every time i think im okay i remember that the echoes of clara across the doctor’s timeline didn’t know they were echoes. or. no, some of them did, i think, but the more clara gives of herself to save the doctor, the more she loses the sense of who she is. and that’s why some of the echoes just seem like clara, knowing why she’s there and what she’s there to do. and some of them, many of them, don’t. the ones eleven meets don’t. and how many of them didn’t know haunts me. how many of them died just out of sight of the doctor, for the doctor, alone, without knowing why.
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perpetual mourning – batman black and white (1996) #1
[ID: a black and white panel sequence of Bruce Wayne as Batman investigating a murder. He performed an examination of the victim's body and found DNA evidence to convict her killer and then performed an autopsy to examine her stomach contents — which led him to a little 24/7 diner. He walks in, disrupting the cozy scene with his presence.
Bruce internally reflects, ‘People think i'm a knight. A savior. But in truth, I'm only a vessel to hold the memories of those who've passed on. Those who've no shell left to store them. They must think I revel in my victories. It must seem like I never lose a fight. I lose plenty. The ones I couldn't get to. The ones I couldn't save in time. Those are the ones I carry around inside of me. Those are the ones I'll mourn forever.’
He shows the only waitress a photo of the victim's face and asks, “Excuse me. Do any of you know this woman?” The waitress gasps and holds her hand to her head in shocked distress. She stammers, “That's Chelsea, she comes in here all the time. Sits in the same booth, the same time, reads the same book... um, what was the title...? She, uh, left here only a couple of... Why do you... Oh, god. No. Dear girl...”
Back at the morgue, Bruce solemnly gazes down at the woman as she lays in an unzipped body bag. He thinks, ‘Luckily, you hadn't digested your last meal, Chelsea. There're only a few places in the neighborhood where you were found that serve blueberry pie at this hour of the morning.’ He carefully zips the body bag entirely. The identification label states she was a thirty year old caucasian female. The name ‘Jane Doe’ has been scribbled out to now be replaced with ‘Chelsea Rain’. Bruce continues to ruminate, ‘You only have your thoughts and dreams ahead of you. You're someone. You mean something. I'll remember. You're within me now. Forever.’ END ID]
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I am sliding into your inbox to ask you about historically multicultural australia 👀 what’s one fact/event/etc no one’s asked about yet that you think makes a good story?
I have a million and one ideas for things that no one has asked about that i think are terribly underrated. But I'll roll with a definitely not unknown, but definitely brushed over, simple answer of the topic of "afghan cameleers" in Australia.
While theyre often called "Afghan" in Australian history, they actually came from a variety of countries throughout the Middle East and south Asia. They were predomanently Muslim men, some bringing their families, although other religious minorities did also exist.
The Cameleers, (and their camels) were first brought over to Australia in 1838, although in no form of high numbers until 1858 when they were involved in the Bourke and Wills exploration of the east coast states. As a British colony, there were various high level people in Australia who were aware (from interactions with India and the Middle East primarily) of the benefits of camels in dealing with desert climates.
For over 50 years, camel trains became the primary form of transporting pastoral goods across much of the rural parts of Australia, at the hands of very experienced Cameleers. As a result of this, there was historically a number of towns which became known as "little Asia"s, "little Afghanistan"s or "Ghantowns".
Many of these men are coming to be recognised in modern times as fundamental actors in Australia's modern history. They also married Aboriginal, Chinese, or European women, and often, despite racial and cultural descrimination, became well respected members of local towns, playing important roles in their developments. Many of the men continued to travel back and forth from their home-countries, conducting business on an international scale. At the peak of employment, it is believed that 2000-4000 cameleers were employed in Australia, however recording of this immigration at this time is limited, and it is possible the numbers may have been higher.
However, when Australia introduced the Immigration Restriction Act 1901 (otherwise known as the "White Australia Policy"), many of these men found they were unable to become naturalised citizens of the newly-federated country, and thus unable to return to the communities (and families) that had become their homes. The remaining "afghan" communities dwindled after this. With the increase of railway access to Australia, the need for skilled cameleers died out, and the once valued workers became subject to a lack of employment, and increasing government and community persecution. Much of the men that remained into this time chose to return to their home-countries.
However, some communities remained. The town of Marree in South Australia is the location of the first Mosque in Australia, and is recognised as the longest surviving "Ghan-town" community, and the location of many descendant families. These workers, and their descendants, are also responsible for the construction of Australia's oldest permanent mosque, the Central Adelaide Mosque.
In recent times Australia is beginning to acknowledge important role these men made in the country's modern history, although they are subject to limited discussion, research, and archaeological recognition. And there is still a way to go, especially in making sure that the surviving archaeological sites relating to these communities and workers aren't lost.
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He might be gone in the real world but here my wolf can live on forever here on my page 💕💕
Slowly I have been feeling better , Art has always been a way to for me to cope or deal with the chaos of life. But the void in my heart is always going to be there😔❤️🩹
Here I rather share and celebrate funny stories of wolf so I can remember the good days we had.
One time he violently attacked me and my hand because some dumbass gave him a whole slice of pizza at my family party. I had to chase wolf and CLAW his mouth open as he was devouring the pizza so fast and his sharp ass teeth punctured my finger 🧍🏻♀️it felt like I put my hand into a lions Mouth
Sometimes when I am cleaning my face/skin care routine and I forget to close the door
wolf would BUST THE restroom door wide open stare at me then walk away, he gallops like a little horse or has the Cutest bunny hops when he is really excited 💕
He acts bratty to me but he loves to sleep on my bed and snores so LOUD I though it was my father. Watermelon was his favorite treat and he would give the biggest eyes to beg.
He was such a mountain goat some how climing over big tall boxes reaching to the tallest box and standing on top of the couches.
He loved to roll in snow and he loved the cold.he likes to come close to my face then SNEEZE ON ME EVERYTIME LAMOO
Very playful and sweet dog towards the end, my greatest companion and my little baby,it broke my heart to see him rapidly deteriorate 
But I know he still here I swear I could hear his soft whine and the tippy taps of his feet on my floors 💔💘
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in the swap au, prior to henry becoming evil, what was michael's relationship with him like? was henry like a godfather to michael?
i'm thinking about this because there's so much angst potential if michael actually remembers growing up around henry, and remembers how kind he used to seem before he let his facade drop and revealed his true intentions.
would you like to share any snippets of michael's memories of henry when michael was growing up? like maybe some times when things seemed perfectly fine and normal and wonderful, or other times where michael noticed some of henry's emerging red flags.
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For awhile, Michael simply considered Henry more of an uncle, just a little bit. It was kind of the same for Elizabeth and Evan. Although, none ever outright said “uncle.”
For some normal bits—before any of the tragedies or anything, it would just be stuff like: It’s Christmas, the Emily’s are invited, they’re spending time together. Or vise versa.
Or, Michael needs to be picked up, but his mother and father are far too busy. So rather than just walking, Henry goes and picks him up, etc. Simple things.
On the other hand, something Michael had noticed, and thought was... strange, was how Henry had reacted to Charlie’s passing. He practically hadn’t.
He didn’t seem bothered by it—he didn’t seem affected by it. Henry didn’t seem to grieve at all. After, others brought Charlie up, but Henry never did. He never did.
It was as if he had forgotten about her all of a sudden, or he knew of her, but she was just someone completely random to Henry or something. He wasn’t bothered by her, or the MCI... none of it.
It wasn’t what Michael had been expecting at all—not when, before, Henry had seemed to care so much, and seemed like such a very, very loving father.
And Michael could never forget the day that Henry himself went and revealed that he got William springlocked.
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