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doctorstrangereview · 2 months ago

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Slightly off the beaten path bonus: Amazing Spider-Man Annual #2

Cover Date: 1965 On-Sale Date: June 1, 1965

Travelling outside of Strange Tales for a moment, we go to Ditko's and Lee's more famous creation, Spider-Man. Doc and Spidey finally get to meet and it's more than three panels of Doc's ghost breaking up a fracas between Pete and Flash. While the book's cover advertises the story's title. Doc himself is nowhere to found on it. While I'm sure Spidey was selling far more books at this time, I doubt an image of Doc would have lowered sales. The cover is unimaginative with some imaged of our star in various poses against a yellow background. The splash page, however, is quite delicious.

After a lovely splash of Spidey amidst Ditko weirdness and Doc and Xandu duking it out in the background, our main story begins with Spidey flitting about a peaceful New York City feeling about "as useful as a can of dinosaur repellant." The peaceful status can't remain for long because the only luck Pete has is bad luck and he's always got be down and out. It wasn't as bad back in the old days as it is now, but Petey never gets ahead.

We change scene to man walking by a bar with several of the patrons being thrown THROUGH the door. We know this because Ditko draws us several pieces of it flying along side the unlucky dudes. Our mystery man walks into the bar. He seems to have found what he's looking for. On a side note, this bar seems entirely patronized by men. Our mystery man makes the two men still standing an offer. What the hell was Ditko trying to imply here?

The two very well built ruffian dudes, with crew cuts and tight shirts (really Ditko?) politely refuse the offer with a warm "Git lost creep!" The one dressed like The Sandman (that's the Flint Marko one, not the dreamlord one) reiterates his polite refusal when he realizes the mystery guest is still present. And we finally see what the dude looks like.

Seriously?! A monocle AND a funky mustache AND a funky goatee?! This one's straight out of the generic super-villains handbook. His offer of work is met with Maynard G. Krebs level of refusal and they both crack up! (They look a little alike. Were they meant to be brothers or cousins?)

Our well muscled ruffians' mental capacity doesn't quite match their muscles. Xandu (we've finally learned his name) hypnotizes them with little effort. Ditko fills the next page with Xandu having his new helpers demonstrate what beasts they are. They then follow him home. I guess Xandu's Grindr profile says he takes in-calls.

Once at his magic-y hideout, Xandu explains the mission to the trouble twins. I'm not sure why since they're hypnotized and won't understand. Lee and Ditko do love their characters to spout out exposition to no one. While this is going on we get to see Xandu in his full splendiferous costume. Holy crap, it's green! What is it with Ditko and his green coded villains?

The TDLR of this is Xandu has half a wand and Doc has the other half. Whoever has both is all powerful. "Now, my lovely little muscle bears, it's up to you to steal the other half from Doc and make me the true, big bad!" He sends them out with a big pair of eyes hovering over them. I supposed it's a bit less obvious than Mordo's giant, floating head. You'll notice the muscle bear not dressed like the Sandman has acquired a fetching gold pouch hanging from his neck. It's not explained and disappears later on with no clue as to it's whereabouts.

Doc, while attempting to extract magical secrets from an ancient borsht recipe, is surprised by the sudden arrival of a pair of well muscled strangers. There isn't evidence they broke in, so maybe Doc is still failing to lock his doors. Or maybe they did break in and Doc was so hungry for magic borsht he wasn't paying attention to loud banging and cracking. Whatever they case, Doc's about to have his butt handed to him. Doc attempts his tried and true lots of fake Docs illusion, but Xandu's creepy floating eyes see through it.

This is honestly rather embarrassing for one of the world's foremost sorcerers. But it is what it is. The bears smash cabinets until they find the other half of the wand and take their leave, via the roof. By a fortunate coincidence, Spidey happens to be swinging by. Peter may be a genius, but his knowledge of architecture is limited as he calls a dormer, a skylight.

Ditko then has the muscle bears engage with Spidey for a couple of pages and they proceed to mop the floor with him as well. They even tear apart his webbing. Never fear! Spidey has put one of his patent pending spidey-tracers on one of the bears and can track them back to the gay bar Xandu's secret hideout.

Back at base, Xandu has assembled the Wand of Watoomb and can begin his mustache twirling in earnest. Xandu starts playing with his new toy by opening a bunch of Ditko portals.

He spends the rest of the page looking in on Doc and causing more property damage in the Sanctum Sanctorum. Spidey has tracked him down and is about to confront Xandu. He's inside Xandu's hideout. Xandu doesn't seem to be any more security conscious than Doc. Anyone and everyone gets in. Xandu immediately starts to blast away at Spidey using the wand and has stormtrooper accuracy. Spidey, being a practical bug webs Xandu's face. Xandu drops the wand and whines about not being able to see. Not taking this lying down, he spouts an ominous spell and we get our first invocation of Satannish. Our supremely powerful hell lord won't show up in person for a couple of years, but he gets his first mention here.

Another Ditko portal opens and starts to gobble up our web-slinger. Spidey is still in practical mode and figures he needs some insurance to make sure Xandu comes and gets him. All accompanied by the usual Spidey wit. Spidey should have been in 8-Mile!

Ditko obviously took a great deal of effort and pleasure in the next panel. It's wonderful, just like the title of this story.

The trouble bears soon follow to retrieve the wand and hilarity ensues. Meanwhile, back at the Sanctum, Doc has finally regained consciousness. He uses the All-Purpose Amulet to track down his assailants. He's about to confront Xandu who is helpfully guiding his thugs get the wand back from Spidey in the other dimension. No longer having the element of surprise, Doc start to pummel Xandu. Just in time, another Ditko portal opens with the Spidey and his pair of muscle bear dancing partners. Xandu grabs the wand from Spidey changing the balance of power.

Now Doc is up a creek and he knows it.

Doc flies away to give him some time and goes ghost. He finds Spidey who is still being menaced by the bears. Doc has great idea! "Spidey, why don't you electrocute them?" Using a conveniently located loose, live wire, Spidey does just that. Amazingly, this doesn't kill the pair. Instead they are free from Xandu and really, really tired!

The trouble bears go off to rest, or go into a k-hole and Spidey is free to help Doc. Spidey goes back to Xandu's hideout and Doc gets physical again and follows. Doc and Spidey use a two-pronged magical and physical attack to throw Xandu off balance.

Doc manages to knock the wand out of Xandu's hands while Spidey webs them up to prevent him from getting it back.

Doc drains the wand, claiming the threat of Watoomb exists no more. The wand somehow gets its power back and returns in the future. For good measure, Doc gives Xandu's mind a non-consensual mind probe to find out how he got his half of the wand and then wipe his mind. This also doesn't last as Xandu, monocle, mustache, goatee and all will return multiple times to menace both Spidey and Strange. Doc pledges his eternal friendship to Spidey and departs. Spidey has a clever quip of his own.

