#lauren herb

[gettothestabbing]

The defendants were indicted for their participation in an October 2020 rescue action at the D.C.-based Washington Surgi-Clinic (WSC), the abortion facility run by Cesare Santangelo. Santangelo was featured in Live Action’s InHuman investigation stating that if a child was born alive at his facility during an abortion, “we would not help it.”

Two defendants – Lauren Handy and Herb Geraghty – cited Live Action’s InHuman video as informing their belief that abortion survivors might be being left to die at WSC, which in turn motivated their decision to participate in the rescue action at Santangelo’s facility.

However, calling the video “gossip from propagandists” (despite the fact that the video showed the abortionist in his own words) presiding Judge Colleen Kollar-Kotelly would not allow the video itself to be admitted into evidence. 

Bias on the part of the prosecution was evidenced by its own word choices. For example, government attorneys referred to a three-day abortion procedure as “care” and as a “treatment” that was “absolutely needed.” 

Government attorneys also made sarcastic, condescending remarks to and about the defendants, with one caustically remarking, “That’s convenient,” after a defendant said she could not remember a specific detail.

The judge herself was not above entering into heated exchanges. Sparks flew after defendant Herb Geraghty asserted under cross-examination that federal law prohibits certain types of abortion procedures nationwide:

(Gov. Attorney) Patel: You know that abortions are legal in the District of Columbia? Geraghty: I know that some abortions are, but partial birth abortion and abortion that a fetus survives outside the womb–  Patel: Sir–  Judge Kollar-Kotelly: Sir, as a practical matter, that’s not correct. There are no statutes in the District of Columbia that say anything about limitations on abortion.  Geraghty: There’s federal laws, Your Honor.  Judge Kollar-Kotelly: You are going to be the legal expert here? I suggest that you not get into that.

However, partial-birth abortion, or D&X, is indeed outlawed under the federal Partial Birth Abortion Ban Act of 2003, which was upheld by the Supreme Court in 2007.

During deliberations on Friday, the jury sent three questions to the judge.

First, they asked: What do “oppression” and “intimidation” mean as defined by law?

Second, pertaining to a particular client of the abortion facility who was on the final day of a three-day abortion procedure and was experiencing labor pains when she arrived at WSC on the day of the rescue: What were the exact medical symptoms of the woman who collapsed in the hallway?

And lastly: What is the nature of ‘treatment’ for each of the different 3 days of ‘procedures’ at the Washington Surgi-Center?

There was a discussion about whether to define “oppression” and “intimidation” narrowly, as in the FACE Act, or more broadly, as it frequently is under conspiracy charges. Ultimately, the judge settled on a broad definition. With regard to the second and third questions, the judge gave the jury no answers; the second on the grounds that private medical conditions are not relevant, and the third on the grounds that there was no evidence given about specific abortion procedures during the trial.

More can be read about the trial at the links below:

Witness testimony in federal trial of pro-life rescuers begins, with court’s bias on display

Prosecution calls more witnesses in day two of pro-life rescuers’ federal trial

Arresting officers take stand at FACE Act trial in DC as judge warns religious pro-lifers on-site

FACE Act trial judge calls video of abortionist that motivated defendants ‘gossip from propagandists’

Defense and prosecution rest in FACE Act trial, as judge appears ignorant of federal abortion law

Defense in FACE Act trial closing arguments: Criteria not met for guilty verdict

[ranger-kellyn]

an 8th grader absolutely wrote this dsklgflkj

[mistydeyes]

perfumes i think the 141 boys enjoy

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summary: Scent is one of the most powerful senses, so what kind of fragrance do the 141 boys + Alejandro like on their significant other?

pairing: 141 x Reader

warnings: none

a/n - i also work for a perfume company so I've had a couple of ideas about what scents the boys like :)

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price - loves expensive, smokey scents on anyone. imagine the scents of a fresh cigar-that's what price wants in a fragrance. notes like pepper, leather, tobacco, cedar wood, and iris will make him crumble.

masculine

oud wood - tom ford notes: oud wood, sandalwood, chinese pepper

osmanthe kodoshan - maison crivelli notes: leather, tobacco, sichuan pepper, apricot, peach

functional fragrance - the nue co. notes: cardamom, iris, palo santo, cilantro

unisex

hinoki fantôme - boy smells notes: tobacco leaves, oak moss, and smoked leather

jazz club - maison marigela notes: pink pepper, rum, tobacco

lumière d’iris - veronique gabai notes: rose, iris, cedarwood, amber

feminine

baccarat rouge 540 - maison francis kurkdjia notes: jasmine, ambergris, saffron, cedar wood

cuir béluga - guerlain notes: leather, powder, vanilla

platinum 22 - floris london notes: rose, violet leaf, blackcurrant, oat, black tea

soap - woodsy, floral scents are soap's surprising pick. it brings back memories of the scottish countryside, adventuring in the woods and smelling the fresh flowers his mam had. notice notes of herbs (sage, rosemary, mint), lavender, and violet.

masculine

sauvage - dior notes: pepper, amberwood, bergamot, powder

h24 - hermès notes: clary sage, narcissus, rosewood

new york wall street - bond no.9 notes: sea kale, cucumber, lavender, ambergris, vetiver

unisex

voodoo chile - dries van noten notes: rosemary, patchouli, hemp

libre - yves saint laurent notes: lavender, musk

dirty grass - heretic notes: black pepper, lemon, hemp, violet

feminine

melancholy thistle - jo malone london notes: thistle, english ivy, cool wood

portrait of a lady - frédéric malle notes: frankincense, black currant, raspberry, patchouli

la tulipe - byredo notes: tulips, cyclamen, fressia, rhubarb

gaz - FLORAL CITRUS will make this man fall in love with you. it reminds him of a warm summer day sitting in the grass and smelling flowers. look for summery fragrances with notes of citrus, lemon, sage, and fresh herbs.

