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“Augmented Chicago: Inaugural Realities”, Millennium Park Chicago from Claire Helen Ashley on Vimeo.

Augmented Chicago: Inaugural Realities showcases the innovative works of four internationally celebrated Chicago-based artists, Claire Ashley, Faheem Majeed, Yvette Mayorga and Carlos Rolón, pioneering the use of Augmented Reality (AR) for the first time in the vibrant setting of Millennium Park. This exhibition invites visitors to experience a groundbreaking fusion of technology and artistry, transforming the Park's landscape into a dynamic canvas of digital creativity. By highlighting AR as a new tool and medium in the world of public art, these artists explore new dimensions of interaction, engagement, and expression, offering a fresh perspective on the urban environment.

Claire Ashley with audioscape by Joshua Patterson N O M A D I C F L U O R A T I C P H Y L O S I A N S P A W N, 2024

Scottish born, Chicago-based artist Ashley mines the language of painterly abstraction, monumental sculpture, and slapstick humor to investigate inflatables as painting, sculpture, installation and performance costume. Currently a teacher at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago, her works have been exhibited nationally and internationally in galleries, museums, site-specific installations, and performances events.

In N O M A D I C F L U O R A T I C P H Y L O S I A N S P A W N, viewers encounter four apparitions, experienced here over one calendar year, responding to the shifting seasonal color palette of Millennium Park’s Lurie Gardens. • Spring: A single apparition grows. The mother form stretches and elongates, birthing its spawn, grumbling as it spits them out. • Summer: Multiple apparitions vibrate. The mother and spawn sway, float, shudder, vibrate, spin, roll, and feast, bubbling and boiling in a whirling dervish-like motion. • Fall: The apparitions slow down. The mother and spawn merge, clicking back together into a new lumpier formation. • Winter: A single apparition hibernates. It snores, snuggles, stretches, and yawns. Crystalline growths appear, beginning the regeneration process for spring.

More information about Ashley at clairehelenashley.com.

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Power and control wheel

Adapted from the PowerĪnd Control Wheel developed by Domestic Abuse Intervention Programs, Duluth, MN.ĬOMMUNITY-ACCOUNTABILITY MODEL OF MEN'S VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN, Men Stopping Violence, Decatur, GA. Adapted from the Power and Control Wheel developed by Domestic Abuse Intervention Programs, Duluth, MN.ĬHILDREN COPING WITH FAMILY VIOLENCE WHEEL ( English and Español), developed by Domestic Abuse Intervention Programs, Duluth, MN.ĪCCOUNTABILITY WHEEL ( English and Españ ol ), Mike Jackson andĭavid Garvin, Domestic Violence Institute of Adapted from the Power and ControlĬHARGING POWER AND CONTROL WHEEL, Wynn Consulting, 2007. Copyright © 2005 Alaska Network on Domestic Violence & Sexual Assault.īULLYING POWER & CONTROL WHEEL, Kayte Anton, YWCA Crisis Center, Enid, OK. Bland, Alaska Network on Domestic Violence & Sexual Assault, Juneau, AK. Adapted from the Power and Control Wheel developed by Domestic Abuse Intervention Programs, Duluth, MN.ĪLCOHOL AND OTHER DRUG USE ( Español), Patricia J. Adapted from the Power and Controlīy Domestic Abuse Intervention Programs, Duluth, MN.ĪDVOCACY WHEEL ~ ARABIC, translated by Layali Eshqaidef and Mona Farroukh, Arab Community Center for Economic and Social Services. Copyright © January 2002 Asian & Pacific Islander on Domestic Violence.ĮMPOWERMENT WHEEL, Missouri Coalition Against Domestic and Sexual Violence, Jefferson City, MO. See Development of Abuse Later in Life Wheel.ĪBUSE OF CHILDREN, Domestic Abuse Intervention Programs, Duluth, MN.ĪBUSES ENDURED BY A WOMAN DURING HER LIFE CYCLE, Asian & Pacific Islander Institute on Domestic Violence, San Francisco, CA. Based on the Power and Control Wheel developed by Domestic Abuse Intervention Programs, Duluth, MN. Thank you!ĪBUSE IN LATER LIFE WHEEL, National Clearinghouse on Abuse in Later Life, End Domestic Abuse Wisconsin, 2006. If you have a new wheel or an existing wheel translated into another language and would like for it to be posted on this site, please submit it to the National Center on Domestic and Sexual Violence. For permission to reprint those wheels, contact the organization copyrighting the wheel. Most of the wheels are NOT copyrighted and MAY be used in public education efforts as long as they are presented EXACTLY as they are posted on this site, with the appropriate credits. The majority of other wheels were adapted from the original DAIP model, unless otherwise specified. Video of Ellen Pence, co-creator of the Power and Control Wheel model, describing how it was created. The original Power and Control Wheel and Equality Wheel were developed by Domestic Abuse Intervention Programs in Duluth, MN.įAQs about the Wheels answers commonly-asked questions about the Power and Control model. “Wheels” Adapted from the Power and Control Wheel Model *Although this Power & Control Wheel uses female pronouns (she/her) for the victim, and assumes a male perpetrator, abuse can happen to people of any gender in any type of relationship.A/ B/ C/ D/ E/ F/ G/ H/ I/ J/ K/ L/ M/ N/ O/ P/ Q/ R/ S/ T/ U/ V/ W/ X/ Y/ Z Power and Control Wheel Copyright by the Domestic Abuse Intervention Project : 202 East Superior Street, Duluth, MN, 55802 For the Power & Control Wheel in other languages and variations, visit *Although this Power & Control Wheel uses female pronouns (she/her) for the victim, and assumes a male perpetrator, abuse can happen to people of any gender in any type of relationship. Often, the physical and sexual abuse acts reinforce the regular use of the other, more subtle methods, and may not even be needed or used in an abusive relationship. The inside wedges of the wheel include the subtle and ongoing behaviors of perpetrators while the outer black ring represents physical and sexual abuse, which are more forceful and overt. The Power and Control Wheel is a visual representation of abuse tactics. The Power & Control Wheel can be helpful in understanding patterns of abuse in a relationship, though not every relationship that is unhealthy or abusive may fit this model.

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Shady Bussines

What do you mean it’s the 27th and I should have posted this a day earlier for the TMA5 Countdown? Sorry, I can’t hear you over the sound of recovering my senses from a senseless previous day. Anyway. This is the second day of TMA5 Countdown wow!! The fears were The Corruption and The Buried and because I love that coffin with all my heart I decided to bring it back for another round. No, this one is not corrected either and no, I’m not sorry. I hate rereading my works. It happens. Hope y’all gonna enjoy it though!!

