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[jaggedwolf]

The existence of Sadie is going to get me to power through Red Dead Redemption 2, I love her.

[asterri-writes]

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Mafia Main Character!I.N x author!reader(fem)

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"No..."

Rapid taps against the keyboard of her laptop were heard throughout the desolate night in her messy room as she deleted the texts on the screen before she began typing the scrambled-but-seemingly-made-sense thoughts in her head.

"No..."

A disgruntled tone was evident in her voice as she began pressing down on her laptop's keyboard to input more words before once again...

"Ugh, No! This isn't it! Why won't my brain keep on braining?!" (s/c) was met with the dark oak wooden table as she flopped her head onto it harshly and groaned, feeling frustrated that she just couldn't get the scene she's been typing for almost 30 minutes to sound right and found her head empty of ideas, making her heave a sigh.

Figuring to fix her posture and sit back properly as she felt her pitiful back ache from all the slouching she's been enduring for awhile, (y/n) looked at the blinking cursor in the draft "Secret's Untold" document with a pout.

"I.N was supposed to sound like... I.N-ish while talking against that damned Ye-Jun but why can't I get it right? This was supposed to be the life-changing experience for I.N and make the transition from Jeongin to I.N too! I also have to write about the funeral of- Ugh! There's so many ideas in my head, why can't it just type on its own!"

A loud bang was heard from her room as she slammed her hand on it in frustration even though she knew that throwing tantrums won't make the laptop type on its own, (y/n) slouched against her seat with a defeated look instead as she tried to rationalize herself but the thoughts were caught of when she heard-

"(y/n)! Motherfucker, just sleep already. You're so loud there, are you throwing a tantrum there?!"

... Her grandmother yell at her in their native language through the door as she scrambled out of her seat to look at the the time, cursing internally when she saw it was almost 11 PM in the screen and apologized quickly to her fuming and tired grandmother loudly through the door in hopes the old woman would calm down before quieting herself, afraid that her grandmother would come in her room to give her a good verbal beating.

Focusing her eyes on the screen once again with a conflicted expression, (y/n) put her hands against the keyboard to start typing as she thought to herself, 'No pain, no gain (y/n). Just put whatever thoughts onto the draft and call it a day when you can't think no more. You got this!' Fueling her soul with determination!

...That was 1 hour ago though.

(y/n) deeply underestimated that sleeping for only 4 hours for the whole day since she thought it was a good idea to binge watch Stray Kids content throughout the past late night was alright!

But, before she knew it, she passed out before she could continue to the next chapter and let the battery run.

Her body didn't mind though. In fact, it was such a needed sleep (y/n) began dreaming, deep asleep with light snores in an awkward position which she would complain later on while a hazy remembrance of her dream in mind.

Though in her deep slumber, (y/n) had one clear thought in her mind, a desire that she wished she had the power of that slipped out of her mouth as she talked whilst asleep in a murmur- a common occurrence caused by the constant stressed out life she had to endure.

“I wish… I could write stories in their world myself…”

Unbeknownst to her, a bright shining star zoomed through the dark sky, illuminating the street beneath and her whole room causing a power outage but still, the laptop was left undisturbed as it continued to be powered and left the laptop's cursor in the monitor blinking.

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𝘉𝘭𝘪.. 𝘛𝘺𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨....

*01001001 00101110 01001110 was looking through the seemingly rectangular-sized window as he observed the messy yet nearly barren room before his piercing onyx orbs cast onto the girl who was snoring loudly, face planted comfortably against her forearms on the dark oak desk and the sight caused his eyes to narrow, a complexed look was plastered on his face while he tried to make sense of his situation.*

*Putting a hand against the delicate glass, he felt the glass warp around his fingers when 01001001 00101110 01001110's fingers went a bit further into the glass and alarmingly pulled his hand out from the glass.*

*But with a sudden surge of an indescribable emotion within him, he locked his gaze onto the girl's figure before he pushed his arm out from the glass, its fragile structure warped around his limb as he grabbed the girl's (f/c) t-shirt's crew neck and forcefully pulled her through the small-rectangular glass, ending the scene when everything went white.*

*Though before the small rectangular view all faded into nothingness, a voice echoed throughout the white space as he began to speak, making sure that the girl would remember even through her slumber.*

*Well, It was hard not to when the voice was filled with contempt and sorrow.*

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𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂!

©️ asterri-writes

[bl6ckr0s3]

Challenging Reality

Leaving off from what I vented last on a video, I was able to see my son over Zoom eventually that late afternoon on Sunday. I didn’t hear back from his father on Saturday night because they went to the beach and got back late in which he could’ve told me rather than for me to be waiting all night wondering. We had a nice video session with him while we were out yesterday doing Uber so it was nice to be able to see him during the early afternoon. 

I realized that at work, I’m going to be working the tray line for a good while because I am replacing what Judy was originally helping with. Her bid is inside the green room by the dock and she’s returning to her assignment. She volunteered to work the tray line for the last several months, but now I am stuck to the job as a new fresh bidder to the 010/020 unit. When I called out twice during the tour 3 schedule, that was it for them. They gave me a 2nd II and then just last Friday they gave me a notice letter of all the dates I called out. My union rep Sean, told me that we can’t allow it to get to step 3 which is a 7 day paid suspension, because what comes after that is a 14 day non-paid suspension and then they will fire you. I don’t have any medical documentation since I don’t have no fucking health insurance or money to see the doctor here, and what documentation would they expect to see when the human body is struggling to stay awake on a night shift? I been told many people has called off on that job shift, so I dunno. I been showing up to work every day since then, but they should see that I been able to show up to work just fine during tour 3 shift. It’s definitely been a lot better and more relieving for me knowing that I get off work around the time I was barely just coming to work on the old shift. 

Last 4th of July was a horrible holiday. We didn’t even get to enjoy it. We showed up at the show early around 2:18pm. There were already old fat people camping out on folding chairs and umbrellas in which we made a dumb choice not to bring. I assumed that it was going to be an overcast weather even though it was so fuckin hot & humid. Knowing that it was a good chance of rain that day, we still stood under the hot sun with no shade for 2-3 hours. Eventually the heat fucked us up and we had to leave. I only had a chance to shoot the first opening band then we had to leave because Joshua started having a panic attack. We thought he was going through a heat stroke at first, but it turns out that his body was having a panic attack right after we ate McD’s. We were trying to cool off from being exposed in the heat and then we had to call 911 to take him to the hospital because he was scared & didn’t know what to do. That was when it began raining. I was pissed that it began raining right after we left the show because we really wanted to stay to see Brad Praisley for free. How often does free shows like that happen? Well if we get lucky and get another chance to see a show like that again, it will happen. This was the 2nd time Brad did a free show like this, of course with tons of sponsors in town which was what helped make the free show happened. It’s just too bad it wasn’t inside a big venue instead of being out in the fucking heat. 

When the ambulance took Joshua to the hospital, I followed behind the ambulance truck, but damn they drove pretty fast in the hard rain storm. Thankfully, I was able to find the right hospital they dropped off Joshua at, and I had to wait awhile before I was able to go in to see him. It’s just weird that they said that everything looked good with his vitals, blood pressure, heart, etc. It turned out that he had a panic attack. The heat on top of the junk food that we had for lunch was what triggered it on 4th of July. Yesterday, his panic attack came in again during a delivery and he drove us back to the hospital to see a doctor again. They finally prescribed some anxiety pills for him to take, but the energy drink that he got from the gas station was what triggered his panic attack yesterday. I threw away the drink in the trash can at a Taco Bell while he was using the restroom, I brought some water for him to see if it would calm down his anxiety. Anyways, he needed medication for his anxiety and stress for the longest time, now this was the only time he was forced to accept the fact that he needed medication. He really hates medication, but I told him as long as we both know that we are people who don’t abuse that kind of stuff, use it for what it’s for. We ended up picking up 2 medications yesterday before getting lunch from Arby’s and returning home. He was already drowsy and slurring from the Dramamine that he took on top of the 2 medicines they gave him at the hospital. Just like I predicted, he passed the fuck out right after we ate. He fell asleep with the vape in his hand, I was up for a little bit then I decided to take a nap with him. I woke up around 9 or 11pm and was playing my Ants game before falling back asleep for another few hours. Last night, when Joshua woke up around 1am, he thought it was the afternoon when it was really still night time. We were up this morning and left around 8am back to the Walgreens because he didn’t check the medication that we picked up from Walgreens later to find out that he didn’t pick up the most important one, Xanex which is the important pill only meant for emergencies if his panic attack comes back while his body has to break in the other medication that he will be on daily for the month. 

I have to make a phone call to Sean and he wants to 3 way speak with one of the reps of the APWU to make sure they are no longer taking my money from my check. I plan on looking into applying for medical thru the union so that I can have insurance here in Tennessee as well as maybe have a chance to put Joshua on my plan so that he can at least have some kind of insurance coverage for once. I notice with union medical insurance, they seem to allow employees to put domestic partners on their plan which is great. Only the federal employee health benefits only allow married spouses to be placed on the plan, but it’s fine. Once the APWU cancels my union dues and disability insurance plan, I can apply for a medical plan for the NMHPU to have insurance in Tennessee and still keep my Federal benefits in California to keep my son covered. I have to make sure I bring my attendance back up to good standing and start requesting days off ahead of time when I need a day off.

I ended up having to push my counseling session meeting towards the beginning of August since my counselor is going on vacation towards the end of July. The appointments have all been booked until she returns from her vacation. That will give me plenty of time to fill out the forms I need to turn back in to her, but I need to find time to print those forms out at a Staples or Office Max so that I can fill them out before my first meeting with Ivy Jeffries. 

If I get lucky, I may be able to still keep my job if I don’t fuck up my attendance anymore. I normally don’t call out a lot like I have when I was on tour 1, but that’s the whole fucking reason I bid out to tour 3. I got shit going on, if they don’t give a fuck they can go fuck themselves. I know I may not end up being with this company forever. If my dream comes true, I may not have to retire with this job as sad as it sounds that I moved out of California for a better life. I been with the company for 11 years. Sean knows that I am a good worker and that he will do what he can to help me.

[elfwoodfae]

Ima need you to write something filthy about Harry after he discovers y/n's erotic friend fiction about the team and learn what she really thinks about him.

Love, some one anonymous and your biggest fan

“Hurtful Lies��� Harrison “Harry” Wells x reader

Author’s note: HUGE thank you to @wintersire for coming through and helping me keep Harry in character and help me edit and put together this story, honestly couldn’t have done it without her. Also I know is not exactly what you asked for but I could stop myself from the angst, I truly hope you like it. I loved writing it. I cried too while doing it.

WARNING: SMUT, ANSGT.

Gif credits to the owner, I found it on google.

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“Oh Harrison,” You moaned in his ear as he held you up against the wall, your legs tangled around his waist.

“I can’t wait to be inside of you,” He whispered, his hands going up your back and ripping open the fabric of your dress. His lips found yours, his teeth catching your bottom one, tugging on it for you to open your mouth.

His hand went down the curve of your ass to the inside of your thigh, feeling the heat coming from you.

“Every night since I met you I have dreamed about this moment, I've touched myself thinking of you, I adore you, everything about you.” You proclaimed against his mouth. He kissed you fiercely in response, savoring you.

You typed furiously into your computer, not wanting to lose the inspiration you had. This was your hobby, or more or less your practice into becoming a writer, and what better way to do it than writing about the center of your affections. Harrison Wells. Or more accurately, Earth 2 Harrison Wells. You had developed a hard crush on the man, everything about him drove you crazy, his hands, his hair, his lips, his back, and oh God did you wonder what was inside those pants; maybe that’s why he always wore them so baggy.

You could almost say it was an obsession at this point. At night, when you were alone, he was who you would think of while touching yourself, moaning his name. You wanted him so bad. It's gotten to the point where you would do anything for him, as scared as that thought made you.

Taking a break from typing and stretching your fingers, you leaned back to look at the screen and read over your writing. You wondered how long you've been writing for; it seemed like no time at all. When you catch the time you let out a curse. It was almost 8. and Cisco had insisted you all go out as a team for a very deserved family dinner at Barry’s place.

Saving the document and getting up from the computer you went over to your room, getting dressed up. While you readied yourself you heard a breach opening in your living room; Cisco was here to get you.