masculine

bleu de chanel - chanel notes: citrus, labdanum, sandalwood, cedar

polo black - ralph lauren notes: iced mango, lemon, tangerine, sandalwood, sage, patchouli

l'homme - yves saint laurent notes: bergamot, ginger, cedar wood, vetiver

unisex

cactus garden - louis vuitton notes: maté, bergamot, lemongrass

velvet cypress - dolce & gabbana notes: pine, lemon zest, bergamot, clary sage

eau de campagne - sisley notes: grass, citrus, herbs, jasmine, lily of the valley

feminine

brazilian crush cheirosa 62 - sol de janeiro notes: pistachio, almond, sandalwood, heliotrope, jasmine

her blossom - burberry notes: mandarin, plum blossom, sandalwood

flora gorgeous jasmine - gucci notes: mandarin, jasmine, magnolia, sandalwood

ghost - likes a light, musky scent! he loves when a scent adds to a person's natural smell (he hates sugary, gourmand scents). ingredients like musk, ambrox, pepper, sandalwood catch his eye as he pictures fresh sheets and a rainfall in a forest.

masculine

geranium pour monsieur - frédéric malle notes: mint, aniseed, sandalwood, geranium, frankincense

atlantis - blu atlas notes: orris, oak moss, violet, musk, ambrette seed

gentleman - givenchy notes: pear, lavender, patchouli

unisex

glossier you - glossier notes: pink pepper, iris, ambrette seeds, ambrox

not a perfume - juliette has a gun notes: ambergris

santal 33 - le labo notes: violet cardamom, cedar wood, iris, ambrox

feminine

missing person - phlur notes: musk, bergamot, jasmine, neroli, sandalwood

golden nectar - nest notes: florals, orchid, amber, musk

apollonia - xerjoff notes: white floral, orris butter, white musk

extra! alejandro - if ghost likes it simple and light, then alejandro is the exact opposite. he loves when he can smell someone's fragrance across the room. focus on bold fragrances with spicy notes of nutmeg, myrrh, and rum that is mixed with the gourmand of vanilla, almond, and tonka bean.

masculine

the last day of summer - gucci notes: cedarwood, cypress, nutmeg, patchouli, vetiver

bibliothèque - byredo notes: peach, peony, violet, leather, patchouli, vanilla

london myrrh & tonka - jo malone notes: almond, vanilla, myrrh, lavender, honey

unisex

tobacco vanille - tom ford notes: tonka bean, vanilla. cacao

dark rum - malin + goetz notes: anise, plum, leather, rum, patchouli, amber

tao dao - diptyque notes: sandalwood, cedar, cypress, myrte

feminine

lost cherry - tom ford notes: black cherry, tonka bean, almond

brazil aroma - costa notes: white jungle flora, orange oil, pink pepper, bourbon, vetiver, patchouli

babylon - penhaligon's notes: saffron, nutmeg, coriander, cedar wood, vanilla, cypriol

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[piscessunnie]

Laetitia Casta and Kees Poort for Ralph Lauren Jeans AW00 by Herb Ritts

[alldancersaretalented]

Choreographers and where they danced at

ALDC

Rachel Kreiling (NYCDA Faculty) Gianna Martello (ALDC Faculty)

Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts

Mandy Korpinen (Radix Faculty)

Bolero

Nika Kljun (Jump Faculty)

CC & Company Dance

Kirsten Russell (Jump Faculty)

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio

Ashly Costa (Nuvo Faculty) Jenna Johnson (24Seven Faculty)

Club Dance Studio

Kalani Hilliker Brynn Rumfallo (Club Dance Faculty) Jaycee Wilkins (Club Dance Faculty)

Dance Academy USA

Cindy Salgado (NYCDA Faculty)

Dance Connection 2

Erica Marr (Jump Faculty and Club Faculty)

Dance Connections (Greensboro)

Jared Grimes (NYCDA Faculty)

Danceology

Alexa Huey (Danceology Faculty) Jackie Mougel (Danceology Faculty)

Dance Precisions

Molly Long (Jump Faculty and Project 21) Scott Myrick (Pave Faculty) Lonni Olsen (The Space Faculty) Jessica Riches (the Space Faculty)

Dance Town

Rudy Abreu (Dance Town Faculty) D'Angelo Castro (Dance Town Faculty) Ruby Castro (Dance Town Faculty) Easton Payne (Dance Town Faculty) Camila Schwarz (Jump Faculty)

Dance World Academy

Mristen Gorski (Nuvo Faculty)

Denise Smith Dance Studio

Akira Uchida (Jump Faculty)

Denise Wall's Dance Energy

Travis Wall

DC Dance Factory

Elizabeth Petrin (24Seven Faculty)

Elite Dance By Damian

Chelsea Sebes (Evolve Dance Complex)

Evolve Dance Complex

Lauren Herb (Evolve Dance Complex Faculty)

Focal Point Dance Studios

Angela Cifone

Haja Dance Company

Madi Mac (Evolve Dance Complex Faculty)

Joanne Chapman School of Dance

Shannon Mather (24Seven Faculty and Mather) Blake McGrath (24Seven Faculty)

Just Plain Dancin'

Kenzie Fisher (K2 Studios) Kierra Fisher (K2 Studios)

Kathy Haller School of Dance

Julia Pearson (Danceology Faculty)

Kerry Smith's Academy of Dance Arts

Michael Keefe (Jump Faculty)

Larkin Dance Studio

Eva Igo Madison Jordan (Larkin Faculty) Taylor Sieve (Jump Faculty) Mackenzie Symanietz (Larkin Faculty)

Le Studio

Suzi Taylor (NYCDA Faculty)

Mary Alice's Dance Studio

Ali Dietz (NYCDA Faculty)

