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[enviromentalnut]

Dryden Ont domtar mill site, if you follow the clouds of smoke in the wind you can see they will mix up in the air… what is coming out of each one…

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[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“M’Naughton Visits Toronto War Plants,” Toronto Star. February 27, 1942. Page 3. ---- Civilian Scientists His Companions on Swift, Fact-Finding Tour ---- TRIP ALL BUSINESS ---- By GORDON SINCLAIR Looking slim, wiry, and in the pink of condition, the commander-in-chief of Canada’s armies at home and in the field, Lieut.-General Andrew McNaughton, reached Toronto today.

It was the first visit of the O.C. Canada since Toronto’s troops of the first division marched away to war in December, 1939.

Typical of this visit was the fact that the commander was accompanied by no military staff beyond his aide-de-camp, Lieut.-Col. N. E. Rodger. Instead, he was accompanied by two civilian-scientists, Dean C. Jack Mackenzie, acting president of the National Research Council, and J. V. Young, assistant master-general of ordnance. General McNaughton himself was peacetime president of the National Research Council and is still head of that organization on lease to the army.

The general and his compact party will inspect arms and military plants in the Toronto area today and Saturday.

Works Seven-day Week Working a seven-day week schedule, he will visit heavy arms plants in Hamilton, Sunday, Windsor Monday, and then got to the officers’ training camp at Brockville Tuesday.

The commander-in-chief reached Toronto in lonely silence. There were no delegations to meet him. On another track, while the general was eating a light breakfast, a Chinese party headed by Dr. T. V. Soong, arrived in the presence of a guard of honor headed by Major-General C. F. Constantine and Air Commodore Brooks. This party was driven away in a procession of cars decorated with the Union Jack and the red, white, and blue of republican China. General McNaughton, in a small khaki staff car...sporting the pennant of the commanding general of all forces...drove without escort to the Leaside plant of the Research Enterprises Ltd. This is the government-owned-and-operated factory building in which necessities of war and peace which were never before made in this dominion are produced.

The general who yesterday promoted Lieut.-Col. W. S. Rutherford, 34, to command of the Stormont, Dundas and Glengarry Highlanders...making him the youngest lieutenant-colonel in the Canadian army ... was met by Lieut.-Col. W. Eric Phillips who was one of the youngest Canadian lieutenant-colonels in the last war and who is a plant executive.

Examines New Plant The group toured the plant to examine the many optical units being designed and assembled there. These include prisms of various types for tanks and other armored vehicles, telescopes, range finders, binoculars and many magnifying units.

Typical of the way Canada’s industrial effort is going ahead is the fact that this combined laboratory, factory and foundry was neglected bushland when the general first went overseas to this war. Today it employs more than 2,000 skilled hands and is adding to this number weekly.

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[matan4il]

Daily update post:

I have to start this one with the sad news that the hero who saved others by stopping the terrorist yesterday, despite being stabbed in several places (including in the neck), has passed away. His name was Uri Moyal, he was 51 years old, he leaves behind a wife and three kids. Yesterday, the number of wounded was still not fully clear, today it's confirmed that in addition to Uri, the terrorist managed to injure 2 more people. In the pic below you can see Uri holding up a lifetime achievement award. At his funeral today, his daughter Sapir mourned him: "Thank you for being a dad, who was also a teacher for life. There is no one who knew you and didn't fall in love with you."

The German press has reported (so far I've only managed to find this English source) that this week, the antisemitic, genocidal slogan "From the river to the sea" has been found painted in Arabic on the site of the 1972 kidnapping and massacre of 11 Israeli athletes by Palestinian terrorists. I'll point out that recently, the grandson of one of the murdered athletes was attacked (he had several bones in his face broken) in Berlin by an Arab anti-Israel activist.

A terrorist attack was prevented from happening, when two Palestinians, carrying a big knife and a sword, were arrested on their way to a Jewish community in the middle of the night. They're currently being questioned.

After Canada and Sweden, now Australia has also announced that it will renew its funding of UNRWA. I may sound like a broken record, but this is morally broken. They KNOW that UN agency is complicit in countless crimes of helping anti-Jewish hate and violence, the IDF evidence uncovered thanks to the war are just the tip of the iceberg when we're actually talking about decades of complicity, and resuming the funding without any changes, without even an investigation into this being completed, means these countries don't even care about looking as if they care about Jewish and Israeli lives. It's beyond ccontemptible. So. Canada, Sweden and now Australia, whenever these countries' heads tell you that they care about human rights, know that this includes, "but not for Jews."

And because I mentioned the long, long complicity of UNRWA (and many in charge of or dealing with it), here's the CEO of the NGO UN Watch explaining it better than most can, because they have been working for years on calling attention to the wrongdoing of UNRWA:

There's this common lie spread by the anti-Israel crowd, that everything was just peachy between Jews and Muslim in the Middle East, until Zionism came along. This is a blatant erasure of repeated discrimination, persecution, forced conversions, expulsions and massacres perpetrated against Jews living in Muslim majority countries for centuries. The ethnic cleansing of the entire Middle East of Jews (other than in Israel) is only the climax of that long history of antisemitism under Muslim rule, exactly like the Holocaust is just the climax of the long history of antisemitism under Christian European rule. And yesterday, I came across another reminder.

I was listening to an interview with Rabbi Abraham Cooper, an American rabbi, about the discrimination he had recently suffered during a trip to Saudi Arabia. I'd read the headlines, but hearing him tell it in his own words (in amazing Hebrew, might I add) really drove it home. He was heading a US delegation meant to inspect the state of religious freedom in Saudi Arabia, when he gets a phone call from the Saudi Ministry of Foreign Affairs, telling him that the Saudis have laws which must be respected, and which dictate that no one but "the members of our religion" (meaning, Muslims) can walk around publicly displaying signs of their religious identity. In other words, Rabbi Cooper was told to remove his kippah (the head cover religious Jews wear). Rabbi Cooper asked the official on the phone, whether he was sure, and tried arguing against this decision. When the demand was reaffirmed, Rabbi Cooper responded that he wouldn't take off his kippah for the Soviets decades ago, and he wouldn't be taking it off for the Saudis, either. That meant he had to leave, and so the delegation had to end its visit. This isn't a small incident of anti-Jewish discrimination in the 1930's, in an Arab country where no one would even bat an eye at that. This is a Saudi official, speaking to an American Jew, in 2024, during an official visit, meant to check the state of religious freedom in that country, while Saudi Arabia is doing its best to present a more tolerant, modern and progressive image for the world. And this still happened. There is a long tradition of antisemitism in the Middle East, it doesn't simply disappear even when Jews were forced to, and the attempts to deny it with the excuse of "But Zionism!" are antisemitic, too.