“I will be out in a minute! Get comfy.” You called out while struggling to fix the dress to make your breasts look more appetizing. Obviously you doubted Harry would notice, but at least you could dream he would. You had chosen a short float dress with an open back and low neckline, perfect for indiscreet kisses and flirty hands.

Back in the living room Cisco was moving through the apartment to get to the kitchen, leaving Harry, who had unexpectedly come with him, alone; something you were unaware of. The screen of your computer illuminated as a email notification appeared, catching Harry’s attention. He looked over and as he was about to dismiss it something called his attention back to it.

His name was written on whatever you were working on, moving towards it slowly he started to read it over, his eyes widening with every word he read. Just as he was about to scroll down the page the clicking of your heels could be heard, making him smack the screen down to hide what he was doing.

Trying to act normal he turned around, hiding his face from you and the blush softly creeping on it.

“Oh Harry, I didn’t know you had come with Cisco,” you said, looking at his back.

“He would take too long otherwise,” he grunted, unable to look you in the eye. His gaze stayed on your neck, trying to distract himself, but that was a mistake as he could see the way the dress hugged your body from his peripheral view. Memories of what you had written came to his mind as he wondered what it would feel like to run his hands up your back and take that dress off of you.

Clearing his throat he had to turn back around, hiding his hands in the pockets of his pants to try and hide something else triggered by the thought.

You took in his appearance. You don’t think you had ever seen him this formal, and for a moment he reminded you exactly of Thawne the night of the accelerator launch; his white shirt with a blazer on top, the first buttons open to show his skin, his black pants, and his hair; a little shorter and sharper on the sides. You wondered if this is what he looked like most of the time on his Earth; before zoom, when he was less worried about everything.

Cisco came back just in time from the kitchen, hurrying all of you into a breach to make it to Barry’s on time.

After the drinks started flowing, so did the good feelings; the atmosphere was joyful, everyone was having a good time, even Harry seemed relaxed in his own way.

As the night progressed and all of you sat around the living room, Caitlin asked about your project. She knew you had been working on a few pieces for a literature portfolio you had been building.

“Well I have been working on this piece I’m really excited about.” You said, causing Harry to suddenly choke on his drink.

“You good?” Cisco nudged him.

“Yeah yeah I’m just, I’m going to get some air,” he whispered getting up with his drink and walking over to the balcony.

Maybe it was the liquid courage the alcohol provided, or the fact that fate liked to play with you, but you suddenly felt brave enough to walk after him. You excused yourself quietly before following him into the cool night air.

“Hey,” you gently touched his shoulder. “Is everything okay?” You asked him with a kind smile. The one you always saved for him.

“Yeah, yeah, it's just a little crowded in there.” He lamely excused.

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure. I’ll be leaving soon, I think I had one too many drinks, I’ll ask Cisco to breach me.” You said as you turned around, ready to leave, but right before you went through the door his hand stopped you, grabbing your arm delicately.

“I can walk you, I’m leaving too.” He said. He was regretting this as the words were leaving his mouth but it was already too late, you had smiled at him and nodded, letting him know you were getting your purse and saying your goodbyes. He didn’t know where this had come from, certainly not from his common sense as he knew he shouldn’t be giving you any hopes after what he had read in your computer, but he couldn’t help it, the alcohol in his system made him think slower and not very clearly.

The walk home was quiet, only making small talk between you both. He didn’t know why he had offered to walk you, Cisco could have breached you easily. Once you made it to your door you turned around, facing him.

“Hey,” you started, trying to find a way to phrase what you wanted to ask him. This may after all be your only chance at this.

“Do you want to come in for a drink?” You asked him with a kind smile.

He shouldn’t stay, he should have said no and leave, he wasn’t thinking clearly and the consequences would prove to be devastating.

He nodded, too afraid of speaking and his words betraying him. He followed you inside, settling in the couch while you went to get some alcohol from the kitchen.

Serving him and yourself a drink you both settle on simple conversation, laughing and every once in a while you could see the way his eyes would fall to your lips.

Finishing your drinks, silence fell over you both, neither sure of what was supposed to happen, but the tension could be felt in the air. Softly, you moved closer to him, your hand finding his thigh as you leaned over him. He was studying you, his eyes on your lips. Slowly you touched his face, your lips connecting with his in a soft kiss.

He closed his eyes, his hands moving to the back of your neck as if by instinct, his lips pressed harder to yours, his teeth grazing your bottom one, prompting you to open your mouth. He had forgotten what it felt like to kiss someone else. His hands traveled down your back, feeling the soft skin of your back exposed by the dress. You moved to his lap, removing his blazer and playing with the buttons of his white shirt.

In a silent agreement you both decided to move this to the bedroom, you got up, offering him your hand for him to take and follow you. Once inside you turned around, kissing him again as you moved backwards towards the bed. His hands moved to the zipper of your dress, opening it and letting it fall of your form. There you stood, naked in front of him, only in your panties as you bit your lip, you looked absolutely stunning in his eyes.

He knew the only way he was being able to go through with this was because of the amount of alcohol in his system, and as he moved his hands to your waist to lean you back in the bed, kissing you, his breathing started to quicken. Heat spreading from the back of his neck to his shoulders. He was loosing focus on what he was doing.

Your hands moved to his pants, unbuckling them, opening the button of them and pushing them down, but the moment your hand touched his cock he lost it, he couldn’t do it. He started to panic, images of Tess came to his mind and his mind screamed at him that this was a betrayal to her memory.

Moving away from you quickly he turned around, trying to get himself back in his pants again.

“Harry?” You softly asked him, sitting up and covering yourself with the duvet.

“Hey it’s okay,” you tried again when he didn’t reply, noticing the way his breathing had quickened and he seemed to be panicking. Understanding came over you; he was probably nervous. You assumed he hasn’t been with anyone physically since his wife passed away.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you try again, touching his arm to reassure him, but the moment your skin touches his he flinched away from you.

“Don’t touch me” he says, getting up from the bed, his breathing quickening. He hasn't felt this way since Jessie was taken; the weight on his chest getting heavier every second he remained in your bedroom. He couldn’t explain why, but this sense of panic rose the moment he saw your face fall at him flinching away from you.

“Hey calm down, it's okay. I understand if you need time,” you began but he interrupted you with a breathy scoff. He was in a panic state now; he couldn’t think clearly anymore, he knew you knew what was happening to him, and somehow that show of weakness made the whole situation worse.

“What could you possibly understand, you're just a selfish brat. I don’t need you whoring yourself to me like you did to Thawne.” He spits quickly, not looking at you. He knew that seeing your face would be his last straw.

Your own panic becomes evident in the way your breathing changes. Tears pool in your eyes, so heavy that they start to fall without your consent. The hurt, the humiliation and embarrassment you feel at his words are obvious, how did he know what had happened with Thawne?

His panic dulls once his pants are securely covering him once more, clearing his head enough to allow him to process what he just said to you. He turns toward you, that feeling building once more but for a completely different reason this time. He shouldn’t have said that, he fucked up completely now. A sharp pain tugs at him the moment he sees your face; he went too far.

“No, y/n, I am,” he begins to say, he needs to fix this before is too late, but you close your eyes, whispering a quiet “get out”. When you open your eyes again, he is still there. He tries to reach for you but you dodge him, taking the blanket with you to the bathroom.

He tries to talk to you, to apologize, but by the way he can hear your sobbing from behind the closed door he knows there is nothing he can say to fix this, at least not now.

You stayed in the bathroom, sitting on the floor behind the door with your blankets around you until you heard the front door close, proving that he had indeed left.

How could he had done that to you? You had trusted him, you had trusted Harry to be different. You had never thought he could be so cruel, but once again you had been proven wrong and were hurt by two men wearing the same face.

Harry looks for you the next day. He needs to apologize, he needs to fix this because he can’t deal with the pain and guilt he is feeling now. He storms through the lab but he can’t find you. Eventually Ramon gets there, who informs him that you didn’t come today.

Harry seems to be in a even worse mood than before, yelling at everyone and throwing things every once in a while, a behavior he had overcome in his time on this earth.

“Okay, what’s wrong with you?” Cisco questions him, finally having been able to catch him.

He hesitates, unsure if telling Ramon what happened was the best idea but with how bad he screwed up he may need all the help he can get at fixing this.

“I, I made a mistake” he whispers, facing the white board he was writing on.

“Last night I walked y/n home, and we had a couple drinks and one thing led to another,” he says, fixing his glasses as he is unsure of how to continue.

“And” Cisco pushes.

“And we kissed and then I panicked, and I,” he sighs.

“Harry its okay." Cisco tries, but Harry doesn't face him. "Look, I am sure she didn’t take it personally.” Cisco stands and reaches out to pat his shoulder, trying to help Harry, but when he touched his arm he saw exactly what Harry said; he saw what happened, the way his words had affected you. He knew Harry had a temper but he never expected for him to be capable of being so hurtful, especially to you, who had been nothing but kind and understanding to him.

“Oh no Harry, what did you do?” Cisco quickly says, fear evident in his voice.

“What?” Harry says, turning to look at him.

“How could you had say that to her? How do you even know about Thawne?” Cisco demands, anger evident in his voice.

“I panicked Ramon, I wasn’t thinking when I said it.” He removes his glasses and rubs his eyes.

“I heard Barry talking about Thawne and he mentioned that he and y/n were seeing each other.”

“That’s not the worst part Harry, we never talk about what happened not because of him but because of her too.” Cisco begins, he takes in a breath before continuing.

“Barry and y/n were closer back then, they were always together, but when Barry found out about Thawne, he also found out that y/n and him had a relationship, he instantly thought that she knew who he was and he never gave her a chance to explain,” he sighs, his eyes lost in the memories of that day.

“He was going to lock her in the pipeline with him, but Joe stopped him. Thawne had told her that she had been nothing but a distraction and a way for him to have fun, that he had never loved her. Barry was sure she had betrayed the team as well and when she was trying to explain he called her a desperate slut and accused her of not caring that he was a murderer." Cisco looks to the side, lost in the memory. "I still remember her face, the tears and how Joe had to intercept because he had crossed the line. After he locked her up, Thawne confessed that y/n was innocent, that she never knew who or what his intentions were.” Cisco proceeded explaining, making Harry only feel worse and worse by the second.

“Even when Barry apologized and she explained everything they never recovered, they never were as close as before and the team was not the same after that.” Cisco finished. God had he screwed up.

“I need to fix this Ramon,” Harry said, rubbing his forehead.

“I don’t honestly think you can do anything to fix this. I’m sorry Harry, but I think you can only give it time.” He said.

As the week progressed you had manage to avoid Harry at all costs, working on a lab far away from the cortex and completely opposite from him. You had expected to feel better by now, but his insult had only revived the memories buried in your mind, every time you looked at him now you could only see the original Wells, you could only see Thawne because the difference between both in your head had been completely erased after that night.

It took a week for Harry to finally corner you; he knew you were avoiding him, and he was trying to give you space, at least the first few days but every time you seemed to get a glance of his presence you would flee. He knew he deserved it.

When you made it home that night, after changing and settling down on the sofa you tried to relax, in all honesty the anxiety of the whole situation had made you too tense and too anxious to even be able to properly function that week.

As you switched between channels trying to distract yourself, you heard the telltale signs of a breach opening behind your couch. Cisco knew what had happened, he had hugged you as you cried that first day back after the incident.

“Cisco I am fine, I will be fine in a couple days” you added without looking back.

“It’s not Cisco” his raspy voice said, almost in a whisper and you instantly froze, not wanting to see him.

He noticed the way you tensed, how you wouldn’t turn around to see him.

“What are you doing here?” You whispered, tears threatening to fall.

“Please let me fix this, I am so sorry,” he began.

You looked at him, and as he took a step closer to you, you flinched away. He could see the fear in your eyes and that only hurt him more, he knew he deserved this, how could he blame you? He was wearing the same face as the man who once hurt you the same way he had done, in your eyes there was no difference between himself and Thawne.

He moved closer, slower this time, afraid to scare you away.

“I am so sorry,” he said again, trying to find the right words to make you understand that he hadn’t meant it.

“The other night, I, I panicked, I,” he couldn’t explain himself. Eventually he gave up and sat on the edge of the couch, giving you a wide berth. He took a deep breath.

“Her name was Tess,” he begins, closing his eyes at the tears he knows are coming.

