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I really appreciated all the lovely stories that people provided for me yesterday. They really, honestly cheered me up tremendously. THANK YOU ALL SOOOOOOOOOO MUCH.
There were a couple of things going on yesterday, not the least of which was ther prospect of having to work the snow emergency under the new conditions. You all may not be at all surprised to discover that I have "quiet quit," in part because the job became even more unreasonable than it already was.
For those of you just tuning in, the tl;dr is that I previously enjoyed being a "tagger" (the person who gave out parking tickets during a snow emergency) for the City of Saint Paul due to the independent nature of the job. The job changed this year and now the only option is to be an assistant to a retired/reserve police officer as a kind of ride along. Many things, including ACAB, that I no longer could even imagine enjoying, since the largest part of my appreciation of the previous work was, in fact, the autonomy.
Yesterday, things got exponentially worse.
Because I spent much of last season also feeling dread over a job I ended up enjoying, I was determined to attempt to go on at least one shift this year to be absolutely sure that I did, in fact, actually despise it. So, when the call came out yesterday, I BRAVELY answered.
So the initial email offered these shifts, (though they would not guarantee work):
St Paul has DECLARED A SNOW EMERGENCY and runners are needed. This is a call for ALL Shifts: - Monday (12/29 NIGHT - 8pm - 5am) - Tuesday (12/30 DAY - 7am - 5pm) - Tuesday (12/30 NIGHT - 8pm - 5am) - Wednesday (12/12 DAY - 7am - 5pm)
Yeah, these are terrible hours. The shift is ten hours, but this was also nothing new. These were the hours I worked last year and I was surprised by how fast the time actually went when you were out and about. So, okay, I wrote back and said I could do the day shift today (you may note I am writing this TODAY.)
The first hassle was waiting to find out if I actually snagged a shift. The email was very clear that I should not show up to work unless I got a notification telling me where and when to show up. Both of these interoggative pronouns confused me a bit since the WHEN was very clearly stated above among my choices and where else would I show up other than the Public Works building in Saint Paul? But, okay, I understood the assignment: wait and see what I was offered before making definite plans to work the next day.
And so I waited.
And waited.
The previous year, this is was much more straight-forward. Regardless of when the text went out (though it was guaranteed to come out by 3 pm the day that the emergency was called), once we agreed to a shift it was ours. You could make plans, pack up a lunch, etc., etc. well in advance.
It was 6:30 pm the night before an early morning shift that I got the following message:
You are scheduled for: - Tuesday DAY (12/30 - 06:00 - 18:00)
I had to read the message three time before calling Shawn upstairs to also double-check my math. 6 am to 6 pm??? That's a TWELVE hour shift, y'all. Also, NOT AT ALL WHAT WAS INITIALLY OFFERED.
So, with Shawn's seal of approval, I told them absolutely no fucking way. Only, I just used two letters: "n" and "o." And, I was moderately polite about it. I believe my actual response was, "I can not work a twelve hour shift. If that means you need to choose someone else, so be it."
Like, y'all? I was actually perfectly willing to consider ten (possibly horrific) hours in a car with a cop (or, more likely outside in the freezing conditions of the streets of Saint Paul, MInnesota--it is 17 F/-3 C today--with a cop harrassing me to hurry up.) But twleve hours feels vaguely unconstitutional, you know? Especially since at the informational meeting I attended regarding the changes in this job, I asked, "So, you're talking a lot about how fast you want to do this job. I'm a woman who is nearly 60 years old. You will make time for me to go to the bathroom, right?" I got a look like, OMG a woman is speaking and an answer that was, and I quote, "This is why we go to the bathroom before our work." To which, I said, "Sir, we are talking about a ten hour shift and a 60 year old bladder." This didn't didn't even get a laugh. They were dead serious that they weren't willing to give me the breaks that are, in fact, guaranteed by Minnesota Labor Law.
So ... (again, possibly not in a surprise to anyone) ACAB and Fuck Saint Paul.
Может быть, именно то, что они оба немного расстроены, заставляет Альдо согласиться, когда Винсент говорит:
— А если я поспрашиваю, умеет ли кто в Ватикане? Тогда — да? — и звучит так искренне и светло, как только он и умеет. — Покажешь?
