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A snippet from chapter three of Love at second sight ("https://archiveofourown.org/works/55253749/chapters/140155690")
I was hoping to upload it sooner but I've had to work and now I'm going away for the weekend, so the snippet will have to make do!
Yes, Gale is unhinged. That's why we love him 🥰
#masters of the air fanfiction#mota fanfic#masters of the air#buck x bucky#mota#buckbucky#buck cleven#bucky egan#john egan#gale cleven#Ginia writes#bucky x buck fanfiction#ao3 writer#ao3 link#fanfiction snippet
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Big CITY
She Took a Picture of the Man Who Attacked Her. It Didn’t Matter.
In an age of widespread surveillance, why was a police lineup, a method known to be unreliable, treated as the gold standard?
The assumption that humans are the most dependable witnesses to traumatic events contradicts decades of social science research. Credit...Spencer Platt/Getty Images
By Ginia Bellafante
Ginia Bellafante writes the Big City column, a weekly commentary on the politics, culture and life of New York City.
Feb. 2, 2024
Last year, on a cool September afternoon around 2 o’clock, a friend who lives in my building was walking to the post office in Downtown Brooklyn when she was attacked by a stranger. She had been on the phone when she vaguely noticed someone in her periphery. Suddenly he was right in front of her, mimicking her movements as she tried to step away. Assuming the position of a linebacker, he tackled her to the ground, leaving her at the curb with various injuries.
He walked away, but before long he turned around and came back. By this point my friend, Laura, a slight artist in her 50s (who asked that I not use her full name because she continues to feel vulnerable) was safely inside the closest building. From behind a glass door, she was able to take a picture of the man with her cellphone. And there was other visual evidence: A nearby security camera had recorded the attack, footage of which my friend eventually watched in the company of detectives at the 84th Precinct.
The incident struck me not only because it happened in the middle of the day, to someone I know and care about, in what is considered a very safe part of Brooklyn, but also because of what followed procedurally and what it revealed about the still dubious place of technology in modern law enforcement.
On Oct. 23, five weeks after the attack that left Laura with bruises to her lower back, a chipped tooth and scrapes on her elbow and forearm, she was called in to the precinct house to identify a suspect. There were no actual people in the lineup; instead, she faced a presentation of eight pictures of different men who, she said, looked unnervingly similar.
“The idea that I might wrongfully accuse someone weighed on me,” she told me later. Although she could quickly eliminate five of the eight, she found it hard to distinguish among the remaining three — each of whom had a point at the top of his cranium, she noticed, and eyes that were cast downward.
She made a selection. Then, detectives told her that her assailant was No. 5; she had chosen the wrong man. She hadn’t registered any details about her attacker’s appearance during the incident itself, but she had looked at the picture she had taken. He seemed to be in his 20s or early 30s, and was wearing patched jeans, white sneakers and a black parka. He had a vacant gaze, a small, distinctive bump over his right eyebrow and a tiny scar over his left. If you looked closely, you could see a cigarette clutched in his left hand.
Detectives told her that despite the photographic and video evidence, her mistake would prevent them from taking anyone into custody. When I asked sources at the New York Police Department to explain why victim identification, known to be so unreliable, would trump visual imaging — which, in this instance, included a high-resolution iPhone photo taken immediately after the attack — a spokesman responded with an email that said: Detectives “work closely with District Attorney’s Offices to build the best possible prosecution,” which includes “taking several investigative steps” to “effectuate an arrest.”
In other words, no matter the clarity of the imaging, the human determination remained the gold standard, and in the absence of an accurate one, the case was considered too weak to move toward conviction.
This implicit understanding of living creatures as the most dependable witnesses to traumatic events contradicts decades of social science research. According to a report by the Innocence Project, titled “Re-evaluating Lineups: Why Witnesses Make Mistakes and How to Reduce the Chance of Misidentification,” empirical and peer-reviewed research “reaffirms what DNA exonerations have proven to be true: Human memory is fallible.” For all the downsides of living amid ever-present 21st-century surveillance, one benefit would presumably be the capacity to correct for exactly these errors of human observation.
