#*cranks up the celine dion*

[herecomesthefirstday]

herecomesthefirstday's year in review

Big things: Published a paper & a letter with my job, moved out of my parents' house and in with my boyfriend, stopped having a job, started watching One Piece, flew to Atlanta even though I hate flying, caught up with One Piece

TOP 20 FILMS OF 2023 / more & more year in review (music, TV, books, games) under readmore

Bottoms

Past Lives

Polite Society

The Holdovers

Oppenheimer

John Wick Chapter 4

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Rye Lane

Killers of the Flower Moon

May December

Barbie

Mission Impossible: Dead Reckoning

The Pope's Exorcist

Asteroid City

Theater Camp

The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar

You Hurt My Feelings

Poor Things

They Cloned Tyrone

80 For Brady

BEST SHORT OF 2023: Take Me Home

Songs on repeat / movies I watched and rated 4.5 or 5 stars / books read / TV watched / games played by month

January 🎵 Marigolds - Kishi Bashi American Teenager - Ethel Cain 🎬 Hail, Caesar! (2016) 4.5 Embrace of the Serpent (2015) 5 Fail Safe (1964) 4.5 Honorable mention: The Best Years of Our Lives (1946) 3.5 📚 World War Z - Max Brooks 🔁1/16 Gideon the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir 1/18 Harrow the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir 1/23 Nona the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir 1/26 📺 Dark

February 🎵 Partita for 8 Voices - Roomful of Teeth God Is a Freak - Peach PRC 🎬 Third Kind (2018) 4.5 Showgirls (1995) 4.5 Lord of the Rings trilogy (2001-2003) 🔁 5 📚 The Memory Police - Yōko Ogawa 2/7 Authority - Jeff VanderMeer 2/15 📺 Crazy Ex-Girlfriend 🔁 Bloodline S1

March 🎵 Not Another Rockstar - Maisie Peters 🎬 Banshees of Inisherin (2022) 4.5 John Wick (2014) 🔁 4.5 John Wick: Chapter 3 (2019) 🔁 5 Honorable mention: 80 for Brady (2023) 3 📚 Acceptance - Jeff VanderMeer 3/4 How To Hide An Empire - Daniel Immerwahr 📺 Crazy Ex-Girlfriend 🔁 Yellowjackets S1 🔁 S2 Poker Face Defending Jacob

April 🎵 2 Be Loved (Am I Ready) - Lizzo Daytona Sand - Orville Peck Little Dark Age - MGMT 🎬 John Wick: Chapter 4 (2023) 4.5 Honorable mention: Rye Lane (2023) 4 📚 How To Hide An Empire - Daniel Immerwahr 4/1 📺 Succession Grey's Anatomy Yellowjackets

May 🎵 Home - Diana Ross Lipstick Lover - Janelle Monáe Gloria - Laura Branigan 🎬 Polite Society (2023) 5 The Joy Luck Club (1993) 4.5 Crank (2006) 4.5 ��� Succession Grey's Anatomy Yellowjackets White Lotus 🎮 Tears of the Kingdom

June 🎵 Lipstick Lover - Janelle Monáe Movin' Out - Billy Joel 🎬 The Fabelmans (2022) 4.5 Casablanca (1942) 🔁 4.5 Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (2023) 4.5 Deep Blue Sea (1999) 5 What We Do In The Shadows (2014) 🔁 5 📺 White Lotus Grey's Anatomy Marriage The Bear 🎮 Tears of the Kingdom

July 🎵 My House - Diana Ross Both Sides Now - Joni Mitchell 🎬 Lady Bird (2017) 🔁 4.5 Pacific Rim (2013) 🔁 5 Whiplash (2014) 5 The Watermelon Woman (1996) 4.5 Howl's Moving Castle (2004) 🔁 4.5 Oppenheimer (2023) 4.5 📺 The Bear Grey's Anatomy Black Mirror What We Do In The Shadows Foundation 🎮 Tears of the Kingdom Rocket League

August 🎵 It's All Coming Back To Me Now - Celine Dion Adagio in D Minor - John Murphy 🎬 Marcel the Shell with Shoes On (2021) 4.5 📺 Foundation Only Murders in the Building Grey's Anatomy One Piece 🎮 Tears of the Kingdom We Love Katamari 📚 The Name of the Rose - Umberto Eco

September 🎵 American Pie - Don McLean 🎬 Bottoms (2023) 5 📺 One Piece Foundation Grey's Anatomy 🎮 We Love Katamari 📚 The Name of the Rose - Umberto Eco (9/9) Stone Butch Blues - Leslie Feinberg (9/26)

October 🎵 No One Comes Close - Infinity Song New Body Rhumba - LCD Soundsystem No One Dies From Love - Tove Lo 🎬 Past Lives (2023) 5 Deep Blue Sea (1999) 🔁 5 📺 One Piece Grey's Anatomy Lupin GBBO 📚 Arsène Lupin, Gentleman-Thief - Maurice Leblanc (10/26)

November 🎵 Liability - Lorde Together in Electric Dreams - Philip Oakey & Giorgio Moroder 🎬 Annette (2021) 4.5 Electric Dreams (1984) 5 Honorable Mention: Light & Magic (2022) 4 📺 One Piece Grey's Anatomy GBBO The Crown Mindhunter 🔁 📚 The Uranium Club - Miriam E. Hiebert (11/16)

December 🎵 Isumagijunnaitaungituq (The Unforgiven) - Elisapie Butchered Tongue - Hozier Christmas Baby - Infinity Song Home For Christmas - Infinity Song 🎬 The Holdovers (2023) 4.5 x2 Take Me Home (2023) 5 - short Pro Pool (2022) 4.5 - short Mamma Mia! (2008) 5 🔁 Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again (2018) 5 🔁 The Muppet Christmas Carol (1992) 5 🔁 Honorable mention: The Quiet Girl (2022) 4 📺 One Piece Grey's Anatomy Only Murders in the Building New Amsterdam Frieren Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch From Mercury The Crown Pokémon Concierge 🎮 Fall Guys Super Smash Bros. Ultimate 📚 Station Eleven - Emily St. John Mandel (12/25)

[acapelladitty]

🌻

🌻 I think the key to survival is to find the genuine joy that exists in the small things and embrace them fully and wholeheartedly.

The shop has your favourite flavour of snack in? Fuck yeah! You bought that new game you've been desperate for? Wire in, babes! Your ULTIMATE feelgood song comes on the radio? Crank that shit up and belt it like you're Celine Dion and it's time for the half-time show at the superbowl.

I truly believe that it's the key to staying sane in an insane world.

[carewyncromwell]

“I finished crying in the instant that you left, And I can't remember where or when or how, And I banished every memory you and I had ever made! But when you touch me like this, and you hold me like that, I just have to admit that it's all coming back to me... When I touch you like this, and I hold you like that, It's so hard to believe, but it's all coming back to me... It's all coming back -- it's all coming back to me now... There were moments of gold And there were flashes of light -- There were things I'd never do again, But then they'd always seemed right...”

~“It’s All Coming Back to Me,” by Celine Dion

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AUGH, my heart! I blame this 100% on @mira-shard sending me that ship ask for my book-smart, people-dumb spaceman Jacob Cromwell and his boy best friend Duncan and reminding me how friggin’ much I adore these two. They hurt my heart so much and yet I love them with all of my heart and soul. ;~;

This is set toward the end of Carewyn’s sixth year, right after that certain Redacted event. This is also the first time these two have seen each other since Duncan died...and yeah, as you can expect, their reunion was pretty damn feelsy.

Jacob Cromwell had been working hard on his own almost all of that school year to reach the Sunken Vault before Rakepick, but after finding out that R was still actively targeting Carewyn by sending members like the Wizard in White after her, he became all the more determined to try to force them away from the Hogwarts grounds. Unfortunately for Jacob, R was one step ahead of him. Using the blood they’d managed to collect after badly injuring Jacob the previous year, they had Blaise Cromwell use Polyjuice Potion to masquerade as his nephew and sneak into the school so as to have access to his niece Carewyn, who R’s leader (Jacob and Carewyn’s cold-hearted maternal grandfather Charles Cromwell) ultimately wanted among their ranks as well.

While masquerading as Jacob, Blaise learned Carewyn was still planning on chasing after the Vaults, with the blessing of Mad-Eye Moody, who was currently investigating R himself, and after putting on a weak act of discouraging her, he “accepted her help” and subtly encouraged her to not tell her friends anything else about the Vaults, supposedly for “their safety,” but truthfully because Blaise didn’t want Carewyn to have ties anywhere outside of their family and organization. Blaise did suss out, however, that there were a few people in Carewyn’s circle of associates who were reluctant to leave the Cursed Vaults alone and “stay out of R’s business,” including Ben Copper, who Blaise in particular felt a searing distaste for, given that he was not only a “filthy Mudblood,” but he also was one of Carewyn’s first friends who was incredibly overprotective of her. After Blaise discussed the matter with his father Charles, it was decided that R should “deal” with Ben Copper the same way R had dealt with Duncan Ashe -- namely, to make an example out of him, which would not only scare Carewyn into line, but also take out a potential threat to their overall plan to isolate their target so they’d have no one else to fall back on.

Just as they had whenever Blaise infiltrated the school, R purposefully led Jacob away from the grounds, this time with the Wizard in White as a decoy. Since the Wizard had recently threatened Carewyn’s life, Jacob immediately charged after him with a vengeance, determined to hunt him down and kill him so that he’d never touch “his Pip” again. Unfortunately after several weeks of doggedly pursuing the Wizard in White all across London, he escaped, and Jacob in utter frustration was forced to return to Hogwarts and continue trying to access the Sunken Vault, even if he knew no way to do so without both of the Coral Keys that unlocked the outer and inner doors. It was only when Jacob returned to Scotland that he learned Rakepick had returned to Hogwarts the day he first left and had killed someone in the Forbidden Forest -- and it was a few days later, late at night, that Jacob was confronted by a familiar voice in the Lakehouse that was his hiding place. 

“So you are here, then.”

Jacob’s heart stopped. Whipping out his white Aspen wand, the ex-Ravenclaw whirled around so violently that he nearly knocked over the overturned boat on the floor behind him.

Hovering over him was a translucent shape of a seventeen-year old wizard. He wore Hogwarts robes, but due to the bluish-gray tint of his form, the uniform’s house colors weren’t identifiable. Not that Jacob would’ve needed to try to guess what house he’d been in -- he already knew the young man was in Slytherin. Jacob had gone to talk to him in their very first year all because he was a Slytherin and could answer that random question Jacob had had about the Slytherin commonroom...