“I know you know of her from the other one, but she was mine. My amazing, beautiful wife.” You only looked at him, allowing him to explain himself.

“When Jessie was 5, Tess got sick. We couldn’t figure out what was happening, she only lasted a couple more months.” He had removed his glasses by now, wiping the tears away from his eyes.

“After she died I became a bitter man; I was angry and broken. I couldn’t rebuild my life without her.” He continued, his eyes focus on the memories.

“That night, was, that night was the first time since her that I had allowed myself to be with someone, and the moment you touched me I panicked, my mind screaming that I was betraying her.” He finished.

You could see the pain in his eyes, the way the tears fell down his cheeks. You had never seen Harry so vulnerable.

Now you felt sorry for him; you could understand his panic.

“I know that’s not an excuse for what I said or how I treated you and I’m not asking you to forgive me but I needed to explain to you. I owed you that much.” He finished.

“Harry,” you began, trying to clean your face from your own tears.

“Harry I forgive you, I just,” you continued, looking up to clear your eyes of the tears trying to fall again.

“If you didn’t feel the same way about me as I did about you, you could have told me,” you said.

“That’s the thing, I have dreamt of you since the day I met you, I have wished to be able to move forward but I’m stuck, guilt eating me alive.” He said.

If there was ever any doubt in your mind of Harry being the same as his evil doppelgänger it was gone now. This man had suffered so much, he deserved to be happy and after finding someone who could help him he had locked himself away.

Standing up, you moved in front of where he was sitting, tangling your hands in his hair and bringing his face to your stomach, hugging him. His puppy eyes watched your every move, his hands instantly went around your waist, holding you, allowing himself to feel you.

“Harry, I know that you loved her very much, and I could never pretend or try to replace that love you had for her,” you began, trying to phrase what you wanted him to understand.

“Harry, she would want you to be happy, to keep living.” You said, rubbing your fingers softly through his hair.

“Your mind is lying to you, this is not a betrayal, you could never betray that love” you finished.

You felt him nod his head, still hugging you. His hands tightening around you. You stayed like that for a few minutes, letting him process your words.

His hand moved tangled in your shirt, pulling you down to his lap, allowing him to hug you closer, your arms went around his neck as he held you, burying his face in your hair.

“Would you give me a second chance?” He whispered against your skin, he needed to move on, to show you how much he cared for you.

“Harry, I” you began, scare that if you did he would hurt you again, you wouldn’t be able to get over that if it happened again.

“Please y/n, I need to show you how much you mean to me, please” he begged you, planting a soft kiss to the side of your neck.

“Only if you are sure you want to go through with this, to see where it could lead us” you told him, aware of the risk you were taking.

“I am” he confirmed, his hands running up your back.

Your own hands tangled again in his hair, pulling him to you, your lips connecting, softer this time, slower, he was taking his time exploring your mouth. You broke away from the kiss, looking at him while removing his glasses and putting them aside, leaning back down to kiss him.

His hand went under your shirt, caressing your back, feeling the soft skin as his kisses became hungrier. He moved his mouth across your jawline, delivering soft kisses and moving down your neck, obtaining a few sighs from you, his lips leaving a trail of open mouth kisses.

He got up slowly, tangling your legs around his waist he moved you both to your bedroom. Leaving you back down against the bed, removing his jacket before lowering himself on top of you.

This time his mind was clear, his only focus was you. To show you how much he wanted you and needed you. His hands found the hem of your shirt, looking at you for consent before removing it. He took the time to admire you, looking at every detail of your skin. He lowered himself, kissing your neck, the top of your breast as his hands ran up your waist, squeezing slightly before moving to your breast, caressing them and feeling the softness of them.

Your hands removed his shirt, aching to feel him bare against your skin. You moved your hands to his shoulders, feeling the way his muscles tensed and how they relaxed when you moved your hands down his back, his kisses trailed up back to your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin while his hand moved to caress your leg, running up your thigh to your ass, squeezing it and feeling how your body reacted to his touches.

Your hands moved to his pants, opening them but leaving them like that, giving him the option to remove them himself whenever he felt ready.

His hands found the hem of your underwear, once again he looked at you, wanting to make sure you still wanted this, you nodded while he removed them, his hand trailing back up to feel you, feel how soft you were and how wet he was making you. He groaned once his hand connected to your center, feeling the slickness covering his fingers as he moved them across your entrance, he love the way you moaned for him, throwing your head back. He buried his face in your neck at the same time his finger moved inside of you, opening you up for him. You gripped his hair as his lips sucked a mark onto your skin. Soon after another finger found its way inside of you; he was getting you ready. He curled them inside, making a long moan fall out of you as your eyes rolled back in your head. He could feel the way you pulled him in, how you squeezed him and dripped on his fingers. He moved them faster, grinding his palm onto your clit, drawing an orgasm out of you. He wanted you to come first, knowing that he wouldn’t last long.

He felt you tightening around his fingers, as you lifted yourself on your elbows, coming while moaning into his mouth.

He helped you ride out your orgasm, taking in the face you made for him, the way your eyes looked up at him half lidded and your teeth caught your lips to stop the moans from coming out. He adored the way you looked, how warm you felt against him.

He quickly pulled his pants down along with his underwear, letting his cock free. He grabbed it, feeling it throbbing in his hand, the head moist from the precum that had leaked out.

He stroked himself a few times before moving the head against your entrance. His arms trembling when he started to push in. He closed his eyes as he bottomed out, groaning against your skin as the feeling of your warmth surrounding him. He started to move slowly, lifting you to pull almost completely out before dropping you down again. He kissed your neck, biting softly at it, trying to distract himself to last a little longer. He doubted he would after so long. You felt so warm and divine around him. His pace quickened, hearing you moan while he grunted, feeling his orgasm building up. He was close, he could feel his muscles tingling and his cock ready to burst in you.

Your hands found his face, holding his cheeks to bring him to you, kissing him as he started to come inside, having to break himself from your mouth to moan into the air. That was a sigh you never wanted to forget. He moved himself to rest against your chest, hiding his face in your neck and breathing you in while your hands played with his back. He hadn’t felt this calm, this content in such a long time. He loved the peace you brought him, and he promised himself that no matter what, he would never hurt you again, he would keep you safe, he would love you and cherish you for the rest of his days if you would have him.

[gendercraft]

Outast: Revisited [Chapter Eight: Waylon]

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Synopsis: I’m rewriting Outlast where the first game and Whistleblower are combined, Miles and Waylon are more connected, and also they kiss

Trigger warnings: Sexual assault plus everything already in the game; eye gore; the gore actually gets kinda intense here; let me know if i missed anything

The warm gas spilt over Waylon in the decontamination chamber. His heart raced, his muscles tensed; he was ready to run. The doors were barely open by the time he made it out. 

Manera cut him off as he flew through the labs. Waylon skidded to a stop just in time, the buzzsaw tickling his nose. The saw swung, and Waylon ducked, gasping. Stumbling backwards, he staggered to his feet, and caught the saw just as it came down on his chest. 

Fabric tore, sterile air brushed against his chest. Waylon yanked the saw as hard as he could, and it came free from Manera’s grip, only to hurdle over his head, down towards the decontamination chamber. 

Manera and Waylon stared. Waylon was tense, ready to fight. Manera’s gaze slipped past his, landing on the still buzzing saw. 

Throwing Waylon to the ground, Manera raced towards his weapon. Waylon hit the concrete with an ‘oof’ but immediately stumbled up and sprinted for the door. 

He made it back to the hall and didn’t stop until he reached the chamber with the victim. Heart sinking, he stepped inside. 

The man was dead. Keeping an ear out for the saw, Waylon knelt down and looked closer. It was a security guard. A little bit of weight lifted off Waylon’s shoulders. The security guards had been cause for death even before all this, he couldn’t imagine what this man might have done to patients in the chaos. 

He straightened up and took a second to close his eyes. His mind tried supplying him with thoughts of family, things this man might be leaving behind, but Waylon pushed it away. He wasn’t a man. He was a Murkoff employee. Waylon had better things to be worrying about. 

Like if Miles Upshur would be waiting for him in the prison.

He stepped through the chamber and it led him into the dense gray fog outside, a staircase encased in chainlink. Reloading his battery, he hurried down the stairs. When he arrived on the dirt, he brought his night vision up, only to wince at the brightness. Bringing it down, though, he couldn’t see two feet in front of him. There was no way to cut through the fog. He’d have to be blind. 

“No! NO!” 

A scream. Is it him, the cannibal? Could be pleasure or pain, Waylon wouldn’t guess. Did Manera even know? His voice sounded like… something I wanted while watching the Engine. Its only message was hunger, to crush and consume. 

Waylon whipped around. No one was there. 

“You were mine!” 

Peeking through his camera, he zoomed to the building, one of the upper windows. Manera stood in the frame, face twisted. 

I’m going to try and forget it, Lisa. If I get out of here, I’m going to come back to you. 

He found his way to an open chainlink door, the floor covered in bloody footprints. The trees surrounding him were dead, bare branches arching into the air and poking at his back. Footsteps sounded from every direction, sometimes far away, sometimes close by, and the occasional scream or curse carried in the howling wind. Part of Waylon was curious about what else was going down in the asylum; how many people were trying to escape? How many were succeeding? How many were just venting, killing out their frustrations? The other part of him knew he’d never recover if he found out. 

Two patients ran across his vision, almost entirely obscured by the fog. Waylon held his hands out and got ready to dash but neither of them saw or cared that he was there. He swallowed. There was never any telling who’d attack him in this place. 

A cobble path appeared in the dirt. Waylon followed it to a stone staircase leading to the left and the right. The right was locked, so he headed through the chainlink doorway on the left. It was a small alley between the prison watchtowers and a bricked-in basketball court the patients were supposedly allowed in every now and then. Emphasis on supposedly. 

“Three hundred sixty four…” 

A grunt, a smack. Waylon trailed around the brick until he found a grated door. He zoomed in on his camera, and his stomach lurched. A patient, shooting hoops, with a human head. 

The head looped around the rim and smacked to the ground. Blood dusted the concrete, and the patient strolled over to pick it up like nothing was amiss. 

He’s playing alone and losing. Waylon took a step back. That is what the game is. 

There is a mathematical proof, if you add 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 and so on up to infinity, you can arrive at an answer. If you stop shy of infinity, you have an indescribably large number. If you continue all the way to infinity, you arrive at—1/12. Negative 0.0833333 repeating. I’m losing my grip on things. 

Waylon was thinking about the drive to Mount Massive, 400 miles in a rented truck. The job that showed up just in time to cover their bills, their debts, the insurance. The boys sleeping in the back. Nothing but AM radio. Gospel, Country-Western, late night paranoiac talk radio. They sang Patsy Klein songs and laughed at conspiracies of aliens and ghosts. Mile marker numbers passing in headlights. 

I don’t want to die here. 

There was no way forward, so he backtracked. Out of the previously locked right side of the staircase, a patient came running out holding a pipe. Waylon leapt back but the patient ran right down the stairs and disappeared into the fog. Swallowing, Waylon pushed forward through his abandoned open door. 

The ground was wet. Waylon’s bare feet ached, stung, burned. He’d never felt grosser in his life, covered in sweat and blood and snot. 

He didn’t have time to think about that. Finding a hole in the fence, he dropped himself onto a metal walkway. It clanged as he rushed through. Dropping down to the concrete at ground level, he found a ladder that led him up to the courtyard. 

Mount Massive’s prison courtyard was split up into several very small sections by chainlink. Most of the doors would be locked—a maze. He passed by a few wooden picnic tables and reached a hole in the fence that allowed him into the main pathway. The metal poked and scraped at his sides as he slid through. 

Despite the fog, it was a bit more well-lit here. With all the puddles, it must’ve rained recently, and looked like it was about to again. 

He paused as voices purred from the shadows. 

“I would like to kill him.” 

“As would I.” 

Waylon’s hairs stood on end. Two men, naked, identical, passed by the locked chain door inches from Waylon’s face. They disappeared into the fog. 

They can’t find you. Keep going. 

He kept going. 

He arrived at another small area with a picnic table, surrounded in chain link and brick, only for the two men to enter through a side door. One took the right side, the other took the left. 

They stared. 

Waylon inched towards the door they came in from. 