Master Ballet Academy

Sophia Lucia

Mather Dance Company

Kenzie Fisher (K2 Studios) Kierra Fisher (K2 Studios) Emily Madden (Mather Faculty) Autumn Miller (The Space Faculty) Lonni Olsen (The Space Faculty) Jessica Riches (The Space Faculty) Lexie Rosenstrauch (Mather Faculty) Nicole Smith (Mather)

Michelle Latimer Dance Academy

Kayla Radomski (Radix Faculty) Dana Wilson (NYCDA Faculty)

New Jersey Tap Ensemble

Jason Janas (Radix Faculty)

OCPAA

Hannahlei Cabanilla (Jump Faculty) Rheana Tumang (Studio X)

Pelagie Green Wren Academy of Dance

Kelby Brown (24Seven Faculty)

Perry Mansfield School of the Performing Arts

Jess Hendricks (24Seven Faculty)

Plumb Performing Arts

Jordan Pelliteri

Project 21

Selena Hamilton Addison Moffett Kelly Sweeney

Royal Dance Works

Jaci Royal (24Seven Faculty and Royal Flux)

School of the Arts

Brooke Pieroti (24Seven Faculty and TDC of SF)

Studio 19 Dance Complex

Courtney Schwartz (Radix Faculty)

Taps & Company

Chloe Arnold (NYCDA Faculty)

The Academy of Dance Arts

Madi Hicks (24Seven Faculty and Moving Forward Dallas)

The Dance Club

Joey Dowling (NYCDA Faculty)

The Dance Company of San Francisco

Chantel Aguirre (Nuvo Faculty)

West Coast School of the Arts

Lex Ishimoto (Jump Faculty) Jazelle Torre (Club and Project 21 Faculty)

Westside Dance Project

Megan Goldstein

Westside Ballet

Kim Craven (NYCDA Faculty)

??

Chaz Buzan (Radix Faculty) Tina Caspary (Radix Faculty) Danny Lawn (24Seven Faculty and Club Faculty) Ashley Moffitt (Club Faculty) Nick Meola (Nuvo Faculty and Danceology Faculty) Nick Young (24Seven Faculty)

feel free to send me a message or anon if there are people missing (which I know there are)!

[mlp410nightcore]

Hi Everyone!! Here are some more next gens for my Blossom Love AU. Darling's parents are Flim and Vellatrix and Sheila's parents are Flam and Nutaku. Darling and Sheila used to follow in their father's footsteps and try to become "The Flim Flam Cousins", But all of the scamming and guilt got to Darling and she no longer wanted to be apart of the "family business". Her parents imminently understood and told her that if she's no longer happy with her career, then she can distance herself from it if she wants. Darling got a job working at a small coffee shop in Ponyville meanwhile Sheila is trying to keep the "family business" alive and continuing to scam other unsuspecting ponies, much to her cousin, uncle and aunt's dismay. For you see, after Flim met and start dating Vellatrix, she naturally found out about Flim and Flam's schemes and she wasn't to fond of it at all. She talked to Flim about it and Flim decided to no longer support his and his brother's felonious actions any longer. Of course, his brother, Flam, wasn't to keen on stopping all their "hard work" and thus, a fight started between the two brothers, which resulted in them growing extreme hatred towards each other. After Flim no longer wanted to see his brother again, He and Vellatrix moved to Canterlot and started their own herb remedy business. Darling became a super sweet and generous mare after leaving the "family business" and is well-known for her countless charity drives and compassion to help others. She's also very loyal and honest with her friends and family, which helps others trust her more often. Meanwhile, Sheila is ruthless, mean and quite full of herself. She's also very greedy and enjoys flaunting her wealth to everyone by buying expensive jewelry and a fancy mansion in Manhattan. Sheila's also very self-centered and thinks she's deserves all the praise in the world and she's quite the gold digger as well. Darling and Sheila do visit each other, but not as often as you think as they still have some amount of hatred towards each other, feeling as if the other "betrayed" them. Credit goes to Selenaede for the bases I used and to Sad Panda Studios, Lauren Faust and Hasbro for creating Crush Crush and My Little Pony:Friendship Is Magic as well as creating the characters, Vellatrix, Nutaku, Flim and Flam and for creating the locations, Manhattan and Canterlot and creating the "Flim Flam family business" as well. I only take credit for my next gens, art, ships, stories and the Blossom Love AU. I hope you guys like them!!!

[real-total-drama-takes]

I'm here to share my warrior cats au. this is a very very long ask so sorry and if I'm missing anyone lmk but I'm pretty sure I got everyone

thunderclan - TDI original

Owen - oakstar (previously oakmouth)

Gwen - bramblevole (deputy)

Noah - newtspike (medicine cat, HATES his job and refuses to get his own herbs)

Alejandro - eelshine (he was a stray visiting but he ended up staying. his name went to al -> eel -> eelshine)

DJ - dapplejump

heather - duskheather

Bridgette - leafwave

Ezekiel - Zeke ( kittypet who is horribly, horribly lost)

Izzy - frecklehawk

Trent - troutsong

Courtney - eaglecreek

Eva - evefight

Cody - cloverslip

sierra - sandpaw (actually one of the oldest in the clan, noone has given her a warrior ceremony yet. Cody is her begrudging mentor)

justin - juniperface

Harold - houndleg

leshawna - lavenderfire

Tyler - tanglestep

Lindsay - lizardshimmer

Beth - birchbush

Katie - kitecloud

Sadie - silvercloud

Geoff - goldenhail

Duncan - duskclaw

windclan - TDI 2023

Priya - puddlestar (previously puddlestone)

Bowie - ivyberry (deputy)

Julia - snakeshell (medcat, absolutely bitch to everyone)