This is Hadar Gadol.

He's an Israeli author, a practitioner of alternative medicine, and as a reservist, he serves as a casualty officer (an army official who lets a family know that their loved one was killed in combat, in Israel a casualty officer also continues to work with and support the family after the initial notification, kind of like a social worker appointed by the army). In January, IDF soldier Mark Kononovich was killed. A few weeks ago, as party of taking care of the family, Hadar took Mark's dad Alex on a tour of the last army post where Mark and the friends who died with him had slept. In the middle of that, Hadar got a heart attack. Alex happens to be a doctor, he recognized the signs, administered some first aid, and made sure Hadar would be taken to the hospital to receive the treatment he needed. This is Hadar after being released from the hospital, visiting Alex to thank him (you can also see Mark's younger brother in the pic):

During this visit, Alex told Hadar, "You took our case as very close to you, you felt it like we do, very close to the heart." I have no doubt their bond is gonna be there for years to come. Hadar is actually not the first Israeli casualty officer I've heard of, who collapsed and was in need of hospitalization since Oct 7, just the latest. I think that in a way says something about how acutely Israelis feel the pain of the massacre, whether we personally lost someone or not.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[jessiarts]

Seeing the difference in coverage (news media vs social media) on the Feb 3rd train derailment in East Palestine, Ohio, USA on and all the issues caused by the incident, I want to see something;

The incident summed up (and there may be even more I missed):

train carrying 150 cars, twenty of which contained hazardous materials, derailed due a failure of a wheel bearing, due to poor inspection because inspections were cut from 3 minutes per train to 90 secs per train. (Remember the railroad strike? Yeah. Part of what they wanted, in addition to better conditions, was more time to inspect trains and to get faulty parts fixed. They were refused, and now we're here.)

the derailment (of 50 cars) caused a fire which threatened to make a car(s) with the vinyl chloride explode, so a controlled release (burn) of the vinyl chloride (toxic, flammable gas) was done to prevent this

residents within a 1 mile radius were evacuated beforehand

the event resulted in contamination of the air/water and mass deaths of animals like fish and chickens

residents were told it's safe to return home a week after the evacuation, and found their pets dead; water smells wrong; air smells and/or burns their eyes

People miles away are having the same issues with animals dying (schools of dead fish in water, livestock sick/dying) and water contamination

The chemicals are contaminating the Ohio River Basin (which is more than just the Ohio River, and effects/includes KY, WV, TN, IN, OH, and parts of IL, PA, VA, and NC) and could potentially also lead to the whole Mississippi River Watershed being contaminated. (that's like, 40% of the continental United States and starts to touch into Canada.)

That all said,

Please reblog if you vote so we can get a larger sample size!

Many think the Railroad company (and the government, because they sided with the railroad company in ending the strike) are trying to cover this up in the news as much as possible, and that most coverage is coming from social media (specifically TikTok) and I want to see just how true that is.

I'm not not kidding when I say I have people IRL, who do keep up with the news, who never heard about the derailment at all until I told them just a couple days ago. It doesn't look good.

[allthecanadianpolitics]

A 10-person team of long-term care investigators in Ontario will now look into allegations of homes failing to protect their residents from abuse or neglect. Long-Term Care Minister Stan Cho made the announcement Monday, saying the new unit is supported with $72.3 million in funding. He says Ontario already has "the toughest inspection and enforcement program in Canada," and the new investigations team will help ensure residents have the best quality of care. The investigators will be able to look into allegations of failing to protect a resident from abuse or neglect, repeated and ongoing non-compliance, failing to comply with ministry inspector's orders, suppressing and/or falsifying mandatory reports and negligence of corporate directors.

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[tomtenadia]

Detours to you - ch 10.

Happy Monday everyone...

Your truly is heading to Canada tomorrow so I decided to leave you a pre holiday chapter. I hope you will love this one.... there's very little angst and a bit of a happy moment.

Enjoy.

A couple of weeks had elapsed and December arrived with all its solstice celebrations in full swing.

Aelin and Rowan were still barely talking but had at least created a sort of routine to share Maya. They would do a weekend each and then some nights she would stay at Rowan’s.

What worried Aelin was that her daughter was getting crankier and recently she had been less cheery than her usual. She feared that the situation was causing her distress. The teachers at school had warned her that she seemed disinterested and her mum had warned her too.

Her worst fear became reality one afternoon when she was called at school. Maya apparently had punched a kid. According to the head teacher the boy had made some nasty comments and Maya had reacted. Her heart ached. What was happening to her little girl?

The meeting with the head teacher had been long enough to make Aelin deeply sad. The boy had called Maya a loser for not having a dad and said that he left because she was horrible and he did not want to be with her. Aelin was aware that some mums had started talking at the sudden apparition of Rowan and he had confirmed that some women had approached him wondering who he was to pick up Maya. Gossip had started to spread and although she had a word with them, eventually her daughter got caught in the crossfire.

A teacher took Aelin to the class where Maya  was waiting and as soon as she saw her, her daughter ran to her in desperate need for a hug, her sobs hard. Aelin kneeled and tried to console her daughter.

“Shh… I know, my love.”

“I am not bad,” she shouted while still crying.

Aelin cradled Maya’s face in her hands “You are not.”

Maya kept sobbing and anger rose in her. She had tried to protect Maya as much as possible but had not taken into account school and horrible parents gossiping on other people’s lives. She was furious. 

While holding her crying daughter she realised that had waited too long. It was time for the truth to come out.

Aelin kissed her “Can you stay here a moment? I need to make a call.”

Maya nodded while still sobbing quietly.

Aelin quickly went just outside the door and called Rowan.

“Hi.”

“Rowan are you free?”

At Aelin’s urgency he started to worry.

“I am on my way back from a factory inspection. What’s wrong?”

A sob broke Aelin’s lips “It’s time.”

“Are you going home?”

“Yes.”

“I will meet you there.”

Aelin agreed and hung up running back to Maya “Shall we go home?”

“No.” Her arms folded at her chest.

“Maya, please.”

“No. I want a dad too!!” She screamed “I am not horrible.” When the tears started again Aelin wanted to get out and throttle all the mothers who spread horrible gossip about her family.