Jacob’s almond-shaped blue eyes went very wide, losing almost all of their light, as his face blanched.

“...Ashe...?”

His voice left his lips in such a hushed whisper, it was like the breath had passed his lips without any diction whatsoever.

Duncan crossed his arms moodily. “Long time no see, Jacob. I’m curious -- did your sister just not tell you I was still around, or did you actively decide I wasn’t worth a visit?”

Jacob’s blue eyes flooded with pain as he shakily lowered his wand arm.

“Ashe...” he whispered again feebly.

The facial reaction didn’t move Duncan -- instead he plowed on.

“I mean, Hell, apparently Madame Pince even managed to catch sight of you before I did. Suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, though...you always did run to books for all your answers, rather than use any common sense -- ”

Jacob did not know what Duncan was talking about, but in that moment, he had trouble articulating that on top of everything else he was feeling. It felt like his heart had swollen up in his chest and was slamming up against his ribs, throbbing with pulsing pain as he clumsily tucked his wand back into his robes.

“Ashe...” he tried again, but it was no use. His throat was so tight, it was like it was being squeezed...

“Then again,” laughed Duncan humorlessly, “‘common sense’ was never exactly common for you, was it? Nor was tact, patience, humility, sensitivity, or even a shred of self-control -- ”

“Ashe -- ”

“I mean, if I’d abandoned the precious little sister who I’d never bloody shut up about for seven years,” said Duncan in a very harsh, cutting voice, “I probably wouldn’t have immediately abandoned her again and only bothered checking in with her after finding out that someone might want to kill her because of me! You kept saying to me, ‘I gotta protect Pip,’ ‘I’ve gotta take care of Carewyn’ -- well, where the Hell were you, Jacob? Where were you this last month!? Where were you after she broke you out of that Vault!? Where were you, when I had to pick up your slack?! Just like I always do -- just like I’ve always done, ever since you waltzed your way into my -- !?”

“Ashe!”

The surname came out oddly choked. Duncan looked Jacob in the face fully for the first time, and immediately faltered.

The ex-Ravenclaw had hunched in on himself in the face of Duncan’s tirade. His hollowed-out blue eyes were very weak and rippling with moisture that he fiercely fought back. Although his shoulders hadn’t crumpled, they were shaking, as were his hands as they clutched at the sleeves of his elegant scarlet dress robes. His...very familiar scarlet dress robes...

Something twitched in Duncan’s expression.

“Ashe...you...” Jacob gave a very painful-looking swallow. “...You’re here.”

Duncan tried to glower at him. “Well spotted.”

He hated how much Jacob was shaking, and how it looked like he was fighting back tears. Jacob didn’t respond to Duncan’s sarcasm -- he appeared unable to.

“You’ve...been here all this time...all these years...you stayed behind?”

His voice was very quiet. He clutched at the sleeves of his dress robes.

“I thought you’d gone on!” Jacob burst out, his voice very strained. “I thought -- you’d left...”

“Well, clearly I didn’t!” Duncan shot back, more defensively that he’d intended. He didn’t like seeing Jacob like this -- didn’t like seeing him so upset -- didn’t like how...his voice echoed with something like remorse...longing...

Jacob’s hands shook more as he squeezed his arms in a vice grip, staring at Duncan as if he were a faded photograph he hadn’t seen in years and wished to carve into his memory before it became too damaged to salvage.

“When I was in the Portrait, I spent days and weeks wishing I could have just one more minute with you -- maybe fifteen, or thirty, just -- enough time to tell you every little thing I never did before...”

Jacob seemed unable to finish. He broke off, his head falling so that his eyes fell into shadow.

“...But -- but knowing you are here -- that you’re here like this...after I couldn’t save you, after R targeted us -- ”

Duncan flinched. The pain and self-hatred in Jacob’s eyes -- it looked just like the kind he’d seen in another pair of blue almond-shaped eyes not too long ago, in response to her having lost her best friend. At the time Duncan had briefly wondered if Jacob had reacted as badly to his death as Carewyn did Rowan Khanna’s, but had pushed off the thought. It was something he couldn’t believe -- didn’t want to believe.

“Ashe...” Jacob murmured. His voice had become rather level and absent, as it always was when he was thinking, even though the clenched hands on his arms were still shaking terribly, “Ashe, I’ve been such a fool...I don’t know how I never saw it before...how much I cared, how much I wanted you -- wanted us to...be an ‘us’...to swoop in and just...take you home to Pip and Mum, and...be a family together -- to break curses and travel the world and get into fights and then kiss and make up and get into trouble and then out of it again and laugh a lot and do stupid stuff and change the world and...maybe, I dunno, adopt some kids down the road or something -- I’d probably be a pretty lousy father, and we could’ve completely fallen apart, and the whole thing could’ve ended up being a mistake, but...thinking on it, all those years...all I could come back to over and over again was hating not knowing -- not knowing if we could’ve been happy together, if...well, even if we were a disaster, at least we still could’ve been something -- had something -- ”

Duncan felt a familiar burning sensation in the back of eyes, and it made him lash out.

“GET BENT, JACOB CROMWELL!”

Jacob’s head shot up, taken aback. Duncan held up a clenched fist as if he longed to punch Jacob right in the face.

“I’m mad at you!” shouted Duncan. “I’m allowed to be mad at you! After every mistake you made, for every bloody mistake you’re still making and will no doubt make for the rest of your sodding life, I should be mad at you! You never bloody learn and you always dash headlong into situations without using that brilliant brain of yours to think twice! And yet you...”

Duncan’s eyes were filling up with tears.

“You...you’re making it bloody impossible! I want to yell at you! I want to hate you! I want to know you never cared and I was a fool for ever wasting my time on you, because otherwise my whole reason for staying behind -- ”

The thought hurt Duncan too much, and he furiously shoved the end of that sentence away.

“I want to resent you for the rest of my undead days, and yet there you go, looking like that and rambling on like an idiot and...and...”

A tear leaked out the side of his eye. Despite the anger in his expression, Duncan was shaking too now. His other hand tentatively rose, hovering just shy of Jacob’s pale face as if he longed to touch it.

“...and...making me fall for you all over again,” choked Duncan, his voice very low and muffled in the back of his throat.

Jacob looked like he too was fighting back the urge to try to touch Duncan as he stared up into his light-less eyes. Like the rest of him, there was a tint of ghostly blueish-gray to them, even though they’d been such a warm, bright brown in life.

“Ashe...”

“Jacob, for the love of -- stop saying my name like that! I told you I’m mad at you!”

Even as he said it, Duncan’s transparent fingers grazed Jacob’s face, making Jacob shiver slightly at the cold as it passed through his skin.

“...Why?” said Duncan softly.

“What?”

“My robes,” Duncan clarified. “You kept them.”

Jacob’s eyes pulsed with emotion, both pained and almost offended.

“Well, of course I kept them,” he retorted hotly. “You gave them to me. Did you assume I’d just stick them in the back of my closet?”

“Sort of,” said Duncan a bit awkwardly.

Jacob’s face actually flickered with some righteous anger. “Because you wanted to believe I didn’t care?”

“Don’t turn this around on me!” Duncan shot back defensively. “What was I supposed to think, after you disappeared without a trace -- after all of the things I heard about you doing R’s dirty work -- ?”

“You KNEW R forced me to join them!” shouted Jacob. “You KNEW what they had over me -- what they almost did to Pip! You KNEW I would never, ever abandon Pip and Mum by my own choice -- ”

“I KNOW!” Duncan said fiercely.

The transparent hand that had been beside Jacob’s face clasped weakly at the air beside his hair, as if he longed to grab hold of it.

“...I know...” he said in a more hushed, strained voice.

Jacob’s blue eyes were still blazing with mild frustration.

“Ashe, I wore these robes for you, the night I went to the Portrait Vault,” he said lowly.

Duncan was startled.

“I wanted you with me, when I broke the last two Vaults’ curses -- when I saved Olivia...”

Jacob’s gaze betrayed a strange, almost beastly glint -- like vengeance, but much darker and more hostile.

“I wanted you with me when I demolished R and everything they’ve ever wanted and chased after. I still do. I want to make every last one of them pay for everything they took from me -- everyone they took from me.”

Duncan stared at Jacob, his expression strained with disbelief and something oddly touched.

“Jacob...”

He once again looked like he wanted to touch Jacob’s face, to trail his fingers through his dark curls. His light-less eyes fell away from Jacob’s and came down to rest on his lips instead.

“...You know I can’t help you do much of anything, like this.”

Jacob’s expression turned a bit more serious. “There is one thing you can do for me -- make sure Pip doesn’t leave the castle again. I heard Rakepick killed someone in the Forbidden Forest -- I can’t let her do the same to -- ”

“You can’t shield Carewyn from R, Jacob,” said Duncan very sharply.

“I can and I will,” spat Jacob fiercely.

Duncan’s lips came together very tightly.

“Do you know who that person was?” the ghost said very lowly. “The one Rakepick killed?”

Jacob’s expression lost some of its anger, seeing how oddly grave Duncan’s expression had become.

“Her name was Rowan Khanna,” said Duncan. “Sixth year Slytherin, supposedly in the running to be Hogwarts Head Girl. ...She’s also your sister’s best friend.”

Jacob’s eyes went very, very wide in horror.

“...No...”

His head fell. His eyes stared down at the floor, but didn’t seem to see it -- his mind was racing, unable to keep up with the horror of this news.

“Carewyn was lured out to the Forest after finding a Quill addressed to you in your old room,” Duncan told him sharply. “Three of her friends followed her and tried to protect her when Rakepick confronted her there.” Duncan’s voice lowered significantly as he added, “....She’d been sent with orders from R to kill one of your sister’s friends -- to send a message.”

Jacob once again clutched at his own arms, his flurry of thoughts darting across his eyes as he stared at the floor.

“They played me,” he whispered. “They knew I wanted to protect Pip -- so they sent the Wizard in White to attack her at the Lakeshore, so I’d fear him going after her...so I’d chase after him to try to stop him, even if it meant leaving Pip alone...”

His head shot up, and his eyes were narrowed in urgency and confusion.

“You said there was a message for me, in my room? Pip found my room?”

“A few years ago, I believe,” said Duncan. “I reckon it would’ve been a logical place to look, if she wanted to figure out what the hell you were up to, before you vanished...if she could even have found anything, in that absolute mess you always worked out of -- ”

“But why would there have been a message for me there?” said Jacob, his eyebrows knitting together. “I haven’t gone in there since I was expelled...”