Memory formation exists in three phases: encoding, storage and retrieval. “When someone is in a moment of stress — when someone has attacked them — that stress impacts both the encoding and storage functions,” Alexis Hoag-Fordjour, a criminal-law professor at Brooklyn Law School, explained. There is a frustrating lag, she said, between developments in technology, pathology, social science and science in general and what happens in the law.
There is not a uniform approach to using pictures and security camera footage when making decisions in criminal cases. “The irony,” Alex Vitale, a sociologist who has studied policing for 30 years, said, is that if Laura had died, the police “would have been perfectly happy” to arrest the suspect “in the absence of a positive eyewitness ID.”
Some lawyers, like Julie Rendelman, formerly the deputy bureau chief of the homicide division at the Brooklyn district attorney’s office, maintain that mistaken identifications should not necessarily prevent prosecution from moving forward, or, as she explained, “that the level of crime should be relevant to bringing the case.”
What happened to Laura was psychologically disruptive above all. The release of her assailant is the sort of outcome bound to enrage those who see New York as an increasingly dangerous place where law and order have been subjugated to the ostensible virtues of progressive reform. But it would also gnaw at progressives who view inadequate attention to the psychological well-being of homeless and other marginalized people as the problem animating our sense of unrest.
Detectives asked if she wanted to press charges, and she did — so that the man who attacked her, she reasoned, could get help.
Lincoln Restler, the City Council member who represents the area where the attack took place, said that the decision to prosecute an assault like this one “should be made by the D.A.’s office every single time,” adding: “If that case is taken up, then the courts, a judge, could refer the alleged assailant to treatment services, even housing,” assuming that is what is needed.
As Mr. Vitale suggested, “It is not as though we don’t know who these people are who are responsible for these quality-of-life problems.” The challenge, as he put it, is that “we don’t know what to do about them.”
Ginia Bellafante has served as a reporter, critic and, since 2011, as the Big City columnist. She began her career at The Times as a fashion critic, and has also been a television critic. She previously worked at Time magazine. More about Ginia Bellafante
A version of this article appears in print on Feb. 4, 2024, Section MB, Page 3 of the New York edition with the headline: An Attack and a Tale of Law and Disorder. Order Reprints | Today’s Paper | Subscribe
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Goodmorning, Mrs.Kit-Williams.
Hopefully today is going well for you so far?
I have yet to create a visual of the Space Marine Husbandry and how to incorporate it into writing. I just keep getting idea after idea. One sounding better than the other. Music having me create some bad*ss scenarios in my head. So I'll just inquire with you for now.
I know the Adeptus Custodes are mostly strict on protecting the Emperor, and known for their… power/strengths? So it is kinda hard to imagine one within the Husbandry. Would you think they are some kind of wandering, highly intelligent loner? A hireable bodyguard? Or something else entirely?
Furthermore, is there an actual Emperor the Adeptus Custodes protect? Or is it the warp f*cking with their minds? (We will possibly never know.)
If there was an Emperor, acting as an Astartes (highly doubt it) within the Husbandry. What would that be like?
(Is this too much questioning?)
So lets answer these
For the Custodes it's why I'm still keeping them mostly out of the husbandry lore because they are hyper intelligent and even if they're being warp fuckeryed with they would figure it out. But it is hard to see them interact in the husbandry, but if they had to. They are probably closer to the intelligent loners and maybe something else entirely. Who knows the singular custodes wandering around might have been sent by the emperor to figure out what's going on.