Fears: The Corruption; The Buried brieeef mentions of The Eye

Content Warnings: Death, Paranoia, some mentions of Insects

Rating: Teen and Up Audience

Characters: Jon  “Tired of your shit before you even started talking” Sims, Martin “What even is going on” Blackwood, Jane Prentiss, some mentions of Tim “Love of my life” Stoker and Sasha “WHY WON’T YOU LET ME LOVE YOU” James; also some OCs and one of them appeared in Day 1 too!

Setting: Season 1!! a little after episode 22, with Martin’s time spent in self isolation (hah.)

Word Count: ~3670

~~~                                            Shady Bussines

Jon stepped into his office, viewing the piles of unread, unordered statements, and felt another headache forming. He was having none of the former Archivist's shit, not after last night.

There was little light in his office, and he turned off almost all the ones that were still on. The buzzing of the light bulbs was annoying what was left of Jon's sanity, and he wanted to be in the best of his mental capacity when he read a statement he has prepared, one that seemed to be related to Case #9982211.

He slowly dragged himself to his office anyway, putting on his reading glasses that were hung around his neck and tightening his tie. This was his job, and he didn't want to be fired after barely a month of being the Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute because of a pretty bad hangover.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he opened a drawer, the only fucking thing in order in this room, and got a tape recorder out. He sighed, thinking with half a mind to call Martin and ask him for a cup of tea and a Paracetamol. Hah. Good joke, Jon. Not after last night.

He took a deep breath, slowly picked up a lint from his skirt and cleared his throat. Maybe he could burry himself in statements until his headache goes away, and forget everything he has said to Tim last night. Yeah. That sounds like a good plan.

"Statement of Horace Dwayne regarding his experience with a strange coffin, Archway, London. Original statement given October 17th, 2013. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement beginns.

I knew my fiancé's job was not one of the legal kind. There was simply no way a person with no college education can make enough money as to afford as moving in together in our apartment, barely five months after we got engaged. Yet, I never mentioned it, and I think they were grateful because of that.

We first met a few years ago, on a dating app for LGBTQ+ people. It was a casual thing, we just hit each other up when we needed company, and never talked about anything in particular. Until one day, they asked me if I lived in Manchester and I said that yes, I did. They came to my place a few hours after that, rain soaked and bleeding from a wound on their torso.

That was the first time I met Morgan Doe in person, and it was me, clumsily stitching up something that looked like a kinfe wound on their side. I asked for some details, but Mo didn't tell me anything. They just thanked me for taking care of them because they couldn't go to the hospital. I remember ranting about how they should take better care of themselves, and how Mo looked at me in the eye before bending to kiss me. Or maybe I was the one bending. In that moment, though, it didn't matter: we were kissing, and after I started ignoring the wetness of their lips and how they hissed when I climbed on top of them, it was actually really good.

Mo asked me to be their boyfriend a month after that, and I said yes. We moved in my crappy, ranted apartment in Manchester, and lived there for almost a year before I asked them to marry me. I knew that we couldn't get married right away; I was between jobs at the moment, and even though I still wasn't sure what Mo actually did for a living, I knew that they will not be able to afford a wedding in a matter of months

Or that was what I thought then. One day, when I got home from a failed job interview, I found Mo in the kitchen, happily mumbling the lyrics of some song that was playing on the radio. I asked them what got them so cheery, and they just turned to face me and started dangling a set of keys in front of my eyes. Mo kissed me, and said that they managed finally get us a place for our own.

I knew that something was wrong then. I knew that something was painfully, terribly wrong, from how fast they managed to find us a place right after we got engaged, to the glint in their eyes, that mischievious glint, when they shared the news. I tried getting the information out of them, how did they actually manage to find us a place so fast, but Mo just shooshed me and said that I shouldn't worry, because they were going to give me the wedding of my dreams, and the life that I deserve.

A month after that, we were already settled in Archway, London. Apparently the apartment has been pretty cheap because of the loud neighbours, especially a woman who claimes to hear wasps in the attic. The first night we got there, I saw her in the garden of the apartment building, staring at the basement door. Her eyes were bloodshot red and she looked ill. When she turned her face straight towards me, I was too surprised to turn away. I think she smiled, but I don't remember her lifting the corners of her mouth. It felt like she was smiling, though.

I had a job now, in a shopping centre, selling vegetables. It wasn't much, but somehow we never dealt with money problems in our house. It seemed like the money never ended, in fact, and Mo told me more than once that I shouldn't be concerned about that. And I tried very hard to not be, but in the darkest of nights I still remembered that gilnt in their eyes when they showed me the key.

It was an usual evening when the coffin came. I was having my tea and reading a book that has made its appearence in my house, ignoring the weird noises the woman from upstairs, Jane something, made. There was a knock on the door, and I hoped it wasn't that creepy woman asking for some flour. I really wouldn't like to know what she did with it.

But it wasn't Jane. The two men sitting in my doorway were so tall I had to crack my neck to see their faces, obscured by some big caps. They spoke in some sort of accents, probably russian, and said they were from a delivery serivce and they had a package for Morgan Doe. Mo was not home at the moment, and chills were creeping up my back when one of them extended a clipboard for me to sign. I told them that Mo is my fiancé and that they're not home yet. The two men looked at each other, and one of them shrugged. I signed the papers and the two placed the big box in my kitchen, the first room of the apartment, and left without a word. I only assumed that the package was already paid.

I didn't know what it was, but if Mo has ordered something for the house they would have told me. I thought that maybe it was something for work, and that thought made me feel unwell. I called Mo, but they didn't pick up. I only thought they were busy, and I eyed the big box suspiciously. I went back in the living room for my tea, and I got back to the kitchen with it. It couldn't be something from work, I thought, work doesn't deliver such big packages. So I opened the box.

