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Funerales de Pepe Mujica Uruguay 2025

Fuente: Frente amplio

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it really frustrates me to think about how people are inevitably going to take Remmick’s one (1) singular statement about how much he resents the way the Irish were colonized and forcibly converted to Christianity and use it as fuel for “actually he had a point” and “he was right actually” and “he’s not really the villain here” posts, when the whole point is that Remmick is, through the vampiric hive mind he’s creating, forcibly assimilating people into yet another manipulative and parasitical system. he doesn't value the cultures of the people he assimilates—notice how all the vampires he turns dance to his culture's music using his culture's dances, and how he only uses the languages or knowledge other vampires have to offer when he needs to manipulate someone. Remmick is extremely transparent about the way he sees the people he turns as resources to exploit.

he’s perpetuating a cycle that he claims to hate and resent, and I think the movie is pretty damn clear about the fact that he doesn’t see anybody as valuable or useful to him except as prey and as pawns—otherwise he would just, you know, focus solely on people who actually consent to being turned. but he looked sad in that one scene and he’s an apparently attractive white cis man so people are gonna bend over backwards justifying all the harm he did.

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Sometimes, I think about this interview a little too much...

(from McCartney's German interview 1984)

Interviewer: "But your relationship with John, I mean, in every way, as a band I mean, you were very, very close. I mean, that must have been very painful in that respect. Not only the Beatles breaking up. But, I mean, that particular relationship breaking up."

McCartney: "Mm. It was, yeah. Um, in our songwriting, I had signs that the group was gonna break up, because… I mean, I think really what it was, really all that happened was that John fell in love. With Yoko. And so, with such a powerful alliance like that,it was difficult for him to still be seeing me. It was as if I was another girlfriend, almost. Our relationship, strong relationship. And if he was to start a new relationship,he had to put this other one away. And I understood that. I mean, I couldn’t stand in the way of someone who’d fallen in love.You can’t say, you know, “Who’s this?” You can’t really do that.If I was a girl, maybe I could go out [unintelligible] in this case, you know, it's just that, uh, you know, I mean, I didn’t say anything, I could see that was the way it was going to go, and that Yoko would be very sort of powerful for him, you know? We all had to get out the way. I don’t blame her. You know, you can’t blame her for being the object of his love."

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Daily sketches by Pavel Oleinik

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LINE INTERPRETATION

For those who say we are erasing Miss Adler’s sexuality.

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Rogue Male: A Sherlolly Story

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Chapter 6: Solved

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DEWER’S HOLLOW – MIDNIGHT

The only light offered was that given off by the full moon. It was enough to illuminate the immediate area that Sherlock had selected. The ominous atmosphere was enhanced, as it had been the last time he stood here, by a thick fog. But thankfully this time the fog wasn’t permeated with the drug developed by The H.O.U.N.D. Project. All the pressure pads that had been placed in the Hollow had been removed and destroyed by the Army the following morning after the conclusion of the case.

He had briefly considered finding a place to conceal himself, but in the end decided the time for hiding was over.

Sherlock preferred to face his unknown adversary face to face.

So he stood patiently, and waited.

*

It turned out to be a long wait. Either his pursers were unfamiliar with the area, or they were aware of his impatient nature.

The second option was the most likely.

It was close to 6.00am, and the sun was just on the rise when Sherlock’s ears picked up the telltale sound of a twig breaking underfoot.

“Well, that was unfortunate, wasn’t it?” a woman’s voice noted mockingly.

“Except when done deliberately,” Sherlock responded drily.

“I was rather obvious wasn’t I?”

“So now that you’ve made yourself known, why don’t you come out so we can finally become acquainted,” Sherlock suggested.

“Reacquainted surely?”

Sherlock frowned, a quick review of his Mind Palace confirming that the voice of the woman was completely unfamiliar to him. “What do you mean?”

“Oh Sherlock, it appears Mycroft was correct when he told me you’d altered your memories of me.”

“Who are you?” Sherlock demanded. His rising anger fuelled by the fact Mycroft knew more than he had told him.

Emerging from behind a large tree, the woman with long dark hair, and wearing a white top and three quarter length trousers, and white sneakers, made her way over to where he stood, coming to a halt just out of arms reach.

“I’m Eurus,” she announced, as though that answered everything.

When Sherlock continued to stare at her blankly, realisation dawned.

“You did more than simply alter your memories, you wrote me out completely. Interesting, I wonder why.”

There was something distinctly disturbing about her, the way she watched him with those large intelligent, but utterly cold eyes that left him feeling more than a little unnerved. It was as though she knew things about him that no-one else did.