Duncan frowned. “Well, R might’ve heard about you going into the Library...”

“But that’s just it!” said Jacob. “I didn’t! I haven’t entered the school since I left! It’s not exactly easy to break into Hogwarts -- and if I did and got caught, then where would I be, in protecting Pip and stopping R? I can’t let them get into the Sunken Vault first!”

Duncan suddenly looked almost as troubled as Jacob.

“...So...you haven’t entered Hogwarts at all? But...then why did Pince and Filch see you inside?”

A thought struck his mind.

“...Jacob...when was the last time you spoke to your sister? Not just saw her, I mean, really spoke to her.”

Jacob frowned deeply. “Last year, in Knockturn Alley. Though we didn’t really have much time to talk then, either...”

Duncan’s eyes narrowed in anxiety. “Jacob...Carewyn told her friends that you ‘don’t tell her much, whenever you meet.’ That doesn’t sound like something that someone would say after only seeing her brother once in an entire school year. It sounds like someone who’s been meeting him regularly.”

Jacob stiffened visibly. His eyebrows furrowed over his eyes as they wandered over the walls and floor.

“Something’s not right,” he said lowly.

He turned on his heel, whipping out his white wand as he went.

“I need to find out what’s going on. Ashe...while I’m gone, please -- ”

“Jacob, stop.”

Duncan swept right through Jacob, making the smaller man shudder. The ghost hovered over Jacob, his translucent robes flapping silently on either side of him.

“Before you go running off  without thinking again,” said Duncan sardonically, “talk to your sister.”

Jacob looked hesitant and slightly ashamed.

“I need to protect her -- ”

“No, you need to be there for her,” Duncan cut him off fiercely. “She’s just lost the first real friend she ever made in her life -- someone she cares about like few others. There’s only one person in this entire world who might know what that’s like...”

Duncan swallowed back the lump in his throat.

“...If you...truly cared, when I died, Jacob...then you’re the only person who might know what she needs, right now.”

Jacob closed his eyes and turned away, unable to reply. His fist clenched over the Aspen wand at his side.

“...Does she hate me?” he asked at last, very lowly. “Does she blame me...for what happened?”

Duncan’s eyes softened slightly. “You know she doesn’t.”

This didn’t seem to comfort Jacob, though. If anything, it made him more upset -- like he thought she should blame him.

Duncan exhaled heavily. “Jacob, please -- I know you want to protect Carewyn, and I know there’s not much time to stop R from reaching the Sunken Vault...but...”

A strange wry smile pricked at the corner of his lips.

“...if there’s one thing your sister has taught me...it’s how much knowing that someone cares -- that you’re not alone -- can mean.”

Jacob’s posture straightened slightly.

“She’s shouldered a lot by herself since you left, Jacob,” said Duncan. “Her friends are trying to help her with it now...but I think the help she really needs is yours.”

Jacob was silent for another long moment. Then he turned just enough to look at Duncan over his shoulder -- his lips had curled up in a crooked, sad smile.

“...You really did look after my Pip for me.”

Duncan gave a loud huff and crossed his arms. “It’s not like I could’ve not picked up your slack.”

His expression betrayed a bit more seriousness as he added, “...She’s a fine lass, Jacob.”

Jacob’s eyes squinted almost fondly. “She is.”

The smile then slid off his face.

“If Pip wants to see me, just...tell her to go out toward the Lake after dark and shoot up red sparks. I’ll come running right out to her. ...Will you tell her that, for me?”

Duncan nodded. “Of course.”

“Thank you. And Ashe?”

“Yeah?”

Jacob swallowed.

“You know how I feel about you...right?”

Duncan’s expression turned rather snarky. “Of course I do. You kept me around so you’d have someone to show off to.”

Jacob immediately looked irritated, and Duncan quickly added in exasperation, “Oh, come on, you know I know! Just...”

His transparent cheeks darkened with a dark blue flush as he glanced away out the side of his eye.

“Just...say it anyway.”

Jacob’s expression cleared, slowly breaking out into a bright grin that made him look years younger.

“...I love you.”

Duncan closed his eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly through his nose.

“I have for a while,” Jacob pressed on, “dunno really how long, but...”

“All right, that’ll do,” Duncan said under his breath brusquely, despite the dark flush still clinging to his face. “I love you too -- so don’t go off and get yourself killed too, all right?”

With this, Duncan swept right past Jacob, brushing through his hair as he disappeared through the Lakehouse’s wall and back toward the school.

[runswith]

Travel notes: Barcelona,. Entry 3 - April 19, 2004

During my brief stay in Barcelona: every single Metro ride featured at least one performance by a street musician. Every single ride. Sometimes one individual would finish up, get out at a station, another would immediately replace them, often launching into "Those Were The Days." (If I had a euro for every time I've heard a busker play "Those Were The Freakin' Days," I'd have enough money to bribe at least one of the bastards to learn something else.)

Not only did every Metro ride come with musical accompaniment, the overwhelming percentage of the musicians were accordion players. Carting their instruments from coach to coach, finding a place to stand. Calling out a fast, mumbled intro, launching into a number.

There are days here in Madrid when Metro buskers abound, others when transit is more or less tune-free. Solo performers often board a train at one station, do a fragment of a song, make a fast pass through the coach for change, disappear at the next station. Many of the performers in Barcelona continued playing through three or four stations, playing numbers from beginning to end, sometimes doing a medley of three or four pieces.

I hopped a train Saturday morning, found myself in a comfortably crowded coach. At one end of the car stood an accordionist, playing quietly – a cadaverous individual:  face gaunt, expression strangely somber, clothes neat though frayed. Tottering a few slow paces back and forth as his hands worked away at a soiled, tired-looking Hohner, wheezing out the single most funereal tune I've ever heard a street musician play. Producing an uncomfortable vibe -- dark, tinged with an uncomfortable something that was hard to identify. Anger maybe, or reproach. It felt subtly aggressive, whatever it was. As the train pulled into the next station, he made a slow pass through the car, holding out a small container for change. No passengers ponied up, he disappeared quietly out the door. Before the train got underway again another musician appeared, his energy lighter, his expression relaxed, his music sunnier. Everyone in the coach seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, many handing over coins when he finished up.

Later that day, during yet another Metro ride, an accordion player stepped into the car, found a place to stand, called out a short intro, began playing Bach's Toccata and Fugue. Pretty decent rendition, though a bit more antic than that piece generally sounds (coming as it did from an accordion). He turned out to be one of those players who commits to a full performance, producing a smooth medley of four different numbers -- two classical, two jazz standards. Appearing happy to be where he was, cranking out tunes with the flair of an accomplished musician.

Saturday evening, my final Metro ride of the day:  yet another accordionist finished up yet another rendition of "Those Were The Days," then slipped out of the coach. A man and woman replaced him, lugging a sound system strapped onto a handtruck. Him: nondescript, dressed neatly, taking care of the equipment, handing her a microphone. Her: tall, slim, Eastern European, wearing a red sweatsuit, face handsome with bone structure to burn. He cranked up the sound system, the instrumental track for a Celine Dion number got underway. She started to sing, the lyrics translated into an eastern European language. A genuinely lovely voice. I couldn't get around being trapped in a subway train with a loud rendition of a Celine Dion song, though, and stepped briskly out onto the platform at my station, happy to be free.

A number of the Metro stations I changed trains in required a major hike to get from one line to another, commonly including treks along lengthy, featureless passageways. The public transport version of a sensory-deprivation tank. Management's solution: small speakers mounted into the walls pumping in muzak, orchestral renditions of pleasantly innocuous tunes. An approach I've never encountered anywhere else. Made me feel like I should be shopping.

Saturday evening, back out on the street -- post-Gaudí, post-Metro, post-cybercafés -- walking through the narrow, winding vias of the city's older quarters. Lovely architecture everywhere, both simple and extravagant, the passageways filling up with the Saturday night mix of locals and tourists. Me searching for somewhere to get a meal, every restaurant I looked into packed, many with folks waiting outside for a table.

A sign at the doorway to a small local bar caught my attention, advertising bocadillos at decent prices. A couple of barstools sat vacant, I stepped inside, claimed one, ordered a bocadillo and a caña (a sandwich on a baguette & a small glass of beer). The rear half of the bar -- a long, narrow space with televisions mounted at either end -- seethed with a crowd of college-age males, some sporting soccer jerseys, some with faces painted, a few sporting glittery long-haired wigs. A glance at the nearer television showed a match just getting underway, and I remembered it was the night of the derby, the game between Madrid's two A-level fútbol teams, Real Madrid and Atlético Madrid. The fútbol rivalry between Real Madrid and Barcelona is the most intense in Spain, I hadn't really expected to find folks in Cataluña paying much attention to a match between two teams from Madrid. Silly me. Fútbol is fútbol (a message I should already have gotten, that phrase being the name of a popular TV show, a Sunday night wrap-up of the week's Spanish league matches -- Fútbol es Fútbol).

As the match's first half progressed, the joint gradually filled up. A 50-something couple presided behind the bar, the man an earnest, good-humored individual, the woman a grizzled survivor with a thick head of reddish-brown hair and the bosoms of a Valkyrie. A cheerful working class couple hove up to my right, taking possession of the single available stool there. I shifted to the empty stool on my left so that they each had a perch, instantly making friends of the couple, who talked happily away with accents thick enough that I found it impossible to understand everything they said above the bar's swelling noise level.

A 14 or 15-year-old -- apparently with some connection to the male of the working class couple -- appeared at some point, hovering near us, watching the match, until the woman behind the counter spotted Mr. Underage and yelled at him to get the hell out of there, clearly meaning business, the scolding continuing without pause until the kid gave up and slouched outside into the pedestrian way. He disappeared for a while, then reappeared, edging back into the crowd to watch the match, until the woman in charge caught sight of him again, producing an even more intense stream of verbiage, hands making emphatic gestures, mouth opening wide enough as she yelled that I could see all the way back in there to the little fleshy punching bag hanging in the entranceway to her throat. The kid gave up, shoulders slumping, and fled out into the night. I paid up and did the same.

Next morning: dragged myself out of bed, pulled on clothes, grabbed bags, ran out the door. Found myself shortly after on a train making the long ride back to Madrid.

Hours later, stumbled in my door and fell into bed, appreciating quiet instead of drunken revelry happening out on the streets. Slept through the night, woke up next morning in my own bed.  Feeling so glad to be home. 