This is a great team-up! Ditko's two characters finally come together. It's Spidey's magazine and his story, but Doc has an equal role, unlike his previous crossovers with the Fantastic Four and Thor where he was more of a background plot device.

Placing this in Doc's timeline is a little difficult. It was published during the Dormammu/Mordo arc and there isn't much room for a side adventure between those installments. Doc's cloak still has the red border so it should be before Strange Tales #136.

Xandu starts out as a formidable villain. He's equally arrogant as Doc, isn't afraid to use his abilities and doesn't hold back. Sadly, like most Marvel villains who aren't Doctor Doom, Xandu becomes more of a buffoon with each subsequent appearance.

Overall, I think Ditko really enjoyed plotting and penciling this installment and the love shows through. He doesn't take any obvious artistic shortcuts. The story is tight and there is very little "why the hell did he do that?" going on. There is on unfortunate Doc characteristic pervading this story. There are no women! Spidey doesn't even pass a female on the street. Ah, well. Maybe my bear jokes were a bit closer to reality than I suspected. It's fun. Enjoy this one!

#doctor strange #doctor strange reviews #stephen strange #spider-man #xandu #wand of watoomb

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paceplace · 5 months ago

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while im obv glad that the plushies exist and i wouldve bought them w/o the goals in place i still can't help but be a little disappointed in how they went about the stretch goals even if i Get why they did it this way this time around

like, dont get me wrong: i def acknowledge the fact that they weren't expecting buck sales to blow up the way they did and they were likely under pressure to come up with rewards that were better than the ones they already came up with AND make milestones that, while difficult to reach they were not entirely unrealistic (remember: the original milestones for the campaign were 200/300/350/400/500 all of which were met within 21 minutes of release and when we surpassed that the new goals were 1000/1500/2000 because we hit 1k sales within 5 hours of release. these are some pretty insane numbers for a character from a fan project) they def had their work cut out for them back then and so to prevent putting too much on their plates again they gave out less rewards/bigger milestones.

this is something i'm completely fine with as, above all else, i'd rather the people on the team not overexert themselves. my issue is they made the milestones too big and haven't rly said anything about it. i reckon they assumed that people would buy flint + graham due to their popularity, but overlooked the considerable amount of people who could only afford to get one as well people who just... can't get them at all whether it's due to the cost or them living in unsafe/unsupportive environments (the pride capes arent optional). if i were to be in charge behind setting the milestones w/ these factors in mind i would've adjusted the numbers so that it would've been 750/1500/2250/3000 -- decently challenging, yet still manageable.

where we're at rn it took us 27 days to reach 2k sales and by the looks of it we're probably not going to reach 2.5k. i don't know if they're going to address the fact they overshot their goals, or give out one or both of the rewards as pity, or do either of those things but even so i would hope this wouldn't discourage them from launching similar campaigns of other characters and that the outcome of this campaign will be used to help them plan out better milestones-- people have been vocal about their support + safety concerns for this campaign and some have even donated to the trevor project themselves. i'm happy that these plushies are real, i look forward to when they come home, but at the same time can't help but feel some level disappointment since the bar was set too high to begin with and no matter how you twist it getting a nameplate and a few stickers out of it is pretty underwhelming

#talking tag #sorry for the yap post but ive been keeping an eye on this campaign for p much the entire time and have a lot of thoughts on it #long post

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danpuff-ao3 · 2 years ago

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Magnificent Maddy, beautiful @thebooktopus, sweet special someone...here's to you!

Maddy started this excellent month last year, so it seems only right I start with her this year! All the effort and LOVE Maddy put into her posts last year? Incredible. I checked every day, so excited to see who she would talk about. I ended up following several new people last year thanks to her, and checking out many new stories (even for ships and tropes I don't normally read!) And I walked away with many new friends!

Following March last year, I was deep in Snarry-a-Thon hell, having actual meltdowns trying to write Contempt. Listen, I'm a mess on a good day, especially when writing, but never more so than writing Contempt! And when I was sobbing and second-guessing myself, Maddy was one of the lovely humans who offered to look at my draft for me and who encouraged me to keep going. Truly, I have no idea what I would have done without her and others' help! My poor precious fic would have ended up in the trash, if not my whole laptop on fire! Her time and care meant so much to me then and is still so special to me now, knowing how important her help was in finishing a work I love so much.

There is such goodness in Maddy's heart, and her generosity and kindness are so inspiring and incredible. She has been an absolute sweetheart! Of course, Maddy is more than just the love she gives. She is a creator in her own right! So many goodies she's made, a variety of ships and stories! I've specially selected FIVE to recommend to you! And if you can, please be sure to leave Maddy some love!

Galaxies in Their Eyes

Ginny/Luna. Rated: T. Words: 350. Trans Luna. Self-acceptance. Love. Affection.

This moment exists for Luna and Ginny together, here and now, and across all of the galaxies.

I Fell Heavy Into Your Arms

James Sirius/Teddy. Rated: E. Words: 15,638. Secret relationship. Falling in love. Minor Scorbus. Fluff & smut. Next Gen Fest 2022.

James has moved home, and he's all grown up. Teddy takes notice.

Or: how James and Teddy tried to keep their hands off each other in the lead-up to Albus and Scorpius' wedding and didn't exactly succeed.

I Wanna Be On You

Draco/Harry. Rated: E. Words: 6,565. Roommates. Friends to lovers. Fluff & smut. H/D Wireless 2022.

What is it about Draco singing off-key in their kitchen that pushes Harry to admit his feelings? One thoughtful act between roommates that leads to so much more.

Life After Quidditch

Marcus/Oliver. Rated: E. Words: 11,000. Enemies to lovers. Injuries. Minor Drarry. Minor Ginsy. Charity auctions. Fluff and smut. Wood You Rather 2022.

After a career-ending injury, Oliver Wood is forced to take an early retirement. And what does early retirement look like for famous Quidditch players? The charity circuit. Galas, bake sales, auctions—you name it, Oliver’s agent had signed him up for it.

Oliver didn’t know what to expect from this new life, but it certainly wasn’t Marcus Flint popping up at every turn. Or for him to be friendly and welcoming, unwilling to let Oliver stew in his self-loathing. Or for him to look so good in yoga pants. Or to fall for the git.

Space Girl

Ginny/Luna. Rated: M. Words: 350. Love-letters. Kinkuary 2022. Face-sitting.

You, my love, my moon. I worry sometimes that you are just an interloper here, destined again someday for the stars. People comment that your head is in the clouds, but I know the truth: it’s the whole of you up there, floating around, unbothered and ungoverned by the laws of this world.

Oh, also, can't forget last year's Mutuals March Masterlist!

for an explanation about Mutuals March, or to figure out why i wrote you a thing, please check out this post.

