#document distruction

[mumsie-bangin]

(NSFW, AFAB reader but GN and no mentions of pronouns, sleepy oral with alucard)

Alucard was a mess.

And i mean, most people are in specific areas, but this man was a mess in general.

Being Alucards friend and now newly bonded partner gave you a perspective of this man you never dared dream of. Yet also led to you experiencing this mans habits and self distruction first hand.

Would that be cus of his emotional termoil and inner conflict of the two worlds he got seperated from, from all his built up trauma and or just simply loneliness leading to chronic independance. Or the two corpses you had to first meet impaled before encountering him in his castle.

You stand in the doorway as you look at your lover, who had fallen asleep at the library table. Documents and books scattered across. It had been late noon, which makes you wonder if this man studied the entire night through , as he regularly does.

One would believe a person would learn to take care of themselves eventually, but you'd guess all the built up shame makes this man work until the sight of dawn, no matter how far he comes with his results.

Stepping into the study, you glance at the documents scattered around him. The project that the two of you had been planning and setting into motion for months.

Digging up hidden spells and artifacts with any information given. God, you love this man.

You squat down and place your hand gently on alucards back and upper thigh, as to not startle him. Rubbing soothing circles around the area.

"Dearest" you gently mumble. "Your back will start hurting if you sleep like this" a moment of silence. You gaze over your lovers face, ethereal. All of him, ethereal and peacefull all the same.

Alucards hand finds yours and gently grasps it, all without opening his eyes or shifting his position. It seems that hes not planning on leaving, but wishes for your company nonetheless.

You adore this man. But god, this is the 3rd night this week.

Slithering your hands beneath his knee's, and wrapping an arm around his shoulders, you lift him up gently.

He tenses slightly under your touch but relaxes once realizing what you are doing. He seems to be observant even in a exhausted state.

Placing him on the velvet couch in the study, you reach to get a blanket or maybe more pillows for this man , before feeling yourself hindered in movement. Adriens arms had tiredly wrapped around your waist , slender fingers finding their way into your blouse.

You cant help but fluster and smile at the sight. "My love, rest would be of highest priority for you"

You turn to place a kiss on his temple. Yet he shifts to pull you on top of him , grunting as he wraps himself tightly around you. Lazily placing kisses over your neck and exploring the sillouetthe of your body with his hands. "I adore you" he mumbles

Arousal coils in your stomach, covering your face with your hand. This man is barely awake, does he know what hes doing?

You lay there and eventually relax into him, wrapping your arms around him in return.

Well, hes resting. So, its a win.

You flinch as you feel his teeth graze your neck. Seemingly awake but also too tired to fully open his eyes .

He starts sucking on that soft spot and his hands remain on your waist. Sleepily humming into your neck.

A whine escapes your lips , resting your head in the crook of your lovers neck. Him shifting his hips and leaning his head against the armrest of the couch to better angle his affection.

"Beautiful..." you feel him mumble into your skin. Exploring your sillouetthe further with light touches.

Skin burning , chest heaving and arousal growing in your lower region, you cant help but hold onto alucards shoulders. Holding on while enjoying his tired state.

Your train of thought is broken when he sits up and shifts you, hands now on your hips pulling you closer.

You sit now fully in his lap as your lover gazes at you through his lashes, before leaning in to kiss you as if he's starven. Which, if he had forgotten to eat all night, wouldnt be too unrealistic.

"Darling, can I please.." he speaks between kisses, all while pushing you onto your back. Him slowly looming over you while not stopping his enrapture on you. You're so enthralled by this man that you cant even piece together words, all you can do is moan into the kiss. Holding onto his face and hair as he guides you down.

Adrien breaks the kiss, panting as he lays his head onto your shoulder, breathing hot air into your neck. He is still exhausted but awake enough now. His hands fumbling with the buttons of your blousem.

And god so are you. More awake than ever ,actually.

"May I ,please?" You finally snap out of your haze , Adrien shifting to be in between your legs, gently prying them open while patiently waiting for you.

Saying you were turned on would be a massive understatement. The sight infront of you has you practically salivating,

And the same seems to be the case for Alucard it seems.

"Yes, yes. You may" you pant, alucard lunges to kiss you again. His legs spreading yours open as he messily opens the front of your pants. Breaking the kiss once its open, and sliding the trousers off of you.

Messy hot kisses are left on your inner thighs as Alucard shifts again, now holding your legs while showering them in love bites and kisses. You cover your mouth with your hand, its embarassing how hot this is.

He gazes at you as he gets closer to your aching core. Placing your leg on his shoulder and gently pushing the other to put you ore into position.

All you can do is nod, and his fingers part your lips as he starts lapping at your clit.

In the meantime ,His other hand entering you, putting good use on all the juices are are flowing out of you at this point.

A sharp breath, and moans soon after leave your mouth as you throw your head back.

Circling his tongue on the bundle of nerves, and sucking every now and then has you seeing stars. Combine that with the now two fingers scissoring you open, you now understand what the fuzz about heaven was all about.

"Divine" he breathes . Licking up the juices leaking from you, and going back to that bundle of nerves. His teeth graze your clit before he sucks on it again, and you cant help but buck your hips more into his mouth.

Alucard smiles into your cunt as he enjoys the noises you make.

Hands travelling into his hair, you hold onto him as you ride out your orgasm. Him following suit and grabbing your hips to pull you closer to him. "Adrien-"

"Oh god-" your voice breaks. And A highpitched moan leaves you as you arch your back and feel your orgasm washing over you.

You ride out your high and calm your breath, eyes hazy as your hand remains in adriens hair.

Adrien finds his coat and drapes it over you both as he leaves his last kisses over your chest, collarbone and neck. Rubbing soothing circles into your sides as he lays on top of you.

"Do you need anything, my love?" He chimes. God, you love this man.

You laugh while catching your breath. Shifting to wrap your arms around your lover.

"No, not at all. I didnt expect this, thats all."

He sighs ,smiling . Eyes closed as he relaxes into you.

"I think I want you to just sleep but. I think id like to join you"

He chuckles "yes, please. "

[sisisfinaleproject]

Hii ik my blog is a tcc/girlblog

and this isn't really true crime but i wanted to talk about my opinion and thoughts on all the recent I.C.E incidents.

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body cameras

For one I.C.E. doesn't use body cameras or badges which is starting to inspire other police departments around the states to stop using body cameras aswell.

This isn't helping anyone at the end of the day because body cameras have helped police in many situations countless amounts of times.

From the smallest mix up, to being blamed for a serious crime that they had not committed.

It is stupid truly to get rid of identification and video evidence.

Isn't it also a crime? I mean if they body cameras don't exist then its not distruction of evidence but in theory it's distruction of evidence which is a crime.

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Ice in New England

As a New england citizen, I don't really know how to feel about the peoples reactions and ways to deal with ICE.

I.C.E was spotted in Massachusetts, and there where no protest really that I had seen about it. ( i could be wrong)

Mainly it was photos and videos spread on to the internet, about ICE in mass.

Yes it is good to get the word out there and provide an alert for people, but I also wish there were protest happening at hand to try and slow ICE down and or prevent them as much as we humanly can.

and you might be sitting here reading this thinking, well all you are doing is posting online about the situation , I would more than GLADLY be a part of any and every peaceful and non peaceful protest in order to protect HUMAN RIGHTS.

because no matter if people are documented or not, different race or not, speak a different language or not. we are all humans, and everyone deserves to live a happy unbothered life in whats supposed to be a safe and secure country.

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Ice in LA

Trump sent out the NATIONAL GAURD, to deal with PEACEFUL protest that was happening in LA.

I.C.E becoming more aggressive and the lack of identification and the national gaurd being sent out, riled iup the crowd which led to unpeaceful protesting that caused a riot, yet police departments along with S.W.A.T should be able to handle the citizens of LA.

I find the national gaurds presence very stupid and unlawfully deployed.

In photos and videos recordings of the national gaurd a lot of them are just standing around and looking because them being there wasnt a thing that needed to happen.

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Ice heading to Philly

okay my whole opinion on ice trying to go to philadelphia is, are you fucking dumb?

the citizens of philadelphia rip up light posts, burn cars, and stand on trash trucks, WHEN THEY ARE HAPPY.

They had to grease the polls before the super bowl this year, so they wouldnt climb up the polls. AND THEY STILL CLIMBED THEM...

Philly is a huge community of people who just care about eachother no matter how "ghetto" or violent they are they fight for eachother, and if I.C.E tries to march their way into Philly things are going to get physical very fast.

A large population of Philly own guns, legalized ones and not.

Even if they don't use their second amendment rights, they will use other things, and their hands to protect their people and fight against ice.

In correlation to I.C.E in LA, ice was struggling to deal with the riots of LA nevermind whats in store for them in Philly.

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Ice in florida

theres been many raids in fl recently and over the years i dont have to much info but based off a friends info thag may or may not be correct, if u participate in a raid im FL you can be killed and your remains will just be left there and they wont onform ur guardians or parents

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Blue states

As we all know blue states are being more directly effected by ice than the red states.