“Shall we go home and then I will tell you about your dad?”

Maya looked at her and seemed to calm down “Ok.”

“Good.” Another kiss and then she helped put her jacket and together they walked out of the school.

At the end of the corridor she saw the mother of the awful kid. Remelle La Fleur was known for her penchant for gossiping. She changed husbands as much as a normal person changed socks, but husband number three left her with a kid as a parting gift. A boy spoiled and with no respect for anything. Brought up without knowing the meaning of the word no and an inkling at being at cruel. He was known to the teachers  and that’s why Maya was not getting into trouble.

“You!!” Aelin marched to Remelle “Stop telling lies about my family. Go and get a job to keep you occupied but you stay away from my daughter and my own business.”

The woman gave her a snide smile “My son just said the truth. The silver haired fox who has been picking up Maya must have hated you both so much to disappear for so long.”

Aelin was about to punch the woman but she wanted to lead by example and restrained herself.

“Leave Rowan alone.” A deep growl left her and a second later she was walking away with Maya on hand.

When she arrived at her block of flats Aelin spotted the red pickup of the TFD and noticed that Maya brightened up all of a sudden.

“Is Rowan here?“ she asked hopefully.

“Shall we go and find out?”

“Yes.”

When the lift doors pinged open Aelin spotted Rowan’s towering figure leaning against the wall near her door. Gods he looked just as upset as she was.

His finger pointed to the flickering emergency light “This is not safe.”

“I know, we have reported it a lot of times but the building manager keeps ignoring us.”

A wicked smile “I guess the manager will not be able to deny the visit of the fire chief.”

“Thank you, this building has gone downhill since management changed.” She was about to open the door when Rowan stopped her “What do you mean?”

“The lift keeps breaking, the emergency lights are not working properly and I have a feeling the fire alarm is not up to code.”

Rowan’s face turned harsh “You are coming to my place tonight. You are not staying here.”

“I can’t.”

“Aelin, I am not kidding, I will get an inspection sorted tomorrow but tonight you two are not staying here.”

“Are we going to Rowan?”

He kneeled “Yes baby, you are coming home with me.”

The three of them went inside and Rowan helped Maya to pack some of her stuff “You left your shark at my house.”

“I know, he loves the big house, but Elf comes with me.” Rowan internally smiled at that statement. He had gifted her the elf and she would take it anywhere. It was a small consolation but he’d take it.

When all the bags were packed to Rowan’s satisfaction they left the house. Rowan climbed in his pickup and Maya and Aelin in the other.

It took them a good forty minutes to reach his house and as soon as the door was open Maya ran inside to the sofa where her toy was.

“He missed you too.”

“Aelin, I have a spare bedroom upstairs next door to hers. You can use that.”

“Thanks.”

“Maya, take your mum upstairs while I make dinner, do you want dinosaur nuggets?”

“Yes!!”

“Can I have them too?”

He smiled “As if I can stop you.”

Twenty minutes later they were all down in the living room with Maya in-between them while eating. 

Aelin looked at Rowan and nodded. When Maya was finished she pulled her daughter closer “Remember at school when I promised I would tell you about your dad?”

“Yes.”

Aelin pulled her daughter on her knees and turned her towards Rowan “Your dad had to leave before you were born,” she started explaining “His dad had died and he had to go home to look after his mum who was ill too.”

Aelin extended her hand to Rowan “He was really sad and did not know about you.”

Maya hugged her mother “His mum is okay?”

“Yes baby, she is fine and your dad could come back to us.”

Her daughter’s green eyes lit up in happiness “I want to meet him.”

Rowan extended his hand “Hi, my love.”

“Dada?”

Rowan nodded and Maya climbed to him and hugged him koala style.

Aelin sobbed in joy at the scene and her hand joined Rowan’s on Maya’s back.

Rowan basked in the feeling in silence, swaying lightly side to side.

“Do you want me to be your dad, Maya?”

She looked up at him “Yes.”

“I love you.” He kissed her silver hair and she just nested her face in the crook of his neck. Aelin leaned against Rowan’s shoulder and the three remained in silence for a minute. Maya then wiggled out of her father “Mama we need to live here with dad, he has woods!”

“Maya, it’s just for a few days until he checks our house, then we are going back.”

Maya folded her arms at her chest and her face scrunched up in an expression that was totally Rowan when he was upset “No. I want to stay here. I hate the city centre.”

“Maya, your mum and I have to sort out a few things first.”

The girl huffed, grabbed her toys and climbed down from the sofa and went to sat on the carpet giving them her back “Adults are annoying.”

Both Aelin and Rowan looked at each other in surprise “She definitely has your fire,” commented Rowan quietly.

After Maya finally went to bed Aelin and Rowan remained on the sofa trying to deal with what was coming next “You know that you can both stay here? This house is big enough for all of us and I’d love the chaos.”

“I know,” she left out in a puff of breath “I love this house too. It’s basically my dream home.”

“Then what is the issue?”

“Us, Rowan.”

He looked at her puzzled.

“Are we going to live here like roommates? Isn’t that going to confuse the hell out of her? She accepted you as her dad far too easily and I am scared that this will mess her up.”

He nodded “but maybe being under the same roof will help feeling a bit more stability? These past few weeks she has been grumpy. Aelin, she punched a kid.”

She snorted “The little bastard deserved it.”

“I am not arguing that.” His hand covered hers on her thigh “Stay here, please, I am worried about your house. I am not having my girls live in a death trap.”

“Look at your, mr fire Chief.”

“Aelin, I do not joke about these things,” he added seriously “Even regular firefighter me would have begged you to stay away. I am the chief, I can help.”

Aelin eventually nodded “Ok, let us go back for a couple of day to get our stuff sorted and then we can start move here. I just hope you are ready for madness.”

On instinct Rowan pulled Aelin to him “This house needs a bit of chaos.” A gentle kiss on her head  and Aelin melted in his arms at the old familiar feeling.

*

The following morning Aelin and Maya had gone back to their house and Rowan was in his office pouring over a pile of documents related to their block of flat. It all had been perfect until three years prior when Hamel group took over and the sloppiness had started. He searched for records of accidents and found far too many callouts for problems, a lift cable snapped and an electric fire in the basement where all the meters were and the main electric frames.

That place was a disaster waiting to happen. When he saw that it was his old house to attend the fire he knew what to do.

Rowan left the office in a hurry and drove to station 15.

When he arrived he parked at the front and got inside where his old team greeted him cheerfully “Chief! Coming for a ride with us?”

