddities picked up right away in the newspaper from November 18, 1948 to November 24, 1949. So, for more than 2 and a half years, readers of The Chronicle-Express learned something about local history each week in the newspaper.

Each item started out as an advertisement for Baldwin’s Bank with the phrase “Do You Know Yates County?” at the top of the graphic followed by the question for the week. In the middle, the bulk of the ad, would appear information about the bank’s various services and offerings. The bottom would direct the reader to look for the answer elsewhere on the same page and then look for another Oddity the following week.

In this article, I present Yates County Oddity No. 27 through No. 52. Each question and answer has been transcribed exactly as it appeared in the newspaper, which changes made only for typographical errors and not for grammatical errors. The only time words have been removed from the items is in the case of references to photographs that appeared in the newspaper.

27) How many Lake Keuka cottages in Yates County?

There are 1,800 dwellings along the shores of Lake Keuka, according to the county made this past fall by John V. Stark, compiler of the new Lake Keuka directory. Of these 850 are in Yates county.

Here’s the breakdown: cottages (not lived in the year around) on Lake Keuka number 1,480; in Yates county 640. Year-around residences, either on Lake Keuka shore or on the lake roads, number 320, of which 210 are in Yates county.

28) How many miles of lake shore in the county?

More than half of the Lake Keuka shore line is in Yates county. Supervisor John V. Stark estimates 35 of the approximate 60 are in Yates. Some 9 miles of Canandaigua lake shore lie within Yates and some 20 miles  of the west shore of Seneca, which gives Yates a total of about 64 miles of shore line, much of which is available for summer homes.

Since there are 348 square miles in this county of about 17,000 population, there is a mile of lakefront for every 260 persons and for every five square miles of lake. Is there any other county in the Empire state with a greater lake frontage per square mile of area?

29) What Yates pioneer helped chain the Hudson?

With his two yoke of oxen, Eliphalet Hull helped in placing the great chain across the Hudson near West Point to prevent the British ships from sailing up the Hudson. Mr. Hull later became of the noted pioneers of Benton township, the first Methodist class leader west of Utica.

30) What Grange founder was born and buried here?

Francis Marion McDowell was born near Wayne, just beyond Yates county and died in 1894, his grave being in the Lake View cemetery, Penn Yan. He was one of seven founders of the national grange, holding the office of treasurer for 20 years.

31) Which town touches the most other Yates towns?

Milo township touches five other Yates county townships: Benton on the north, Torrey on the east, Starkey and Barrington on the south, and Jerusalem, for a short distance with a land-to-land boundary, on the west. If intervening lake were ignored, Jerusalem would also have five Yates towns touching.

But Jerusalem, along with Potter and Benton, each directly border four other Yates townships.

32) How many Yates towns have lake frontage?

All but two of the Yates county townships border upon at least one of the Finger lakes and Milo has frontage on two – Seneca and Keuka.

With Bluff Point jutting deep into Keuka to give her the characteristic “Y” shape, Jerusalem claims by far the greatest lake frontage of any township. Italy has the least, barely cutting across the southern end of Canandaigua lake. Potter town alone is landlocked.

Middlesex fronts on Canandaigua; Barrington on Keuka; Benton, Torrey, and Starkey on Seneca lake.

Before days of the railroad and auto trucks, convenient outlet to the lakes was all important as a means of transportation. Today it means resort business.

33) What four towns have the most population?

According to the 1940 census Milo, Starkey, Jerusalem, and Benton led the Yates county population count in that order. Potter, Barrington, Torrey, Middlesex, and Italy followed.

Work has already started on the 1950 census. Will the Yates county population of 16,338, as revealed by the 1940 count, be greater or less? It has been declining in recent years by small amounts.

34) How many mail routes are there in the county?

There are a total of 21 mail collection and delivery routes in Yates county, exclusive of the Star routes.

Of the six village routes five are Penn Yan letter carriers and the sixth is the carrier in Dundee. Of the 15 rural delivery routes, five emanate from the Penn Yan post office, three from Dundee, two from Branchport, and one each from Rushville, Middlesex, Himrod, Bluff Point, and Rock Stream.

35) Is Yates the smallest county in the state?

Yates county is not the smallest county in New York state, measured by population or area.

According to the last federal census Putnam, Schuyler and Hamilton counties had less population than Yates, whereas 11 other counties had fewer than the 343 square miles of area included within the boundaries of Yates. Among these smaller counties are most of the densely occupied areas of metropolitan New York – such as Kings, Queens, Bronx, Rockland, Richmond, Nassau, and others.

36) Where is the highest spot in Yates County?

The highest point in Yates county is in Italy township southwest of Italy Hill village, about where a bomber crashed during the war, killing the entire crew. The altitude at this point is given as 2,130 feet above sea level on some maps, a little less on others.

37) How many churches in Yates County?

There are 41 churches in Yates county in which services of worship are held regularly or frequently. This does not include the Garrett Memorial chapel or isolated and independent congregations which meet in halls or homes.

38) What Yates man invented milk tablets?

J. Robert Hatmaker of Paris, formerly of Milo township, 45 years ago was gaining fame as inventor of the process for reducing milk to tablet form. The German emperor had ordered thousands of these tablets and was sending quantities of them     to his troops in Manchuria.

39) Where is biggest rock in the county?

The late Berlin Hart Wright, local naturalist, believes that the big boulder on the east side of Italy valley is the largest rock in the county. Brought here by glaciers some 2,500 miles from the Laurentian mountains in Canada, it measures some 25 by 15 feet above the ground and weighs an estimated 350 tons.

40) Where is oldest cemetery in Yates?

City Hill cemetery on the west hill above Seneca lake, south of Dresden, established in 1788 by followers of the Universal Friend and early settlers of this area, is the oldest cemetery in what was then known as the Genesee country and is the oldest in the county.

41) What unique Yates monument honors a woman?

The boulder and plaque on the west shore of the West branch of Lake Keuka, just south of Branchport, at the time of its erection 16 years ago, was the only monument erected in the United States to honor an Indian woman. The mother of Red Jacket, famed Indian chief and orator who lived in thish section is honored by the unique monument.

42) What is our latitude?

Yates county is situated at 42.5 degrees north latitude, as far north of the equator as are: northern Spain, central Italy, Vladivostok, in Siberia, southern Manchuria and north central China.

43) Which railroad bridge is highest?

The highest railroad bridge in Yates county is the span which carries the Pennsylvania tracks over Big Stream at Glenora. At this point the tracks are 102 feet above the stream bed. The Rock Stream span is 71 feet high and the bridge over the Keuka Lake outlet at Penn Yan is 50.

The first bridge of pine timbers built in the (1850s), when the railroad line from Watkins to Canandaigua was put through was some 90 feet above the bed of the gorge. About 1893 the present steel span was erected just west of the old wooden structure, which was then torn down.

44) In what square mile of rural Yates lie the most roads?

The greatest concentration of public highways in anyway square mile of rural Yates county appears to be at the tip of Bluff Point where a car can traverse an estimated eight miles of different roads without going beyond the limits of a square mile area.

45) When was wheat first raised in Yates?

The first bushel of wheat grown in western New York is said to have been raised in Yates county.

A note in the old family Bible of Richard Smith, one of the followers of Jemima Wilkinson who settled on the west shores of Seneca lake, south of the present village of Dresden, reports grinding 10 bushels of winter wheat raised in this vicinity. This was in 1789 and was ground in the first grist mill in this part of the “pioneer west.” The mill, erected on the outlet, opposite of what is now Seneca Mills, was first ready for use July 4, 1790. Previous to then grain was taken by horseback to a mill in Pennsylvania for grinding.

46) Where was Yates County’s source of pearls?

The late Edwin C. Dinturff had some beautiful necklaces and jewelry pieces made from pearls which he took from clams that once thrived in Flint creek, where it entered Potter swamp near Potter Center. Edible fresh water clams are still found in some local streams.

47) What Elm Street residence was once situated on Main Street?

The residence of Mr. and Mrs. William D. Allison, 133 Elm St., was once situated in Main street. As a matter of fact, on April 5, 1911, it was located in the very center of the business section as it was being moved to make room for the present post office building.

By means of block and tackle and a team of horses, it was rolled down Main street to the four corners and thence on Elm to its present location, the second house west of the parking station. One of the biggest jobs was removing the trolley wire on Elm street and suspending trolley traffic to make possile moving the large dwelling. The other residence removed from the post office location is now used as a dwelling at the foot of Champlin avenue. A picture of the moving appears in the window of the Baldwins bank.

48) In Yates which was first – Italy or Naples?

In Europe, Naples was a part of Italy, but here Italy was a part of Naples. The township of Italy, Yates county, was organized by act of legislature Feb. 15, 1815, it being set off from the township of Naples, Ontario count. The origin of the name is not known.

Italy township grew in population to 1698 persons in 1845. Now, a century later, it is estimated at about 500 population.

49) Where is the smallest post office building?

Rock Stream residents have claimed that their post office, recently abandoned for one located in the community store, was the smallest in the United States. El Dorado, Calif., is one place which contends it has a smaller post office, but has not sent in the exact dimensions, as yet.

In the meantime the residents in the southern end of Yates county can boast of having had the smallest post office in Yates county. The building, which measures 12 by 24 feet and 9 foot walls, is now being converted into living quarters.

50) What Penn Yan home has hickory shade trees?

The shade trees in the lawn in front of the home of Miss May E. Decker, 203 Clinton street, Penn Yan, are hickory nut trees – so far as we can learn the only dwelling in the county seat which depends upon hickory nut trees for shade. There are maples, however, between the walk and the curb.

51) Is population mostly village or rural?

According to the last Federal census figures, Yates county’s population is more rural than village. The total population of the four incorporated villages – Penn Yan, Dundee, Rushville, and Dresden – was listed as 7,001, whereas the total population of the entire county was estimated at 16,338. These are 1940 figures.

52) How much will be paid out in Christmas Club checks?

When three of the Yates county banks send their Christmas club checks to the more than 1700 club members, which is being done in Penn Yan this week Saturday, the total amount of the Christmas club checks will be about $115,000.

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CHAPTER 1: “The future becomes the Present”

I am thrilled to announce that Chapter One of Present of the past has been published on both Tumblr and Wattpad! 🎉🎉

With great joy and excitement, I present to you the beginning of this incredible journey. It's been an amazing process to bring this story to life, and we couldn't be happier to share it with all of you

1945-1999

“What are you doing?” Howard looked up. “Have you heard about time travel?” he asked. I smiled. “only in those movies, you took me to” I laughed. “Well, this is real” Howard was wearing safety goggles. It was a funny sight. “Sure, Howard” I shook my head. 

“How do you know if it works?” He took his glasses. “I don’t know that’s why I called you here” I raised my eyebrow. “So, I'm your lab rat?” “You’re the most gorgeous lab rat,” he said as he kissed the top of my head. “Of course” I laughed. Howard stuck his hand out. “me lady” I stepped up on the big round plate in the middle of the room. “It’ll just be for five seconds and I will bring you back” my heart was pounding.

Remind me why I was doing this again.

“you promise?” 

“I promise” 

Howard gave me a Stark Industries jacket and I put it on. ”Why the jacket?” I asked. ”safety?” I raised an eyebrow. ”Sure,” I grinned. ”I trust you” Howard gave me half a smile. ”I'll see you in a minute” he placed a kiss on my cheek.

He ran behind the glass and pushed a few buttons.

Before I could ask what year I was going to, I was gone. In a matter of seconds, I was transported. I arrived in a room, looking around. I looked around and all I could notice were the huge windows. "Okay, Howard you can bring me back now"  I was stressed. 

I pushed the button on my comm. "Howard, please bring me back" there was no reply. I sighed. My heart was racing out of my chest. I decided to look for a safe place. I started running, looking around. 

I finally started to get my bearings. Where was I? Was I in a hotel? What year was it? I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. I just kept running and running. Halls and doors didn't seem to end. My Hands went cold and my mouth was dry. I was lost and I couldn't do anything about it. 

"Howard please bring me back" tears were streaming down my face. I wasn't aware of my legs anymore. I just kept running and running and running. For a second I looked away and ran up against someone. I fell and hit my head. My eyesight went blurry. Shit. Someone looked down on me. "Howard?" This was the last thing I said before I fainted

Tony

“Shit, Happy!” I yelled. “What’s wrong boss? “ he looked down. “This girl, she’s unconscious. Help me get her to my room” I picked her up. With a little help from Happy. Once we arrived in my room I placed her on my bed. 

I put up her legs, so the blood could get to her head. “Hey, Girl wake up” There was no reaction. I looked her up and down. My eye went to the jacket she was wearing. I was soo confused. I Didn’t know who this girl was; she also called me by my father’s name. This never happens.  

By now everyone knew that he died 8 years ago. I inspected her jacket again, to look for a name or something. When I finally found a name tag in her pocket. 

Ransom Evans. I frowned. That name looked familiar. “Ransom, hello” I slightly shook her. “Can you hear me?” she frowned slightly and started to stir. It made me smile. “There you are!” she tried to get up but I pushed her down. 

“Where Am I?” 

“You’re in my hotel room you fell and hit your head” I tilted my head. “Was someone following you?” I asked. 

“No” Now, she sat up and pulled her legs to her chest. Now that she was sitting like that I could fully see what kind of clothes she was wearing.  “You’re not from this time, are you?” she looked at me. She was scared. “I’m not going to hurt you” I stated. “My name is Tony Stark” She looked up. “I can help you” I stuck my hand out. “Can you take me back to Howard?” I looked away for a second. 

“You’re the girl that disappeared in 1947” I sighed. “That was 45 years ago” She looked at me like I was an alien. “And Howard?” her grip around my hand tightened. I sighed. “He died 8 years ago” She looked down. Her lip quivered. “How?” her voice was barely audible. “A car accident” I stammered. “Oh God” she sighed, tears streaming down her face. “Who were you to him?” she asked. She wiped her face with her hand, smudging her makeup even more. “I’m his son” She pulled her hand from mine. “He got married?” she smiled slightly through the tears. I just nodded. 

I few minutes passed by in silence. Ransom calmed down. “I can’t go back, can I?” I placed my hand on my shoulder.  “I’m afraid not” I looked down. “What do I do now?” 

“You can stay with me” 

2009

Ransom.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Pepper asked Tony. “I need to do this, for Stark Industries” Pepper looked at me. I gave her a reassuring smile. “Don’t bother trying to convince him, he does what he wants anyway” Tony laughed. “Yes, exactly what Rens said” I rolled my eyes. “It’s Ransom” Tony then shook his head and looked at me. “It’s a shame, your face doesn’t fit your name” I bit the inside of my cheek. “Tony!” Pepper yelled. 

I just swallowed and then laughed. “It’s okay” I reassured her. “My dad wanted a boy” “That’s horrible” pepper sighed and placed a hand on my shoulder. I appreciated her concern but I just didn’t need that.  “Meh, it is what it is,” I said, shrugging it off. I grabbed the clipboard from the table and started checking things on the list. As I looked at my watch I noticed that my shift was over for today and that I could finally go home. There was a big pit in my stomach. Tony is going to Afghanistan to test these new weapons. This wasn't a good idea. 

Tony is old enough, I said to myself. I finished my round and went to the elevator. Lucky for me it arrived and I got to step in. I sighed and leaned against the wall, unbuttoning a few buttons of my shirt.  A few floors later the elevator stopped. Happy walked in. "Hello, ms. Evans" he greeted. "Happy," I said with a slight nod. "Please call me Ransom,"  he nodded. "That's a beautiful name" he smiled while leaning awkwardly against the wall. "It's very original" I wanted to roll my eyes but I just kept it to myself.

His attempt at flirting…

"Thank you" I laughed. "I'll tell my dad" making him smile. Soon we arrived at the ground floor. "I'll see you tomorrow" I grabbed my bags and walked out.  The machine made a beeping noise as I scanned my badge. I got my keys out and jumped in my car. I was exhausted. I drove off and stopped at the flower store. As I walked in I could see the woman's eyes light up. "Ransom, honey" she spread her arms. "Hey Viv" I pulled her into a hug, taking in the smell of her perfume. 

"How are you, my love?"  Her thick English accent was coming through. I let her go and sat down taking my shoes off. "I don't know" I went through my hair with my hand. "It's Tony again isn’t it?" I looked up. "Yes," I knew she didn't like him by the way she said his name. "Go on then, tell me" she cupped my cheek. "He's going to Afghanistan for the U.S Army and I have a bad feeling" Vivian's eyes met mine. "And I know you don't like him but if it weren't for him I would've been homeless or dead" I stated. 

Vivian's eyes went soft. "Yeah, I know" try being teleported 64 years into the future to a place you barely know.”I remarked. Vivian pulled me into a hug again "he'll be okay" Vivian said. "Starks are resilient apparently" she looked away and I frowned. She meant something more but I just decided not to pursue it. "I'm going upstairs, yell if you need me" she put a thumbs up. Before I could put my foot on the stairs someone walked into the store. “Killian! Hi! Vivian's voice went so high that I feared only dogs could hear her. 

It sparked my curiosity and I decided to take a look. A young man with a crutch walked in. “Hello Vivian” His deep voice echoed through the small store. “I am here to pick up the flowers I ordered” I had a hard time pairing his voice with the frail man standing in front of me. He could barely stand and his knuckles were white because he was holding on so tight to his crutch. 

Vivian handed him a bouquet of daisies. I smiled at the sight. It looked and felt so innocent. He paid for his flowers and strutted to the door the best he could. “Come here, let me help you,” I said while taking his flowers in one hand and I locked my arm with him to give him extra support. “Where do you need to be?”  Killian looked at me. 

“There’s the car” He pointed to a black car. “Oh, you work for A.I.M.” he smiled. “Yes, I work for the R&D department” he turned to me and leaned against the car. I smiled. “I Love R&D I do my best work there” I stated. “What company do you work for,” he asked. I knew what response I would get. “Stark Industries” His smile faded a little bit. “Oof, you’re not a fan” I shifted a little uncomfortably. “Well, I’m going back inside now it’s been a long day,” I said. “Do you need any further help?” I asked. Killian just shook his head. “I didn’t get your name tho” I looked at him and gave him a soft smile. “Ransom,” I said. “Nice to meet you ransom” He got in the car. “I will see you around have a nice evening” I gave him a soft nod and stepped back. I waved at him as he drove off. 

I went back inside. “I’m back” I yelled when I saw she was busy in the back of the store. “You took your time” Vivian noted. “We talked a bit,” I said. “Did you know he works for A.I.M?” Vivian tensed up again. “Oh, that’s interesting” There was that weird vibe…She seemed to shrug it off and a grin appeared on her face. “Stop it”! warned her. “I’m upstairs taking a shower,” I said. “If you need me you know where I am. And for the second time today, I went up the stairs and finally made it to the apartment. 

I met Vivian 5 years ago. I was looking for a place to live. Because I didn’t feel like living with Tony. she had an extra room I could afford And since then I've been living with her. I took off my heels and threw them on front of my bed. I was soo tired but forced myself to take a shower. About half an hour later I got out and dressed in a sweatshirt and sweatpants. I didn’t even take the time to dry my hair and put it in a bun. 

When I put my head on the pillow my thoughts immediately went to tony. I missed him, Even though I had no reason to. We barely even did anything together since I moved out of the mansion. Minutes passed and I was finally able to fall asleep. 

Hours later my phone went off. I tossed and turned a bit before I picked up. “Hello?” My voice sounded hoarse. “Ransom, it’s Pepper” she was crying. I sat straight up in my bed. “Pepper, what happened?” my heart was beating out of my chest. “Tony has been kidnapped.” my heart stopped beating. “When?” my voice was shaking. “2 hours ago,” she said crying. 

“Give me 15 minutes, I’m coming over,” I said jumping up and putting on socks and shoes. I ran to the living room to gather my stuff. “Ransom, what’s wrong?” Vivian walked out of her bedroom. “I was finally putting on my jacket. “Tony has been kidnapped I’m going to the company,” I said. ‘I know what you’re gonna say but I’m not staying here and doing nothing”  Vivian sighed. “Alright, be careful” I nodded and ran to my car.

Next chapter

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On July 30, 1966 Cheyenne Markle was born.

On July 11, 2006, he died from colon cancer, leaving behind a wife and 3 girls.

Before that, Linda Atkins was September 30, 1947. Linda Markle died from breast cancer, 2002. Leaving behind her only son and his family.

Years later, on July 24th 1997, Audrey Markle was born. But she doesn’t have a specific death date. For she has died hundreds of times, leaving behind pieces of herself each time.

Both my sisters were born with red hair, lots of freckles, short, and athletic.

I grew up with dark hair and dark eyes, tall, not athletic at all, and my freckles only come out during summer time.

I look so much like my father, Cheyenne, and his mother, Linda.

My dad was my safety. I knew I was always safe with him. That if I was hurt he would be there. If I needed to smile, he’d make me laugh. If I needed a hug, he would give the biggest hugs.

My granny was my spirit. She taught me how to sing and what it meant to love music. Everytime I was with her I felt like I was in the spot light. She made me feel like I could be anyone and do anything.

They are pieces of me I carry everywhere. I see them when I look in the mirror, when I sing along to the song on the radio, when I take a really sharp turn on the road b/c my dad liked to drive fast, and everytime I get a new smile line.

Because I lost so much as a child, I started to place love and care into tangible objects. Things that could never die. My teddy bear from when I was 2. His Skull cap. Her cheetah print shirt… Particular earrings and necklaces. Cards. Pictures. Clothes. Ticket stubs. Napkins. Anything that wouldn’t leave.

I hated change. I hate losing people. It felt like everything I loved would just be taken so what’s the point.

I started to prepare for my own death. It wasn’t hard. I became friends with death through the years. You could say we are childhood friends. We had seen each other through passing since I was a few months old and they decided to take my granddad. After I was born and came home from the hospital, he held me.. then had a stroke and died a few months after. It was one death after another. And I became accustomed to it.

But then my dad died. Reality crept in… By the way, the cancer is genetic. “Once you’re 20, you’ll start to do colonoscopies every 5 years. If you have it, we’ll catch it early.” The. Cancer. Is. Genetic. And I look just like my father. That was the scientific backing of an 8yr old who became so terrified to live, up until a few months ago. I knew I may end up with cancer. I knew death would want to visit me sooner than later

A devil moved in not even a year after my father passed. He wasn’t even cold yet. But there’s no time like the present. And everyday was a fucking nightmare in that house. Screaming and shouting. Every topic is up for debate. Every error on display. Don’t speak out too much or he’ll hit you in the face next. Be grateful you’re his doll… plastic coating doesn’t show the damage inside.