Ice is being sent to more blue states them red. Theres no much to say about this topic because it is self explanatory.

All i can say is educate yourself on weather your state is a Blue or Red state, and if you have any ice sightings, report to a website, online, local governers who are in charge and want to help prevent ice.

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Inform

there are many ways to help people and alert people about ice.

• posting on social platforms

• posting on ice alerting websites

• going to a city offical that is activity trying to prevent ice

Here is a link to a website that helps alert people about ice when ice is spotted, you can also post your own alerts but dont be stupid, this is serious.

[travellogambercarranza]

I traveled to a Festival in Ancient Mesopotamia, this artifact shows them with instruments and celebrating. The Akitu Festival is the earliest document Festival of this time in Sumer. Akitu Festivals were to legitimize the King's ruling! Akitu also included harvesting the food, and celebrating the New Year. They celebrated all kinds of events during these festivals including God's birthday, New Years, Harvest Festivals, and more. A big purpose of these festivals were also to maintain their relationship with God and the King to make sure the kingdom remained perfect and holy. The Gods were seen as the true monarchs of this time, while the King was the physical being who ruled. The way the maintained their King status they had remain good with the Gods, with that being said ways that this was shown was by military victories, big harvest, and great trades. Festivals were either political, religious, or seasonal. These festivals would also be combined in some cases. For example the seasonal festivals happened twice a year and they would harvest the food, the Assyrians would celebrate for twelve days and represent twelve different Gods. Seasonal festivals were part of Akitu, so the purpose was not only to harvest but a political purpose. It is said that Akitu is the oldest observance of a New Years celebration. There was also a celebration of Zagmuk which was the celebration of New Years, this became included with Akitu. Zagmuk was a holiday created not only for New Years but a historical victory Marduks victory over Tiamat. Tiamat created distruction and war, so the God Marduk defeated him and was celebrated, which created Zagmuk. The twelve days of Akitu are mainly to worship Marduk and it is still a practice now. Till this day Assyrians still celebrate Akitu, it is not exactly the same now but it has been a tradition since the early Mesopotamian days.

Mark, J. J. (2023, March 8). Festivals in Ancient Mesopotamia. World History Encyclopedia. https://www.worldhistory.org/article/2185/festivals-in-ancient-mesopotamia/

Muhammed, S. (2014, August 31). Assyrian Wall Relief Depicting Musical Instruments. World History Encyclopedia. https://www.worldhistory.org/image/2996/assyrian-wall-relief-depicting-musical-instruments/

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[chasteandpregnantmale]