A smirk curled on Leftie’s mouth. Waylon prepared himself to run, to leap, to dodge, anything, but the twins just stared, grinning, smirking, eyes twinkling. Their machetes glinted in the moonlight. Where the fuck did they get machetes? 

Waylon slipped through the door and slammed it closed behind him. He broke into a sprint, racing through the fenced in main path, stepping on broken glass and twigs and rocks. Slamming a chainlink door open, something flew in front of his face. He yelped and stopped. Glancing back, panting, he frowned. Did they follow him at all? They were nowhere in sight. 

He looked down, and his mouth went dry. Another head. What was with these fucking freaks playing basketball with heads? Could they really find nothing else? 

He zoomed in with his camera. The hoop was full of carnage, dripping body parts, red all over the ground below. A shuffle behind him—he whipped around. The twins were coming. They’d been following after all. 

Stumbling into the court, he dodged the blow from the player, who rasped out, “Shirts and skins or fuck off!” 

The player shoved Waylon towards the exit, a ladder leading up the side of the building. “Spoilsport!” 

“Yeah, my bad,” Waylon gasped. The gate creaked open. The twins stepped inside. Waylon ran for the ladder. It led him up to a watch tower, where he took a moment to lock himself inside. He pulled out one of the wooden chairs and dropped his face in his hands. 

I don’t want to die here. 

Something on the table caught his eye, the words ‘exposed to the Engine.’ Pulling the email closer, Waylon squinted at the paper. 

 From: j.billings@murkoffcorp.us.com

To: k.vigalando@murkoffcorp.us.com

Subject: re: “Patient” Samul 

 Kurt, we’ve got another one, and I’m not sure you’re gonna be able to check it off as “Psychopathic Proximity Disorder.” 

 Security guard all the way up in the Admin block is our latest non-patient employee to start seeing Wernicke’s fairy tales. He was never directly exposed to the Engine, never even made it below level 1 in the building. It would be an enormous breach of protocol and security if doctors were speaking of the Walrider within hearing of a contracted security guard. And seems vanishingly improbable that he would stumble into such an obscure mythological story on his own. 

 It’s too similar to the Dr. Samul case, or the others before him. It’s one thing for formally sane medical personnel to fall under the delusions of their patients. It’s another thing entirely for those beliefs to be… I don’t know. Airborne. We need to talk in person. 

 Billings. 

 Waylon stuffed the paper in his pocket. He had no idea what to make of it. Wernicke… Waylon had heard that name before. Checking through the other documents he’d collected, he found mention of Wernicke’s research. Wernicke was why the Walrider existed. Wernicke created the engine. 

Wernicke was the reason he was trapped here. 

He forced himself to leave the safety of the watchtower to head across the catwalk. A patient ran past him. 

“Shhh! Shut up! Shut up, all of you! We’re not alone down here. It’s just what they want us to think. You’re going to draw it. Shh!” 

We’re not alone down here. 

Waylon swallowed. 

He reached another watchtower and climbed a ladder, bringing him even higher. A patient stood at the railing, looking down, looking very much like he was contemplating. 

“Don’t trust them,” he said with a sigh. 

Waylon brought his camera up. 

“They’ll tell you it’s science but it’s not. They were… waiting for us. In this place. Billy understood. They’ve always been here.” 

He wiped his sweaty palms on his jumpsuit and headed for the nearest door. It let him into a larger building, and down the hall by the flickering light, a few patients ran past. Blood splattered the walls. Waylon passed by a barricaded door cracked open, the shadows on the wall beating another to death. Everywhere he went, patients were running, hiding, killing each other, barricading themselves in doors. 

Waylon finally found his way to the security room, where a dozen screens showed the entire prison block. 

And the radio. 

Waylon broke into a sprint. 

“Leadville 911, what’s your emergency?” 

“Mount Ma—” 

A hand closed over the radio. An elbow slammed into Waylon’s nose, his vision blurring as he choked and fell on his back. Jeremy Blaire smashed a police baton into the radio, once, twice, three times—Waylon had to run. He jumped to his feet and headed for the door, only for the baton to crash into his face and land him back on the floor, staring at the ceiling. 

“Fuck!” He gasped. 

Blaire climbed on top of him and pressed the baton to his neck. “Waylon Park!” He laughed dryly. “You couldn’t just…” A growl built in the back of his throat. “You couldn't just keep your mouth shut. You couldn’t just play along. But you’re done talking now.” 

Waylon’s throat burned. His vision was pulsing, his eyes throbbing. His head was going to explode. 

Something crashed. 

Blaire looked back. 

He climbed off of Waylon, who sucked in a huge, gasping breath, and waved the baton at him. “Do me a favour and die here, Park,” he snapped, then ran from the room. 

Waylon couldn’t get up for a good few minutes. He gasped for breath, holding his throat, his heart racing through his entire body. 

He ended up on all fours, dragging himself to the doorway. He was almost to his feet when a body flew through the once-closed door that led deeper into the asylum. Huffing grunts and snorts sounded down the hall. Waylon pressed himself against the back of a desk, eyes wide. He peeked around the side. 

Chris Walker.

[emptymanuscript]

“[Ex-science adviser Paul Alexander] absolutely put pressure on the CDC on different guidance documents, on [the Morbidity and Mortality Weekly Reports],” McGowan said. “He wanted to change MMWRs that were already posted, which is just outrageous.”

That’s some true 1984 BS right there. That’s quite literally what the main character’s job was, rewriting things to match the government’s current official stance. There was literally a Trump appointee trying to rewrite CDC reports about Covid-19 to make the data better match the Trump administration’s public statements.

While the same guy pushed for publicly undisclosed policies to encourage “young and healthy” people to get and spread the virus in order to try and trigger herd immunity.

And all I can think of is a few hours ago I was on a Zoom taking a moment to reminisce about my father who was the victim of his time’s equivalent of Corona.

3,145 Americans died the year my father did not die of the infection. But like Covid, it was a disease that left lasting damage. So my father got sick in 1952. He did not die. And thanks to people like the doctor he would become, not terribly long after he got it, a vaccination was found and these days most people in the world don’t get sick from it. But that was after 1952. So, from the summer of 1952 until he died in 2016, my father was in pain and if you looked closely you could tell he limped because all the muscles in his left leg were atrophied and the “make it move” nerves just didn’t really work much below his hip. But the “I feel what is happening” nerves worked fine.

I had a project for school in 4th grade where we were all supposed to try and simulate a disability. I don’t know if they ever told us exactly why. But my father helped me simulate his condition. Remember that he was a doctor so he not only lived it he knew exactly how it worked. So it was pretty easy, a very tight bandaging that didn’t really prevent the leg moving but made it so I really couldn’t initiate movement without fighting the hell out of the bandage. I couldn’t walk with it, just limp along if I imitated how he swung his leg from his hip. Which was exhausting. I got about five minutes. So I went to school on crutches. Which went about as well as you would expect a fourth grader to do on crutches. So I mostly limped.

About an hour into the school day, it got pretty uncomfortable. By the time we got in from lunch my leg HURT. It hurt so badly that I snuck working my leg against the constraint for relief. And it still hurt. I never wanted to take anything off so badly as that bandage when I got in the car to go home. I have broken both my arms and it wasn’t that bad. I didn’t feel worse pain until I got a hip injury so bad I had to have surgery to repair it. And I haven’t had a day out of pain since then. Funnily enough, the main injury is on my left hip. But at this point I think I have an ok idea of how he felt physically.

My father hurt on the level that I know from experience makes you wonder whether or not it’s actually worth going on living. I take a lot of pain killers. He drank a lot of alcohol. And so it goes.

But for 64 years he was in pain. For 64 years he was lucky to have lived. For 64 years there was nothing anyone could do about it so he just had to have a drink and get on with living. At 14 he was a super-jock. By 16 his sports days were over. Because he was lucky and lived which meant his whole life had to change.

So whenever someone talks about herd immunity and how young and healthy people don’t have to worry, that’s what I think about. I think about some kid who will survive because they are young and they are healthy. And they will spend the next 64 years in pain because someone thought it would be better because they got sick. Because the internal organ damage that Covid is causing didn’t matter to them.

And the next thing I think of is my father whipping around in his seat to give the car behind him the finger because the car honked because it wanted to go faster than was safe. And my father knew how to show his opinion about people who didn’t value safety.

I do hope that somehow the people who really deserve that “fuck you” will get it. It’s the season of miracles after all.

[harryignr068]

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just How To include Google Maps To Prototypes & Wireframes

Size & Elevation-- established the size and also height for your map to fit on the page design. Leave the width to "Automobile" for a responsive map aligning instantly to fit the width of the browser.

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When was the last Google Maps picture taken?

Launch the Google Earth app on your desktop, search for any location in the sidebar and, this is important, zoom in an area as much as possible. Now hover your mouse over the map and you should see the capture date of that satellite image in the status bar as seen in the above screenshot.

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removing A Google Map.

How do I update the picture of my house on Google Maps?

Add a photo 1. On your computer, open Google Maps and search for a place.

2. After you've selected a place, click Add a photo. You might have to scroll down to see this.

3. A box will appear. Drag the photo that you'd like to upload, or click Choose photos to upload.

Necessary or not, having a map on your site is a wonderful touch for your clients. And most importantly, putting a map on your web site is easy and will certainly take every one of 15 to 20 mins. Now, when customers get to your enrollment web page, they find a well-styled, interactive guide to finding your event once they're on site. If they're originating from a resort or an additional place, they have the versatility to examine instructions from their own coming from place without having to leave your registration page. Paste in the iframe and then search for the iframe features for width and also height.

You can extremely quickly area images on a map factors with Silk.co, too. What I did was to choose the picture, share, repair the size and replicate the html code. Many others I saw stopped at the point of realizing that the link just will not function unless you get it the means you revealed on Flickr where I had to view the photo at the size that I wanted to make use of. " Visitors can then quickly intend their day and also browse to the gallery by bring up their saved position on any kind of tool with Google Maps."

To get going, we have actually set up a basic landing web page in the block editor with the content that surrounds our map. We have left an empty block in the center of the page where the map will go. 8) Title your map by clicking on 'Untitled map' in package in the upper left edge in package where all your selections have actually been inhabiting listed below. I've got a custom-made map for my web site's language selection. This is overkill for a single venue, but you can look extra right into Google's API docs to locate specifics.

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Do you need wifi to use Google Maps?

Mapping Offline for Mobile Devices

Whether you're using an Android or iOS device, download Google Maps from the Google Play store or the Apple App Store. Then you can download maps of a new city or destination that you'll need later when the internet is not available.

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Zoom-- established the zoom limit by dragging the slider to the required level. That's everything about embedding Squarespace Google Maps, if something really did not benefit you try to do it detailed once again or contact us so we will certainly help you out for certain. Save the modifications and return to your internet site to see if your map displays in the footer. For us it functions completely, the only thing required is to customize the dimension of the map thanks to the width and also height worth. Obviously to make the map fitting the dimension of your internet site alter the width as well as elevation worths.

Can I see a live satellite view of my house?

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, go into the title to show for this area in the text area balloon. In the Pagebuilder WYSIWYG Editor window, position your cursor at the spot where the map will certainly lie. The map element can not be modified after it has actually been conserved. You require to have actually picked" Partner map with this article" in the Map Options window when creating a map for that map to be displayed making use of Map Query tag shortcode.

After that, change to the HTML sight for the material element. In the following view, choose the HTML block and click Next. With the iframe replicated to your clipboard, return to the touchdown page editor, find the block that we left open for the map, best click and select Include Material. After that, choose the share or embed option from the menu.

You can add a map area to your motif to reveal the location of your company.

Just above the Google Maps API script in your HTML data, add a link to your Javascript documents.

The 2nd means to utilize your site to enhance your Google Maps ranking is to target it for neighborhood search.

A lot of the cost-free motifs from Shopify consist of a map section that you can contribute to your home page.

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For the read the full info here objectives of this instance, we'll put our custom Google Map code in a separate Javascript data called map.js.