Raj - riverowl

Wayne - willowsnow

Millie - cricketspirit

chase - runninghare

zee - squirrelbird

ripper - raggedbrook

Emma - emberviolet (this is a reference to the song by hole btw)

axel - amberfight

nichelle - nectarbright

Caleb - cedarpelt

scary girl/Lauren - lakebone or scary shecat

mk - mousekite

Damien - daisymist

Riverclan - roti the radioactivity is just pollution. nothing too bad things are just a little more weird than the other clans

lightning - lightningstar (previously lightningpelt. he got struck by lightning once when he was an apprentice and has burn marks down his back)

Cameron - smallmaple (deputy)

dawn - dawnblossom (medicine cat)

scott - dirtfang

Dakota/dakotazoid - "kittypet" that keeps visiting the clan when she was young and eventually she grew up into a "massive monster". she's actually a borzoi

Zoey - shyrose

mike - mudstrike

Anne Maria - applemoth

jo - jumpsmoke

brick - stonerunner

Sam - streamclaw

b - beaverdusk

staci - softmouth

shadowclan - pi

Shane - rottenstar (previously sheeptalon, but he got hit by a car on his way to get his nine lives and got revived prematurely. he's been terrified of other cats getting revived ever since)

sky - skystep (deputy)

Leonard - leapswirl (medicine cat, generic medcat magic but also Tammy is a kittypet who lives in a smarthouse and he thinks he's magic bc of it)

jasmine - tallmagpie

Amy - applewish

Sammy - snailwish (snapplewish)

Scarlett - blazesnake

sugar - sweetjay

Ella - songfeather

Dave - driftwhisker (previous kittypet, he's the only one that knows what a smarthouse is. he also doesn't know that medcats are magic)

Rodney - mooseheart

beardo - stray that lives in an old music shop

max - darkwind

Topher - gopherlight

don, Chris and chef are the only two cats anyone can see in starclan. noone knows why and noone questions it. they don't even have warrior names, just don, Chris and chef. blaineley is in the dark forest.

also all the rr characters that aren't already mentioned are kittypets/strays. crimson and enuui are two kittypets who live in the same apartment block. the cops are the two cats that the police keep in the precinct. Brody is a cat that visits thunderclan with Geoff sometimes.

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[froguemorgue]

writing again now that i'm mostly done with moving stuff. ummmmm check out this amrev hamilton/laurens time travel (inter-dimensional travel, really?) thing ive been writing and actually updating weekly (wow) on ao3 in which we genuinely go from "cogito ergo sum. How could one deny that these hands and that my whole body exist?" to "Alex my man what's up you look like shit lmao" ummm excerpt of chapter 1 below the cut:

1782

Sweating and tired of pacing, Alexander dug out his clothes from the luggage. He inspected the uniform with a sigh. He didn't fully understand how this worked and it had been a while since he found himself in his version of America. He had three vials of the doses of herbs, he had his military coat, and he had his map. He was as prepared as he could be.

The dressing process was more of a chore than he remembered. Shirt, socks, britches, cravat, boots, waistcoat, belt, sword, revolver, coat, cloak. He'd discovered that it was much less time consuming to wear jeans, boots, a shirt, a belt, and jacket, all without those pesky buttons, irritating queue in his hair, the powdering process, so on and so forth. When he finished, he grabbed the bitters from the bedside table. He downed a dose, held his breath and backed up against the motel bed, felt himself become dizzier until he passed out.

He never knew how much time had passed when he awoke. The air was sticky, hot. He wasn't sure of his surroundings - he was outside. Like a madman he wandered until he found where he was supposed to be.

Well, until he found a horse.

Then he was on his way. In the twentieth century, he'd traveled as close as he could to the battlefield where Laurens met his death. Apparently the motel he was staying in was merely woods about two hundred years prior. No matter; the navigation, a more difficult task, was now completed. He had made a map for himself before departure on his journey to Combahee River.

????

Alexander had awoken by himself in an unfamiliar room and it took nearly a week of solving that mystery before he accepted the change. He remembered what had happened to him before he came to in this world, but the details were murky. He had been meeting one of his spies in enemy territory. The contact had slipped him a vial with a paper pasted on, and in handwriting so small they had to use a glass lens to magnify it: "Tempus Edax Rerum | A taste to Me | a Halt to Cruelty | Pro Permutavi." He had found it in the coat of a British captain, stating he had no clue what it was and joked that they each dab their fingers then dose their tongues. Alexander called him stupid and confiscated the vial. He'd take it to camp, see if any of the doctors or herbalists might recognize the bitter scent. Likely poison, he'd chided his spy. Don't be foolish.

He asked for more information and about whether a murder plot might have to do with the corked glass, but his informant knew nothing.

That night, he drank a little more to warm himself on his brisk ride back to camp. Snow had begun to fall lightly at night but so far they'd been lucky enough to avoid a storm. The ground was frozen and in the midday it'd be slick with cold mud, but nothing his horse couldn't handle.

Alexander kept that poison as a souvenir when McHenry and Laurens couldn't identify it. A month later, his spy indicated in an encrypted letter that the Captain from whom he'd lifted the poison searched ardently for it, but quietly. It was unsure whether it was poison, medicine, or some recreational bitter. It didn't appear to be opium, McHenry had said, but perhaps something akin to it. Regardless, they wouldn't put it to the test, not even on an animal. Any meat they could get a hold of as winter came upon their heads should not risk contamination.

Alexander had married Elizabeth a year prior, losing Laurens in the process, as far as he could tell. He wondered on occasion whether that mysterious vial could cure him better than marrying a woman. It had a pull to it. It had a strong, indescribable power. He tried to ignore it. He even considered dumping it the river or shattering it upon a rock. It seemed to control him, enticing him every time his hand moved through the leather bag he kept it in.

He had gotten to the point he'd written down the script about a hundred times: Time eats all. A taste is a halt to cruelty. For change.

He'd take it out on occasion and let its scent waft into his nose. He had Eliza, but Laurens was gone so often he worried for his safety. He had his son, but that bundle of joy couldn't yet speak.