I'm keeping the Emperor out of this so if there are custodes they don't have an emperor to protect. (But I mean they like to hang out with this guy who kinda looks like a model... see picture below)
BUT If there WAS an Emperor within the Husbandry setting. He would most certainly NOT act like how the Astartes are. He's probably very immune to any warp fuckery, he's probably also bitching about how Malcador isn't alive yet for him to bitch at. So if he was in my setting then he would be figuring out how to undo whatever has happened but also depending on if its 30k Big E or 40k Big E he's also trying to figure out about how fucked up everything is about this Horus Heresy he's heard about.
Art by Ginias
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decided to treat myself with the rotation of the kat family (mostly).
since i didn't know what should i do with ginia, and elden had already left the nest durning the hick rotation leaving mama with bobo and duke (he took leroy with him), i decided to pair those two lonely ladies up.
i'm always forgetting that my sims can actually have a same-sex marriage in my game, so i didn't buy them any distinctive bridal dresses :(
ginia was fired from her work, but it's fine since mama had brought a lot of money with her thanks to elden's gnome business, lol. also, mama became quite succsessful at her job anyway, so she could cover the bills and the house renovation costs, while ginia can finally enjoy doing gardening and writing children's books.
so yeah, i have the old women yuri in my nbhood now.
#ts1#sims 1#the sims 1#ginia kat#mama hick#idk whether i should continue posting my ts1 gameplay lol
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My heroes have always been writers ✏️
Harper Lee
On January 30, 2006 the New York Times published “Harper Lee, Gregarious for a Day" by Ginia Bellafonte. (https://www.nytimes.com/2006/01/30/books/harper-lee-gregarious-for-a-day.html)
The piece is about an awards ceremony at the president's mansion at the University of Alabama.
Yearly, a high school essay contest is held there on the subject “To Kill A Mockingbird.”
The winners of the contest, their families and their teachers got to meet HarperLee and eat lunch with her, before she passed on in the winter of 2016.
The literary luncheon was a serendipity of sorts because Lee, who seldom spoke to the press or made public appearances, signed copies of her novel and provided photo opportunities for the guests.
She politely refused to speak about her writing.
“What I have to say is already there on the page,” said Lee.
Monroeville, Alabama, is a quintessentially small, Southern town with a population of about 7000.
This is the town into which Harper Lee was born.
She lived with her nonagenarian sister, Alice, who was one of the most sought after attorneys in the region, and became known as “Atticus in a skirt.”
You could often find them puttering around the First United Methodist Church, where they were lifelong members.
They maintained an apartment in New York City, the place where Lee journeyed to write TKAM, but spent most of their time in their home town.
“Unlike Thomas Wolfe, I can go home again,” said Lee.
And she did.
To Kill A Mockingbird is behind only the Bible as the book that has made the biggest difference in Americans’ lives.
MLK was deeply moved by his reading of TKAM. In 1963 he said of Black folks and Atticus Finch, “It had become obvious that non-violence could symbolize the gold badge of heroism…”
Life Magazine did a special edition titled “The Enduring Legacy of Harper Lee and To Kill A Mockingbird.”
A graphic novel of TKAM was adapted and illustrated by Fred Fordham in 2018. I bought it today and am marveled and astonished by it.
It continues to sell 1,000,000 copies a year.
It won the Pulitzer Prize in 1961, was made into an Oscar nominated movie in 1962 (Gregory Peck won the Oscar for best actor and Horton Foote won for best adapted screenplay), and there are people who give their lives traveling from place to place acting the part of Atticus Finch.
Lee was able to say all she hoped to say to the world through the eyes and heart of Scout, Atticus, Boo Radley and the other characters who made up the story like people make up the cities and towns and farms where we live.
What do we hope to say to the world and how are we saying it?
Are we writing it, painting it, sculpting it, being it and/or doing it?
Here is a small prayer I prayed at church on Sunday.
“Caring God,
Who made us from dust and breathed life into us.
Help us hear these words from Atticus Finch to Scout.
‘First of all, if you learn a simple trick, Scout, you’ll get along better with all kinds of folks.
You never really understand people until you consider things from their point of view…until you climb into their skin and walk around in it.’