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Cover: The Kennedy family torn apart 

Page 2: Angry and isolated Caitlyn Jenner is on a downward emotional spiral that some friends believe have left her one step from the psycho ward -- she feels shunned by her own family and can’t find romance and is unhappy with with her looks -- Caitlyn is so tense and insecure and sensitive about everything so she’s diving into more and more prospective projects in a desperate effort to kickstart her flagging career and she’s flying off the handle all the time plus she’s tried to drown her sorrows in a new round of cosmetic improvements including a face-lift and lipo to trim her waist and thighs but she’s horrified she’s still not happy with her looks after all her surgeries 

Page 3: Lovestruck Halle Berry has leapt headfirst into a red-hot romance with Van Hunt but the singer is a skirt-chasing cheat -- Van and his ex-wife split in 2007 after she said he abandoned her and their only child to move to L.A. and she claimed the musician admitted adultery shortly before divorce documents were filed -- Halle would be disturbed to hear that Van walked out on his son because she’s a very family-oriented person and she could never imagine living on the other side of the country to her kids -- Van’s grown and matured since the divorce and is sure to have shared all about his situation with Halle and he’s said to be on good terms with his ex-wife but people say once a cheater always a cheater and that’s got to be at the back of Halle’s mind 

Page 4: Runaway Prince Harry is reeling after being publicly snubbed by his royal relatives and now he is having second thoughts about ditching his official duties for a glam life in Hollywood; he’s finally realizing just what he gave up when he left England with wife Meghan Markle and their son Archie and he’s wondering if it was worth it -- the simmering rift between Harry and the royals exploded after they refused his request to be part of Britain’s Remembrance Day ceremonies to honor fallen soldiers so Harry retaliated by staging a photo op at Los Angeles National Cemetery with Meghan with his military medals pinned on his navy suit; Harry was banned from wearing his military uniform when he quit royal duties and he also had to give up his military duties which devastated him -- photos from the cemetery released by the couple triggered an immediate backlash and they were accused of being shameless publicity-seekers trying to steal headlines and overshadow the royals doing their duty back home; it was a disaster and Harry was shocked -- he’s reaching out to the palace to make amends but calls to his brother Prince William and father Prince Charles have gone unanswered

* Katie Holmes and Emilio Vitolo Jr.’s hot new romance is in a pressure cooker as their families fight to claim the couple as their guests for the holidays -- things were going great for them but this tug-of-war may tear them apart because Emilio’s folks told him they want him home with them but Katie is desperate to spend Christmas with her relatives in Ohio and they really want to meet her new boyfriend and Katie is feeling guilty because she spends so much time with Emilio’s clan at his dad’s Manhattan eatery so she thinks it’s only fair that he does this for her but Emilio’s never missed a holiday gathering with his own family and there are a lot of them he hasn’t seen because of the pandemic 

Page 5: Celine Dion is finally ready to put the past behind her as the fifth anniversary of her beloved husband’s death approaches in January and she is planning to leave Las Vegas with their sons and she is pining to return to her native Quebec and give twins Nelson and Eddy and 19-year-old Rene-Charles a taste of her own childhood -- Celine had been careful to not upset her kids’ lives since the death of their dad from throat cancer but she now believes the boys would benefit from spending time in The Great White North -- she also thinks it might be more likely she’ll find lasting love in her home country 

Page 6: Defiantly plump Lizzo has ditched her diet and frightened friends are staging an intervention to get her to a fat farm to save her life -- Lizzo had committed to eating vegan after weighing in at 350 pounds but once on vacation it lasted like two days before she couldn’t take it any longer -- she has anxiety issues and uses food to comfort herself but the stress the weight is putting on her heart and other organs could have a detrimental effect on her health and cut her life short

Page 7: Mark Harmon and Pauley Perrette have agreed to meet for peace talks after a long-simmering feud triggered her angry departure from NCIS and Mark reached out to her to invite her back -- Mark feels bad about how Pauley left the show and knows she played a big role in its success and he’s anxious to set things right between them and bring back one of the show’s favorite all-time characters for fans -- Mark also feels he’s been painted unfairly in Pauley’s departure and would like to know he was not behind it but the two clashed for years with Pauley charging Mark’s bullying caused her to quit the show and Pauley even tweeted she is terrified of Harmon and him attacking her -- while Pauley is not saying yes or no to returning to the show she’s definitely willing to sit down and talk 

* The drama between sickly Phil Collins and his squatting ex-wife Orianne Cevey is really getting down and dirty with Orianne charging that Phil degenerated into a pill-popping addict who stopped showering and brushing his teeth and was impotent and she also claimed Phil became emotionally and verbally abusive and refused to provide emotional support or love or care for her -- Phil’s lawyers said Orianne’s charges are scandalous and scurrilous and unethical and for the most part patently false or grossly exaggerated

Page 8: Power-hungry host Savannah Guthrie is gunning to be the reigning queen of Today and is willing to walk over anyone to achieve her goal and her blind ambition is ripping the once-invincible morning show apart and she even used Al Roker’s prostate cancer diagnosis to push her own agenda and capitalize on Al’s absence for surgery to demand more airtime for herself -- every meeting starts with the focus on whatever Savannah wants and the staff is far from happy about it and morale has never been worse -- Savannah has constantly pushed the producers for Jenna Bush Hager and herself to take the lead on big news stories and keep Hoda Kotb stuck in the fluffy stuff and Hoda’s completely pissed off -- Savannah’s rising star has come with temper tantrums and diva-like demands -- fed-up Hoda recently met with friends of Gayle King and there is speculation the two women could make a powerful pairing and revitalize third-place CBS This Morning 

Page 9: Regis Philbin’s death certificate reveals paramedics waged a desperate 40-minute battle to try to save his life -- he suffered a heart attack just after 3 a.m. on July 24 at his home in Connecticut and he was rushed to the emergency room where medics fought to save his life but he eventually succumbed at 4:18 a.m. 

Page 10: Hot Shots -- Queen Latifah on the NYC set of The Equalizer, socially distant host Ellen DeGeneres went the extra mile to greet guest Jimmy Kimmel on her talk show, Steve Schirripa and Bridget Moynahan shot Blue Bloods in NYC, Kristen Taekman prettied up her pout in L.A., Tracy Morgan attended the ribbon-cutting ceremony for a new community center at Brooklyn’s Marcy Houses 

Page 11: Smitten ‘70s TV stars Patrick Duffy and Linda Purl may owe their late-in-life romance to Zoom but according to the actress the couple didn’t rush their relationship -- the two have been friends for decades but a COVID-19 group video chat helped spark love during lockdown -- after one of their lengthy one-on-one conversations Patrick jumped into his car and drove 20 hours from L.A. to her Colorado home like a lovestruck teenager 

* Beloved Jeopardy! host Alex Trebek left behind a final touching message for his fans and it will be extremely moving -- Alex’s final message will follow his last episode of Jeopardy! set to air on Christmas Day

Page 12: Straight Shuter -- Joel Michaely at the opening of The Comeback Trail (picture)

* Kelly Clarkson’s divorce meant she booted ex Brandon Blackstock out of her professional life but he’ll still be in her work life thanks to Blake Shelton -- Brandon might not be Kelly’s manager anymore but he still manages Blake which might get awkward when Kelly runs into him backstage at The Voice

* Keeping Up with the Kardashians is notching all-time low ratings and the family is blaming Kim Kardashian saying she’s lost her sense of humor and she’s too busy trying to be taken seriously

* Nitpicky Ryan Seacrest has ditched celebrity designer Nate Berkus’ husband Jeremiah Brent as his decorator because they had a nasty falling out over the renovation of Ryan’s townhouse in New York City 

Page 13: Steve Harvey’s daughter Lori Harvey escaped jail time after cops claimed she fled the scene of a Beverly Hills car crash in 2019 -- she was charged with two misdemeanors for hit-and-run and delaying a police investigation after she walked away from a smashup that damaged her Mercedes G-wagon and nearly destroyed another vehicle but she cut a deal with prosecutors and pleaded no contest to resisting arrest and will serve two years probation -- she reportedly had been texting at the time of the accident 

* Reba McEntire confirmed she turned down a regular role on The Voice which left the life-changing gig open for Blake Shelton -- Reba said she didn’t think she could ever tell somebody that they’re terrible 

* Cancer warrior Olivia Newton-John revealed she kicked a dependence on morphine with medical marijuana -- to cope with her pain during her third bout with breast cancer that had spread in 2017 doctors put her on mega doses of the highly addictive drug and she weaned herself off the morphine with the cannabis which she thinks is incredible and says people should know that because you’re not going to die from cannabis and you can use it to wean off morphine and she’s continued on a regime with cannabis ever since 

Page 14: Crime 

Page 15: Los Angeles’ newly elected District Attorney George Gascon has vowed to reopen the probe into actress Natalie Wood’s mysterious drowning and her husband Robert Wagner could finally be dragged before a grand jury -- Gascon said he’ll work with investigators from the L.A. Sheriff’s Department homicide squad to reexamine the case after the previous D.A. refused to present evidence to a grand jury -- Natalie drowned in 1981 while enjoying a holiday with Robert and actor Christopher Walken off Catalina Island 

Page 16: The Talk has been thrown into chaos by cast shake-ups and co-host Sharon Osbourne’s power grab and may be on the verge of being silenced forever -- staffers are expecting the worst after popular co-host Eve announced she was splitting after four seasons becoming the latest in a long line of damaging departures and while Eve blamed her exit on COVID-19 travel restrictions from England much of the blame goes to self-promotional Sharon’s relentless efforts to take over the show after former moderator Julie Chen’s departure last year -- Sharon has made it clear she’s in charge now and the other ladies are not thrilled with being reduced to supporting cast and fans have started calling for Sharon’s head 

Page 17: John Lennon’s widow Yoko Ono has sparked fears she’s nearing the end after handing her business dealings off to their son Sean Lennon -- the wheelchair-bound Yoko had been managing the late Beatle’s vast $800 million holdings since his 1980 shooting death but it’s now beyond her abilities

Page 18: American Life 

Page 19: Johnny Depp is writing and planning to star in a tell-all movie about his divorce war with loathed ex-wife Amber Heard -- after a U.K. court ruled he was physically abusive toward Amber during their marriage Johnny wants to tell the world his version of the marriage and he will set people straight about what happened and clear his name to millions to fans and he believes this is a slam dunk once he gets it in front of the right producer especially as he’s more than willing to play himself 

* The family of vicious Boston mobster James “Whitey” Bulger has filed a lawsuit against the federal government accusing prison officials of orchestrating the 2018 hit on the Mob boss -- the action accuses the Federal Bureau of Prisons of intentional or deliberately indifferent deeds that led to the murder of the wheelchair-bound mobster just hours after he was inexplicably transferred to the Hazelton penitentiary in West Virginia where he was beaten to death by prisoners to keep him from singing about corruption inside the FBI and the Department of Justice -- Whitey was bludgeoned with a padlock stuffed inside a sock and his murderers had enough time to cut out his tongue and eyes to make it seem like a classic Mafia hit 

Page 20: Angelina Jolie lives in constant fear one of her six children will be kidnapped and held for ransom according to her former bodyguard -- Angie and her ex Brad Pitt are worth hundreds of millions which Angie feared provided plenty of incentive for criminals to target her offspring

* Hollywood Hookups -- Sofia Richie and Matthew Morton dating, Sabrina Parr and Lamar Odom split, Daniela Rajic and Paul George engaged

Page 21: Justin Bieber’s pastor Carl Lentz lost his job over a steamy affair with an exotic beauty -- Lentz was fired from the megachurch Hillsong and his mistress claimed the two were in love 

* Wildlife lover Bindi Irwin has announced 20 weeks into pregnancy her baby is the size of a tiny emu -- she delivered the news flash beneath a photo with her husband Chandler Powell appropriately taken at the Australia Zoo

* Hugh Grant made a bizarre confession admitting his bout with COVID-19 left him wanting to sniff strangers’ armpits -- Hugh revealed he tested positive for coronavirus antibodies and believes he contracted the bug in February and the illness caused a feeling of an enormous man sitting on his chest but Hugh also claimed he was rattled by losing his sense of smell which is a known symptom of the disease and purposely sought out putrid odors to test his useless nose 

Page 22: Jailed Ghislaine Maxwell’s latest devastating court defeat has heightened fears that the woman accused of being billionaire sex fiend Jeffrey Epstein’s madam will die behind bars just as he did -- since July Maxwell has been locked up in solitary confinement at Brooklyn’s Metropolitan Detention Center where her jailers subject her to daily strip and cell searches and is monitored 24 hours a day she doesn’t suffer the same fate as Epstein whose death was officially ruled a suicide -- now the U.S. Court of Appeals has denied her bid to publicly name the women who have come forward in the media and civil actions as Epstein’s alleged victims and implicated the British socialite in his twisted sex ring so the damning decision upheld an earlier ruling and shattered her defense team’s bid to investigate and refute the claims of the unnamed accusers