Да, кивает Альдо, тогда — да, если хочешь. Если вдруг. Но совершенно ясно, что вопрос можно считать закрытым: каковы шансы, что среди их коллег найдётся такой человек? Нулевые.
It’s “where are you now?” month at Ask a Manager, and all December I’m running updates from people who had their letters here answered in the past.
Remember the letter-writer wondering whether to suggest that their employee rethink her career path? (They were having to outsource a large report she should have been responsible for because of the quality of her work.) Here’s the update.
Mindy is still with our organization, but possibly not for much longer. We ended up not outsourcing the report, but I had several conversations with her over the course of this year about her growth with the organization, as she’d requested a promotion to a senior manager role — a position which didn’t exist at the time — in her annual performance review. At the guidance of our HR team (who are great — they’re compassionate, inclusive, and smart, and I’ve gotten them hooked on AAM), I discussed the possibility of a promotion several times over a few months with her, and asked her to come up with ways her role would expand to become a higher-level position, e.g. new tasks or areas of responsibility she’d take on, how she would take a fuller role in decision-making and managing projects, etc. I also praised her frequently for the tasks she did well, and asked her to suggest ways to adjust her responsibilities to play more to her strengths. Unfortunately, she never brought me any ideas.
By the end of September, our team’s workload had grown so much (our organization is in an awesome growth period) that my boss told me I could hire a senior manager. I worked with HR and my boss to develop a job description that was standard for a senior manager position, which unfortunately Mindy didn’t meet the qualifications for in terms of years of experience, writing skills, and ability to manage projects independently. My boss and I told my direct reports that we would be creating the position during a team meeting, noting they could apply if interested, and Mindy did not look happy about it. Due to work travel and a tsunami of projects, I wasn’t able to debrief with Mindy and dig into how she was feeling about everything before she left on a three-week international vacation. She’s returning next week after the application window closes. We’ve received several hundred applications for the position, including some true standouts, so if nothing else, it will become clear to her the gap between her expectation of a promotion for the sake of being promoted, and the skills and expertise needed to reach the next level in her communications career.
Mindy’s counterpart on our team is also deeply struggling — she was hired almost two years ago, and has never met the level of quality, attention to detail, timeliness, professionalism, and critical thinking we need from someone in her position. The plan is to offer her separation with a generous severance package after the holidays (again, our org and HR are wonderful — I wish everyone had a team so supportive and kind). I’m planning to tuck away some of the strong candidates I can’t hire for the senior role and interview them for the junior role when Mindy’s counterpart is no longer with us. I would not be surprised at all if Mindy also decided to leave, so I may be dipping several times into that applicant pool.
I do want to let the commenters from the original post know that I read every comment, but I wasn’t in a position to respond for the next few days. Most of the comments were helpful (most of them–some were just mean, but that’s the internet for you), and I wanted to clarify a few things: My boss, Mindy’s direct manager until I was hired, had a soft spot for her since Mindy had worked for her ever since getting her undergrad degree. For the first year and a half of my time with the organization, I was assessing and getting a feel for how things needed to get done. One commenter smartly and correctly noted that communications can look and feel very different between organizations; mine has a very specific tone and type of messaging that Mindy has never mastered. I spent another year and a half supportively coaching Mindy and giving her clear expectations on her work before finally accepting that she just didn’t have the skills I needed from someone in her role.
My boss has really had my back, and she’s said to me that she knows now that she waited too long to address Mindy’s issues. Mindy is seriously a great person, so I think we all tried for longer than we should have to get her where she needed to be, but it’s just not working out.
Oh boy, the Chicago Sun-Times put out a long-form villain origin story of Gregory Bovino, Customs and Border Patrol Commander Op at Large / adjudicated liar and gasser of children / leading invader of California, Chicago, Charlotte, and New Orleans, attempting to answer the question on everyone’s minds about the guy: What the fuck went wrong there? by tracing him back to his gel-soaked roots. And it’s intriguing and juicy!