Caring God,
Please help un climb into the skin of anyone we think of as OTHER and walk around in it.
Caring God,
Please help us be a little more like Harper Lee.”
Thank you Nelle Harper Lee for showing us a way!
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There is no peace here,
War is never cheap, dear
Love will never meet here,
It just gets sold for parts
#sims 2#ts2#simblr#lilith pleasant#angela pleasant#mary-sue pleasant#daniel pleasant#teasers#emperor of the dark#almost done with this#also gonna write a story for ginia kat and tara kat#can't possibly just answer the question like a reasonable human being#but my headcanon for them#is very roald dahl#and i find myself wanting to write it instead of just describing it#i'm very taggy lately#sorry
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there is a painting hanging above Midnight’s bed. few are privy to her personal chambers, and so few have ever been given the chance to see it. Ginia knows this, even as she bustles about the room, tending to the calla-lilies, carnations, and hyacinths that are scattered about the room.
there is a painting hanging above Midnight’s bed. it’s unlike the rest of the good Queen’s work, where she paints lands of giant mushrooms and caves riddled with starlight, where the waters run golden and brilliant blue. this picture is of a woman, dark skinned and beautiful.
there is a painting hanging above Midnight’s bed. the frame is simple and dark. she holds a bouquet of mourning flowers, the same one’s that Ginia tends with such care. slips of pale green magic spark from her fingers, sinking into the soil and urging the flowers, the real ones, to bloom all the brighter.
there is a painting hanging above Midnight’s bed. just once, Ginia asks about it. and Midnight, in all her splendor, all her sweetness, draped in gauze and silk and pastel pinks, answers, “just a memory, Miss Ginia. it’s hardly anything worth discussing.” it’s a cue that there will be no true answer.
there is a painting hanging above Midnight’s bed. for all the colors and warmth put into the artwork, for all the brightness of the Queen’s room, whenever Ginia steps in there, she cannot help but feel as though she is being watched by a ghost. one day, she will learn her name. but, for now, Ginia contents herself with ensuring that this ghost’s garden never dies.
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Tuuya Plot Directory
This is a proper chronological library of everything I have written for Worms McGee, because I have lost control of my life.
MAIN PLOTLINE:
How Awkward - Rivali Tescin and Sochet Izzanu have captured Etuuya Vannyn, rainbowdrinker experiment extraordinaire, who seems unconcerned by whatever’s in store for them.
Biting Rebuttal - Following Tuuya’s escape from the caverns with Sochet as a hostage, Sochet wakes up in their suntent while Tuuya ponders their options.
In Which Things Sucked - Tuuya’s made a bargain with the Hanhai cavern, and Rivali’s gotten stuck with supervising them. Neither is happy about this.
All We Rotten - The caverns have 'borrowed’ Ullane Wistim to study and use her psi on Tuuya’s worms, and neither of them are happy about this. She also takes a few for her own use.
While Still You Breathe - Tuuya messages Rivali after they’ve fled again, and blackmails them into coming along with them. They don’t have to try particularly hard.
This Is a Gift - Tuuya tracks down Ullane at Nott station because of the treasonous jades she slaughtered at her Hanhai cavern, despite her attempts to flee. Yet more blackmail and threats are exchanged.
A Triplicity of Jades - Rivali suffers the unwanted attentions of the company’s third and only other member of their caste present, and bickers with Tuuya about entering a new chatroom as well as mentioning that Kokora threatened to tell Karina about what they did on Nott.
Are My Edges Sharp (Am I A Pest To Feed?) - An unknown source sends an old associate of Tuuya’s to assassinate Karina Tulais, their boss. The drinker’s threats toward Ullane Wistim come out, and they gain some privileges and restrictions.
And No One Else Will Do - In the aftermath of the Darkfall attack, Tuuya is made to stand trial for engaging in combat against orders. Both they and Rivali are tested as Karina unveils a weapon that could actually kill them.
