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detectivoccult · 25 days
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Newcastle would definitely get the true crime treatment in media. Imagine seeing people do mukbang or makeup tutorials over an analysis on it.
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oswincoleman · 2 years
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Jenna Coleman as Johanna Constantine in the Newcastle Incident (part 1), in "Dream a Little, Dream of Me", The Sandman, episode 3
Stream now on Netflix!
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talentforlying · 5 months
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one of these days i'm going to try and make newspaper clippings for constantine's initial murder trial after newcastle and i Will be hurting my own feelings when i do.
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colneycarpool · 3 months
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wasn’t going to complain on here again… but if that challenge by lewis miley had been by a liverpool (or arsenal!) player, i am pretty sure the commentary had been different and perhaps the card red too. i don’t think it was a red, but the nerve to say stuff like "it’s a bit foolish maybe, but it is a wet pitch, of course he is going to slide, no look he only gets him very low“ is comical.
because if it was the other way around it would have very likely sounded something like "oh liverpool player xx needs to be careful there, that could’ve been dangerous on a wet pitch like that, he actually got really lucky there. could‘ve been a red easily, ref is letting him off here"
🙃🙃🙃
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debtsunpaid · 2 months
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frank north as a person is like both of the blues brothers packed into one, and he drives like them too.
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anakeb · 5 months
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Explore the weekend's football action with controversial VAR decisions, Mikel Arteta's critique, and Newcastle United's win. Discover Iago Aspas' VAR incident, condemnations of racist abuse, Nottingham Forest's surprise victory, Marcelo's Copa Libertadores win, and the Women's Super League results.
VAR decisions in football
Mikel Arteta's criticism
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Newcastle United win
Iago Aspas VAR incident
Racist abuse condemnation
Nottingham Forest victory
Marcelo and Copa Libertadores
Women's Super League result
Weekend football matches roundup
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the-witchhunter · 21 days
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DP x DC: Why summoning the Ghost King and Danny when he expects Pariah Dark might literally give John a panic attack
So, this would not be the first time John has summoned something and didn’t get what he expected. To explain that, I’ll have to explain the Newcastle incident, and I will but going to give a brief overview of what the consequences are before dipping into that… because it’s a bit intense
So during a summoning one of the things you need to do is name the being you’re summoning. The ritual and sigils are what brings the being forth. Naming the summoned entity is part of the binding. The binding is what gives you an amount of control over the being summoned and offers protection to the summoner
So having the wrong name means they have no control over what they summoned. Naming the spirit puts it on a leash and muzzles it, having the wrong name is just letting it in without the leash or muzzle
Let’s just say at this point, Constantine’s past experience with summoning would make him super against summoning “the Ghost King” and one of the other magic users like Zatana would have to do it
John would be freaking out the moment the wrong guy showed up, he has some trauma around that. Even if it’s just Danny, this is going to dredge up some stuff and he’s going to have a hard drink afterwards
I will now be going into one of the most traumatizing moments of John Constantine’s life. As such, it’s going to get pretty intense and I’m toning it down a bit
Explanation of the Newcastle Incident Content warning sexual assault and abuse
In 1978 Constantine and his “magic gang” go to the Casanova Club to deal with a bit of a situation there. They arrive and there’s a lot of dead bodies in the basement and a very traumatized girl
Astra Logue’s father was basically a cult leader and an orgy enthusiast. He and his followers did some not so great things to Astra. Astra was psychic, so in her distress she summoned a hellhound named Norfolthing (actually a primordial elemental but that takes explaining) to protect her from the sexual abuse of her father and his followers. Norfulthing proceeded to commit sexual assault against the cult before killing them
John and the Magic Gang showed up to deal with the aftermath. In order to get Astra out of there and get rid of Norfulthing, they decided the best way to deal with this was to “fight fire with fire”
They then proceed to summon the demon/former god Nergal but the ritual didn’t have his name. Right ritual, wrong name. Nergal then proceeded to drag Astra’s soul to hell, Norfulthing raped one of the magic gang
John then spent the next two years at Ravenscar Mental Asylum and only managed to rescue Astra’s soul from hell about a decade later. She was still dead obviously but at least she wasn’t suffering in hell
So yeah
John has some baggage when it comes to summoning things with the wrong name
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bburn-art · 3 months
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I've been in a poster mood lately, who am i to not make a show flyer for the newcastle incident ;)
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venus-of-the-hrdsell · 5 months
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Constantine was only 25 during the Newcastle incident...he should have been at the club.