(Bovino himself, of course, refused to comment or participate. You can still cover it anyway, CBS News.)
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The Bovino story begins in the organized-crime-plagued village of Aprigliano in Calabria, Italy, in 1909, from which Michele Bovino (he/him) departed for Pennsylvania coal country looking for work as a miner, thanks to President Taft’s open borders policy, leaving his wife Luigia and their four kids behind. The US Border Patrol would be founded 15 years later, in 1924, over concerns that Southern and Eastern Europe were not sending their best! But fortunately Michele was already in the country by then, quickly filed papers to become a citizen, changed his name to Michael at some point, and was naturalized in 1927. And then Luigia and the four kids arrived in the US on the SS Giuseppe Verdi.
That calls for a soundtrack!
Much better. And one of the kids was 12-year-old Vincenzo Bovino, Gregory’s future grandfather, who was automatically granted “derivative citizenship” for minors. That is called chain migration!
And then Vincenzo Bovino’s son Michael married a lady from Blowing Rock, NC, Betty Hartley, and they had Gregory, 55 years ago last March. Today, Gregory leans heavy on his North Carolina roots, sometimes playing up his accent and drawling about Ma and Pa America, though by old-white-Southern-racist kinds of standards, his roots are relatively shallow.
Anyway, what went so wrong in young Gregory’s life? Possibly some clues: From age 11 to 12, around 1981-2, was by all accounts an eventful time. His father Michael Bovino was an alcoholic who owned a bar in Blowing Rock called the Library Club. And on the way home one night, father Michael killed a woman, Janie Mae Mitchell, 26, and seriously injured her husband Larry, by crashing his truck head-on at full speed into their car while he was driving on the wrong side of the road, after drinking what he later admitted was “two, maybe three six-packs of beer.”
Michael had also had a DUI seven years before. And in 1974, it took a lot to get a DUI, that was before there were even blood-alcohol tests yet, or standardized sobriety tests. For Janie Mae Mitchell’s death, Michael spent four months in jail, and Larry Mitchell sued him. Father Bovino lost his bar, and Betty Hartley Bovino divorced him, sending Michael off with only “the pool table, tools, lawnmower, a ‘beer topper,’ three suitcases, a color TV, three baby photos, books, a tennis racket, an ice-cream freezer, a jukebox with records and a mantle clock.”
Ironic, because the Trump administration announced that Operation Midway Blitz was launched in Chicago in honor of 20-year-old DUI-accident-victim Katie Abraham, to the surprise and eventual disgust of Abraham’s mother. Abraham was killed by drunk driver and Guatemalan citizen Julio Cucul-Bol, along with her friend Chloe Polzin, 21, though why the operation was not in honor of Polzin also is unclear. Does Bovino still think about the woman his father killed sometimes?
Also at age 11, Bovino once told a podcast, was when he got inspired to join the Border Patrol, after watching a movie called The Border, produced by a distant cousin of his mom and starring Jack Nicholson and Harvey Keitel as bad-guy agents who get involved in a human-smuggling ring.
The movie is only rated 65 percent at Rotten Tomatoes, so if you have never heard of it, that’s probably why. And it made an impression on Greg. “But the young Bovino was crestfallen that the movie portrayed the agents as bad guys and said he was moved to join the Border Patrol in 1996 to show he was the opposite — a good border cop.”
And yet his ICE goons sound more like Harvey Keitel in another movie, Bad Lieutenant, going around robbing people.
Though even the Bad Lieutenant only did some drugs and gambled (and forced some teenage girls to watch him masturbate, Louis CK-style). He never gassed children, dragged a pregnant lady across the street by the arm, or robbed somebody of their groceries on Christmas Eve. He was not evil Lieutenant. Nobody wants to watch that.
Later, when Greg was 14, his father Michael moved away to New Mexico, and Greg stayed behind in North Carolina. He enrolled at Watauga High School in Boone, where he was known to be pleasant, funny, a good student, and polite. And he joined the wrestling team, a very good sport for young men on the shorter side who lack active father figures to participate in.