Rowan smiled at Brullo one of his lieutenant.

“No, is Lorcan in the office?”

“Aye, pouring over reports.“

“Thanks.”

He made his way to his old office and knocked, waiting to be allowed in.

“Rowan? I will give you those reports from yesterday, we have been quite busy.”

“It’s fine,” he dismissed him and threw a folder on his desk “This incident here.”

“Lorcan grabbed the folder and his face morphed as soon as he realised which one it was “Nasty one. Luckily we contained it quickly, but it could have been a fucking disaster.”

Rowan sat down “that building is not up to code.”

A deep sigh from Lorcan “We know, the TFD knows.”

“So why nothing has been done?” Anger lining his words.

“The old chief got very friendly with Hamel group. It’s the reason why he got the boot. It was a huge scandal, he took bribes to falsify inspections.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Lorcan shook his head.

“People live in that building. Families.” He shouted, leaving out the hidden meaning my family.

“Hamel got cleared and the bastard owns two office buildings in the financial district and a fabric in the south that is getting very acquainted with Hazmat recently.”

Rowan stood in anger “Well, there is a new chief in town.”

He thanked his friend and left the building on a mission.

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[cheerfullycatholic]

The Wreck of The McIntosh

If you work on the water for long enough, you start to see things. If you decide to stay on the job afterwards, you start to accept them.

I was young when I joined The McIntosh’s crew, a cargo ship transporting logs from Canada to Michigan over Lake Superior. The other men on the ship told me their ghost stories at night, but I never believed them until I started seeing things for myself.

The McIntosh is named after the man who designed her, Fredrick Vaughn McIntosh. He spent the last half of his life making her the fastest, most efficient ship on the Superior. Stories say he loved her more than his own wife, Marianne. The first night she set sail after her completion, Fredick died on the bow. They say the crew found him with a glass of wine still clutched in his hand, head turned toward the sunset. When I saw him for the first time, standing in the same place he died, watching the horizon, I hadn’t realized who he was. When I questioned how he got on board, he just smiled and said, “Isn’t she a beauty?” before fading away. I was terrified, running to the bridge as quickly as my legs could take me. Everyone laughed after I told them what happened.

“He’s harmless, don’t worry too much about him, yeah?” The captain said, patting me on the shoulder.

“Yeah,” another crewmate said, “it’s that old weeping widow you gotta worry about!”

The crew burst out laughing again as I demanded her story. Twenty years ago, one of the crewmembers, a man named Henri Tautou, died during a storm on their way back home. A wave hit the side of the ship and the giant cedar logs came loose, sending him into the water. His wife, Angela, so overcome and distraught with grief, snuck onto the ship and jumped overboard, joining her husband at the bottom of the lake. Some say you can still hear her moans of agony during storms, late at night, and if you’re not careful, she’ll take you with her to their watery grave.

After a while, the ghosts that haunted the ship stopped scaring me. What I saw on the Superior is a different story.

When you hear sailor stories, they’re usually about beautiful women singing their siren song, but all I ever heard was screaming. The first night I heard it, I ran to the side of the ship, searching frantically for its source. In the distance, illuminated by the full moon’s bright light, I saw a figure standing on top of the water, reaching their hands out towards me. I only got a glance before hands were pulling me back, my name being cursed.

“You must never pay heed to the demons of the lake, boy!” A crew member, an old man with an angry face only ever called Haggard, yelled as he roughly pulled me below deck. “They’ll swim off with your soul, do you understand!?”

Despite Haggard’s warning, I was intrigued. Any moment I could spare, I was at the bow, gazing into the water. I learned that there was a whole world under the surface. Humanoid creatures with fins and long, stringy hair would inspect the boat, banging on the metal with stones to listen to the echo. Some would spot me and wave with their pale, webbed hands. Others would screech and dive below the surface, never to be seen again.

Occasionally, Fredrick would join me. He did and said the same thing each time, like a broken record, perhaps reliving his last moments on earth. My Ma always warned me about meddling with the dead, but I didn’t consider it meddling. I never spoke to him, we just watched the sunset, and he’d say his line; “Isn’t she a beauty?”

A year and a half into my time on The McIntosh, I started smuggling extra food onboard to feed the creatures. The merpeople had their own language that I couldn’t understand, but they learned my name, and I theirs. With a basket tied to a rope, we’d pass each other trinkets. They loved most dearly the jewelry I would bring them, and I adored their shells and agates.

The creature I was most taken with was what I could only describe as a mighty dragon. The first time I saw her, I thought I was dreaming. I was gazing over the side of the ship, like I usually did, when a darkness overtook the water. I had looked up, thinking a cloud had shielded the sun, but that wasn’t the case. The great mass in the water was longer than The McIntosh, its sleek, scaled head, peering up at me from just below the surface. I stared back in absolute shock, horror, and wonder, pondering if this was my last moment on this earth. However, she only stared at me, her shining, amethyst eyes piercing my very soul. I gave her that name, and told her as much. She looked wholly unimpressed, seeming to roll her eyes at me before swimming off. Yet, she came back the next night, and all of the ones after. She became my closest friend, and I loved her, but the time I would spend at the bow had been noticed by the crew, and they were unhappy.

On the third night of The McIntosh’s last sail, I stood at the bow, a pistol in hand.

“You can’t hurt her, she’s peaceful, and my friend.”

“That thing is a beast! You’ve brought death onto this ship, and if you don’t move aside and let us take care of it, you will be cut down, too!”

The crew yelled in anger, torches and petrol cans in hand as I pleaded with them, but they were too overcome with fear to understand that the lake and its creatures weren’t what we thought they were. For so long we lived afraid and unwilling to accept the world as it is. In that moment, I worried that it was too late for change.

“Amethyst, you must leave. Never return to the surface!” I cried behind me, at the beautiful sea dragon in the water below. With a look as sorrowful as she could make, she disappeared into the inky depths, and my heart sank with her.

“You were never meant for life on the water, boy,” Haggard growled, moving to the front of the crew. “I knew that as soon you stepped on deck. You’re weak. You got no guts.”

So overcome with grief, I didn’t act quickly enough to stop him from driving his filet knife into my stomach.

As if a siren went off, all around us, the lake wailed in agony. I saw the crewmembers cover their ears against the noise, before a large, black mass shot out of the water and landed on the ship as I went overboard.