Specifically NOT at the Casanova Club.
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bestiarium · 7 months
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Rostron’s Sea Serpent [modern cryptid/urban legend]
One day when the Cunard Line ship Campania sailed into Queenstown, on what was to be an uneventful Friday evening, one of its crewmembers noticed something unusual in the water. Arthur Rostron - a future ship's captain who would later become famous for rescuing many survivors of the HMS Titanic - spotted what he would later describe as a 'sea serpent'.
The creature had a neck of about 12 inch thick and held its head roughly 8 feet above the water's surface. Rostron, along with a junior officer who also sighted the strange creature, reported their unusual find to the captain, who assumed the junior officer must have been drunk.
Rostron would never see the alleged sea serpent again, but the next Monday he came upon a newspaper article of a witness who claimed to have seen such a creature in the Bristol Channel. The man, whose name is not revealed, was supposedly attacked by the creature on Saturday (the day after Rostron's sighting) and fought it off with an oar. Given the time and location, Rostron assumed this beast to be the very same he had encountered.
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The drawing that Rostron made after seeing the beast appears to have been lost to time, and I found no illustrations or other descriptions of the supposed sea monster.
However, I found that the incident is often compared to a similar story that happened a few decades earlier. In 1848, captain M'Quhae of the English frigate Daedalus saw a monster somewhere between St. Helena and the Cape of Good Hope. He had more luck than Rostron, in that several other crewmembers also saw the creature and could back up his account. The animal was described as follows:
Its body was about 60 feet in length, with an additional (estimated) 30 or 40 feet remaining underwater.
The creature's dark brown serpentine body was roughly 16 inch in diameter and its head was raised 4 feet over the surface of the water.
The head was equipped with jaws large enough to swallow an adult man, and fitted with many jagged teeth. The head was, he insisted, definitely that of a snake, and with a yellow-white throat. A seaweed-like mane protruded from its back, but no fins could be discerned.
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Lieutenant Drummond would later back up the story of his captain in ‘Zoologist’, though he added a few details: the creature had a dorsal fin and its head was long (about 10 feet) and pointy with a flattened top.
Captain M'Quhae claimed that the creature came so close to the ship that if it had been a human acquaintance of his, he would have easily recognized their features. The creature was swimming to the south west in a relatively straight line. When I searched for M’Quhae’s story, I found some reproductions of the images that were originally published in the Illustrated London News.
Sources: Rostron, A.H., 1931, Home from the Sea, Cassel & Company Ltd., London, p.49-51. 'The Great Sea-Serpent' in Gleason's Pictorial Drawing Room Companion, Vol.3 No.1, July 3 1852 Edwards, A., 1990, Fish and Fisheries of Saint Helena Island, Centre for Tropical Coastal Management Studies, University of Newcastle upon Tyne, England, 152pp, p.14-17. (images 1 and 3: Gleason’s Pictorial Drawing Room Companion, image is a reproduction of an illustration in Illustrated London News) (image 2: Fish and Fisheries of Saint Helena Island, image is a reproduction of an earlier illustration in Illustrated London News)
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footprint-in-the-snow · 7 months
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I actually desperately want someone to explain every reference in the SATVB art please <3
okay so i havent figured out Everything but this is most of what i can gather. sorry there arent links to specific references im not supposed to be doing this i need to be packing for uni 😭 but this is everything off the top of my head !