Pregnant for Sarah

Me: It is Saturday 23rd August 2008 and yesterday was my last day at work for a few weeks.   I still find it somewhat amazing that I, a man, should be sitting here 38 weeks pregnant.      You may have seen the recent documentary on the five of us who were part of Herm07.   If you haven't seen it, basically they discovered some evidence that two men became pregnant during world war ll through eating a berry that grows on Herm in the channel islands.      This evidence came to light through the researches of the fetility expert, Robert Winston, in his quest to help couples who can't have babies the natural way.   The first five clients got pregnant in the Herm06 project.   I was fortunate to get involved in the next wave.   More of all that it involved and how it all happens will come later. How did I come to be in this condition?   It goes back over several years.   My sister Sarah, who I would do anything for, and her husband Clive have been trying to have children for ages.   There are three of us children, Sarah being the eldest and is now in her mid thirties.   My brother Simon is a couple of years younger and is married to Emma and has two lovely kids.   I was something of an afterthought and am ten years younger than Sarah and am 23. Eventually, the desparate quest of Sarah and Clive to have a child got them to see the World reknown expert, professor Winston.   At this stage they would have done anything to have a child.   Winston told them of this new treatment which would enable Clive to carry the baby.  This must have been in early 2006 before the first project so Winston had to explain that it was an untried technique. My brother-in-law refused to have anything to do with the idea.   It is hardly surpising really.  He is a fitness coach and earns a lot of money by looking good.  Getting a pregnant belly and losing his body to a baby would not do him or his career much good.   But he had an idea.   Clive takes up the story: Clive I can't remember when exactly this idea came to me, but it was after Sarah and I had seen professor Winston.   He had suggested that a way forward for us would be to try this new technique where I would carry the baby to term. Some amazing evidence had come to light that would enable men to carry babies.   This sounded pretty unbelievable to me, but apparently in World War ll there were two British Soldiers who missed the evacuation from Dunkirk, but managed to eventually steal a boat and began to set off for England.   It was a brave but impossible thing to do and they got caught in fast tides and then a storm and eventually their boat got smashed on some rocks off the Channel Islands.  When it became daylight they managed to swim to Herm, the nearest Island. The island was occupied by the Germans, but the two soldiers managed to keep out of their way for nearly three weeks.  What with the difficult conditions on mainland France and the time at sea, the two men were suffering from malnutrtion and very hungry, but all they could find to eat were these apricot coloured tiny berries, about the size of blue berries.   That was all there was to eat, so they ate them.   They managed to survive for another two or three weeks before finally being discovered by the Germans and taken prisoner. Some papers were discovered recently on Guernsey, the neighbouring island, which managed to  escape the general distruction of papers the Nazis did when it was becoming obvious that they were losing the war.   In it there were amazing revelations of what happened on Herm in the war years.   It is documented that one of the Nazi soldiers abused both those soldiers and they both became pregnant and gave birth to healthy children.  What is more, he did it several times before the men were shot a the end of the war.  Their bodies have never been found, nor have the babies that they produced. Prof Winston and his team did a lot of research and in the process discovered how the island got its name.   Hundreds of years ago when the island was inhabited, the men were all hermaphrodites.   Hence the island's name - Herm. Winston is convinced that it is these berries that are unique to the island and so far, no one has been able to grow them anywhere else.  So he stared the Herm 06 project to see if it will work today. He went on to inform us that there client list (a maximum of 5 because the berry stock will only support that number) was full for 06, but he had some takers of 07 which would run if 06 was successful.   It was very kind of him to explain it all but it was a complete waste of time.  There was no way I was going to carry a baby.   A guy with a huge gut as a fitness trainer was not going to happen. However, Sarah had other ideas.   We had thought of surrogacy, but we both didn't like the idea of a stranger bearing our child so we didn't really consider it.   It was obvious we were going to get into an argument in the consulting room, so the Prof suggested that we talk about at home over the next week or so, as it was obviously a big decision to make.  He also advised us not to hang about too long as placed for Herm07 were going fast. Over the next few weeks, Sarah went on and on about it.   She managed to find counter arguments to all my arguments   The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't do it.   I so wanted that we could have a child, but so didn't want to carry it myself.  This was a huge dilema made worse by seeing Sarah's brother Simon and his family so happy.   I so wanted that for us too, but it seemed impossible to have, unless I sold my body to pregnancy.  And then in the middle of another sleepless night I hit on a brainwave.   Nick. Nick is Sarah's kid brother.   As long as I have known him (I guess nearly 15 years now) he has always been a bit different to other guys.   He has never had a girl friend as far as I am aware, but the connection I really made in the middle of that sleepless night was the fact that he was fascinated by both of the preganacies of Simon's wife, Liz.   He was always asking questions about what it felt like and that sort of thing.   That night the penny suddenly dropped that it wasn't any coincidence that he is a trainnee manager for Mothercare. I put the idea to Sarah, who didn't dismiss it as out of hand straight away, though it was obvious that I was still the ideal solution.   However, after a couple of weeks she came around to the idea.  In fact she loved the idea of her kid brother who was very close to her, bearing our children.   We invited him over to ask him. Nick: I will never forget the night that Sarah and Clive asked me to have their child.   Of course, I knew that they were trying so hard for a baby and was so disappointed for them that it hadn't yet come to pass, but I had no idea that there was a possibility that men could get pregnant.   My initial reaction was to be thrilled to be asked and excited at the prospect of having a baby.   From as young as I can remember, I have always wanted to have a baby.   So it was agreed that they would arrange for all three of us to see Prof Winston. What a nice man he is.   He explained the whole thing to me and what I would be taking on.   First of all, I would have to starve myself for a month to get pretty thin and malnourished.   He thought one of the reasons the berries had such an immediate effect on those soldiers was because they were malnourished before they started eating them.   Then I would have to spend three weeks on Herm at end of June and beginning of July to eat the berries, and then it would be a question of waiting to see if I transformed into a hermaphrodite.  Once that had happened, I could then conceive in the normal way. Then the whole rollercoaster started.  By the time we saw prof Winston after first being asked, the idea and what it would do to me, started becoming more real.   It was great to be pregnant in my imagination, but how would it be in reality as people noticed me get bigger.   How embarassing would it be to explain to them that I wasn't getting fat, but that I was pregnant.   People would stare at me and my big belly in the streets and say things behind my back.  They would think I was wierd.   On the other hand, I would be doing a wonderful thing for Sarah and Clive.   That in itself could be compensation.   But there would be nine months of it before I even considered the other stuff like morning sickness, back ache, mood swings...... So when the prof asked if I was prepared to take the final place in the client list for Herm07 I was diffident to say the least - wanting to do what was good for Sarah and Clive, but now not at all sure that I could stand nine months embarassment apart from anything else.   It was made worse by the prof telling us that he was seeing another potential client the next day.  Talk about pressure!.   Sarah, Clive and I went to discuss it over lunch.   And that was really where there was no turning back. Sarah and Clive were desperate for me to say 'yes' and managed to persuade me to agree now while the place was there and that if I did change my mind, nobody would mind if I cancelled as there was another guy in the wings waiting to take my place.   And so I agreed and signed the papers that afternoon.  It has to be said that if I had more time to think about it and reflect on my own, I would have said 'no'. As it has turned out, I am pleased that I said yes.   Even at 38 weeks gone I can say that it is great being pregnant even though I am big and very slow now.   I love this belly which gets in the way the whole time.   I now I am over the embarassment of having a gut that cannot be hidden, I enjoy the attention. This attention has got even greater in the past couple of weeks.   The BBC got news of the Herm06 project but it was too late to get the clients on board to do the whole process from start to finish.   So early last year the prof and the clients were asked if we would be willing to be a part of a documentary.   I was very unsure, being shy and not wishing to put myself on display.   However, there was quite a good fee and my proposed pregnancy was costing Sarah and Clive a lot.  The fee would go some way to defray the costs, so I agreed.   It also meant that I got to meet my fellows in this early on. The documentary is in two parts.  The one that has just been shown goes up to the conception, which explains all the science - the story - introduces us and who we are and why we are doing it.  The next one will be of our pregnancies and the birth of our children. But that is to jump the gun somewhat.  Once the papers were signed way back in June 2006 there was not much to do except wait.  Sarah and Clive didn't mention it in conversation probably not wanting to bring it to my mind, so that I might dwell on it too much and change my mind.   In fact I didn't give much thought to what I might have done until the BBC contacted me in March 2007 about the documentary. I would have backed out of the whole scheme then and there if I hadn't felt this huge obligation to continue.  I felt trapped by the fact that I had signed the form and taken the place of another who might have had more courage to face this than me.  So I kinda drifted along with it all in the hope it might never happen.   Of course, it did, and I have a belly to prove it! It was about this time too that the Prof called us all in for a briefing.  It was to talk about the plans for our preparation.   As I am (was!) a skinny guy, my dietary preparation was only a month.  The chunkier ones of us had to start immediately.   We were given diet sheets etc.   As it turned out, I went from 130lb to 110lb in a month and lost a further 5lb while eating berries on the island.   I got to be one really skinny guy.   But the real revelation of the month was that the majority of the Herm06 clients were well established in their pregnancies and they were all having twins except one, who was having triplets.   We got to meet most of them.   One of the guys was 6 months gone and he was getting pretty big.   He looked well though, and said he was enjoying the experience.   I think he might have been saying that because his wife was there.   You could tell by the way he moved that he was carrying a lot of extra weight and it wasn't that easy.  The guy with the triplets was still in shock as it had only been confirmed a day or two before. Looking at these pregnant guys made me immediately want to be pregnant.  They looked so great.  At the same time I remember thinking that I couldn't possibly go out in public looking like they did.   By looking at these guys I reckoned that I could get away with it for 3 months, but the guy who was four months couldn't hide what was growing in his belly.   I began to truly realise what this pregnancy would mean and I knew that I couldn't go through with it and began to think of ways of backing out. Clive:  Of course, Sarah and I went to the day along with Nick and we could see that he was having real difficulty with the pregnant look.   And who could blame him.   The guy who was 6 months gone was really quite big and he was a stocky guy, not slim like Nick.   Both Sarah and I thought he was going to bottle it at that stage.   And who could blame him.   I certainly wouldn't want a body like that even in private, let alone in public and we now knew about the TV documentary which would make Nick's pregnancy very public.   It was important he didn't back out now as we had invested a lot of money already and it would be a double whammy if he did as we would not get some of the TV money which was at least off setting a small part of our investment. It was interesting to see Sarah's change of attitude towards her darling little brother.   From wanting entirely what was best for him, she now was determined that he should carry our babies. Actually, meeting the Herm06 guys was only a small part of the day.   We were given a lot of infomrmation and practical stuff.   They explained what would happen while Nick was on Herm and how his body would develop afterwards.   Then there was the whole conception thing.  Whilst we were clear we would like a September or October baby, as this would be best educationally for our child, we hadn't really thought about the fact that we might be constrained to the timing.   Within any year they need that cohort not to all produce babies at once - quite reasonable, if you stop and think about it!  However, it did mean that the guys needed to conceive at least a month apart and the choice of conception date (depending on the guy's menstrual cycle) was done on a bidding senario.  The first on the list got first choice.   As we were the last on the list, we suddenly realised that we might not get what we wanted unless we waited a year.   Somehow, now we couldn't do that.  We would have to make the best of it. Me: Sitting here now 38 weeks pregnant and looking at my huge belly, it is hard to believe that all those months ago I thought the guy who was 6 months gone was enormous.   I know that I truly would have backed out if I had have realised quite what pregnancy would do to my body and my lifestyle.   Actually, if I had had more courage, I would have definitely have backed out then and there, but I kept waiting for the right moment to say something and of course, it never came.   So I found myself  preparing to travel to Herm.      At the beginning of May, as we had arranged, I went to stay with Sarah and Clive so that they could help me monitor my eating.   