And then Laurens died. The joy left his body in a sudden cold rush and he couldn't stand it. He wasn't a coward, did not intend to die now for he had a child he wanted to see grow up. He wouldn't be like Laurens, who left behind his own kin. He would do what he had to in order to let the love and the loss pass through him as he always did. A night of alcohol, a week of work, a weekend with his family, a week of work, another night, another day, over and over as the bottle he'd stashed in the trunk made his ears ring and his vision go blurry. It was the silence, maybe. The hours of staring at paper by candlelight. The sleepless nights. Maybe it was the letters he couldn't seem to bring himself to burn. Maybe it was the scent of Laurens on them, intangible and faded but could have been true once.

Maybe it was the devil in that liquid he should have smashed to pieces over a year ago when his spy slipped it to him, or the alcohol sluggishly pulling him from his work and instead to his knees in front of the fireplace, clutching his own uniform, pulling the jacket on as if he could relish, for a second more, being the boy who'd once worn it. He'd beg for more time. He reread the label of that bottle too many times for it to make sense now, but he didn't care whether it did. Alexander felt the urge to drink it regardless.

He'd awake early the next morning, disappointed by its lack of effect on his worried mind but pleased he was blessed to live another day. He'd collect his papers, stash the letters, hang up his uniform, and for once, snuff the candles that had burnt down to the table and lay beside his wife and son before the morning broke, not caring that he no longer had the mystery vial and forgetting about it to the extent that if he was reminded, he might have laughed and said he tossed it ages ago, or that drinking it had been a dream.

Well, somebody would feel glad enough to do that, anyway. Somebody would sleep next to Betsey and carry the weight of his lost love for the next twenty-two years. Alexander, the one who remembered the details of that night, the one who still clutched the bottle, would awake changed in a place time had not yet devoured him.

Alexander would then spend the next two years wasting the second chance he'd been so blessed to have. The first mystery he intended to solve when he awoke was whose room he was in.

1977

The brick felt familiar, the large eight-paned glass was not unlike his time. This room was eerily like the one he'd lived in back in college, shared with Troup, but arranged completely differently. There were machines he was unfamiliar with, two rooms more than he recalled. He aimlessly searched everything. The brain fog was surreal. The sink had a faucet, something he was not yet acquainted with. He messed with it until water spouted and he stuck his head under, stripping the military coat first. He drank so much it forced a coughing fit. With the faucet off but still too hot despite the season, he loosened his cravat and pressed his face to the window that was as tall as he. It was a relief. There was snow and no fireplace, yet he was sweltering. He pressed his hands to the cool glass, breathing heavily, then his mind caught up with what he saw below him. How he vaguely recalled and correctly identified the machines on the street as cars, he didn't know. Alexander unlatched the window and pushed it above his head to get a better look.

Cars. What the fuck are cars? It was so strange and wonderful that he was captivated for much longer than any normal person should be captivated by cars. He watched the people below in their strange outfits, leashed dogs of many different breeds, the honking, the yelling. Skinny trees lined the pavement but they were startlingly scarce. He looked up at the sky as it began to snow lightly, much like the night he had acquired the vial.

Pro permutavi. Was it he who had been altered or was it the world around him?

Alexander slammed the window shut and turned from it feverishly. He began to search through his bedroom - was it his? It must be, there were pictures of himself on the dresser. He recognized the people in them clear as day, far better than painted portraits. In one, he found his face among classmates he recognized, Troup included. In another, his mother. He grabbed it and his hand squeezed the frame. So many years had passed since she went that he hardly remembered what she looked like, but that was her. If this was his room, it was unlike him to have displayed her, to recall the pain every time he was forced to see it.

The clothes he donned now did not fit the world around him. Though he couldn’t articulate why, he undressed, folded them up, stuffed them in the bottom drawer, and searched for something new. Underwear as this world knew it did not exist in his world, yet he knew to pull them onto his body before he found socks thicker and shorter than he was used to, the material more pliant and fitted. There were slacks in his dresser that were pleated in the front and were cut at his ankles. He found a loose linen shirt, tucked it in, and searched the room until he could find a belt and shoes to match. His hair was shorter in these photos, shorter at the top and the sides, curly and unkempt. His own was still long, he observed of himself in the mirror. He wandered through the apartment again until he found the bathroom.

The bath looked different from how he thought it would. There was a pipe that ran to the top and an overhead spout. The tub was covered by a curtain. When he drew it back, he saw it was full of water that was cool to the touch. Beside it on the floor was a small bottle on its side with white pills spilled and a tall cylinder glass with traces of brown liquor sticking in the bottom. Not understanding the implication, Alexander stared uncomfortably before leaving the bathroom.

Then began the speaking aloud to himself. That part wasn’t out of character, he’d always done that to memorize or rehearse, on occasion to comb through his thoughts with an animal that couldn’t respond. “I am Alexander.”

He searched the apartment as his muttering turned to conversation volume. He opened cabinet after cabinet. “Who am I? What am I doing here? I am Alexander.” He touched his chest, shoulders, then crossed his hands over his body to hold his upper arms. “Cogito, ergo sum. ‘Perhaps the senses deceive us when it is a question of very small and distant things. Still, there are many other matters which one certainly cannot doubt, though they derive from the very same senses: that I am…’ standing here before this window,” he spoke, looking again at the people below as he forced the window open again and propped it with a short block of wood on the sill, “…wearing my… trousers and shirt… that I feel this…” he scooped a small and unsatisfying piece of snow from the outside, “ice in my hands, and so on. ‘How could one deny that these hands and that my whole body exist? Unless, perhaps, I should compare myself to insane people…’”

Alexander dropped the snow and watched it plop below, narrowly missing a person with a great big coat. She glanced upwards but only assumed the ice must have slipped itself.