His deduction was proved correct when he spotted what she held in her hand, a red handkerchief, like the one that had belonged to his childhood best friend, Victor Trevor. Sherlock hadn’t given any thought to Victor for many years. The painful memories carefully tucked away, never to be revisited again.

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MUSGRAVE HALL

He and Victor would dress up as pirates, Sherlock was Yellowbeard, and Victor was Redbeard.

But then Victor mysteriously disappeared. Sherlock had looked everywhere for his friend. But to no avail.

“She knows where he is,” his father had said.

“But she refuses to tell us,” his mother replied bitterly. “She just sings that nonsense song.”

And then there could be heard a little girl singing.

“I that am lost, oh who will find me? Deep down below the old beech tree. Help succour me now the east wind blows. Sixteen by six, brother, and under we go.”

And he knew Victor was dead.

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DEWER’S HOLLOW

And he knew who Eurus was. The sister he had removed from his memories.

“You killed my best friend. Why?” he demanded.

“I never had a best friend,” Eurus replied coolly.

“So all this... you did all of this to me because you couldn’t make friends?” Sherlock asked incredulously.

“I’ve spent most of my life locked in a glass cage, deep beneath a fortified prison on an isolated island, being constantly monitored by security cameras, with very little human interaction, and absolutely no physical contact allowed,” Eurus explained. “And through it all no-one ever gave any thought to how I felt, then or now. So is it any surprise that my thoughts would turn to planning my revenge.”

Sherlock felt sick. It was so much to take in.

“And finally at last we have come to the end.”

It was evident that these words were the cue for her accomplice to appear.

But they didn’t.

Becoming frustrated, Eurus raised her voice. “Anytime you’re ready Parker.”

A moment later someone Sherlock and Eurus didn’t recognise emerged into the clearing.

The blonde haired woman made her way over to where Sherlock stood. She offered Eurus a pleasant smile, though her eyes and whole demeanour remained as cool as ice.

“Sorry, but I’m afraid Parker won’t be joining this little gathering, he’s been permanently retired,” she explained as she dangled his garrot of choice, it was based on the military garrot used during WWII, with two wooden handles attached to a length of flexible wire. “Hoist by his own petard, as I believe the saying goes.”

The woman waited patiently as she watched Eurus realise that her well planned revenge would never come to fruition.

The moment Eurus lunged forward, the woman gave the order, “Now!”

One moment Eurus was upright, and the next she was collapsed unconscious on the ground.

And to Sherlock’s utter astonishment Molly Hooper stood there, the syringe she had used to inject a strong sedative into Eurus’ neck in her hand.

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Three Ways It Could Have Happened (and One Way It Did)

For Day 2 of Sherlolly Appreciation Week: Shared Look/Canon Divergent Idea. On AO3 here.

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He meets her gaze, his expression wary, hers hopeful, and opens his mouth to force the distance between them to remain. Opens his mouth to pretend he misunderstands her, to order coffee - black, two sugars - but then he stops. Thinks, rapidly as he always does, calculating, extrapolating, wondering at his own reasons for doing so. And then he opens his mouth again and says simply, Yes, sounds excellent, that small cafe by the north entrance after your shift? And her smile is dazzling, and he knows he's made the right choice.

2.

He meets her eyes across the room; she's wearing a dress he's never seen before, black with sparkly straps and a twee bow in her hair and he thinks with surprise, oh, she's lovely. In the background Gavin is ogling her and even John and his latest soon-to-be ex-girlfriend and Mrs Hudson are admiring her but none of them understand the profoundness of that moment. Of Molly bravely baring a form usually kept under wraps, a gift presented and all for - him? Surely not? He glances at the bag, at the carefully wrapped gift at the top and he thinks, Yes. For me.

And he walks over to her, automatically shutting off his mobile, and he takes her hand and he leans forward and kisses her cheek (everyone is staring, staring as he does so) and he murmurs, Merry Christmas Molly Hooper and ends his years of standoffish solitude with a single smile and a second, far less innocent kiss.

3.

He meets her eyes, his sparkling with appreciation of his own wit, hers disapproving, and his smile vanishes. Chastened, he turns back to his train-obsessed informant and eventually the entire case is unravelled to his satisfaction. But he can't stop thinking about that shared look, how she'd chastened him without speaking a single word, her disapproval so obvious that even an idiot (and he's not an idiot, no matter what his brother says) could see it.