I started to plead with death. Beg god to release me from the binding contract I was too young and naive to sign. Who would want to live like this? Who would want to continue? And death has been there longer than any of you! It wouldn’t matter if I stayed. Hell for now or hell for eternity? Those are my options. Fine. At least let me walk the line. A little Cut here and there. Shush don’t Cry. You didn’t even Bleed. Swallow another Pill. Someone please take the pain away. It never stops.

But death wouldn’t answer my calls anymore. And life disconnected from their phone company awhile ago.

So now I search for them. In books, music, arts. And I find an escape. To immerse myself into the story, the pain, the love, and experience.

Vincent Van Gogh spoke to me… through the ink in each letter to Theo, in every brush stroke, and in every painting he completed in the hospital. Someone who felt the all consuming ache and pain of surviving life. A lost soul who was searching for more. He called death and they answered.

Left behind a dream that outlast him.

Will that be me? Will there be anything left after I’m gone? Some old posts and poems no one would ever read. Death, old friend, can you hear me?

I was 16 when I took 6 NyQuil pills. I was close, the phone was ringing but I hung up quickly like a nervous child. If I had taken a little more, maybe. But I just wandered off into the time in between. Sleep now.

Another year goes by. A few more scars added to the canvas. But no one notices…

“You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece and now you’re tearing through the pages and the ink.”

That one lyric. Like it was written just for me to hear. I was 17 when I heard the song. Asking, no, hoping, I stay alive a little longer. “I hope you make it to the day you’re 28 years old.” Such a specific age? Okay. Sure. I’ll meet you there.

10 years later. And I’m still with you.

I’m 1 year away from 28.

And I have graduated from high school, from college, completed the OTA program, met the love of my life, became certified occupational therapy assistant, married the love of my life, came out of the closet, moved out of AR, got a pediatric COTA position, have 3 cats, an amazing best friend, and my wife and I are going to Amsterdam in the spring to go to the Van Gogh museum.

Halsey’s songs, their voice, their connection guided me through some of the most challenging times of my life. Through the teenage wreckage, depression and suicidal ideations to hookups & heartbreaks to discovering myself & accepting my sexuality, to meeting new people & creating found family, to finding self love and self empowerment (over & over again) to finding the love of my life and proposing to her with one of their songs.

Halsey has been helping me survive myself for years. Now it’s their turn.

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Zika Virus Complete Guide: Signs, Spread, And Prevention

Did you know that the Zika Virus is named after the Ugandan forest, where it was first found in 1947? For additional details, keep reading.

Severe concerns were raised when the mosquito-borne Zika virus started to spread throughout America in 2015 after being common in Africa and Asia.

Regular health examinations after recovery can also be crucial because Zika symptoms can worsen and threaten general health. For further information, go to the website for Bansal Hospital.

What To Know About The Zika Virus 

Zika disease, often known as Zika fever, is brought on by the Zika virus. Most Zika virus sufferers only show minimal symptoms, if any at all. However, the virus can have severely negative effects on health, especially for pregnant moms and their unborn children.

The main Zika virus transmission vectors are Aedes mosquitoes. Early mornings and late afternoons are often when they are most active. The virus can transmit by blood transfusion or sexual contact. If the mother spreads the virus to her offspring, they may also get it.

What Are The Symptoms Of Zika?

1. A Light Fever

Patients with the Zika virus typically have a low-grade fever that ranges from 38°C (100.4°F) to 38.5°C (101.3°F).

2. Skin Rash 

A skin rash is The most typical sign of Zika infection. Usually, it starts on the face and moves down the body, seldom reaching the palms of the hands or the bottoms of the feet. The rash is frequently elevated and may itch.

3. Muscle And Joint Pain

The virus can cause myalgia, which affects the muscles, and arthralgia, which affects the tiny joints in the hands and feet. The soreness may be slight, severe, or persist for weeks.

4. Headaches

Zika-symptomatic patients get mild to severe headaches. These headaches are frequently described as constant aching in the forehead or behind the eyes.

5. Eye Inflammation

Conjunctivitis, or pink eye, is a typical Zika symptom. The conjunctiva, a translucent, thin tissue that lines the inside surface of the eyelids and covers the white portion of the eye, becomes red, inflamed, and irritable when suffering from this disease. 

The less frequent Zika symptoms that can appear include muscle weakness, exhaustion, swollen lymph nodes, and general ill health.

How Can The Zika Disease Be Prevented?

Avoiding mosquito bites is crucial for reducing the risk of catching the Zika virus, and Zika symptoms can be frightening. A few preventative measures are:

1. Use Insect Repellents

Apply DEET, picaridin, or other approved insect repellents to exposed skin and clothing to ward off mosquito bites.

2. Dressing in protective attire

Cover your skin with long sleeve shirts, pants, socks, and shoes while mosquitoes are active.

3. Getting Rid of Mosquito Breeding Sites

By emptying containers, cleaning gutters, and keeping your property clean, you may ensure adequate drainage and lessen standing water around your property.

4. Putting Up Window Screens

Utilise screens on windows and entrances to prevent mosquitoes from entering dwellings.

5. Stay Indoors

When there are a lot of mosquitoes nearby, avoid going outside to do anything: Try to stay indoors between dawn and evening because these are when mosquitoes are most active.

6. Advice On Travel Safety

Follow local health standards and take additional precautions to avoid mosquito bites when visiting areas where the Zika virus is known to be transmitted.

How Is Zika Transmitted?  

The Zika virus can spread by several routes, such as:

1. Insect Bites

Aedes mosquitoes carrying the Zika virus are the main source of transmission. By biting others, these mosquitoes can transmit the virus they have acquired from an infected person to others.

2. Sexual Transfer

The Zika virus can be sexually transmitted from an infected person to their partner. The virus may be present in sperm, vaginal secretions, and other physiological fluids. If one partner has been exposed to or infected with the Zika virus, he is encouraged to use barrier methods like condoms and engage in safe sex.

3. Transmission In The Vertical

If a mother contracts the Zika virus while pregnant, the foetus might too. This would cause serious problems. As a result, the infant may experience serious birth abnormalities such as microcephaly and other developmental problems.

4. Transfusion Of Blood

The Zika virus can occasionally be passed from an infected donor to a recipient during blood transfusions. In regions where Zika virus transmission is suspected to occur, screening procedures for blood donations have been implemented to reduce the danger of infections being transferred during blood transfusions.

5. Exposure To Laboratories

Those working in laboratories with live Zika virus samples may be exposed if essential safety precautions are not performed.

The Final Say

Please be aware that Zika virus symptoms are typically mild and only last a few days. It is a self-contained illness. Most of those at risk from the virus are pregnant women. It is imperative to get medical attention if Zika symptoms are discovered due to serious complications.

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MONK IN PARIS 1969

If you believe Thelonious Monk's best days ended in the early to mid-1960s, this project should compel you to think again. Recorded live at Paris's renowned Salle Pleyel Concert Hall on December 15, 1969, the performance proves that the elder Monk, even with the backing of a young and inexperienced rhythm section and a veteran saxophonist anxious to move on to other pastures, can hold an audience awestruck. The music is powerful, original, and fresh as anything Monk played a decade earlier. And that's not all. The film record of this performance (which is available on the CD/DVD edition of this album and as a long form stand-alone digital video) may be the most important visual record we have of the mature Thelonious Monk. Recorded just a year after Christian and Michael Blackwood shot nearly three months of documentary footage for European television, and that would ultimately provide most of the material for the film "Straight, No Chaser," the recording of Monk's Paris concert in December of 1969 offers a rare glimpse of the man and the artist in the twilight of his career.

It had been an extraordinarily difficult year for Monk. He endured severe health challenges, had lost his outstanding rhythm section, and felt enormous pressure from Columbia Records to become relevant to the rock generation. It did not matter that at age fifty-two, Monk proved capable of making more music with just a piano than all the popular rock and pop bands combined. Before he and his quartet took off for their European tour in the fall of 1969, Columbia spent the previous year trying to market Monk for a new generation of rockers with the release of his Underground LP in 1968 and Monk's Blues several months later. Underground was undeniably Monk in its purest form, but the packaging and marketing of the LP was nothing less than a corporate label attempting to increase sales by presenting vintage wine as pop. And to do so, they developed a marketing strategy intended to reach the young. "Now, in 1968, read the press release, "with rock music and psychedelia capturing the imagination of young America, Thelonious Monk has once again become an underground hero, this time as an oracle of the new underground." Columbia producer, Teo Macero, went even further with the next LP, Monk's Blues, hiring arranger Oliver Nelson to create a big band that infused Monk's sound with a little rock and a little R&B. The results were disastrous, ultimately trying Monk's patience and persuading Columbia to drop one of their most famous artists since he joined the label seven years earlier. It was a hard pill to swallow. Throughout his career, Monk had always stuck to his guns, playing his music his way, suffering setback after setback. He lost his cabaret card in 1948 for a year, and again in 1951, this time for six years. Without a cabaret card, he could not work in venues that served alcohol; in other words, he was barred from playing New York City jazz clubs. He did not record as a leader until he was 30 years old (1947). and even then his records did not sell. The truth is, Monk was forty before he started to make a decent living, after his cabaret card was restored and he began a long engagement at the Five Spot Café in Manhattan's East Village in the summer of 1957. And even that privilege was short-lived: a year later, his cabaret card was rescinded for a third time after he had been beaten and arrested by police in Delaware. His only crime was to walk into an all-white motel and ask for a glass of water. This time his suspension lasted about 18 months.

By the early 1960s, work was steady. Columbia Records added him to their growing roster of top artists, and he became the third jazz musician to grace the cover of Time Magazine. Suddenly Monk was in high demand just as his health began to decline. No wonder that when he made what would be his eighth trip to Europe in 1969, he was tired, ill, and frustrated. Enthusiasm among the critics had begun to wane. And to make matters worse, Monk's drummer Ben Riley and bassist Larry Gales had quit, leaving him with saxophonist Charlie Rouse and whomever was available. It felt as if he was running a pick-up band. He had gone through a succession of rhythm sections, including bassists Walter Booker and Wilbur Ware, and drummers Ed Blackwell, Art Blakey, Wilbur Campbell, and Roy Haynes.

Since none of these veterans were available for the European tour, Monk decided to hire a couple of young, unknown musicians to accompany him. He recruited a white bassist named Nate "Lloyd" Hygelund, a Berklee School of Music student who looked more like a member of a rock band, and a skinny seventeen-year-old kid named Austin "Paris Wright. Wright had an unorthodox way of holding his sticks and he sometimes swayed side-to-side when he played, but the boy could swing and that's what Monk was looking for. Because Paris was underage, Monk had to ask his father, the well-respected bassist Herman Wright, for permission to take his son on the road.

After a relatively long stay in London, which included a lengthy engagement at Ronnie Scott's, Monk headed off to Berlin, where he performed unaccompanied as part of Duke Ellington's 70th birthday tribute, and then joined the band for gigs in Cologne, and parts of Italy. By the time we see them on stage at the Salle Pleyel in Paris, the band had begun to really congeal as a group. It marked a triumphant return for Monk, for when he performed on the same stage in 1954-his first trip to Paris-the audience was outright hostile. As Henri Renaud put it, Monk was "too avant-garde." Now. fifteen years later, he received a reception worthy of a star, and the entire concert was televised. No surprise that Monk and Rouse played well together. In fact, at times Rouse seemed too comfortable with the music, occasionally playing with what appeared to be a vacant expression. Monk, too, also seemed to be on autopilot, though he never stopped swinging! What all of the film evidence reveal is a fatigued Thelonious, stiff and diffident but thoroughly focused on playing his instrument. The days of dancing and stage antics are gone, but the discerning listener will notice that his music was still full of surprises. Just check out Monk's rhythmic mastery and direction on "I Mean You," or the gorgeous arpeggios he plays underneath Rouses interpretation of "Ruby, My Dear." Neither Monk nor Rouse stray far from the melody, and the band sustains a classic Monkian tempo-not quite a ballad, slower than a fox trot, but always swing-ing. Monk's solo on "Ruby" is gorgeous and he plays more notes than usual. They swing out on "Straight, No Chaser" (although Wright, perhaps out of nervousness, pushes the tempo until Monk and Rouse reigns him in toward the end). and they produce very fine readings of "Bright Mississippi." "Light Blue," and Mork's famous closing theme, "Epistrophy."

For a seventeen-year-old kid who had rarely played outside of Harlem, Paris Wright handled himself well, but near the end of the concert Monk called veteran drummer Philly Joe Jones from backstage to sit in with the band. Jones had been living in Paris for nearly a year, working on and off with saxophonist Archie Shepp and leading his own band. Jones looked terrible-he was gaunt, missing his front teeth. and appeared fragile-but he gave young Wright a drum clinic. On "Nutty" he provided a spark that had been missing throughout most of the evening. The band picks up the tempo and Monk comes alive, playing against Jones's polyrhythms. Followed by a rollicking (and sadly edited) rendition of "Blue Monk," Philly Joe demonstrated even more confidence as he took every opportunity to fill silent pauses with drum rolls and fills. The audience went wild for Philly Joe and responded favorably to the entire concert. So did most critics. Jazz Hot's Natasha Arnoldi concluded, "even if he hasn't played anything new in the last decade, it is more out of stubbornness than for lack of imagination. His impulsive creativity remains. and his alternate universe fascinates Us.

The previously mentioned companion DVD closes with a rare interview with Monk conducted by bassist Jacques Hess. The two men had known each other for several years, and they toured together when Hess was a member of Bud Powell's trio in 1961. The interview is telling in that Hess is less fascinated by Monk's "alternate universe" or his "impulsive creativity" than in portraying him as an historical relic. Hess first asks him about Ellington's influence, which Monk debunked-insisting as he always had, that the influences on his music can never be reduced to one person. This slightly annoyed Hess, who then asked about the music he and Charlie Parker created, and all Monk could say is that he taught him how to play certain songs and showed him voicings. Throughout Monk is respectful, comfortable, and grinning for the camera, but his impatience is palpable. In the end, the interview perfectly captures Monk's dilemma in 1969: what happens when an artist becomes history? When nostalgia for the younger Monk makes it impossible to recognize the power and beauty of the present Monk? When the background noise of rock and psychedelia pushes jazz off into the realm of the arcane?

The 1969 Paris, concert captures the power and the undiminished beauty of Monk's music. reminding us that even as his body aged his musical imagination knew no limits.

— Robin D. G. Kelley, author of Thelonious Monk: The Life and Times of an American Original (2009)

I MEAN YOU Written by Thelonious Monk Published by Thelonious Music (BMI)

RUBY MY DEAR Written by Thelonious Monk Published by Thelonious Music (BMI)

STRAIGHT, NO CHASER Written by Thelonious Monk Published by Thelonious Music (BMI)

BRIGHT MISSISSIPPI Written by Thelonious Monk Published by Thelonious Music (BMI)

LIGHT BLUE Written by Thelonious Monk Published by Thelonious Music (BMI)

EPISTROPHY Written by Thelonious Monk & Kenny Clarke Published by Thelonious Music (BMI) / Music Sales Corp (ASCAP)

DON'T BLAME ME Written by Dorothy Fields & Jimmy McHugh Published by EMI Robbins Catalog Inc. (ASCAP)

I LOVE YOU SWEETHEART OF ALL MY DREAMS Written by Art Fitch, Kay Fitch & Herbert C. Lowe Published by Shapiro Bernstein & Co. (ASCAP)

CREPUSCULE WITH NELLIE Written by Thelonious Monk Published by Thelonious Music (BMI)

BRIGHT MISSISSIPPI (REPRISE) Written by Thelonious Monk Published by Thelonious Music (BMI)

NUTTY Written by Thelonious Monk Published by Thelonious Music (BMI)

BLUE MONK Written by Thelonious Monk Published by Thelonious Music (BMI)

[stealingyourbones]

DP/DC WEEK DAY FIVE

Prompts for November 18th. @avaritia-apotheosis

My Masterlist of DP/DC Prompts.

A Royal Problem: 

All magic users could sense that something was very very wrong. No one was sure of what exactly but they knew that extremely powerful magic scales of power were shifting and they were shifting fast. Smashcut to Danny. Have you ever suddenly gone from a relatively powerful hero to a being to the power of a god within a day? You probably haven’t but let it be known that it is anything BUT pleasant. 

(Danny, Jazz, or Danielle) have a slight issue. Their significant other has been slowly forming a core ever since they started dating. Asking Frostbite, it’s because of a very powerful and ancient spell that assures the Ruler of the Infinite Realms (and their heirs) to have their chosen lover for the rest of the afterlife. They need to discuss this with their significant other because they did NOT sign up for this.

Someone’s bound to notice all the weird things in Amity:

Oliver Queen heads to Amity to make a deal with VladCo. He’s truly baffled why the JL hasn’t been informed of this town. Genuinely. How the fuck does this place not get constant press coverage? Strangest yet, Why does literally no one believe that he ever went to the town in the first place, much less his stories of strange shit that happened during his stay? Why does no one even acknowledge that the town even exists?! What is happening?!

Amity Park has been considered a deadzone for decades. A subsidiary of Manhattan Project branch Chicago Pile-1 had been located in Amity Park, Illinois. Its main research was to test the substance known as Ectoranium. After The Amity Reactor Incident in 1947, The town was considered a Nuclear Exclusion Zone. Finally in the year 2022, the town was finally declared safe to enter with protective gear. Sure, they expected a ghost town, but not a literal one. Somehow, against any and all predictions, the Town of Amity Park was still alive. Every single resident that was present in Amity on the day of the incident was still living and thriving. Each resident hasn’t aged a day since the reactor core went off. Somehow -there is a lot of somehow’s. Just as much if not more than the Who, What, Where’s and Why’s.- Somehow, the town managed to progress with the rest of society until 2003. After that point modern technology, fashion, everything. It all just... stopped. The town acted like something out of a cheesy tv show. Not a single resident had more than surface level amounts of personality. All besides four teenagers. The anomalies names are the following: Jasmine “Jazz” Fenton, Daniel Willian “Danny” Fenton, Samantha “Sam” Manson, and Tucker Foley. These four teenagers are seemingly the only “real” people in this entire town. They are the only people to have been affected mentally by these Ectoranium entity attacks. These children all show signs of severe mental trauma. Further testing and evaluations by a Psychologist is needed for an in depth examination. Possible causation of the four anomalies: All were present in the Fenton household on the day the Infinite Realm Portal was activated.

Jason goes to Amity and keeps hearing a voice that isn’t his own in his head. The things it says keep getting stranger. From informing him of the fastest and best route to avoid a ghost attack, to informing him of the best place to eat in town without ever being in the area, to encouraging Jason to check out the Fenton household. At first he doesn’t notice it. But after a few instances he can tell that something is speaking to him. Trying to communicate with him. The voice, Amity Park, wishes to protect the young halfa as it reminds them of their young protector.

A Royal Problem & Someone’s bound to notice all the weird things in Amity:

JL goes to Amity from a JL emergency call that they had absolutely no idea who the source of the call was. The caller talks like they’re acquaintances. After talking to their caller in Amity they figure out that they DO know each other… The League just Doesn’t Remember. Apparently Amity makes sure that no possible threat befalls Its Protector and wipes the minds of any outsider that leaves its borders. (Sentient Amity AU)

[lilxberry]

Never Been Better - Daniel LaRusso(1984)*

Requested by: @vanillabqrnes​

Synopsis;

After Daniel wins the All Valley tournament, he and his girl celebrates by themselves after a quick meal with his mom and Mr Miyagi with a drive and a little extra on the side.

Warnings: SMUT! Language.

Words: 2,461

Pairings: Daniel LaRusso (’84) x Reader (female)

(A/N: The requester had no specific plot in mind and so I went with what I thought worked best for the time being.)

(A/N 2: I swear my writing has gone way downhill since I’ve not really had any time to write so I’m so sorry if this is shit lmao.)

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“I’m so proud of you,” you said to Daniel once more as you pecked his check.

He smiled all giddy and his cheeks heated up a fraction whilst his mother silently awed, and Mr. Miyagi watched his young student and his girlfriend with a small, proud smile of his own.

Daniel had been announced as the 1984 victor of the All Valley Tournament just an hour and half ago, entering as a newcomer to the tournament and sport and leaving as a first time champion with the three of the most important people within his life right by his side; his mother, Mr Miyagi and you.

“Hey, ma,” Daniel started as the four of you continued to eat up the food that you had all gone to enjoy after Daniel’s success in the tournament. “Could Y/N stay over, please?”

Lucille raised an eyebrow at her son yet couldn’t hide the sly smile that appeared on her face. “Depends, are you gonna be doing any funny business under my roof?”

“Ma,” Daniel groaned as his cheeks began to turn a deeper red, your head lowered to hide the fact that your own cheeks had began to heat up at Lucille’s words.

Lucille chuckled softly. “Fine. As long as you keep your hands to yourselves, and the door stays open at least three inches.”

“Thank ma,” Daniel spoke, still feeling slightly embarrassed by his mother’s words. He glanced outside for a moment before looking back over to his mother, almost shy and hesitant to ask of another thing. “Actually, could we, I dunno, meet you back at the apartment?”

Lucille raised her eyebrow at her son yet again, only in a questioning manner this time, wonder where her son was going with his words.

“I was, uh, kinda hoping that me and Y/N could take a drive.”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” she began, feigning that she was considering his words. Though, seeing the ever so slightly pleading look on Daniel’s face and the sliver of hope on your own, she couldn’t keep up her façade any longer and allowed her face to split with a wide smile. “Go on, get going. I’ll take Mr Miyagi home.”

Daniel beamed at his mother and wasted no time in taking a hold of your hand quickly in his own and pulling you to stand. “Thanks ma. Bye Mr Miyagi.”

And with that, he pulled you out of the diner, leaving no room for you to bid your own goodbyes, only managing to grin at them and wave your hand.

It was only a matter of seconds before you arrived at the yellow 1947 Ford Super Deluxe Convertible that Mr Miyagi had gifted Daniel, him opening up the passenger door and swiftly closing it after you before climbing into the drivers seat and turning on the engine, pulling out of the parking lot soon after.