[artificialqueens]

[run boy run] this world's not made for you (Branjie) - PinkGrapefruit

A/N - we made it to episode 8! thanks to @freykitten betaing this mess and as usual, all characters are my own interpretations. I’m going to apologise in advance incase the formatting is messed up. Lets do this, enjoy! x

summary: it’s episode 8 when the roles reverse

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Brooke Lynn is panicking. It’s a change from the usual, he notes. He adds it to the Filofax in his brain like you would add something to a shopping list, the act surprisingly casual for the situation. The air must be getting lost on the way to his lungs because they are empty as he is dry-heaving in a bathroom somewhere in a studio in California. It all seems too foreign; the location, the smell of paint on set walls -  but not the anxiety. That feels oddly familiar, creeping around him like the ghost of an ex-lover. It fits him like a glove or those worn socks you only throw away when they’re more hole than cloth.

He is panicking and he is disassociating from his surroundings. His entire world feels like he’s looking at it through the bottom of a glass. It’s semi rotated, haphazardly zoomed in on if he looks for too long and in all honesty, he does not feel like he is there. When he rests his tear-stricken face on the cool porcelain, the redness of his cheeks reflected in the shiny white, he feels like he is watching himself from the outside. He thinks back to his conversation with Vanjie, tries to picture his own happiness in the moment - just like his therapist taught him. He remembers what Vanessa said to him, ‘Bitch count to 25, if not 30. My ass had to count to 40 the other night. Don’t freak yourself out.’ If he thinks hard enough, really tries to place himself there, he can hear the candour of her voice, the way their pet names rolled of her tongue like caramel.

He takes a deep breath in.

He closes his eyes and tries to focus on her. He picks the wrong image.

He realises that all that is doing is increase his heart rate, he tries to think of something calmer.

He settles on his favourite part of the conversation.

‘Who are you gonna do’

‘I think I’m going to do Celine Dion’

‘Celine Dion’

‘Yeahhh’

‘Is that your final answer?’

Take a deep breath

Her laugh.

The way she fell onto him, grounding him.

The weight of her head on his shoulder.

That stupid cap.

That kind of cute cap.

That kiss on the cheek that just made him melt.The speed of it. Like she was afraid everyone would see, which was hilarious because they were all watching in the mirror like the voyeurs they are. If he’d looked up, he knew he would have seen Nina’s big dumb face with her big dumb smile, cheering him on.

The quiet hum of the razor

The quietness of Vanessa’s voice.

The way she is only quiet with him and it is nice and calm and pure unrefined Jose because that’s what he needs in the moment so that’s what she’s going to give him.

The honest to god good advice she gave.

The look of pity and fear in her eyes when they realised they might lipsync against each other.

don’t cry

deep breath

try again

The way she looked at him when she knew he had fucked up and they hadn’t even started.

deep breath

How she’d held him, watched him split apart at the seams and boldly held him together because god what else was she supposed to do. He fell apart in her arms and she supported him through it until he could stand without feeling like the ground was about to fall from under him, and he loved her for it. With a heart-bursting, gut-wrenching love.

The way she looked when they both realised he would be in the bottom. He could have all the confidence in the world in her, but they both knew what he’d done was irredeemable.

The way she looked when he slayed the runway. When he walked for his life as a prelude to the lipsync. When he’d tried to retroactively fix his mistakes. When Ru and Michelle had gagged, truly gagged.

The way she looked when she found out Brooke was going to lipsync.

The way she looked when she found out she wouldn’t be.

The look of genuine, pure unadulterated joy on her face when him and Yvie were both declared safe.

deep breath

Lift your head from the stall door.

Try to remember why you’re panicking in the first place.

As he reaches twenty-five, mind coming together to form a semi-coherent thought, the entrance to the bathroom opens. ‘Baby,’ calls the voice belonging to the short shadow peeking under the door. It’s a voice he would recognise anywhere and as he pushes open the stall (which he realises was never locked to begin with) he drinks in the man ahead of him. Her skin is a warm colour under the harsh lighting and it reminds him of hugs and the smell of sandalwood and apple cider. Her mouth is still outlined in a reddish nude and despite the lack of glitter in his outfit, her face glows a pleasant gold. Even in his haze, he thinks she is beautiful.

He struggles to find his footing, somewhere between a baby giraffe and a child on the ice, he grips the wall until he finds a standing position. All the grace and poise beaten into him by years of ballet appear to leave him as he stumbles on his way to the sink, cranks the faucet onto the highest pressure (cold of course) and attempts to wash the tears and sweat from his face. She just watches, waits. She knows what he needs and he is grateful for the lack of crowding. Brooke wants all of the oxygen he can get and he swears half the air is sucked out of his lungs whenever she gets too close.

Once he’s deemed himself clean of all the evidence, when his cheeks aren’t streaked with mascara and tears, when his eyes are no longer red and puffy - he slowly walks over to her. He is testing his balance, trying to remember how to put one foot in front of the other, like he did before the hurricane struck. When he reaches her, he engulfs her in a hug. Her head burrows into his chest and he gingerly rests his own forehead in the crook of her neck. She smells like freshly baked cookies and a well-lit fire. Like flannel blankets and stability. The hug feels like his home, and he hopes he can keep coming back. He needs to keep coming back to her.

[tuulikki]

Голымба/Golymba (trad. Russian)  — Juliana & Pava

This is one of my favourite local traditional folks groups. They’re based here in the US, but they sing ancient peasant songs from Russia with traditional instruments, which in some cases is includes banging away on authentically ancient farm junk and household items like scythe blades or metal oven covers. Because that’s genuinely what normal people like you and me would’ve had kicking around, back in the day.

The vocal style they use is really striking and might distantly remind you of Britney Spears in that it’s kind of nasal and not at all like the polished kind of singing style you’d expect from people who have things like “classically trained” in their resume. This is for the reason that while not everybody can sing “My Heart Will Go On” like Celine Dion, there is apparently a deep human need to get together with friends and belt! out! your favourite song!! at the top! of your goddam lungs!! And in your time of need, you will never be louder than if you forget trying to sound pretty, sing from your chest and out your noise, and mAkE YoUr vOiCe fUcKiNg HEARD. 

TL;DR: While this is very different from Ms. Britney Spears’ discography, it kind of wonderful that this centuries-old Cossack folk song and “Hit Me Baby One More Time” have something in common.

Also the hurdy-gurdy is the folky version of having an electric guitar with a lot of reverb and I fuckin’ love it. Crank that hurdy-gurdy up and fuck me up, hurdy-gurdy man.

Also also if you listen to their other music you’ll hear a cool feature of folk music from this area where, at the end of some verses they just SCREAM. Which is 1.) liberating, and 2.) inclusive so if everyone else you’re hanging out with at the pan-village party knows this song but you don’t, you can still join in on the howling bits.

[themangaguide]

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[featheredvelociraptor]

It’s almost midnight and you climb out of bed in you sleeplessness. Just as you reach for the handle on your bedroom door you hear it.

Celine Dion cranked up really loud, echoing eerily around the valley...

[yourhealthmattersblog]

Establish your favorite playlist of laidback tracks assured to obtain you

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[thehappysorceress]

Silly Love Songs

For fun/research!

What’s that one sappy - and potentially embarrassing - love song from high school that you’ll still crank up and sing along to (at full volume, naturally)?

I’ll start.

“If You Asked Me To” - Celine Dion

Reblog and add - what’s yours?

[captawesomesauce]

Thoughts...

I wonder if I’ll ever meet anyone who gets excited over the same bookshe t that I do. 

I wonder if I’ll ever meet anyone who gets excited over the same music that I do.

I wonder what it’d be like to share that kind of feeling with another, your passions, and joys, the things that excite you, excite them in equal measure.

I wonder why I’ve always liked the unpopular things.

You know how many times I’ve met someone who says they love to read, and then they see the books I love and you can see this look on their face... it’s not revulsion... but it’s damn close. It’s a form of disappointment, because they love their tales, their fiction, their fantasy, their YA, their characters and stories mean the world to them ... but they do nothing for me. Now a book on a man who fought in the Boer war, wwi in east africa, spanish civil war/wwii, and then as a mercenary in the congo late into the 60s... that gives me all the feels!

Music I have a bit better luck, there are fans of the Cure, Smiths, Depeche Mode, and the punk bands like Husker Du and Social Distortion, but I tend to mostly find people who love Katy Perry and have never heard of Iggy Pop, who go nuts over Beyonce but have no love for Boingo, and who look at me like I’m a fucking nutjob for loving the song Teenage Enema Nurses in Bondage by the band Killer Pussy (real song, go look it up!).

As oddball as I am for cranking D-Day’s Too Young to Date and Total Coeleo’s I eat Cannibals, and for reading books on the SAS in Oman and Lord Kitchener in the Sudan, I’m pretty happy with the way my tastes have developed. 

I do not shun popular stuff, at least book wise... I get great joy out of reading many of the classic of western and russian literature, just not Eudora fucking Welty (fuck you and your fucking Post office welty! god that was a miserable slog to get through.) Music wise, I tend to be a bit more snobbish, while a good book and story will captivate me quicky... everything from the epics of the Oddessy to Orwell, ... music... very little popular music strikes a chord with me.

Now I can do upbeat happy music at times... Ska is a good example of that with bands like Madness always have a fun playful take on things, and General Public’s crooning love songs... but for the most part, the harder, the darker, the bleaker, the better lol. From classic blues, you can follow the underground angst and anger up through classic rock, to hard and punk, new wave, goth, and alternative. I never got into Madonna, backstreet boys, or even Prince. Michael jacksons tunes did nada for me, nor did any rap or Celine Dion. Just not for me. 

But thats ok, I’m happy with my stuff :) 

[headfulloffantasies]

Angel with a Shotgun

Chapter 22: Close Call

Ao3

Dean and Sam struggled their way out of the basement Zachariah had trapped them in. The warehouse lot was overrun with weeds and trash. On the edge of the property, a black car gleamed.

“No way!” Dean whooped and ran up to the Impala.

“Why would Zach bring your car here?” Sam asked as he approached warily.

“Who cares?” Dean ran a hand over the hood. “We’ve got wheels. We can drive home.”

Sam made a face. “We’re three days from where we left Bobby.”

“Then we better get going.”

Sam and Dean bundled themselves into the car. Dean tossed Sam a rag. Sam used the rear-view mirror to help him wipe the blood from his face as they sped off.