As I sunk deeper into the lake, icy, webbed hands stroked my face and hair. Through blurry eyes, I saw the merpeople gathered around me, weeping as they pulled the knife from my stomach. The pain faded as I looked up at a great, yellow light on the surface; fire encasing the sinking ship as the crew jumped into the water, dodging debris and spears as the creatures of the lake attacked.

Amethyst swam under me, allowing me to rest on her back, as my eyes slid shut, and water filled my lungs.

[coochiequeens]

Update on a story I already posted about

By Anna Slatz February 5, 2024

The family at the center of a custody battle with Montana Child and Family Services over their 14-year-old “transgender” daughter is reportedly facing imminent arrest after speaking to media about their ordeal. Krista and Todd Kolstad had previously been ordered by a judge to remain silent on the case, but chose to speak out about their situation last week.

Reduxx was first to break the story after speaking to the Kolstads about their tragic situation on January 29. In the interview, the Kolstads revealed that their 14-year-old daughter, Jennifer*, had been removed from their custody after they declined to actively “affirm” her newfound gender identity. Montana Child and Family Services (CFS) argued to a court that it was in the child’s “therapeutic best interest” to have her gender identity “respected,” and a petition was presented for the child to be sent to a family member in Canada.

Stepmom Krista and “Jennifer” Kolstad. Photo Source: Provided.

The removal was the culmination of a months-long battle between the Kolstads and CFS which started on August 18, 2023, after Jennifer claimed to a friend that she was suicidal and suffering from terminal cancer. The friend reported the claims to police, who reached out to the Kolstads to confirm that Jennifer was alright.

Later on that evening, a CFS case worker arrived at the Kolstad home for an inspection and private interview with Jennifer, at which point the child declared she had drank toilet bowl cleaner and overdosed on pain medication.

Though she showed no symptoms of illness and had no access to either substances, Jennifer was taken to the hospital on an emergency basis for bloodwork, which conclusively determined she had fabricated her claim of overdosing. She also does not have a medical history of cancer despite having claimed to her friend that she was terminal.

The Kolstads attempted to inform CFS that Jennifer had a tendency of attention-seeking behavior and fabricating wild claims, but throughout the incident, Jennifer’s “gender identity” was the main point of contention. The child told CFS she identified as a “boy” named Leo, and that her parents were abusive and not willing to facilitate her gender transition.

Jennifer spent two days in the hospital for suicide monitoring, at which point the Kolstads agreed with CFS that she would benefit from being sent to a residential treatment facility for counseling. While there were a number of Montana-based facilities floated as options, the possibility of Jennifer being sent to Wyoming was also mentioned as an unlikely alternative.

The Kolstad family. Photo Source: Provided.

On August 22, the Kolstads were told that Jennifer was next in line for a bed in Billings. But, later on that same day, they received a call from the hospital informing them that she was instead being sent to an unnamed facility in Wyoming. Faced with a number of unanswered questions and a concern about Wyoming’s laws allowing children to transition, the Kolstads expressed a hesitancy to allow Jennifer to be sent across state lines.

Within 10 minutes of refusing to immediately sign paperwork releasing Jennifer to the facility, Montana Child and Family Services arrived at the Kolstad residence with police and served them with paperwork temporarily removing Jennifer from their custody.

Jennifer was eventually returned to Montana to enter a youth group home for additional counseling, but the Kolstad’s fight with CFS had only just begun.

Though initially told that Jennifer would be returned to their care after her time at the group home was finished, CFS petitioned the court to remove Jennifer from their custody completely and have her sent to her long-estranged biological mother in Canada.

“We were told that letting Jennifer transition and live as a boy was in her ‘therapeutic best interest’ and because we aren’t willing to follow that recommendation, the court gave CFS custody of Jennifer for six months,” Krista told Reduxx. “CFS is now going to place Jennifer in the care of her birth mother in Canada, who has never really been a part of her life. The judge said to us ‘you need to expect that reunification with your family may not be what you are expecting.’”

In response to the decision, the Kolstads released a video on social media pleading for help. The court demanded they remove it and issued a gag order restricting the Kolstads from speaking further on the case.

They voluntarily defied the order, re-uploaded the video, and spoke to press regardless out of concern over what was happening to their family. While a contempt of court hearing was set for January 29, the Kolstads had to file for a continuance in order to leave the state and attend to a severely ill family member in Ohio.

But the already-mind boggling story has only continued to grow in complexity after the Governor of Montana, Greg Gianforte, released a statement on X (formerly Twitter) siding with the decision of the state’s Child and Family Services.

While not directly accusing the Kolstads of abuse, Gianforte suggested that Jennifer was removed from the household for legitimate reasons.

While the CFS affidavit does extensively detail the child’s complaints of abuse for not being “affirmed” in her desire to live as a “boy,” the argument made by CFS that resulted in her being removed from her parent’s care was their hesitancy to immediately sign paperwork sending her to Wyoming.

Both the CFS affidavit and the accompanying report neglect to acknowledge that Jennifer had lied about having terminal cancer, drinking Clorox toilet cleaner, or overdosing on prescription medication — all statements that would lend weight to the parent’s initial warnings that Jennifer had a history of attention-seeking behavior.

The Montana Safety Assessment completed by CFS.

Previous accusations of household instability detailed in the CFS report from 2016 and 2017, both of which involved Todd’s ex-wife, were noted “unsubstantiated,” and there has never been any history of Todd nor Krista physically harming or otherwise neglecting any of their children’s care.

But despite the clear indications that the “abuse” in the Kolstad residence was limited to not affirming Jennifer’s “gender identity” and expressing a hesitancy to sign paperwork allowing Jennifer to go to Wyoming, a push to paint the Kolstad’s as legitimately abusive has begun in an apparent effort to justify CFS’s actions. Disturbingly, many of those pushes appear to originate directly from the Governor’s office.

Travis Hall, Governor Gianforte’s senior advisor, has shared two posts to his social media account in which it is implied that the Kolstads were severely abusing Jennifer.

In one post shared by Hall, a user claims that even children living in “absolute filth, meth labs, with both parents being dealers and addicts” were not taken away from their parents in the way Jennifer was, implying what was happening in the household was far worse.

Another post shared by Hall features a link to an article from TownHall reporter Stephen Brown which appears to have been created with the input of the Governor’s office. In the article, Brown refers to Jennifer with “they/them” pronouns, and runs defense for Gianforte’s suggestion that the Kolstads were abusing Jennifer and that CFS acted appropriately.