Inviolate - Tuuya uses an anonymous profile to message Chimer Latrai about the information they obtained from Jeluno Ikolus about the deaths of Sevenn Tarann’s friends.
Lagan - Karina tells Tuuya that she sincerely believes they’re actually an ancient kind of drinker that came from a winged snake. Tuuya is upset but also calls bullshit on that and a couple other things, and gets a new assignment.
A Smell of Stale Feeling - In keeping with their new position, Tuuya duly does a mission on a backwater colony to sabotage communications. Having found out how the residents treat the native alien species, they also decide to force the colonists to change their ways.
Ballroom Blitz - This time it’s Tuuya the assassins come for, and quite literally bite off more than they can chew. Tuuya experiences some unintended consequences from fighting the pair off.
THICKER THAN WATER (dropped sideplot, linked threads still canon):
Tuuya: arrange paperclips - Tuuya meets Matcha, Rivali’s coworker and unbeknownst to them, another vampire. They reveal their nature and upset her, which leads to Rivali punishing them for it.
Matcha: dance with the dead - Matcha visit Tuuya in their locked room at the office a few weeks later. Tuuya is confused and suspicious, and only made more so when she leaves them a gift of blood.
Poison In Your Ear - Rivali reprimands Tuuya for upsetting Matcha a second time, and much verbal abuse is exchanged before a weary agreement is reached.
Bleeding Heart - Tuuya hits up Matcha after she continues to leave them blood behind Rivali’s back, curious as to her motives. Information is shared and concealed as the two try to figure each other out.
Tuuya: fuss over Matcha - “Lunch” is had with Matcha, problems are avoided. For now.
SIDE CONTENT:
Sanguine Melancholy - Set shortly before How Awkward, this contains a brief summary of Tuuya’s origin and how they became a worm-filled trashbag.
Tuuya: stumble on Shiver - Tuuya finds another vampire and isn’t quite sure how to feel, but is leaning toward ‘oddly parental’.
Containment Procedure - Tuuya realizes they have actual feelings toward Claire. They disapprove 110% and want an out. Rivali says that’s dumb and to suffer like the rest of us.
Dread Design - Rivali yells at Tuuya for having feelings about people even though they were the one who said Tuuya should deal. Tuuya agrees having feelings is bad but unfortunately, feelings.
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Simsville
Ever since I saw grandelama’s Simsville, I knew I had to play it. So, I downloaded it the other day and after getting all the CC squared away, installed it. It is so much fun revisiting the world of the Sims 1. Every time I open a lot, I remember how I used to play it. And I remember all the things I miss from those earlier Sims games.
Anyway, I’ve been visiting all the lots, and making a few changes to some of them – much the same way I did when I played the originals in TS1. So, I thought I’d share a couple today.
This first one is Custer’s Market. When I opened it, I was like, “OMG! It’s just like I remember it!” But I can never leave well-enough alone, so, yes, I’ve made a few changes to it. First thing I did, was age the siding on the house – because that’s what I do. I like my worlds to show some wear-and-tear and grunge.
Then, I traded out some deco objects for functioning stuff that came with some of the later store sets. And since this is a farmer’s market, I decided to switch out the plants in that spot where the chickens now are.
Inside the building, I decided to switch out stuff and put in that canning thingie.
And in the garden, I traded out some of the basegame plants for ones that came with later sets. Ditto with the orchard. Plus I added the beehives. Still miss Claire Bear. She was forever stealing my honey in TS1.
Then I decided to check out one of my favorite families – the Hicks. When you open the lot, it looks just like Maxis had it back in the day. Pristine house, but messy yard. Well, back when I played this family I always grunged the house up. After all, these Sims are dirt poor – ever since Mama lost all of her Miss SimCity winnings to her Psychic Phone friend. So, I did the same thing with this build. Plus, I gave them some lawn chairs, so that they can enjoy their flea-infested lot.