You shook your head in amusement as Daniel seemed to shift and fidget excitedly in his seat as he drove. “Okay Mr LaRusso, care to finally tell me where you’re kidnapping me to?”

All he could do was grin and spare you a glance, his eyes quickly refocusing on the road before him. “You’ll see, be patient.”

A snort of laughter escaped you and you simply allowed him to keep his focus on the drive but now you couldn’t help but also shift in your seat from anticipation.

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Daniel took small, cautious steps, well, more like limps, down the path a few feet from the yellow convertible with you by his side before slowly lowering himself down on to the soft ground, his face trying to without a miniature grimace at the pain still present in his leg.

You sat down beside him, looking at him with concern in your eyes. “How bad does it hurt?”

“Ah, it’s fine,” he spoke as he laid down on his back, opening his arm up to invite you to cuddle into his side, which you instantly accepted. “Just gotta be careful when putting pressure on it, y’know.”

He sighs contently as he feels you cuddle closer into his side, your arm lightly draped over his waist and head resting on his chest. Daniel tightens his arm around you and smiles as he feels you squeeze his waist in response to his hold.

“So, why’d ya bring me out here?” You raised your head from his chest, opting to replace it with just your chin as you gaze up at his face.

He turns his face down towards yours and could only smile brighter. “Is it so wrong for me to wanna spend some time alone with my girl?”

“Your girl, huh?” You tease and you feel his chest vibrate as he chuckles.

“Yeah, my girl.” He plants a kiss on your forehead and he melts at the sweet smile that forms on your face, the moonlight from above hitting your form and highlight every little thing he loves about you. “So, I’m definitely like the coolest guy you know now, right?”

You move your shoulders to mimic a shrug as best as you can in the position your body is in and allow your face to express nonchalance. “Not really, Mr Miyagi is definitely still the coolest guy I know.”

He narrows his eyes at you, those brown orbs looking at you with a hint of playfulness and mischief. “Oh really?” Before you could even blink, Daniel had moved you on to your back with him hovering above you, his hands on each side of your head, holding up his body.

You bit your lip softly with a small smile, playing into his act. “Definitely.”

He lowers his head so his lips barely graze against your own and he lowers his voice to a mere whisper. “I s’pose I could change your mind somehow.”

“Oh yeah?” You sultrily responded before raising your head to close the gap between the two of you, your lips meeting in a bruising kiss.

Your one hand travels up to grasp on to his dark locks and you moan into the kiss, the whole action heating up and deepening in mere moments.

Daniel, without breaking the hot and steamy kiss, manoeuvres himself carefully in between your legs, parting your thighs with his body and settling his hips against you own, grinding against your clothed cunt, forcing more low moans from the two of you.

He removes himself from your lips and lowers his head to assault your neck, allowing you to breath in and out deeply, your chest heaving and grazing against his. “Daniel,” you breathlessly whisper. He hums against your neck but makes no move to cease his kisses on the burning flesh of your neck. “Someone could see.”

Daniel finally detaches himself from your neck and kisses your lips once more, hard and passionately, him capturing your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls away, deeply breathing himself. “I don’t care,” he rasped out, all whilst still rutting against you. One particular grind against you had you moaning louder than previous, your breath catching in your throat.

With all caution now being thrown to the wind by your own hands, you brought him back down to crash your lips against his as your hips moved to their own accord, meeting his own ruts against you and drawing a deep groan from him.

Releasing his hair, you bring your hand to in between your lusting bodies and push at his chest, forcing him back and on to his knees.

He watches with wide, lust blown eyes as you sit up following his body and hastily attack his belt and the buttons on his jeans, popping them open and dragging the zipper down with speed, followed by violently yanking his jeans down. Daniel, after a moment of continuing to watch, acted himself and attacked your own jean buttons and zipper.

Just as your eager hands were about to pull his boxers down, he caught your wrists in his hand and darted his tongue out to wet his lips. “Lie down, baby.”

Within an instant, you were right back to lying down and staring up at him. Daniel hooked his fingers in the waist band of your denim short and pulled them harshly down your legs, your hips raised to assist him.

He tossed them a short distance away to the side and a lustful grin overtook his features as he moved to lean back over you, his one hand going back to beside your head as the other drags along the skin and flesh of the inside of your thighs leaving a path of goosebumps in its wake, trailing up closer and closer until he finally cups your heated, slick cunt in his hand.

You whine as his hand barely moves against your arousal and he chuckles shortly. “C’mon, we don’t exactly have time to mess about Daniel.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he starts, slowly pushing your underwear to the side and running a finger tantalisingly slow between your folds, ever so slightly teasing your clit. “We aren’t in any rush, baby.”

He leans down, kissing you deeply and you can’t help but sigh against his lips as he finally pushed one finger inside of you, slowly withdrawing it and sliding it back in all the same.

Daniel continues to work his finger in and out of you, curling it upwards and constantly grazing it against the ridged walls of your cunt, drawing breathy moans out of you. His lips work on your neck once more as he does, your eyes closed and enjoying the feeling of him working you with such touches, an even lengthier moan escaping you when he adds a second finger into your dripping heat.

His touches were sweet and pleasurable but left you unsatisfied, your want for more overwhelming and leaving you squirming and whining. “Daniel, please.” Daniel raised his head from your neck and looked down at you where your eyes were now opened and looking up at him with a sort of desperation.

He stilled his fingers and leaned in closer to you, his fingers ghosting over your lips as you whine at the lack of movement. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“You know what I want, Danny,” you whined, moving your hips in an attempt to gain some friction and soothe the ache settling between your legs.

A small smirk danced across his lips as he removed his fingers from your hole slowly to which you whimpered at in response, your pussy clenching around nothing but air. “C’mon baby, just tell me what you want.”

“I want you, Danny,” you started in a whinny, needy tone. “I want you in me.”

He smiled down at you and gave a sweet, slow, sensual kiss to your lips before adjusting himself slightly once more, the hand that had been teasing you relentlessly moving to his boxers and pushing them down his thighs just like his jeans, exposing his hardened dick.

Daniel hissed as the chilled night air hit his length but moved forward and lined himself up at your entrance. Slowly, he pushed in, your warmth inviting and soon, he was deep inside you, bottoming out and causing the both of you to moan out.

Looking up at you, he waited until you gave a small nod, to which he started to slowly pull his hips back, his cock dragging deliciously against your walls before pushing back in.

Each thrust made you release a wantonness moan which spurred him on to fasten his pace, his hips meeting yours with a force, your breathing along with his picking up whilst at it.

“I- Fuck. I love you. God, I love you,” he lowly spoke as he continued to thrust his dick in and out of your soaked cunt.

Your eyes locked with his, teary and dazed. “I love you, too,” you whispered breathlessly, a moan following after, your back arching off the ground slightly, your hands coming up to grip his biceps.

Daniel leaned down once more, capturing your lips with a heated kiss once more, passion and love filling each second they stayed connected and he picked up his pace again, feeling his release inch closer and closer, the clenching spasm of your walls around his cock showing your were just as close as he.

“More,” you moaned to him, your eyes closed in pleasure and Daniel complied as best he could, trying to keep his thrusts even as he brought his hand back down to rub vicious circles around your clit.

“C’mon baby. So close, good girl, c’mon” he praised breathlessly. “Let go f’ me, baby.”

With his encouragement, his pounding thrusts and assault on your clit, you couldn’t hold off on your orgasm any longer and released within an instant accompanied by a long, drawn out, pornographic moan.

Your leg slightly twitched and your walls continued to clench around his cock thrusting in and out of you at a quick pace. The sensation entrancing him, his thrusts now uneven and erratic, now chasing his own release.

As he teetered on the edge of his orgasm, his moans became more prominent, low and deep, resembling growls and with a few final thrusts, he pulled himself out of you with much dismay and came across the expanse of your smooth thighs.

The muscle in his legs flexed as cum spurted from the head of his cock and landed on your flesh.

Once his climax passed, he was left a panting, sweating mess, and he rested his forehead against your own heaving chest, his eyes closed whilst he calmed himself down.

“Are you okay?” You whispered as a handful of quiet moments passed, your hands combing through his sweaty locks soft and slowly, bringing him back out of his tired trance and drawing his head up from his chest to open his eyes and look up into your own.

He sent you the sweetest, tired smile and moved his head back up near your own, now looking down at you with adoring eyes. “Never been better,” he answered honestly as he brought his hand up to brush your hair behind your ear before settling it against your cheek his palm warm and soothing, his thumb gently brushing against the apple of your cheek.

Daniel leant forward and kissed your lips, a sigh of happiness leaving you both simultaneously. If he could, he’d stay within this moment with you for eternity. The two of you, together, happy and content, nothing disturbing the peaceful serenity surrounding you both.

And so, he stayed like that with you in that moment, just a little longer, ignoring the possibility that someone would come along to find you both looking in such a way.

Just for a moment longer.

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I had no idea how to finish this off lmao

Anyways, I’m like really excited for season 4 of Cobra Kai

I lowkey want Julie for The Next Karate Kid to get involved somehow

Same for Jessica from the third movie to see if there’s any sign of her and Daniel staying in touch and keeping their platonic friendship from the movie throughout the years

If you want to be added to a taglist lemme know

Anywho, I hope you enjoy

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and are greatly appreciated :D

[afterdusk-if]

After Dusk is an interactive novel set within our world that may be a little different than you recall.

Setting: New York City

Genre(s): Thriller, Mystery, Supernatural, Low-Fantasy.

Warning(s): This story is rated 18+ for depictions of alcohol consumption, strong language, murder, blood, sexual themes, and horrible puns.

Scenario and NSFW asks are welcomed.

DEMO (TBA)

The year is 1947…

You’re one of the most reputable private investigators within the great establishment that is New York City. Having solved dozens of cases— from the simplest cheating spouse jobs to tracking down people that don’t want to be tracked— you were the go to person for anyone in need of help.

If said person was of the supernatural variety, of course.

After all you’re one of the only few humans that know of their existence; of the world within your own so to speak. Having taken the reigns of your grandfathers legacy after his passing.

Everything was going good— albeit your caseload was getting rather dry— and you were even thinking about buying the new loft down on Fifth. You never expected how drastically your life was about to change.

And then your next client walked through the door…

Play as a PI within the sprawling landscape of 1940s NYC; where mobsters and monsters roam the streets.

Try your best to uncover all the facts within your new case… as it could very well be the last thing you ever do.

Interact with a variety of different characters. From humans to werewolves to witches; nothing is off the table.

Customizable MC: name, gender, sexuality, appearance, some background choices, and a smattering of other things that may crop up during the story.

Romance 1 of 6 possible options that will offer unique experiences for your MCs. (4 being gender selectable, 1 being male, and the other being female.)

Will you be able to solve the mystery that has entrenched you so?

Or will it be lost in the night?

Colton Jones [M] - The Journalist

31 [5’8” | Light Brown Eyes | Dark Brown Hair]

Species: Human

With a dashing smile, Colton has always been able to worm his way into even the most hard to reach places. His skill of charm— the ease in which he can speak with people— is the exact reason why you need him to help you; as you also need all of the possible sources he can bring to the table too. Maybe it could turn into more?

Vera Hayes [F] - The Singer

29 [5’10” | Hazel Eyes | Golden Brown Hair]

Species: Witch

The star of the affluent Empire Room— a hotspot for the richest, and sometimes dangerous, individuals within New York City— that has a witty retort to everything you may throw at her. You knew that you needed her as she was an excellent source to have on the inside. You just need to make sure the lines don’t blur too much.

Nathan/Natasha Sinclair [M/F] - The Client

200+ [6’4” | Emerald Green Eyes | Light Blonde Hair]

Species: Vampire

Your newest client— the one that started this entire thing— with a story you know isn’t the complete truth but who’s willing to pay you triple your normal rate. A price that you’re certain they’d be able to pay in full; if their outfit and demeanor is anything to go by. Their aloof attitude, mixed with the seriousness in which they hold themselves, would be show-stopper to some but you couldn’t but be intrigued.

Tyler/Taylor Avery [M/F] - The Partner

32 [5’5” | Golden Brown Eyes | Auburn Hair]

Species: Werewolf

Your pseudo-partner that has helped you for as long as you could remember; someone you always know you can count on in your time of need. This time isn’t any different as they’re by your side the moment you call them with information about the new case. Their ever-present smile and can-do attitude already brightening up the dreary morning.

Ethan/Emily Clarke [M/F] - The Detective

33 [6’0 | Slate Grey Eyes | Ash Brown Hair]

Species: Human

Not technically having any jurisdiction within most parts of NYC, you need to have help from Detective Clarke every now and then. Something that’s always met with a patented eye roll, a shake of their head, and the slightest quirking of their lips; a threat to leave you stranded escaping their lips as they help you out for the umpteenth time. It’s a threat that they never followed through on… this time isn’t any different.

Leon/Lena Barone [M/F] - The Mobster

33 [6’2” | Sapphire Blue Eyes | Raven Black Hair]

Species: Half-Breed

The Barone Crime Family is one of the most infamous families within all of NYC; nothing, and no one, can ever come close to touching them. Partly in thanks to the heir of the entire family. An heir that you know you need if you’re going to make the waves you need within the Empire Room. You just hope that the stories about them aren’t true. As you don’t particularly wish to wind up in the Hudson come daybreak. Beggars can’t be choosers, however.

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Spike and Faye Pairing Analysis

March 2021

Ah the hit or miss pairing of the century! If you don’t love it, you probably hate it lol. I’m a very analytical person so I love analyzing works of art and overall enjoy deep discussions about them too. I have SO much to say when it comes to Cowboy Bebop (and oh I plan to), but I have decided to start with my very own OTP. Here, I am not really going to discuss Spike and Faye’s feelings for each other, but rather why I think people are drawn to this pairing and why I think they're totally valid. Get ready for a long read!😁

⚠️SPOILER WARNING!!! [Major Cowboy Bebop and the movie Out of the Past spoilers]⚠️

First off, let’s clear something up. I am confident most of us can agree that Spike was in love with Julia. Some people assume Spike and Faye fans are deranged and disregard Spike and Julia’s romantic relationship to try and make something of Spike and Faye that never was. While some people may have their various theories and opinions on this, generally, I don’t think anyone denies Spike’s love for Julia. As we will see, this pairing is not really driven by who loves who...let’s first look on the surface.

I don’t know your experiences with the series, but in mine, every time I show this to people it never fails for someone to say something along the lines of,

“Wait, they don’t end up together?”

“Why didn’t he kiss her!?”

“He should have stayed with her...”

and so fourth. 

Naturally, this pairing catches many eyes. 

Think about it, you are given two really cool, really hot and really deep characters that are really fun to see together! There are so many parallels between the two and they are arguably the strongest characters of the bunch. Granted, you can agree with this and still not ship them, but these aspects are part of what opens up the door for many fans of the pairing.

However, there is certainly more to this pairing than them simply looking good together right? As the years pass and I’ve now seen the show multiple times, my understanding of it has evolved in many areas, Spike and Faye included. 

Spike and Faye really couldn’t have ended up together. Sure, it’s a nice thought, but It would have been an entirely different show if they had. I don’t feel that the show should have happened any other way and I don’t think many other fans would either. 

So, what am I saying here?

What’s the point of this paring if I don’t think they should have ended up together? 

It is what's so frustrating about them, yet keeps you coming back and what honestly validates this pairing in my opinion. Spike and Faye are not driven by what is, but rather, what could be.  

I personally feel the themes of classic film Noir are not discussed enough when it comes to Cowboy Bebop! This is one of the show's major influences, especially when it comes to the plot and characters.

One of the common tropes of a film noir is that of a protagonist who is drawn back into his past and ultimate doom, usually by the “seduction” of a femme fatale. In these movies, the women are either a femme fatale [devious, dangerous, mysterious, greedy, troubled, or unreliable] or a woman of virtue [reliable, dutiful, trustworthy, conventional and loving]. 

I am going to use the 1947 classic, Out of the Past to make my comparisons from here on out.

In Out of the Past, Jeff is a former detective who gets caught up in a love triangle between a gangster and his girlfriend Kathie, sound familiar? He attempts to run away with her, but is betrayed and runs off to start a new life in a new town. Here, he meets Ann and falls in love with her, but of course, his past catches up to him and he is drawn back into the world of criminals (largely by Kathie’s involvement). This ultimately results in his and Kathie’s deaths and Ann’s heartbreak. 

Even though Kathie is the femme fatale in this movie, I found myself comparing her more to Julia’s role in the show, than to Faye’s and I found that Faye actually fit best in Ann’s role (this is a bit unusual considering Faye is typically seen as the femme fatale of this show).

Does that mean I think Julia was as ill intentioned as Kathie or that Spike fell in love with Faye? Well, not exactly, let’s look at it a bit further.

“The kind of beautiful, dangerous ordinary that you just can’t leave alone...Like an angel from the underworld or a devil from paradise.”

Most of what we get about Julia is from Spike’s point of view. From this, we learn she is at the center of Vicious and Spike’s conflict, but aside from that she is basically depicted as “The Virtuous Woman” of a noir. The colors around her are warm and she is shown caring for Spike. There is an innocence and modestly about her as well.

Yet, when we finally do meet Julia, we get a different image. We know she is tied up with dangerous men, but is she herself a dangerous woman?

She is certainly capable of betrayal. 

Suddenly she is a bad-ass-gun-toting woman in leather and black, surrounded by hues of grey and dark blue. Intentional or not, Julia is a major part of what lures Spike back into the past and ultimately to his death. In this case, Julia is the femme fatale of Spike’s story and thus, their relationship is doomed from the start.

Faye, on the other hand, is portrayed in somewhat of a contrast. When we first meet her, she is the clear cut femme fatale, appearing cunning, strong willed and seductive. However, we soon find that she has quite a bit of kindness and naivety hidden behind her facade. She uses the former tactics as a way of emotional (and probably physical) protection. Gren points this out in his conversation with her. 

Gren, 

“You’re just afraid they’d abandon you so you abandoned them. You distanced yourself from the whole thing.”

As the show progresses, we start to see less of her “femme fatale nature” and something more genuine. Think about it, between Hard Luck Woman and RFB Part 2 we don’t see much of Faye as her typical conniving or unreliable self, aside from changing the course of the Bebop maybe. Sure she takes off, but it isn’t at all for the same reasons she did in Jupiter Jazz or Speak Like a Child, for example. 

I would argue we actually see her more trustworthy and caring than ever. Since I don’t want to spend too much time talking about Faye’s character development (not here at least) I’ll give one example of this. 

When she returns to the Bebop after her encounter with Julia in RFB Part 1, she gives Spike the message, even though the outcome might hurt her (i.e. he leaves and/or dies). While she does first say “It’s gonna cost you,” she doesn’t really mean it because she tells him without hesitation only moments later.

This isn’t to say Faye good, Julia bad. Both women have their layers and even though we know way more about Faye, I don’t get the impression that Julia is selfish and cunning like Kathie was. But I do get the feeling she was enclosed in a world of crime and betrayal the way Kathie was. We really only know the basics of Spike and Julia’s situation. Who knows the details like motive or how long it lasted etc. etc. We can only speculate...

There is a scene towards the end of Out Of The Past, where Kathie tells Jeff to go away with her. This time it is her asking him, just like Julia asks Spike. During this she mentions,

“I never told you I was anything but what I am, you just wanted to imagine I was. That’s why I left you.”

This got me thinking...did Spike imagine Julia as something she wasn’t? Or something he wanted her to be that she just couldn’t be? 

It could explain why we get such contrasted images of her.

There are themes of this “dreamlike” relationship between Jeff and Kathie, similar to Spike and Julia’s “It was all a dream.”

The two of them were going to “live and be free,” probably something neither of them knew how to do and most likely wouldn’t have been able to get away with.

When Jet asks Spike if he can just forget the past, this is his answer.

Spike,

“There was a woman. For the first time in my life I saw a woman that was truly alive. At least that’s what I thought. She was the part of me I had lost, that part that was missing, that I had been longing for.”

I always wondered about this, because Spike is clearly talking about Julia, but right after is when Faye shows up. To me, that spoke volumes...

Faye is a woman who is terribly human and terribly alive.

Going back to Faye and Ann, I find their similarities shine not so much in the “Virtuous Woman,” concept, but rather in Ann’s dedication to Jeff and her optimism for the future. She is also the last person to talk to Jeff before he leaves for the final time, as if he were being presented with one last alternative. Spike spends his last moments with Faye as well, in which she basically begs him not to go and keep him in the present that she has now discovered for herself. She may be stuck, but she is definitely someone that yearns for human connection, love, and life.

The problem is, Spike and Faye are both set in opposite directions. Her’s leads to a future and Spike knows this because he points it out early on (My Funny Valentine). He also knows, his most likely does not. He has already dug himself too deep into this hole, if you will, that there is really no turning back. 

But let’s say none of that was an issue? What could be?

I sat and watched this movie (Out of the Past) with my mom. She didn’t know anything about it and didn’t know why I was watching it. I wanted her genuine reaction. The whole time she was getting mad at Jeff until the very end. I asked her why and she said that she wanted him to be able to live happily with Ann. I explained to her why he had to do what he did. She understood this, but still couldn’t help but be sad at how things turned out for him, when they could have been good.

Even though Kathie and Jeff are the “lovers,” of this movie, you don’t really want them to end up together. Forget that Kathie has a devious nature, regardless, you know where it has to end and you don’t want to see your hero die.

Like Kathie, Julia symbolizes Spike’s inevitable doom and Like Ann, Faye symbolizes his possible future. 

“I’ll be with you till the end”

                           “You’re the one still tied to the past Spike!”

                                                               “Why do you have to go? Where are you going? What are you gonna do, just throw your life away like it was nothing?!”

It’s two sides of a sad coin...

We want Spike to have a future and because we love the characters of the show, it would be really great if he could have it with them, but that is where the tragedy is. It's only an idea we can think about, a possibility presented to us as it was to Jeff and Spike before their deaths.

The bottom line is, when it comes to Spike and Faye you are really only given a taste. You are not given what you expect to see, which is why I say this ship is driven by what could be. As it is with most of the character relationships in the show, no major breakthroughs are made until the very end, when it's too late. Then it just feels like such wasted potential, but sometimes in life, that's how it is. And thus, we have been given a very classic noir here ladies and gentlemen!