Actually, I didn't find it hard to eat a little as I was beginning to get really nervous about the whole thing and when I am nervous I don't eat much.   S & C were really kind and affirming and telling me what a great thing I was preparing to do for them.   In fact the whole month was an affirming time eventually.   S & C said I really ought to get my employer on board with all this.   So the three of us went to see them to talk it through with my boss.   He issued an emphatic 'no'.   If I was to do this, I would have to resign.  While S & C would be prepared to 'keep' me, it would mean a career break that probably wouldn't get looked on too favourably by future employers.  After all for all they knew, I might go off and get pregnant again.   So we were all very down hearted by that.   But a few days later, I was called in by my boss, who had been talking to his bosses, who thought it would be a great idea and get a lot of good  marketing opportunities for the firm.   After all this would be the first time a pregnant guy would be serving pregnant women in Mothercare.  So in the end they have been very generous and helpful, giving me time off for clinics etc and some paternity leave which I have just begun , which gives me the time to write this up for you. That six weeks of dieting went quite quickly and by the end of it, not only was I very skinny, I was beginning to believe that I could do this strange thing.   S & C took me to Guernsey.  They weren't allowed in the clinic on Herm but they saw me on to the boat with the other four guys - probably to make sure I did it!   Once there, there was no way of getting off except swimming and it looked to be way too far for me to swim.   Me and the other guys were there for three weeks.   They got us to harvest our own berries morning and evening.   The rest of the time they got various enterntainments for us and we did some classes on male pregnancy and what could be expected and all that kind of stuff, and of course, the eating of the berries.    There were also various therapies to help us come to accept our bodies and the changes that would happen to them.   The most embarassing and strange, at least to begin with, was that we had to go naked the whole time.   To begin with, while I loved the feeling of freedom it gave in private, I hated being with the others and you could tell we were all embarassed.  After all, we were all looking pretty weedy and skinny. By the end it was all perfectly natural and a great way to live.   I never wear clothes at home now except when others are there, and when this is over, I plan to explore naturism a bit more, whether I get my body back or not. While we were there the first guy of Herm 06 was delivered of his twins.   Sadly, one of them died in the womb just before he went into labour.   The other was fit and healthy.   Of course, as I sit here now, all the first cohort have been born and it was the same pattern throughout; one died just before the birth and the others were fit and healthy.   The guy who was having triplets, also had two die but the other is fine.   So we are all prepared that we shall give birth to hopefully one healthy baby but no more. This year two of us are having triplets.   Like last year, it is the skinnest guys who are having them.   So me and Craig have huge bellies which look massive on our small frames.  The theory is that as we were so light when we had the berrie diet the substances in the berries have a greater effect and make us more fertile.   In the Herm 08 cohort that went this year, I believe they have a minimum weight of 150lb to try and stop triplet pregnancies. You would think that three weeks on a tiny island would seem like an eternity, but it didn't.   It soon passed and we all reconvened with partners (and in my case S & C) on Guernsey for the final briefing.  Talking to the other guys about it, none of us felt any different after the 'treament', even if we were a bit lighter and now hermaphrodites.  It turns out that we weren't at that stage, but that we now needed to eat well, so that the transformation could take place. After that we would start 'bulling' which the prof explained was what he called a period in a male.   Once we had had three bullings at the same regular interval (which could be anything from 2-4 week intervals - there appeared to be a huge variation in the men so far) conception would be allowed to take place.   It appears to be turning out that the skinnier the guy, the more frequent the bullings take place. Amongst all the other things the debrief told us, Craig and I were advised that we didn't conceive until we were at least 140lb.   I don't know about Criag, but I had never been that heavy.   But we were given a diet and a work out routine so that we built muscle to help us carry our babies when they arrived in our forming wombs.   As Clive said as we left to have a meal with just the three of us:'let the fattening begin'.   I didn't know whether he meant the general weight gain I had to do or the pregnancy that was to come. Luckily by this stage, my apetite had returned with a vengence and I responded well to Sarah's cooking, the work out routine and the Cambridge diet supplements.   By the beginning of August I had gained back all the weight I had lost for the initial phase of the programme.   My body had undergone the tranformation and I had my first 'bull' early that month.   That is a weird experience, especially shoving tampons up your arse and using pantiliners in your crack.   Needless to say, I started regularly bulling once a fortnight.     Luckily I didn't find bulling any big deal, not like women seem to with their periods, even though I experienced heavy bleeds every two weeks.  It was just inconvenient that was all.   Next, negotiations needed to take place as to who was allowed to conceive when.   For me, to meeting S & C's criterion of a September or later birth, I couldn't conceive until December.  That meant a lot of bulling.  While Craig made the transformation as quickly as I did, others in the cohort were slower.   Craig and his wife opted for a pregnancy as quickly as possible.   He must have reached the magic 140lb by September because that is when he conceived.   He was the first of us to give birth - again, one healthy baby, two born dead.   Still no one knows why.   Apparently, even though I haven't seen him since Herm, he got huge at the end and hadn't been out of the house for ages.     At that stage, apart from me, no one else had got into a bulling pattern and it wasn't until early November that the conceiving dates had got organised. It turned out that my bulling time  just fited in with an early September birth.   It couldn't go later because of the conception of an someone further up the list month later.  My conception date was fixed at 30 November and with a 40 week pregnancy, would take us to 5th September.  That is my due date.   So far, though, all of the guys have been two weeks late or more.  The guy with the triplets last year was nearly 4 weeks late as was Craig a month or so ago. So it could be another six weeks of this.   Do I mind?   Not really.  I always knew I wanted to be pregnant, and now I am very pregnant.  By the time I conceived I had got to 160lb thanks to Sarah's great cooking and some hard working out.   That extra muscle paid off and I continue to work out to enable me to carry all this extra weight around.   Last November my body looked extremely good and very buff.  I suppose it is still quite buff, just with a bit of a belly on it!!   At my last weigh in, I was a little over 250lbs.  This is hardly surprising as it turns out that guys give birth to big babies.  So far the smallest has been 10lbs and that was Craig's - carrying three makes them a bit smaller.  That's what they keep telling me bu way of encouragement - because there are three they will be smaller and so easier to give birth , but as I keep reminding them, I have to do it three times!   The largest to be born was nearly 15lb - the poor guy who had that one -  the average being around 12lb.  ***** But back to the beginning of my pregnancy.   How I would conceive I think was a huge issue for S & C.   I don't know the full details, but when they discussed it with me, they said they would prefer it if it was a 'natural' conception rather than using any gadgets.   That suited me fine because it was the way I preferred it.  I didn't really want a Turkey baster shoved up my bottom.   It was interesting that while we were away with the other guys on Herm, all of them were going for the natural conception from the designated father, and it seemed, they preferred that idea too.   I wonder what the fathers thought.  I am pretty sure that Clive was not keen. Clive: Getting Nick from his return from Herm to the point where he conceived was something of a roller coaster ride.   He came back from Herm full of enthusiasm for the project and felt really well.   He put the weight that he had lost for the project fairly easily and I became his personal trainer.   I wasn't that keen on doing this, as I didn't really want to be seen with Nick later in his pregnancy when he would be working out with a huge gut.  It wouldn't be a good advert for my skills!   However, as Sarah so pointedly said, it was the least we could do for Nick as he was doing this huge, huge favour for us.  Of course, she was right.  And Nick turned out to be a good client.   His body really responded well to the diet and training. He stayed with us for about two months after returning from Herm.   He is hugely independent and wanted to go back to his flat earlier, but we peruaded him to stay as he began to go back off the idea again and we felt that if he was with us we would be better placed to talk him round again.   I think it was partly due to the fact that all last year's cohort had multiple pregnancies but also because only one baby of the set ever seemed to survive.   However, by the beginning of September he was back on track and enjoying life and his new more muscular body. Because he was bulling every two weeks he was advised initially to drink at least one pint of Guiness per day.   It turned out that this was not enough to keep his iron levels up so as far as I know he usually had 2 or sometimes three.  He has continued this, under doctor's advise into his pregnancy.    So Nick, as well as developing quite a buff physique, started developing a small beer belly.   I don't like bellies on guys, but this looked really cute.  Nick was obviously embarassed by it and started wearing baggy clothes, which was a shame because apart from a small gut, he had a good body to show off. All this provided another down for us to get over.  Nick liked his new buff body and didn't want to spoil it by getting pregnant.   Sarah and I worked hard on him saying he would get his body back afterwards.  I don't think any of us really believed it, but Nick seems to have the kind of body that responds well to training. As we got towards the end of November I was beginning to dread the 30th more and more.   Sarah and I had had huge arguments over how to get Nick pregnant with my sperm.   I was all for doing it artificially.   I had no desire at all to enter Nick.   But Sarah wanted it as natural as possible and wanted to be there at the conception.   We talked about it for weeks, and in the end Sarah won as she always did.   Nick didn't seem to mind either way.   The only plus point I could see, was that the project's experience to date showed that guys always conceived first time.   I was so hoping that would be true for Nick as well. The day came and Nick came round, but what with the thought of having sex with a man and Sarah watching, it took me ages to 'perform' but I did eventually.  Nick and Sarah seemed to quite emjoy it. ME: Sunday 24th August 2008 I never realised I had so much to write about in this, but I suppose it is a pretty big thing.   As you can see Clive has been keeping some comments too, and I have tried to put some of his notes in at the relevant places in italics so that you can tell his comments from mine. I totally love being pregnant.  To me, to be so big is a total turn on even though it is hard to do most things now and impossible to do some.   I love the way it lies in my lap when I sit down.   I love the way my belly gets in the way; the way I can't get close to the table to eat, but can more easily use my belly as a table to eat off.   Even typing this is a bit awkward as there is a lot of belly between me and the keyboard.  That's why I started my paternity leave this weekend really.  Standing on the shop floor all day, this pregnant was really quite tiring even though I loved doing it.   People have been so kind and say what I am doing is great, both staff and customers alike.  The customers love to be able to be served by a man who knows what it is like to be pregnant.   So I shall miss work and when I return, I shan't be pregnant any more.   I would certainly like to be pregnant again, and if I follow the general pattern of the other guys being pregnant, I shall only have one live birth out of the three, and I know that S & C would like four children a year apart.   I might well do more general surrogacy after that, it is just so great to be pregnant. The best part is knowing that three new lives are growing in there and feeling them move around.   It is a wonderful feeling even though they are getting sooo heavy now.   People keep asking me how I feel about the probability of two of them dying.   The strange thing is that, at the moment, as long as I produce one live birth for S & C I shall be content.  I hope that doesn't change when it happens.   And if I was only pregnant with one, I wouldn't be this big, and being this big is sooo good. I haven't always felt this way though.   It is only the last couple of months that I have had this great feeling.   It wasn't that I hated being pregnant before, I just hated having to be in the world and be pregnant.   Even before the conception, I started getting a beer belly from all the Guiness I was drinking to keep my blood iron levels up.   I did my best to hide this by wearing my shirts untucked etc.   I couldn't do this at work where the expected dress in the shop is white shirt and tie and black trousers.  I was mortified when, before I had even conceived, one of the older asssistantants came in one morning with a new pair of trousers for me.   My normal ones were getting a bit tight (well very tight) with all the Guiness.   Bless her, Jean had gone to a lot of trouble to find low rise gents trousers with an elasticated waist, which is actually just what was required.   All the staff had been briefed a few weeks before about my impending pregnancy and she thought my beer gut was it!   The reason I was mortified was that she had noticed I was getting fat.   But the trousers were great, with 5% lycra they fitted really snugly and so showed off my increasingly muscular butt to its full potential.   It is a great design of trousers which I have been wearing ever since, though in a larger size now. By the time we got to the conception date, I really, really didn't want to do this, but by that stage I knew I couldn't let S & C down.   I don't think Clive wanted to it on the night I went round either as he was faffing about for ages before he entered me.   