Then I took Mama into CAS and gave her some curlers and a cigarette. She’s a class act! BTW, she looks a bit more haggard in-game. All wrinkly.
And here’s her son, Elden. Not sure why he decided to play for tips on a deserted lot, but he never was the brightest bulb in the chandelier. I know his bio says he wears a mechanic’s uniform and that’s how grandelama had him. But I decided to change his clothes a bit. I also fired him from his job at City Hall, and enlisted him in the army. He now gets to clean latrines!
After I got done with those 2, I hopped over to see what Ginia Kat was up to. And here she is, at the local basketball court, practicing a trick shot. This is before I took her into CAS. I have tons of CC clothes, and decided to upgrade her wardrobe a tad. I’ll show her to you all later.
Anyway, this is a fun world to explore. And the lot descriptions crack me up. I tend to write funny bios for my sims and my lots - just ask Tedhi! - so I am enjoying reading all of ones grandelama wrote.
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Outdoor education beat TB in 1907
In 1907, a pair of Rhode Island physicians created an experimental, year-round, outdoor school in hopes of curbing a raging TB epidemic, where students learned in insulated bags with heated soapstones placed at their feet.
https://www.nytimes.com/2020/07/17/nyregion/coronavirus-nyc-schools-reopening-outdoors.html
The experiment worked: there were zero TB transmissions among students. Two years later, there were 65 open-air schools across the region.
As Ginia Bellafante writes in the NYT, there's a growing body of evidence in support of outdoor education even when there isn't a pandemic, and during THIS pandemic, there's good evidence that being outdoors seriously reduces transmission risk.
Bellafante moots sending K-2 students - a third of NYC's student body, and the kids who'll struggle most with maintaining distance and hygiene - to outdoor schools in community parks, freeing up space in school buildings.
NYC has a surprising amount of parkland, and it's well-distributed, with sufficient outdoor spaces even in low income neighborhoods.
And as she points out, the challenges of teaching in a park are not any greater than the challenges of teaching over Zoom.
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My Mota fanfictions
I don't know why I bite (Oneshot, 4k words)
Bucky knows he shouldn’t think these things. He knows that Buck is doing what he can to survive, to ensure them some semblance of the future Bucky dreams of at night; but at this point, after these many months of nothing — no safety, no booze, no food, no flying — Bucky is not sure he can control even what his mind conjures up during the day.
And so, he starts itching.
Nothing but blue skies from now on (One shot, 23k words)
“I just read your letter, made my choice, took care of things and drove here. That was the plan. From now on, I have no idea.”
Bucky looks at him, mouth agape, then he gasps with his usual, overdramatic flare and says with feigned disbelief, “You’re telling me that Major Buck Cleven, the pillar of the 100th, just acted on impulse? Oh, sound the alarms! Rally the troops! The man has gone crazy!”
“You’re an idiot,” Buck huffs, fondly.
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Bucky and Buck, after the war and through the following years
With shortness of breath you explained the infinite (One shot, 11k words; TW Major Character Death)
It’s paradoxical, the way Bucky appears as he sits next to him.
He looks exactly the same as when Buck last saw him, grey streaks in his hair, shaved mustache, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes as he smiles, but he’s fully dressed as a pilot. He’s even wearing that hideous sheepskin he traded and lost all those years ago.
He looks at Buck, grinning, and he asks, “What took you so long?”
No grave can hold my body down (I'll crawl home to him) (One shot, 10k words)
In the dream, he knows that Bucky is right behind him. He doesn’t turn to look at him, he doesn’t even hear his heavy footsteps on the crunching fallen leaves, but Buck knows he’s there.
“Just a few miles more, Bucky”, he says, and even if the other man doesn’t answer he knows he’s heard him. They trust each other, they have trusted each other since the first time they met; Buck knows that wherever he’ll go, Bucky will follow, and it goes both ways. It’s the only thing he’d bet on.
That’s why he has to make sure that Bucky doesn’t go where he can’t follow.