So no, I don’t think people miss the mark when they ship Spike and Faye, nor do I find they invalidate the show by any means. I kind of like that Watanabe switched it up and didn’t do the expected, but left us those subtle hints. He didn’t outright give Spike another lover, but he gave us someone that represents what he could have. Kind of does that with the crew as a whole too!

UGH. I love-hate this show and I love this pairing! Thank you for reading my thoughts and I know this may not be the case or reasoning for everyone, but just based on what I have seen around the community and where this show draws inspiration, this is what I have concluded. I didn’t get into Spike and Faye’s feelings for each other because it gets a little more theoretical there, but I would like to do a post on my thoughts on that as well sometime. I also didn’t touch too much on Spike’s reasoning for choosing to face Vicious in the end, just because I know that will only lead into a whole other analysis lol. But you know I have my thoughts on that and certainly plan to share them 😎 Also, I know I basically spoiled it, but Out of the Past is such a great movie!! I think if you’re a fan of this show it's definitely worth a watch! There are so many more parallels to Cowboy Bebop that I didn’t even mention. Anyways, thanks again and talk to you soon!

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I witness pro-Israeli arguments online every day – and one of the things that always depresses me is when I see those defending Israel get stuck down pointless rabbit holes. Anti-Israel activists are only interested in the present ‘what’ – as in ‘the prisoner’, ‘the checkpoint’, ‘the wall’ – and they do this because this is where they are comfortable. These propagandists deliberately avoid the ‘why’ because the truth is quicksand for them. Such as why the ‘wall’ was built in the first place. And why on earth would anyone argue over a ‘settlement’ like Ariel – if the person you are arguing with thinks that Tel Aviv is an ‘illegal settlement’ too. This cannot be stressed often enough – it is simply foolish to fight on their turf.

Nowhere is this more visible that in discussion over what they call the ‘Nakba’ – the Arab defeat in a war that they wanted, started and lost. A war in which they sought to annihilate the Jews. Arguing from within their narrative is like bitterly arguing over the size of the thrones in the Narnian Capital ‘Cair Paravel’.

A recent comment piece in the Jewish Chronicle provides a perfect example. One of our naive and privileged youth wrote a piece bemoaning the fact that she wasn’t prepared by her Jewish school to fight for Israel on campus – because as she sees it – ‘we do not talk about the Palestinian narrative in a meaningful way’. Her answer includes introducing ‘Israel-critical’ groups like Yachad into schools and to teach our children about the ‘Nakba’. This is an absurd and submissive response to the problem. Her suggested solution would send an entire generation down the rabbit hole.

The Nakba narrative is a lie. Should the UK have taught children Soviet propaganda so that they would have been better prepared to defend the UK at uni too? Yes campus is hostile. Some places have adopted a far darker and more Islamist vision. I know it is deeply uncomfortable for young Zionists, but submission is not the way forward. If we Jews do not defend ourselves – then who will defend us? Adopting the lies of our enemies onto our own platforms will only lead to self destruction.

The Nakba – as it is described by our enemies – never happened. They have taken isolated incidents, such as the disputed events of Deir Yassin or what took place in Lod – and built an entire fairytale around them. The truth of 1948 – the foundation of everything that followed – is very simple and we should never lose sight of it – nor stop teaching it to our children. The truth can sometimes be really unpopular – but it does not stop being the truth.

What follows is a list of pillars and myths. The pillars are the foundations of the self inflicted distaster that was to befall the Arab population. The myths are the lies upon which the history is being rewritten.

SEVEN OF THE PILLARS THAT LED TO A SELF INFLICTED DISASTER

Pillar 1. The pillar of Arab violence

Conventional wisdom has it that the ‘civil war’ followed sporadic Arab violence in reaction to the partition vote in November 1947. In some ways this is misleading. The Arab massacres of Jews in 1920, 1921, 1929, 1936 and 1938 all occurred before 1947. And between each of these major events were lots of little ones – many of them never properly advertised because the British wanted to protect the image of ‘successful control’. The truth is that by the 1920s there was organised violence against Jewish communities and by the 1930s it had spread throughout the area of the British Mandate.

In the early days, armed local Arab gangs saw the Jews as a soft target and frequently attacked them. The British were often uninterested in robustly defending Jewish communities from these attacks. This Telegram from the High Commissioner provides an example from Jerusalem in Nov 1921 (British archives – file CO 733/7).

“A disturbance took place in Jerusalem this morning when a small crowd of Arab roughs appeared in the Jaffa Road. They were dispersed by police but soon after gathered for an attack on the Jewish Quarter… A bomb was thrown and a few cases of knifing occurred. Four Jews and one Arab was killed and fifteen persons were wounded”.

This consistent problem led to the creation of the Jewish Defense Force – the ‘Haganah’. But the violence against Jews was a growing feature – and became a regular and vastly under-reported feature of Jewish life in the Mandate.

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Do you know Yates County?: Yates County Oddity No. 1 through No. 26

By Jonathan Monfiletto

Anyone who has conducted research either through Yates County’s digitized newspapers or the Yates County History Center’s subject files has likely come across items titled either “Penn Yan Oddity” or “Yates County Oddity.” These items – snippets might be a good word – provide information about various aspects of local history, seeming to answer some sort of question or mystery.

Seeing so many of these snippets – and finding the answers but seeming not to find the question – I decided to scour our digitized newspaper database to see if I could find all of them, the questions with the answers. It turns out the oddities – 90 Penn Yan Oddity items, 52 Yates County Oddity items – were part of an advertising campaign in the 1940s for Baldwin’s Bank, then located at 127 Main St. in Penn Yan, the present-day home of the Arts Center of Yates The Penn Yan Oddities ran in The Chronicle-Express in consecutive weeks from February 20, 1947 to November 11, 1948, and then the Yates County Oddities picked up right away in the newspaper from November 18, 1948 to November 24, 1949. So, for more than 2 and a half years, readers of The Chronicle-Express learned something about local history each week in the newspaper.

Each item started out as an advertisement for Baldwin’s Bank with the phrase “Do You Know Yates County?” at the top of the graphic followed by the question for the week. In the middle, the bulk of the ad, would appear information about the bank’s various services and offerings. The bottom would direct the reader to look for the answer elsewhere on the same page and then look for another Oddity the following week.

In this article, I present Yates County Oddity No. 1 through No. 26. Each question and answer has been transcribed exactly as it appeared in the newspaper, which changes made only for typographical errors and not for grammatical errors. The only time words have been removed from the items is in the case of references to photographs that appeared in the newspaper.

1) Where are there 10 different classifications of soil within ½ mile?

A Yates County soil analysis made in 1916 shows that at Fiveville, a little south of Italy Hill, there are 10 classifications of soil within a half-mile radius: Wooster, gravelly silt loam and stoney silt loam, Volusia flat phase silt loam and silt loam, muck, Holly silt loam, Papakating silt clay loam, Chenango gravelly silt loam, Lordstown stoney silt loam, and Genesee silt loam.

2) What farm still uses an “old oaken bucket?”

There is an “Old Oaken Bucket” well still in use on the old McFarren farm, Penn Yan, RD 4, now owned by H.M. Fulkrod. The bucket is lowered by a rope and there is a wood hand brake to slow the speed as it descends the well. When filled, the bucket is drawn up by turning the crank attached to the wooden spool.

3) Who was the first white child born here?

The great grandfather of Charles Beaumont, Penn Yan insurance agent and real estate brother, is said to be the first white child born in what is now Yates county. Joseph Hopeton Beautmont was born Sept. 26, 1798, to James Beaumont, native of England, and Mary Malin Beaumont, flollowers of Jemima Wilkinson. Their child was the first born in the New Jerusalem settlement. J.H. Beaumont died June 27, 1893, in the residence at 109 East Main street, now owned and occupied by Herbert Thayer. The old “Beaumont” horseblock may still be seen in front of the residence.

4) Bricks for what building were made of clay dug from the building’s cellar?

Sixty years ago this summer clay was removed when the basement for Ball hall of Keuka institute and college was being excavated. The same clay went chiefly into the making of the interior bricks from which the present structure was built.

5) What township was called Vernon?

From Jerusalem township of Ontario county in 1803 a new township, including what is now Milo and Torrey, was created and named Vernon. But Oneida county had created a Vernon township a year earlier, so confusion resulted. As a result on April 6, 1809 the state legislature changed the name of Vernon township, Ontario county, to Snell, honoring the state senator, Jacob Snell from Montgomery county.

Residents of this area apparently saw no reason for honoring a senator from another county, so assembled in a protest meeting at the inn of Luman Phelps, located at the corner of Main and Head streets in the young village of Penn Yan. The group petitioned the legislature to change the name to Benton township, honoring Levi Benton, the first settler in the region. On April 2, 1810, Albany nodded consent.

Milo township was set up and apart from Benton township in 1818 and Torrey township was separated from Benton in 1851.

6) What traditional birthplace of a people is in Yates?

Bare Hill in the western section of Yates county on the east side of Canandaigua lake is famous in legends of the early inhabitants of Yates county as the supernatural birthplace of the Seneca Indians.

7) What was the first name of Starkey town?

Both Starkey and Barrington townships were originally, along with Tyrone, Wayne, and Reading townships, now of Steuben and Schuyler counties, a part of Frederickton in Steuben county. Afterwards Reading was cut off and the Town of Wayne, including what is now Barrington, was organized. In 1822 Barrington was organized with the boundaries that define it today and in 1826, along with Starkey, it was annexed to Yates county.

8) Where was the nearest toll gate to Penn Yan?

A toll gate on the Penn Yan Branchport plank roead was near the site of the Allison and Daniels office – the old Hanford farm. The toll gate at the other end of the road was near Esperanza at the foot of the old road that ascends the hill west of the spacious mansion. Many older residents can remember the ruins of this toll gate house.

9) What surveyor was first settler of a town?

John Mower, 18, carried the chain, served as cook and was in charge of the pack horses for the crew which surveyed the new pre-emption line from Pennsylvania’s north border to Lake Ontario. In 1790 he settled in West River hollow, Italy township. Italy was originally part of Middletown township, organized in 1789, but changed to Naples township in 1808. Seven years later Italy township was set off. John Mower is quoted in history as saying that one spring he killed 314 rattlesnakes on the west side of the stream not far from the rocky ledges where they hibernated. The township was then rich in a dense forest of noble trees.

10) What rural cemeteries were once next to churches?

The cemetery near Swing’s or Ovenshire’s corners on the Penn Yan-Dundee road in Barrington and the Nettle Valley cemetery on the Penn Yan-Potter road, road were once adjoining churches. The church buildings have long since been removed and their location obliterated.

Do you know of any others in Yates county?

11) What was the first barn west of Seneca Lake?

In 1791, according to tradition, Caleb Benton built a barn 30 by 40 feet, starting on Monday morning with trees standing in the woods. These, it is said, were felled, hewed, and framed and the barn enclosed so that wheat was drawn into it by Saturday.

This was reported to be the first barn built west of Seneca lake.

12) Is there a battle ground sites in Yates?

The nearest any part of the present area of Yates county came to becoming a battleground was Sept. 9, 1779, when 400 of General Sullivan’s riflemen were sent along the west side of Seneca lake from the site of Geneva to what is now Kashong point and there wrecked the Indian settlement. Resistance of the [Native Americans] was insignificant if not entirely lacking.

The power of Indians had been broken in the battle of Newtown, east of Elmira.

13) What is Lake Keuka unlike other lakes?

Lake Keuka is unique, but not because it is shaped like the letter Y.

Geologists say that it is perhaps the only body of Y-shaped water with one of the upper branches an inlet and the other an outlet. Elsewhere nature has made the two top branches inlets and the base branch an outlet. Early glacial action, say geologists, created this freak. Water flows in at Hammondsport, the south end, also at Branchport, one of the north ends, and flows out through the other north end by way of the East or Penn Yan branch.

14) How old is the Friend house?

While commonly referred to as 150 years, the actual age of the Jemima Wilkinson house in Jerusalem is a matter of dispute. Arnold Potter, descendant of the early Friend settlers, believes the dwelling was some five years in the building and was completed in 1815. Her death occurred four years later. The Friend joined her followers near City Hill, Torrey township, in 1790 and there built the first frame dwelling in western New York. This would have been 25 years before completion of the Jerusalem home which still stands.

15) Where is there a Kentucky coffee tree?

On the east side of Route 14, the Dresden-Geneva state road, just before crossing the bridge over Kashong creek as one drives north out of Yates into Ontario county is a Kentucky Coffee tree – a rare sight in this vicinity. The tree is conspicuous because of its large leaf and uniquely shaped seed pod.

Does anyone know of any others in Yates county?

16) Through what bay does Yates rainfall reach ocean?

Practically all the area of Yates county drains into Canandaigua, Keuka, or Seneca lakes or into Potter swamp and runs eventually through the St. Lawrence river and bay into the Atlantic ocean. But a very limited section of South Italy and Jerusalem townships drain into the Cohocton and a bit of southern Barrington into Waneta and Lamoka lakes from when the water may flow through the Susquehanna system into the Atlantic by way of the Chesapeake bay, some 1,000 miles south of the St. Lawrence.

17) How many Yates places use Old World names?

At least four Yates county townships – Italy, Jerusalem, Milo, and Middlesex – have names which were long famous in England or on the continent of Europe. Also two villages – Dundee and Dresden.

Do you know of any other Yates community names borrowed from other countries?

18) What famous orator was born in this county?

Some of the addresses of Red Jacket, famed Indian orator, have been included in printed collections of the famous speeches of the years. But Red Jacket may or may not have been born in Yates county. Historians disagree upon the place of his birth. It may have been near Branchport or at Canoga, in Seneca county.

Robert G. Ingersoll, agnostic and brilliant orator, was born in Dresden Aug. 11, 1833. His birthplace is being preserved in his memory.

19) Where is the highest spot in Yates County?

The highest spot in Yates county is 2,130 feet above sea level and includes a few acres on the high plateau just west of the Jerusalem township line in Italy, about six miles west and a bit north of Branchport. It was in this area that a bomber crashed during World War II, killing all occupants.

20) Where is the lowest spot in Yates County?

The lowest spot in Yates county is above sea level – and is located somewhere in the bottom of Seneca lake this side of the Seneca county line which is in the middle of the lake.

Within the last few years Yates county has “settled” a great deal – some 400 feet roughly. Up to that time the eastern boundary of the county was highwater mark on the west shore of Seneca lake, which is listed as about 444 feet above sea level. This boundary caused much confusion. Game Protector Clay White, for example, apprehending a duck hunter or fisherman off the Yates county shore for some violation, had to take his man all the way around the end of Seneca lake, possibly 40 miles, to bring him before a Seneca county official. Assemblyman Vernon Blodgett introduced a bill a few years ago placing the county boundary in the middle of the lake.

In spots Seneca lake bottom is said to be even a bit below sea level.

21) How may lakes are there in the county?

There are no lakes in Yates county – entirely within the county, that is.

More than half of the Lake Keuka shoreline is within Yates, about seven miles of the Canandaigua shore line and over 20 miles of Seneca lake’s west shore. Lakes Waneta and Lamoka are just beyond the county boundaries.

22) How many railroads are there in the county?

Three different railroad companies operate lines in Yates county: the Pennsylvania, the New York Central, and the Lehigh Valley, the latter running diesel motors over the Middlesex Valley line between Geneva and Naples. These are the first diesels to be used in regular service in the county.

23) How many schools are there in the county?

While there are 50 rural school districts in Yates county, according to Superintendent Stephen Underwood of Branchport, but 26 of them maintain a school. Of the remaining 24 districts, 8 have sold their buildings; the others being idle, actually there are 32 schools in Yates county, if you add to the above 26 rural schools, the Middlesex Valley and Dundee central schools, St. Michael’s Parochial school in Penn Yan, the Penn Yan Union school (which has five buildings), Lakemont academy, and Keuka college with its several buildings.

24) How many miles of state road are there?

According to George Havens, county superintendent of highways, the total public highway mileage in Yates county is 1,813.44. Of this total 149.18 miles are in county highways, 109.16 state roads, and only 55.10 of town roads.

25) How many post offices are there in Yates?

Two of the Yates county townships, Italy and Barrington, have no post offices. Three townships have one post office each: Rushville in Potter, Dresden in Torrey, and Middlesex in Middlesex township. Milo and Benton have two post offices each: Penn Yan and Himrod in the former, Bellona and Gage in the latter. Jerusalem township with three offices, at Branchport, Bluff Point, and Keuka Park, and Starkey with  four, at Dundee, Rock Stream, Starkey, and Lakemont, bring the total number of post offices now operating in this county to 14. Years ago there were many more.

26) How many public libraries in Yates County?

Branchport, Keuka Park, Dundee, and Penn Yan now have the only libraries which are open to the public.

All of these are included as participants in the Yates County Community chest.

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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Main Story Chapter 2-3: 时间针脚 The Patchwork of Time Translation

“If this happens again, that'll be the last design you're ever going to be making in Warson. We are not a charity.”

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MC: … Sariel is calling for me?

Although I was confused beyond measure at why he would do that, I still complied, walking over to him.

Sariel: Rookie?

MC: Yes?

Sariel: Tell me what you think about this design.

MC: ?

Sariel had already handed me the design draft he had on hand while I was still stuck being puzzled.

❖☆———————————★❖

It was a yellowing sheet of paper. One look told you that it had probably seen a couple of years. There was even a splotchy light brown stain on the blank area.

I looked at the one-piece dress that had been drafted in the centre of the paper.

An intricately, yet delicately modified shoulder line, a tight waist area, and a pleated skirt made out of a thick material that fell over the knees. It was a classic design of a dress, its style reminiscent of the great Fashion Designer, Joseph Clinton's.

But I'm sure he isn't asking me to just comment on the design style of this, right?

How should I answer him?

☆Light Choice: Praise the good points

MC: I think this design to be… bold.

Sariel suddenly raises his eyes to look at me, his sharp gaze making me feel a tad nervous.

MC: This design draft feels like a vintage piece.

MC: I can see the not-yet developed version of the bias-cutting technique, which originated from the start of the last century, here.

MC: So, I’m pretty sure that this draft hails from those times of war.

MC: During those times, the fashion industry took a big hit due to the economic depression and the lack of resources.

MC: Women gave up their dresses, swapping them out for simple and practical uniforms and wide pants.

MC: But in this draft—

MC: Whether it be the special tailoring to further emphasize the curves of a woman’s body or the design of the beautiful bubble skirt, it all requires over ten meters of fabric to be created.

MC: It is a blatant revolution against the fashion trends during those times.

MC: The Designer for this piece hopes to use fashion to help liberate people from those warring times, and also to reshape people’s perception of beauty.

★Night Choice: Point out what's lacking

MC: From the draft, I can see how this is supposedly being created with the bias cut.

MC: The bias-cutting technique was only founded at the start of the last century, so I assume that this draft was created in times of war.

MC: Given that this draft was restricted by the era in which it was created, where the seaming and pleating of skirts were not yet as advanced, I'd say that this still has room for improvement.

MC: The internal structure of the chemise is overly complicated, so it's not very friendly on the wearer.

MC: However, it was able to break out of the wartime's style of “simple is best”, with practicality as its main design factor.

MC: It liberated women from overly baggy clothing and uniforms, reshaping people's perception of what makes things beautiful.

MC: This design spirit is something that should be applauded.

I quietly waited for Sariel to respond after I'd said my piece.

Sariel: That will do. Put it down.

MC: Right…

Sariel: This design draft that you're seeing right now...

Sariel: Is a work of Joseph Clinton's, from the time before he released the "Amber" Collection.

MC: !

So it really is Clinton's work!

That caused a stir in the meeting room as all designers present moved closer upfront to take a look at the design draft.

Designer A: No wonder it looked so familiar… This is definitely the same as his style of elegance and grace.

Designer B: The "Amber" Collection?  Isn't that Clinton's most highly-awarded masterpiece?

Designer C: Not only is it a masterpiece, it even made a new fashion trend take the world in stride! It still has a strong influence even now.

Sariel: He made this draft in an era that was all for simplicity, pissing his boss off so badly that he flung the bottle. It was a fine wine.

Sariel: Decallan 1928.

Sariel: Clinton kept it for a very long time, yet he never managed to taste it.

Sariel glanced at the faint brown stain on the draft, his eyes slightly glazing over. The slight mirth that tinged his voice was reminiscent of how one would describe the embarrassing moments of a friend of theirs.

But Clinton has already long since passed on, and none of these things was ever mentioned in his autobiography… So, why does Sariel know all of this?

Sariel pauses for a while before picking the drafted design sketch back up again.

Sariel: He was fired. This untimely design of his nearly ended his career right there and then.

Sariel: But, he managed to establish his own Fashion Studio in the end, funded and backed by a wealthy businessman.

Sariel: The "Amber" Collection was created using this draft as a baseline.

He pulled out another design draft from the folder. It was also a little yellowed, but still, a precious draft that had withstood the trials of time all the same.

Sariel: And in 1947, Joseph Clinton came out with the "Amber" Collection.

Sariel: It doesn’t matter whether it is a strapless arc that hugs one’s shoulders, or a long bud-skirted dress made with densely woven cotton.

Sariel: They all helped challenge and revolt against the society that was suffering from post-war depression and the trying times.

Sariel: The reason why his fashion designs awe people is because it represents free-spiritedness and an unyielding spirit.

Sariel: Pursuing beauty and personal exploration will always be the main factors of design.

Sariel: Unfortunately, I do not see these in any of the works that you've turned in.

Sariel: If this happens again, that'll be the last design you're ever going to be making in Warson.

Sariel: We are not a charity.

Calm, rational, highly professional, and leaving absolutely no room for debate.

Everyone present suddenly pales as the temperature seemingly drops to sub-zero degrees.

I daringly raised my head, only for my line of sight to coincidentally coincide with the look he shot over. I saw the slight amusement that had yet to falter, hidden within the depths of his eyes.

Light flickered, wavering within those pale depths. It was almost as if the translucent amber wanted to encase the small sliver of a smile, sealing it within its depths.

Does this mean that he acknowledges my prior reply?

I was stunned. I blinked in disbelief, unsure if what I saw was real. However, he'd already returned to his usual frosty countenance before I could process anything.

It looks like what happened earlier was merely just an illusion of mine...