The shock I felt when I saw the wooden box inside, the coffin inside, made me take a step back and stumble into the table, spilling the tea. It was a coffin, an adult sized coffin, and a pretty new one from appearence. Well, except for the words "DO NOT OPEN" scribbled in the wood. That was not the strangest thing, though, but the fact that it was chained up so heavily it seemed to hold a living person, not a wooden box.

I called Mo again. And again. I was so panicked I could barely breath, and they were not picking up. I couldn't afford to leave the room or lose sight of the coffin, who did not move, speak or gave any sort of clue about its origin or its content. I noticed the key attached to the chain, and that image made me laugh. There was a coffin in my kitchen, a chained up coffin, with a key! I was going crazy.

It was almost midnight when I felt like I couldn't stay awake any longer. I took the key and placed it in my back pocket, careful not to touch the wood or the chain too much. If it was a cursed object, I didn't want to be in more contact with it than I already was. Mo still hasn't came back; they do that sometimes, leave overnight, but they always give me a heads up at least a week before. Of course the only time they left without telling me was the same night that a strange coffin, probably with a very weird thing inside, made its way to our home.

I dreamt of bugs slowly crawling their way on my skin, through my ear and inside my brain, bitting and pinching it as if it was a sponge, whispering about the hive, its importance, its puropose. It was a very unusual dream for me, but when I woke up and found out that I wasn't in my bed anymore was even stranger. I was in the kitchen, in front of the coffin, with the key in my hand. The key from my work pants, which are in the drawer.

I never sleepwalked before, and to think that out of nowhere I was not only sleepwalking, but dreaming of bugs and searhing for things in my asleep state was impossible to understand. It was the middle of the night and I took out my phone to send Mo another message, begging them to come home. I don't know how I fell asleep afterwards, but I know that the key was on the nightstand where I put it before going to bed.

Mo came back that morning, and I found them in the kitchen, their back turned to me. They were staring at the coffin, and I slowly made my way towards them, anger and relief that they were okay starting up in my stomach. But they didn't turn towards me, not as I slammed the door on my way inside. They jusy sat there, and stared. It took me only a moment to realize they were crying, and Mo has never cried as long as I know.

They turned towards me, their cheeks stained with tears, and hugged me. There was no word shared between us as we sat there, in front of the coffin, Mo crying softly on my shoulder. I think I understood them better in that morning then I did in the entire time I knew them.

Our lives for the next few days has been like that: staring at the coffin for sometimes hours on end, waiting for it to make a move, and then quietly chatting about what we did that day. We have got used to it, too. Mo placed it in our storage closet that we never even used, and it fit perfectly. Both of us tried to ignore the little tapping from inside when he touched it. I think we both convinced ourselved it was just in our imagination.

When the first rain came, it was during the nighttime. I'm a very heavy sleeper so I usually don't awake unless somebody hits me with something, but the noise from that night woke me up. Mo's side of the bed was empty, and the bedside table's drawer was open, with the key for the coffin missing. My heart skipped a beat, and I ran for the kitchen, bursting through the door.

There was a moaning coming from the storage closet, and the door was opened. As I scrambeled for the light bulb, I realized that the moaning was almost musical. When I turned the lights on, the moaning hasn't stopped, but grew even louder. The door to the wooden casket was open, the light glinting off the chains mockingly.

I took a deep breath, and started screaming for Mo. I didn't dare leave the kitchen, not with the casket open, not when I didn't know where my partner was and if they got in there. I realized they must've been the one who opened it. They might have had went there every night, and this time, with that awful moaning, was too much for them. They gave up.

I'm not sure when I fell to the ground, a mass of sobs and pained screams, covering my ears to stop the sound of moaning, but I know when a knock came at my door. I couldn't move, couldn't leave, and the person must have been so impatient they just bursted through the door. It was the two delivery man, accompanied by a guy with a very common face. I couldn't catch the man's name, too caught in the two delivery men as they closed the casket and chained it up again. The jackets they were wearing had the words "Breckon and Hope Delivery" written on the back.

The moaning only grew louder as they placed the coffin on a trolley to take it down the stairs easier. I barely managed to get on my feet and catch the other man's rain-soaked coat by the fringes of the sleeve.

"Why did you do that to them? How has Mo wronged you?" I asked, and I was not feeling angry, or empty, but rotten. As if my insides have been eaten by insects slowly and only now I can percieve the damage.

"Oh, child. They didn't do anything to me. All that happened was their own fault, their own making." at this the man stopped, gently extracted his hand from my grip, and looked around the apartment. "Nice place you've got here. I'm certain it was worth it."

I moved out the next week, when I started hearing weird insect noises. I never managed to get the door fixed, not that it mattered. The whole building burned up a few days after my departure, and I couldn't help but feel this was the perfect ending."

Jon paused for a few seconds there, thoughts flying around in his head, never focusing on just one. There was so much information here, so many points to connect. It felt like a conclussion was coming, and Jon hated that he wasn't able to see it fully because of his stupid, throbbing headache.

"Statement ends." he said, an afterthought. "Well, this is not only connected to Case #9982211, but may also be related to Case #0161203, the one of Martin's from almost a week ago. If that is true and the Jane who lives in Archway in this case is the same as the one that locked Martin in his apartment then... that would be very interesting, indeed. I should ask Sasha to make more research regarding this case. I... Recording ends."

Pressing the red button to stop the recording, Jon started scrubbing at his eyes before letting out a heavy sigh. It felt like he was caught in a web, all of these statemenets connected one way or another, with him caught right in the middle of it all and yet unable to see where they started and with whom they ended. He got up on unsteady feet and caught the edge of his desk in order to not lose balance. God. He would make his own fucking tea and get his own fucking Paracetamol-

The door to his office opened, and Martin came stumbling in. He was wiping sleep away from his eyes and masking a yawn at the same time with the back of his hand. He was also wearing one of Jon's baggy sweaters he has left in the room of the Archives Martin occupies now. The recorder turned itself on, unoticed by either of the man looking at each other.