It was my first experience of sex and it felt good even though it was brief. For the first few weeks after conception, I didn't feel any different.   Then, the day before Christmas Eve, I woke up to get ready for work and felt really ill.  The next day I threw up three times before going to work.  I must have looked terrible when I got to work because Jean was really sympathetic about it.   Her kindness made me burst into tears.  I really wondered what I had got into.  Then my nipples started getting sore and I felt absolutely knackered all the time.  Christmas and New Year were not very good for me, because I felt so ill.   The film company came specially early in the morning one day to film me throwing up.  They just wanted to show that blokes got it the same as the girls apparently.    It all seemed to be happening and I didn't like it.   I continued feeling ill until March, when suddenly I realised I wasn't feeling ill or tired any more. By this stage I was really hating my body as it was hard to hide my slowly expanding gut which protruded more and more over the elasticated waistband of my trousers.   I couldn't get rid of it by sucking it in anymore.   I began to feel really self-conscious about my belly.   A few weeks later I could really feel people staring at it.   I was in quite a public place being in the shop most of the time, except for the day a week when I went to management school.  They didn't know about the pregnancy at that stage. About this time too, the shop started to make a thing of my pregnancy by advertising the fact that I was there and pregnant.   I have to say it was good for sales!  They came flocking in to see me and I had to wear clothes that showed my pregnancy off to its full advantage.   I hated it but it was part of the deal for time out for clinics and paternity leave.   The low point was one Saturday when the shirt I was wearing had got a bit tight across the gut.   I heard one guy singing new words to 'I'm to sexy for my shirt'.   He had changed them to 'I'm too pregnant for my shirt'.   I suppose it was quite funny really, and I would love it now.  But back then it was too embarassing to think about. So what changed all that?  It happened in the space of week in May.  The guy who does my monthly check could see that I was getting more and more agitated by my pregnancy.  When I went for the check up in May I was getting pretty big.   But it wasn't the weight that was bothering me.  Thanks to the work outs I was still doing with Clive I could cope with all that.   It was just being out in the world I had trouble with, knowing everyone was looking at me.   The doc could see this, and he suggested I take a break - on my own.  This seemed to me to be madness, as I would have all the time in the world to reflect on what a fat freak I was becoming.  But the doc knew what he was doing as he suggested a particular place.  It was the hotel in which we had had our post Herm conference. It is a family run hotel on Guernsey which as it turns out are well into all that goes on at Herm.  The seven hour journey on the ferry (I advised it is best not to fly in my condition) was awful.   It is only a small ferry and so few people to spread the stares amongst.   However, once I got there, after a day or so, I started being confident in being me - a pregnant me who was going to give birth to triplets in just over three months time.  The doc had his psychology right.  There was something about being in the supportive environment of the hotel and being away from my usual surroundings that gave me the opportunity to find myself.   Suddenly, I had the confidence to go into bars to get my daily dose of Guiness looking like this and I could now easily take my gravid belly  into restaurants to feed my growing brood.  I felt proud to walk down the main street of St Peter Port displaying my belly to the world.   I returned home a new person. Clive: The first five or six months of Nick's pregnancy were not easy for Sarah and I to watch.   We both really felt for him as he had morning sickness really badly for quite some time.   At the beginning of March his small cute belly really started growing big time and you could see he was getting really shy about his size.   I noticed when he came to the gym the stares he got from others.   As he is a really shy sort of person, I could see why he would feel so embarassed about his gut.  It didn't do a lot for me either.   Once he got over the morning sickness, he has looked really well.  He always has a good colour now and looks really fit. And I have to confess that I had very mixed feelings myself.   Professionally, I didn't like this well-gutted guy coming to me for personal training, but as Nick got bigger, he got sexier.   I loved the cycle he went through of his shirts being loose, then getting tight across his gut and then him buying some new ones that were losse again which all too quickly got tight again.   Nick hated it even though Sarah and I were really supportive and genuinely liked his shape.   He would wear tight shirts for us, but got hugely upset one Sunday lunch when he was in a shirt that was a bit snug.   It was, I think, the first time he had got to the tight shirt stage - it was Easter weekend.   It wasn't really tight - at least when he arrived - but Nick ate a huge lunch -which we always encouraged as he is eating for 4 and burst two buttons off his shirt.   Sarah laughed but Nick burst into tears saying how much he hated his body - that he was like a beached whale and all that kind of thing.  I worried at the time what the next five months were going to be like.   After all he was getting big, even then. However, Sarah and I were more concerned about his mental health.   Not that we were in any way going to suggest the pregnancy was terminated.  On that level we were determined to see this through, even if it meant Nick suffering.   We had a quiet word with his doctor about it who recommended this place on Guernsey.  The doc explained to us that several of the guys suffer the same thing and a week alone on Guernsey at this particular hotel has alwasy done the trick.  And it did the trick for Nick too.   He is a transformed person who now really enjoys his pregnant body. ME: Thursday 5th September Sorry I have not updated for a while.   There is no reason really, except not having to go to work makes you lazy.   It also has a wierd effect on the mind.   Not only do I have food cravings, but I get erotic ones too, even though they aren't directly involved with sex.   So months ago I started getting a really short haircut - a No 2 or sometimes shorter.  Now I have a craving for a big tattoo over my belly.  It think this would be really hot but haven't had it done in case it damages the babies.   YOu read such terrible things about hepatitis and tattoos.   I have been so sexually alive since I got pregnant, though I am far too big now to do much about it.   All this time to think makes it worse. I was sprung back into action yesterday as I am still going to my day release management school.   The rest of my class were all amazed to see me yesterday as they hadn't seen me all summer and I have grown a bit since I last saw them.   I have stopped driving now as it is getting too awkward, so have to go on the bus which is a pain.  The college is the other side of town so I have to change buses half way. The class have been really cool with my pregnancy since I told them.  I didn't get around to doing it until after I came back from Guernsey and had more confidence.   Up to that point, I didn't really hang out with them.  Then I started to hang out with them and told them straight away.  I got a bit of joshing but all done kindly (I hope) and they were pleased that I was pregnant.  They thought there was something wrong with me to get a gut like that.   They took the micky out of me for working in Mothercare but hey, that is all part of the fun. Today is my due date, but there is no sign of anything yet.   I had a check up on Tuesday (more bus rides) and everything is fine, but the birth doesn't look imminent.   I love being this big and carrying a big belly around.   I love squeezing onto full buses with people trying to move out the way for my belly.   Mind you, my now fullsome butt gets pinched quite a lot these days in such situations and a lot of people feel they have the right to touch my gravid belly. They have been doing that for some time.   When I was still trying to hide my belly (how futile was that when I think back?) I used to hate it.   Once I had got more confidence in my size I have begun to enjoy it.   I am lucky enough to live very close to the sea, and I really enjoy walking along the sea front either with a T shirt stretched across my belly or topless.   I get some wonderful looks and it is suprising how many people touch it.   I like to think that my increasingly bubble butt is attractive too especially in the black lycra shorts I like to wear on such occasions. I increasingly go naked where I can, not least because it is getting so damn hard to get down to my feet to get anything like pants over them.   Of course, I don't go out in public like that.  I might get arrested for a start.   Maybe I should try it, just to see what the police might do with a pregnant dude!! People often ask if I get back ache.  I do a bit especially if I have been standing around for a while, but it soon goes if I sit or lie down.   Thanks to the workout routine I don't suffer too much.   I still go to the gym three times a week, though I move about it far more slowly these days. Thur 19th September Still no sign of my babies arriving though it must be soon.  Surely I can't get much bigger than I am now.   I have just had my daily waddle down to the sea front.  I like the sea air and all that goes on with the sea.   The people down there seem to like looking at my belly.  I came back via the supermarket.  I still find it wierd after all this time pushing a trolley with all this gut out in front of me.   I usually use the disabled check out as it is wider.   The normal ones don't seem to have room for all for me and the trolley.  As it is, it is awkward getting stuff out of the bottom of the deep trolleys as I have to reach in sideways.   Needless to say that I go to the supermarket often as I have four to feed. NOt much else has been happening.  It's just a case of waiting for D day.   Clive took me out in his classic car -  a lovely old sports car - to give me some enjoyment.  I love that car.  It really goes and has a great sound to it.  UNfortunately it is very low.   It is quite difficult for me to get in, but getting out has now got very undignified!.   I don't think I shall be doing that again before the birth. The trip brought back to mind the canal holiday we all had in August; S & C and Simon and his family.  I now know why they call them narrow boats.   They are very narrow when you are nearly nine months pregnant.   It was very relaxing but I did find it hard to get comfortable.   I couldn't fit behind the table to eat, the shower was proposterously small and I had to reverse into the loo to sit down as once I was in there I couldn't turn round.   And all the corridors on the boat were too narrow.   Actually I found the whole experience very sexy. Clive: Nick has been great in the latter part of his pregnancy.  He is really enjoying it now despite the fact that he is mega huge.    I am so grateful that he is doing this and not me.  I should hate to be that size.    I nearly got him stuck in my classic car last Saturday.   He couldn't get his knees up past his belly to get out so I had to kinda drag him out.  He must be approaching 280lb now so it was no mean feat. I should have realised really.  He had enough trouble on the narrow boat holiday in August.  It was just not built for someone his size.   Every time he stepped on it from the shore the boat rocked because he has got so heavy.   Nick said he enjoyed the holiday, but I don't see how he can have done. Sarah and I are on edge now as the due date has past, and I know others have been four weeks late, so there is time to go yet, but we can't wait for the birth.  The suspense is killing us!   Nick doesn't seem that bothered by it and seems to take one day at a time.   We have offered for him to stay here, which we would prefer really as we can keep an eye on him, but he prefers his independence.  He assures us that he will let us know when he goes into labour. ME: Tuesday 1st October I woke up last Saturday 'not feeling right'.  I couldn't exactly put my finger on it and I didn't feel ill or anything, just a bit more uncomfortable than normal.   Anyway, I went off shopping as I usually did on a Saturday morning.  The surprise came as I was walking home and my water broke all over the pavement.   There seemed to be gallons of it but thankfully there was no one much around to see it.   I remained quite calm and got home and cleaned up a bit, put my shopping all away before phoning S & C.  It was Clive who answered who went into overdrive, saying I should get to the hospital immediately, till I reminded him that I hadn't had any contractions yet. The first contraction hit about lunchtime.   I can honestly say that I have never felt anything like it.  It was so painful but somehow it gave me a good feeling.  They were very sporadic for a few hours and then towards the end of the afternoon they got more regular.   All this time Clive kept phoning to see how I was.  At about 4 pm I suggested they come and pick me up to go to the hospital. It was to be another 24 hours before the first baby was born.   It was pretty exhausting going through all that.  I thought the contractions would never end.  The wierd thing was, if you can have such a thing as 'good pain' this was it and while it really hurt, I found it a fulfilling kind of pain.  It would be too much to say that I enjoyed it but it kinda gave me a sense of pleasure after it had passed. It is only when you are in situations like this that you realise how stupid people are who design facilities for a specific purpose.   For instance, we spent quite a lot of time in the cafeteria, which I found quite uncomfortable because the tables and chairs were all the immovable sort bolted to the floor - and you've guessed it - I couldn't fit between the chair and the table.   I know I was big (well huge!) but honestly! Anyway, things didn't really get going birth-wise until Sunday afternoon, by which time I was pretty tired.   Giving birth is painful - sooo painful.   I thought I was giving birth to an elephant.   All that pushing - I thought my entire insides were going to come out.    The first two were born dead, one at about 4 pm, the next nearly four hours later.   The third came much later in the early hours of Monday.  Waiting for her to arrive was excruiating as we didn't want her to be born dead too.   But Chloe was born fit and well at 2.13 a.m much to all our relief. What an ordeal that was, but it was worth it if only to seen the raptuous joy on the faces of S & C.   And I have to say, that I so enjoyed being pregnant once I had got over the fact that everyone was looking at me.   Just at present my body looks a bit of a mess, but I am sure I can soon get that back.  I am walking on air just now as my body became 90lb lighter with the births, though I am a lot heavier than the 130lb I was before all this began.   Would I do it again?   Too right I would.