A former teammate of his seems to feel that the old Greg would not approve of the new Greg:
I don’t think Greg would not do his job, and, like, if they’re asking to do something that’s not fair to the minorities, I’m sure he’s hating it. This is kind of a Bible belt community, so I know Greg was exposed to compassion and love for his fellow man. But it’s dangerous to speculate what a man is thinking. I hope whatever happens, I hope it works out good for him and his family and the people that are being mistreated.
The old Greg sounds cool, a nature-loving guy who particularly liked snakes and got a degree in natural resource conservation from Western Carolina University, then a master’s in public administration from Appalachian State University. He might have enjoyed a job as a ranger at one of Western North Carolina’s many beautiful national forests and parks! But instead he got a job with the Boone police department, and after that with the Border Patrol. Then he rose through the ranks and different postings, eventually returning to his first post in El Centro, California, in 2020 as chief of the sector there.
And with social media, the world met new Greg, who as chief of the sector posted pictures of himself toting guns, and tweets about Mexicans and Yemenites. You know, the same guy who now whinges about ICE agents having to wear masks and conceal their identities so they don’t get doxxed!
Yet he was and is still apparently unwilling to put down his own phone and exercise a little discretion for the benefit of everyone else. And mean old Joe Biden’s Border Patrol told him to take his posts down, and even attempted to demote him to a new, vague position in DC. The censorship!
But it wasn’t just the posts, the new Greg was a preening asshole and problematic in other ways, too. His sector was sued twice for racial profiling, and his agents were accused of the same destructive and theatrical moves later pulled in Chicago, like unnecessary violence, and blowing open front doors and smashing car windows.
And his department was rife with sexual misconduct claims, too. One former agent there, Jenn Budd, says she and other women under Bovino’s Border Patrol “were raped as a rite of passage and faced a backlash if they complained.”
Also, “The pattern and practice down here is to make false accusations against the people you just beat up.” We have sure all seen that!
Budd says she quit the job after unearthing wrongdoing and being threatened to keep quiet about it. Her take on Bovino:
“[Bovino] laughs when they call him out on the stuff, and it’s just a bro thing. He’s just going around with his bros, just capturing migrants and people of color and harassing people. They will lie constantly, like you saw in the Chicago courts. They will not think twice about doing it, and nobody will hold them accountable.”
But, maybe not nobody. Bovino and hundreds of his agents already skedaddled away from Chicago like rat snakes after Judge Sara Ellis slapped them with an injunction, following Bovino getting caught lying on camera multiple times. And what do you know, the plaintiffs in the Chicago lawsuit say that since then, ICE has gone forth and sinned no more! At least, not legally, in Chicago, in terms of that lawsuit. At least it’s a step up from shooting a praying priest in the eye with a pepper ball?
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And no matter what Bovino may have told them, individual agents are not operating under some “constitutional exception” to the law. Pam Bondi’s DOJ may not go after ICE agents who break the law, but local prosecutors and judges sure could, or a post-Trump DOJ, inshallah.
Meanwhile, Bovino is now in Louisiana, with “Operation Catahoula Crunch” following a stopover in Charlotte, NC, for “Operation Charlotte’s Web.” Possibly he will be in the Baltimore area next, as soon as he can think of some kind of Bovino-style snappy title to call it. No penis ones, that’s just Hegseth! And “Operation Shoot A Man In A Van In Glen Burnie” is way too long, speaking of local police and prosecutors, ahem. Can’t wait to see what happens with that crazy story.
Wherever Bovino’s boots may go, though, his thumbs are always on social media, posting every day some content matter: AI slop, photos of people his goons have apprehended with unverifiable claims that they are criminals, whines about how violent mobs are trying to assault poor, brave ICE patriots, and feel-good reels of how much everybody loves him and wants to be his best friend.
In fact, Bovino has never publicly mentioned a partner or children. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but seems unhealthy that Border Patrol is apparently his entire life and the only thing in it other than shitposting on social media. Does he have a single friend? A purse-sized dog he can talk to and pretend is a person?
It is an unknowable question of the human condition: What DOES make a good boy go bad? Lose their empathy, and keep it off? Become willing, even eager, to lie and break the law to try and impress a felon like Donald Trump? It’s anyone’s guess!