"Oh, Gosh, Jon. God. What are you even doing here? It's not even 7 a.m. yet."

Jon didn't even try to mask the scowl on his face when he gave his snappy reply. "Some of us get to work on time, Martin."

Martin stopped wipping at his eyes, his glasses now slightly askew. Jon looked behind him and turned his hand into a fist. Why was he like this?

"Still, the Archives don't open for at least another half an hour. Jesus, Jon, I'm still in my pajamas."

"I can see that." Jon replyed, meaning to be bitter and mean, and hating the softness that managed to slip into his tone. He scowled harder in return when Martin looked down at himself and jumped.

"Ahm... I... my clothes. Are at cleaning. All of them. And you forgot this and I... meant... to give it back to you... not now I mean! But I didn't have anything else to wear and..."

"Martin. Stop making a fool of yourself. It's fine that... that sweater has a hole in it anyway."

"I sewed it." Martin said, matter of factly, his face still red and expression flustered.

"You did?" Jon asked, more surprised than anything, and when Martin started biting his lip Jon looked back at that spot above his head, that was now becoming his favourite part of the Archives.

"Yeah... It was nothing anyway and I didn't want to return it with the hole in it. Not that! Not that I am.. wearing it often or something."

"I said it's fine. The blue fits you better than it ever fitted me, anyway."

Martin looked at him in the eyes, something strong and fierce in his look, and Jon didn't turn his head this time. Neither of them said anything for a while, but then somebody coughed in the doorway and both of them jumped, the moment having vanished.

"Did we intrerrupt something?" said Sasha, sidestepping Martin and leaving some papers on Jon's desk. Tim, who was behind her, remained next to Martin and sent a big grin in Jon's direction. The scowl came back to the archivist’s features.

"No, nothing, what? Of course not. I was just... Jon, why are you holding onto the edge of the desk so tightly?"

Jon looked down at his hands and saw that they were white with effort. He stopped clenching them, and immediately started feeling dizzy once again. Sasha caught him before he could fall backwards, with an arm around his middle.

"Easy there, Jon. Are you okay?"

"Just.. feeling a little ill." Jon said, and Tim let out a bark of laughter that he quickly covered with a caugh.

"Godness, this is just awful, isn't it, Martin?" Tim said, making a show of his words and softly touching his heart with one hand. "I'm certain one of your famous teas would make him all better, don’t you think?"

Before Jon could give a snappy reply, Martin jumped slightly again, as if Tim's words just activated all of his "taking-care-of-people-via-tea" senses. He nodded eagerly and looked over to Jon, who was too tired to scowl in full force anymore.

"And a Paracetamol." Martin agreed, before leaving the office.

"He hasn't even asked me if I want some tea..." Sasha asked, more confused than offended. "What did you do to him during that staring contest, Jon?"

"What?" barked Jon, extracting himself from Sasha's hold and throwing himself on his desk chair. "I didn't do anything to him, thank you very much."

"Oh but there are so many things you'd like to do." Tim said, and anger started bubbling up in Jon's throat as he turned his eyes towards him. "You drank so much last night you can barely hold yourself up now, boss?" he asked, innocently.

"Tim, for the love of everything good on this planet, stop. This is all your fault."

"What is?" Sasha asked, confused.

"Your big crush on Martin is my fault, or the fact that you got so drunk you told me all about it is?" teased Tim, and Jon wanted to get off his chair and throw himself towards him, but didn’t.

"WHAT?" shouted Sasha, and both Jon and Tim shooshed her.

"I don't have... a crush on Martin. I just think that he's a good person, and a good person can't work in this place of horror stories and insufferable people. That would be you, Tim."

Tim laughed. "Copy that, boss. But I'm sure that if you just told him he would.."

"No. And that's final. I don't want to engage in a romantic relationship with anyone, especially not my assistants, especially when there's so much work to do here. I think I just found some important information in Prentiss' case."

"Jon... likes Martin..." mumbled Sasha, probably talking to herself. "You idiot!" she exclaimed, turning towards Jon. "He likes you too! Hell, he almost broke his legs running to make you tea. And wasn't that your sweater he was wearing, the one you lost some time ago, "my favourite article of clothing" or whatever?"

"It totally was." said Tim, ever the helpful.

"So do something about that, Jon! What are you waiting for?"

"For the two of you to get off my office and do some actual work. Leave, now."

Sasha sighed and Tim stuck out his tongue at him, telling him something about how we only have one life and we should make the most of it. As Jon drank the too-good tea Martin has made for him, he admitted to himself that Tim was right and that he really should do something about that. The more persistant thought, though, was the fact that he was never going out drinking with Tim, ever again. He did not see, nor hear when the tape record clicked itself shut back.

[watch-the-magpies]

Alphabet Prompts # 1

A - Azrael, the angel of death, take the subway on a Mondays picking dried blood from out beneath his black varnished fingernails.

B - Blood sacrifices are best saved for rainy days. It's hot under those robes.

C - Cold hands. Cold eyes. Cold steel kissing your throat.

D - Darkness draws in this time of the year as the hours of daylight shorten. Fortunate are those who live long enough to it draw out again.

E - Evil doesn't always wear black and laugh manically. Sometimes it's wears bows and pigtails and has a mother who should be named Karen.

F - Forests grow quicker than you'd expect. Sometimes they swallow houses overnight.

G - "Grim reapers really do get a bad rap," said the woman at the bar, a scythe tattoo running from jaw to collarbone. You hadn't asked.

H - Howling in the night is to be expected when you live next door to a mental institution. When it comes from down the hall is when you should really worry.

I - Ink words grow up your arms like weeds overnight. You almost recognise them.

J - Just ignore it. Seriously. Don't look.

K - Knights in shining armour just aren't as fun as the dragons they're looking to defeat.

L - Long and winding country lanes after dark can be confusing for even the most experienced traveller.

M - Magic has a cost. Always.

N - Night and day and night again. Days flashed like seconds.

O - Ominous laughter boomed across the moors like a dropped spoon at 3am.

P - Poltergeists were the least of our problems.

Q - Questions. Questions. Questions. And still not a single answer.

R - Righteous anger and wrath are separated by a line thinner than spider silk.

S - Silence falling where it should not be is not, on its own, is terrifying. The true horror is what breaks it.

T - "Trust is a word that rings with falsehood."

U - Unknowing things is a painful process.

V - Vampires can hold grudges for a very long time.