#mutuals march #maddy #booktopus #drarry #linny #flintwood #jeddy #fic recs

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noxtms · 9 months ago

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❝ AND NOW, AN EXCITING ANNOUNCEMENT FROM OUR LEADING SPORTS COMMENTATOR, MURPHY MCNULLY ! ... KRZZT ... is this thing on? is it- oops, apologies- hello, listeners ! my name is murphy mcnully, leading sports commentator here on the wizarding wireless network and the lucky quidditch fanatic tasked with breaking the best of news ! in a one of a kind charity quidditch match, public figures with a passion for the sport and professional players alike will be going head to head against each other, each for a good cause ! the hogsmeade hippogriffs, wearing green and sponsored by the wwn, madam rosmerta of the three broomsticks and eulalia karkaroff will be playing under the guidance of fabius watkins of the montrose magpies and raising money for st mungo's hospital ! the diagon dragons, wearing red and sponsored by the daily prophet, edmund weasley of the lion & the snitch and antonin karkaroff, will be overseen by brevis birch of the tutshill tornados and raising money for the howl at the moon welfare group ! team lineups are set to be announced over the course of this week, and the match will be held at the burren quidditch grounds on friday the 1st of march at 6pm, with the wwn providing exclusive commentary ! tickets go up on sale today for a base fee of 5 galleons, and organisers promise a perfect family event with entertainment both on AND off the pitch ! that's all from me, back to the studio- ... KRZZT ... ❞

WHO, WHAT, WHEN, WHERE :

the idea started small. the first person to float it envisioned a few local quidditch players on a local quidditch pitch, tickets for a galleon and a tacky, plastic trophy enchanted to sing something annoying for the winning team to take home. they didn't know it at the time, but someone at that meeting knew someone who knew someone, and eventually, their idea for something small to raise some humble funds for some good causes snowballed into something much, much larger. by the time the minister of magic and his wife pledged their personal funds to sponsor a team each and some BIG NAMES in the industry had started to reply postively to their owls, the group organising the game had realised they were going to need to do something truly spectacular to make it worth everyone's time - and against all odds, they've managed it. the HOGSMEADE HIPPOGRIFFS are sponsored by eulalia karkaroff, madam rosmerta of the three broomsticks and the wizarding wireless network. they'll be playing in green and under the guidance of fabius watkins of the montrose magpies, and all the money that they raise is going to st mungo's hospital.

CHASER: ginevra weasley, holyhead harpies.

CHASER: alicia spinnet, public figure.

CHASER: rolanda hooch, public figure.

BEATER: seamus finnigan, public figure.

BEATER: oliver wood, puddlemere united.

KEEPER: arturo de la rosa, public figure.

SEEKER: regulus black, public figure.

the DIAGON DRAGONS, on the other hand, are sponsored by antonin karkaroff, edmund weasley of the lion & the snitch and the daily prophet. they'll be playing in red and are under the guidance of brevis birch of the tutshill tornados, and all of the money that they raise is going to the howl at the moon welfare group, where it'll go to werewolves in need.

CHASER: marcus flint, falmouth falcons.

CHASER: draco malfoy, public figure.

CHASER: angelina johnson, public figure.

BEATER: nikolai karkaroff, public figure.

BEATER: viktor krum, bulgarian national team.

KEEPER: edmund weasley, public figure.

SEEKER: tempest clearwater, holyhead harpies.

neither team will be entering the league, of course, but the wix on each have gotten a hell of a lot of good press in the last couple of weeks for taking the time out of their busy lives to partake - regardless of the key fact that no one on either team actually chose which team they were going to be placed on. THAT was all down to the luck of the draw, quite literally. so many people answered the call that they ultimately got pulled out of an actual hat - or at least, that's what organisers are going to be saying in the opening interviews with the wwn. a few of the participants might've had an edge on many of the others, but for the most part, they managed to do it fairly. the burren quidditch grounds themselves aren't used for much outside of the quidditch league, but are kept maintained year round by a dedicated staff. the sports department of the ministry of magic organised everything down to the ministry ran security, the surrounding campgrounds and which wixen businesses, exactly, got invited to set up food and beverage booths for the duration of the event. wix could buy low level tickets for 5 galleons apiece with the prices increasing, depending on how high the rows are ( or how private the area is ). camping spaces for anyone who wants to stay overnight - be it because it justifies the traveling or because they want to stay for the rowdy post match celebrations - can be rented for an additional fee, though wix also have the choice of booking a room at any of the surrounding muggle towns. it started small, but by the time march 1st rolled around, the charity quidditch game between the hogsmeade hippogriffs and diagon dragons has already put itself in the history books !

OUT OF CHARACTER :

our first ever - and i'm sure a lot of people set to benefit from the generosity of the organisers hope one of many - charity quidditch game hits the dash and takes us back to ireland ! the burren quidditch grounds were last used for the 2020 uk & ireland quidditch final and is a pitch that a few of our players are overly familiar with, given that the holyhead harpies were the winners of that particular league ( though non players in either game might remember the hangovers they nursed in the days following the win, with the surrounding grounds being party central night of ) ! quidditch mightn't be everyone's cup of tea, but there's no denying the fun to be found in the build up to a big game or the fun to be had after it's all said and done, with one team celebrationg their win and the other commiserating their loss ! even if the point of this particular game is to raise money for two good causes, there's nothing that says people can't have a good time while doing it. you're welcome to throw anyone in wherever you'd like, with the first half of our event covering the pre game and our second half - to be led into at the end of the first week - covering the afters !

this event starts with the posting of this message and will run for two weeks, ending on the 18th of march, though it will transition to the celebration half of the quidditch match on the 10th ! you'll be reminded in the discord, when this happens !

no character is required to attend this event and you are not required to take part, but you are heavily encouraged to find a reason to do so ! whether your character is into sports or not, the social aspect of the game and the following celebrations are not to be denied !

both halves of this event will be hybrid, and starters can be posted on the dash or in the discord depending on your preference ! if you're hitting the dash, you can tag with nox.event040 and nox.charitygame ! the location for anyone who tags it is the burren, ireland.

if you have any questions or concerns, please do not hesitate to message the main, and just give this post a like once you’ve read it !

#nox.event040 #nox.charitygame #hp rp #harry potter rp #appless rp #fandom rp #canon rp #oc rp #mumu rp #established rp

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jule1122 · 2 years ago

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RNM Fic - Years past seemed so much grander

Written for @rnmnewyear2023 Day 5: Yankee Swap. I went for the rarest pair I could think of (Jesse/Mimi), but I did work in a gift exchange.

So I wrote fic last year, This one goes out to the one I love which was canon complaint, but imagined Jesse and Mimi had been together before Jesse became part of Project Shepherd. But like Mimi tells Alex, he is corrupted by touching things from another world and becomes the man we know. This is an AU version of that relationship that give Jesse and Mimi a happy ending. In this universe, instead of joining Project Shepherd, Jesse dismantles it and shuts down Caulfield. Jesse and Mimi are married. The Evans are told Max and Isobel are aliens and Walt adopts both Michael and Dallas.