The grungy city fell away into open roads lined with trees, and then into fields of yellow canola as far as the eye could see. Dusty September blew by as combines and farmers worked to get their crops off the golden acres.

Around hour six of their drive Sam suddenly piped up. “I don’t feel so good.”

Alarmed, Dean raked eyes up and down Sam. Sam pulled his long legs up to curl into a ball.

“You’re not going to puke, are you? If you yack in my car, you’re walking.”

“Thanks a lot, Dean,” Sam curled tighter around his stomach.

An almighty thunder roared from Sam’s belly. Dean’s wide eyes found Sam’s saucer sized gaze. They both burst out laughing.

“You’re hungry,” Dean wiped the tears from his eyes.

“I’ve never been this hungry,” Sam giggled.

“There’s a truck stop a couple miles ahead.”

They pulled into a greasy excuse for a gas and sip. Half the pumps had smudged hand written ‘Out of Order’ signs flapping in the wind. Dean got out of the car and wrinkled his nose at the crusted windows and peeling paint.

“We could wait. Find some place nicer.”

Sam slammed the car door. “If I wait any longer to eat, I am going to waste away. Then I’ll come back and haunt your car for all eternity so that your radio only plays Celine Dione.”

“Okay, geez. Cool off, will ya?” Dean led the way into the crummy store.

Their entrance knocked a decades’ worth of rust off the bell over the door. The pimply kid behind the counter looked up with so much surprise Dean had to double check his wings weren’t showing. He gave the kid a tight smile and led the way to the food aisle.

Sam suddenly buckled beside a shelf of energy drinks. Dean reached for him in alarm. Sam waved him off, clutching at his temple.

“It’s just a headache.”

Dean frowned. “Angels don’t get headaches.”

“Well I’m not an angel anymore, am I?” Sam snapped.

Dean let it slide. He scowled at the selection of dusty ravioli cans and packaged cookies. He glanced up. The cashier was still staring. “Pick something will you? That kid’s giving me Dahmer vibes.”

Sam grabbed a handful of assorted snacks and they made their way to the counter. The cashier rang them through. Dean fumbled for his wallet.

“Do you need a bag, Mr. Winchester?”

Dean’s gaze snapped up. The kid’s eyes flashed black. Dean lurched for the demon blade in his jacket.

           An invisible force hit him in the chest and sent him flying. Dean crashed through a display of washer fluid and toppled to the floor.

           The demon stepped out from behind the counter. He buried his fist in Sam’s collar. Sam squawked, struggling in its grasp. Dean groaned, his head spinning.

           “Who would’ve thought,” the demon grinned. “That this boring crossroads post would have landed me the Winchester boys? You just waltzed right in, didn’t you?”

           Dean struggled to his feet. He was too far away for the knife to be any good. He had a gun in his waistband, but the bullets would be useless.  “Let go of him.”

           The demon pouted dramatically, “Oh, Dean. Don’t be a party pooper. You know Sam has to go back to the Basement. He’s got to finish his treatment.”

           Sam landed an elbow in the demon’s ribs. It didn’t so much as flinch.

“Play nice,” It snarled, shaking Sam like a rag doll.

Dean grabbed his pistol and cocked it at the demon’s head.

The demon’s grin widened. “You can’t kill me with that.”

“I’m not trying to,” Dean pulled the trigger.

The bullet slammed into the demon’s shoulder, knocking it off balance. Sam twisted out of its grip. Dean was already on top of the demon, unsheathing the demon blade and burying the knife in its chest. A wet gasp escaped as fiery light flashed through its bones. It fell limp.

Sam wretched. Dean yanked the knife from the demon’s chest and knelt next to Sam. He was crouched on the floor, one hand clamped over his mouth.

Dean touched his shoulder. Sam was burning up under his hand.

“Come on,” Dean pulled Sam to his feet. Dean snagged a handful of the food on the counter on their way out the door.

Dean half dragged Sam to the Impala. In the back of his head, a siren was screaming. Dead demons attract attention. They couldn’t afford that, not when Sam was powered down.

“Stop,” Sam stumbled against the side of the car. “You gotta clean the knife.”

“Later,” Dean snapped.

Sam shook his head. “I can smell the blood. I’m gonna puke.”

Perplexed, Dean fished in the backseat for a rag. He wiped the knife and tossed the bloody cloth in the dirt.

“Better?”

Sam nodded, one shaking hand still pressed against his mouth.

Dean piled him in the car and raced around to his side. He took one last glance at the gas station. In the distance a dust cloud rose over the empty horizon. For just a second, it looked like a column of demon smoke.

The paranoia Dean had inherited from Bobby had them speeding down the highway and then crisscrossing over several back roads. No one was tailing them. The rear-view mirror only reflected Dean’s worried expression.

The pressure finally burst. “Are you going to tell me what all that was about? You can smell blood now?”

“Demon blood,” Sam said miserably. “It stinks. Like burnt sulphur and charred meat.”

“Yummy,” Dean sassed.

“Don’t be a jerk.”

Dean gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles cracked. “I’m going to murder every single demon in Hell. I mean it.”

“Dean-,”

“No. This is ridiculous. I feel like we’re running for our lives and spinning in circles. Hell wants you and Zach wants me and if we say no they’re just going to torch the planet anyways.”

“What?”

Dean pulled off the road. He wrenched the Impala into park and slammed his fists against the steering wheel. Sam watched him in silence. Dean let out a measured breath.

“Zachariah told me I’d have to kill you.”

He explained in broken starts what Zachariah had said. The Apocalypse. The big smackdown. How Sam’s kidnapping was part of the plan.

Sam sat in stunned silence. Dean stared through the windshield at the twisted trees on the side of the road. The quiet stretched. Sam had always needed a long time to process, but he was starting to think he was in shock.

“So, all of this is Heaven’s will? God wants me to be a monster?”

“What? No!” Dean whipped around at Sam. “There is no God. He’s not running the show. It’s just a bunch of junkless angels being butt hurt about daddy running away. They’re following the only script they have left.”

“How is that a bad thing?” Sam’s brow furrowed. “If God wrote the script aren’t we supposed to stick to it?”

“No, Sam.” Dean had to take a deep breath. “There’s no such thing as Fate, or Destiny, or a Master Plan, okay? God left. He doesn’t get a say anymore. We make our own way.”

A shrill cellphone chirp startled both Dean and Sam. Dean dug in the glovebox. An old emergency flip phone rattled away. Dean frowned at the number on the display.

“It’s Cas.” He answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Dean, where are you?” Cas’ gravelly voice was tinned and distant.

“Somewhere in Ohio. Where are you?”

Cas ignored the question. “Is Sam with you?”

Dean glanced at Sam. Sam frowned. “Yeah. Why?”

“I need to know exactly where you are.”

“I don’t know man,” Dean leaned to peer through the windshield. “Somewhere off the interstate. Look, we just ran into a demon-,”

“Dean, I don’t care about demons in gas stations.”

Dean straightened. A tight feeling constricted his chest.

“This is bigger that petty demon activity. I have… I have information.” The tiny pause burrowed a worm of doubt in Dean’s mind. He clenched the phone tighter to his ear.

“Cas, what’s going on?”

“I can’t say over the phone. Where can I meet you?”

Dean glanced at Sam again.

“Trap,” Sam mouthed. Dean nodded.

“You know where we ganked that wendigo? We’ll be there in an hour.”

“I’ll wait right here.” Cas hung up.

Dean tossed the phone into the backseat with a curse.  

“What was that?” Sam asked.

Dean clenched the steering wheel in his fists. “He knew about the gas station. We’re being followed.”

“Cas has been caught,” Sam realised.

Dean nodded stiffly, “Poor bastard.”

“So what are we going to do?”

Dean cranked the keys in the ignition. “We’re going to get him.”

“What was thing about a wendigo?” Sam asked as Dean peeled onto the dirt road. “We’ve never hunted a wendigo in Ohio.”

“Yeah, so whoever was listening in on that call will be on a wild goose chase. Or wendigo chase.”

“You’re not funny.”

“The point is, they’ll be distracted. We can sneak in and get Cas.”

“We don’t know where he is.”

“We know they’re close. They were at the gas station.”

“That was thirty miles back. They could be anywhere.”

“Cas said he’d wait right here. He figured we knew where he was.”

The drive back to the gas and sip was tense. Silence reigned. Dean mulled over everything Cas had said, searching for the hidden meaning. Right here. Where was here? If he could only talk to Cas without anyone else hearing-.

Dean slammed on the brakes. The car skidded on the old road. Sam shouted and braced himself against the dashboard.

Dean threw the car in park. He wrenched the seat recliner and lay back, his mind racing.

“What are you doing?” Sam yelped.

“Angel radio,” Dean shut his eyes.

“Oh,” Sam said quietly. “You’re going to talk to Cas?”

“I’m going to try. Shut up.”

Dean breathed deep and tried to slow his pedalling heart. He imagined Cas. In his head, a trench coat flapped in a breeze. Dark hair stuck up in perpetual bedhead. Blue eyes flashed with lightning. Wings as dark as Hell opened and slowly, so slowly, the blue glow of Grace edged the pinions and guided Dean forwards. Dean imagined his voice.

“Dean.”

The rich cadence was like the Impala’s tires over gravel.

“Dean, you shouldn’t be doing this. Someone might hear.”

“Shut up,” Dean thought projected. “I’m trying to save you. Where are you?”

“Behind the gas station. In a house. But Dean-,”

Dean opened his eyes. “I got him.”

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How Camp Was Last Night’s Met Gala?

Last night’s Met Gala kicked off with Lady Gaga arriving in shocking Schiaparelli-pink cape by Brandon Maxwell, which she removed to reveal a black gown, then another pink one, before finally stripping down to her underwear and crumpling onto the pink carpet like a defeated Judy Garland. But besides this flamboyant display, how camp was the Met Gala, exactly?

On a scale of American Gothic (not camp) to Pink Flamingos (extremely camp) we’d wager it ranked about a Dusty Springfield, that is, it achieved a medium-high level of camp. (While it may seem a tad out of character for the fashion world to embrace a sensibility that is defined by bad taste,  embrace it they did.

We ranked some notable Met Gala attendees on how they measure up to our own (very stringent!) camp criteria.

Photo by Stephen Lovekin/BEI/REX/Shutterstock

Lady Gaga

Lady Gaga is an incredibly talented performer, sure, but I kind of feel like she has me by a chokehold here, daring me to declare her anything other than camp after four outfit changes. We get it Gaga! You’re camp! Trying very hard is camp but there’s a sort of earnestness to Gaga’s desire to adhere to the theme that isn’t quite camp. Still, I’ll give it to her. Did you hear that? You can loosen your grip on my neck now, I think I’m starting to get rope burn.