W - Warlocks favour staffs. Witches favour wands. Mages couldn't care less as long as it can be used to make things explode.

Y - "Youth, perhaps one of the most valuable commodities of all. But, everything is available for a price."

Z - Zombie racing became a surprisingly popular sport at the end of the world for those with the balls to do it.

[pub-lius]

Learn the Alphabet with Alexander Hamilton

heyo so uh i just finished all the notes for my George Washington post, so in the meantime, have this <3 (not all these quotes were actually said by him, and i think its obvious which ones those are lol. if you can find something he said that starts with x ill kiss you /j)

A: “A garden, you know, is a very usual refuge of a disappointed politician.” -Letter to Charles Cotesworth Pinckney, December 29, 1802

B: “...Burr has never appeared solicitous for fame, and that great Ambition unchecked by principle, or the love of Glory, is an unruly Tyrant which never can keep long in a course which good men will approve.” -Letter to James Bayard, January 16, 1801

C: “Common interest may always be reckoned upon as the surest bond of sympathy.” -Federalist No. 35, January 5, 1788

D: “...destruction of life and property incident to war,... will compel nations the most attached to liberty to resort for repose and security to institutions which have a tendency to destroy their civil and political rights.” -Federalist No. 8, November 20, 1787

E: “Experience is the oracle of truth; and where its responses are unequivocal, they ought to be conclusive and sacred.” -Federalist No. 20, December 12, 1787

F: “Folly makes me ashamed and beg youll conceal it, yet Neddy we have seen such Schemes successful when the Projector is Constant. I shall Conclude saying I wish there was a War.” -Letter to Edward Stevens, November 11, 1769

G: “Give therefore to the first class [rich and well born] a distinct, permanent share in the government. They will check the unsteadiness of the second, and as they cannot receive any advantage by a change, they therefore will ever maintain good government.” -Farrand’s Records of the Federal Convention of 1787, June 19, 1787

H: “Heresies in either [religion or politics] can rarely be cured by persecution.” -Federalist No.1, October 27, 1787

I: “I lose all taste for the pursuits of ambition, I sigh for nothing but the company of my wife and my baby. The ties of duty alone or imagined duty keep me from renouncing public life altogether.” -Letter to Richard Kidder Meade, March 1782

J: “Justice is the end of government. It is the end of civil society. It ever has been, and ever will be, pursued, until it be obtained, or until liberty be lost in the pursuit.” -Federalist No. 51, February 6, 1788

K: “[Know that] if a meme is dank, a man is not only right to steal it, he is obligated to do so.” -Statement on the impending duel with Aaron Burr, written June 28-July 10, 1804

L: “Lastly, I shall hazard much, and can possibly gain nothing by the issue of the interview. But it was, as I conceive, impossible for me to avoid it. There were intrinsick difficulties in the thing, and artificial embarrassments, from the manner of proceeding on the part of Col Burr.” -Actual statement on the impending duel, June 28-July 10, 1804

M: “Man is very much a creature of habit. A thing that rarely strikes his senses will generally have but little influence upon his mind.” Federalist No. 27, December 25, 1787

N: “Nothing has given me so much chagrin as the Intelligence that the Federal party were thinking seriously of supporting Mr. Burr for president. I should consider the execution of the plan as devoting the country and signing their own death warrant.” -Letter to James McHenry, January 4, 1801

O: “One great error is that we suppose mankind more honest than they are.” -Constitution Convention, June 22, 1787

P: “...power over a man’s subsistence amounts to a power over his will.” -Federalist No. 79, May 28, 1788

Q: “Ququququqquuuquququuqu” -the sound he made when he got shot probably

R: “...Russians would make the best troops in the world, if they were under other officers than their own.” -Letter to John Jay, March 14, 1779

S: “Sometime last fall when I spoke to your Excellency about going to the Southward, I explained to you candidly my feelings with respect to military reputation, and how much it was my object to act a conspicuous part in some enterprise that might perhaps raise my character as a solider above mediocrity...” -Letter to George Washington, November 22, 1780

T: “The weak side of a republican government is the danger of foreign influence.” -Debate at the Constitutional Convention, June 18, 1787

U: “Under every form of government, rulers are only trustees for the happiness and interest of their nation, and cannot, consistently with their trust, follow the suggestions of kindness or humanity towards others, to the prejudice of their constituents.” -Notation in the margin of Gazette of the United States, July 10, 1793

V: “Vigor of government is essential to the security of liberty...” -Federalist No. 1, October 27, 1787

W: “Why has government been instituated at all? Because the passions of men will not conform to the dictates of reason and justice, without constraint.” -Federalist No. 15, December 1, 1787

X: “xoxo gossip girl” -Signature at the end of the Federalist Papers

Y: “You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affection without my consent.” -Letter to John Laurens, April 1779

Z: “Zzzzzzzzz” -him snoring in Maria Reynolds’ bed

[izzymalec]

favourite episodes: season 3 episode 1: On Infernal Ground

They’re both part of you, kid. The light and the dark.

[mia-japanese-korean]

Shell-matching game, Unknown Japanese, 19th century, Minneapolis Institute of Art: Japanese and Korean Art

43 pairs of painted white shells; (a-b): two men face to face behind small green slope; (c-d): green hill at L, water body at R, and blue and red flowers between; (e-f): male figure in white and red clothing, seated inside building and addressing two men outside beyond verandah; (g-h): rolled scroll with red cover at L, wooden stand at C, and semi-unrolled scroll LR; (i-j): two men sitting on ground; man at L in red, facing man in dark green at R; (k-l): two men sitting on ground out of doors; man at L in red is seated near a green hill; man at R is kneeling in front of a building wall; (m-n): green slope with white flowers growing at L, red flowers leaning at R; (o-p): green slope at L, with black lacquered container (?) with gold moon and grasses at R; round object near C; red plaid cloth at UR; (q-r): man at L in red seated on ground behind brown grasses; man in blue looks on at UR; (s-t): hatchet on log at C, against green band; red plaid cloth at UR; (u-v): green slope with several white flowers at L, and large spray of red flowers at R; (w-x): green hill with small bunch of red flowers at L; larger spray of blue flowers at R; (y-z) two birds perched on hill between two branches of white flowering tree; grasses overlapping a strip of red horizon in background; (aa-bb): black hat on grassy slope at L; black cap with tail at R; red plaid cloth at UR; (cc-dd): female figure seated in profile on verandah at R; two figures facing each other on either side of low wall at L; (ee-ff): cluster of brown grasses at L; water at