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starting from the left wall theres the peep show poster which matty has said to be his favourite show in a reddit comment, idk what the streets poster is a reference to, the ghost on an island is an antichrist reference 'theres a ghost on this island' and then the petrol can is an its not living reference as 'danny works in a petrol station'
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so the back wall obviously the cancelled banner for lols, 4 days since last incident as a general meme reference?, do not use emergency only is likely a reference to mattys abstinence from social media and being a bit OTG, flushed away poster is obvious, the fake matty quote which he never said and was on the problematic, oasis poster as they need to stop marding and get back together!!! from Q with Tom Powell and various other Oasis call outs, Maroon 5 as problemattic beef, Newcastle United as duh, Frozen as he referenced liking frozen in a couple 2014 interviews particularly the moshcam (?) one, idk about the IDs and then the box from the philharmonic orchestra album, the icon from the mind shower detox thing they did for notes which was a 3d tour thing that's still up and then the height chart as matty is short <3 and the good boy points which i dont know what it is referring to specifically but i think its funny
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now the window/right wall has la poesie est dans la rue is etched into the tree and is an easter egg in quite a few music videos and is a reference to love it if we made it, the minion i assume is a reference to the deuxmoi thing of matty sending minion memes to a girl, and then a camera i assume is a general comment on the lack of privacy you get as a celebrity and 'house with just three walls' etc
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the couch and table has matty smoking and chained to the couch as a reference to the consumption bit and could be reference to the idea that he is stuck in a position of his own doing, hann is a wizard i presume as a hobbit reference? and then the dubai and malaysia flags as he got banned,oxygen tank from consumption, cross due to the religious signposting on his ig story and a juxtaposition to his atheism, thesaurus for those big words, infinite jest as its referenced in sincerity is scary, wine, cigarettes, xanax as a reference to 'Xanax and a newport' in part of the band, i live cum mug from the problemattic, american flag as a lot of their music is informed by Americana especially on notes(? maybe also just because america)
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then on the floor here theres the coke bottles as matty cannot be seen without one, the piss/apple juice from when he was spotted with gabbriette, the fox i saw on twitter means temptation so could be a very subtle hint towards temptation from porn and the right and so on, raw meat from consumption and its being 'swept under the rug' so could be a metaphor for matty being problematic and it being glossed over by him, hairdye as there was twitter rumour he dyed his grays and matty has previously said he would not, flame and wok box as the boys used to work there, typewriter from the typed up letters he used to do but u dont know what 'im not a beatnik im a catholic' is a reference to, true romance is one of mattys favourites and was a key inspiration for the robbers video
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i have no clue what this is other than human blunt? and seeds and beans? as a gyat reference? help?
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this corner has the married computer so man who married a robot, lotion and tissues for activities, cow with glassjaw hoodie as a nod to when we are together and also the nme interview where he mentions that hoodie as the one he put on at 13 and took off at 19 if im correct, grass block from satvb promo, tent could be a nod to reading and leeds? then skeleton with the lab coat i dont know exactly but i think it could be another problemattic reference with me on the brain, and then 2013 george with his blue gatorade as in most gigs you can see his blue gatorade with its own stand!! (though i watched trsmnt the other day and it was orange) and he is producing i think it could have been drawn from a photo but i cba to find it
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and last but not least, ross!!! who is also jesus as there were lots of memes surrounding him looking like jesus or being a personal jesus and so on, also could be to do with the problemattic post of ricky gervais on the cross for being an atheist, penguin!! because ross likes penguins, bees are a manchester symbol, beer, robber with the iconic 2014 shirt, greggs sausage roll i presume from when one got thrown onstage but also the twitter meme of 'i saw matty crying in x greggs' and then i think the last on is a mortal kombat character and nearly forgot but ross also has a lamp as he turned off the lamps at the end of when we are together during atvb on stage
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robbielewis · 6 months
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SICK: Sycamore Gap tree destroyed LIVE: Updates as Northumberland landmark is 'deliberately felled'
The iconic tree in Northumberland is famous around the world but is no longer standing with it understood to have been cut down
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One of the most photographed trees in the UK
The Sycamore Gap tree has been deliberately cut down, bosses at Northumberland National Park have confirmed.
The tree stands in a dramatic dip in Hadrian’s Wall in the Northumberland National Park and has become famous around the world.
It is looked after by both Northumberland National Park and the National Trust and is loved by photographers who have captured stunning images of the tree under the park's dark skies. The landmark is also known as the Robin Hood Tree, after featuring in the 1991 Kevin Costner film, 'Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves.'
But now park bosses have confirmed to Chronicle Live that the tree is sadly no longer standing after being "deliberately felled" overnight.
In a statement, it said: "Northumberland National Park Authority can confirm that sadly, the famous tree at Sycamore Gap has come down overnight. We have reason to believe it has been deliberately felled."
An investigation has been launched into the incident and we will bring you live updates throughout the day.
'A symbol of our region'
Labour Member of Parliament for Newcastle Central and Shadow Minister for Science Research & Innovation, Chi Onwurah, has said the tree was a "symbol" of the North East.
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A truly beautiful work of natural art
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'This is senseless'
Northumbrian piper and broadcaster, Kathryn Tickell has said the incident is "senseless".
Author LJ Ross 'Terribly sad'
Terribly sad to hear of the loss of this iconic, beautiful tree, which was the setting for my second book and a source of peace and inspiration to many. If this was an act of vandalism, I can only think that the person responsible is deeply unwell. It’s madness.