Title is from “Christmas Saves the Year” by twenty one pilots.

Years past seemed so much grander on AO3

Summary: Mimi struggles with Christmas without the kids, but Jesse has a surprise for her.

Christmas with five kids was pure chaos, but Mimi loved every minute of it. There was the mantle overflowing with stockings, five advent calendars to fill with each child’s favorite treat, checking and rechecking the letters to Santa to make sure they had the most important requests covered, remembering what wrapping paper was “Santa” paper and not reusing it the next year for other presents. And that was before the craziness of Christmas morning when the promise of the season finally become reality.

Mimi loved decorating the house-putting the tree up the day after Thanksgiving. And Jesse always made sure the outside was just as festive as the inside. The house smelled like cinnamon and chocolate for the whole month of December. There were visits to Santa, school parties and sleepovers, night spent driving to see the best Christmas lights.

But the kids grew up, and Christmas started changing. The handmade ornaments and small gifts from the school’s Santa’s Workshop sale dwindled down as one by one the kids left elementary school. One year they were convincing Clay to go along with the younger children’s belief in Santa, and it seemed like only a blink of an eye later, Alex and Maria, the last holdouts, were telling her they knew Santa wasn’t real.

Christmas changed, but Mimi still found joy in her family. She brought the kids in the kitchen more often - passing on the recipes her mother taught her for cookies and kolachi. She held on to some traditions like advent calendars and trips to see the Christmas lights, but now there were winter formals and ski trips. Jesse let the kids take over the outside decorating and it turned into a yearly contest to see who could come up with the best designs between her children, the Ortecho, Evans and Sanders kids.

Their families were close, united in the challenges of raising children with alien powers and making sure they were safe. They took turns hosting a New Year’s Eve party and the kids were in and out of each other’s houses. It wasn’t unusual for Dallas to join her and Greg to bake cookies while Flint spent the day at the junkyard helping Walt. Once they all reached middle school, they started their own Secret Santa gift exchange with heavy penalties for using alien powers to cheat after the year Isobel influenced Flint to buy her a purse several times over the agreed upon spending limit.

But this year December is a quiet month. It’s the second year in a row none of her children will be home for Christmas. Last year, Jesse surprised her with a trip to Lake Tahoe. It was romantic and magical enough to distract her from what was missing. It was the first time in their almost twenty years of marriage she and Jesse had traveled alone, and they treated it like the honeymoon they never had.

Jesse offered to take her to New York City for Christmas this year, but Mimi refused. Between missing the children and losing her mother in February, Mimi wasn’t feeling the holiday at all and hated to waste the trip when she wouldn’t appreciate it. So they stay in Roswell, Jesse doing his best to cheer her up while she goes through the motions.

With the kids scattered throughout the country, and overseas in Flint’s case, her shopping is done by the middle of November so she can be sure all the presents will arrive in time. Jesse still strings the lights after Thanksgiving dinner, but the tree doesn’t go up until the middle of December and except for the star and lights remains undecorated. She tells Jesse she doesn’t feel like baking this year, and he just smiles and says his waistline and cholesterol thank her.

They skip the Christmas light displays, but Jesse takes her to the Christmas market. It’s the best day of the holiday season by far. They hold hands and drink gourmet hot chocolate while wandering among the vendors. Mimi buys wildflower honey for her tea, a set of organic cocktail mixers for the Evans, hot pepper relish and mustard for Walt and alien themed hand painted coasters for Arturo. Jesse leads her to a jewelry vendor from the Reservation, and they pick out a pendant to set aside for Maria’s birthday.

When they leave, Mimi feels lighter than she has in months so she asks Jesse out to dinner. They go to their favorite restaurant just outside of Roswell. Every weekend they have a band, and after dinner and a candy cane martini, she and Jesse dance until closing. Mimi falls asleep on the way home, Christmas music playing softly on the radio and Jesse’s hand warm in hers.

Christmas Eve is quiet. Jesse makes a scaled down version of their traditional dinner, and they end the night with eggnog in front of the fireplace. They could have gone to the Evans’ house with Walt and Arturo, but Mimi decided she’d rather stay home. She doesn’t want to be bad company even though she knew everyone would understand. Isobel and Dallas are the only two in Roswell this Christmas so they are all missing their children. Clay and Alex are stationed in different parts of the country, and Flint is in Italy. None of them were able to get holiday leave this year. Both Liz and Greg are in grad school on the East coast and couldn't manage the trip home. Maria and Rosa are on year two of what was supposed to be a month-long road trip, only stopping in Roswell for a week here or there to plan their next stop. Max had flown out to spend Christmas with Liz, and Michael is staying with Alex until Alex is deployed in the spring. Mimi will be able to handle all the missing faces by New Year’s but right now it’s just too much.

They sleep in on Christmas morning - there’s no one to bang on their door demanding presents. Mimi’s tempted to spend the whole day in bed, but she gets up when Jesse brings her tea. Arturo stops by on his way to church and surprises them with breakfast. He invites them to join him for services, but they’ve never been a religious family, and he’s not surprised when they decline. They exchange gifts after breakfast. Mimi gives Jesse the woodworking tools he wanted and a few new shirts. He gives her a box set of herbal teas, the latest book by her favorite author and a delicate hand crocheted shawl she lingered over at the market. They decide to save the presents the kids sent until each of them calls.

Mimi puts on a marathon of Christmas movies - just something mindless to play in the background while she reads and responds to the occasional “Merry Christmas” text. In the early afternoon, Jesse calls her into the dining room.

“One more present for you, sweetheart,” he says pointing to a laptop with a big red bow on the table.

“Oh, Jesse, you shouldn’t have. Now Alex will have two computers to fix when he comes home.” It’s a running joke in their family that no matter how much anti-virus software and firewalls he installs on her computers, Mimi still ends up with viruses. Her last computer stopped working a few months ago.

“I think you’re going to like this one. Let me show you.”

Jesse gently guides her to the chair in front of the laptop and opens the cover. He taps a few buttons and suddenly the screen is filled with her children. “Merry Christmas, Mom!” They shout, completely unsynchronized.

“My babies!’ Mimi brings her hands to her mouth, tears filling her eyes. She can’t believe they are all there together. “How?” she asks, turning to Jesse.

“I know it’s not the same as being together in the same room,” Jesse says, kissing the top of her head before sitting down next to her. “But we thought it was the best alternative.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she leans over and kisses Jesse.

“We wouldn’t have agreed to this if we knew there was going to be kissing,” Clay complains.

“Please,” Maria scoffs. “If it wasn’t Mom and Dad, you know it would be Alex and Michael.”

“I’m just so happy, I’d give all of you a kiss if I could,” Mimi beams at the screen.