He began to whisper again. “‘Right now I am certainly gazing upon this street with my eyes wide awake. I extend this hand consciously and deliberately and I feel it. And yet… I have been deceived by similar thoughts on other occasions in my dreams. That said, perhaps there are not definite signs to distinguish being awake from being asleep. This astonishment almost convinces me that I am sleeping.’ Am I asleep?” He pinched his own arm as hard as he could until the pain was unbearable. “I think I would have awoken from that. And… ‘things seen in sleep are like painted images which could have only been produced in the likeness of things, which therefore cannot be imaginary things.’ And I don’t think I could have dreamed this, then, unless I’ve seen it before, and I don’t remember seeing it before. Therefore I must be awake. I am awake.” He left the window again and the steam he’d left on the pane from his hurried speech. “Damn it, Descartes, help me out here.

Just then, a knock came upon the door. He startled and panicked for a moment. Alexander imagined something evil on the other side, a new creature unimagined by him before but evidently real in this realm. His hands trembled as they reached for the door, but when he yanked it open, the chain up top stopped it. He had to mess with it for a good twenty seconds before he figured out how to free it from its sliding lock.

No creature but Robert Troup stood at the door, wearing clothes that fit him better than the ones Alexander was used to seeing him in, with colors more bright and a coat better suited for the weather than the green cloak he’d always worn.

“Alex, man, what’s up?” he said as he entered without invitation. Alexander couldn’t help but glance upwards before he realized it must be a rhetorical question, a greeting. “Seriously, you don’t look good. Probably because it’s so drafty in here.” Rob crossed the room to close the window. “You good to go?”

“Where are we going?” asked Alexander.

“I know, I know, it’s still early, but I promised you coffee. Why are all the cabinets open?” he asked distractedly as he began to close them all. “I told you I wasn’t leaving any of my food for you. Get your coat. And a sweater. I can see your nips, the hell. I have to use the bathroom if you don’t mind. Where’s it at?” he joked. Alexander pointed. Rob made a face. “Uh-huh. Get dressed, I’ll be out in a sec.”

Alexander turned dumbly to his room to find something to put over his clothes. Sweater. Sweater. He searched until he found a brown one hanging up in a closet no deeper than his forearms. He found a coat slung over a desk chair and pulled that on, too.

When Alexander emerged, Rob was done in the bathroom and had an uneasy air about him.

first three chapters published!

[evita-shelby]

They didn't know we were seeds

Chapter 12

Cw: breastfeeding mention, inappropriate use of breastmilk, day drinking, trauma bonding, doom

Aveline, Rose and Lawerence Evert belong to @justrainandcoffee

Taglist: @thegreatdragonfruta @justrainandcoffee @emotionalcadaver @call-sign-shark @peakyswritings

If she thought the end to the horrors would come the moment she had a baby, she was half wrong.

She could’ve stayed at home with her baby boy and avoided all of this, but she didn’t want to miss a chance to see Jack openly and couldn’t vouch for him from home. It was also Matty’s first year as mentor and she’d be stupid to throw him to the wolves like that.

Times like this she misses Luca. He would’ve never let this happen, in fact Evert would’ve been pushing daisies already. Shelby should really get to that already.

“Some of them, like Lawerence Evert, think we are gods and goddesses and they privileged enough to be nourished from our breast.” Cecelia makes a face as an avox helps her into the ultramodern breast pump.

Eva wonders if dairy cows feel as used as her as she sees her own milk be put in rather fancy jars instead of the usual baby bottles a company gave her to promote them.

She’d been treated like a queen by the Capitol’s companies, showered with everything a baby and new mother could ever want or need because nothing provides better advertising than a Victor doing it.

Laurie’s name had caused controversy, but babies were being named Lauren or Laurentius by the dozen now. Cecelia’s pregnancy had led to a rise in births and now hers would continue until it went out of fashion. The speculation of Laurie’s paternity was not dying down, however.

Any blue-eyed man she’s been in contact with has been mentioned in gossip columns and shows. Jack had laughed at how the last man she was sold to had to come out on television and deny they ever had sex. Only a few had come close to guessing it was Jack, but they were talked out of it because even for the peacocks of the Capitol fucking your brother’s murderer was too fucked up.

“So, you and Jack, huh.” Cecelia had immediately put two and two together much like every mentor here. They were not as discreet as they should, but unlike Rose Evert and Alfie Solomons, they wouldn’t get into trouble over it.

“Yeah. Kinda just happened.” She lies with a sheepish look; better people think it was unplanned and not that they had tried for two years because a post-partum body isn’t sexy to the capitol. If only they couldn’t speak honestly here.

“At least he’s one of us, the moment Alfie fucks up like this he’s done for.”

It is an open secret that Alfie Solomons, mentor for 9, is fucking his stylist. Not just fucking, but in love too given by what Aveline told her in her tirade against it.

“Yeah, I guess.” Pretty ballsy, or pretty stupid, but Rose had enough money to put Alfie out of the market so maybe they’d get away with it. Luca got away with killing any man who breathed near her and with keeping her in the Capitol a while longer for a holiday to an arena that had a beach.

Maybe Rose and Alfie could get away with things she and Jack can’t.

For now, Eva tries to remember the names of the herbs that lower your milk supply.

Jack is having a few beers waiting for whoever’s gonna tell Shelby’s he’s in when a somewhat sober Haymitch tosses him a large pack of condoms wrapped in a bow.

“Did you and your girl think what’s gonna happen when you train the baby’s killer?” the surly man helps himself to the beer Jack had been drinking on his lonesome and plops himself down on a bench.

“I only thought of how she’d be off the market if lost her figure for nine months.” Can’t say that’s not going to happen because they don’t even know if it will work. “Who knows maybe in twelve years the games won’t exist.”

“Well, you know what they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions.” The mentor for 12 comments and accepts Jack’s answer with little suspicion. “Who knows maybe Lauren will take after Evie and survive her games.”