R; spray of blue and red flowers on top; (gg-hh): green slope lined with red flowers at L, white flowers with red centers at R; (ii-jj): green hill with large spray of off-white and red flowers on R slope; red blanket at UR; (kk-ll): two tiger-striped pouches with blue, black, and red decoration; red tassels and ties; (mm-nn): orange tiger lilies on L side of grassy knoll; arching silver lines in background; leaning spray of red and silver flowers that resemble fans at R; (oo-pp): man in red on v These hand-painted seashells are parts of the popular game known as kai-awase, or the “shell-matching game.” Pairs of shells are decorated on their insides with the same scene from the Tale of Genji As in Memory and other matching games, the point was to try to match shells with similar scenes. Players could enjoy the fun of the game itself, and were also entertained by the images that reminded them of the Tale’s twists and turns or of a famous poem recited by one of the characters. Size: 1 × 3 1/4 × 2 1/2 in. (2.54 × 8.26 × 6.35 cm) (each shell, approx.) Medium: Gold, color, and shell white pigment on paper on oyster shells

https://collections.artsmia.org/art/122496/

[claireashley]

“Augmented Chicago: Inaugural Realities”, Millennium Park Chicago from Claire Helen Ashley on Vimeo.

Augmented Chicago: Inaugural Realities showcases the innovative works of four internationally celebrated Chicago-based artists, Claire Ashley, Faheem Majeed, Yvette Mayorga and Carlos Rolón, pioneering the use of Augmented Reality (AR) for the first time in the vibrant setting of Millennium Park. This exhibition invites visitors to experience a groundbreaking fusion of technology and artistry, transforming the Park's landscape into a dynamic canvas of digital creativity. By highlighting AR as a new tool and medium in the world of public art, these artists explore new dimensions of interaction, engagement, and expression, offering a fresh perspective on the urban environment.

Claire Ashley with audioscape by Joshua Patterson N O M A D I C F L U O R A T I C P H Y L O S I A N S P A W N, 2024

Scottish born, Chicago-based artist Ashley mines the language of painterly abstraction, monumental sculpture, and slapstick humor to investigate inflatables as painting, sculpture, installation and performance costume. Currently a teacher at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago, her works have been exhibited nationally and internationally in galleries, museums, site-specific installations, and performances events.

In N O M A D I C F L U O R A T I C P H Y L O S I A N S P A W N, viewers encounter four apparitions, experienced here over one calendar year, responding to the shifting seasonal color palette of Millennium Park’s Lurie Gardens. • Spring: A single apparition grows. The mother form stretches and elongates, birthing its spawn, grumbling as it spits them out. • Summer: Multiple apparitions vibrate. The mother and spawn sway, float, shudder, vibrate, spin, roll, and feast, bubbling and boiling in a whirling dervish-like motion. • Fall: The apparitions slow down. The mother and spawn merge, clicking back together into a new lumpier formation. • Winter: A single apparition hibernates. It snores, snuggles, stretches, and yawns. Crystalline growths appear, beginning the regeneration process for spring.

More information about Ashley at clairehelenashley.com.

[gwendolynlerman]

Languages of the world

Standard Moroccan Tamazight (ⵜⴰⵎⴰⵣⵉⵖⵜ/Tamaziɣt)

Basic facts

Number of native speakers: 4.7 million

Official language: Morocco

Language of diaspora: France

Script: Neo-Tifinagh, 33 letters/Latin, 35 letters

Grammatical cases: 0

Linguistic typology: fusional, VSO

Language family: Afro-Asiatic, Amazigh, Kabyle-Atlas Amazigh, Atlas Amazigh, Central Moroccan Amazigh

Number of dialects: 3

History

1994 - beginning of the teaching of Amazigh languages in Morocco

2001 - creation of the Royal Institute of Amazigh Culture

2003 - Neo-Tifinagh becomes the official script for Tamazight

Writing system and pronunciation

These are the letters that make up the Neo-Tifinagh script: ⴰ ⴱ ⴳ ⴳⵯ ⴷ ⴹ ⴻ ⴼ ⴽ ⴽⵯ ⵀ ⵃ ⵄ ⵅ ⵇ ⵉ ⵊ ⵍ ⵎ ⵏ ⵓ ⵔ ⵕ ⵖ ⵙ ⵚ ⵛ ⵜ ⵟ ⵡ ⵢ ⵣ ⵥ.

These are the letters that make up the Latin alphabet: a b c č d ḍ e ɛ f g ǧ ɣ h ḥ i j k l m n o q r ř ṛ s ṣ t ṭ u w x y z ẓ.

The only official script is Neo-Tifinagh, but the Latin and Arabic ones are also widely used.

Stress falls on the last vowel in a word.

Grammar

Nouns have two genders (masculine and feminine), two numbers (singular and plural), and no cases. They can also be put into two states depending on whether they indicate possession, free or construct.

Pronouns appear in three forms: an independent form used as the subject, a possessive suffix, and an object form affixed to the verb. Prepositions may also take pronominal suffixes.

Verbs are conjugated for tense, mood (horatory, imperative, and normal), gender, number, and person. Subject markers are circumfixed to the verb.

Dialects

Standard Moroccan Tamazight was created by combining Shilha, Central Atlas Tamazight, and Riffian. The differences between them are mainly phonological and lexical.

All Shilha varieties are mutually intelligible. Central Atlas Tamazight dialects can be further subdivided into those spoken in the Middle Atlas mountains, those of the High Atlas mountains, and those spoken in Jbel Saghro. Riffian includes West-Riffian, Central-Riffian, and East-Riffian.

[greensaplinggrace]

a list of alternate universes & story ideas, if you’re short on writing inspiration or stuck in a writer’s block. 

these are mostly gathered from AO3, but some I came up with. If anybody wants me to add anything, feel free to make a comment or dm me. honestly, this is mostly for my own benefit lol

A

Always a Different Sex

Angels & Demons

Arranged Marriages

Apocalypse

Assassins & Hitmen

Actors

Avatar & Bending Setting

Aliens

Animals

Artists

Army

Architects

Age Changes

Angels

Afterlife

Ancient Rome

Art School

Alien Invasion

All Female

Amusement Park

B

BDSM

Bakery

Boarding School

Bounty Hunters

Bar/Pub

Bed & Breakfast

Bookstore

Ballet

Bodyguard

Babysitters

Babies

Baseball

Bikers

Birds

Bands

Beach

Boxing

Boy Band

C

Cats

Car Racing

Canon Divergence

CEOs & Businesses

College/University

Coffee Shops & Cafes

Canon

Crack

Creatures & Monsters

Childhood Friends

Celebrity

Criminals

Circus

Children

Cyberpunk

Character Swap

Chefs

Cthulu Mythos Fusion

Cults

Corporate

D

Different First Meeting

Dark

Dystopia

Daemons

Domestic

Dragons

Detectives

Dance

Diners

Different Powers

Daycare

Demon Hunters

Dinosaurs

Dungeons & Dragons

E

Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies

Escorts

Elementary School

Earth

Evil

Edwardian

Elf

Elizabethan Era

F

Fantasy

Fusion

Future

Fairy Tale

Flower Shop

Fashion & Models

Fae

Farm/Ranch

Federal Agents

Flight Attendants

Fraternity

Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor

Firefighters

Family

Foster Family

Food Service

Frontier

Football

Fans & Fandom

Fast & Furious Fusion

G

Gender Changes

Gods & Goddesses

Gangsters

Ghosts

Ghost Hunters

Gang World

Guardian Angels

Genie/Djinn

Ghost Hunters

Grocery Store

Gladiators

Greasers

H

High School

Human

Historical

Hell

Heaven

Hipsters

Hunters