A chorus of groans greets her, and she blows them all kisses in retaliation.

“Why don’t you tell your mom what you’ve done for Christmas,” Jesse directs them.

Mimi listens with rapt attention as they all tell her about their holidays. She doesn't know if they realize it, but they go in age order, starting with Clay.

“Hey Mama D,” Michael greets her. Mimi smiles at the nickname he gave her when he and Alex started dating. “I’m making sure Alex has real food in his fridge, and he goes to bed at a decent hour.”

“Thanks sweetheart,” she replies.

“Taking Alex to bed doesn’t isn’t the same thing as him getting a good night’s sleep,” Flint teases.

“Jesus Flint, not in front of Mom,” Alex objects, blushing.

“Poor Alex,” Clay taunts. “Still the baby of the family.”

“Hey, I’m only a few months younger than Maria.”

“A few months in age, but years younger in life skills,” Maria argues.

“Oh, really?” Alex counters. “Who called Michael last week because they couldn’t figure out why their car wouldn’t start. Only the problem really was”

“No, no, no,” Maria shouts. “You promised not to tell anyone about that.”

“Alright children,” Jesse says in a tone that catches their attention. “This is supposed to be a present for your mother, not a reminder of why a quiet Christmas isn’t such a bad thing.”

“Sorry, Dad,” they respond in unison.

“It’s fine,” Mimi reassures them. She would listen to them fight for hours just to hear all their voices together.

“Why don’t we open gifts,” Greg, always the peacekeeper, suggests.

Jesse brings out the box with all the gifts the kids had sent, and they take turns opening. Everyone is able to stay on for about an hour after that. Between occasional connection issues and general confusion of having so many people online together, there is a lot of talking over each other and cut off sentences. It reminds Mimi of the Christmas morning chaos when the kids were young, and she loves every minute of it.

Once they have to say goodbye, she lets Jesse hold her for a moment while she takes it all in. “That is just what I needed,” she tells him. “What would I do without you?”

“It wasn’t all me,” Jesse insists. “They may not say it, but the kids miss you as much as you miss them.”

“Not possible,” Mimi shakes her head. She looks out the window and notices it’s already dark out. “Come honey, let’s go for a drive and see some Christmas lights.”

“Are you sure?”

Mimi nods. Christmas will never be what it once was, but today her family reminded her it can still be special.

#rnmnewyear23 #rnm fic recs #my fic #jesse manes/mimi deluca #AU #Jesse is a good husband and father in this fic #Christmas fic #Mimi loves her kids #And they love her #Long distance Christmas

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silverskulltula · 1 year ago

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I made a new world for 1.20 that's ONLY desert and honestly it's pretty fun

I spawned next to a village, desert temple, and ruined portal. I ransacked the village for some torches + crafting table + doors that weren't crucial and found a golden pickaxe at the portal. I found two flint and steels as well which may have been at the portal. I mined as much stone with it as I could and then used dead bushes for sticks to have tools. I tool all the hay bales at the village for food and stole some seeds for later. Next I pillaged the temple and took the TNT to start blast mining. Eventually I found a mineshaft and carefully took as much wood and loot from it as possible. (Also found diamonds and lava so i finished the nearby portal and have a way to the Nether but haven't explored it much). I have some saddles too so soon I'm gonna build a camel pen and start bringing them over from nearby villages to breed. I've also found cows and pigs at far off villages so someday I'll bring them over as well. I'm not sure if there's any way I can get chickens but I know I can get feathers from cat gifts/maybe random mob drops?

I NEED the wandering trader to show up with a sapling for sale so I can actually have some trees. I keep the Emeralds for it on me in case he spawns while I'm out. If I can't get one soon I'll grab some warped/crimson stems but I'd rather get oak or jungle trees first to stick to the desert palette. Of course I want all of the trees eventually for completion's sake.

I now have a nice little house made from different kinds of sandstone and terracotta with a small amount of oak wood. I'm enjoying this desert world way more than I thought I would. I've seen a lot of suspicious sand that I haven't been able to brush simply because I don't have feathers yet but eventually I'll get to it and make some pottery. If I'm correct I can also get at least 7 different armor trims in this world (desert temple, 2x ancient city, nether fortress, pillager outpost, stronghold, end city) so that's another long term goal. I'm proud of my little desert house and I'll share some screenshots when I'm home from work!

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kemaglass · 1 month ago

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razorsadness · 4 months ago

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Promenade

Eliza Smith was going to senior prom with Charlie Brady. It was inevitable. They had been dating since their freshman year. He'd given her his varsity pin and everything. It only made sense that they'd be a couple—they both came from old-money Virginia families. She was a straight-A student (except for the time she had walking pneumonia, and couldn't go to school for a week, and subsequently got a 'B' in math) who was popular and sweet. She was often involved in fundraising bake sales and other things of that nature. He was the captain of the football team—a broad-shouldered boy with dark, wavy hair and marble-blue eyes. Yes, it made perfect sense that they were a couple. They would go to prom together, and graduate from high school. He would go to college to play football and get a degree. He would come home and visit her on weekends, take her to drive-in movies and church picnics. On weekdays, she would spend her time gossiping with her girlfriends at the salon, or sitting on her windowseat and pining for Charlie. When he graduated from college, they would get married. He would work for his father's company. She would have babies and dinner parties; linens and china and pot roast. They would live happily-ever-after. This was the way it was supposed to be. Everyone knew that.

What no one knew is that Eliza Smith did not love Charlie Brady. She didn't even like him. They didn't know that she had no interest in dinner parties, or football games, or prom dresses, or painted nails.

No one knew about the night at the beginning of junior year, when the two of them went to a cookout at a friend's house. Afterward, as the last brushes of orange sunlight fled the sky and everything turned flint-colored, the sky, the hills, everything, Charlie and Eliza walked out into a nearby tobacco field. Eliza lay down on the dusty red earth and lifted her skirt. She wasn't dumb; she knew she'd have to sleep with Charlie in order to get him to stay with her.

"Boys have needs," her girlfriends whispered to her over root beer floats. "And if you're not fulfilling them, they'll find someone who will. You wouldn't want Charlie doing it with some cheap hussy, would you?"

She knew her friends were right, even though their advice ran counter to her mother's—"Who will buy the cow when they're getting the milk for free?"

As Charlie pushed himself into her, he pulled violently at her breasts. She pictured herself as a cow being milked, and shuddered. She tried to concentrate on the charcoal smell of the grill that still lingered on Charlie's collarbone. It took all of five minutes for the event to be over. Five minutes for her virginity to disappear forever.

Charlie rolled off her and zipped up his pants. Eliza began to shiver. The late-September evening had grown cool and damp, and sent its ghost breath up her spine. Charlie smoked a Lucky Strike and didn't look at her. Eliza gazed at the sky above. She saw a flash of blue-white blaze briefly and then vanish. A few seconds later, there was another. And another.