Hexham MP brands incident 'criminal damage'
Guy Opperman: Sadly it is true that the iconic tree at Sycamore Gap has been deliberately cut down overnight.
Too early to speculate who did it, but this is criminal damage, and an attack on one of the nations most famous trees. I was here only ten days ago: everyone in shock
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Kim McGuinness 'devastated'
I’m devastated that the famous Sycamore is gone. I am incandescent that this looks like a deliberate act of vandalism. That tree was ours. An iconic North East landmark. ⁦Northumbria Police⁩ are at the scene and I’ll be raising this personally today.
Spray paint on tree stump
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They'll find the bastids. Whomever did this won't be able to keep their cake hole shut and they'll be grassed out.
NO WAY THAT HAS FALLEN DOWN 1) LOOK ITS CLEARLY A CLEAN CUT AND SAW DUST AROUND IT 2) IT WAS NOT EVEN THAT WINDY . THIS IS ABSOLUTLY DISGUSTING!!! AND EVEN WORSE TO TRY AN SAY ITS FALLEN DOWN. REPORT IT HOW IT IS. ITS BEEN CUT DOWN!
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Keep the memories alive!
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Mayor of Hexham Derek Kennedy said:
“It is understood that this was a deliberate act. We have lost a Northumberland icon in the felling of the tree. It is so loved as the key place to be photographed on Hadrian's Wall and rise to international fame in the movie Robin Hood Prince of Thieves. This is a shocking act, I am very sad.”
Officers have condemned the vandalism of an iconic Northumberland tree and vowed to bring anyone responsible to justice.
A full investigation has been launched after the Sycamore Gap Tree was felled overnight in what police believe to be a deliberate act of vandalism.
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oswincoleman · 2 years
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Jenna Coleman as Johanna Constantine in the Newcastle Incident (part 3), in "Dream a Little, Dream of Me", The Sandman, episode 3
Stream now on Netflix!
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talentforlying · 6 months
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also, writing up those profiles made me realize just how hard the john constantine self-loathing machine goes brr. exactly one of the people who were actually there at newcastle really, truly blamed you for what happened, my guy, the rest is just the mental illness talking.
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ivy-diaries · 1 year
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( 🍂 ) . . . — IVY JENNIFER JAMES , better known as IVY, is a korean-australian artist under BIGHIT ENTERTAINMENT. she's the only female soloist of HYBE Labels.
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while her korean name used to be the same as her stage name, she officially changed it summer of 2021 to kang jihye to honor her late grandmother who always wanted her to have that name.
the death of her grandma had taken a toll on her physical and mental health and she had to be on medical attention for a few months because of her depression and anorexia problems.
eversince that incident and her hiatus, she has been pretty vocal about her struggles with body image issues and her ed. she has been a spokesperson for the said reasons ever since!
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alphacrone · 1 year
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Portland Row Trio - Tugging!
Tugging - being able to feel a tug in the direction of your soulmate if they are feeling a strong emotion
Lucy had always been pulled south. 
She hadn’t always dreamt of moving to London. As a child she’d been content with her life in the north, running barefoot through the fields and climbing trees with Mary. Even after she began at Jacobs, Lucy thought she’d end up in Newcastle like Jody and Beth, or Durham like Sarah, or stay in her little village and marry a nice boy like Michelle. London was worlds away, a pipe dream at most.  
But when she felt her soulmate’s tug, it was always south. It never mattered where in town she was, never mattered how far she wandered or how far she traveled for a job. Lucy’s soulmate was always south. 
The first time she felt the tug, Lucy cried. She barely remembered it now, she’d only been three or four at the time, but the overwhelming sense of grief that pulled at her heart was too much for her to bear. Mum had scolded her for throwing a fit while she cooked supper and Dad had yelled at Jody and Michelle to shut her up. Lucy hadn’t had the words to describe the sadness that had overcome her, but she knew that it was leading her somewhere, somewhere away from home. She’d made it to the garden before someone scooped her up and smacked her bottom, which only made her cry harder. In the end Lucy had gone to bed without supper; she was far too upset to eat, anyways. 
After that, Lucy didn’t tell anyone when she felt the tugs of her soulmate. Not when she was overcome with rage and shame while picking flowers in the schoolyard. Not when she felt an elation on Christmas that didn’t correspond with the secondhand rapier her mother had foisted on her, a silent command to become an agent. Not when her heart broke in two during a normal training session and she’d been sent home for her hysterics, pay docked for the lost hours. 