Love at second sight (Multi chapter, 15k words)
At basic training, Bucky falls in love with his roommate.
It's not a big deal, really; just as long as his roommate doesn't notice.
At basic training, Gale tries not to fall in love with Bucky.
It's not a big deal, really; just as long as he doesn't let him too close.
Neither of them succeed very well.
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"Bucky has absolutely no recollection of waking up even for an instant the night before, but it’s kind of a relief to know that he’s not falling in love at first sight, but merely at second."
#masters of the air fanfiction#mota fanfic#mota#motaposting#john egan#gale cleven#buck x bucky#buckbucky#clegan#buck cleven#bucky egan#ao3 writer#ao3 fanfic#Ginia writes
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~ The Cat Lady ~
Part 1: The Schoolteacher’s Cottage
Miss Ginia Kat, 65, substitute teacher at Sunset Valley Elementary, lives a solitary life at 56 Ingleside Drive, Old Town, at her wee cottage that she shares with her kitty cats and her green friends. She is known as the resident cat lady, a name that she is proud to hold to her breast, as she has had numerous cats throughout the years. Currently, she lives with four darlings: The wise Waggles, the baffling Boots, the solemn Scout, and the meticulous Maggie.
During her working hours or when she’s out on errands, Ginia likes to imagine that Waggles and Boots are thinking of ways to eat little Sweetie, the bird that she keeps in the cage. Of course, in reality, they are very well-behaved cats as Ginia raised them well, but most of them have minds of their own. It is precisely this sort of imagination that drove her to books--children’s stories about her feline companions that she writes and illustrates herself.
But Ginia’s main passion is her garden. She has a small vegetable garden where she plants lettuce, carrots, and beans, an orchard of apples, and beds of daffodils, tulips, nasturtiums, wildflowers, and juniper. She decorates her lawn with garden gnomes and lets the mushroom grow near the mossy rocks and keeps the reeds by her ponds well-managed, all sitting under the shade of willow and birch.
It is no wonder that she is a good cook. She is well-known all around for her pies. Berry pies, banana cream pies, pumpkin pies--if it fits in a pie tin, she can make it. But today, she’s preparing apple pie; it’s a favorite of someone’s and this person is arriving soon. Who could it be?
#the sims#the sims 1#the sims 2#ts1#ts2#unleashed#Ginia Kat#kat family#waggles kat#boots kat#scout kat#maggie kat#Old town
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But it is in the actual exercise of literacy as a tool and as a capacity that women face punishment, ostracization, exile, recrimination, the most virulent contempt. To read and be feminine simultaneously she reads Gothic romances, not medical textbooks; cookbooks, not case law; mystery stories, not molecular biology. The language of mathematics is not a feminine language. She may learn astrology, not astronomy. She may teach grammar, not in vent style or originate ideas. She is permitted to write a little book about neurotic women, fiction or nonfiction, if the little book is trite and sentimental enough; she had better keep clear of philosophy altogether. In fiction, she had better be careful not to overstep the severe limits imposed by femininity.
“This then,” wrote Virginia Woolf, “is another incident, and quite a common incident in the career of a woman novelist. She has to say I will wait. I will wait until men have become so civilised that they are not shocked when a woman speaks the truth about her body. The future of fiction depends very much upon what extent men can be educated to stand free speech in women.”
The constraint is annihilation: language that must avoid one’s own body is language that has no place in the world. But speaking the truth about a woman’s body is not the simple explication of body parts—it is instead the place of that particular body in this particular world, its value, its use, its place in power, its political and economic life, its capacities both potentially realized and habitually abused.
- Andrea Dworkin, Right-wing Women
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Gunther brought his family from the old country when his son, Mortimer, was just a lad. Having amassed quite a fortune, he is founding father of the neighborhood.
Cornelia is the founder of the Sim City Bridge Society and enjoys high tea and phrenology. She is thankful to have her granddaughter, Cassandra, so nearby.