Page 23: Tom Cruise’s plan to shoot the first movie in space may be in jeopardy after Russia vowed to beat him to it -- Tom has teamed with tech billionaire Elon Musk’s SpaceX program to film the unnamed project on the International Space Station in October 2021 -- but a rival Russian agency plans to already be in outer space by then and the Russian film is titled Challenge and its team has sent out a casting call for a female lead -- Tom sees this as a gauntlet being thrown down and he always rises to the challenge and he’s told SpaceX they have to get up there before next October

Page 28: Cover Story -- Kennedy curse rips clan apart -- the family takes sides as Michael Skakel skates and William Kennedy Smith stalls $50 million will 

Page 32: Ric Ocasek’s oldest son has blasted him as a deadbeat dad who was never there -- Chris Otcasek who uses the original spelling of the family name wrote on Instagram that his father in essence died the day he was born and he was never present and he was never there -- Ric left his mom who was his second wife Suzanne while she was pregnant with their second child 

* Lisa Marie Presley has had a medical emergency so severe it brought her bitter custody trial with fourth ex-husband Michael Lockwood to a halt 

Page 36: Health, Ask the Vet 

Page 38: Pope John Paul II was aware that disgraced and defrocked Cardinal Theodore McCarrick was a pedophile but elevated him anyway to the powerful post of Archbishop of Washington D.C. in 2001 -- McCarrick had showered over $600,000 in donations on powerful clerics including Pope John Paul II and Pope Benedict while facing allegations of abuse -- Pope Francis finally defrocked McCarrick in 2019 

Page 42: Red Carpet -- Mandy Moore 

Page 45: Spot the Differences -- Emma Corrin as Princess Diana in The Crown 

Page 47: Odd List 

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@taylorswift appreciation post:

About a year ago, I was at the 2019 Billboard Music Awards in Las Vegas. I was there on coincidence with what was my job for a mobile gaming convention. I was done with my meetings and was walking past the venue location. My two absolute favorite artists are Taylor and Brendon Urie from P!ATD. So naturally I decided to purchase a ticket to see the first live performance of ME! I got to the show and it was one of my favorite moments ever. To see Taylor and Brendon open was magical and definitely was something to see coming into the Lover era. After halfway through the show, my boss demanded I show face at an after party. Networking was a big part of my job role. To give more context... I had started my job in February 2019 and at that time, I had noticed very misogynistic behavior, comments and remarks from my direct boss. Things like "we hired you to pimp you out." In my boss' mind, he hired me for being a woman. To "attract stupid men in the gaming world" to make them spend money. From the very first month I started to hear these remarks, I began looking for a new job. Sadly, gaming is a hard industry to job hop in, especially when you're desperate for a new company to just treat you like a human being. Fast forward back to the night of the Billboard awards and now to the after party. I walked to the after party only to find my boss schmoozing to some people from a partner company. One of them was a man... very tall and large in stature doing "as many tequila shots as he can to max out the company bar tab." I like a few drinks but while on the clock, I'm mindful of my alcohol. With this said, the after the party was done, my boss volun-told me to help him, that man and a woman clean up the party. After we did, we were going to "walk from the MGM to the Wynn for a Diplo concert". Literally one end of the Vegas strip to another. That was the idea, the execution on the other hand was something else...

After the party, all four of us started to walk outside. This man started to cling to myself and the woman from earlier, who turned out to be his boss. He was stringing along like an incredibly heavy sack of potatoes. He was sloppy drunk. Tripping over us and holding onto our shoulders and waists. After seeing the struggle, my now inebriated boss hailed a cab. The woman went to the front seat. Meanwhile, my not so tall boss went all the way to the left of the back and that man went to the middle seat. This giant person went to the middle and it made no sense to me. I literally out loud said "Why is the biggest person sitting in the middle?!" No one acknowledged my comment. So I reluctantly sat next to the man.

**Note: the next part of this may be triggering for some. This happened to me personally and I know how it can effect some people, even just reading it. With that said, the cab took off, the man put his arm around the back of my seat, and around my shoulder. The drive was only supposed to last maybe 7 minutes... to me, it was an eternity. The man started to bring his hand down and gr*pe my right breast. I almost couldn't believe it. I thought I was in a nightmare and I couldn't wake up. This man kept going as I pushed his hand away. I kept clutching my purse to my chest as he tried to reach his hand up my blouse. My elbow digging into my lap, trying to create a barrier between him and I. I wanted to scream but nothing came out. We finally pulled up to the hotel, I ran out of the cab. Waited for my boss to come out and walked in. As we walked, the man was now 20 feet behind us. He knew what he had done. The same man who was so clingy and touchy before was now making distance because he KNEW. I looked at my boss and lowly said "He gr*ped me in the taxi." He looked up at me and said "Well that's not good." And kept walking... I thought he was too drunk to realize what I had said so I sent it on WhatsApp, knowing it couldn't be deleted. He read the text and did nothing. I looked at the woman with us and demanded she come to the bathroom with me. I ran in and like word vomit, yelled what the man had done. The first thing out of her mouth was "I knew he'd do something like this."

She knew. And I was infuriated. How could amyone let such an awful excuse of a person come to a convention, network and drink?! When we came out of the bathroom, I saw the man and ran. Sobbing, I ran to the next restroom. The woman and my boss said they'd escort me back to my hotel. I ran to my room feeling so dirty. Shower after shower and I couldn't stop crying. I thought why didn't I say something to the cab driver, why? But I was just trying to keep my shitty job at that point. I was trying not to cause a scene that would affect my company...

The morning after, I tried to get home but literally EVERY single flight was booked until 2am. My boss reluctantly gave me the "day off". But I was stuck in Vegas. Feeling empty, violated, ruined. I knew with the incident fresh in my mind, I called a lawyer from back home in Texas. I explained the incident and how horrible my boss was. From there, we filed with the EEOC and started a discrimination case. For my company and my boss dehumanizing me, treating less than my worth and attempting to use me as a woman. Following immediately after the incident and the lawsuit beginning, I became a phantom. A ghost. I was invisible. No longer did anyone talk to me, look at me, invite me to lunch. I was moved to an office by myself. I'd email my boss for help on clients to never receive a response. I was just there. Physically. Mentally, I was miserable. I had developed anxiety and couldn't eat... this went on for months.

In March 2020, COVID19 hit and we were ordered to work from home. This was music to my ears. I was still a ghost... but at least my dog made for a better coworker.

Today, Friday, May 15th, 2020, my boss sent a Zoom meeting invite for me to discuss a client. It was out of the ordinary but I was hopeful. That hope didn't last long. As I logged in, I saw the 2 HR representatives of the company. I knew my fate after seeing their names on my computer screen. They said due to COVID, they were reorganizing the company. Meanwhile, they said i was terminated due to "performance". Immediately after I filed my lawsuit, they bombarded me with emails asking if I could do my job because of my "disability". They were talking about the new found anxiety that I developed thanks to them. The thing was, I was never trained, coached, developed. Nothing for my job role. They expected me as a "woman" to bring on male clients. They really did try to pimp me out. When that didn't work... Well, as you could guess, at 11am this morning, I was fired. Terminated. I was sent a termination contract that in short, they'd "generously give me a severance pay of $2k." But also in that letter? A surprise clause of if I signed and was paid, even if I still took them to court with my lawsuit, no matter the verdict, they'd owe me nothing. Right now? My lawyer is helping me figure that out but you can bet I won't sign that document for $2k.

Why am I typing this all now? It's more cathartic at this point but more importantly... that night that was so awful for me. After enduring being treated like this for so long... I'm done with that chapter. After that night, ANYTIME I'd listen to ME, I'd either cry or remember that terrible night. I was so angry from what had happened. I was devastated that Taylor and Brendon were the highlight of my night and to now later remember that horrible event. This morning after me getting fired? I hung up and cried.

Afterward, I turned on Taylor's album Lover, and laughed as I Forgot You Existed started playing. Eventually, YouTube had made it's way to ME!... and today was the first time I listened and sang along... happily. No tears, no flash backs to something horrendous. Just joy. Because for now? I'm free. Free of that company, free of my assh*le of a boss, free of people putting the blame on me. The lawsuit is still on going but I remember Taylor going through hers not too long ago. After all of that, if she can do it, so can I.

Pray I'll win my lawsuit. I've won half the battle so far with my new found freedom.

I've had ME! on repeat all day. No longer is that song a tragic memory but now a freedom anthem. 💖

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From Hitchcock to Star Wars: What Makes a Great MacGuffin

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In the fall of 1939, director Alfred Hitchcock stood before Columbia University to tell a story we can only hope he invented. With a ruthless, dry delivery, Hitch spoke of two Scotsmen on a train. One of these fellows carried with him a mysterious package he says is a “MacGuffin.” When the other man asks what exactly is a MacGuffin, the carrier responds, “It’s an apparatus for trapping lions in the Scottish Highlands.” What an odd response, the other guy thinks. After all, there is no such thing as highland lions! When he points this out though, the MacGuffin’s owner says, “Well then, that’s no MacGuffin!”

It’s an amusing anecdote which is as circuitous as it appears pointless. But that very pointlessness was always the appeal for Hitch, who four years earlier popularized the storytelling term of a “MacGuffin” with his film The 39 Steps. In that movie, a man is mistaken for a spy and is constantly hounded for information about “the 39 Steps,” a mysterious object or piece of information worth killing over. Yet when the movie ends, the viewer is really no closer to learning what those 39 steps are. Or as Hitchcock told Columbia students in ‘39, “You see, that a MacGuffin is actually nothing at all!”

Even so, the storytelling tool has dominated our pop culture, from cinema to literature, for nearly a century since Hitchcock left the stage.

“The best MacGuffin is the one that 30 minutes after the movie is over, you have no idea what it was,” says Eddie Muller, the host of Turner Classic Movies’ Noir Alley. “To me, that represents the essence of the MacGuffin. It’s like you remember everything that happens in the story, but you have no idea what it was that they were after. ‘Like, what was that again? I can’t remember!’”

For Muller and fellow TCM host Ben Mankiewicz, what matters is the great chase through the train; not what the Scotsman is hiding in the box on it. Even so, distinguishing what actually constitutes a MacGuffin is something TCM hosts are thinking a lot about these days thanks to their network’s new Friday night series about some of the greatest MacGuffins in movie history. Last Friday, TCM aired Hitchcock’s groundbreaking The 39 Steps, as well as Psycho (1960) and North by Northwest (1959). This week, the series continues with The Maltese Falcon (1941), Casablanca (1942), and Citizen Kane (1941).

“I never really thought about [MacGuffins] ever, I must say, until getting to TCM and until we started talking about scripts,” Mankiewicz says to Muller and myself over a joint Zoom interview. Yet it’s also why he appreciates having Muller as a co-host (and occasional sparring partner), with the latter being intimately familiar with the narrative tools of the trade. For in addition to setting up shop in Noir Alley, Muller’s also a novelist, having authored The Distance (2002) and Shadow Boxer (2003).

“I write fiction, and we have these things that we always use,” Muller says. “The characters have to have a goal and there have to be obstacles; there has to be conflict. And when you write mystery fiction, there’s even more rules involved. Then there’s the red herring and there’s the whodunit. The MacGuffin is, by and large to me, part of that style of fiction.”

The emphasis on characters fighting over an object or prize of incredible importance to themselves, if not necessarily to the audience, is what facilitates some of the greatest thrillers and adventures in cinema. Hitchcock famously put uranium in wine bottles in Notorious (1946), but all anyone remembers about the ending of that movie is Cary Grant saving his fellow spy, Ingrid Bergman, from the Nazi house where the wine bottles are stored. Indeed, Mankiewicz muses that audiences may have gotten that MacGuffin confused with other Hitchcock spy thrillers.