Camp-o-meter: 8/10, definitely camp.

Photo by David Fisher/REX/Shutterstock

Billy Porter

This man understands camp on a deep, deep level. Porter arrived at the Met Gala dripping in custom gold Cleopatra-inspired look by The Blonds carried by six shirtless attendants. Subsequently, the attendants lowered him off the dais and Porter unfurled his cape to reveal a wingspan of Albatross-like proportions. To understand the true meaning of camp, we need look no further than this man.

Camp-o-meter: 9/10, severely camp.

Photo by David Fisher/REX/Shutterstock

Serena Williams

Williams’ floral, sprouting dress by Versace initially strikes me as a bit too ‘nature-y’ to be camp, but the Off-White Nike sneakers put the outfit over the edge. In her essay on camp in the May issue of FASHION, Tatum Dooley writes “Virgil Abloh’s penchant for quotation marks could be seen as the ultimate example of contemporary camp.” Go off, Serena.

Camp-o-meter: 7/10, totally camp.

Photo by Clint Spaulding/REX/Shutterstock

Laverne Cox

Don’t ask me why, but ruffles are camp. (Okay fine, ask me, I’ve already written a whole story about it.) Ruffles were one of the major themes of the evening, worn in heaping amounts by Doutzen Kroes, Lily Collins et al., but Laverne wore them best. Full camp marks awarded here.

Camp-o-meter: 8/10, totally camp.

Photo by David Fisher/REX/Shutterstock

Natasha Lyonne

The aeronautic shoulders of Lyonne’s jumpsuit are a clear reference to queer icon Klaus Nomi, which affords her some serious camp points. (Plus, she acted on Pee-Wee’s Playhouse, one of the most camp tv shows of all time.) This look is bold, strange, and very gay. Do you hear that? It’s the camp alarm sounding off.

Camp-o-meter: 7/10, undoubtedly camp.

Photo by Michael Buckner/Variety/REX/Shutterstock

Cardi B

One of my many hopes for the Met Gala was that somebody would arrive wearing a train of Princess Diana proportions, and Cardi B did not disappoint. Though honorable mentions go out to Gwen Stefani, Rachel Brosnahan and Sophie Hunter for attempting the train, it was Cardi’s Bi’s distended Thom Browne dress that truly achieved the excessive exaggeration native to camp. Cardi looked a little bit like vampire Aaliyah in Queen of the Damned mixed with Pope Benedict XVI. Her train required three separate fluffers. If that’s not camp then I do not know what is.

Camp-o-meter: 9.5/10, unbearably camp.

Photo by Matt Baron/REX/Shutterstock

Miley Cyrus

Brutally un-camp. Cyrus’s status as a former Disney star should help her coast by on merit alone, but this Saint Laurent look is simply not camp. It would be perfect if she were, say, attending a Studio 54-themed party, but this is the Met Gala! Just because something has sequins doesn’t make it camp. Plus, major points docked off for having bangs.

Camp-o-meter: 2.5/10, unfortunately un-camp.

Photo by Stephen Lovekin/BEI/REX/Shutterstock

Celine Dion

So, so, so, so camp. It perhaps cannot be overstated how camp Celine Dion as an entity  — and by extension, her Met Gala outfit — is. Dion’s appeal as a performer is based on her painfully earnest delivery of ballads like “My Heart Will Go On”  combined with flamboyant showmanship and a penchant for pizzazz. In this silver Oscar de la Renta jumpsuit bedecked with fringe and a feathered headdress, Celine gets extra camp points. According to Dion, the outfit was partially inspired by “the glitzy costumes of the Ziegfield follies.”

Camp-o-meter: 9/10, indubitably camp.

Photo by Matt Baron/REX/Shutterstock

Hailey Bieber

A term that often gets thrown around when trying to define camp is ‘trashy.’ Bieber’s faux-thong backless gown by Alexander Wang was definitely that. The tawdry detail reminds of being an awkward middle schooler in the early 2000s when it was cool to wear low-rise jeans with a hiked-up thong. Intentionally exposing a whale-tail? Definitely camp.

Camp-o-meter: 7.5, unexpectedly camp.

Photo by Broadimage/REX/Shutterstock

Lena Dunham

Bizarre, yes, but definitely camp. Dunham’s Christopher Kane dress from his F/W 2019 collection inspired by sexual fetishes completely, unexpectedly nails the theme. Camp is all about reveling in one’s own freaky filth and what better way to articulate this than by caping for a semi-obscure sexual fetish? Good job, Dunham. This look is totally weird, very extra and undeniably camp.

Camp-o-meter: 7.5/10, distinctly camp.

Photo by David Fisher/REX/Shutterstock

Karlie Kloss

Kloss waltzed onto the red carpet looking the golden ticket from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory in a Dapper Dan x Gucci dress — and not in a good way. This outfit reads as if she did the cursory reading on camp, then decided to ignore everything in favour of looking normatively hot. This outfit is distinctly not camp.

Camp-o-meter: 5/10, regrettably un-camp.

Photo by Michael Buckner/Variety/REX/Shutterstock

Ryan Murphy

Wearing a shimmery salmon suit by Christian Siriano, Ryan Murphy appeared to be emerging out of a shell like Boticelli’s Venus. Mimicking a famous painting IRL? Yep, it’s camp.

Camp-o-meter: 7/10, high camp.

Photo by David Fisher/REX/Shutterstock

Wendi Deng Murdoch

Murdoch arrived in an outfit the looked like the ocean floor, all brain coral and undulating sea anemones. Though I am not in the business of awarding camp points to anyone less than six degrees of separation away from human axis of evil Rupert Murdoch, I must reluctantly accept that Murdoch’s Met Gala was sufficiently camp.

Camp-o-meter: 6.5/10, begrudgingly camp.

Photo by Broadimage/REX/Shutterstock

The Olsen Twins

MK & A’s floor-grazing Chanel leather getups give off extreme Morticia Addams vibes. Though the concept of twins wearing matching outfits strikes me as somewhat camp, these outfits are simply too stately and/or elegant to qualify. Camp stems from bad taste and Mary-Kate and Ashley could not access bad taste if they tried. It pains me to award the Olsen Twins a low score on anything, but these outfits are simply Not Camp.

Camp-o-meter: 4/10, slouching towards camp.

Photo by David Fisher/REX/Shutterstock

Katy Perry

What the actual f*ck. This woman clearly understands camp on a deeper level than I previously believed possible. On second evaluation, I should have expected this from the person responsible for “I Kissed a Girl” (extremely camp), but this look took me by complete surprise. Perry took the Surrealist concept of a readymade (the chandelier) and then cranked it up to eleven by wearing this Moschino dress and headpiece featuring over 7,000 Swarovski crystals. This look was so good — so camp! — it gave me a mild heart attack.

Camp-o-meter: 10/10, sickeningly camp.

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Stella Carrier Law of Attraction Script 100

Stella Carrier Law of Attraction Script 100

Stella Carrier Law of Attraction Script 100

My amazing husband Rusty Ridler and I Stella Carrier experience the essence of passionate love, a loving marriage, and a celestially blessed marriage both present and future. Both my husband Rusty Ridler and I Stella Carrier experience the essence of love and happiness in all areas of our lives both present and future. I Stella Carrier powerfully connect to my heaven higher self and my heaven spirit ally team of multiple heaven worlds of divine love and divine happiness both present and future. I Stella Carrier powerfully create heaven on earth and for my afterlife existence through both my offline and online existences for both myself and others who interact with me both present and future. I Stella Carrier successfully and resourcefully channel the wisdom, art, and creativity of multiple heaven worlds of divine love and divine happiness through both my offline and online writings, thoughts, actions, choices decisions in all areas of my life both present and future. I Stella Carrier become a woman of unlimited wisdom, unlimited creativity, unlimited imagination power, unlimited genius powers, and unlimited intuition powers in all areas of my life both present and future. My husband Rusty Ridler experiences success and happiness at his University of Maryland College Park job to the happy result of many customers, coworkers, and leaders pleased with his self confident customer service and leadership job performance at his University of Maryland College Park job both present and future. I Stella Carrier also wisely and creatively succeed and attain professional evolution and greater professional wisdom at my University of Maryland College Park food services job to the joyful result of many customers, coworkers, and leaders highly satisfied with my passionate customer service and passionate job performance at my University of Maryland College Park food services job both present and future. I Stella Carrier greatly exceed the professional expectations in a positive/happy manner expected and set forth of me by my leaders Rob Fahey/Robert Fahey, George Gomez, Cindy Bolden, Kevin Williams, Whitney Kelsey, Melissa, David etc. both present and future. I Stella Carrier organize and clean all areas of my life both online and offline both present and future.  I Stella Carrier wisely save at least 1800 dollars or more by May 1, 2018 andor sooner both present and future. I Stella Carrier manage my time wisely, am always in the right place at the right time and live my life in alignment with my divine life purpose and karmic destiny in all areas of my offline and online life both present and future

Resources

songs for me to keep in mind

Church by Fall Out Boys

More Than You Know by Axwell Ingrosso

Real World by Matchbox Twenty

Voodoo Child by the Traders

Stellify by Ian Brown

Meet Virginia by Train

Get Low by Liam Payne and Zedd

Fever by Madonna

Smooth by Santana feat. Rob Thomas

I Can't Stay Away by the Veronicas

Good Time by Owl City and Carly Rae Jepsen

Dangerous Night by Thirty Seconds to Mars

I Feel it Coming by the Weeknd feat. Daft Punk

Sex by Nickelback

Believer by Imagine Dragons

Love So Soft by Kelly Clarkson

Heart by Pet Shop Boys

Temperature by Sean Paul

My Heart Beats Like A Drum by ATC

In My Mind (Axwell Mix)by Ivan Gough & Feenixpawl

Lean on by Major Lazer feat. MO

In My Head by Jason Derulo

Give Me Everything by Pitbull Neyo Afrojack Nayer

from Dance Cardio Radio station Pandora Listen To Your Heart by D.H.T

My House by Flo Rida

Summer (Extended Mix) by Calvin Harris

You Make Me Feel by Cobra Starship feat. Saabi

Cinema by Benny Benassi feat. Gary Go

Back in Time by Pitbull

You Spin Me Right Round by Dead or Alive

Crank it Up by David Guetta feat. Akon

Push by Matchbox Twenty

Wonderwall by Oasis

God Must Have Spent A Little More Time On You by NSync

some songs I first heard in my time in the navy

Heartbeat by Madonna

Miracles by Fragma

All I Ever Wanted by Basshunter

Falling Into You by Celine Dion

Sugar by Tonic

Did I Let You Know by Red Hot Chili Peppers

Wicked Garden by Stone Temple Pilots

Around the World by Red Hot Chili Peppers

sources i prefer to keep secret

Tell Me by Diddy feat. Christina Aguilera

Chocolate Kylie Minogue

Laffy Taffy D4L

Just Kick it by Escape

I'll Make You Feel Good K7

I Can't Stay Away by the Veronicas

Loveshack by the B52's

Resources

I admit that me sharing and keeping this popsugar Veggie noodles recipe is partially inspired by the blessing of my current University of Maryland College Park food services job.