❖☆————— ⊹ For Light & Night⊹ —————★❖

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HuskerDust - More Toxic Than You Think [LONG]

This is the rough version of a deeper and more complex subject I want to ‘decorate’ with more ‘screencaps’.  DISCLAIMER: This is allegedly controversial and led to me getting literal death threats and an ED triggered. Ive about heard a lot of people’s shit on this so dont try it. I’m speaking from personal experiences too - experiences I really fuckin dont wanna be sharin yet they kinda validate my points. I want people to be aware of the damaging image from someone who can speak from experience without attracting dickheads or people twisting things. Again, I aint particularly comfortable sharing this so yeah- Be courteous- TW AHEAD - ALSO LONG ASS READ. DNI STANS OR ANTIS. May tag a few folks, may not.  HuskerDust is an extremely popular ship in the community however there’s glaringly obvious flaws in this one-sided relationship that both the fans and even the team fail to see. Neglecting the dangerous real world implications this ship [as well as many others] present to it’s audience - especially the more influenced of the audience, most who are children.

Angel flirts with all the male cast however one who catches his eye the most is Husk. Now I want to point out a few things [of many... obviously]; Angel is instantly starry eyed upon seeing Husk, likewise he actually started off with a ‘Hey~’ instead of something sexual. However he quickly ruins this after Husk tells him to go fuck himself [defined by: “ go fuck yourselfphrase of fuckVULGAR SLANGan exclamation expressing anger or contempt for, or rejection of, someone.” ie, he rejected instantly] by responding with an offer to allow Husk to essentially watch him masterbate. Alongside this, he cradles his face. Husk pulls away and seems to pull a face to express rage/disgust or growling imagery alongside COMPLETELY withdrawing his body away from Angel as Angel stares with goo-goo eyes. Firstly, Angel loves animals - perhaps it’s Husk appearing cute that adds to this, however Im not going to address animal imagery just yet. Secondly, Angel isn’t really portrayed to respect other’s boundaries BUT he does respect... Alastor’s. Al declines the blowjob to which Angel shrugs and doesn’t push this matter any further. With Husk, he’s pretty harshly told to piss off yet he makes quite and explicitly sexual remark, alongside invading his personal space and touching a man clearly disinterested and pulling away. From the initial rejection, it then becomes sexual harassment.  I also want to add that Husk comes with [some] perks in his feline form. And if my name didnt make it obvious, I work with and live with cats on a daily. Briefly, I have been educated in how to understand cat’s language in various individual cat as well as how to handle and work with them. Cats are often drawn towards me and Ive been successful with various types of cats. My most recent being a cat I’ve dubbed as Big - Big was abandoned quite young and has lived most his life on the streets [where I live is high in crime and drug rings, so you can imagine how strays are treated] leading to him being extremely fearful and hating people, hissing and fleeing just seeing people. I took time out last summer to finally give befriending him a shot. It’s taken just under a year of hard work and now he visits every day for his mush [wet food] and kisses, responds to his name and runs up to me in delight. Ive even taught him a phrase to signal that I dont want him or the other cat’s to fight [keeps them all safe and aids them becoming acquainted under supervision - something that’s been working surprisingly well]. I apologise in advance as this is not going to be the first instance of this sort of thing but they are relevant. Trying my best to keep it as brief.  For Husk, I will be using a mix of cat and human characteristics to break down his reactions.  In this first interaction, he turns his body away in a way to suggest caution, wariness and disinterest. In fact, much of his general body language is that of a man deeply closed off from connections - for starters, he folds his arms quick a bit which suggests lack of openness, shutting off and defensiveness *usually*. Likewise, when touched, he slightly jumps and tenses before pulling back in aggression with flattered ears - a sign cats give to display extreme hostility in a situation. It’s NEVER a good thing but then again, neither is crossing someone’s boundaries. It’s even stated that Husk hates Angel’s advances and wishes for nothing to do with him - the same dislike of sexual advances that Al dislikes in Angel. The ending as they all walk inside, Angel turns to Husk, winking and blowing a kiss his way despite the clear rejection earlier. In fact, Husk once again grows tense and is even irked by such a gesture. This won’t be the last mention of Angel totally disregarding how Husk feels - something that rubs off onto the fans AND the team themselves. And it’s... *concerning*, to phrase it lightly. Angel so far is the most persistent towards the most resistant, and in my post on RadioDust I have already established [briefly] on how Angel seems to chase unavailable men. The more unavailable, the more tempting. The one that got away, mentality. It’s not healthy. And I’m surprised so few have acknowledged this. Taking a break from what we’ve seen in the Pilot, let’s establish some facts about the pair.  Angel died in 1947 in his 30s [some posts specify 34-35], putting his birth year around 1911-12ish. Husk died in the 70s IN his 70s [again, nothing is truly specified, so for both we’ll go with 75 - the same number in his IG username] that puts birth year roughly 1900′s. Now an age gap between two adults of 11 - 12 years difference is actually reasonable and can work, depending on circumstance and whether theres a balance in power or not. But when we account for their life experiences and death ages, it’s something else entirely. Angel died young. Not only that but his mind seems more stuck in his raunchy teens than of an adult. And even THEN, he wouldnt be one to necessarily settle down [by which I mean in life, not romance]. He’s extremely emotionally stunted and his selfishness and wanting his own way come off very spoilt [when Husk is pissed off about the cat costume, Angel gets moody because he’s used to compliments AND is dressing to impress Husk. When Husk wanted the money he was rightfully owed, Angel threw a fit for ages until starting to earn it back - even though he owed Husk a drink, which I’ll be coming back to, Husk still wanted the money in the end perhaps hinting to only accepting a freebie as it’s on offer as well as Angel being overly persistent. He even dumps his pig onto Husk to look after, while theres no issue in pet sitting, Angel said Husk ‘owed’ him due to missing the show yet when HE owed Husk, he threw a fit.]. Angel’s life style is wildly chaotic in life AND death, and even though we all know he’s most likely going to be redeemed, he still lacks a lot of experiences in life. He lacks maturity.  On the other hand, Husk’s been through his own share of chaos and heartbreak. Difference is, he’s had a life time of experience. He doesn’t act immature in a childish sense. He truly behaves like a downtrodden old man. He’s had his days and would feel more secure settling down in a more peaceful environment with fun yet much needed calm. A better way to handle his need for risk. Age gaps in adults that are large [75 - 35 = 40 years!] are far less likely to work for a multitude of reasons. The main reason is the difference in life stages - that difference in mentality and experiences plays such an impacting role on compatibility. Often their goals and energies are polar opposites and their common grounds minimal. There’s also the looming concern of power dynamics. Whilst it’s usually the older figure that’s holds the power advantage, in this case it’s a little bit more complicated. I’d argue that it’s possibly Angel with the higher power. This rarely works irl but it’s POSSIBLE. Look at Hugh Heffner and his last partner before his death. I believe she was around 22. However there’s many common grounds, immediate attraction, and similar goals. Though incorrect, Heffner does give off a pimp-like vibe (he’s not but you get what I’m implying with mothlike imagery). Husk does not strike me as that type. It would definitely cheapen his character. In terms of interests, the main thing they have in common is that they like to drink. A bad habit, especially when one is an alcoholic. Both are also rather lazy except for certain circumstances [Husk will go out of his way to help HOWEVER he’s obliged to under Al, the only one he’s seen to willingly help and bond with/be seen with is Niffty. Angel is when there’s a fight, chaos, drama or any sex work]. Both are also rather snarky and vulgar. In terms of love, both suffer intimacy issues. On Husk, it’s ‘losing the ability to love a long time ago’ meaning he was likely cheated on or at least had a failed relationship. If he was ever ready for a new start, he’d definitely want something stable yet rewarding. For now, he needs a LOT of work - work he is not yet willing to put in, nor does he have a reason to. Angel doesnt want to commit because he’s extremely selfish as well as in an already abusive ‘relationship’ already. Sex work is sometimes VERY taxing on the mental health due to some of the folk you service. He’s seen the worst in many and just enjoys the pay and fuck. IF Husk was cheated on, then it’d make a lot of sense if a sex worker wouldn’t be his flavour, it would just serve as a reminder. Not only this, but Angel HIMSELF actively participates in cheating. Not with Val... but with *Travis*. BOTH know Travis is married (I’d be feckin worried if Trav didnt-) yet they still choose to cheat anyways, regardless of the pain it could cause. Angel even mocks this by sending greetings to Trav’s wife. Honestly this... Reminds me a LOT of Stolas - a main character who sexually harasses another character clearly not interested/comfortable, participates in cheating and we’re supposed to root for them (and before anyone gets offended, I do have more to say on Angel’s behalf so please be patient). Either way, it’s very toxic and concerning. Even if Husk wasn’t cheated on, I dont think many would feel exactly secure after having such a rough past with love, diving into a relationship with someone who’s openly participated in multiple affairs. And that’s no shitting on sex workers either, it’s just a point that some would feel uncomfortable with the idea of being with ANYONE (regardless of their work) having actively and KNOWINGLY took part in having an affair previously - especially multiple. Husk’s in an emotionally fragile place and needs more security. We’ve already established Husk heavily dislikes Angel’s advances. In fact, his responses to Angel are similar to his responses to... Al! His body language is VERY test and closed off to even Al, who’s most likely knew him for a very long time. If even Al gets this treatment (whilst also disrespecting his boundaries) then it’ll be the same with Angel (both force Husk into their lives and schemes, both disregard his boundaries). And he’s shown to STILL go out his way to help both however this is most likely tied to an unspoken ‘debt’ he owes Alastor. Plus he’s been mentioned behind the scenes to be a secret softie and protective grandpa type. But this animosity is very reflective of how Loona behaves and responds to Blitzo as well as how both Loona AND Husk (One being a ‘lowly servant’, the other being a literal old MAN) as pets - even the fans - just because of their forms. But this isnt the first of the disrespect they receive. Now we delve deeper Both are addicts of some kind (Husk - drinking, gambling. Angel - Drugs, possibly sex). Not a good mix at all romantically. Addicts often and unintentionally feed their addictions to each other as well as can increase likelihood of relapsing which even a recovered addict can slip back into. When times get tough (a natural occurrence) both are likely to suffer with their addictions. Interestingly, they can become addicted and dependent on one another, which is genuinely unhealthy for a mindset anyways, regardless whether addiction existed prior or not. Addiction only increases these chances. Angel likes confidence in a man (confirmed on Patreon). Yet, Husk is even confirmed  in streams to be deeply troubled and insecure. One thing he hates is his demon form, something that we’ll touch on shortly. Angel loves quality food ESPECIALLY of Italian origin whilst Husk is willing to eat the shit they give you in bars (admittedly that was painful to type as someone who grew up around pubs - either way it’s not exactly high quality or gourmet is what I’m saying). Interestingly, in some character references of Angel, it’s stated that he hates rejection. Hates. That’s a VERY strong word. This could explain but not justify why he’s persistent with Husk (similar to NiceGuys believing you’re playing ‘hard to get’ - further illuding to an immature and toxic mindset) though it interestingly doesn’t apply with Alastor. Odd.  There’s a counterpoint to symbolism in art. A very VALID counterarguement... If it suited Viv’s style. During Media Studies, Business, Design and Art, hell fucking Silent Hill! - I’ve been educated on effective symbolism as well as artistic trademarks (the most famous that most should know is Alfred Hitchcock!). Hitchcock often appeared in all his films, usually as a sidefacing silhouette, trading marking his films with his very PRESENCE. Viv’s seems to revolve around hearts. I mention this because an IG account made the point that hearts were to symbolise anyone connected with Angel’s story and love life (Valentino’s business and shades/collar, heart behind Angel’s head, Heart tattoo on Cherri’s right shoulder, hearts for Husk’s paws, eyebrow marks above natural brows, wings, and nose as well as most of the playing cards). Thing is, there’s hearts EVERYWHERE in all of Viv’s works and such symbology of Angel and hearts is weakened if it connects to the villains/abusers as well - taking away the positivity in a love symbol. Viv’s used hearts in her font, backgrounds, in characters ears, in all her series just generalised, Blitzo’s forehead, background characters, again the cards, Travis’s eyes, Millie’s right shoulder in the SAME place as Cherris. Even Vaggie had a heart tattoo on the shoulder in some christmas themed artwork (on her left). Heart’s is just something Viv seems to brand herself with. And that’s fine though I feel she could do with cutting it down slightly. One thing to early note on the cards (again, this’ll creep up later and my name should tell you why), most are heart suits and usually either a face card (J, Q, K), Joker, ace or 2s. Face cards/Jokers for more details close up (look at the signing artwork) and the rest are just easier to animate, though a little bit of a peeve to someone into their cards as well as the massive overuse of red in Hazbin overall. It’s extremely unlikely to be symbolic. If they change it to be so, then it’s... Weakened. As I’ve mentioned earlier, Silent Hill is an example of extremely clever symbolism in more darker media (more so, SH is considered a ‘hell’ of sorts and does feature religious iconography WITHOUT causing offence. A great example of how to portray this type of thing - they even mix humour in if you consider some of the sneaky references, dialogues and odd UFO/dog endings).  Discussing Viv’s art further, she drew a gift for her sister (original creator of Husk when he possessed white fur) of Angel playfully dragging a disinterested and annoyed Husk (I believe this was still around the time SpiderMoth was canon). The newish art tends to have Angel putting a holly crown on him or sitting on his knees, Husk seeming too lazy to really do anything about it. Very nonchalant. I also want to include some interesting stream arts here and later to further highlight their bond.  A fan asked Viv in a stream to draw them “actually getting along” - this wording implying that the fan is aware of Husk not enjoying Angel’s company. So Viv did, with an extra doodle of Husk being one of the ‘canadian people’ from South Park who sing “Im not your friend”. The art alone shows Husk’s absolute discomfort, even the extra thing Viv added w/o request. As they’re her characters and the fan asked for what they’d look like getting along, to show this discomfort goes to show the dynamic once planned. Husk just isnt a fan of Angel, especially when he’s being sexual and touchy. It can be great for small comedic parts, however both the team AND fans have now crossed this over to really creepy and triggering realms in their ships. It’s creepy and doesnt look good on Angel (who they actively root for) nor the gay community (more on that).

[Yes Ive already pointed out the comedic side of this ^ but it doesnt bode well considering the other points and issues that arise] There’s also a request for drag angel flirting with drunk husk. Personally thats a lil creepy to specify one of the two being intoxicated and thus not able to truly consent. If Angel is willing to flirt with someone in that state, it doesnt mean he would fuck them, but it does feel the fan was thinking that’s the case. In all truth, I think Angel WOULD flirt with those incapable of consent purely to swindle or pickpocket. I’d like to think [and HOPE considering his own abuse by Val] that he’d never take it further. And I hope Viv, the team and the fans see how incredibly creepy that thought is. I’ll give benefit of the doubt though it is still a concern. Either way, Angel appears... Annoyed? Husk is completely turned away and seems incredibly grouchy and confused. This shows yet more rejection on his behalf as well as Angel’s response to being rejected, which highlights his immaturity towards it. Remember, he’s USED TO and EXPECTS everyone to want him (even saying this in the Pilot). Hell, there’s even a Rich Vaggie request where Viv again randomly includes Husk. This time, he’s faced towards her and relaxed, though seems unimpressed and overall disinterested in this type of behaviour. Behaviour and interests of Angel [Celeb status and rich appearance due to Val, despite getting very little of the cut and the vanity, as well as Husk just not giving a shit about this sort of peacock display]. (Also wanted to note in Viv’s #3 stream 1:50:50, Faust makes out that Husk is a ‘dirty, creepy old man’ as well as him constantly threatening violence towards Angel. I dont see him as *creepy* in this context - as it implies perversion that he blatantly lacks fortunately - though it’s very telling of how Husk feels and again shows this toxic relationship).

/Angel’s Type: First off, daddy issues. He has them. Now let’s look at ‘daddy’. Henroin is shorter than Angel, dark fur, grumpy, old, wears only a hat and tie, big brows... Sounds familiar? Ok, look at his brother Arackniss. Similar to Henroin, dark, short, grouchy, bullied by and bullies Angel, is adverse to Angel and overall possess a bad relationship. Ok.... His main client, Travis! Short, dark fur, moody, Only wears hat and tie, drinker (shown in stream as request so take drinking with a pinch), similar face to- Is no one else seeing this trait? Angel seems to go for these shorter than him grouchier men who either want him for sex or hate his presence. Men who are like his dad and brother. All of these guys are far too similar, and we’ve got enough men in suits, bowties and sharp teeth in this show to boot as it is- The psychology of this type of attachment is rooted in a bad familial relationship alongside the subconscious desire to repair or compensate for it. Unknowningly the person will keep seeking out this sort of guy who isnt good for them to fix this internal issue. The resolution is to NOT go for these types. It’s also connected to intimacy fears, by going for those you know arent good for you/right for you/interested in you is often the manifestation of these issues. Pair them with daddy issues and it’s a disaster! There is science to back this up. Valentino is interestingly the opposite yet still toxic issues arise. Why? Because he’s going from one extreme to the other but with the same mindset. Neither of these men or types for MANY reasons are right for him. And visa versa. Seeing a pattern? ~~~~