U and I walked up the road and back by the boardwalk, and saw fewer birds than we had in the parking lot! Parking lots are very often good birding in part because of the variety of habitat usually found there. We'd had Varied Thrush, they've been scarce, and a huge flock of Lesser Goldfinches up in the very tops of tall pines, looking like bright yellow balls on every spike. At the Lake there was a small feeding flock that included a Townsend's Warbler that flew down to the Lake right below, took a drink from the Lake and then bathed! That was a treat. There was also Great Egret mostly hidden in the sedges across from the bench but again no ducks. ( The list: )
We saw wind damage even in the Canyon, a tree broken off near the Little Farm, and branches and brush that the Park had already been at with a chainsaw. There was clear evidence that Wildcat Creek had spread far to the east under the Boardwalk, something I will try to go up and look for when it rains again in a couple of days.
“Good. Thomas, I need you to give her to me.” “What?” Thomas croaked, confused. He finally managed to untangle the blanket from around his legs so now he was just kneeling on the bed, looking up into Vincent´s burning eyes. They were so bright and Thomas felt as if they were looking directly into his soul. “Of course you can pick her up Vincent, I don´t-“ “No, Thomas. I need you to give her to me.”
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It´s night in the Vatican and Thomas Lawrence has a choice to make.
In today’s edition of Sure you are, you rat-faced weasel dick, we honor feral Trump partisan Ric Grenell. Again.
Grenell’s award-winning performance on this occasion? A Chernobyl-level meltdown over musician Chuck Redd cancelling his annual Christmas Eve jazz concert at the Kennedy Center at the last minute in protest of Donald Trump renaming the building, currently sinking into cultural irrelevance under Grenell’s direction, after himself.
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Redd’s cancellation led Grenell, in a spasm of bluster that would embarrass Douglas MacArthur, to threaten to sue Redd for $1 million for breach of contract. And also for hurting MAGA’s feelings, which is now illegal under the We Are Too Special, Mom Said So Act of 2025.
Grenell responded to Redd’s actions with a scathing letter in which he called the cancellation “classic intolerance” that “surrenders to the sad bullying tactics employed by certain elements of the left.” This was followed by the sort of sneering horseshit that had the entire nation of Germany rooting for Grenell to leave the country when he was ambassador there:
Nevertheless, it is worth noting that attendance for your Jazz Jam had been lagging considerably behind our other Christmas and holiday offerings, which have drawn strong crowds and enthusiastic response.
Well then, you shouldn’t be too sad about the cancellation.
The most avant-garde and well-regarded performers in your genre will still perform regularly, and unlike you, they’ll do it to sold out crowds regardless of their political leanings.
Meow! Grenell and other wingnuts have sneered repeatedly for almost a year that Donald Trump is finally making the Kennedy Center more inclusive for MAGA types. But was something stopping those same MAGA types from coming to Redd’s concert, which he has put on every Christmas Eve for 20 years, before now? Was there a “no wingnuts admitted to the ballet” rule under the old Kennedy Center regime? Was MAGA not allowed to buy tickets to Hamilton? Help us out, we’re very confused.
Your dismal ticket sales and lack of donor support, combined with your last-minute cancellation has cost us considerably.
The concert was free. Grenell is claiming that the Kennedy Center was hurt (dismally!) by lack of ticket sales to a free concert. What exactly has the cancellation cost? If no one was coming anyway, you’re not going to miss the parking fees or the concession sales.
This whole contretemps is a good reminder that Grenell is one of the more unpleasant human beings currently in public life. Which, considering the state of public life in America as we drag our exhausted butts into the Year of our Lord 2026, is really saying something.
Yeah? Then tell your boss to restore all the funding he cut to the National Endowment for the Arts and PBS if you and everyone else love the arts so much, asshole.
We suspect people are boycotting the Kennedy Center because Trump and Grenell came out of the barrel accusing the entire organization of being a bunch of radical leftist MAGA haters. We suspect they turned off the patrons they need by playing up their usual victim shtick, as if the Kennedy spent decades not scheduling UFC fights and Kid Rock concerts as a deliberate middle finger aimed at the Right.