[ecto-stone]

DP Paranormal AU

-DP but it contain more then just ghost.

-Where Fenton Clans throught history have alway been involved with Paranormal Activity.  -The Fenton Clans line end few decade ago After the Killing and bannishing the soul of a Powerful Vampire to the Unworld which utimately end with the distruction of the entire Fenton Clans known at that point along with their Document and Record of paranormal enity throught history. -By a Miracle one last blood line Young Jack Fenton survived. And like any Fenton man he develop interest in paranormal mainly Ghost. And want to prove their existence through science. -Along with his two friend Vlad and Maddie they created the proto portal. But due to fatal error in calculation the portal didn’t open it supposed destination it mafuntion and blash full forced what ever the hell is behind the proto gate into Jack poor friend face,Vlad who happened to stand right infront of the portal. Leaving the young man face serverly burn and boiling with ecto acne....It a miracle that he didn’t die.

+Added lore Earth getting distroyed won’t affect Ghost Zone at all , Ghost Zone is univeral scale that exist along side Living realm. +Halfa <Ghost Zone kind-Danny> is a living Bridge between world, there for as Danny get Stronger he will get the ability to freely travel between Living World and Ghost Zone without the need of using the portal down basement. +Cult like acient method of ghost contain or summon exist here <Vlad recoved and collect remaining Record of Fenton Clans and Paranormal history as a whole. Master Clan also have history of Paranormal involment but it fall off after what happened to Fenton Clan> +Halfa <Unworld kind -Vlad> can make portal to go in and out < closing it included>Unworld if they got strong enough. Upon their death can caused Unworld portal to open directly where they die <if they are emotionally distressed at the point of their “death”> +Halfa Death is more of a mental flip of a coin , they are in theory immortal. As killing one woud caused Two soul half that exist within their body to switch states . <whisper Halfa have two core>

[architectuul]

Saving Hotel Podgorica: Who, if not Architects?

Hotel Podgorica, one of the most important modernist buildings in the capital of Montenegro, has never been recognized as an important cultural heritage which, by all accounts, it is. A local group of activist architects is committed to changing that.

Hotel Podgorica in the 1980s   | Photo © Podgorički cikotići

Podgorica is a very young – and a very new – capital city. Young because the capital of Montenegro was moved there from Cetinje, the old royal base, only after World War 2; new because World War 2 brought about such destruction that, once the war ended, the city had to be built anew, almost from the scratch. Rebuilt within a new country, Yugoslavia, and under a new name, Titograd, today’s Podgorica still exhibits the modernist principles and structures of 20th-century urbanism and architecture which shaped and accentuated the cityscape. This heritage is undoubtedly precious; also, it has undoubtedly been systematically neglected and eaten away by the unhinged and poorly regulated urban development of the postsocialist decades. One of the victims of this process has been Hotel Podgorica.

Hotel Podgorica has been built into the riverbank before other parts of the contemporary city of Podgorica (1970). | Photo © Podgorički cikotići

Hotel Podgorica was built in 1967, at the time when the city government was looking for new ways to include the Morača riverbank into the nascent urban fabric. The winner of the public architectural competition was Svetlana Kana Radević, whose project succeeded in joining together the modernist tendencies of Yugoslavian architecture with Montenegrin building traditions, all while respecting the specific location of this building site. Once the hotel was constructed, it inspired awe and glowing reviews from all over Yugoslavia. In the distinguished professional magazine Arhitektura Urbanizam, Zoran Petrović wrote about “real joy, to encounter such accomplishment, which stands out from the grayness of our architectural everyday life, to come into contact with the work which escaped the mediocre, which wanted to say something new and which was absolutely successful in doing so[…]”. The building was a Montenegrin contender for the Federal Borba Prize for Architecture, the most prestigious architectural recognition in Yugoslavia, and it won. Svetlana Kana Radević became the first and only Montenegrin architect to receive this award, as well as the youngest laureate to ever accomplish such a feat; she was 29. She was also the first and only woman presented with this prestigious prize.

Hotel Podgorica  | Photo © Arhitektura urbanizam, Vol. 45–46, Beograd 1967

The terrace in 1979 | Photo © Podgorički cikotići

Main facade towards the river. | Photo © Archive Svetlana Kana Radević

Much has been written about the building of the hotel Podgorica since – it has definitely been one of the most researched objects of modern architecture in Montenegro. It was presented at Venice Biennale in 2004 and it was shown in the much-lauded MoMA exhibition on Yugoslavian architecture in 2018. Throughout this time the building has been deteriorating, unrecognized as architectural and cultural heritage by the Montenegrin institutions – hence, unprotected from the unprofessional repairs and reconstructions.

In 2004, the same year it was presented in Venice within the project Montenegrin Eco-logic Lab: Interfaces Between Architecture and Environment, it was privatized: the new owner, Normal Tours Company, bought it from the state for 840.000€ and went on to renovate the building in 2005, altering the original design in the process, especially the interior. The harm that was inflicted did not go unnoticed in the professional community, but the action was rather slow. Finally, Hotel Podgorica was nominated for protection and preservation in 2012 by the non-government organisation Architecture Forum, together with 47 other buildings deemed to be among the most valuable pieces of 20th century architecture in Montenegro. The list, along with the description of the most distinguishing features of each of these objects, was submitted to the Ministry of Culture. However, the response never arrived, and another few years had passed until the condition of Hotel Podgorica and its surroundings captured the attention of the wider public.

The interior of Hotel Podgorica in the 1970s | Photo © Podgorički cikotići

Hotel Podgorica was presented in Venice Biennale in 2004, as part of Serbia and Montenegro Pavilion

Towards the end of the 2015, the construction works started right next to the hotel walls; it turned out that a new office tower was to be built in a proximity and at the scale which would be distructive both for the hotel building and for its harmonious riverbank surroundings. This new development was outlined by the 2012 detailed urban plan for the area, but the proper public discussion, including expert analysis and media reports, happened only after the ground was broken and the construction of the tower became apparent and imminent. In the week following the start of the works 14 young architects signed a letter explaining the extent of devastation that is about to happen if the original plans are permitted to materialize. The letter was widely shared and reprinted, and in the following days the news of new construction threatening Hotel Podgorica have spread through social media and provoked wider action aimed at criticizing and stopping the project.

A group of young architects, most of whom have gathered around the letter of protest, started a Facebook group which they named KANA, short for the rhetorical question of “Ko ako ne arhitekt?”, meaning “Who if Not Architect?”. The name draws attention to the importance of having architects stand up against the destructive urban development policies and for the preservation of architectural heritage, and honours Svetlana Kana Radević, whose most famous work these young architects in action were trying to protect. Facebook group gained traction and got public attention, making it easier to disseminate information about the plans for further activities.