“Is it uranium in wine bottles in Notorious and a microfilm with state secrets in North by Northwest or is it the other way around?” Mankiewicz ponders. “Really, it could be either in both.” Mankiewicz even argues one of the most famous MacGuffins in movie history is still essentially meaningless. John Huston’s The Maltese Falcon is credited by some as the kickoff of the Hollywood film noir movement, and in that picture everyone is lying and dying for the eponymous bird, an allegedly jewel-encrusted statuette of antiquity. But by the time the movie ends, the Maltese Falcon that’s accrued a high body count is discovered to be made of lead.

“Every time I see the movie, I’m struck by the end,” Mankiewicz says. “There’s no Maltese Falcon anywhere. No one’s stolen it from anybody … I’m like these poor sons of bitches, they got to roam the Earth, looking for this thing. Someone could have thrown it away or it never existed.”

Similarly, Michael Curtiz’s Casablanca pivots its entire World War II melodrama on something called “letters of transit,” documents so unassailable that even Nazis will respect their authority and let French freedom fighters travel with them unmolested.

“No such thing exists!” Muller laughs. “That’s why that’s such a good MacGuffin, because it’s all BS.”

Mankiewicz agrees, “Somebody [in the movie] says, ‘The letters of transit cannot be rescinded.’ And I’m like the Nazis were taking over the world, and they’re going to be like, ‘Oh man, you got the letters of transit?! We gotta let them on the plane. Dammit!’” Yet the bit of screenwriting balderdash allowed one of the greatest romantic dramas in movie history to play out in front of an impatient plane propeller.

All that said, both men are apprehensive about the term MacGuffin getting thrown around too liberally.

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“I hadn’t really thought about the MacGuffins until TCM came up with this idea,” Muller says. “I hadn’t thought about it in years and years, and now I curse this series because I am watching every movie and thinking somebody’s going to call this a MacGuffin.” Both are even circumspect about several of the movies in the series that TCM has deemed prime examples of MacGuffins.

For example, Citizen Kane has one of the greatest mysteries in the movies, with the search for the meaning of “Rosebud,” the final word uttered by Orson Welles’ Charles Foster Kane in the movie’s opening moments. Yet Ben Mankiewicz, whose own grandfather Herman J. Mankiewicz wrote the vast majority of Citizen Kane, including “Rosebud,” is hesitant to include that as a classic example.

“When you Google ‘MacGuffins,’ you see ‘Rosebud’ is there from Citizen Kane,” Ben Mankiewicz says, “but neither Eddie nor I think of that as a true MacGuffin. I guess in some sense it is, but it is also the [thing] the audience cares about, and it tells you everything you need to know about the lead character in the final frame of the picture…. If you’re calling the MacGuffin the thing that motivates the lead character in every movie, well, I mean, there’s a MacGuffin in every movie then.”

Muller also has skepticism toward the inclusion of Hitchcock’s own Psycho. While that movie opens with heavy emphasis on a bundle of $40,000—only for it to wind up at the bottom of a swamp after impulsive thief Marion Crane (Janet Leigh) is murdered in the shower—for Muller that does not make it a true MacGuffin.

“I consider that a red herring,” Muller says. “It is splitting things in a fine way here, but it is something that triggers the action, and then about 40 minutes in, who cares about the money? But it’s really interesting the way Hitchcock understands certain people in the audience are going to always ask that question. ‘But what about the money?’ Because it’s $40,000, so there are those shots where it’s like the envelope with the cash in it, and in the newspaper. Hitchcock is like, ‘Yeah, let’s hold on that for a second, because somebody is going to care about it.’”

That nagging care is the problem for Mankiewicz, who also prefers the MacGuffin to be almost an abstraction.

“Money is tangible,” Mankiewicz says, “it’s something we know. Everybody knows what $40,000 is and what it means, and it’s a crime she’s committed, and she’s either going to go to prison or she’s going to have a life on the run.”

But that distinction of how important a MacGuffin needs to be to the audience is something filmmakers and storytellers have interrogated with each generation. In the complete inverse of Hitchcock, George Lucas famously argued that the MacGuffin is something audiences should care about almost as much as the heroes and villains. Hence why the first Indiana Jones movie is named after its MacGuffin with the title Raiders of the Lost Ark. Mankiewicz acknowledges this evolution.

“Part of the fun of this is that there’s no science to it,” Mankiewicz says. “So to me, the plans for the Death Star, they’re the MacGuffin in Star Wars until the point where an entire planet and millions of people or living beings are incinerated. Then it stops being a MacGuffin; it becomes a massive weapon of war! It tells you, ‘Holly shit, they weren’t kidding around!’”

That dueling impulse continues in modern cinema—it flourishes, even, with the ascension of superhero movies. But then that also has literary roots.

“I remember paying my 12 cents to buy Marvel Comics back in the day,” Muller says, “and they were filled with MacGuffins… In comic books, the MacGuffin’s always whatever the villain needs to possess in order to fulfill his plans for world domination. And I guess it’s the same way in Hitchcock, right? Isn’t that what James Mason was doing in North by Northwest? I need this to fulfill my goal of world domination?”

It’s quite the line between Mason’s microfilm and Thanos’ magic stones in Avengers: Infinity War. Nevertheless, it’s a straight one. Mankiewicz similarly notes that the Marvel movies of today can have great writers who know the craft, especially when the better Marvel movies lean into their humor.

Says Mankiewicz, “Iron Man, to me, remains one of the great movies of the first part of the century and I loved it to death. I stopped feeling that way later.” After a laugh he adds, “The fact is I don’t know that the MacGuffin has changed, we just talk about it differently.”

At the end of the day, it remains a writer’s tool to set action in motion. If a story is told well enough, audiences should care that their characters care—or at least the audience will care about how good the characters look while chasing it.

“I don’t think the MacGuffin is ever the exclamation point at the end of the movie,” Muller says. “In Citizen Kane, the revelation of Rosebud is an exclamation point, and nobody’s going to forget it when they leave the theater. At the end of North by Northwest, you’re talking about Cary Grant hanging off Mount Rushmore, you’re talking about the incredibly sexy scenes on the train. You’re not talking about what it was everybody was after, because you’ve forgotten it five minutes after you’ve seen the movie.”

Adds Mankiewicz, “To me, the MacGuffin is the dash. It leads to a big thing.” You just shouldn’t spend too much time pausing for emphasis on it.

TCM’s MacGuffin series concludes on Friday, March 12, beginning with The Maltese Falcon at 8 pm.

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I applied for, interviewed for (two rounds on most; phone and Zoom), and got three different job offers all from my work computer inside my old office. I found out about my current job during a lunch break at my old job, was invited to apply, did so that night, my current boss called me wanting to talk with me about my application, then did a two-hour interview (complete with hour presentation) for my current job in my old office immediately after our mandatory Hell Week training. To put it into perspective, three new hires quit within that week.

I had almost no turnaround time to build the presentation, but long story short between that and everything else that was going on with my abusive, psychotic [now-former] boss, I ended up breaking down in front of some nurses during a health screening and hid in there with them for another hour. I was supposed to be in that mandatory training and the nurses let me stay with them. 

I got the offer, and I took it. I had already been going through other interviews while on the clock and had several offers on the table, but I knew this was the right job for me. 

My former boss didn’t really notice any change with me since she and I had absolutely despised each other for three years prior, so she was used to my unempathetic directness towards her and only her and I was used to her trying to undermine me at every turn. I made sure all of my information and pay was transferred and locked down prior to notifying her.

The look on her face when she tried to make it to where they wouldn’t pay me my holiday leave the last two weeks and I’d already set my pay in stone with legal/blocked her from doing so was priceless. 

I will say though my bluntness got more edge once everything was. I had already known from the frequent turnover what the entire process looked like, so I had everything done within the same week I got my best offer.

My email to her looked something like, 

“Name,

I’ve accepted a new position and will be starting [date]. Please see your requirements through immediately.” Supervisors had their own paperwork they had to do. There was a lot of back and forth with my one-sentence answers and her trying to twist things and playing dumb. I finally told her to give me a yes or no answer as to whether her end was done, and asked if I needed to simplify things further for her.

I gave her no further information. I turned in a twenty-page document on her to her supervisors at the end of my office exit interview and advised against them sweeping it under the rug. I let them do with that what they wanted to, but long story short, both HR and legal already had a copy.

Then, there was the payroll thing. Psycho called me in and started on her BS, so I dropped the reports from all the work I’d already completed that she’d been excited to assign me on my way out in front of her like she always used to drop work on me. She then ran back to our admin (a good friend of mine who’d worked for the university 30+ years) to try to lie about my pay, who told her, and I quote, “You can’t always stomp around acting like a bitch to get your way. I don’t know who told you otherwise.”

She locked herself in her office the rest of the day.

I do know there has been a lot addressed with her and that department’s blowing money to try to train the bitch out of her right and left, but it’s a complete waste of time, funds, and the nonstop turnover of good staff members. 

Still, it’s telling that despite it all they won’t fire her and keep trying to slap band-aids on everything in hopes she changes. She won’t.

The funny twist of it all is that just by existing and doing well I still manage to trigger her. She just happened to be in one of my guest lectures on creating healthy work environments--and got to hear the audience react to the examples of a “supervisor in a previous position.” She didn’t even look me in the eye when I smiled right at her and nodded when they gasped and shook their heads in disbelief.

Oh well. Karma’s a bitch.

The thing is, there’s a big difference in earning people’s respect and being well-networked and trying to control by fear of how you’ll react. She lost her control over everyone and had already burned all the bridges.

Maybe that’s the closest thing to justice in it all: she was just the speedbump everyone needed to hit to develop their bite ten-fold and move on to better careers while she rots in her office texting.

While I have a quieter demeanor, I’m no doormat. I’m far from it. I don’t like petty, immature, insecure, and mean people. I don’t like people who don’t listen to others or hold themselves accountable. I have an issue with people who are all of these things and see themselves as holier than thou and brag about themselves in a grandiose fashion every chance they get. I don’t appreciate “feminists” who see every other woman as a threat and try to hold her back while keeping a revolving door policy towards men and being fake-sweet to them (until she panics because he gets along with other women and decides to talk to them in his spare time). I have a strict zero tolerance policy on people who do nothing taking credit for the work of others.

Needless to say, there were a number of times while I sat and stared at her while she cried and freaked out (this woman was thirty, by the way--older than me). I would calmly state that the longer she proceeded to behave like this, the longer the conversation would take and the less time I’d have to dedicate to the task list she kept feeling compelled to add to.

Managing up is something you occasionally have to do in a job regardless of your pay. Babysitting, however, was not in my job description.

I leave in 2 days and no longer care so I've been applying to job from my work computer

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The Dark Pictures Anthology: Little Hope provides me somewhat hope for the way forward for Supermassive Games’ horror collection. Some sensible gameplay tweaks make sure that Little Hope nonetheless highlights Supermassive’s important function within the trendy journey house, but it surely additionally highlights why the studio’s future video games have to be higher than this for these sensible adjustments to actually shine.

Little Hope, like its instant predecessor Man of Medan, is a mashup of horror tropes and subgenres. It borrows iconography from The Blair Witch Project. It borrows its Puritan-era paranoia from The Witch (and Arthur Miller’s non-horror play The Crucible). And its conceit, which finds a gaggle of faculty college students and their professor stranded within the woods after their bus crashes, hangs on a premise that will probably be acquainted for followers of Stephen King’s The Mist or John Carpenter’s The Fog. As the sport progressed, I grew to become more and more skeptical that these threads would come collectively in a satisfying approach. In the top, they do not, however I nonetheless had fun on the journey to that disappointing conclusion.

Little Hope begins with a flashback to the Nineteen Seventies and a quick introduction to a troubled household of six. Dad is a heavy drinker. The older sister feels remoted and depressed. And, in a touch on the religious warfare that may dominate a lot of Little Hope’s second half, the youthful sister has been held again repeatedly after church to talk with the reverend. These glowing embers of drama quickly blaze up right into a literal raging hearth when the youthful sister leaves her doll on the stovetop. In the following blaze, each member of the household meets their grisly demise, save Will Poulter’s Anthony, who helplessly watches on.

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Our focus quickly shifts to a different group–a professor, John, and 4 college students, Andrew, Angela, Taylor, and Daniel–who try to regain their bearings after a bus crash leaves them stranded within the woods. The bus driver liable for the crash is lacking, and the field-tripping group finds themselves surrounded by a mysterious fog that sends anybody who ventures into it again within the course they got here. Each member of this group is a useless ringer for a member of the household from the sport’s opening. And, because the group ventures into the deserted city of Little Hope, they start to have visions of earlier doppelgangers, former inhabitants of the city caught up within the deadly paranoia of Seventeenth-century witch trials.