“Laurie, after the dead brother, and they’ve got twelve years to figure that out no use in bringing it up now.” Solomons, the only mentor in an even worse situation than him, comes up as if he were invited.

“Here, got some for you too.” Haymitch tosses a condom at the Victor of 9 from his pant pocket. “Nelson, give him half your box, none of us want to find out what happens when district scum knocks up a Capitol broad.”

“Why is he here, Solomons?” Jack doesn’t hate either guy; they just aren’t friends.

 Eva’s the one everyone likes because she’s a great gal and charming and hot, Jack’s the guy they tolerate because of her. He’s been called an asshole by most mentors here because he won’t change his blunt ways. Haymitch is fun sometimes mostly when he’s not being a pessimistic asshat, Alfie’s too busy with his stylist anyways.

Come to think of it, they’ve never talked much. The whole career vs normal district didn’t help either.

“Cause we’re your new friends, fuck face.” The blond drunk smiles at the words.

If it wasn’t for his family’s lives being on the line, he would’ve tossed the fucker off the roof and see how hard that force field tosses him back.

“Welcome to the club, Nelson. With any luck your niece and your son won’t have to survive an arena like we did.” He extends his hand and Jack shakes it.

Jack Nelson has officially become a rebel.

The children this year show promise, Eva has long since known that promise doesn’t mean much in the arena.

“How do manage this every year?” Matty asks after they send the children to sleep. He is barely twenty this year, been told the hell that awaits him here and is troubled by his own ghosts to accept the task.

“A support system, we mentors have to watch out for each other.” She says drinking the herbal tea guaranteed to temporarily dry up her milk supply. She hasn’t told him about her relationship with Jack, but Mathew is a smart guy and probably figured it out now. “Abilene, bless her heart, was too far gone to be of any help, but Clemens knows more than he lets on.”

“2 is the dad isn’t he?” There it was. The resentment at 2 and 1 for believing they are better, the fear that what they are doing is wrong and the whole she killed Jack’s brother thing.

“It’s not illegal to fraternize with fellow mentors, Laurie is my son with Jack and named after the brother I killed.” Eva finds relief in publicly saying that to people she trusts. Mat won’t tell knows better than to do that. “Before you ask, yes he knows, we both picked out the name together.”

“Volcano girl said 9 is screwing his stylist, is that permitted too?” the young man asked, and Eva shrugged.

“Rose Evert can afford to fuck Alfie, as long as she has money Snow doesn’t give a shit. You’ll find everyone here does what they can to cope with this hell, so don’t be too quick to judge.”

A pool had been added to the training center, swimming lessons were optional and to Eva’s dismay her tributes had not chosen to take up the offer.

Sulema because she already knew how to swim, Fabian had a phobia of water because when he was little, he almost drowned in a river. They hailed from the southern villages, their darker complexion and shorter stature setting them apart from the lighter skinned and taller folks up north.

10 covered the span of two countries, the United States and Mexico, well what was left of Mexico. It had been a country known for its beauty and diverse lands. It had a desert, beaches much more beautiful than the ones in 4 and fertile plains where livestock can thrive.

10 had plenty of rivers and lakes, some had dried up during the Dark Days and others made toxic, but they had an advantage over some districts in that. They were not as great at it as 4 where everyone knew how to swim, but they might have a chance to survive a body of water.

“We should do something nice for the kids.” Aveline says resting under the umbrella of the tribute center’s outdoor pool. Contrary to popular belief, they aren’t cooped up in here for the entire time. Most have some degree of freedom, and it provides the Capitol a chance to see more of them.

“Do you think they’ll let us?” the young mother asks knowing its probably a no unless the right people say it. Cashmere might have some sway, Lyme too. Finnick would agree immediately if it meant he could spend more time with his female tribute who was his schoolmate and whom he obviously really liked.

A doomed romance that can only end with Annie Cresta dying horribly in the games. Snow knew what he was doing when he had her reaped after Finnick tried to speak out over the abuse they suffer.

“Likely not, but most of us here do what we want when we can.” Linnie shrugs and gives a disarming smile to the paparazzi taking seemingly candid photographs of them. Wiress and Beette had outdone themselves with the earrings, they were never caught off guard now.

The afternoon before the interviews is spent with 24 children and their minders having a pool party and forgetting they’d all be killing each other the next day. A good memory before they all die, even the one that survives the games.

“Do you think people look at us the same way we look at them?” Jack rests his chin on her head as they watch Finnick and Annie enjoying their last moments together in the water.

“I suppose so, but who here isn’t as doomed as us, my love.” The only difference was that they couldn’t be killed in an arena.

[famejauregui]

Reception Food for Lauren and Bill Skarsgård’s wedding. September 4, 2024

Steak w/ garlic mashed potatoes & asparagus

Lemon herb salmon w/ orzo mushroom florentine

Garlic grilled tofu w/ potatoes & asparagus

* steak cooked however you would like.

[minimewtreasures]

Baker: Lauren May | Must Love Herbs

[enchantedliving]

Witch Window Gingerbread Cookies – Witch-Friendly Recipe For Autumn

BY LAUREN MAY

Witch windows are often found on the second story of farmhouses built in the 1800s. They’re an interesting piece of architecture born from the folk belief that witches cannot fly on their broomsticks through a crooked window. They’re also known as coffin windows, as many believe they were added to farmhouses to make it easier to remove coffins from second-story bedrooms.

Both theories seem rather far-fetched, but they sparked something of a golden light in me. What did I think of when I heard the phrase “witch window”? I thought of an amber glow from the hearth. I thought of flowers and herbs hanging to dry and a beautiful garden reflected in the wavy glass panes. I thought of the smell of gingerbread coming from inside. For me, that is a true witch window, and what better way to share it than with a gingerbread cookie like the one here?

