IDK Y’all I Just Live Here

irene has kids before being turned and is invested in her descendants

john was already with mary and has to see her age and pass

mrs. hudson is the vampire queen

2) Mary is also a vampire, she got turned at the same time as John, she and Sherlock have Wine Wednesdays every third Saturday of the month

3) Mrs. Hudson is immortal but she’s not a vampire and nobody can figure out what her deal is

4) absolutely 100% correct

When a ghost of Napoleon’s past re-enters his life, it forces him to confront the feelings he’s been running from for years.

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Napoleon is thirteen years old when his best friend goes missing. Everyone knows what happened to Charlie Riordan. Everyone knows he didn’t run off like his family said. But he’s a poor Irish kid from the Bronx, so no one cares. The first month after Charlie goes missing, Napoleon goes house-to-house every day, asking if they’ve seen him; he only realizes after a week why no one else is looking with Napoleon. He keeps looking anyway. No one knows that Napoleon and Charlie would kiss, in the safety of their bedrooms when their parents were working. Napoleon knows that no one knows because his own parents don’t make him go missing as well. No one knows that there’s something wrong with Napoleon, just like there had been something wrong with Charlie. Napoleon had always been the better liar.

“Sorry,” he said, holding up his hands. “I didn’t think anyone would be over here.” He didn’t think he remembered an introduction to anyone in that dress. It was a memorable sort of a dress. “I believe I ran into your mother inside?” he ventured, because he ran into so many mothers.

“She’s not here,” she said, which was not what he wanted to hear and which he absolutely could not handle at the moment.

“Right,” he said, trying to recover, pretending as if he’d just remembered something. “Your father–”

“We haven’t met,” she interrupted. “I’m not anyone.”

“Oh thank god,” he said, abandoning propriety to collapse onto the bench, dropping his head between his knees. “Thank you.”

“Too many people?” she said sympathetically.

“I’m really bad with faces,” he admitted.

“A lot of people are,” she assured him.

He dragged his hands down his face. “I just confused a Duke with a waiter.”

She bit her lip. “As long as you aren’t rude to waiters, you should be fine,” she said.

“I wasn’t rude,” he said. “I’m never rude. It would have been better if I was rude.” He buried his face in his hands. “I tipped him,” he said, anguished, muffled by his palms. Why had he been dressed like a waiter?

She burst out laughing, loud and with her head tipped back, overwhelming the empty garden. He separated his fingers to stare at her.

“Sorry,” she hiccuped, which immediately descended back into snorts. She laughed like she was hunting for truffles.

“Thanks,” he said, though he almost did feel better. “I’m feeling very supported in my time of need.”

“There’s only one thing you can do,” she said, wiping tears from her eyes, trying to dab at them to not destroy her makeup. Reflexively, he offered her a handkerchief, which she accepted. “You have to flee the country. It’s the only way.” She checked the handkerchief for signs of smeared eyeliner. “Leave your family. Change your name. Get a new family. Never tell them your dark secret.”

“I think my old family might notice if I got a new family,” he said, now resting his chin in his hands, elbows balanced on his knees.

“That’s why you have to burn your house down,” she said matter-of-factly, now holding his handkerchief in a neat fold in her lap. “Just burn the whole thing. Everything but your favorite hat. You leave the hat on top of the ashes for your family to find. ‘This must be him’ they’ll say. 'He would never have left his favorite hat’. It’s the perfect crime. Once it’s done, you become a pig farmer. Anyone comes around asking questions, you feed them to the pigs.”

“You seem like you’ve put a lot of thought into this,” he observed. “How are your pigs?”

She looked him over sidelong. “Hungry,” she said primly.

starwarstober / inktober day 2

April 20 saw SpaceX attempt the first orbital launch of its Starship spacecraft and Super Heavy booster, which culminated in the spectacular loss of the prototype less than four minutes after liftoff.

The devastating force of the Super Heavy booster’s 33 Raptor engines gouged out a crater beneath the launch stand, and kicked a vast cloud of debris into the sky above SpaceX’s Texas spaceport (and that was just from normal operations).

Thankfully, no injuries have been documented as a result of the launch. However, the debris field from the launch, alone, was significantly larger than the 700-acre region projected in the event of an explosion on the launch pad. As reported by CNBC, windows were smashed and particulate debris fell on the town of Port Isabel, some six miles from the lift-off site.