In short, we suspect this is all happening because Ric Grenell in particular is a whiny fucking bitch, and people have better ways to spend their time than being insulted by him.
As if Grenell’s letter and tweets on the subject weren’t shirty enough, a Kennedy Center spokesman sent NPR a statement speaking about a cancelled jazz concert in apocalyptic terms:
Any artist cancelling their show at the Trump Kennedy Center over political differences isn’t courageous or principled—they are selfish, intolerant, and have failed to meet the basic duty of a public artist: to perform for all people.
Actually, using art to protest the actions of a repressive government and a narcissistic authoritarian is a basic duty, if not one of the highest callings for an artist. Redd cancelling his concert is probably the least confrontational protest he could make. Imagine if he’d gotten on stage on Christmas Eve and criticized Trump slapping his name on the Kennedy Center or dedicated the concert to all the undocumented immigrants the government has been kidnapping and their families that have been torn apart. Now that would have been political.
Redd is far from the first artist to cancel a performance at the Kennedy Center since Trump made Grenell its director and named himself the chairman of the board. Lin-Manuel Miranda cancelled a run of Hamiltonthat was supposed to take place in 2026. Issa Rae cancelled her sold-out show last March. Ben Folds resigned as artistic advisor to the National Symphony Orchestra.
So Adele Stan’s suggestion at The New Republic that Grenell’s purpose in releasing this letter to Redd was to intimidate other artists who might be thinking of cancelling performances makes a lot of sense. But if that was the plan, it didn’t work.
On Monday, a jazz group called The Cookers cancelled two New Year’s Eve performances at the Center. A dance troupe from New York also announced it was cancelling two shows scheduled for April to celebrate its 40th anniversary. The Cookers did not give a reason other than to say that they would return to play when “the room is able to celebrate the full presence of the music and everyone in it.”
But Doug Varone, the head of the dance troupe Doug Varone and Dancers, said he was cancelling because “We can no longer permit ourselves nor ask our audiences to step inside this once great institution.” He added that the cancellations are “financially devastating but morally exhilarating.” Ouch.
The best part of all of this is that, as Stan noted, Grenell lobbied hard to be Secretary of State in Trump 2.0. That was the job he really wanted. Instead, it went to empty suit Marco Rubio. Running the Kennedy Center is a consolation prize, one which Trump very well might have given Grenell because in the president’s narrow, bigotry-addled brain, he assumed Grenell being gay meant he must love theater.
The problem isn’t a lack of love of theater, though. The problem is Grenell and Trump can’t help being dicks.
Title: Charitable Deduction Author: Spikedluv Fandom: Murder, She Wrote (tv)/Hudson & Rex (tv) Pairing/Characters: Jessica Fletcher & Rex & Charlie Hudson/Sarah Truong Rating/Category: PG13/Gen(/Het) Prompt:Murder, She Wrote (tv)/Hudson & Rex (tv), Jessica & Rex & Charlie & or / Sarah, Charlie and Sarah visit Cabot Cove. Spoilers: Takes place during early seasons of Murder, She Wrote and around season six of Hudson & Rex. Summary: Charlie, Sarah and Rex visit Cabot Cove when a woman Jessica helped arrest in St. John's escapes police custody. Jessica is more concerned for the safety of her niece, Beatrice, than her own. And naturally, another dead body turns up. Notes/Warnings: This fic takes place some time after Charity Ends With Murder, though it's not necessary to read that one in order to understand this one. Title is just me playing with the ‘charity' theme.
In that clear unpeopled space: the Unicorn's long way to her forest. Has the poetry, the beauty and the character growth of the book.
Lord of the Flies - Willliam Golding
I Remember (Don't Worry) : in which Ralph encounters Jack years post novel. Disturbing in the way the book is, yet with some glimpse of hope.
Penny Dreadful
mimics the lampllight's struggle with the dawn: After a night of victory, Vanessa and Hecate, separately, search for their footing. Missing scene from the second season's finale, with both women and Malcolm expertly drawn.