Angel w Husk? I mentioned before that Husk hates his demon form. If you’re an old man, a gambler, some Vegas bloke and have this grouchier disposition, why the fuck would you want to look like an oversized pet? Exactly. Angel however adores his own aside from the feet. Now I find it strange how the guy we’re rooting for just so happens to like his own form which was intended for punishment. But that’s not todays post. I said earlier that Angel is heavily fixated on Husk’s appearance. Especially the feline aspects (calling him Husky and Kitty - petnames he hates that also treat him again more like a pet than a man -, dressing as a ‘sexy cat’ to appeal to him which can come off as more mockery. This is even backed up by fans who seem to think an old guy’s gonna act like some school girl anime trope?). All of this completely disregards and disrespects Husk’s feelings and perspectives. Something the fans and team take part in actively. Angel - whether you want to hear this or not - is SELFISH. When Husk ‘owed’ him for missing the show (babysitting Fat Nuggets), Husk begrudgingly fulfils this. The second Angel owed Husk for stealing drinks, Angel threw a hissy fit. The silent treatment, going to other bars and posting about it whilst complaining (again focusing on Husk being ‘cute’). Trying to cop out of it by buying Husk a smoothie (though it looked like a date, lets be real, do you REALLY have to bribe someone to date and be around you? No) and even then he still had to owe the money which was more of Husk’s concern. Yes he did in the end and more money than needed, hence the returning of the extra cash, but that is no excuse for the childish behaviour prior. He’s much too accustomed to being adored and pampered and getting his own way that he cant grasp when people arent a fan or willing to pamper him. If they make them a ship, all it does it make Angel completely into a shitty Gary-Stu that everyone loves and pities for his suffering, rather than teach him to grow, earn his redemption and confronting his own toxicity. Let me make this extremely clear: ANGEL DOES NOT DESERVE ABUSE OR RAPE. But when he starts behaving as shitty, he’s hard to root for. Remember, he’s sexually harassing all these guys, with Husk getting the brunt of it. But it’s treated as a joke for them and only taken seriously for Angel. Val abuses all of his employees. He abuses VOX and even THAT was mocked by fans and staff. It’s... It’s frankly gross.  In every interaction Husk has with Angel, his body language is closed off, tense, uncomfortable, turned away and hostile - look at the IG. He wont even allow Angel to touch him. Compare this to Niffty, who he’s fine with taking pictures with and letting her hang around and touch him. Body language is relaxed (relaxed shoulders, open body language) and he doesnt look hostile at all. What does Angel do? Always tries to get close to Husk (such as sitting as close as possible during Poker) and forces both his OWN hobbies onto Husk (ones that Husk shows a strong disinterest in) and Husk’s hobbies (Poker). It’s very FORCED and not natural. Going back to immaturity, he blames Husk and his cards for being shit at the game. They’re always bickering, insulting, fighting in the comments but fans only see this as a ‘cute couple fight’ or Husk being ‘tsundere’.Tsundere. An anime trope often used in young characters. Irl tsundere is NOT this dramatised. The tsundere you see in anime, apply that irl and you get the recipe for the most toxic, petty and immature relationship going. You get constant fights, unease, not feeling loved/appreciated, little trust - the list goes on. Plus an old bloke really isnt going to indulge in tsundere traits. It’s childish. After his history with love, I doubt he’d be up for games and messing about. For something meaningful, he’d just want open honesty. Their ‘relationship’ feels like it’s written by horny kids attempting a fanfic after being inspired by 50 shades and twilight (both show toxic relationshiiiiiips~). The worst is that these are adult writers trying to portray some realistic yet sensitive topics. This is just ill fuckin taste. Even the warnings in Helluva’s ‘Horny Demons’ leaves a bad taste when the fans are thinking Stolas is the best dad despite both parents ruining Octavia’s mental health. Despite the next day after that episode aired Stolas starts flirting with Blitzo again on IG. Despite Blitzo being clearly uncomfortable and sexually harassed and even co-herced into sex (VERY UNHEALTHY MESSAGES HERE). Viv herself has been in bad relationships so how the fuck she’s blind to this and even borderline fetishizing this sort of behaviour that everyone seems to play off as ‘Awwww cute tsundere <3 BOYFRIENDS BOYFRIENDS BOYFRIENDS’ is abhorrent. I’ll go into this more later on how this really just... It treats male sexual harassment and assault as a fucking joke- Angel’s constant unwarranted flirting is no different from the freaks on IG that send dick pics to underage kids and random women in their dms and fathom that they’re ‘nice’ and have a ‘chance’. Wanna know the creepiest? The candid photo of Husk on Angel’s wall. Something Husk seems horrified about. It’s fangirlish and teenager like at BEST, and obsessive stalker at worst. He’s NOT respecting Husk’s boundaries or feelings. That’s still up despite Husk’s reaction. He still wore the costume despite Husk’s feelings. Angel’s thinking with his dick and it’s such a fucked up message that everyone seems to support just because ‘its FICTION. Theyre in HELL.Theyre BAD people.’ Yeah? Well look at how that’s effecting and warping reality and perspective. It’s glamourising it. Fetishsizing stalking and making it cute. Yer have celebrity or boyband or whatever youre a fan of pics on your wall. NOT your crush. NOT someone who clearly isnt interested or happy with this. If someone who kept commenting on your pictures “sexy” suddenly had a picture of you on their wall, what would YOU think? How would YOU FEEL? Because myself and my own sisters have been in VERY fucking similar situations and it’s traumatic. His paw is even attempting the lens - Angel is crossing his boundaries and not getting the message that Husk doesnt want this. He’s forcing himself onto Husk. Yknow... VAL forced himself on Angel and it ended up in numerous rapes. Angel hasnt raped Husk, but if he wont take no. If he wont respect boundaries. If he only wants Husk to do what he wants but throws a fit when he owes husk - he’s picking up on Val’s bad habits more and more. How are so few - even the very team creating this - not seeing how disgusting this is? Are we only supposed to give a shit if Angels hurt? If so, the message isnt so much of how despicable Val is but how awful it is to upset Angel. Fans constantly blame Husk for being grumpy, annoyed at or rejecting Angel. Look at this real world implication. Not only that but Angel being gay just reinforces one of the worlds most disgusting and inaccurate stereotype of gay men being sexual predators and forcing men to have sex whether theyre comfortable or not. MOST gay men arent like this, and those who are its just because THEYRE shitty people (Jeffree fucking Starr, but look how people ‘stan’ his fuckin behaviour). Val is rubbing off on Angel as much as fiction has a MASSIVE impact on reality - whether we’re willing to admit it or not. Like Val, hes pushing past boundaries, he’s selfish, hes more into visuals than anything else. It’s one sided, superficial and theres no click. No connection. Be in this situation yourself and seeing this sorta shit becomes second nature to stay alive. Angel even says that most of hells residents are ‘ugly freaks’ yet finds Husk cute. It’s all LOOKS. Who else likes appearances alone? Val. I know this will trigger and upset fans, Ive been told to fucking die and have my ED triggered when I mentioned it before. But accept that all of them have flaws. Everyone irl have flaws. But there’s flaws and then theres a fuckin crime. If Husk was a woman, more people would see the flaw, but even then... Look at many romance movies - not all but many go for opposites attract (science proves this inaccurate irl), stalking, or even sexual harassments and assualts but she falls for him and they end up together. That aint love thats Stockholm with extra steps. Think you’re triggered and upset? Go through this shit - have a history with it happening - and then see some show you love and a comfort character get treated the exact same and everyone JUSTIFIES it, including the team themselves. It’s NOT cute.  Part 2 to the previous point: Both do share common interests, but it’s very unhealthy such as excessive drinking, both being addicts and being rather lazy, etc. Otherwise the common ground just isnt good. They’re opposites that really dont compliment each other. (Not a valid point here but I find it interesting how Angel loves aquariums and Husk can fly too). Viv’s writing is mediocre at best (but with glowing potential - a diamond in the rough - hence why it’s so frustrating) but Husk’s writing is the laziest. According to Viv he’s (paraphrased) “easiest to write... doesnt care about anything, almost always grumpy leading to similar reactions to everything”. His voice and alcoholism even has a lot of inspiration from Rick Sanchez. As I said with Angel in the RadioDust post, it’s almost like the addictions are seen as a joke. A running gag is fine if you can play it off well and it’s not about something so serious EVEN MORE SO when the series is about how damaging the addictions are and redemption. Why is this end goal being ignored unless it’s about Angel himself? That’s not just favouritism or bias, that’s also heavily self indulgent and a backwards ass message. Right now, Hazbin and Helluva have this ugly fixation on sex and ships. VIV has a fixation on ‘horny demons’. Her main characters are incredibly sexual bar Al (dont even say Husk, Niffty, Charlie or Vaggie or even loona and Moxxie are even on par with the focus and treatment Val, Angel, Blitz and Stolas are given). It’s very fixated and concerning. Its starting to feel like it’s about to divulge into hentai than a legit series with even a hint of the plot or a message. It reminds me of Family Guy trying to be BoJack. It’s starting to remind me of fucking Sausage Party and the final orgy. Sex and swears makes it inappropriate for kids but that doesnt make it adult or mature, and this is coming from someone who swears more than a fucking sailor whos stubbed his bare pinky toe on a fucking crate corner. Constant swears arent funny or artful in the slightest when it’s over done. It’s just... childish adult humour. We cant be expected to want to root for any of them at this rate- All A24 and other companies are seeing is big cash and easily manipulated child audiences (for easy money). They KNOW it can be better but theyd rather be lazy as they’ll profit big either way. This is going to end up like YanSim and YanDev. Amazing potential, shit writing with a leader too stubborn to accept and act on criticism, seeing it as hate. At this point, Husk isnt a deeply troubled man with vices and interests. He’s just fuck candy and romantic end goal for Angel. To compliment and complete him. Just another accessory to the Angel Show. Vivs sister who made Husk even loves Angel so it’ll only serve to further this already toxic narrative.  The ship doesnt look or feel right. There’s too much established now to see the dynamics and favouritism in the creators. Self indulgence. You cant play favourites when you do this sort of thing professionally. The audience can see it and it turns people away. Ask any nonHaz/Helluva fan what they think and it’s... Well, average.  Another thing is everyone went full hype on Frozen focusing on something other than romance as a form of love. But then go back to “Ok now everyone reenact the final scenes of Sausage Party” afterwards. Not everything is sex and romance, and it really is starting to feel Viv and the fans are focused on that like Incels focusing on ‘chad’. It’s creepy. Helping with food, telling someone self conscious on their weight that they’re not fat, not taking more money than someone owes, even helping out with a pet - that’s something that a good friend would do. In fact, Husk even laughs at the goofy Angel cutout and it being destroyed. It doesnt instantly equate to wanting to fuck. The fact that the fans and even some of the team seem borderline horny is... Completely destroying this show, it’s message and everything about it. Viv said ships were hardly the focus in her stream but look at it now. Look at what Viv focuses on now. It’s just fanservice shit. Nothing more. Self indulgence shit, look at the team making rape into a fetish or shipping themselves publicly with the characters on the public IGs. It’s like watching children run a business and it’s painful because the entire series is suffering when it could be amazing.  Friendship should be more normalised as a valuable type of relationship just as much as love or family are. I’ll also add that Husk adding after the show “Oh fuck... Is this what I missed? Shit.” is ooc like the ‘date’ (that was compensation for stolen drinks, like a tamer version of Blitzo fucking Stolas for the grimoire). It contradicts that he slept it off rather than an attempt at staying awake, as well as calling it a “god damn peepshow” implying a repulsion to the peverse tendencies. The constantly commenting, following and posting Angel related pics makes little sense either from someone who’s blatantly been sexually harassed as well as the clear repulsion of the candid pic on the wall. He outright rejected Angel. What would be realistic are the IGs focusing on learning about the characters, their lives and interests - ALL updating at realistic paces. Old men arent tech savvy usually nor care for social media that much. He’d post drinks, gambling, casinos, life with Niffty and Alastor. Heck maybe a picture of Angel captioned “When will this guy leave me the FUCK alone?”. He even only seems to tag angel, even in the pic that had Charlie and Vaggie [their shared account] or Niffty. Theres a CLEAR bias in the staff room and it’s messy. Look how most the female cast is ignored (Vaggie/Charlie, Velvet who posted a birthday gift to one of the new artists on the merch WHY? Gasu btw, Niffty, Millie only posting twice - heck even Vox and Loona sometimes get neglected. CLEAR. BIAS.) The ships focused on are 1) NOT established canon yet publicly favoured by Viv and the team (Stoliz, HuskerDust, VoxVal - that last pair havent actually got a VA either-), 2) Are TOXIC and theme around abuse or sexual harassment but it’s ‘cute because gae’ - NO. This makes gay people look really bad when they’re not. 3) HD and SL focus on one sided, stalkerish, cop out ‘tsundere’ excused ships to sugar coat the creepiness which only further fuels bigotry, 4) SL has MERCH on it now, so thats also profiting on sexual harassment imagery (again, dont give a shit they arent real - the EFFECTS are. The people who can relate ARE. The people being horridly stereotyped ARE). Thing is, the IGs originally were there to promote ADDICT which started as a fan song anyways despite everyone saying how Viv is stubborn in her ways an uninfluenced by her fans (proof says otherwise) yet shes allowed a fan song to be canon. Theres a focus on forced love for fanservice. The IGs have long outstayed their welcome. The Val account allows glamourisation of the sick shit Val does AND entinses fans to bully as they forget a REAL PERSON runs the fucking account, Val isnt even a scary villain either - hes just a big teen like everyone else - stuck in a teen drama with all this. Pimps are smart. Theyre scary. Theyre masters of manipulati- HOW DO THEY NOT DO THE RESEARCH?! Viv wanted this sense of realism and dealing with sensitive topics in one of the worst executed ways Ive ever seen- It’s toxic. It’s dangerous. These are shit messages and your fans display that when they think all criticism is ‘hAtE’ and actively bully real people w REAL EXPERIENCES. Telling them to ‘stop pls’ does fuck all because you still promote shit messages straight after. Like with Stolas to Blitz in a IG story a day after Ep 2. Classy.  Fanservice seems desperate to keep these fans (rather than market correctly... Just like YanDev) and it leads to fans feeling like they have the audacity to steer the series. Poor business with WEAK boundaries. Viv, you lost your series a long time ago. Want it back? LISTEN TO LEGIT CRITICISM. Stop surrounding yourself with yes men. Even my best fucking friend calls me out when Im out of line because a real friend will fucking take the chance of hurting your feelings if it means helping you in the long run and grow.  Mick joked about the inside of Husk’s ears matching Angels coat, that the ears are cat’s most sensitive and vulnerable parts. 1) Cats vulnerable part is their tummy - hence why you need their trust first (alternatively yer get the odd cat that has full confidence they cat hurt you a lot faster than you can tickle them - I own one), 2) Its weird that Viv doesnt know this considering how many cats she has - its important to learn the language of those you love to give them your full understanding and a great bond 3) This romanticises sexual harassment more than it already is in the media (remember, theres women out there still murdered for saying no!) as well as reinforces the stereotypes of gay men forcing non-interested men into sex (again, a very toxic and unrealistic trope - a dangerous one thats led to gays being murdered!). And the ears design is unnecessarily overly complex considering those fuckin wings he supports. If the design adds nothing to the character but aesthetic, then it can go on the chopping block. Rules for simple animation. Besides from Angel sharing the same tooth as Val (who knows if that was added after he started working for Val as branding?) you could use this argument to say Pent or Al are soulmates for Angel because of having striped suits, or sharp teeth - no, it was intended as a joke that Viv fueled to irresponsibly because it’s not the first time she’s dodged publicly addressing something (something youll NEED to get used to in a big company), and she’s publicly dodged shit after this too so Im not putting faith in her until she can act professionally as the job requires. Likewise, professionals should consider what and how they joke as they’re presenting an image of a company/business. And people WILL eat that shit up face value regardless. In her stream #2, a fan requests for art of flustered angel and smug husk to fuel their ship. at 2:10:21, she does so. She’s also done this for Baxter x Niffty and Cherri x Tom. As a professional, you really should be avoiding this sort of thing in the name of fanservice. I get it, fanservice = financial gain. But it also results in empty meaning. It’s a shell of what the passion project once was, hence why you make the ENTIRE skeleton before involving others. The team help construct the muscles, tendons and organs. The public - moreso critics and the more experienced in those fields help sew the skin. Then you bring it to life, the fans become like blood. They aid to keep it alive. Even Ash and Mick mention Husk being ‘tsundere’. Im had most my piece about it earlier, however I’ll repeat and add some extras. Tsundere is an exaggerated personality, often used in younger characters. In terms of a relationship, it’s very immature, leads to poor communication and results in a toxic love. Science can back this up as well as the lack of realism. It’s more immature minds/hearts that go to what they interpret as tsundere in hopes of the love life the media portrays. A farce. Y’know what Angel needs? Someone open, honest, open to love and comforting. He doesnt need someone rebuffing and him chasing. It’s nothing more than an immature thrill. Once the love begins, it’s burns out QUICK. It’s far from sustainable or healthy. It’s not what either really need and further show Angel’s fixation on men who subconsciously remind him of his father. It’s not healthy. Another thing is a tsundere actually IS interested but shows it in the most immature and childish means possible. Would a really old bloke actually give a shit to play those sorts of games? No. Not one coming from a place like husk has. It’s painful how lacking in research and experience these people are. Science backs up that opposites solemnly attract also. In fact, they often either repel or only get as far as friendship.  Fan and Team Mentality in Brief: Im coming out with my ultimate pet peeve: if you’re going to have one of the MAIN characters be a gambler, do your research. The only background shit is a casino, LOADS of sex references (in Pride? Really?) and drugs. It’s like someone listing what they think is adult and tabboo and naughty. It’s yikes. Cards are almost always aces, 2s or blank. MOST are heart suits (like we need MORE red - we get it, it’s hell. But it’s an immature larvae stage hell). I get 2s and aces being easier to animate, however you have Husks wings, the entire of alastor, angels arms - if youre busting the budget for the menial then bust it to the cards. Theres like ONE spade. The full house isnt a full house (here’s a display of the fans lack of education on the matter as well which serves as a sure sign that they know just as little on any of this as SpindleHorse, they think it’s a sign on him being a card cheat. A card cheat. I aint saying hes not but what I AM saying is poker professionals are some of the most observant people in the world. Especially when money’s involved they’ll ensure youve got your facts right. That wouldnt fly at ALL. But theres more~ fans think Husk spent loaaaads of time staring at angel’s face in the IG poker out of <3 Newsflash. When you play poker you read EVERYONE like a book. Every little twist and twitch of the features. Its not about love. It’s about winning. Its about money. Play enough poker and it’s instinct if you want to actually play decently. Call bluffs. Life aint a fuckin romance.) And playing Poker at a BlackJack table? In a casino? These are all common knowledge and basics if you just research. And this is coming from someone with a history of this.  The fans even believed Tipsy Bartender’s ‘Peach Princess Cocktail’ was something Spindlehorse made as a beverage form of Niffty, Angel and even Charlie because of the name. Now, Im not expecting everyone to be a fuckin boozy either, but to not even consider it’s a very real drink does show that many fans are far too young for that 18+ label.  Fanart of HD often has Husk being OOC OR being held hostage (often via webs - one even being reblogged by Viv, aint that cute!). Some even have Husk completely intoxicated, which would be rape. Im not sugarcoating it. Because too many are getting the sweet treatment and copying Viv’s ‘dont address and it disappears!’ tactic - A LOT of internet celebs do it. The ship is drawn a lot by the team in the public eye, Viv reblogs it publicly (SL, HD, alongside canon only ships, how curious-). Husk is pan yet doesnt behave as the stereotype. And Id FULLY support this with my fucking SOUL (fun fact: you cant sell a soul. Thats myth to scare people-) if it was done correctly. But the way bisexuals, lesbians, gays and aces are portrayed so stereotypically (even Pan in terms of Val’s sexomania), it’s really REALLY uncomfortly coming across as Husk being pansexual JUST to make him an ‘option’ for Angel. Hell even the hets are given a shite representation. Some art btw has husk tricked into a kiss. Cute, we’re really starting to like blurring consent aint we? Remember, Angel has celeb power in his world. In the real world, he has a following. HE has the power in the ship massively. Hell, fans JUSTIFY Angels behaviour and absolutely rip Husk a new shithole if he fuckin even so as to DARE OPPOSE ANGELS MUCH DESERVED LOVE! - sarcasm because I have to make that shit clear now. Fans dont care about Husks feelings, he wasnt even popular until this ship started to explode. Y’know what would be cool and break stereotypes? An old straight white guy actually accepting his friends sexualities. The pan thing feels really fucking gimicky and exploitive and gross based on the history of all this shit. It feels disingenuine. Representation doesnt come from it just being there. What next? Katie whips on blackface to further show shes a bigoted knobhead whos white and straight? Dont get me wrong, Katie’s an arsehole but theres other means to show this rather than ALL HETS HATE THE BIG GAE. They dont. They really dont. But hey, we’ll show a gay man sexually harass every guy and root for him! NO. Thats fucked up. It makes gays look like the predators theyre not. It’s like the fucking 50s with modern tech - is that the real identity of Vox? Fuckin maybe. WHAT THEY NEED - FUCKING FINALLY, ITS THE END IVE BEEN ON THIS SHIT FOR DAYS WHILST SICK LUCKY ME EH? CAN YER FEEEEEEEL MY TIREDNESS OF FANDOMS AND CREATORS EXCUSING SHITTY THINGS FOR CLOUT, MONEY, FAME AND OTHER DUMB SHIT? IF YOU CANT, THEN WHAT THE FUCK, AND OTHER NEWS: Right. Lets get our main shit. Compatibility between the pair is really low - lower than even the team seems to see. And yer old fart of a Hag here’s gotta use my personal suffering as an example because thats what the cool kids do, right? Their friendship compatibility is high. VERY high. But low for love. HEALTHY love. In terms of convo flow, it only has a river when insults are flying, otherwise Husk actively cuts Angel short or outright annoys him. In reality, someone like Husk would gross out Angel, but the cute cat look can turn that the fuck around - JUST the look. Fans and the team oddly think it’s cute though. Yes, I remember being negged at the bar and thinking “BOY arent my pants flooded like the fuckin planet when the ice caps are melting”. There’s no click. Theres infatuation and lust one sided based on looks. Husk isnt even remotely interested and no means delayed yes apparently. Angel as a rape VICTIM should know better than to blur consent like this. Angel isnt a rapist [for the skim reading raging stans ANGELS NOT A RAPIST, YAAAAAY!] but he sure has a shit grip on when he’s looking like Val when Val forced Angel into a kiss by not accepting rejection. It’s. CREEPY. Its fuckin weird. Husk is literally named after being a shell of his former self, I doubt random sex and forced interest is gonna make him spring to life like bastard Zeberdy from the Magic Pissin Roundabout. Honestly, sexual harassment and addictions are treated the same in this - a joke. A punchline. A gag. Sure makes me fuckin gag. Nah, the more healthier Chaggie relationship (needs work on Charlies damn part - dont let freaky taxidermy men sexually assault your life partner like that) is booooring, lets focus on sexual harassment leading to true love like all the other shitty romcoms shall we? Or sugar coat it with ‘getting to know them better <3′ like Beauty and the Beast. A story, by yours truly: My mom’s mates with this woman. Lets call her M because her name starts with an M. M is just like Angel except slightly older, overweight and disabled - so not everyones cup of tea visually (shes neither here nor there to me imo, not like I hold interest in shaggin her). Like Angel, she fuckin flirts with any ANY man around her. She’ll even touch without consent, rub allllll up and down their backs and bodies, and not leave them alone. She even did this with a few gay men. Shes not a horrible person BUT mom and I are constantly trying to stop her and get through her head how DISGUSTING this treatment is. But nothing gets the message across. Shes ALWAYS talking men and sex and has an on/off fling with this one bloke (dont worry, hes the male M, cheats and does the same as her). Everyone, even women, are uncomfortable with this. Irl it’s desperate and a HUGE repellent. Men are visibly SO uncomfortable. She does it to my father too who is - in case youd forgotten - MARRIED TO HER BEST. FUCKING. FRIEND. My father is not a man of fear (and interestingly, hes one of the real life Huskers I know!) but this woman? *insert Heavy bc why tf not* She scares him. My dad does everything in his damn power to pull away, reject, resist, avoid and cut her off. The only reason hes even nice to her at all is because mom likes her (when M isnt a gross hornbag, shes genuinely a good friend to my mother - much like angel and Cherri). My dad’s strictly banned from insulting her or telling her to fuck off from my mother BECAUSE of her nature with him. Even at her non horny times, he’s even said shes not his flavour.  I’ve had numerous accounts like this myself (ask any woman-) but the worst was the guy thinking - THINKING - that Id eventually be his whilst he played up a lot of our similarities up, seemed nice and I actually thought I had a good guy friend (put it this way, Im genuinely scared of men because of guys like this). At this time, there was a character I discovered who looks and behaves SO much like me, and shes married. My simping arse for this fictional BEAUT [Im sorry but Iris is fucking awesome] compared her romantic traits towards Olgerd as something Id do - and this was a STATUS. It wasnt even too him, tagging him, nothing. I was just spamming Iris like the Iris whore I am, and... Yep. Ill be honest and say that God only knows what else I did that made him think I was ready to rip off my clothes and shag him. My post history back then showed Im like this when I find a character I relate to. I also send hearts a lot publicly and to friends to express joy - I get NERVOUS how that’ll be taken now. He tried to pit my ex friend and I against each other for him and even cyberstalked us pretending to be a girl named Raven. My GUT told me this aint no bastard ‘Raven’. The vibes he gave me, and the fact when I kept saying no he took it as a delayed yes (He even said “Ill wait for when youre ready” not “I understand and am happy to still be friends”) gave me literal nightmares of this guy tracking me down and raping me. He’s currently dating that ex friend (I was still willing to be their friend and support them but they said it was hard to keep us separate in her lifes and she didnt want conflict, so I cut it off amicably with her and I fuckin hope he treats her right. I even sensed in my gut she’d like him and he’d like her - even that theyd be good together! But then I found she was 17 and he was 10 years older, that he was cyberstalking and pitting us against each other, that he was secretly an arrogant fuck and that he gives off red flags like her ex’s - but shes passed 18 now and I want to trust her as an adult that she can deal with this. Shes got a good family.) As a kid, Ive been fuckin groped at school in my shitty neighbourhood. One kid even harassed me wanting to know if Id started my periods yet. Hed constantly fondle girls and ‘keg’ them aka yank down their skirts or trousers in public, and 2 years later held a fucking KNIFE to my throat in a classroom with the shittiest substitute teacher, all because I stood up to him (I was not known for my bravery at school so). He was harassing my female friend who suffers from it since as well as her upbringing, bullying her and stealing her stuff. Shes TINY. She was bullied just as bad as I - who was somehow both the school ghost AND pariah somehow- - and I stepped in and told him to cut that shit out before snatching her things back. I told her to ignore the desperate prick. Thats when he took a boxcutter and held it to my throat, threatening me to keep my head down. Now my neighbourhood fucking qualifies as the British ‘hood’ but Id been lucky to avoid this. Ironically, I wondered what this situation would be like a year prior. Im convinced I can fucking foresee bad shit now and with anxiety that aint good. I froze mentally and I just said “Wooow, Im fucking scared- *friends name*, ignore him” and continued my work. I fucking mentally kicked myself for speaking but I genuinely didnt know what to do. Obviously not fucking that. He sat the full TWO HOURS at our table with this knife, jolting forward mockingly and switching who he pointed it at. The knife btw was from that very room as it was graphics and art. Teacher didnt even notice though honestly Ive had an entire class throw shit at me and call me a whore and the teacher in that class looked at me and TURNED AWAY. End of the day, I reported it to my actual graphics teacher when he returned and he told me he’d take this higher up and to get my parents. My home was only 5 minutes away but I had to walk alone when most the students were gone AND through a fucking alleyway. I always walked with my head low but that day I kept it high and tried to look brave because I genuinely thought he was waiting for me. That he was going to rape and kill me because he’s a pervert and Id just discovered a fucking violent one at that. I broke down at my door. Do you know how fuckin hard it is to look your parents who are dealing with two cancer patients and other issues in the eyes and tell them their ‘little girl’ had a knife to her through for standing up for herself? We went back, I described everything and even remember the yellow-orange handle just to get this kid punished? I even wrote an official police statement (well, the written witness account they add to their statement and evidence) and had to speak on mine and my friend’s behalf because she was that shook up. I never even used to speak for myself! He got expelled, but yknow what us jolly folk dealt with? Hearing kids and his mates mumbling about the ‘rat’ and how much of a cunt they were. Teachers and kids praise him for his art skills and even pin them on display EVERYWHERE (one - ONE - was a fucking self portrait and none of the staff seemed to find issue in that) and even an occassion where he came back into the school when he legally wasnt (trespassing). Do you know how hard it is to fucking avoid someone without raising suspicions from everyone around you in a narrow corridor? Im TALL too. I got NO support from this and felt on edge because he could easily sneak into school. I couldnt say shit because his stupid ‘spies’ were about. Just typing this is upsetting enough- I also know a rl Angel who’s like him minus the sexual harassment. She’s... I never used to like her and visa versa but we actually get along really well now, even though she can be creepy and perverse- But she wouldnt be my type either nor I with her. Often we really fuck each other off but we can also bond great. Another incident reminds me of Husk’s candid photo. Ive had people keep my photo despite me saying not to however I had someone SOMEHOW at that school one the fuck up that. There was a cut out from a magazine of a lady who looked like my DOUBLE except she was asian. Now I thought this was cool and it made me feel sorta pretty. This one girl showed everyone and the teacher, pretty much everyone was like “Oh shit that really is you, C!” and it was harmless fun at first. Until I wanted the picture. Again, this woman looked EXACTLY like me. Yet this girl refused and said she wanted to keep it and even carried it around in her pencil case. Yes it wasnt me but due to the similarities, this photo was called me (tbf the fuckin pic got more respect than I did-). This isnt the only creepy instant between me and this girl but the photo reminds me of it. And this tops people keeping photos OF me which happened in primary school. This was me but legal at that time. And asain. It was super fucking neckbeardy the way she treated this photo and stared, often stroking it and looking at me. I just hope she was only trying to scare me. Theres one final instance of a sexual assault but Im just not yet ready to be public about it. 2 here already know. Those are some of my rl experiences and more to come (unfortunately) that show these behaviours in real life. It seems - it comes across - that sexual harassment, MORE SO TOWARDS MEN, is seen as some punchline and not something legitimately horrifying or dangerous. It’s not cute. It’s fucking FAR from it.  Ive already mentioned how putting two addicts together can lead to relapsing, dependence on each other in an unhealthy way. And Ive even mentioned what Angel needs in a relationship in the RD post. Luckily for you, I’ll copy and paste it here: “ We need to think about where both are mentally. What benefits would a relationship give both? How would they be good and bad for each other? For Al, aside from his outdated views and being a fucking murderer and narcissist, he actually seems in a good mindspace for a relationship IF he opted to be in one. Angel however has a very immature mindset, likewise is in a phase of life where hes bed hopping. IF he were to be in a relationship, I’d say he needs a male equivalent of Cherri - someone with a similar mindset yet some differences, willing to have fun and in touch with their younger side, down to cuddle, open to share and receive love as well as not afraid to publicly be affectionate with him, someone who sees him as more than just for sex, someone fun, someone who’ll let him embrace his cutesy side publicly without shame - Cherri is younger so maybe someone who’s his age or slightly younger perhaps? I think Angel’s not retirement home ready to settle and needs someone on his level that can cuddle and chill as well as feels free and youthful enough to go wild with him. In one sense, he’s got a teen girl sorta mindset (dont put him with a teen though, it’s fuckin weird-). He needs someone positive and raw, someone to let him be himself as well as someone comfortable to be themselves around him. He has a habit of latching onto unobtainable men (in psychology, this is self sabotaging subconsciously): Travis the client, Val a pimp, Husk (emotionally unavailable and needs HEAVY self work - interestingly far more than Angel - plus he’s still onto his last relationship and an addict to gambling and alcohol), Pent who’s the enemy he was currently fighting (inappropriate timing), Alastor who’s not interested in another but his own needs [selfish, VERY bad for a relationship]. Subconsciously he’s self sabotaging on purpose. There’s many psychology books as well as sources online for this, if you’re interested. Either way, Angel is drawn to men either like his father [who dislike him, shun him, or are otherwise cold, abusive or just blatantly dislike or otherwise dont care about him] or anyone with money to fuel his drug addiction/’debt’ to Val. Going with any of these men isn’t a good idea. Preferably, Angel needs someone who he doesnt immediately crush and obsess over. Someone who he doesnt sexually harass or assault. Someone he can build a connection with quickly that can bud into romance (think how Chaggie started as a friendship which clicked immediately). Maybe even someone he doesn’t expect to fall for but does so anyways. It would be more realistic as Viv wants as well as more healthy. That for once he isnt sex or money craved instantly, thus doesnt sexually harass/assault and is given a proper chance to develop and grow a friendship and love. Someone who isnt an addict. Someone with an on-par mindset where they click. Someone open to love. For any chance of a good relationship, Angel needs to be with anyone BUT who we’ve already seen. There’s too much toxicity that’ll be swept under the rug and justified otherwise. Too much shit to fuel homophobes in terms of gay stereotypes. Even though Ive focused a fair bit on Angel, it’s NOT just about Angel. That’s something fans forget. Some he depends on or someone who depends on him in the long term wont last and will be very dangerous to both. Just because you suffer, you dont then deserve to be rewarded with ‘something nice’. You dont get to have everything youve ever wanted. Giving him any of these blokes [minus Val] gives him a pass. Gives him what he wants. I get Viv loves him but life doesnt work that way. True lasting growth comes from learning that. Acceptance and growth. You dont get everything you want and sometimes thats a GOOD thing. He’s not a spoilt kid who gets everything he asks for, he’s YOUR creation. If you really wanted what your creations deserve then you need to research and be realistic with it. Because hes starting to feel like a shitty Gary-Stu at this rate.” Sorry for that copypaste clusterfuck. Copy paste is not my forte lol Now Husk. Remember Big? Probably not after the info overload, but if you do GREAT. Big needed love, patience, understanding, someone who could help him, someone who understood and respected his boundaries. I spent so much damn time and now he cuddles up and exposes his tummy because I make him feel understood, loved and safe. He NEVER purred or meowed (why would he need to meow when he didnt speak to humans?) but now he does. He lives on the streets of a neighbourhood with rough folk. He used to draw blood and go rabid on my arms. But I was patient and showed him that I understood his reasons but that he was safe with me and had no need to strike out. I never pushed his boundaries let alone doing it multiple times (the rl angel I know is fucking skilled at pushing cat’s boundaries and wonders why they all huddle up to me and avoid her lol). Husk is an unavailable man. Romantic/Sexual love does NOT heal his wounds. But thats the only thought fans and the team have given on his side. He needs love to ‘fix’ him. The WORST reason to get with someone. Theyre not a project and you arent a fucking miracle worker. Treat them as an equal. He needs a good friend. JUST a friend. Like Big, he needs patience, trust, understanding, and extensive help (arguably more intense than Angel’s). He needs to love himself a bit more FIRST. Someone who respects his boundaries INSTANTLY. Someone relatable and similar, open to love not just sex and not as troubled (if they are, they need to handle it way better, healthily and overall be in a good mindspace). Viv can ship whatever the fuck tickles her fancy, but once your passion project becomes public and funded, you have set responsibilities on how to address and handle sensitive issues as well as having to accept criticism. If Husk goes sober in the name of love (ESPECIALLY with the guy not respecting his boundaries and sexually harassing him), then it’s a fucking INSULT to alcoholics.  I know a few rl Husks but there’s one that anyone who knows me enough knows the man I hold closest to my heart was an alcoholic and spitting of Husk. That’s why Husk’s character means so much to me. But there’s only 2 here who know a bit more of this man. This is something Id hoped to not share so soon, nor as messy. And Im already getting waterworks because this is FAR from easy. I guess Husk became the very thing *I* needed in order to face this. This man was my grandfather. WAS. I cant even fucking accept that. I was a fucking child. I feel stupid being so open about this over some stupid cartoon but it just shows the real life effects this has on REAL fucking people. This man was old and lonely. Always at the pubs. He taught me card games, card tricks and card magic as well as one of his own sons dealing with a gambling addiction. I feel so fucking stupid crying about this- I dont want to open up but its the only way I feel I can get people to understand my side in all of this. This man was a fucking MESS. A closed off, lonely, grumpy old bastard. He lost his love because of his alcohol addiction and never found love again. Never got over that woman. (Shes still kicking and we’re close - im keeping some things under wraps between them as its not my place). Gave up on life and love. Worked hard at his fixation on cards and puzzles, as well as crass jokes and knowledge. But he was very lazy otherwise. Bitter and angry. And you know what? He was my world. I love this man with every fiber of my being because he was the first person to love and accept me for me. He treated me as an equal and helped me grow as a person. In fact... He was only ever happy around us kids. He had hope again. Protected me. He used to hate gays and blacks and you know what? He taught HIMSELF as to why that was shitty thinking. He taught ME about differences in people and to accept it. He taught me that you dont always have to understand to accept. He taught me poker and... swears admittedly. He was a beautiful soul that was broken inside. He needed to love himself. But you know what actually fucking happened? You know what I watched as a kid? I watched as he smoked until every morning he woke throwing up phlegm just to BREATHE. I watched as sometimes the light in his eyes died and through smoke breaks and early drinking how he’d sometimes slip and show me his pain. And we’d have deep talks about it and the world and everything. How alcohol ruined his life yet he craved it. His scent. I remember arguments I wasnt supposed to overhear and growing up seeing him fucking DIE slowly in a hospital bed. The man he was ended up as a fucking husk. His skin was bloated and purple, he was half machine on how much shit he was hooked up to. How he was barely a man at all. He was dying of cancer and he fucking knew and never told us. His cancer meds gave him horrid hallucinations. And I practically spent most of my time in that hospital because TWO people had cancer. Two stunning people had fucking stupid bastard cancer. He was a fuck up. He was flawed to shit. But seeing glimpses of the real him was a fucking ethereal experience. He made me feel like a PERSON. And all we could do in the end was watch him just die. He WANTED to die and you could see it but hed only eat around us to fake fight out of his own hubris and not wanting to let us down. That year, I watched 2 of the only people who ever gave a shit about me die the most dishonourable deaths God could have gave them. Years prior I watched his son gamble EVERYTHING away - his lover, his house, his everything. Hes a moderate gambler now with a partner who never had a history of any addiction. She helps keep him in line as he helps her. But most nights I fucking dream of this shit. I cant even think about my hero because I fucking weep. I still have nightmares. Im still up thinking how I could have saved him from himself when it’s him who was the only one able to. I have to live my life with those memories and I was just a kid. Im a full woman and Im still haunted by it. Even that year is blasphemy and I fucking hate it. I want to take him in my arms, hold him and tell him he’s enough. That its ok and he can get through this. Anything that reminds me of him, I love because I know the other side. The real side. The side not tethered to vices. When I see people like that, I pray they see themselves like that too and I want to help them see it. Tell them that they can live again. It’s better than fucking decaying in a hospital bed. That when people make this sorta shit into a cute quirk it’s not. And it’s dickheads like me who have actually seen it play in the real world to REAL people they love. They arent a fucking accessory to fix for your own narrative. They arent a fuckin performing monkey. At least with Rick and Morty it’s kinda humorous and never played for some shitty toxic ship to appeal to everyone who’s never had to face that shit themselves. And Im like my old man but with more hope and no addiction. I drink and I gamble but I’ll never let myself get that low. Because I honour him but Im not as fucking saft. I wont allow it even though it’s a fucking battle. Those addictions are in the blood. My family history. Its always been so fucking normal. I’ll never knock someone for an addiction or try to preach them out of it because theres often pain fueling it, but I’d never encourage it or toxic faux cures and stupid romance promises as some bullshit MLM remedy either. I KNOW it’s fiction but I want people to see the real side. I want VIV to see the real side. Id willingly for FREE fucking sing that shit if it meant spreading a good message. Because this is fucking hell. FIXING IT: The ship’s basis is too set in stone now - too familiar to change. Best is to never let it be canon. Because you know what else it teaches? That rOmAnCe cures all. Not therapy. Not rehab. Not any REAL work. Just fuck and date it all away as if it’s that easy. It’s a mockery! I tried to be professional about this but when the media bombards this shit constantly, the has the AUDACITY to play like it’s giving a good message is salt to the wounds. A kiss with a fist. An old man dont care for the petty teen drama that Angel and Cherri (even fuckin Al) thrive on. Want this to send a good message still? Angel hates rejection and thinks everyone wants him. Have Husk reject him. Especially because no one should go out with someone whos sexually harassed them there. Been there, done that got the fuckin tshirt. Have Husk reject Angel the way Gravity Falls has Wendy reject Dipper. It helped Dipper move on and mature, and this is what Angel needs for growth and to be more humble.  Husk would be a fucking excellent mentor to Angel, a friend and protector, someone who shows him the ropes like Grunkle Stan like a grandfather figure. To not fall for his mistakes. Husk would be a better expert than any of them plus it balances the power dynamtic. It’s healthy and realistic. Touches the topic with the sensitivity it needs. Not everything needs a ship or romance. Wounds healed that way dont stay healed long. Angel seems more fitting as a son like figure, and he can play that dad like role for him. And if any of the team EVER saw this, fucking take this idea. Its YOURS. FREE. FOREVER. If we wanna play this NDA but still reblog some of the story telling arts and have some of our team indulge in it. I wont sue. Fucking TAKE IT if it means doing this shit right because Spindlehorse have beautifully triggered so many different people and their different traumas to please teenagers sexual fantasies, their own kinks and for a jolly good joke.  This is a bastard long read and Ive had to face the traumas again but if good can come from it then I’ll GLADLY dance this duet again. Stans, Antis, dont even TEMPT interaction. You arent brave sending suicide threats behind a screen, youre a coward and a waste of oxygen. I WANT Hazbin and Helluva to succeed. I want Viv and her crew to do well. Trust me, I wouldnt waste my time if I didnt give a shit. Viv is fucking gifted and its being wasted if it’s not at her full potential for the approval of a rabid army of kids and immature adults who dont know any better (stans and antis). I know she would like a good and decent fanbase. Stans and antis arent it. Tagging you folks because it’s long but yall actually helped me have the courage to open my trap to this. Screenshots are coming later though all of what Ive said is easily sourced. But this has been days, Im sick, im tired, ive been upset facing my own traumas. If any tags wanna help then by all means but otherwise. @honesthazbinarchives, @siaesnow​ (also added age still bc despite the lack of physical aging, theres also the mental aspect and experiences as well as power dynamics side to it, in case youre wondering), @noirellearts, @enchantedchocolatebars​, @galemalio​ (thank you for letting me weep like a bitch), @angel-blitz​, @critical-hazbin​, @what-the-hazbin​, @hazboobhotel​, @pineapple-critiques-stuff​, @devils-advocutie​, SORRY AGAIN FOR BEING A LIL BITCH FOLKS, I feel awkward like my teen years but yeah- fuck it Im old and imma rot soon anyways. If this experience can help then Ill be glad.