https://www.popsugar.com/food/Comforting-Zoodles-Recipes-40024754

20 Comforting Veggie Noodle Recipes That Won't Leave You Hungry

February 1, 2018 by

ANNA MONETTE ROBERTS

https://www.popsugar.com/food/Comforting-Zoodles-Recipes-40024754

https://www.bobvila.com/slideshow/12-kitchen-trends-that-will-take-over-in-2018-51774?bv=relss#.WnNeEq6nGcw

12 Kitchen Trends That Will Take Over in 2018

https://www.bobvila.com/slideshow/12-kitchen-trends-that-will-take-over-in-2018-51774?bv=relss#.WnNeEq6nGcw

I admit that I find these pictures of this organized home to be very inviting and both inspirational for giving me ideas when it comes to my own organization goals as they pertain to the apartment that my husband and I enjoy the blessing of residing in (especially since we fortunately live close to our jobs as well which is an added bonus).

https://uk.yahoo.com/finance/photos/7-ways-enjoy-more-comfortable-120000181/

​7 ways to enjoy a more comfortable home by homify

https://uk.yahoo.com/finance/photos/7-ways-enjoy-more-comfortable-120000181/

I am far from surprised that Camilla Cabello was hired by Loreal Paris as she is a natural beauty and seems at ease with herself both emotionally and physically (which I admit that I am in the process of working to improve within myself). I admit that my favorite song by Fifth Harmony when she was with them are both the songs Worth It feat. Kid Ink and Sledgehammer. Camilla Cabello also has a superb voice in the song Bad Things with Machine Gun Kelly. I also admit that this article influences me to consider using my Amazon music subscription to have a listen with Camilla Cabello's latest music collection.

https://ca.news.yahoo.com/camila-cabello-apos-l-apos-150526445.html

Camila Cabello's L'Oréal Paris Commercial Is Here: It Takes 'Courage and Bravery' for a Comeback by People

https://ca.news.yahoo.com/camila-cabello-apos-l-apos-150526445.html

I truly believe that Amy Schumer is bravely telling the truth about her rape and I am guessing it took alot of summoning of her courage and confidence to publicly share her story as she is very much famous and in the limelight.

https://www.yahoo.com/entertainment/amy-schumer-reveals-raped-115101201.html

Amy Schumer reveals that she was rapedby Ben Arnold

https://www.yahoo.com/entertainment/amy-schumer-reveals-raped-115101201.html

https://pilotonline.com/life/flavor/article_362267cb-cd12-5867-af16-d46e21bbfd77.html

Virginia Beach Restaurant Week 2018 to include breakfasts for first time

By Judy Cowling Correspondent

https://pilotonline.com/life/flavor/article_362267cb-cd12-5867-af16-d46e21bbfd77.html

https://pilotonline.com/life/flavor/taste-test/article_ffe427a9-bf0e-5f7f-8ac8-4f603789759b.html

Who serves up the best cup of she-crab soup in Hampton Roads?

By Robyn Sidersky The Virginian-Pilot

Jan 28, 2018 Updated 2 hrs ago

https://pilotonline.com/life/flavor/taste-test/article_ffe427a9-bf0e-5f7f-8ac8-4f603789759b.html

https://pilotonline.com/entertainment/tv/article_5a67ceb5-70e2-597a-a46e-c7ebeff0298a.html

Super Bowl ads aim for the heart — and sometimes lower

BY MAE ANDERSON The Associated Press

Jan 29, 2018 Updated 16 min ago

https://pilotonline.com/entertainment/tv/article_5a67ceb5-70e2-597a-a46e-c7ebeff0298a.html

The Reflex by Duran Duran

Come Undone by Duran Duran

https://landing.advanced.jhu.edu/online-programs?utm_source=youtube&utm_medium=cpc&utm_term=YouTube&utm_campaign=RWC_JHUAAP_BRAND_Video_OA_YouTube_R_National_NULL&utm_content=AAP+Remarketing+List&uadgroup=AAP+Remarketing+List&uAdCampgn=RWC_JHUAAP_BRAND_Video_OA_YouTube_R_National_NULL&gclid=CjwKCAiAksvTBRBFEiwADSBZfEjy4noFNimdgFwTwzXdWZ94Hso30pywUm7E6kSTEgWrjopBJ1EUAxoCC3IQAvD_BwE

https://www.carmax.com/

Boston University

https://www.bu.edu/

http://www.bu.edu/today/2018/omelet-lady/

Meet Cecilia, Warren Towers Omelet Lady

A glimpse of the workday of a longtime Dining Services employe

http://www.bu.edu/today/2018/omelet-lady/

Rest in peace Rasual Butler and Leah Labelle. It is easy to tell from the picture that they were very much in love with each other and most likely had a strong and close marriage.

https://www.yahoo.com/news/m/f4f3b844-9f27-32a3-8eca-cece828b8406/ss_ex-nbaer-rasual-butler%2C-wife.html

Ex-NBAer Rasual Butler, wife Leah LaBelle killed in car accident by NYDailyNews

https://www.yahoo.com/news/m/f4f3b844-9f27-32a3-8eca-cece828b8406/ss_ex-nbaer-rasual-butler%2C-wife.html

http://www.nydailynews.com/sports/basketball/ex-nbaer-rasual-butler-wife-leah-labelle-killed-car-accident-article-1.3790805

Ex-NBA player Rasual Butler, wife Leah LaBelle killed in single-car accident: report  by John Healy

http://www.nydailynews.com/sports/basketball/ex-nbaer-rasual-butler-wife-leah-labelle-killed-car-accident-article-1.3790805

Arizona State University Online

https://go.asuonline.asu.edu/lp-wpconline/?utm_source=tradedesk&utm_medium=internet&utm_term=&utm_content=wpccampaign&utm_campaign=tradedesk_wpccampaign_display

https://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2018/jan/31/nfl-refuses-american-veterans-pleasestand-ad-publi/?utm_source=onesignal&utm_campaign=pushnotify&utm_medium=push

NFL grapples with public-relations fumble after refusing to run vets’ #PleaseStand adRejection backfires by drawing attention to national anthem protests

by Valerie Richardson

https://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2018/jan/31/nfl-refuses-american-veterans-pleasestand-ad-publi/?utm_source=onesignal&utm_campaign=pushnotify&utm_medium=push

passionate love movies

http://www.indiewire.com/2015/11/12-great-movies-about-forbidden-romance-53495/

12 Great Movies About Forbidden Romance

12 Great Movies About Forbidden Romance by Indiewire

http://www.indiewire.com/2015/11/12-great-movies-about-forbidden-romance-53495/

https://www.vanityfair.com/culture/2013/09/25-best-love-story-movies

Cinema Aphrodisoby Laura Jacobs

https://www.vanityfair.com/culture/2013/09/25-best-love-story-movies

https://www.timeout.com/newyork/movies/best-romantic-movies-on-netflix

The 15 best romantic movies on Netflix by Joshua Rothkopf and Timeout Contributors

https://www.timeout.com/newyork/movies/best-romantic-movies-on-netflix

http://flavorwire.com/612829/adolescent-mysteries-explored-in-otherworldly-paintings-of-young-women

Adolescent Mysteries Explored in Otherworldly Paintings of Young WomenZoe Hawk invokes the power of young womanhood and the shadowy side of adolescence.

Photography

| By

Alison Nastasi

| February 1, 2018

http://flavorwire.com/612829/adolescent-mysteries-explored-in-otherworldly-paintings-of-young-women

http://flavorwire.com/612896/sxsw-2018-announces-first-wave-of-film-selections

SXSW 2018 Announces First Wave of Film SelectionsHighlights include a new series from Jordan Peele, a new Jody Hill/Danny McBride joint, and Molly Shannon as Emily Dickinson.

http://flavorwire.com/612896/sxsw-2018-announces-first-wave-of-film-selections

goal; save up 600 dollars as soon as possible

Jimmy Johns

https://online.jimmyjohns.com/#/

https://online.jimmyjohns.com/#/

Pursuit of Happiness by Kid Cudi (Steve Aoki Remix) song length 613

Aldi's Website

https://www.aldi.us/en/weekly-specials/big-game-new-low-prices/

https://www.aldi.us/en/weekly-specials/big-game-new-low-prices/

http://flavorwire.com/438134/the-50-most-romantic-movies-ever-made

The 50 Most Romantic Movies Ever Made by Jason Bailey

http://flavorwire.com/438134/the-50-most-romantic-movies-ever-made

I can easily understand and guess some of the reasons why Robert Wagner is being investigated. However, I am going to take a safe guess and say that he is innocent when it comes to the drowning of his former wife Natalie Wood. Robert Wagner may be keeping silent about the events leading up to Natalie Wood's death more because of other reasons outside of his innocence-i.e. wikipedia lists information to imply that he has been a ladie's man for part of his life and maybe he is being silent more to protect certain people in his personal life that he might have been friends with andor romantically involved with-yet this is still independent from the fact that I am going to guess that someone else besides Robert Wagner had something to do with Natalie Wood's drowning.

https://www.usmagazine.com/celebrity-news/news/robert-wagner-a-person-of-interest-in-natalie-wood-drowning-case/

Robert Wagner Named ‘Person of Interest’ in Natalie Wood Drowning Case by Emily Longeretta

https://www.usmagazine.com/celebrity-news/news/robert-wagner-a-person-of-interest-in-natalie-wood-drowning-case/

navy millionaires

https://www.military.com/money/retirement/military-retirement/can-military-service-make-you-a-millionaire.html

Can Military Service Make You a Millionaire?