Despite the sprawling solid, you solely management the present-day variations of the characters. As you do, you make dialogue selections by pointing the needle of a compass at considered one of two spoken choices or the ever-present possibility to only be silent. Your decisions have an effect on the dynamics of character relationships and in addition trigger adjustments to their character traits.

As this story unfolds, it turns into more and more clear that Little Hope’s time-hopping ambitions impede its capacity to do a lot profitable character work within the right here and now. I’ve solely obscure concepts of who John, Angela, Taylor, Daniel, and Andrew are. In earlier video games, Supermassive has introduced characters as well-acted archetypes, then allowed gamers to additional outline their personalities inside these boundaries–playing to or towards sort. Here, the kinds are so ill-defined that it turns into tough to even have an opinion on what every character would or would not do. In a bonus unlockable interview with Will Poulter, the actor described his character as socially awkward. “I guess he was socially awkward,” I believed. But, as I believed again via the sport, I spotted that impression got here from a line the place his character, in impact, informed one other character that he was socially awkward. There is not practically sufficient within the moment-to-moment character interactions to floor these particulars. As a consequence, Little Hope’s central solid do not feel like three-dimensional characters. Some of them aren’t even profitable archetypes.

As you discover, you management your character’s motion and flashlight beam because the digital camera frames them in old-school Resident Evil-style angles. This is considered one of my favourite quirks of Supermassive design; it is one of many few studios in trendy mainstream video games carrying the torch for fastened digital camera horror. But the truth that a lot of Little Hope takes place on a lonely street signifies that Supermassive would not have as a lot room to mess around with viewpoint. Most of the time, Little Hope employs what quantities to a barely zoomed out third-person perspective, which looks like a missed alternative given Supermassive’s expertise for shot composition.

There are some optimistic adjustments, although. Little Hope appears much more technically sound than Man of Medan, and the story handles Supermassive’s trademark branching paths extra easily than ever because of this. While Man of Medan noticeably hitched at occasions because it tried to convey every little thing collectively and, presumably, cycle between totally different variations of cutscenes relying on which members of your get together had been nonetheless alive, Little Hope feels prefer it’s telling one seamless story. Little Hope genuinely nails the sensation that every little thing that’s occurring is authored. For instance, in a single scene that might play out with burgeoning couple Taylor and Daniel alone or with the pair accompanied by older nontraditional scholar Angela, Daniel says one thing to the impact of, “We’ll both get out of this, you’ll see.” It works as is when it is Daniel and Taylor alone. But it turns into a character-building second when Angela is current and, excluded from Daniel’s “both,” pointedly clears her throat. In this fashion, Little Hope manages to make use of the constraints inherent to its versatile narrative to do some good character work, even when that work is squandered of their total growth.

Additionally, the QTEs that outline Supermassive’s adrenaline-pumping method to life-or-death motion are at their greatest right here. Instead of simply popping up randomly, the timed button presses now seem first as a warning–smartly positioned on-screen to reflect the position of the button on the controller–before you might be required to press them. This would not take away the strain, but it surely does offer you a greater likelihood of succeeding with out first spending a number of playthroughs studying the timing.

The Traits system, nevertheless, pushes the opposite course. As you make selections, the character traits, like “Fearful” or “Reckless,” are accentuated. If you make sufficient selections leaning in a single course, a padlock image will seem subsequent to that trait in your character profile, indicating that that trait is now an unchangeable a part of your character. I can clarify it now, but it surely took me two full playthroughs to grasp how this method works as a result of none of that is defined upfront. This system, which is opaque and never tutorialized, has main penalties late within the sport. But as you play, no context is given for the lock showing subsequent to the trait, and it is immensely irritating to see a personality’s destiny tied to a system the sport did not clarify. Tying character traits to a personality’s destiny could make narrative sense, but it surely’s introduced in such a murky approach that it ends in sure late-game character deaths that really feel fully out of your palms. While the UI has been improved to its greatest iteration in Little Hope, the Traits system ensures that shepherding your characters via the sport remains to be a irritating five-hour-long train in trial-and-error.

Still, regardless of its faults, Little Hope can not help however remind me of the explanations I really like Supermassive’s tackle the trendy narrative journey sport. The studio is masterful at producing pressure via gameplay so simple as a well-timed button press, and Little Hope is a high-water mark for the studio’s technical proficiency. While the story and character work are uncharacteristically lackluster, Little Hope nonetheless manages to supply a strong basis for Supermassive’s future.

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Urasawa’s Monster (37-38)

Episode 37 - A nameless monster (Or, Consume all that is invaluable)

Episode began with recaps from the last episode. Then Anna started reading the content of the picture book out loud.

A monster without a name wanted one so badly that it went on a journey to find it. But the world was too big, so the monster split itself into two, one headed east, the other west. The monster that went east found a village, and asked the first person it met, a blacksmith, for his name, promising in exchange for that name it would make the man stronger. The blacksmith, named Otto, initially rejected the deal, eventually agreed to it. The monster entered his body through his mouth, and Otto became the strongest person in that village. Until one day, he said, "Look at me! Look at me! The monster inside me has grown this big!"

And Otto was eaten by the monster from the inside out. The monster, now without a name again, started looking for a new host. It found a shoemaker. Then after eating its host again, the monster looked for another host. This time, a hunter. And the process started all over again. Each time it ended with "Chomp. Munch. Crunch. Gulp." The monster consumed each of the hosts its jumped inside, and lost its identity after each meal.

That monster went to a castle, found a bedridden boy, and offered that deal again. The boy agreed, and he became very healthy. His father, the king, was overjoyed. The monster came to love the prince's name and his life in the castle so much that it refrained from eating the prince, even though it was very hungry. Until one day, the prince said, "Look at me! Look at me! The monster inside me has grown this big!"

The prince started eating everyone around him, until there was no one left in the castle. And he left on a journey.

The prince walked, walked, and walked. Eventually he met the monster that headed west. He told the monster that he had a wonderful name, the monster replied:

And...

Even though the boy had a wonderful name: Johan, there was no one left to call him by his name.

End of story.

After Nina finished reading the book, Lotte asked about her real identity. Nina could only mutter, "I don't know."

Nina asked the whereabouts of Johan, checked that her gun was inside her bad and headed straight to university library.

Cut to Dr. Temma. His target right in front of him. But he couldn't pull the trigger because his hand was shaking very uncontrollably.

Dr. Temma recalled Junkers, shot three times by Johan on the night of execution , and Mr. Mawler, and he told himself he had to shoot... 

Johan looked straight at Dr. Temma’s direction.

Dr. Temma, so focused on making himself pull that trigger, didn't realize Roberto creeped up behind him. The hitman pointed a gun at his head, knocked him over with it, and seized his gun.

Roberto aimed at Mr. Schubert, and was about to pull the trigger.

A woman with gasoline walked up to Johan and said the ceremony was a success and commended the popularity of Mr. Schubert, then walked off.

Johan walked to Mr. Schubert, helped him up and led him to the lectern.

Dr. Temma pushed Roberto off the shelf, and fell down to the floor with him. The two started a fight, but Dr. Temma was completely overpowered.

Finally figured out what Johan wanted to do, Mr. Schubert started his speech by telling everyone in the library to leave calmly in a single file.

The woman emptied the gasoline onto the floor and lit a match.

The books and the shelves engulfed in flames, everyone panicked.

Roberto, preparing to shoot Mr. Schubert as people started fleeing, was surprised by the fire, but quickly thought he could use that to his advantage. And he broke into a hysterical laughter at the thought of...  

Johan approached Mr. Schubert, described to him the commotion in the library...

With Roberto's gun in his hands, Dr. Temma still making himself shoot, Roberto smirked and flatly saying the doctor couldn't do it. 

They pointed the guns in their hands at each other.

A shot was fired.

End of episode 37.

Episode 38 - the demon in my eyes (Or, Mission unaccomplished)

Episode began with recaps of the fire scenes, the chaos, and the fight between Dr. Temma and Roberto.

Flashbacks of the veteran mercenary telling Dr. Temma what to bear in mind when he needed to shoot. Again Dr. Temma kept telling himself he had to shoot, over and over and over again, each time less certain than the last, until his voice broke.

However, with his own life in imminent danger, Dr. Temma finally managed to shoot at another person in a close range. He shot Roberto in his right shoulder. The hitman still held the rifle and prepared to shoot the doctor. But he was hit a second time and fell off along with the rifle to the floor below.

Dr. Temma's hand finally stopped shaking. He tried to aim at Johan again, but his view was obscured by the heavy smoke. So he thought going downstairs would increase his chance.

But...with all the doors locked, all the people remained trapped inside. Dr. Temma decided to help them escape first.

Johan, still on stage with Mr. Schubert, spoke casually that many books were being consumed by the fire that was "trying to engulf everything", and Mr. Schubert asked Johan if that was all he wanted to do...

"Didn't you aim to become my replacement?" Johan replied that he decided against that because something else came to mind, and then he pointed out the tycoon didn't seem to be afraid. The tycoon asked, "Where were you from? Who are you?" And Johan got real close to Mr. Schubert.

The camera zoomed in on the faces of the two men. Both with their eyes wide opened. "Can you see..."

Anna/Nina arrived at the library, had a flashback of her foster parents, and she charged. Abruptly, the voice of Dieter stopped her. Turning around, Nina saw Dieter and Dr. Reichwein. The three realized a fire had broken out inside the library.

Cut to Schubert's study, Karl went in to look for the document his father told him to get. And there was one envelope on the desk. The moment Karl picked it up, something fell out of the envelope. It was a picture of Karl's mother.

And Karl took out the document, an inquiry report on the death of Margot Langer, and read every page of it, the end of the report mentioned that a letter from Karl's mother was intercepted and a photocopy of it enclosed, Karl read it as well.

Back at the library, Dieter and Dr. Reichwein could not get in, and the many people inside could not get out. Dr. Temma emerged with Roberto's pistol, shot at the hinges and then...

It took the strength of three full grown men to knock down those doors. At last, people had an escape route in front of them.

Dr. Temma checked the pistol and found two bullets in it. He ran back to the hall, Johan and Mr. Schubert were still on the stage. He prepared to shoot again.

Johan, walking toward Dr. Temma, gestured to the doctor to shoot in his forehead.

Nina, got on stage after she broke in with a fire extinguisher moments earlier, screamed that the doctor must not shoot and pointed her gun at Johan.

Johan walked passed the doctor, stopped and turned around. Before the doctor pulled the trigger, a shot was fired. By Nina. She proceeded to fire several more shots until the curtains on stage collapsed due to the heat.

End of episode 38

Comments: Half of the episode time for the Nameless Monster was spent with Nina reading a dark fairy. A monster that got so desperate for a name that it went in search of it. And it went as far as splitting itself in two to increase the chance of accomplishing the mission. The monster that headed east managed to obtain the identity of its host before it ate them up one after another because of the hunger it felt. 

That impersonating as someone else would take up so much energy that one would ultimately have to destroy the person they want to become? And the monster that headed west became content and told its other self that it was happy even without a name. What happened to that monster before it stopped craving a name? Accept fate, don't try to obtain what you were born with? Name didn't matter? 

The story itself left lots of holes and is open for any guess and interpretation one can think of. 

The monster that gave up searching for a name was eaten by the other monster that obtained a name, but which had become meaningless at that point.

How had this story made Johan the person he became, one who would kill to erase his past? He wanted an identity, but like the monster in the dark fairy tales, he would eventually take the lives of those who gave him one. Both desperate for a name, and didn't want to be confined by it? What exactly was going on in his head?

Episode 38 depicted some nobleness in man at times of grave danger. Once escape from the fiery death became possible, the security guards (?) immediately tried to restore the social norm and asked people to leave in an orderly manner. Although everyone was overtaken by panic just moments ago, they did as they were told. No one pushed their way out ahead of others. Everyone acted as the social norms would have them to. So humans are capable of doing what the ants couldn't. What guides human’s actions is not instinct alone, there are social norms, ethic codes, and others' expectation of them complying to these. It was because of these that Dr. Temma just couldn't kill, no matter how hard he tried to reason himself into killing Johan. It was the one line he would never cross.