It nags at him, that look, until finally he's driven to ask John, of all people, why he had reacted to it. He normally ignores such looks or remains blithely unaware of them, and John just shrugs and says, guess you've changed a bit since you got back, not such a bad thing, and those words strike him like a blow.

He goes to her flat and asks if the ring she's been given is meant to be permanent; he's seen how loosely she wears it, why not get it sized? And she shrugs and tries to look away but he sees the truth in those warm brown eyes, and he makes a decision. Reaching out, he takes her hand; she lets him, watching quietly as he slips the ring from her finger and places it on the table where she keeps her handbag and keys, saying nothing as he keeps hold of her with one hand and reaches for her mobile with the other. Call him, he tells-asks-demands of her. Tell him it's over. Please, Molly - And lets out a soft sigh of relief when she does.

1.

He meets her gaze, although she can't see him doing so. He opens his mouth and speaks. I-I love you, he says, hesitant and unsure. Realization widens his eyes. I love you, he says a second time, wondering and almost awed at the truth in his own words. And when she repeats those words, so soft and broken-sounding, he could weep at his own ignorance. Wilful ignorance of what has been right in front of him all the time. When his sister's games are over, he vows as he stares at the remains of a smashed coffin, chest heaving with anger-guilt-terror, he'll repeat those words a third time.

And Molly will never have to question whether or not he means them.

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Pet Names

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2024, Day 4: Pet Names

“Darling?” Sherlock’s voice called from the other room.

“No,” Molly’s reply came as she walked into the bedroom, “I don’t like that one.” Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she wrinkled her nose, “Makes me think of a grandma.”

He frowned at her and steepled his hands against his chin again. “Angel?” Her face scrunched in disgust. “No, then.” He tapped his chin. “I know you alr – ”

“Sweetheart is for children…not for the woman you sleep with.” She eyed him. “I’m not budging on that one.”

He gave her an exasperated look and she laughed. “What is so wrong with calling me Molly or Molls?” she raised her hands in question.

“Everyone calls you Molly,” he stated.

“Well, it…is…my name,” she said slowing, trying not to laugh. He frowned at her.

“Am I not allowed to want to call you something that only I get to call you?” he asked. “To let everyone know that you are my love?”

She smiled and stood up, walking over to him. “Why not that?” she asked as she slid into his lap. “My love.”

He wrapped his arms around her and tested the term of endearment out for himself. “My love…my love….my love,” he finished in a whisper. “I think that will do perfectly.”

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Naked in my bed

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2024, Day 5: Interactions This is also a fill for part 6 of my Creative Writing Prompts - SOL: “I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”

Molly sighed as her call went straight to voicemail and disconnected without leaving a message. She had been at the medical conference for 2 days already and was regretting her decision to attend the last. Shoving her phone in her bag, she slipped her room key out of her back pocket to open her room. Despite missing home, she was looking forward to taking a long hot bath after having sat on two panels earlier that afternoon.

“Ahh!” Molly jumped, a hand pressed to her chest in surprise. “Sherlock!”

“Molly.” He gave her a playful smile from his spot on the bed under the sheets. “You look lovely today.”

She shook her head and dropped her things on the table. Toeing off her shoes she crawled on the bed, over the sheets, and wrapped her arms around Sherlock’s neck. “I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment,” she whispered as she buried her face in his neck.

He slid his arms around her, holding her tightly. “Did something happen during one of your panels?” he asked after several long moments of silence.

“No.” She shook her head as she looked up at him. “I just missed you.” Leaning forward she kissed him, hard. “As glad as I am that you’re here,” she said as she leaned back. “Why are you?”

“I missed my wife,” he said simply as he leaned in to pepper kisses down her neck. “We are still considered newlyweds and I had…newlywed ideas on my mind.”

“Oh, I bet you did.” Molly gave him a cheeky smile and slipped off his lap. Grabbing the bottom of her jumper she hauled it over her head. “But I head ideas of a bath this evening.” Sherlock’s smile faltered slightly. “But don’t worry, there’s plenty of room if you are looking to accompany me.”

As she finished talking, he jumped to his feet and scooped her up in his arms. “Then a bath it is!”

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“Oh great. Now I’m never going to be happy with anyone else!”

For the writing prompts

The fact that this has been in my ask box for almost a year omg the shame 😆🫣

Ok so it’s Sherlolly Appleciation Week, and my final contribution is for yesterday, Day 6’s theme of Physical Contact! I thought it would be a good opportunity to finally use this lovely prompt. Hope you enjoy what I did with it. 😉

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Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2024 Day 7 - Relationship Unconditional love

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