Get the recipe here

[danpuff-ao3]

I swoon for swoons, let me tell you! Lovely Lauren. Sweet @swoontodeath. She's so friendly and funny and very supportive! She is also a person with a variety of fun, excellent ideas! She has so much to offer, and I'm so very glad to share a space with such a special person!

it's an inevitable

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 876. Underage. Soulmates. Student/teacher. Voyeurism.

A birthday gift?? For moi?? And such a perfect, lovely one at that! 💖 I was so touched to be gifted, and that was before I'd even read it! Reading it, though??? I am truly blessed.

Severus Snape can be patient. He's spent six years watching and waiting, after all.

no "i" in threesome

Harry/Severus. James/Severus. Harry/James/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 3,700. Time travel. Dub-con. Somnophilia. Incest. Threesome.

“Fuck me, Sev, this is too much for so early in the day,” James Potter says, when he pushes open the dormitory door to find his green-eyed doppelgänger balls-deep in Snape’s arse. 

Or: Harry learns the hard way why wizards should never tamper with time.

pretty in panic

Horace/Theodore. Draco/Theodore. Rated: E. Words: 555. Underage. Rape/non-con. Student/teacher. Polyjuice. Coercion. Dead dove.

“Please,” begged Nott at once, his voice hoarse. The word sounded strange as it rolled off his lips, as though he wasn’t the sort of boy who was accustomed to begging. 

Innocent boys were always the most fun to corrupt.

something lovers call fate

Fleur/Pansy. Rated: E. Words: 19,223. Veela Fleur. Sex worker Pansy. Dom/sub. Dom Pansy. Sub Fleur. Getting Together. Mutual Pining. Hurt/comfort.

Fleur Delacour’s magic is spilling out of her, drenching people in her scent and forcing them to obey her every command. What’s a Veela to do? 

Enter Pansy Parkinson, tamer of dragons — and women.

this feels right (and i'm letting it)

Neville/Oliver. Rated: E. Words: 17,870. Friends to lovers. Mutual pining. Quidditch injury. Light dom/sub. Wood You Rather 2022. Chubby Neville Fest 2022.

Oliver had planned to spend his recovery somewhere charming but boring, like a lakeside cabin or a house on the beach. 

He had never expected to spend his days in a tea shop in Muggle London, learning about herbs and tea leaves from the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his life.

for an explanation about Mutuals March, or to figure out why i wrote you a thing, please check out this post.

[anulithots]

Hi I'm Lauren I'm new to this app, I'm just trying to make some friends. Can i be your friend?

Hello hello hello! Sure, we can be friends if you'd wish!

*reads your bio*

I'm a casual enjoyer of owl house and dead end, and I really liked Nimona! If you ever want to talk about anything, I'm usually free!

Random list of purple, bi, neurodivergent characters:

(there's probably more)

(ANd this is my obligatory recommendation list: the girl from the other side, link click, alien stage, Jujutsu Kaisen...

OH WAIT A MINUTE BALISTER AND AMBIROSIOUS ARE ANOTHER WHITE HAIR x BLACK HAIR DUO

... it's everywhere. Holy herbs.

THEY ARE THE ONLY ONES THAT END HAPPILY WHAT.

We've found it, the chosen ones. OUt of all the stories.)

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

Gin made with botanicals from the Palace of Holyroodhouse launched

The Royal Collection Trust has launched a dry gin using botanicals from the gardens of the Palace of Holyroodhouse 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

By Lauren Gilmour

A dry gin infused with botanicals grown in the gardens at the Palace of Holyroodhouse in Edinburgh has become the latest spirit to be launched by the Royal Collection Trust (Royal Collection Trust/His Majesty King Charles I|| 2024)

A dry gin infused with botanicals grown in the gardens at the Palace of Holyroodhouse in Edinburgh has become the latest spirit to be launched by the Royal Collection Trust.

Each gin is flavoured with ingredients sourced from the grounds of the Official Royal Residences.

The Palace of Holyroodhouse Dry Gin is infused with mint and lemon thyme hand-picked from the palace’s Physic Garden.

Inspired by the garden’s history of cultivating medicinal and culinary herbs, the botanicals – which are steeped for 24 hours before the distilling process begins – combine with juniper to create a delicately fragrant gin with a complex citrus top note.

The Physic Garden was opened adjacent to the palace in 2020 to recreate the earliest known gardens on the site.

It can be freely enjoyed year round by the people of Edinburgh and visitors to the Palace.

The Physic Garden on the grounds of the Palace of Holyroodhouse opened in 2020 (Royal Collection Trust/His Majesty King Charles 111 2024)

Originally founded in the grounds of the palace in 1670 by two Scottish physicians, Sir Robert Sibbald and Sir Andrew Balfour, it provided fresh ingredients for pharmacists and allowed students to learn the medicinal properties of plants.

It was the first garden of its kind in Scotland and was the forerunner of the Royal Botanic Garden Edinburgh.

Today, visitors to the Physic Garden will see plants such as fennel, lavender, and lemon balm growing as well as a meadow of wildflowers with healing properties.

The floral bottle design of the gin is inspired by the 17th century Scottish textiles seen on the bed in Mary, Queen of Scots’ bedchamber inside the palace.

The bottle design is inspired by the 17th-century Scottish textiles seen on the bed in Mary, Queen of Scots Bedchamber inside the Palace (Royal Collection Trust/His Majesty King Charles III 2024)

All profits from sales of the gin go towards the care of, and access to, the Royal Collection through the public opening of the Royal Residences, exhibitions, loans, and educational programmes managed by Royal Collection Trust, a registered charity.

@independent

PALACE OF HOLYROODHOUSE DRY GIN

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PALACE OF HOLYROODHOUSE DRY GIN is Cheaper than SH’s Sassenach Wild Scottish Gin and is crafted in the heart of Edinburgh 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

*Due to international shipping restrictions, this item is only available for delivery to addresses in the United Kingdom, Germany, New Zealand and Australia.