"Charlie, look," she murmured. "Shooting stars."

He glanced upward. "Huh? Oh. Yeah. Neat." He shrugged.

She wanted to cry or slap him, or perhaps get up and take off all her clothes and dance across the field. Instead, she walked with him back to his red GTO, and he drove her home.

The other thing that people didn't know was that Eliza was in love with a boy named Cid. Cid transferred to their high school halfway through junior year. His family was from Washington, D.C.; and the first time Eliza saw him she was nearly knocked over by the force of her pulse beating in her stomach. It felt, to her, like the bass drum in the marching band during the Fourth of July parade. Cid was unlike any boy Eliza had ever known. He was thin, not bulky like the football players. His black hair curled softly down to his chin; and his eyes were a deep, deep brown—like the bottom of the Susquehanna. He wore faded bluejeans, and loose black shirts. He kept to himself, for the most part; Eliza usually saw him with a book in his hand. Her friends giggled about him—they thought he was too skinny, too pale, too feminine. Eliza thought he was gorgeous.

"Probably, he likes boys," Eliza's friend Mary said knowingly. "The only other guy I've seen with hair that long is my uncle Taylor, and he is a homosexual."

Eliza didn't tell her friends how she felt about Cid, because she knew they wouldn't understand. She began to talk to him secretly. He slipped notes into her locker, telling her where to meet him after school. A couple days a week (it couldn't be any more than that, or Charlie would get suspicious), they'd meet at the edge of the river, or in a tiny downtown alley. He lent her books by his favorite writers—Jack Kerouac, Dylan Thomas, Allen Ginsberg, Sylvia Plath. He told her stories about D.C. and New York; stories about dark clubs where people dressed all in black recited poetry and listened to jazz. He told her how they drank thick, dark, hot beverages that made them stay up into the wee hours of the morning, talking; or how they smoked things that made them mellow out or have mystical visions. And when she told him her deepdown feelings, told him that she wanted more than the life of a wealthy housewife, he didn't shrug and stare blankly, or tell her he was nuts. He said: "You are full of light, El. You can do whatever you wish."

But he never tried to touch her. She thought Mary must have been right—he probably liked boys.

The first time Eliza visited Cid's house was at the very end of junior year. His parents were out of town for a few days, visiting relatives. Eliza managed to convince her parents and Charlie that she had to go there to study for the biology final. No one had caught on to her friendship with Cid, so it wasn't a problem.

Cid had a bottle of wine waiting, opened, for them to drink. It was wine his parents brought back from Paris.

"Are you sure they won't mind us drinking it?" she asked.

"Don't worry. They have so many bottles of wine, they won't even notice it's gone."

Eliza had never had wine before. The first few sips of the burgundy liquid were bitter, and made her pucker. By the fourth sip, she began to like the taste. After she finished her first glass, her whole body felt warm and heavy, and she couldn't stop giggling.

Cid played the Beatles' Rubber Soul, and Eliza loved it. She loved the jangling guitars and the melodies that those mop-topped boys' voices created. She loved the instrument at the beginning of "Norwegian Wood," like nothing she'd ever heard—Cid told her it was called a sitar. She loved the lyrics; she gasped a little at lines like "I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me," and "I'd rather see you dead, little girl, than see you with another man." She wondered if she'd ever inspire such strong emotions in someone.

When the record ended, the needle lifted and threw the room into a late-evening lull. The only sound Eliza heard was the ticking of a clock that hung on Cid's wall.

"Cid. Do you like boys?" Eliza blurted out. "I mean, to, you know, kiss and stuff?"

"What makes you think that?"

"You've never tried to touch me. And Mary said...and it made me think that you like boys. Or maybe you just don't think I'm pretty."

"El, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I haven't tried anything with you because I didn't want to disrespect you. And I didn't know that you wanted me to. Do you want me to?"

"Yes."

Eliza had never felt the power of saying 'yes.' Charlie expected it of her.

Cid got up out of his desk chair and crossed the room to his bed. He sat down next to Eliza.

"You really think I'm beautiful?"

"Oh, yes. Your hair and lips are the color of wild strawberries. He dragged his long fingers through her hair. Your skin is so soft and pale. Your eyes are the color of the sky at first light. And those freckles—like kisses from angels."

He fluttered his fingers along her collarbone, and then kissed her. When he pushed his tongue between her lips, and flicked it against hers, Eliza felt a clench between her legs—moist, painful, and sweet.

"Oh," she gasped.

He pulled away. "Would it be okay if...may I make love to you?"

"Yes."

Cid unbuttoned her white angora sweater, and slid it down over her shoulders. He reached around and unhooked her bra. He spent minutes, minutes, touching the curved plane of her stomach, kissing her breasts and bellybutton. The light coming through the curtains created aqua lines on the walls; Eliza felt as though she were underwater.

Cid stood up and undressed. His chest was smooth, except for a patch of curly black hair below his collarbone. His hips were sleek and angular. Eliza pulled her skirt and nylons off, and threw them onto the floor. She was suddenly ashamed—Charlie never gazed at her the way Cid did; and he'd never seen her naked.

So this is what people meant when they said "making love." Charlie tried to obliterate her, but Cid was joining his skin with hers. They were waves, they were wind. Eliza heard a roaring in her brain, like the sound you hear when you hold a seashell up to your ear.

Afterward, Cid covered her with a green quilt. He lay next to her, panting, stroking the top of her hand.

"I love you," he said.

Eliza wasn't sure she knew what love was. "I love you, too."

Her life through senior year was like this: dating Charlie publicly, but secretly loving Cid. She didn't tell any of her friends, because they wouldn't understand. And because they weren't really her friends. She was smart, and pretty, and actually the other girls hated her for it. She could tell by the painful way they smiled at her. They were just waiting for something to use against her, a way to turn the tables so she would be shunned and ridiculed and they could say: "We knew, all along, that she was trash."

On May 15th, 1967, Eliza Smith and Charlie Brady were going to prom. He would drive to her house in his red GTO. He would stand inside the foyer with a dumb grin on his face, waiting for her to come down the stairs. He would be wearing a tuxedo so new, the fabric would squeak when he walked. He would put a corsage on her wrist, and pin a matching one on his lapel. They would drink punch in the school gymnasium; dance awkwardly to slow songs. The stubble on his cheeks would leave tiny red bumps on hers. They were a shoe-in for prom king and queen. They would drive somewhere afterward, and have sex in the backseat of his car. He would drop Eliza off at her house. She would run to the bathroom and try to fix her hair, and then she would vomit the pink punch into the porcelain bowl of the toilet.

Two weeks before prom, she was at Cid's house. They sat in his room, reading poetry and drinking coffee. He set the book of Yeats down on his lap.

"El, I can't do this anymore. I love you so much, and I'm tired of it being a secret. I want everyone to know."

"I'm scared."