On X, an individual claiming to be a lawyer who works to “protect trans kids” in Montana has been spreading the false accusation that Todd Kolstad, Jennifer’s father, was “convicted” of domestic abuse. In actuality, documents reviewed by Reduxx demonstrate the charges, which were unrelated to Jennifer, were dropped in 2021. The Kolstads are currently engaged in a lawsuit against the Glasgow Police Department for their alleged mismanagement of that case, and the officer at the center of the suit is also being pursued by other Glasgow residents for similar acts of misconduct.

But while the Kolstads have experienced an outpouring of support on an international level after taking their story public, Governor Gianforte appears to be doubling down once again.

This time, the Kolstads have been made aware through their lawyer that they may be arrested when they return to Montana from Ohio where they are still caring for a sick relative.

“We were very concerned, but not surprised, to learn from a credible source that the Governor of Montana plans to arrest us the moment we step foot back in Montana. We are also told that he has tasked his senior adviser and director of strategic communications to use the media to punish us for speaking out about the state’s medical kidnapping of our daughter,” Krista Kolstad said to Reduxx in an exclusive statement.

“It was an abuse of power for the state to revoke custody of our daughter because we wouldn’t affirm her ‘gender identity.’ It is an abuse of power to use tax-dollars to smear us as negligent in the press despite records that prove we have always proactively sought care for our daughter’s ongoing, unrelated mental health issues. We have also followed medical recommendations pertaining to these issues since she has been in state custody. The only thing we ever objected to is ‘transitioning’ our daughter.”

Krista continued: “Any accusation that she was taken from our home due to abuse or neglect secondary to this issue is a bald-faced lie with political foundations. Our daughter is not a political pawn. She is a child and she should be with her family – not the state. We are never going to stop fighting for our daughter.”

Since receiving the news of their possible arrest, the Kolstads have no plan to return to Montana at this time.

Mattie Watkins, the family’s media representative reiterated Krista’s sentiments, and slammed Gianforte’s office for participating in the “smear” campaign against the Kolstads.

“We anticipated Governor Gianforte’s next move would be to smear US Air Force veteran, Todd Kolstad and his wife, Krista, as abusive parents. It’s clear that his top priority is his political reputation – not the child at the center of this increasingly political fight,” Watkins said.

“Surely to defame parents as abusive, to take away their child, requires some standard of evidence. If not, where does this stop? Which family, in which state, is next? In my opinion, Gianforte is giving state agents a manual on how to sever the parent-child relationship and bypass all levels of law and government in order to put any minor they like on the affirmation to lifelong medicalization pipeline. Our children are not safe in government care.”

*The child’s name has been changed at the request of her parents.

[newsfrom-theworld]

Today's breaking news:

Isr@eli settlers attack the homes in Jaloud village, southern Nablus.

•The Isr@eli warplanes started bombing Gaza as soon as the temporary ceasefire expired.

•Residents try to evacuate the bodies from the rubble of a destroyed home by Israeli air strikes that began bombing Gaza Strip by the end of the temporary ceasefire.

•The Isr@eli occupation forces detain a Palestinian young man at Assahera Gate ‘Herod’s Gate’ one of the gates of the old city of Jerusalem.

•Palestinians inspect the rubble of the Qanan family home which was bombed by Israeli warplanes in Khan Younis city. A number of deaths and injuries were reported.

•Isr@eli warplanes bomb a home west of Khan Younis.

•An unexploded Isr@eli bomb that was dropped by the Isr@eli warplanes on a home in Yebna refugee camp in Rafah city.

•An Isr@eli bombardment targeted an UNRWA school in Jabalia refugee camp, north of Gaza.

•Heavy Isr@eli air strikes in Khan Younis city, southern Gaza.

•Over 100 Palestinians were killed since the end of the temporary ceasefire in Gaza, today.

•A little child tries to calm down his baby brother after they were injured by an air strike in Gaza.

•A series of heavy Isr@eli air strikes that bombed several sites in southern Gaza Strip.

•An Isr@eli journalist claims to have entered Gaza in a tank, fired a shell at a house, and demolished it.

“This is a war on children” .. This is how James Elder, a UNICEF global spokesperson described the situation in a hospital in Gaza.

•Canadian railway blocked by activists this morning in protest of the ongoing genocide in Palestine.

Canada is an active participant in the genocide of Palestinians in its multi-layered diplomatic, economic and military complicity. Free Palestine.

•A fire broke out following the bombing of Jabalia refugee camp with white phosphorus.

•The Isr@eli warplanes carried out a series of heavy air strikes on Gaza city.

And always,

Free Palestine 🇵🇸

[enviromentalnut]

Looking at doing a fund raiser for the Canadian cancer society.

Wait for it more information coming

[ju1ian]

ending of nypw is gonna go like this:

James is out pacing the streets in distress while on tour in Canada. He hates not knowing what Dave's been up to while he's away, and he knows it can't be good. He decides he needs to try to call Dave's house, just to check in, but there aren't any pay phones for blocks, and plus, he doesn't have any change on him, so he ducks into a local business to see if he can borrow the phone. Maybe the clerk will be young and won't notice that he's making an international call.

Upon entering the store, a hush falls over him. The scent of aged paper and bindings is unmistakable - he's stumbled into a bookshop, and an old one, at that.

The man behind the counter is engaged with another customer so James pretends to look around the store. The pretending becomes honest-to-goodness intrigue when one particularly large book catches his eye. He reaches out and grabs it, pulls it from the shelf. It's heavy in his hands. Leather bound.

'INCANTATIONS AND SUMMONINGS'

He inspects the front, opens it, and flips through some of the pages. There's pictures, lots of words, and the paper has an old feeling.

A familiar feeling.

The shop goes cold around him. He looks back to the counter, but everyone is gone. It feels like a brisk wind has picked up, indoors, and he hears a familiar voice, deep and threatening, not really in his ear, but maybe in the wind. Maybe inside his head.

"We've been waiting for so long to welcome you back home."

His spine prickles. His head hurts. He touches his scalp. Hard horns are poking out of his skull. His pants shred as something erupts from behind.

It's a forked tail.

And it seems to be getting higher and farther away from the floor because... he's growing. Definitely growing.

It should be scary; should be wrong. But the flesh remembers - and all his past lives begin to flood back.

NYPW TO LOVERMAN PIPELINE ACTIVATED

don't ask me to connect this to Hook In Mouth.

The scream I just scrumpt at my workplace while reading this was insane.

This was great thank you so much this is the one true ending.