The Radiant Emperor Series - Shelley Parker-Chan
The Calligraphy of Disgrace: in which we get another take on these novels' entertainingly screwed up soulmates relationship, with an AU twist.
Courting the Chamberlain : in which we find out how Frederick the Great's lover got married to the resourceful Caroline Daum.
The Ring of the Nibelung - Wagner
Loyalty only to me: Hagen learns many lessons from his father over the years.
Some Desperate Glory - Emily Tesh
Again two different takes on a novel's aftermath, the first focused on Magnus, the other on Avi, which also doubles a great take on his development across several timelines.
This will most likely be the final fic I post in 2025. Which is coincidental, because the first fic I posted in 2024 was not only my first Murder, She Wrote fic, but also the fic that precedes this one. I hope you enjoy this!
Title: Charitable Deduction Author: Spikedluv Fandom: Murder, She Wrote (tv)/Hudson & Rex (tv) Rating: PG13/Gen(/Het) Pairing/Characters: Jessica Fletcher & Rex & Charlie Hudson/Sarah Truong Length: 4,100 words Spoilers: Takes place during early seasons of Murder, She Wrote and around season six of Hudson & Rex. Summary: Charlie, Sarah and Rex visit Cabot Cove when a woman Jessica helped arrest in St. John’s escapes police custody. Jessica is more concerned for the safety of her niece, Beatrice, than her own. And naturally, another dead body turns up. Author’s Notes: Written for smallfandomfest for the prompt: Murder, She Wrote (tv)/Hudson & Rex (tv), Jessica & Rex & Charlie & or / Sarah, Charlie and Sarah visit Cabot Cove. This fic takes place some time after Charity Ends With Murder, though it’s not necessary to read that one in order to understand this one. Title is just me playing with the ‘charity’ theme. Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated. Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. Posted: December 30, 2025
“Do you always watch me that closely, Eminenza?” he asks, eyes on Aldo. Something in his voice has shifted, too, dropping it into what might almost be a conspiratorial mutter, and Aldo shouldn’t delude himself into thinking he can read anything into it. It’s been too long.
Some doors should stay closed, especially after they’ve been slammed shut.
After the conclave, over the course of seven days and seven conversations, Aldo Bellini is forced to retrace the steps of a past he's spent thirty years trying to forget and slowly comes to the realisation that old, buried feelings might not have been buried that deeply after all.
“Do you always watch me that closely, Eminenza?” he asks, eyes on Aldo. Something in his voice has shifted, too, dropping it into what might almost be a conspiratorial mutter, and Aldo shouldn’t delude himself into thinking he can read anything into it. It’s been too long.
Some doors should stay closed, especially after they’ve been slammed shut.
After the conclave, over the course of seven days and seven conversations, Aldo Bellini is forced to retrace the steps of a past he's spent thirty years trying to forget and slowly comes to the realisation that old, buried feelings might not have been buried that deeply after all.
L.A. Confidential Los Ageless ~ in Los Ageless the mothers milk their young
Deadpool & Wolverine Something Good ~ something tells me I'm into something good
My favorite vid this year All of them, really.
Least favorite vid None really, I'm happy with them all.
Most successful I think, all festivids recips liked their vid.
Vid most under-appreciated by the universe in my opinion None, I think, they were all well liked.
Most Fun Vid It's All Coming Back To Me Now was a lot of fun to make, it cracked me up! The silly action stuff, the over the top use of music. Loved it!
Video with the single sexiest moment It's All Coming Back To Me Now probably. But also, every time Deadpool and Wolverine "fought".
Hardest Vid to Make All of them in a way. It's getting harder each year to actually sit down and vid. Maybe it's my attention span or concentration skills, I don't know. But it's been getting harder lately.
Most unintentionally telling vid At this point it's all intentional :D Gotta pick It's All Coming Back To Me Now!!
Since my usual inspirational blond twink hero is currently pursuing an alternate career path as a genocidal glam rocker, I have to revert to my default sunshine boy.
So, I love that the comics have played up that Luke Skywalker is trusting and optimistic, but not a completely clueless idiot.
He trusts, and he believes in the inherent goodness of people, but he's not entirely gullible.
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