Invitation to the protest: come have a coffee! | Design © Srdja Dragović 

The first such activity was to publish the manifest detailing the expert attitude of the KANA group regarding the new construction, along with their requests: to secure the status of the cultural heritage of the highest order for Hotel Podgorica; to set the exact borders of the territory surrounding the building, which should also be protected as cultural heritage; to abolish the urban plan which permitted the new construction, and to stop the construction process immediately. This proclamation was followed by a short protest walk of around 60 students of architecture, from the Faculty of Architecture to Hotel Podgorica, where they were joined by a group of citizens supporting the cause, and where the demands of the KANA group were reiterated. While promoting the protest, the organizers actually invited citizens of Podgorica to “come have a coffee at the hotel,”  teasing at the same time the proverbial inaction of Podgorica students and the general lack of protest activity in the city, and pointing towards the obvious and cynical necessity to consume in order to access the building which should be designated as cultural heritage. Support and endorsement of the cause came from numerous established architects, NGOs, public figures, intellectuals, as well as from political parties and associations. Docomomo International supported the effort as well. 

The protest in December 2015  | Photo © KANA/Ko ako ne arhitekt

The construction of the new office tower, January 2017 | Photo © KANA/Ko ako ne arhitekt

For the entire next year, KANA group continued the action towards achieving the goals they outlined and publicized with this protest - to protect the hotel, and halt the construction of the tower which was already, ominously, starting to grow in its immediate vicinity. The evidence which the group gathered by analyzing the planning documents and building permits were substantial enough for the Urbanism Inspection to suggest revoking the building permit for the tower, and for the Administrative Court to rule in favor of this suggestion. However, the City of Podgorica took no action, and the building was soon completed. In a parallel process, the initiative the group submitted to the Ministry of Culture in 2015 – aimed at protecting the hotel building and its surrounding area, as the two form a historical, architectural, visual and functional whole – was not accepted. At the time, the Ministry explained the decision by stating that their experts have already started working on the elaborate on the valorization of cultural values of the Hotel Podgorica and that this building will “soon” get the status of the protected cultural property. This was almost five years ago; the status remains unchanged.

Hotel Podgorica and its surroundings today  | Photo © Lazar Pejović

This November, to mark 83 years since the birth and 20 years since the death of Svetlana Kana Radević, KANA/Ko ako ne arhitekt group has submitted another initiative to the Ministry of Culture, requesting once again for the building to be recognized as the cultural heritage and for its integrity to be protected. This action was inspired by several recent developments, which neatly illustrate how political and economic changes and global and local flows have the power to swiftly change and shape our urban environments. Namely, a couple of months ago the hotel was sold to a new private owner whose plans for the building are still unknown but might involve substantial changes to the structure –  especially if the owner decides not to continue using the building for the hotel business, largely unprofitable during the global pandemic. If the hotel remains unprotected, the building might be further damaged, or even destroyed; hence, it is necessary to establish the protection as soon as possible. A factor that might influence the process is the recent election victory of the Montenegrin opposition, which means the state’s government is about to change, and the new ministry in charge of cultural heritage might be more sympathetic towards this initiative. It is encouraging that, apart from the architects and researchers, this time the initiative was also signed by the leaders of the new majority in the Montenegrin Parliament. This also, hopefully, indicates that the new Government might handle the issues related to spatial development, urban planning and built heritage in a more studious and serious manner.

The struggle to protect Hotel Podgorica was started by KANA group five years ago and it is still ongoing. Much has changed in the meantime, including the active group membership, to which I also joined in 2017. One aspect, however, stays the same: since 2015, KANA group works to bring the conversation about the urban problems to the broader audience, to equip citizens with information and understanding of the sources and effects of these problems, and to help local communities advocate for their spatial rights. We will continue to do so. Meanwhile, here’s a bold suggestion: let’s return Hotel Podgorica to public ownership and transform it into a space for thinking and conversing about the architecture, urbanism, the issues of spatial development, and the right to the city.

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By Sonja Dragović

[josefavomjaaga]

Helfert, Joachim Murat, Chapter 6, Part 3

We left with Murat kinda hiding in the open on Corsica while fantasizing about sneaking into the royal palace of Naples.

A flicker of prudence came over him when he decided to send one of his confidants, Simone Cambruschini from Bastia, who was to visit Elba and Naples: there to contact General Dalesme, the commandant of the French garrison left behind by Napoleon; here to obtain information about the prevailing mood in the city and the country. But weeks would pass before the messenger could return with his news, and was Murat, once his head was on fire, the man to bide his time?

Elsewhere in Europe, it was not known for a long time what had become of the ex-king. On 23 July, London papers had brought the news that he had left Toulon, but they did not know where he had gone. Some thought he had gone to Tunis, and Murat himself had helped to spread this rumour; others had him sailing for America; the third wanted to know that he was near Paris, in Fontainebleau, in Compiègne. According to still other rumours, he was lying near Lyon - the country house of the president of the Court of Appeal was called Vouti - mortally ill from wounds he had received, or was wandering about on land or at sea.

Here, again, there is a somewhat cryptic source in a footnote:

M*** Vie de Joa. Murat p. 95 f., probably written in September, at any rate before the bloody drama in Pizzo: "Murat ne parait pas s'être éloigné de la Provence"; he is said to have spent some time in Antibes and then been in Toulon, "enfermé avec divers corps armés qui, comprimant le voeu bien prononcé du peuple, méconnaissaient encore l'autorité du Roi ... Il erre maintenant dans des montagnes déguisé sous des vêtements communs et suivi, dit-on, de deux seuls domestiques". The "Journal du Departement du Var", on the other hand, brought the news that Murat, who had pretended to be a naval officer named Campomele, had been recognised and arrested on his arrival in Bastia.

The text continues:

In the meantime, without paying attention to such groundless talk, diplomacy in Paris dealt with the future fate of the dethroned king. According to a document signed by Prince Metternich on September 1st, Emperor Franz offered him admission and protection in his states, provided that he accepted a private title, possibly the one chosen by his wife, and undertook not to leave his place of residence without first obtaining the consent of the emperor. A passport for him was also issued on the 7th under that name "von Lipona", "in order to go from southern France to Trieste", by the Imperial and Royal Court Chancellor Count Mercy, signed by the English envoy Lord Steward.... It was previously related that Colonel Maceroni, whom Murat had sent from Toulon to the Duke of Wellington, had been arrested in Paris; the latter was now brought out of his custody and entrusted with the task of delivering the two documents to his former king and master. Maceroni left without delay for the south, where it was already known that Murat had succeeded in escaping to Corsica, and that is where the colonel went in the second half of September, first to Bastia.

In Naples, too, people were not only aware of Murat's presence in Corsica at this time, they also suspected that he was up to no good against the kingdom. Perhaps it was precisely Lambruschini's mission, whose appearance and covert reconnaissance could not have escaped the attention of the police, that caused the first unrest in Neapolitan government circles. Lambruschini had reached Porto-Ferrajo on September 1st at a time when General Dalesme, in accordance with an agreement concluded with the Tuscan troops, was about to evacuate the island. The first part of his mission had thus come to an end and only the second remained: to find out the prevailing mood for the ex-king on the Italian mainland. Consequently, he had gone to Livorno, to Florence, to Rome, September 8 to 11, where he endeavoured to put his travel documents into order so as to be able to sneak into Naples. It is certain that both in the capital and in Gaëta, still occupied by Lauer's troops, fears were harboured in the second half of September about Murat's activities in Corsica and from Corsica. On the 18th, our envoy had a lengthy discussion on this matter with the King, to whom he advised: first, to have several larger warships cruise along the most exposed stretches of coast from Gaëta to Terracina, then along the Calabrian shores; second, to reinforce the garrison of Gaëta with Sicilian troops; third, to have the forts of Naples provisioned for at least a fortnight. It does not appear, however, that these precautionary measures were carried out in any great hurry; at least there was no sign of frigates crossing the coasts for a long time. On the other hand, the Minister Medici sent a trusted man, Ignazio Carabelli, in a hurry to Corsica, from where he was a native, with the order to approach Murat and to talk him out of any hostile enterprise against King Ferdinand.

Lambruschini did not arrive in Naples until September 28th, where he had secret talks with both General Filangieri and the banquier Falconet, both of whom implored him to leave the city as quickly as possible, since the police could track him and them down and the mood in the country was such that his patron should not entertain any favourable expectations. At this, Lambruschini, after barely a four-day stay in Naples, left for Rome again, with the firm resolution to dissuade the king in the strongest possible terms from carrying out his foolhardy plan.

But in the meantime everything had changed on Corsica. Verrière had retreated to the Citadelle in the face of Murat's daily growing number of followers and, on September 15, issued an appeal in which he called Murat a "disturber of the peace", an "agitator" and called on the loyal followers of King Louis to take up arms and be ready to march out against the high-treasonous gatherings in Vescovato.