Claire is known for her quick wit and a keen understanding of biotechnology. In her spare time she likes to do volunteer work and listen to live music
When she's not busy working in her garden Ginia enjoys writing children's books. Many of the characters are named after her numerous cats.
#TS1#ts2#ts1 to ts2#the sims 1 to the sims 2#recreation#the sims#The Sims 1#the sims 2#cornelia goth#gunther goth#Claire Charming#ginia kat#old town#maxis
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I realized I never actually talked much about Virginia so here’s a quick info dump on her!
She’s a 23 year old member of the Order of the Clock Tower, typically partnered with Vita Sackville-West. Her ability, A Room of One’s Own, allows her to create pocket dimensions. She can create any number of these pocket dimensions, but they can only fit one person inside, not including herself. So, to house multiple people, she does have to make an equal amount of dimensions.
This does not apply to non-human entities, such as pets or inorganic materials. She can put as many of these into one dimension as she wants.
As mentioned, this limit does not apply to herself, so she can be in one of her pocket dimensions with someone else.
Mainly uses her ability for smuggling contraband, stowing people away, or to hold the Order’s prisoners. It also works as an escape method for her— if she is in danger, she need only pop into her own pocket dimension and wait the danger out.
She’s the one ultimately responsible for capturing and holding high-profile gifted criminals such as Charlotte Brontë, though while she isn’t a terrible fighter, she often requires the assitance of someone with higher offensive capabilties to take down such criminals. Virginia is sometimes sent overseas to apprehend these criminals, though not terribly often.
She was supposed to be sent overseas to continue tracking Mimic, but health issues came up and Anne Brontë as sent in her place.
Deactivating A Room of One’s Own or otherwise exiting the pocket dimension will place Virginia and/or her stowaway to her last location in the real world. For example, Virginia can capture someone into her pocket dimension in Yokohama, but if she returns to London and takes them out of said dimension, they will be with her in London, not Yokohama. But when she enters one of these dimensions to escape danger, she will still exit in the same spot she was in before. So it’s not advisable for her to enter her own ability in the middle of enemy territory— yes. she tried it several times.
Like her real life counterpart, Virginia suffers from bipolar disorder/manic depression, though unlike her real counterpart, she has it professionally diagnosed and takes medication for it. She does still struggle with suicidal tendencies, though, when she hits very hard low swings. Virginia also suffers from poor physical health, though I am admittedly still doing my research in that area, so more will come on that later.
Her parents are both deceased, as is her older half-sister Stella. She still has her two older half-brothers, an older biological sister, an older biological brother, and a younger biological brother— making her the second youngest of the family. They’ve all gone their separate ways, though, and Virginia hasn’t actually spoken with any of them since she was scouted by the Order at age 14. She loves them very much though and does write them letters when she can find the time and energy.
Her real name is Adeline but only her siblings really call her that. Virginia is her middle name and what she prefers to go by, though nicknames such as Jinny or Ginia are fine too.
More TBA, this is more just useless knowledge right here lmao
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Thank you! Doing the GHD cast for this!
16: What would your characters be for Halloween?
(i’ve drawn blue’s, actually!) Blue goes as the color blue. He uses string and a blue piece of construction paper to make a mask. He writes the word blue on the mask in sharpie. He does not cut eyeholes in the mask. Then he loudly proclaims that he’s unable to go anywhere for Halloween, because there are ‘no i’s in blue”. Locke is furious at how clever that is.
Locke claims that he’s going to be a painter, so they match, but ends up going out in matching costumes with Captain instead; he’s the knight in shining armor and she (after a lot of convincing on Ginia’s end and maybe a little convincing from Bolte, too) is the princess.
Red goes as a cat, in a hoodie that he makes himself with stitched on cat ears and a stitched on tail. The moment that he hears about matching costumes, he latches onto the idea and then insists that Bolte put on some dog ears and go with him. Bolte can’t say no. He goes as a dog.
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