James looked at his screen in panicked disbelief. All his files, gone. All backups, gone.

He stumbled into the main room of the house. It used to be the drawing room, but they had come to use it for storing all those boxes, unopened since they had moved in, five years ago. His daughters now called it Dad's Storage Room.

He sat down between the boxes. Diaries of his grandmother. His own diaries from all those years. Books, books, books. He opened one box.

There it was, the cheap volume in shabby green binding.

Wir schreiten auf und ab im reichen flitter // Des buchenganges, beinah bis zum tore, // und sehen aussen in dem feld vom gitter // Den mandelbaum zum zweitenmal im flore.

That is it, James thought. That is what will remain. Paper, print, long-forgotten emotions, tied to pieces of paper.

For heaven's sake, Watson. Of course she was murdered in the bakery. Can't you see the flour spread all over her jacket?

Forgive me, Holmes, but might this not be some other powder? Of a very different nature, we might say?

[A lengthy pause.]

Ah, said Holmes. Indeed.

What you have failed to take into account, Professor Moriarty, Holmes said calmly, rising from his chair and reaching for his pipe, is the inevitable ...

Forgive me, Shirley, Moriarty interrupted, but I haven't, and inevitable it isn't. Sit down, will you. Geoffrey here will administer the ..., well, let's call it medicine.

Porter plainte pour VSS : un parcours long, douloureux… et trop souvent décourageant.

Déposer plainte signifie revivre plusieurs fois son traumatisme :
Déclarations répétées
Examens médicaux et psychologiques
Auditions, parfois face à l’agresseur·euse
Et souvent, un manque cruel d’écoute et d’accompagnement…

Ce parcours, déjà difficile, est encore aggravé par des institutions mal formées, peu bienveillantes ou maltraitantes.

Chez @noustoutesorg, on milite pour un accueil digne et respectueux des victimes.
Informons-nous, soutenons les survivant·es, exigeons une vraie justice.

Sherlock Holmes and the curious incident of the missing socks.

Well, it was rather curious on that morning, when I was late. Not so much now.

"It took you a little longer than I expected, Holmes", the DM said. "You are losing your grip. Don't bother blocking me now, I have moved to a different server."

I entered the drawing room and saw Holmes bent over his phone, typing with his thumbs.

Did you know, Watson, Holmes said without looking up, did you know that Moriarty has set up his account so that all his toots auto-delete after one week? So why is it that this one toot is still there? Most remarkable.

Moriarty has a Mastodon account?

Yes l, of course he has, Holmes said, don't you see how it all fits together? Holmes remained silent for the rest of the evening, busy typing on his phone.

You'll get RSI if you don't take a break, Holmes, I said. He did not reply.

Ah, Professor Moriarty, we meet again! I fear that this time, you will find that ...

Yes, Sherlock. This time will be very different, won't it? I have brought a bottle of Taittinger and two glasses. Where shall we sit? James here will bring the oysters.

Je regarde Keep Sweet sur une secte d'Ultra mormons polygames (cw #VSS en tous genres)
J'ai une drôle de notion de la détente depuis que j'ai basculé dans les docucreepys

Piglet was trying to reach Edward the Bear's doorbell when he arrived.

"What are you trying to do?" asked Edward.

"I was trying to reach the bell," said Piglet.

"Let me do it for you," said Pooh kindly and reached up to knock at the door.

Piglet didn't know what to do. His friend was getting worse, and it cut him deeply to see the decline, to see his friend standing at his own door, waiting for himself to answer.

Ah, we meet at last, Professor Moriarty. I admit I had underestimated your ...

Stop it, Holmes, just give me the keys to the car.

Est-ce que les séries The Power et True Detective saison 4 c'est pas l'expression d'une présomption entièrement masculine, que si on redonnait le pouvoir aux femmes, elles feraient exactement la même chose qu'eux : écraser, se venger, tuer
#VSS #féminisme #série #violence

Depuis nos révélations, le 13 mai, sur des violences pratiquées durant plusieurs décennies par des prêtes et des enseignants sur des élèves de l'établissement Notre-Dame du Kreisker, à Saint-Pol-de-Léon (29), des dizaines de nouveaux témoignages accablants nous sont parvenus. 1/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XSa4ySzchbw

James felt protected by the tree whose branches covered the window of his study. The room was dark even midday in summer, sunlight struggled to get through the dense greeen foliage. He opened the window and touched the bark of the nearest branch. You will be here when I and the house are gone, he said. His hand rested on the tree.

A Grimm tale: He rubbed his eyes and hunched over the table. Two sons lost, and now his only remaining boy, the youngest, wanted to set out in search of that stupid Golden Bird. Could he let him go? What would his wife have said? His gardener’s hands, creased and callused from a lifetime of working the soil, knew instinctively, as he always had with roses, that children need room to grow.

#Féminicide à Givisiez: «Elle avait le regard éteint» | 24 heures

Merci au journal de titrer correctement ce crime, à savoir un #féminicide doublé d'un #infanticide. Et on apprend qu'il s'agit du 19è meurtre d'une femme, parce que femme, depuis le début de cette année. Nous en sommes donc à environs 2 occurrences par mois! C'est énorme et ce n'est que l'arbre qui cache la forêt des #violencesconjugales, lesquelles démarrent rarement par un meurtre.
#vss

https://www.24heures.ch/feminicide-a-givisiez-elle-avait-le-regard-eteint-828786442580

Indeed, a very interesting idea. Do call my secretary to fix an appointment, will you. Looking forward to discussing it with you.

This is what I have done, Arthur said. I wish I hadn't, but this is what I did.

Are you truly repentant, the Angel asked.

I think I am, but how can I know, Arthur said.

You are right to be unsure, the Angel said. You are on the right path.

He and the Angel both wept.

Will you be with me, Arthur asked.

The Angel rose above him. She smiled.