Everyone else spoke of their soulmates openly. Sarah found hers in town, a sweet lad who lived down the street. Before she left home, she’d told Lucy that he’d found her on the day their father died, when she’d been so overcome with relief that she’d wept. He could feel her, he’d said, knew how to find her without even seeing her. Lucy thought that sounded useful, if not a bit creepy. 
Once, after a long day of working and a long night of drinking, Mum had told Lucy and Mary that she’d felt it when their father died. She’d felt his fear and his pain, had felt a sudden pull east towards the rail station, then…nothing. All that remained had been a cold, empty nothing. 
Mary had cried but Lucy’s eyes remained dry. The nothing meant her father wasn’t a Visitor, and that was more than enough comfort for her. People whose soulmates returned were said to be driven mad by the pull, by the constant loop of anger and sorrow.
It was almost a relief to Lucy that she didn’t feel that fear, that pain, that nothing after the mill incident. Her team had been her closest friends for half of her life and they’d been snatched from her so horrifically, but at least she hadn’t felt it. At least none of them had felt her terror as they died. 
So when she left home in the wee hours of the morning, Lucy didn’t have to think twice about where she would go. The answer had always been: south. 
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Lucy didn’t feel her soulmate much after joining Lockwood & Co. 
That wasn’t unusual. Most people didn’t live in a state of constant heightened emotion. Her soulmate probably had a normal job or went to school, lived a life free of danger and excitement. Lucy often wondered if she kept them up at night, when jobs went a bit sideways or she walked in on George in the bath. She wondered if they thought of her at all. 
George had asked her about her soulmate once, when they’d been reading in comfortable silence at the kitchen table. He had some Xeroxed articles in front of him from the Archives, studies on soulmates and the dead. Lucy wasn’t very interested in her own mystery novel, so she’d tossed it aside to answer his questions. 
“I’ve never met them,” she’d said with a shrug. “Not even sure where they are. South of my hometown, I know that for certain.” 
George nodded, peering at her over his glasses. “Mine’s all over the place,” he admitted. “Most often North, but not always. They must live in London, I just haven’t pinpointed them yet.” 
“When was the last time you felt them?” Lucy asked, propping her chin in her hand. 
To her surprise, George looked a bit bashful. “Well…don’t misunderstand this, but…the night you and Lockwood burnt down the Hope house.” 
“What, you don’t think…?” Lucy glanced up at the ceiling, to where Lockwood’s bedroom sat just out of sight. George shook his head. 
“I thought so as well, at first, but there have been times I’ve felt the pull while with Lockwood, and it wasn’t towards him.” For some reason, Lucy felt relief, but she couldn’t be sure why. “What about you?” 
“Well…” Lucy paused. “I thought felt it at Combe Carey, but it was all over the place, and everything happened so fast. I think I get it confused with my Touch sometimes.” 
George gave her a shit-eating grin. “Is your soulmate an evil monk ghost?”
Lucy pretended to consider it, tapping a finger against her lips. “Well, I do like them tall, dark, and crazy.” 
“What about me?” Lockwood stood in the doorway, society magazine tucked under his arm. His shirt was rumpled, tie draped loosely around his neck. Lucy wondered if he’d been dozing in the library. 
“We’ve decided Lucy’s soulmate was one of the demon monks from Combe Carey,” George said. 
Lockwood didn’t have the courtesy to look fazed. He simply chuckled and plopped down in the chair next to Lucy, tossing his magazine down next to Lucy’s discarded novel. “I’d have thought it would be Annabel Ward, if we’re choosing Visitors who died before we were born.” 
“Do you know your soulmate, Lockwood?” Lucy asked. 
“No,” he said simply. “If they want to find me, I won’t oppose, but all that—love, dating, marriage—it’s not in my plans.” 
“That’s a bit of a reductionist take on soulmates,” George admonished. “It’s not just about getting married and having 2.5 kids and a white picket fence. They could be platonic or familial, a lifelong companion of some sort, a twin flame—or flames! There have been instances of three or more soulmates all finding each other, or soulmates who have other soulmates outside of each other. It’s a literal connection of the soul.” 
Lucy liked listening to George talk when he was excited about something. His eyes would light up and his hands would dance all over the place. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Lockwood watching him, too, with an easy grin. 
“I surrender, George,” he said, hands raised in defeat. “I was being reductionist. Maybe one day I’ll find my soulmate, but it’s not at the top of my to-do list. I’ve got my team; that’s all I need.” 
“That’s insane,” George retorted, but he was smiling. 