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Always To Be Loved

Started off as a headcanon and it became this. Enjoy!

Dr. Turner reminisces on the ones he has lost around the time of the birth of Baby Teddy. He recollects the birth of his first son, Timothy, and his relationship with his first wife and the barriers they faced. Marianne had made her wishes clear for her son early on, but what about her husband?

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Patrick was surprised when he found himself quite sad at the prospect of Sister Julienne helping his wife through labor and subsequent delivery of his child. It was never because he doubted her skills,—in fact, he could not have chosen someone better for his wife—but rather it was because of Sister Evangelina.

Timothy and Marianne had been under the care of Sister Evangelina back in 1948. Marianne had had a difficult pregnancy filled with a bundle of prospective complications. They quickly came to the conclusion that if they could help it, Timothy would be their only child for the sake of Marianne. She had taken to this situation very poorly and quickly fell into a deep, unresponsive depression. Patrick found himself badly equipped at handling this situation. Her own struggle only reminded him of his pain during the time following the war which no one other than him and his doctors knew about.

Sister Evangelina was the one who noticed their struggle and quickly—and rather unorthodoxly—assigned herself to their case. She spent extra time with Marianne pushing her to continue in her life for her husband and baby's sake. Everyone was astounded by the amount of personal care that she put into the Turner case.

Sister Evangelina never told anyone, but it was because she noticed some distinctive behaviors in Dr. Turner; he would flinch at the mention of any possibility of death, his face would drop instantaneously when someone expressed mental distress due to the war, and he held an obsessive, perfectionist desire for care that if it faltered in any way would cause him to spend the next several days scrutinizing and berating himself.

It became wildly apparent to the Sister that Dr. Turner saw one of the soldiers he was unable to save in his own pregnant wife. In her eyes, it was clear that Dr. Turner had experience some sort of mental instability following his service in the war.

'What if I can not save her?'

This was question that flooded his mind each time Marianne slipped into one of her episodes or her or the baby's health took a turn.

Sister Evangelina saw her place to help and made sure to do so. When the time came for Baby Turner to make their appearance, Sister Evangelina took up her call to action.

Labor had begun close to dawn on a frosty November morning.

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"Patrick. Patrick, wake up!"

Patrick awoke to find his sheets properly soaked in clear in amniotic fluid, and a terrified wife in the midst of them. Much to his concern, contractions did not arrive until about 2 hours afterwards, but luckily picked up quickly once they did finally begin. Nonnatus House was rung once the pains hit 5 minutes apart, and Marianne could no longer keep silent.

Patrick was frightfully uncomfortable. This certainly was not his first time seeing a laboring woman, but when it is your own wife. Well, it changes things. Nevertheless, he tried his best to coach her through the contractions the best he could with his stereotypical, well-practiced dialogue he said to all his mothers.

But she wasn't all of his mothers. She was his wife.

Although he rarely prayed and did not even know if he believed in God, he prayed today, and prayed that the midwife would hurry up already and take it from here. He was not strong enough for this. After what felt like eternity, but was more likely no more than 20 minutes, Sister Evangelina came knocking on their door, bag and dictating attitude in hand. In true character, he was promptly removed from the bedroom to allow for the women to do their work.

It was a grueling 18 hours of groans, whimpers, screams, and sobs before Sister Evangelina began to question if this baby would come without help. Sister Evangelina had let this labor go on much longer then she normally would ever allow, but she knew that a transport to hospital or even the maternity home would be traumatic for mother, baby, and father.

Baby was refusing to budge despite exhausting the list of solutions. Marianne was at her wits end and was no longer listening to Sister Evangelina or the back up midwife who had arrived several hours before for support. Every time they spoke to her she would thrash her head far back into the pillows refusing to listen to their words of encouragement or instruction. Patrick had stood post and been pacing outside the bedroom door for hours now smoking a countless number of Henleys.

He could not stand it any longer.

It had been hours. Many more hours than Sister Evangelina would ever allow. Enough was enough.

Patrick unceremoniously barged through the door making a beeline for his laboring wife.

"Out! Out! Out! Right now, Doctor!"

Sister Evangelina whipped her head around to see the doctor and was astounded at just how unkempt he looked. His usually pomaded hair was now loose and freed into its natural waved state. It was strewn in all ways across his head with several stubborn pieces falling directly in his face. His eyes were puffed and red and cheeks stained and flushed. All pointing to the conclusion that he had been crying for quite some time now and sleep had completely evaded him. Gone was his coat, tie, and vest, leaving him in a set of wrinkled trousers and a crumpled shirt that was missing cufflinks which forced him to roll it up his forearms. A small glimpse of his chest was provided due to the open buttons and loosened collar around his neck.

In a moment of exasperation and out of character, he pointed his finger towards Sister Evangelina and demanded,

"Absolutely not. You know better than I that she has had an extremely long second stage, and baby is not properly descending into the birth canal. It is in everybody's best interest that a doctor be present."

Even Sister Evangelina could not argue with that. Marianne's blood pressure had been wildly fluctuating, but with her skill and experience had managed to keep it stable enough.

"Pat…Pat? Are you really here?" Marianne whimpered from the mattress. Her hand weakly wavered up from the bed to reach out towards the direction of his voice.

"Of course, dearest. I'm afraid you and baby are having a little bit of trouble. I'm going to be here just to make sure nothing goes amiss."

All doubts of him being unable to handle this situation were out the window. He had to help. He had to.

"I trust you."

"I know you do."

It was at least another painful 45 minutes of breathing, panting, and pushing before Sister Evangelina announced Baby Turner's beautiful vertex was in view and carried an absolute head-full of dark brown hair to prove it.

Patrick was kneeling next to the bed face-to-face with Marianne as she was on her left side with her leg flopped over the Sister's shoulder. One hand was fervently stroking her sweat coated hair out of her face and the other was gripping her hand harder than she was as he coached,

"Breath, Mar, breath. Slowly does it, slowly does it. That's the stuff. You're doing so, so well, my darling." Insisted the 'doctor-who-was-present-only-in-a-completely-medical-capacity. "Let baby do the work. Let baby do all the work now. You've done so well."

"Crowning now, dear Marianne, your baby's head is crowning! Slow push now. Slow, slow push for us." Sister Evangelina coached. "Slowly! Slowly! Slowly! Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, marvelous work, my girl, marvelous work. Next one will do it for us. One more big push for us!"