"I know you are. You're scared of disappointing your parents, and possibly losing everything you've ever known. But you have to ask yourself—would you rather be comfortable and miserable, or take the risk of having real happiness?"

"I don't know."

"I'm going to lay low for a while. Let me know when you figure it out."

One week before prom, Eliza's mother presented her with a dress. It was mint green, and sleeveless. It had a wide, pleated skirt, and a button-up top that tied in a little bow at the collar.

"I ordered it from New York, honey! I thought the color would look so lovely with your red hair!"

Eliza burst into tears.

"Don't you like it?"

On prom night, Eliza put on a pair of jeans and a black turtleneck. She snuck out the front door and began to run. The dress lay on her bed, with the tag still on it. Damn Charlie and his corsages and squeaky tuxedo. Damn the girls and their gossip. She was going to find Cid.

—Jessie Lynn McMains, from Sad & Beautiful World #9 (autumn 2005)

#jessie lynn mcmains #prose #short story #fiction #my writing #old stories #2005 #was just thinking of this one again for some reason #not the best story i’ve ever written but i’m still fond of it

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whatsonmedia · 6 months ago

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dominionra · 8 months ago

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DOMINION SELLS 11,892 SF MEDICAL OFFICE BUILDING LOCATED WITHIN THE MEDICAL MILE IN FLINT

Bingham Farms, MI (April 2024) - James Mitchell, Vice President of Brokerage at Dominion Real Estate Advisors, LLC (DRA) and Michele Rosenblum, Vice President of Brokerage at Lee & Associates, represented the owner, LSPV Cornerstone Owner, LLC aka Versa Development in the sale of a 11,892 SF medical office building located at 1321 S. Linden Road, Flint, MI within the Cornerstone Office Complex. The buyer of the property will occupy the building and operate its medical practice, Mid-Michigan Home and Health Hospice at this location.

ABOUT DOMINION REAL ESTATE ADVISORS

Dominion Real Estate Advisors (DRA) is a full service commercial real estate firm recognized nationally as a leading provider of professional commercial real estate services. DRA brings decades of experience and expertise in commercial brokerage, property and asset management, real estate advisory, construction, design, and development services.

DRA is committed to bringing its clients creative, cutting-edge solutions, and providing the highest level of professional service fostering long lasting relationships based on loyalty, integrity, and trust. DRA assists corporate clients, lenders, institutions, property owners, investors, and real estate developers in achieving their real estate objectives.

For more information, please visit:

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theclimateconversations · 9 months ago

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Climate stories: what about a tragic photograph?

The faces of people in newspapers sometimes disturb me. Let me explain. I have talked to people that want their stories told or don’t really care whether their likeness is available to the world, but I also know from my own experience that I do not want my family's fresh wounds aired out for the world to see. When we use people’s faces to humanize a climate disaster, at what point are we dehumanizing those whose stories are being told? As a family stands on the rubble of their life-long home, destroyed by a hurricane, flood, tornado, fire, you get to look into their eyes from the other side of your screen and scroll through. I don’t have an answer for this. Climate stories need to be told, but why? For readers to understand the impacts of climate change, as climate disasters worsen all over the world but especially for vulnerable populations. For outside observers of these disasters to understand their role, and the role of the powerful and wealthy, in exacerbating climate change. Maybe these stories and these faces can reach someone out there that can make a statistically significant difference in the effects of our human actions. These stories are told to a curious or bored or skeptical audience, and then what? What am I or you or anyone reading going to do about it? Why is their pain and suffering available to me, why is it for sale and on exhibit? Whose pockets do the profits from the exposure of this suffering reach?

Let people tell their own stories. Most importantly, listen to those communities that have already been facing the impacts of climate change before it’s too late. Listen to them before disaster occurs, so communities can have more resources available earlier on as they search for and work towards solutions.

Heather McTeer Toney speaks specifically to the experiences of black women in the South (the southern USA), highlighting how community efforts and ancestral knowledge have been a powerful tool for collective action, and how these efforts are starting to overcome the tokenized use of black voices in climate tragedy media.

An excerpt from McTeer Toney’s exposé Collards Are Just as Good as Kale featured in All We Can Save: Truth, Courage, and Solutions for the Climate Crisis below expands, touches on, and adds dimension to the key points discussed above:

“Despite hearing the Republican rhetoric of “climate change ain’t real,” people knew that something more than a rising river was changing and amiss. The river waters were coming faster and stronger from the increased snow up north. (Heavier wintertime precipitation is yet another outcome of rising global temperatures.) Each time Chicago, Minneapolis, and other midwestern cities got strong winter storms, the snow melted into streams that eventually made their way to the Mississippi Delta. Deer and duck seasons weren’t the same as in years past. Cotton and soybean crop yields were different. Increased heat, droughts, and floods meant more pests. Meanwhile, it felt like no one was listening to the voices of the poor, of rural folks, of southerners.

[...]We live in pollution, play around it, work for it, and pray against it. Hell, we even sing about it. Black women are everyday environmentalists; we are climate leaders. We just don’t get the headlines too often. Rarely do we see or hear Black voices as part of national conversation about climate policy, the green economy, or clean energy - even though 57 percent of Black Americans are concerned or alarmed about climate change, compared to 49 percent of White folks. We’re relegated to providing an official comment on environmental justice issues like the water crisis in Flint, or we’re the faces in the photos when candidates need to show they’re inclusive. Fortunately, this is slowly changing as more and more women of color step loudly up to the table and make their expertise known in climate justice and culturally competent, solution-based thinking.”

What are your thoughts? Let's continue the conversation.

#applications #applications in climate and society #theclimateconversations #conversation #let's talk #climate change #climate crisis #vulnerable populations #climate news #climate tragedy #climate stories

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tindogpodcast · 1 year ago

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TDP 1223: 2.1. The Paternoster Gang: Trespassers 1: Rogues Gallery

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This title was released in October 2023. It will be exclusively available to buy from the Big Finish website until 31 December 2023, and on general sale after this date.

Victorian England is home to the Great Detective, Madame Vastra, her resourceful spouse, Jenny Flint, and their loyal valet, Strax. Solving conundrums, fighting injustice and capturing criminals are all in a day’s work for the Gang - but the most dangerous threat is one that takes up residence undetected.

There are trespassers in London, and they are coming to Paternoster Row…

1.1 The Ghost and the Potato Man by Barnaby Kay When a criminal gang pulls off a series of impossible heists, Inspector Cotton calls upon the talents of the Great Detective to crack the case. Tipped off by Ellie Higson, the Paternoster Gang uncover a link to a baffling music hall act.

While Jenny and Vastra chase down leads in London’s dangerous underworld, Strax finds a career on the stage is beckoning…

1.2 Symmetry of Death by Dan Starkey Cases are mounting for the Paternoster Gang. Three mysteries call for immediate attention: a murder, a locked room conundrum, and some acts of random vandalism. But is there a connection?