[altschmerzes]

gang you would not believe the week i am having. extended explanation of my current nightmare under the cut. please understand this is also mid ramp-up to finals season at my second year of law school and still trying to find a summer student position which means one million cover letters and applications.

when i moved to canada i tried to import my car. i did this twice, once by calling a company before i left that does this professionally, and they were like oh don't worry about it. you're fine, you don't need to do anything. i get to the border and the man at the border tells me the same thing. don't worry about it. you're fine you don't need to do anything. i go to the dmv here to try and title my damn car because my registration is expiring and i need to do that. the woman who works there is like oh you needed to import it :) but also get your driver's license first, trust me. okay. i go through the hell process of getting my ontario license. i now have my ontario license. i need to get a safety inspection and two forms from border control. sure. i don't have the first fucking idea how to do this but i'm sure i can figure it out.

fastforward. i got in an extremely minor accident on wednesday. entirely my fault, i was slightly distracted for a moment in stop and go traffic and a like. spider in my sleeve or something bit my arm and i hit the wrong pedal. got a ticket, spent 90 minutes dealing with the cops including the part where one of the cops spent several minutes lecturing me about how he can and should seize my car on the spot because it's registered out of country and i live here and that's tax evasion. i explain that i have been trying to get this dealt with but everybody kept telling me i didn't need to do that or worry about it. he tells me that's not his problem. sure. not his problem. understood. this has now become a problem that Cannot Wait though.

so what do i need to do to get my car registered here? still need those pieces of paper. i can get the safety inspection done at any old canadian tire, which, sure. that's fine. word. so what about the border forms? well. i call the canadian border services agency. i sit on hold for a while, and eventually the man on the phone not only can't seem to fucking comprehend anything i'm saying at first, he then also tells me that the solution to my problem is to drive to the fucking us/canada border, go back to the states, then drive back immediately and get the form then. oh my gd.

so i did that. i make the two hour drive to niagara fucking falls and i tell the us border agent what i'm doing there and he's like you can't do that. you need to export it from the us first or you'll get a five thousand dollar fine. and i'm like. okay. thank you sir. have a nice night. thank gd they give me no issue returning on the canadian side. so i make the drive home. having achieved nothing. nobody has given me any actionable information and the only thing more confusing and complicated than importing a car for personal use in canada is exporting one from the united states. literally on the government website it says 'every export office operates differently' which made me almost collapse into tears when i read it.

last night i decided okay, tomorrow i am calling a professional import/export service to throw myself on their mercy and beg them to help me. i might need to leave the country for a few days to get this dealt with bc it's possible i can't export it except for from us soil. all i am trying to do is follow the rules and every single person at every juncture of this nightmare has given me different, conflicting information.

just had that phone call. the good news: i am not going to need to go to the states for several days to deal with this. some nice lady from a company who does this professionally is gonna do the paperwork for me and has found me apparently the only us/canada border crossing that will let me do the us export shit from this side of the border. the bad news: it is an even farther crossing than the one i drove to yesterday, and i’m gonna have to wait a couple days to do it and then do it immediately, which means missing more class than i already missed yesterday trying to do this. hopefully then it will be sorted.

[spann-stann]

Setting Blurb: The Cascadia MacroCommunity

Because @hawkin-byrd asked.

The sieges of Chicago and St. Louis were bloodbaths.

The first Emperor, Ignacio I Rotthey, lost his firstborn in the South Africa incorporation.

Cascadia, was the first region where the soon-to-be Emperor lost a close friend. And took it out on the vanquished.

Cascadia was, prior to its incorporation into the League, home to several strong protostates organized around non-Imperial ideas following the Collapse and Warlord period of the post-WWIII world. As likeminded strongmen in North America came to talks and proposed unification, the protostates in Cascadia, allied with Chicago, other parts of Canadian, and New York to counter the warlords' potential expansion. Ignacio, then simply a Texan tribal chieftain, used this alliance as a means of solidifying the warlords' coalition and pave the way for what would evolve into the modern Imperial League. The warlords' coalition, known then as "The League" declared war on the rivals.

While inspecting the frontlines in a convoy near Portland, an IED detonated, killing one of Ignacio's closest friends. Enraged at the act, Ignacio ordered League troops to show little-to-no quarter on the opposing forces in Portland, and to impose a victor's justice on the rest of Cascadia. Once the region was pacified, reconstruction began. Cascadia was one of the first "National Delimitation Zones", territory that was to be dissected by anthropologists and ethnographers to create provinces along ethnoterritorial lines. Unlike other NDZs, Ignacio applied a "personal touch" with the population transfers and border delimitation, particularly towards those that showed the most resistance.

Blood Guard Landhold: In the aftermath of the IED attack killing his best friend, Ignacio awarded all survivors a new award, the Blood Diamond. Awardees of the Blood Diamond (and their descendants) were then organized into the first bodyguard unit to defend the future Imperial Household: the Blood Guard. The Williamite Valley (including the ruins of Portland) were given as a fief to the Blood Guard and would serve as the blueprint for the many Land Force Demesnes scattered throughout Imperial territory. Unlike other LFDs, martial tribes do not muster to prove their worth as Soldiers. Only recipients of the Blood Diamond, or a descendant can join the Blood Guard.

Commonality of the Isles and North: The First Nations of Canada and Alaska were spared the more excessive portions of the delimitation of Cascadia, so long as they quickly handed over any survivors from the conquests Seattle and Vancouver. The Haida and Tlingit ended up forming the predominant leadership of the Commonality.

Cleurchies of New Baktria and Tir Na Nog: Carved out from the Columbia Mountains and Snake River valley, respectively, the two Cleurchies were created to house military veterans from the many wars of the early Imperial League. Those original inhabitants that were not relocated simply adapted to becoming specialized Attendant Laborclades. New Baktria was meant for veterans across the League, and Tir Na Nog for fighters from the Hispano-Gaelic movement (of which Ignacio was a part of).

Principality of Anderson: The capitol region of the MacroCommunity, the territory around the Columbia Plateau was named after the friend of Ignacio killed in the Cascadia campaign. Before the Human-Crystalline War and the nuclear devastation of the Earth, the member of the Imperial Family most likely to be declared heir would be given the title "Prince of Anderson".

Sino-Salish Commonality: The Commonality surrounding Seattle and Vancouver serves as the homeland for the Chinese-Canadians and the Salish-speaking First Nations native to the region. While most members of the communities keep to themselves, a small admixture has formed from the two groups.