Patrick looked up. His brown eyes were shining with unshed tears. He never anticipated to ever personally be in this situation. He had always doubted the institution of marriage after seeing the unfaithfulness and violence of his father. Discovering he had no interest in marriage or fatherhood throughout his younger years, he never sought it out. He did not necessarily turn his nose up at the possibility of one day experiencing it, but he had no expectations for it to ever come to him.

Patrick had met Marianne shortly after his release from the psychiatric hospital. She had taken quickly to him, and in desperation for stability, he followed suit. He was ashamed to admit that for the first year or so of their relationship, he did not love her. He used her. She was eager. Cheerful. Did not pry. And bluntly put, a distraction. Marianne knew this but did not mind it. She loved him and truly believed that he would one day as well. Believing this was his one chance, Patrick took the plunge and proposed after a long, yet stable, three year relationship. Patrick had grown to love her in his own way and was genuinely fond of her. It was not the sweeping romance shown in the pictures, but it was happy, and it was stable. Just what he needed.

They were married on a sunny July day in 1947 in the presence of all her family and friends and the small group of his. He was happy, but both of them were naive. They both ignorantly ignored the barriers between them. One of their most obvious barriers was physical.

He had become quite distant in their engagement. He never touched her—really. Only a hand on the small of her back guide her through a crowd. His hand to help her out of a vehicle or off a bus. Occasionally, when publicly necessary, an arm to walk with. Other than that, nothing.

Looking back, he realized that his past self instinctually knew that he was in the wrong. What he was doing to Marianne was not right. She deserved better. He had even tried to let her leave him. He was in no way worthy of Marianne. She was far, far too good for him.

"Marianne, I care for you. I do. Really. Which is why I'm telling you this. I am too much for you. To ask you to bear me and all of my burdens would be far too much to ask. If you want out, I won't be upset with you."

"Patrick…I…I am afraid I do not know what you want me to say. Do you want…out? As you so kindly put it."

"No….," He was lying, "I…I, Marianne, I just want you to be happy."

"I am happy. With you…Patrick," she sighed, "I have to marry you. I have to. Even if I did not want to, and I do! I am over 30 years old and unmarried. Forgive me, but you have no idea what it is like to woman who is unmarried in this society. I am so ashamed. My mother has made sure to tell me that unless I marry you now, I'll never have another chance." She dryly chuckled, "Apparently, I'm far too vocal than what men want. I'm afraid that the war changed me. I always have been, but the war made me quite independent, and I've had trouble letting go of that. You have been wonderful with allowing me that freedom. Patrick, you are a good man. A kind one. You're doctor and will be able to provide for me."

She became too choked up to speak , and tears that had been welling in her eyes began to fall. She moved to sit on the settee in her mother's living room. He slowly joined her; awkwardly, sitting on opposite ends of the piece of furniture. The silence was frightfully loud. Neither one could say how long the sat drenched in stillness.

He hesitated, "Marianne," it was his turn to sigh, "you're right. Certainly you are. I am sorry. It was wrong of me to bring this up."

Marianne shifted to look at him and scooted every so slightly closer to him.

"No! No, Patrick. I am happy you did. I do not expect for you to confess everything of your past. You are nearly a 38 year old bachelor. I am sure you have some things you may not to speak about, and I can respect that."

He moved to sit next to her reached to grab her hands.

"Mar, there is so much that you do not know about me. Things that I am not sure if I will be able to say out loud. I do not want you have to be exposed to that."

He never made eye contact and kept his vision on their now intertwined hands griping each other's.

"Pat…oh Pat…you need not speak about those things if you do not wish. But we can happy. The two of us. We can. Please believe me."

She pressed her forehead into his shoulder and breathed in his scent. He lowered own head to rest a top hers.

The engagement proceeded, and the wedding took place.

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The physical barrier did not lower once they were wed. He had obviously touched her at their wedding: Offered his arm, held her hand, put his arm around her waist. And even at the end of the night as they prepared for bed, pulled her against his body, brought his hands up to cup her cheeks, licked his lips, and placed a solid kiss on her's. Nothing else happened after that though. Their marriage was not consummated.

They shared a bed. Only occasionally touching each other. He would kiss her cheek each time he left and returned from work. If they ever kissed on the lips, it was Marianne who pulled him down to her level, and it was never more than a swift peck.

Marianne was not a prude. She had worked during the war. Her friends made sure to provide detailed accounts of their liaisons. Her mother had had conversations with her before the wedding. She knew that Patrick was ignoring a vital part of their union.

One night she broached the subject to him. Her seated on the settee mending a sweater and him in his chair smoking a Henley while reading the latest Lancet. He had not always smoked Henleys. It started after his release after he had not been allowed cigarettes out of fear he might hurt himself. When he walked out the doors, the first stop he made was to shop to buy some cigarettes. He grabbed the first pack he could which happened to be Henleys. He never stopped after that; uncharacteristically believing perhaps it brought him some sort of luck.

"Patrick, may I ask you something?" She asked not looking up from her mending.

"Of course, dearest." He responded in the same distant fashion with his eyes not leaving the page as he took a long drag.

"Are you intimate with other women?" She asked finally lifting her eyes from the sweater to gauge his reaction.

His head shot up from the page. Eyes alight with fury and confusion. His body now visibly rigid.

"Marianne. What?" He tightly hushed.

"Are you sleeping with other women?" She repeated her query with insistence.

"Marianne, why would ask that? Do…do you believe that?"

He was angry. He smashed the small remnants of the cigarette he had been smoking into the ashtray on the table next to him.

"Not necessarily. But Patrick, I know that men have needs, and you never once sought relief from me. I know that perhaps I am not as attractive as other women around us, but I won't not lie to you, it is hurtful to think that you would throw your vows away over something like physical attraction. I thought you better than that. Besides I have never been…well…I have never partook in that side of things. I thought you might like that."

Patrick was almost physically sickened by the thought that Marianne believed that he cared about her purity. He had concluded long ago that that sort of thing did not impact his feelings, and he had absolutely no right or business to be passing judgement on what a woman chooses to do with their body.

"First of all, I will have you know that even if you had come having 'partaken' it would not change my view of you. Secondly, Marianne, I would never break my vow to you. Ever. I think and feel far too much for you to ever bring you close to a position like that. I obviously can not deny having not sought relief, as you put it, because of my own insecurities. I will spare the details, but all of my experiences were out of desperation during my younger years. I took…physical…pleasure of out them but the psychological toll was too much for me. I am afraid it has clouded my view of that side of things. I have learned to manage it. I-I-I am sorry, Marianne. I can not talk about this anymore.'

He quickly pushed himself out of his chair, moved across the room, and next thing she heard was the front door opening and loudly slamming shut. He spent the night in his office at his surgery.

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Patrick returned the next evening with flowers in his hand.

Marianne was sitting at the kitchen table nervously moving her hands around each other. When she heard the door open, her anxiety only rose. His footsteps grew closer to her residing place, and as he came into view, his heart broke at her face. His wife. His young, darling wife thought she was in the wrong for inquiring about the obvious absence in their marriage. She had every right to know why he refused to consummate their union.

She rose from her seated position and they were standing an awkward distance from each other in the kitchen.

"Patrick. Oh Patrick. I am so sorry. I am so, so sorry. Forgive me. I had no reason to pry you about that. It was completely my fault." Marianne sputtered out quickly before he could say anything. She began shaking with silent sobs and moved to cover her face.

Patrick laid the bouquet down on the counter and intercepted her rising arms and pulled them to wrap around his torso. He wrapped his around her shoulders and tucked her head under his cheek as she cried even harder.

"Marianne, I will hear no such apology from you. The only one who needs to be apologizing and is at fault is me. I have been terribly selfish and ignored your own feelings and needs. You have absolutely every right to ask about the intimate side of our relationship. And even though you do not need it, I give you outright permission to pry about how I am fulfilling my desires."

She hesitantly moved her head from under his and moved to look up into his face. Her eyes were frightfully swollen and red. Much more so than if this would have been the first time she had cried. Brownish, purple rings under her eyes testified to the fact that she did not rest well, if at all, the previous night. She sniffled before she quietly spoke.

"Patrick, I never meant to upset you. It's just that I want to make you happy, and I know that you're not like other men, but you are still a man. And…it's just that…ah…my mother…how do I say this?" She had lowered her gaze to look at his lapels. She squared her shoulders and moved to remake eye contact before saying. "She told me that you would most certainly seek my body as a release and that I should be amenable. I want to help you. Please."

Patrick sighed. His heart broke even more than it already was at the thought that this magnificent woman believed that their intimacy would be a chore for her. It was exactly what he was afraid of.

"My dear, it is my hope that if and when we do become intimate," she shivered in his arms as his voice lowered in his register and became graveled, "that you will derive as much satisfaction as I will."

"That's possible?" She was practically red and uncomfortably shifting in arms from embarrassment. "I am afraid I do not even know what you will get out it. I am terribly unaware of these things."

He cracked a rather sensual smile before lowering it his forehead to rest on hers and said, "Oh it most certainly is."

She sheepishly smiled back and pressed further into the embrace before began moving her gaze to his lips. Patrick noticed shift and took initiative.

He moved his face so that his lips pressed firmly against her smooth, rosy ones. His knees practically buckled when she gently moaned into his. He parted her lips and tongues briefly caressed each other before he pulled away, breathed shakily and rasped, "Marianne, dearest, as wonderful as this is, I am not quite ready to go there. I am sorry. It is completely me. Not you in any way."

She a bit disappointedly looked downwards before looking back up with a wry but gentle smile and said, "Of course. When you are, you know who to ask."

They both softly chuckled at her jab.

—

Their marriage was consummated 7 months after their ceremony. It had been unexpected when it did finally happen and had in no way been planned or anticipated. Since that evening shared the kitchen, the couple had gotten more comfortable and frequent in sharing kisses. In the weeks leading up to the main event, Patrick had begun to let his hands wander—not too far, but enough to be suggestive.

It had begun in the same way and simply put, it did not stop.

Patrick slowly pulled back to break their passionate embrace.

"Oh Pat…Pat, please…Pat, please, no." Marianne muttered. She moved to pulled him back to her lips.

"Marianne, are you sure? Are you ready?" Patrick was taking no chances with this and wanted a clear answer.

"Patrick! Am I ready? Of course I am. I believe the question is, are you?" She breathed out.

He was.

Things naturally progressed from there.

It was difficult for them. Marianne quickly discovered that certain parts of their marital relations caused her a fairly great deal of discomfort despite her desire to experience and provide it. Patrick was wonderfully patient and sought to make her as comfortable and satisfied as possible. It was disheartening for her regardless of Patrick's insistence that she was completely blameless in all of this, and he was still happy with their marriage both inside and outside of their marital bed.

Patrick had his suspicions of whether or not there was a medical explanation for this, and his hypothesis was only confirmed as her pregnancy progressed.

Somehow the thought and prospect of children had never crossed his mind until she started to become quite unwell in spring of 1948. She would be awoken almost every morning by nausea and vomiting that would return in the evenings, and would often return home to her squatted in the kitchen or living room experiencing dizziness or lying on their bed with a headache. It embarrassingly took him several days to put it together.

He glanced over his shoulder find the empty spot in his bed that normally occupied his wife. Before he could question her absence, he heard it: vomiting. As a doctor, he was all too familiar with the sounds of gagging, dry heaving, and vomiting to the point that he found himself barely phased.

Patrick rose from the bed and made his way into their bathroom to find Marianne hunched over the toilet trying to empty her stomach—except there was nothing to empty. He lowered himself on the ground next to her before gathering the hair that was grazing her face. She eventually shifted her face so that her flushed, yet pale, cheek rested of the cold seat of the toilet.

"Nothing is coming out," she croaked, "I honestly wish that something would come out. Maybe I would feel somewhat better."

Patrick only pushed her damp hair behind her ear and began to stroke her cheek before asking, "Would you like me to make an appointment for you to se if there is a problem?"

Marianne's now closed eyes slowly opened before she raised her head and gently smiled at her husband. She could not help but be a little amused at the sight of her dear husband seated on the tiled floor of their bathroom with his wavy mop of a hair wildly askew looking worried and unconvincingly confused.

'Mmm it never does seem to want to corporate, does it? Somehow it fits him though.' She indulged herself with the thought.

She stared at him and murmured, "Patrick, don't act like that. You know what's wrong with me. Don't think I don't see you looking at me differently. You've known for weeks. You probably knew before I did!"

He bashfully averted his eyes down to the tile floor before querying, "How long have you known?"

"A week. I have wondered for about 3 though."

"A baby."

"Yes."

"I suppose they're right. Only takes several times—once really."

"You would know better than I." She countered. "Pat," she reached to caress and stroke his cheek with her thumb, "I hope this is alright."

"We don't have much choice do we?"

"I'm afraid not." She whispered to him. Marianne hesitated, "But this could be good. This could be really good. Yes?"

"Of course it can," He was surprised to feel himself grinning, "As long as the baby is like you."

"No! I want him to look and act just like you."

"Him?"

"Yes. Him."

—

And now they were here. Patrick stared at the midwife who just announced that his baby's head was resting in her hand. His baby was about to enter the madness of the world that they called home.

Patrick snapped back and turned to his laboring wife who was whimpering into the pillow absolutely exhausted.

"Mar. Marianne. Marianne, darling. Baby is about to be born. Our little baby is about to be here." He was so proud. "We only need one more big, big push from you." Patrick was practically begging before the next contraction arrived, "I am so proud of you. So, so proud."

Unsure if she even heard him, he looked back down to the end of the bed where Sister Evangelina resided. She looked conflicted.

"Sister?"

"If you utter a single word to a single soul about what I am about to do, you will live to disdain the very day you were born."

Patrick bewilderedly started at her before she motioned for him to join her. He glanced at his wife and realized she was so exhausted she would not even notice the absence of his hand. He quickly shuffled down.

"Finish us off then."

Sister Evangelina backed away leaving him to handle to rest of the birth on his own. Her contraction began as her whimpers turned to groans. With no time to waste, Patrick became Dr. Turner.

"Marianne, big push for us. One more." Tears were pouring down his cheeks as she encouraged her. "Come on. Yes! Yes! Bit more. Little bit more! That's it! Oh…oh…oh Marianne!"

His baby.

His son.

His son was now wailing in his arms making it abundantly clear that he was not pleased with the harsh change in temperatures upon his arrival into his father's arms. Patrick was weeping. Absolutely, positively, completely weeping over his son that was held in his hands. Tears poured down his cheeks and slid down his chin onto his neck. Several probably landed somewhere on the baby.

He was tiny. So very, very tiny. He was a normal size for a newborn baby, but Patrick could not help but be struck by the fact that this small creature was encased in his two hands.

'What a privilege.' He thought.

And then he remembered his wife. His wife. His wonderful, brilliant, magnificent wife who had carried, nurtured, and birthed this child. How could he forget?

"Marianne, we have a son! He is so, so beautiful!" His voice was thick with tears.

Marianne had suddenly been revitalized at the sound of her baby's crying. She had flopped over onto back. Nightgown hiked up around her waist soaked with sweat, fluid, and blood. Legs wide open. It mattered very little to her as she reached for her son. Her arms were aching to hold him.

"The cord, Doctor." Sister Evangelina intervened the touching moment. He chuckled at his forgetfulness and glanced up at the Nun to find tears filling her own eyes. As she leaned in to take over from him, she moved so that her face was directly in line with his grinning profile. She warned into his ear.

"Just so we're clear, Doctor, everyone outside of this room will be under the impression I delivered this baby."

He only smiled wider and grabbed the clamps she was offering and swiftly cut the tie between mother and baby that had sustained and formed his son.

He quickly swaddled baby up in a towel that was placed on the bed for that very purpose and moved to place their son on his mother's chest. Her arms were outstretched and an absolutely beaming and glowing smile plastered her face as tears rolled down her cheeks.

Had he ever seen a more beautiful sight?

His wife holding his son.

If he had doubted it in the past, now he was certain: he was hopelessly in love with that woman.

He had just watched her become the mother of his child.

How could he not love her?

"Oh my dear. Oh my darling." Marianne was crying over her baby as she tried to soften his own. "I want you always to be loved."

He would.

—

Patrick sat back as he remembered that moment. One of the happiest moments of his life. Timothy was his saving grace after Marianne died. A gift from her.

It was when Timothy was around 4 years old when she first began to have issues. Her cycles became longer and more painful. Timothy had to start going to nursery daily for about a week and half as she became incapacitated.

She never really opened up to him about it. He often later blamed himself for not prying more and possibly intervening sooner. He obviously knew something was awry and begged her to go and see a specialist. She refused to even let him examine her and certainly had little desire to inquire further.

For 3 long years, Marianne suffered in agonizing pain often undermining her discomfort for the sake of her husband and son. Timothy knew no different and simply understood that Mummy was sometimes quite poorly. In those times, he would go to nursery, with Daddy to the surgery to play in his office, sometimes even to Nonnatus House to spend time with the nurses and nuns, and to Granny Parker's to be showered with love and cakes.

Her diagnosis was clear and obvious once she finally relented to help after the insistence of Sister Evangelina.

"You are hurting your son by not caring for yourself. You know better than this."

Uterine Cancer.

It was a result and explanation of a slew of issues she had experienced throughout her late 20s and 30s.

Patrick was absolutely ashamed to not have noticed it sooner. Perhaps he had, but just did not want to accept it.

He did not want to think about her death. Not right now. His current wife, his darling, darling, darling, Shelagh, was about to give birth to their third baby any day now.

He could not help but be reminded of his first wife though. Sometimes he wondered if Marianne was watching over them. Ironically, he had always called Shelagh his "Angel" and not Marianne. The latter would make more sense technically. Yet, he had occasionally pondered if Marianne had actually sent Shelagh to him and Timothy.

Marianne had made her requests clearly known during her departure.

She had been sleeping almost constantly, likely due to the large quantities of morphine coursing through her cancer-ridden body. The end was very much near.

Patrick refused to leave her side. Clinging to her hand. Holding it to his face and heart. He knew she was leaving him and yet he refused to accept it. He could barely fathom that there had been a point in his life where he was with her and not utterly in love with her. As soon as he recognized it, she was leaving him.

"Patrick?" She rasped, barely audible "Pat…Pat? Are you really here?" Marianne gripped his hand with the most strength she could muster.

"Of course, dearest. I'm afraid you're having a bit of trouble. I'm going to be here just to make sure nothing goes amiss." His face crumbled into pieces as his sickeningly remembered the last time they had said those words to each other. There would certainly be no baby at the end of all this. He clung tighter to hand and pressed his fervently to his wet cheek.

"Patrick." Her eyes were surprisingly cognizant and fierce. "Patrick, you must promise me something. Please. For my sake. So I can rest easily."

"Marianne. Oh, Marianne…Mar…please don't say that."

"We both know it's true. You know better than I." She managed a wry smile remembering yet another moment they shared.

"Find her."

"What?…Who?…Marianne, who are you talking about? Your mother? She's looking after Timmy. I can get her." He began to rise from the chair to summon his mother-in-law.

"No, Patrick." She forced him to stay and somehow managed to grip even tighter to his hand.

"Find her. The one who you're meant to be with. The love of your life. Your soulmate if you believe in all that."

"Marianne, what are you talking about? You're right here—"

"No. Oh no, Patrick. No, Patrick. We both know I'm not that woman. Perhaps you're mine, but I'm not your's. I can see it. I can feel it. I always could."

Deciding an argument would most definitely not be a good use of the little time they had, Patrick made an attempt at a joke through his tear coated voice.

"You'll have to help me then. You know how bad I am at missing the obvious when it comes to my personal life." He choked out with a wet smile. Her hand was now covered in his salty tears.

She smirked.

"Oh. Oh, I will." She looked up at the ceiling that was behind his head convivially, deep in thought.

"Maybe I'll make her fall. Injure herself." Marianne was beginning to wheeze but managed to continue. "Nothing too serious. No, that would be wrong of me. Enough for her to need your medical expertise. Knowing you though, that would not be enough." She moved her head back to establish eye contact with him before whispering. "Perhaps I can arrange a reason for her to be sent away as soon as you realize and cause you to spend your days and nights pining and longing for her. Mmm…yes, I think that will do best."

They managed to share a small laugh.

"And where will Timmy be in all of this?" He humored her.

"Oh he'll be painfully aware of what's happening." Her face fell as it became serious. "She's going adore him. My little Tim. Oh." Tears of joy begin to rain on her cheeks "Oh. She'll love him so much. I'll make her forget sometimes that he's not her's…He'll never forget me though. I know it."

"No. He won't. I won't let him."

"Good. Good." She smiled again. "And I think I'll see if I can't find some siblings for Tim."

"Siblings? As in more than one?"

"Oh yes. A whole brood of children." She held her eye contact with his tear glistened brown ones.

"Promise me, Patrick. Find her. Promise me right now."

"Marianne—"

"Patrick, promise me. Cross your heart right now."

"Alright. Just for you." He put his right hand over his heart. "I promise."

"Thank you."

—

Sister Evangelina had been there with him as Marianne left the world. Just as she had been when his son entered the world. Once again she had been there to help guide him through the waters he had never anticipated in drowning in. It was ironic, poetic really, the two of them sparred more than any other midwife he had ever worked with. And yet, there she was, by his side.

When he had proposed to Shelagh and word spread through Nonnatus, he avoided her. Out of complete and utter fear.

One day though, she called him out to a delivery. Classic case of forceps. All ended well and as they were cleaning up and leaving, the inevitable arrived.

"So. Dr. Turner, how is Shelagh?"

"She is quite well. I'll be sure to tell her you asked after her. She will appreciate it."

She pursed her lips. He feared for his survival.

"Doctor…I need know only one thing."

"Yes?"

"Do you love her?"

"She's the love the of my life, Sister."

She cocked an eyebrow, smirked, nodded, and moved on with her day. She did not let him off the hook. Oh no. She took every chance she got to make a comment about the doctor taking one of her sisters.

—

Patrick brooded over his cup of tea as he remembered several other memories with Sister Evangelina. His discovery that she spoke to Shelagh about her infertility, her first visit to meet their Angela, his hearing about her health issues, her stroke, and most difficult of all—having to be the one to pronounce her death. The only one harder than that one was Marianne.

That was a memory for another day. Sister Evangelina would most certainly not be pleased with him spending this much time remembering her. She might condone his late wife's memory, but her certainly not her own.

Instead, he smiled down at ring that now was housed on his left hand.

'Yes.

Sister Julienne is a most appropriate choice for my Shelagh.'