Lucy decided then and there that she agreed with Lockwood. She didn’t need her soulmate, not as long as she had her boys and her home in Portland Row. 
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In the end, it shouldn’t have been surprising. 
Somehow, in some stupid way, they were all still blindsided by it. 
The job had gone wrong. Lucy thought that should have been the agency’s motto: Something WILL go wrong, guaranteed! Nothing was on fire and nobody had broken any bones—yet—but if they didn’t hurry up and find the source, someone was bound to die. 
The poltergeist was a strong one, throwing knives and chairs and other detritus all throughout the house. They’d all been separated pretty quickly, torn apart by the raging wind and flying projectiles. Lucy was trapped in the hallway between the kitchen and the sitting room, shielding herself behind a tea tray that had nearly decapitated her. She could hear the poltergeist’s screams, could feel that the source was somewhere nearby, but without anyone to guard her back she had no hope of finding it. 
Then—a flash of terror, searing pain in her ribs, and an overwhelming pull in her chest had her sprinting toward the kitchen, dodging flying books and debris. Something glanced off her head and she could feel blood trickling down her temple, but Lucy couldn’t concentrate on that, not when her soulmate was in trouble. 
When she found George, he was pinned to the wall by the kitchen table, struggling to break free. That explained the pain in her ribs. That explained why she’d been pulled to London her whole life. 
That didn’t explain why she now felt a pull upstairs. 
“George!” She cried, stumbling across the room to him. She batted down pots and pans that came at them with the tea tray, ignoring the ones that met her back as she wrestled the table away. George sank to the ground, gasping for air, but he grabbed Lucy’s arms, eyes wide and terrified. 
“Lockwood,” he panted. “He’s in- he’s in trouble- I can feel-”
Lucy nodded, pulling him to his feet. “Me too.” 
“And- your head- I could feel-”
“Yeah.” Lucy grabbed his hand and tugged. “Yeah, I know.” 
“Okay.” George followed her from the kitchen, slashing at the airborne cutlery. “Source?” 
“Hallway. Under the floorboards, I think.” Lucy ran past the spot, not giving it a glance. “Lockwood first.” 
“Lockwood first,” George agreed. His grip on her hand tightened. “Hurry.” 
Lucy felt it as well, a swell of fear and then…nothing. That nothing scared her more than the poltergeist at her back, more than the way her head spun from the scent of blood, more than any pain she’d ever experienced. She sped up her pace, taking the stairs two at a time. 
On the landing of the top floor, Lockwood’s body was sprawled across the pea-green carpet, rapier still clutched loosely in his hand. His eyes were closed, face too pale, chest too still-
“He’s breathing,” George said. “Lucy, he’s okay, he’s alive.” 
Lucy didn’t realize she was crying. She hadn’t cried over her soulmate in years, and now look at her, weeping like that little girl in the garden all those years ago. She collapsed on top of Lockwood’s chest, hand still entwined with George’s, and sobbed. Sobbed for all those times she felt their pain and grief, sobbed for all those times they’d felt hers, sobbed for the nothing she’d feared so viscerally. 
“Did I die?” A voice below her asked. “Why’s Lucy cryin- George, are you crying?” 
Lucy pulled back to see Lockwood’s eyes open and trained on her. He was wincing a bit, struggling to sit up, but his gaze seemed clear and lucid. A goose-egg was forming on his forehead, where the poltergeist must have nailed him with something heavy. 
Before either of them could say anything, Lockwood put a hand to his chest, face twisted in confusion and sadness. Then he looked up, glanced between them, and said, “Oh.” 
“Yeah,” George said, voice thick with tears. “Guess we found you after all.” 
“We should probably-” Lockwood motioned vaguely. “Poltergeists feed on emotion, and all that.” 
Lucy couldn’t help but laugh. “We’ve realized we’re all soulmates and that’s your reaction?” 
Lockwood grinned at her. “Well, it makes sense. You’re my team, my- my family. Of course we’re soulmates.” 
“I don’t care how injured he is,” George muttered to Lucy. “I’m drowning him in the tub when we get home.” 
“C’mon, I know where the source is,” Lucy said, pulling her boys to their feet. “Someone fetch me a crowbar and a net.” 
Containing the source would be a remarkably simple task, once they were all together. In fact, it would be downright dull. The real excitement of the evening would come later, when they were safe at home, icing heads and cleaning wounds, exchanging stories and secrets and little, whispered confessions. Lucy wouldn’t feel the tug south any longer; they would never be out of her reach again.  
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