As Jenny goes undercover and Strax stakes out the suspects, Vastra finds an echo of the distant past which could be the key to the solution.

1.3 Till Death Us Do Part by Lisa McMullin Jenny has decided she wants a wedding - a real wedding with Vastra, before their family and friends. But the viewing of a dress leads to misunderstandings and confusions, becoming ever more serious. The owner of the dress claims to have been jilted years before by a man both familiar and unfamiliar... the Doctor!

As tempers flare, alien forces are at work - and what’s more, there could be a trespasser in Paternoster Row.

A new Tin Dog Podcast

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zooterchet · 1 year ago

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Tek War (EON Entertainment)

The drug war, is hard. We will always have drugs. People need drugs. But they need to be clean. Clean and pure.

The CIA, is an elite agency, with five branches; officer, the child of a priest as a female dominatrix on top, Halloween. Instructor, the child of a priest as a female dominatrix on bottom, Halloween. Spymaster, the child of a priest with an FBI prostitute on, New Years. Agent, the murder of a cleared IQ exam, of mother, through father. Fraud, a financial scandal on draft to the Food and Drug Administrator, combat instructor farce.

This is the story, of Dave Charlebois, Delta Force Criminal Warfare, Kara Williamson Daignalt, United Nations Anti-Sniper, Lloyd Ahlquist, Annapolis Psychiatric Torture.

NSA/IRA, undercover cop, espionage history. "Chet".

CIA/UN, liquor sales, poverty investment, "Crux".

FBI/Psychiatric Union, forensic specialist, prisoner repeal, "Mercy".

The Hague, Man Mar Plaza, Beth-Deaconess Hospital.

The Bridgewater Triangle, and the Carolina Panthers.

You each, will receive a cultural landmark, on the world created by your parents, for your epic ballad, through the MI-6 unit you are to oppose, as SIS.

The Matrix, the story of the internet. "Cypher", faces "Trinity".

Final Fantasy, the story of the apocalypse. "Terra", faces "Cid".

James Bond, the story of economic hitmen. "Felix Leiter", faces "007".

Garfield, Fillmore, Kennedy.

The Masonic Lodge, the Alchemist's Book, the Sewer Unions.

You will all meet, off your homes. Cypher was on Gamespy, Terra was on Spam, Felix Leiter was on the Satanic Network.

We met at SW1, Parris Island.

This is the story, of "Goodnight Saigon", the legacy of the Vietnam War.

Beach Head, the story of Diamonds Are Forever. Cover Girl, the story of Fox News. Flint, the story of INTERPOL.

Our mutual enemy, South Park, the most hated construct we have ever faced and never watched, out of Hopkinton Public, Faye Private, and Dunaway Academy, in a sleepy town with a Freemasonic Temple and a grocery store.

Chet, was selected to develop his father's brand, the National Crime Syndicate, into cyberspace writing, DC Comics. Crux, was selected to take Physics, to the level of interstellar communications, the iPhone. Mercy, was selected to turn the entire planet, into a single forest, of marijuana on taxed debt.

The three of them, enlisted in their secondary units, through Sandi MacDonald, on behalf of MI-6 headmaster, Ronald Reagan; Chet, the IRA, Crux, the UN, and Mercy, the Psychiatric Union.

Each was contacted privately by Raven Laventi, "Black Widow", and assigned to a secondary mission.

Chet, was assigned to clean a STARS team, for the Nixon Presidential Society. Crux, was assigned to make contact with Carlos the Jackal, for the ACLU. Mercy, was assigned to develop medications with the illicit narcotics developed inside Princeton labs, for use on field tests on animals to harvest corn, tuna, and cotton.

The key to winning, isn't staying in close contact, it's being willing to work on poverty.

Your family stole billions of dollars of credit, furniture, music, real estate, liquor, tax dollars, and political handmanship, from Richard Milhouse Nixon, with Comedy Central. The ZODIAC Commission, George Soros.

Thanksgiving approaches, and we all know how fond Safin Lucypher, Alex Gaetano, is of the holidays. She's a Capone, and Vermont State Police, put a badge on her, during the Roaring Twenties, through President Coolidge.

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Shelby Flint sings her 1961 hit 'Angel On My Shoulder' from her 1966 Valiant album 'Cast Your Fate to the Wind'. The lyrics are in the video and listed below with some notes on the song. This is a redo of the earlier video for this song with mostly new images and the lyrics displayed differently than before. A viewer, Polly Burroughs, pointed out a mistake I made in the lyrics so this version corrects that mistake. [Vinyl/Lyrics/19-Images/WAV] Angel On My Shoulder (Singer: Shelby Flint) Got an angel on my shoulder Got a penny in my pocket And I found a four-leaf clover And I put it in my locket Wished on all the stars above me And I caught the nearest rainbow Gonna find someone to love me Gonna find someone to love Well I tossed a lot of nickels in a wishing well And saved the fortunes that the fortune cookies tell I got a lucky penny and a mustard seed But a warm and tender love is all I need And I want a love that lingers And is stronger through and through So I'm gonna cross my fingers That I find a boy to love me true Well I tossed a lot of nickels in a wishing well And saved the fortunes that the fortune cookies tell I got a lucky penny and a mustard seed But a warm and tender love is all I need And I want a love that lingers And is stronger through and through So I'm gonna cross my fingers That I find a boy to love me true And I'm gonna love him too Songwriter: Shelby Flint © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. [Lyrics from LyricFind] Wikipedia states: "Angel on My Shoulder" is a song written by Shelby Flint in 1960 and later recorded by the composer. The single reached No. 22 on the US Billboard Hot 100 singles chart in early 1961. Other versions were recorded by: Jerry Wallace (1960), Kathy Young (1961), Jimmy Young (1961), Pat Boone (1963), Gary Martin with The Blockbusters (1964),and Maureen McGovern (1992). The Cascades released a version of the song on their 1963 album, Rhythm of the Rain. Also, Merrilee Rush charted with her rendition in 1970, reaching #122 (US), and Joni Lee, daughter of Conway Twitty, hit #42 on the Billboard Country Singles chart, 1976. Shelby Flint (born September 17, 1939 in North Hollywood, California) is a singer-songwriter who had two top-100 hits, "Angel on My Shoulder" in 1961 and "Cast Your Fate to the Wind" in 1966. Her single "I Will Love You" appeared in the Variety T.I.P.S. (Tune Index of Performance and Sales) Top 100 in 1961. She has been a singer in several movies including Breezy, Snoopy, Come Home ("Do You Remember Me?" (Lila's Theme)) and Disney's The Rescuers. Among the songs she performed for The Rescuers, "Someone's Waiting for You" was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Original Song in 1977. In an April 1995 interview Joni Mitchell recalled that when she began making the rounds of the folk open mic circuit she wanted to sound just like Shelby Flint.

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