Cordons Sanitaire Seattle and Vancouver: The two cities that put up the most resistance to the warlords' seizure of Cascadia (excepting what remained Portland) and the areas between them were used as "open air internment camps" to house the League-to-be's vanquished enemies. These cities were then "granted" independence, and serve as "Cordons Sanitate" for anti-Imperial thought. Anti-Imperials from Southwest Asia and Eurasia were relocated to the Cascadian Cordons.

[fuzedatti]

IX. Infertile

───── ❝ 𝐀𝐧 𝐒𝐂𝐏 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 ❞ ─────

Masterlist

CW ; suggestive

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—See this part here? It is called the frontal lobe, it is in charge of voluntary movement.

The older man had a severed head in his hands, the fresh and recently dissected brain was arranged by parts on the metal table.

—The Pestilence must be there, if they don't move they are cured.– Said the little doctor pinching the pink tissue.

—Wrong, the Pestilence is human mortality, they are cured by not dying, that is what we are looking for.

With a scalpel, he cut the area to continue inspecting it closely. The patient suffered from intense mood swings, this was caused by abnormalities on the tissue, resulting in sudden errarthic behaviors in the person. He let the minor get closer to make an incision for himself, surprisingly he was able to do it without any problem, he showed that he was capable of being a doctor just like him, he just needed to change his technique.

—Fascinating, SCP-049-J, maybe you have talent after all.

—My name is Junior dear mother.

—For the last time I'm not-

—Hello family!– The mask entered the house with great encouragement and joy. Leaving his hat on the rack next to his briefcase, he went straight to Louis to kiss him with great love and hold his "son" and turn to the invisible camera. —I love my life.–

—You haven't stop acting like a fool since you adapted the personality of those characters on that strange device.

Dýo's new body belonged to a bussiness with a perfect wife and daughter. Now that they were all dead, the entities took the opportunity to usurp their home, anyway, they lived in the middle of nowhere and far from the city. The county of Pennsylvania had been their refuge for these weeks, their plan was to go to New York and camouflage until they reached Canada and settle in indefinitely. It had been a long time since they had heard about the foundation, if possible, they wanted to come to Italy to settle permanently and live as "normal" as possible.

Dýo pushed Louis aside to crouch down to Junior's level. —Hey champ, why don't you go play outside for a while? Me and your mother have to talk about adult things.–

—But I'm a doc-

—Yes, yes, I love you too son, now go away.

He kicked the little boy out. Now alone, the mask grabbed his lover by the waist, slowly pulling him closer as it whispered something in its native language. With his hand he gently removed the doctor's mask, revealing his face. Seriously, he would never get tired of seeing and adoring him. It made him weak, very weak.

—Stop calling me mother,– He muttered annoyed. —I don't like it.–

—Ow, but it does sound so beautiful on you.– He caressed the lower part of his chest, brushing his ribs.

—Meská...

That name made him stop, if he was upset. He moved his hands to his back, making circles with it.

—How many times have I begged you for forgiveness? It'll make me soft, you make me soft...– His breath felt warm on his now uncovered neck. —Forgive me, I won't do it again, you can also be his father.–

—It is enough for me.

The clothing under his cloak was scant. Just a turtleneck and simple pants of the same dark tone. It was no problem for his partner to get rid of them easily, now, with only his heeled boots on, he lay exposed to the world. And his world was his God and his God was Dýo.

—Eons have passed since I've seen you like this αγάπη μου, you're as sublime as the day we lost each other.– The words took control over his being, allowing himself to be totally manipulated by him. The thespian undressed him without taking his eyes off of him, the body had turned out to be much more resistant than the others and it still had all its functions well preserved.

It is as if they were inside a fantasy, the outside world disappeared around them, leaving them only with the melody of a violin. Human mortality was not compatible with their fusion, with the way they loved to procreate. Leaving aside binarisms or categories, it was a dance between them, between incompatibles.

The way Dýo touched his lover was romantic, leaving him in spasms. When you are loved, you love back, and you never stop loving. No matter how bizarre their bodies were, or how indecent they got, they enjoyed each other. The manhood fit perfectly inside the womb, infertile, withered.

—Let me please you, tell me what you want, my love; Tell me your desires, tell me how you feel.–

—Teach me to love, Dýo.

His hands clenched his forearm, which supported his slender legs. His sweaty forehead glistened with fury, just as his body turned reddish. He collided with his lips repeatedly, panting with excitement.

—Nicéphore, oh Nicephore... Tell me, have I been good? Have I been a good lover, a good God to you?– He groaned. —Have I made you cry, more than I have now?–

—You kept me warm in the summer, and cool in the winters. For me, it's all I need, mon seigneur et maitre.

And in a flash of inspiration, the seed was planted, where a tree will never grow but roots. Roots of union, roots of love. Both bodies embraced to never let go. Polonoí planted sweet kisses on his partner's face, letting him rest. Louis felt his eyes heavy, letting the weight of the mask take over him, he adjusted his body to let himself fall.

The floor was cold and the wood rough. For some reason, he felt bad about what he has just done just a few seconds later. He observed his hands then Dýo, who was now sitting looking at a point in nothing. His neck was sore as were his hips. He was not made for this, he was not made to endure. He ran the tips of his fingers through his pelvis, feeling a old bite mark; Other marks were on his body, on his shoulders, thighs, and chest.

Wanting to formulate words, he just let out a breath and started crying. His sobs were low, his lungs were failing to breathe properly, and more than anything, his heart was beating at abnormal rates. Louis' old body couldn't take these adrenaline-filled situations anymore, he just felt miserable, disgusting.

—What's wrong Louis?" Have I done something bad again?

—I want to rest but my legs ache and my elbows are in agony...

The entity took pity on him, taking him carefully to carry him to the bedroom. The house was small but that walk felt eternal, the silent suffering in Louis's gaze violently stabbed Dýo's consciousness. He left the afflicted body on the mattress, adorned between sheets, outlined his lugubrious figure.

—If I hurt you or was rough, tell me.

—Dýo, I promise you that you didn't do anything, on the contrary, you showed me your love...– He wasn't looking into his eyes, maybe he was lying. —It's just, I feel guilty for having done it.–

—Guilty of what? You shouldn't mourn something that has yet to be dead.

Dýo's anguished face didn't improve, somehow he felt that it was his fault but he didn't know how to avoid it. He sat on the opposite side of his lover and leaned back. For a few moments they remained silent, speaking to each other between sighs. For a few moments the plague doctor was able to sleep.