Now Murat too believed that he should no longer delay. On the 17th, he set off with his men from their previous base, but not to Bastia, but over mountains and valleys in short marches to Ajaccio. On the 20th they camped for the night in Bogognano, from where Murat sent General Franceschetti on ahead to Ajaccio to hire vehicles in the harbour for the crossing, but also to find money and bills of exchange, as the funds he had taken with him on his escape from Naples were running out. It was also in Bogognano that Murat dictated into the pen of his secret scribe a very verbose manifesto, which he intended to distribute on entering the soil of his kingdom. "Neapolitans," it said, among other things, 'do not fear that the allied powers will arm themselves anew against your king. Your Joachim never abdicated. A military failure could not make him lose the crown of Naples. By regaining his throne, he only imitates the example of the sovereigns who have regained theirs. The Emperor of Austria, who, misled as to the true policy of the Cabinet of Naples, and thinking that your Joachim was in agreement with Napoleon, has overtaken him with such a disastrous war, will again become his ally, do not doubt it." He spoke of his conciliatory disposition, with a scarcely veiled sidelong glance at Ferdinand who, as his courtiers had always told him, was nothing but a hateful tyrant: "Your King does not speak to you of forgiveness, you have never offended him, he rather renews the oath he made to you in former times: to make you happy. He will not be like those who pause only for the moment with their revenge, in order then to allow it to shoot the reins all the more freely". This was followed by outbursts at Ferdinand's letter to Bianchi, in which Murat's troops were spoken of in a contemptuous manner, at the treaty of May 20: "the castle of Casa Lanza, this monument to Ferdinand's disgrace, shall be razed to the ground, and Ferdinand, who has called your brave army covered with glory a bunch of enemy bands, shall be declared by the nation unworthy to govern it and deprived of the throne!"

Sometimes I wonder if these men, as they had grown up in the army, simply were mistaken about the little importance military matters had for most civilians, particularly in times when everybody was so war-weary. I do not think many people outside the army were ready to rise up against a king because he had talked badly about the army.

But seeing how so many people actually tried to save Murat’s life, with him actively working towards his own distruction, is heartbreaking.

[talkaboutmadd]

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[writing-with-olive]

Ways to start writing every day

I’ve been writing for a few years now, and early on, I would write for a few days at a time, and then I’d abandon my work for months at a time and not write. During the beginnings of Project Toxin, my main WIP, I went three months without writing a word. And while missing a day or two is okay, especially if you’ve got mental health stuff that day (do not ignore your mental health), at least for me, there was this guilt that would grow worse and worse when I wasn’t writing. Somehow, that made it harder to write. There was a sense of “well I’ve screwed up by not writing, and I know I should be writing, but it’s not worth it now.” Which, by the way, is flawed reasoning. Below are some tips that I’ve discovered are useful to write every day, or at least 30 days of the month.

Coming out of writers block

1) Watch videos or listen to podcasts with writing advice.

I’ve found this effective because there’s that sense of “oh, I want to try that.” You’re not actually forcing yourself to write at this exact moment, and even if that seems counterproductive, it does take some of the stress off. Think about it; writing a book is frequently described as running a literary marathon. You can’t just jump up from the couch one day and go do it. You’ve got to get into the right mindset, and you have to be ready to do it. Seeking out inspiration is one of those steps to get you back into it. 

2) Open up your writing document/notebook and read the last chapter

You don’t have to write, but open up your WIP and just read the stuff at the end, or if you’ve got the time/willpower for it, read the whole thing. A lot of times, procrastination - and writer’s block - is the fear or aversion to starting. It’s that first step that’s hard. So make it easier on yourself. Make the first step as approachable as you can. It might feel like you need to be strict with yourself, but going back to writing after writer’s block is all about easing back into it.

3) Do a writing sprint about your story

Set a timer for however long you like: five minutes, seven, ten, fifteen, twenty. Then during that time, write about your story. Things you like, don’t like. Why you haven’t been writing. Don’t stop. Don’t filter yourself. A lot of times, writer’s block is filled with a distructive sense of guilt - a distructive sense of “I need to be writing but I can’t so I won’t.” Getting all of these feelings on paper can help you distance yourself from those thoughts and put things into better perspective. The writing about your story itself can also give you new ideas about where you want to go, and where you feel like you’ve been. If you don’t have a WIP, then you can write about stories that you want to write. Or ideas that you think are cool.

Sticking with writing

1) Set up a reward/negative outcome system for writing

People tend to fall into one of two catagories: people who are motivated by reward, and people who are motivated by punishment. For me personally, I’m easily motivated by reward, but punishment never really makes that big of an impact. I also know people who are the other way around. Think about your past life experience, and think about what’s more motivating to you. 

If you’re a reward motivated person, come up with rewards that you get for doing certain amounts of writing. Maybe you get to watch an extra episode of your favorite show if you get your daily wordcount. Maybe achievement in a day is cumulative; for every x number of words, you get another ten minutes of your favorite video game. If you don’t think that you’re going to be able to follow through (ie you think that yo’re going to be prone to grabbing the reward anyway regardless of your writing), let a friend or partner or sibling know what’s going on; maybe have them take away whatever thing it is until you’ve completed your goal. Make the thing a legitimate reward.

If you’re a punishment motivated person, think about things that you enjoy. Those things are now going to be taken away if you don’t write enough. Maybe you enjoy it when your partner gives you a shoulder massage. If you don’t write, you don’t get a shoulder massage. Make sure that whatever thing is on the line is not going to negatively affect your mental health. Don’t take away things like food in general (though taking away a specific type is fine), water, sleep or physical activity. If you don’t write enough and you don’t let yourself have these things, it’s only going to keep you from writing more.

2) Celebrate your wins and successes

If you’ve passed a writing milestone, celebrate. It can be big, but it doesn’t have to be. Acknowleging that you’ve completed something can be enough. It shows that you’re getting somewhere, and sometimes progress itself can be good inspiration.

3) Make sure you’ve got a setup that works for you

Some people need to write at the same time every day. Other people just need a certain location and a cup of tea. Others need certain sounds or levels of organization. Figure out what works for you, and set that up. This might also include what processer you prefer writing with. Make sure you’ve got the setup that helps you write the most successfully, and that puts you into a positive mindset.

4) Seek out inspiration

Inspiration is great for writers, but it’s not always reliable when it will hit you. So seek it out. Are there specific types of videos or images that get you into your story? Are there places where you like to stop and hang out? Books or shows that get your gears turning? Many people also say they have their best ideas on their commutes or in their shower, and this is because you’re most creative when you’re relaxed. When you’re commuting or taking a shower, you’re more relaxed in general, allowing this sort of inspiration to appear seemingly out of nowhere.

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So what might this look like?

For me, I’m a person who’s not in the middle of writer’s block, so I would skip to the second section. I’ve discovered that I’m more reward oriented, so I focus on setting up things to work toward, rather than things to work away from. I use a site called 4thewords.com, which is a site that gamifies writing, where the goal is to defeat monsters by writing words. The reward I get is the satisfaction that comes from defeating monsters and finishing quests. I celebrate a lot of my successes by talking to my family about them (they’re supportive), posting about it here on tumblr, and letting myself play extra rounds of video games. The setup that works for me is whenever I get a chance, I grab my laptop, turn on some music, and write on 4thewords. For inspiration I look for how-to videos and I do things that let my mind wander. Overall, I haven’t missed more than two days in the last four or five months.

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[splitmass]

Wow, I hate people who gossip (spread rumors), assume the standpoint of others, and try to tell a story without both sides. It gets on my ever living last nerve and I'm tired of people assuming, gossiping, and not knowing both sides of my friend @mrpawdraw . First off, he is a well respected individual in my community of artists, animators, and video game designers, and I reached out with open arms when I hurd "The news". I was recently informed that @mrpawdraw was drawing "stolen characters", and NSFW of young individuals. And yes, I can see how that could be scary and or creepy or weird but you also have to know the other side. @mrpawdraw had a wonderful discord community together with wonderful people of all ages and he decided that people might like the idea of their drawing to be disrobed so he made a NSFW channel, with a age restricted lock on it, and with that said. You MUST accept a document stating that you are of the age 18+ so it was never @mrpawdraw 's fault that he wanted a place where people could draw "nude". I can also assure you that he was not the only artist drawing NSFW. So as the story was told, a minor (young individual) was invited into the discord to be part of a wonderful artistic cartoon community and in theory the "kid" got past the 18+ lock and was shown "cartoon drawings" of nude art. Obviously they weren't surprised or appalled by it since they kept on working with the community. Until @popfizzles got invited was when total distruction happened. He entered the discord and looks through pretty hard to find a young individual in the NSFW chat and "from what I hurd" immediately left and blocked the integrity of the discord and @mrpawdraw . Now it might just be me but there is a point in everyone's life where you accidentally stumble upon an unholy website on a computer. For me personally was at age 11 but I'm not broken or scared or even worried. Its life, and to make the fact even worse on @popfizzles part, not to be a total Chad but, They were cartoon drawings!.... saying that's worse than anime or IRL is insane. But to go back to the beginning, @mrpawdraw would never mean to steal an artist's work without at least giving the original artist credibility and or asking for permission. And he also didn't know the kid was not of age. That is my opinion and I'm going to stick by it. If you read the whole story, thank you and have a wonderful day my friends. Also I'm sorry for calling you out @popfizzles but it had to be done for the toxicity sake. 💙

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