Hogwarts

Harry Potter Setting

Hospital

Hunger Games Setting

Horror

Hockey

Hollywood

Harem

Homeless

Hackers

I

Idols

Industrial Revolution

Inanimate Objects

Information Technology

Ice Skating

J

Journalism

Jungle

Jurassic Park Fusion

K

Kids

Kindergarten & Pre-School

Kingdoms

L

Library

Lawyers

Law Enforcement

Lifeguards

Laboratory

M

Modern Setting

Magic

Medieval

Mechanics

Modern with Magic

Middle School

Mob

Modern: No Powers

Magical Realism

Merpeople

Mythology

Military

Muggle

Marching Band

Music

Modern: Still Have Powers

Mutants

Mental Institutions

Monster Hunter

Monsters

N

No Powers

Non-Famous

Neighbors

Non-Magical

Normal Life

Noir

Navy

Never Met

Ninjas

No Zombie Apocalypse

Normal High School

O

Office

Olympics

Online Dating

Orchestra

Orphanage

Ordinary People

Old People

P

Pirate

Police

Post-Canon

Prostitution

Post-Apocalypse

Past Lives

Paris

Pet Store

Pianist

Pizza Place

Prison

Pre-Canon

Parents

Porn

Politics

Photographer

Professors

Police & Yakuza

Popstar

Priests

Psychics/Psionics

Purgatory

Punk

Q

Quest

R

Royalty

Reincarnation

Roommates/Housemates

Rock Band

Role Reversal

Regency

Robots & Androids

Restaurant

Road Trip

Real World

Retail

Reality Show

Romantic Comedy

Radio

Religious

Renaissance

Roller Derby

Roller Skating

Rugby

S

Soulmates

Supernatural Elements

Superheroes/Superpowers

Science Fiction

Space

School

Scientists

Sex Shop

Shipwrecked

Showbusiness

Skating

Small Town

Sports

Spirits

Spies & Secret Agents

Stripper/Exotic Dancer

Student/Teacher

Serial Killers

Still Have Powers

Supernatural Hunters

Surfers

Swimming

Shapeshifters

Steampunk

Sentinels & Guides

Sugar Daddy

T

Time Travel

Teenagers

Teachers

Tattoo Parlor

Twins

Theatre

Thieves

Trans

Tattoos

Tennis

Titanic Fusion

Tomb Raider

U

Urban Fantasy

Utopia

V

Vampire

Victorian

Vikings

Vampire Slayer

Video Game World

Veterinarians

Vegas

W

Werewolf

Western

Witchcraft

Wings

War

Writing & Publishing

Werecreatures

Wolves

Wizards

Wedding Planner

Wrestling

X

X-Men Fusion

Y

Yakuza

Yoga

Young

Z

Zombie Apocalypse

Zombies

Zootopia Fusion

[theodore-salazar1]

[ CARLOS MIRANDA, THIRTY FOUR, CIS-MALE ]. who is that walking through lennox? oh, it’s just [ THEO SALAZAR ]. [ HE/HIM ] is originally from [ LOS ANGELES, CA ] and they’re apparently a [ DHAMPIR ]. did you hear they’ve lived here for [ 3 MONTHS ] ? you know, they remind me of [ BURNED CIGARETTES, CALLOUSED HANDS AND BLOODY KNUCKLES, IMPOSTER SYNDROME, LONG DRIVES AT NIGHT ]

{ b a s i c s }

LEGAL NAME: Theodore Salazar

ALIAS: None

GENDER | SPECIES: Cis-Male | Dhampir

AGE: 34

DOB: May 18th, 1987

PLACE OF BIRTH: Los Angeles, CA

NATIONALITY: American

ETHNICITY: Unknown

EDUCATION: High School Diploma; The Culinary Institute of America (incomplete)

OCCUPATION: Bartender @ The Mocking Bird, Odd jobs/Handyman, Boxer/Muay Thai Fighter, Whatever Pays the Bills, (Aspiring) Chef/Restauranteur

LANGUAGES: English (fluent), Spanish (fluent)

RELIGION: Christian

ORIENTATION: Demisexual

DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: YES | YES “NO” | YES NO

{ p h y s i c a l  a t t r i b u t e s }

HAIR COLOR: Black

EYE COLOR: Brown

HEIGHT: 6′-1″

TATTOOS: A raven on his right shoulder, alebrije on his chest, three black bands on his left arm, his niece’s birth year on his right radius, one molnija mark on the back of his neck (more on that one later)

PIERCINGS: None

SCARS: On his knuckles from fights/boxing/Muay Thai, right bicep from a car accident, left knee from ACL surgery, on his right eyebrow from a fight

{ p e r s o n a l i t y }

TRAITS

+ level headed, stoic, protective, confident, decisive

- cynical, private, reserved, aloof, resentful

MBTI: ISTJ

ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good/Lawful Neutral

LIKES: Cooking, Muay Thai/Boxing, long drives at night, the beach, music and dancing

DISLIKES: Being late, eating fast food, school, heights, not feeling like he belongs, materialism, social media, guns

GOALS/DREAMS: Taking his niece to college, open his own restaurant

FEARS: Losing his sister, losing his niece, never amounting to anything, meeting his father

{ r e l a t i o n s h i p s }

Pilar Salazar (mother) - estranged;whereabouts unknown;possibly dead

Unknown (father) - whereabouts unknown;possibly dead

Daniela “Dani” Salazar (younger twin sister) - deceased

Marisol Salazar (niece) - alive

Camila Salazar (maternal grandmother) - deceased

{ b i o g r a p h y } tw: murder, child neglect

Theo and Dany never knew their mother very well as she was never around other than nights when they were ready for bed. She worked hard to try and support the family, but she, for the most part, resented having Theo and Dany. Sometimes she didn’t come back at night and they were left to look after each other.

The two were very protective of each other and they were thick as thieves. Theo wasn’t a bad kid, but he wasn’t innocent either. He often times found himself in trouble with authority, but Dany always had his back. Eventually, a teacher suggested he invest his time and energy into an extracurricular activity, like boxing and Muay Thai. 

Theo had an affinity for martial arts, not knowing it was because of his dhampir abilities. He had an opportunity to go professional, but found a love for cooking. He ultimately got into the Culinary Institute of America. As he got ready to leave Los Angeles to move across the country, he and Dany began to drift apart. 

Dany began to disappear like their mother. He saw her sporadically and never got the full story about where she’d been and what she was doing. She always told him she’d tell him later. Eventually, Theo stopped asking. He didn’t even ask her questions when she came back home one time with a child. Theo wasn’t much of an uncle and didn’t have any interest in fulfilling that role, especially as a young college student.

It wasn’t until Theo found his sister murdered that he had to step in to take care of his niece. Theo took his niece to his grandmother, a woman he despised, to take care of her, but she refused. She took the liberty to denounce him, revealing that his father was a Moroi, making him a dhampir. He was shocked and angry to discover that mother and sister were guardians and never told him and never brought him into the fold.

Without any other family members to pass his niece off to, he realized he couldn’t send her into the foster care system. At the age of twenty, he took his niece in to raise her and dropped out of school to start working immediately so he could pay the bills. As he got older, he started to learn more about the supernatural community, although he was in denial about it at first. He also started to notice his own niece’s abilities and realized he had to take her somewhere safe to live. 

Now, he’s found himself in Lennox, taking odd jobs to pay the bills, and raising Marisol like his own daughter. He works almost everyday to pay for tuition to send her to a private school for younger supernatural beings. Meanwhile, he’s trying to get a hold of understanding the supernatural community and what exactly he is.

[arce-elliot]

Magnus Archives - First Impressions (76-100)

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH WE’RE HALF-WAY THERE