https://www.military.com/money/retirement/military-retirement/can-military-service-make-you-a-millionaire.html

http://podcast.affordanything.com/military-millionaire/

#33: How I Became a Millionaire on a Military Salary – with Doug NordmanJuly 11, 2016 By

Paula Pant

8 Comments

http://podcast.affordanything.com/military-millionaire/

http://www.blackfive.net/main/2008/05/military-millio.html

Military Millionaires

from Friday May 23, 2008

http://www.blackfive.net/main/2008/05/military-millio.html

http://www.businessinsider.com/15-fortune-500-ceos-who-got-their-start-in-the-military-2015-8/#johnsonjohnson-alex-gorsky-1

15 Fortune 500 CEOs who got their start in the military by Alex Lockie

http://www.businessinsider.com/15-fortune-500-ceos-who-got-their-start-in-the-military-2015-8/#johnsonjohnson-alex-gorsky-1

https://www.forbes.com/sites/brettnelson/2011/05/26/americas-richest-living-veterans/#4be1def2792e

America's Richest Living Veteransby Brett Nelsonhttps://www.forbes.com/sites/brettnelson/2011/05/26/americas-richest-living-veterans/#4be1def2792e

i lost weight and joined the military

https://www.armytimes.com/news/your-army/2015/01/27/recruit-drops-150-pounds-to-join-army/

Recruit drops 150 pounds to join Armyby Kyle Jahner

https://www.armytimes.com/news/your-army/2015/01/27/recruit-drops-150-pounds-to-join-army/

http://www.foxnews.com/health/2017/07/23/texas-man-loses-more-than-200-pounds-to-join-army.html

Texas man loses more than 200 pounds to join Army

http://www.foxnews.com/health/2017/07/23/texas-man-loses-more-than-200-pounds-to-join-army.html

my condolences on the mother's loss of her son but the U.S. Army is not at fault for her son's death. Tragically once she admitted that he believed it was ok to throw up what he ate, this told me partially what contributed to his sudden death. I am far from a doctor but even I know that the human body is capable of handling 1000 to 1200 calories when trying to lose weight if overweight by at least 20 to 30 pounds or more. However, it can be tough on even an overweight body to force oneself to throw up food that was consumed and is meant to be converted into nutrients inside of your body.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1370075/Army-recruit-20-dies-losing-85-pounds-months-extreme-dieting-purging-exercising-enlisted.html

My boy dieted himself to death so he could join the US army': Mother blames recruiters for encouraging extreme 800 calorie-a-day regime

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https://taskandpurpose.com/this-former-mcdonalds-employee-lost-120-pounds-to-join-the-marine-corps/

This Former McDonald’s Employee Lost 120 Pounds To Join The Marine CorpsBy

BRIAN ADAM JONES

 on April 15, 2015

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I admit that I definitely intend to only resort to weight loss surgery as a last resort option as I intend to reduce my weight through certain eating and exercise habits. I am simply following my intuition to keep this link as a reminder why I must avoid weight loss surgery while I harbor military career dreams. I admit that I intend to do what I legally can with minimal risk to my health to manifest a 135 pound body or thinner by August 1 2018 or sooner even if I have to eventually eat separate foods from what my sweet husband eats. He should not have to restrict himself  just because I intend to make eating moderations to achieve my weight loss goals by certain timelines. I am determined to do what I have to do to get thinner quicker this year even if it means eventually changing how often I write online by March 1 2018 andor sooner.

http://bariatricsurgeryandjoiningthemilitary.blogspot.com/

https://www.livestrong.com/article/432314-how-to-get-in-shape-for-military/

How to Get in Shape for Militaryby MICHELLE ZEHR  Last Updated: Sep 11, 2017

https://www.livestrong.com/article/432314-how-to-get-in-shape-for-military/

https://www.cnn.com/2013/12/16/health/weight-loss-karyna-douglas/index.html

regarding the story of  Karyna Douglass

She lost 110 pounds to join the ArmyBy Jacque Wilson, CNNUpdated 9:46 AM ET, Mon December 16, 2013

https://www.cnn.com/2013/12/16/health/weight-loss-karyna-douglas/index.html

Fortunately, I just need to lose/release at least 20 to 30 pounds and I would be back in the normal weight range zone but my intuition and logic are guiding me to keep this link for both present and future reference.

https://www.military.com/military-fitness/weight-loss/need-to-lose-40-lbs

https://www.military.com/military-fitness/weight-loss/need-to-lose-40-lbs

I admit that I am still in the process of fulfilling my intent to be a more consistent walker throughout the workweek but fortunately I am off to a good start today with already walking at least first thing this morning. This is another link that both my intuition and logic are indirectly influencing me to keep for both present and future reference. I intend to become more of a consistent runner who runs at least a mile or more a day by March 2018 andor sooner. However, my intuition is still guiding me to keep this link and work my way up to running at least a mile a day by keeping consistent with my walking through the month of February 2018.

How a Cross-Country Runner Prepares for Military

https://www.military.com/military-fitness/general-fitness/cross-country-runner-prepares-for-the-military

https://www.military.com/military-fitness/general-fitness/cross-country-runner-prepares-for-the-military

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university chefs

http://www.bbc.com/news/business-36576511

University of food awards 'Nobel prize for chefs'By Sean CoughlanEducation correspondent http://www.bbc.com/news/business-36576511

https://www.chefculinaryconference.com/

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https://www.bu.edu/dining/about-us/vcs/

Visiting Chef Serieshttps://www.bu.edu/dining/about-us/vcs/

Old Dominion University Norfolk Virginia

http://www.odu.edu/

http://www.accom.ed.ac.uk/news/new-chefs-competition-at-the-university-of-edinburgh/

New Chefs Competition at the University of Edinburgh

http://www.accom.ed.ac.uk/news/new-chefs-competition-at-the-university-of-edinburgh/

https://www.reading.ac.uk/internal/staffportal/news/articles/spsn-498457.aspx

University chefs scoop culinary award

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GET TO KNOW ME THRU MUSIC EVEN THO I GOT NO FOLLOWERS

Song that always makes you happy Feel Good Inc / Gorillaz

Song you listen to when you’re sad The Light Behind Your Eyes / My Chemical Romance

Top 5 songs of an artist of your choosing Mama, The Ghost of You, Sing, Our Lady of Sorrows, and Kiss the Ring / MCR

3 most played songs on iTunes or Last.fm etc. This is only according to what I listen to on iTunes through my computer so it’s inaccurate lol: 1. Pop Pop Bang Bang / Chantal Claret, 2. Not in Love / Crystal Castles and Robert Smith, 3. Nancy Boy / Placebo

Favourite song right now Charger / Gorillaz

Favourite album of all time Danger Days / MCR

Favourite song of all time The Ghost of You / MCR (God I like MCR too much I’m too old for this)

Favourite artist of all time My Chemical Romance if you can’t tell I’m a piece of trash

A memory associated to an artist of your choosing My dad would always play the album War by U2 on our roadtrips to Colorado and that was some of the earliest music I fell in love with

Song that you feel you must always dance to Uma Thurman / Fall Out Boy

First record you bought I’m taking this as first vinyl so mine was Danger Days by MCR

A song that reminds you of someone you love Slipped Away / Avril Lavigne (Dear fuckin christ that’s an old song to me)

A song from your childhood Elevation / U2

A song that reflects your personality Na Na Na / MCR (Kinda cringy but likes good things and cool guitar riffs and secretly very depressed but likes colors)

Most hated song of all time Tbh idek the name of the song but it sounds like trap shit and the singer sounds like he just chugged some crack infused alcoholic drink that made him forget what he just said so he keeps repeating the same god fucking damn words

Most overrated song Madness / Muse (I like it but it’s... idk it’s kinda boring and I don’t understand why it got played so much compared to their other songs)

Most underrated song Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet / Fall Out Boy (It’s so good)

Most overrated artist twenty one pilots (don’t murder me please I actually really love top I just wish people wouldn’t keep “correcting” me by saying Cancer is by them and not MCR. They’re really good and do deserve the fame but it seems like they’re being seen as way more than what they’ve done.)

Most underrated artist Screaming Females. SO. GOOD. Also SWMRS.

Favourite vocal performance Patrick Stump singing Life on Mars

Favourite guitar solo Idk if this counts as a solo but anything off of XO by LeATHERMOUTH

A song no one would expect you to love Moves Like Jagger / Maroon 5

A song you get shit for liking Ride / twenty one pilots

A song you’d like at your funeral Dead! / MCR

A song you’d like for your first dance Dance Dance / Fall Out Boy

Karaoke song Rap God / Eminem (watch me die lmfao)

Favourite summertime song Clint Eastwood / Gorillaz

Favourite Christmas song All I Want for Christmas / MCR cover

An artist you used to love but don’t really listen to now U2 lmfao (ever since that album download shenanigan happened I kinda lost respect. I love U2 but they need to get off their high horse)

A cover that is better than the original The Logical Song / Mindless Self Indulgence (it’s so fun)

A song you have to crank the volume up for Saturnz Barz / Gorillaz

What song was top of the charts when you were born My Heart Will Go On / Celine Dion

C.D. that’s always in the car The Black Parade and Never Mind the Bollocks

The first album you bought Fearless by Taylor Swift (I was a child lmfao)

Dream band line up Marissa Paternoster on vocals and guitar, Frank Iero on guitar, Russel Hobbs on drums (lol), and Mike Dirnt on bass

Favourite musician/band from your country Other than MCR it’d be Green Day

Which genre of music features most heavily in your collection Punk and alternative rock (Die Antwoord and Gorillaz are probably the most different in terms of genres in my library)

Which genre(s) do you try to avoid None tbh... probably certain house music though and a lot of newer country

A song that is always stuck in your head Ugly Boy / Die Antwoord

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However kid it is bloodless outside

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In a fast-paced, ever before greater relevant global, placing so much demand on us, we are so addicted to the routine connection that we have actually failed to remember the importance of self-love. We do not constantly realise the damage we do to our bodies when we fail to remember to slow-moving down and odor the roses sometimes. So earlier than the sense of guilt units in, don't neglect, that is to your wellness! New research study being published every day are presenting more and more that reflection now not most effective decreases pressure as well as decreases high blood pressure in the short time duration, however likewise advertises healthier designs of referring to which make a contribution toward long time psychological wellness and joy. So start with the help of sitting for as long as you may, concentrating on your breath and the audio of the rain or the birds outside as well as appreciate exactly how lovely this minute really Is. 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Indulge your structure with a home-made sugar scrub to exfoliate your skin. 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