EP 76 (The Smell of Blood): - MELANIEEEEE I'm being spoiled, so many Basira eps and now Melanie - hmm. what the fuck. - "yes i know what a meme is" YESSSS THE LINE - Jon and Melanie are getting along we love to see it - wait how does Melanie know why can she remember real Sasha EP 77 (The Kind Mother): - Ah yes more Not Them - THANK YOU JON YOU'VE FINALLY GOT IT EP 78 (Distant Cousin): - oh dear Jon what's your deal - More Not Them Wheeeeee - WEB TABLE WEB TABLE - Breekon and Hoooooope, the boooooys - AYYYY MICHAEL EP 79 (Hide and Seek): - these poor boys are in WAY over there heads lmao - whoops you got that Michael Distortion GPS chip dumbass - oh mr. leitner? EP 80 (The Librarian): - jurgen is so exasperated lmao - "that'll be our gerard" oh so he's OUR gerard now - jurgen really said "can you speed up this panic attack lmao" - damn Jon how you gonna talk your way out of this mess EP 81 (A Guest for Mr. Spider): - jon stop being mean to little jon :C - GEOOOOORGIE!!!! EP 82 (The Eyewitnesses): - AYYY DAISY - oh this is a fun episode, "Martin K. Blackwood Learns About Police Corruption" - Daisy is fed up w/ these archivist men lmao - Lord I HATE Elias but listening to him play Daisy like a fiddle is entertaining - g o d this is fun - "i'm gonna kill you someday" get in line Daisy - Martin get his ass EP 83 (Drawing a Blank): - Of COURSE Georgie's right Jon - reiterating: circus bad EP 84 (Possessive): - AWWW MARTIN BEIN A LIL ARCHIVIST - Melanie said "ew who's this nerd give me MY nerd" - w o o f damn Melanie how's your will looking EP 85 (Upon the Stair): - OoOoOh spooky - Statement of Spiral, regarding the Spiral of the Spiral. Audio recording by Spiral, Head Spiral of the Spiral Institute, Spiral. - AYYYYY DELANO!!!!! - Jon complimenting Georgie is p r e c i o u s EP 86 (Tucked In): - Tim is not suited for this mess lmao - ARCHIVAL PRISONER LMAO - g o d the hatred between Tim and Melanie holy shit - I hate angry Tim but now I have sad Tim and now it's WORSE - YESSSS MELANIE AND JON REUNITED AT LAST, MY DARLINGS EP 87 (The Uncanny Valley): - Explain this shit to Georgie gdi - GERTRUDEEEEEE i missed ya you old hag - Circus music? oh hell no EP 88 (Dig): - wow wonder what entity this one's about - BASIRA BASIRA BASIRA - phewwww Martin is mad it's okay little man - dig lil man EP 89 (Twice as Bright): - where the fuck are they Starbucks - Jude Perry is...how you say...hot - JON LMAO YOU MORON EP 90 (Body Builder): - uh oh Dad's fighting with big brother tim - "lmao i left, what're gonna do? FIRE me? i'd love to see it" EP 91 (The Coming Storm): - Mike Crew is just trying to mind his own business - D a i s y please he's just a tiny scared little man EP 92 (Nothing Beside Remains): - E l i a s you cheeky bastard - g a h NOT THE FUCKIN ELIAS COMPULSION SIGH GET THAT SHIT OUT OF HERE - Tim over here like "what have I been TELLING y'all" EP 93 (Contaminant): - A D M I R A L - wtf is this mold - GDI BREEKON AND HOPE  A G A I N? - Georgie is BIG critical of Elias' hiring decisions lmao - Jon and Georgie's interactions are precious I love them - "Jonathan Sims, are you trying to save the world?" I LOVE GEORGIE SO MUCH EP 94 (Dead Woman Walking): - GEORGIE STATEMENT GEORGIE STATEMENT - O H she's deaD? - zoMBIE??? - georgie is immortal in this fear infested world EP 95 (Absent Without Leave): - yaAaAay war statement - lmao Basira is incredible she is simply vibing EP 96 (Return to Sender): - BREEKON AND HOPE BREEKON AND HOPE - Daisy and Sarah: lmao Jon ur dumb EP 97 (We All Ignore the Pit): - who is this sad child w/ Gertrude - YO WTF NIKOLA????? EP 98 (Lights Out): - Tim u are also protective u little hypocrit - mr. sandman, man me a sand - "positively ghoulish book" well golly gee wonder what that is - thank you elias for the murder tips EP 99 (Dust to Dust): - GERTRUDE AYYYYYYYY - Jon's finally puttin some damn pieces together - accept Georgie's help u dumbass - BREEKOOOOOON AND HOOOOOOOPE - Jon is left unattended for five whole seconds and is immediately kidnapped lmao EP 100 (I Guess You Had To Be There): - AWWW MARTIN TAKING LIVE STATEMENTS - Tim ain't cut out for this either lmao - Mr. Smith was strangled to death by Tim after giving that statement that's canon now - i have adhd jonny i can't handle this disjointed episode - PETER LUKAS PETER LUKAS

[gamerfish144]

Learn the alphabet with Spy Camp

A: "...and the locals are far less inbred than the royal family."

B: "Bear cocked her head at Erica, curious, then seemed to bow in respect."

C: "Correspondence from the enemy was always an excellent conversation starter."

D: "Dude, drop the whole canibal thing."

E: "'Eat the dead people!' Warren suggested, a bit too enthusiastically."

F: "Frankly, I woud have preferred finding a bomb in my room. I knew how to deal with a bomb. The principal, on the other hand, was far more unpredictable."

G: "Geneva. Talk about a city that's safe. They haven't had a murder there in five years."

H: "however I wasn't about to turn my back to turn my back on Murray Hill. I found myself wishing the guns in my hands were real."

I: "I think you just enjoy ambushing me."

J: "Jawa's a freak of nature, you're just a freak."

K: "...knocking over a few fake druids, then I cut around a large plastic object that was probably supposed to be a dragon, although it looked more like a dyspeptic stegosaurus."

L: "Last week, he froze my chemistry textbook in liquid nitrogen. I didn't realize he'd done it until I dropped it in the mess hall and it shattered."

M: "...might seem surprising that the principal of the CIA's academy for future intelligence agents wasn't intelligent himself- but then, both the CIA and the academy are run by the government."

N: "Nobody needs a mobile phone. There just shackles to civilization."

O: "Only a moron would play a pratical joke with highly classified data- and this institution doesn't accept morons. It has a few delinquents, scoundrels, and reprobates, but no morons."

P: "People managed to survive a long time in the wilderness without GPS. They used these things called 'maps'."

Q: "Q-tip for a elephant."

R: "Rather than looking bedraggled and half drowned, she appeared refreshed, as if she'd just had a dip in the pool."

S: "SPYDER shall retaliate in a matter such as, but not limited to, the following: removal of Ripley's head by force from the rest of his body, extraction of Ripley's cerebellum via his nasal passages, excessive bludgeoning, or defenestration."

T: "They did, however, seem taken aback by Erica. They stared at her in confusion, apparently trying to deduce whether she was a legitimate threat or a harmless lunatic."

U: "Up to that point, I'd been having a good day."

V: West "Virgina? I thought that was all strip mines and inbred hillbillies."

W: "When you get a potentially life-threatening message from an organization that has previously sent an assassin after you, it makes sense to inform someone other than a fifteen-year-old girl.

Like an eighteen-year-old girl."

Y: "Y'know, when most people want to talk with someone else, they call them on the phone. Maybe drop be their room. They don't ambush them in the middle of the woods."

Z: "Zoe had named Warren "Chameleon" because he was a master at camouflaging himself, although when she wasn't around, the rest of us called him "Stalker"."