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Sorchia and Goddess Fish Present City of Lies
Hard-Boiled Crime FictionâCity of Lies by January Bain On Thursdays, Sorchiaâs Universe joins forces with Goddess Fish Promotions to feature more books in the genres we love. Check out Thursday posts for contests, freebies, and magically delicious mayhem. Be sure to visit other stops on the Goddess Fish tours to increase your chances of winning prizes. City of Lies author January Bain willâŠ
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US Vogue January 1956
Cole Of California
Collection of Egyptian swimsuits designed by Margit Fellegi. Models Dovima (l) Katherine Cassidy (r).
Collection de maillots de bain Ă©gyptiens dessinĂ©s par Margit Fellegi. Modïżœïżœles Dovima (g) Katherine Cassidy (d).
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number 3! for the book asks. gotta know.
hello!! of course!!
3. what were your top five books of the year?
this is so hard omg ok um. and it changes constantly gosh im so going to forget something but. number one is my brilliant friend / elena ferrante..number two shuggie bain / douglas stuart..number three the archive of alternate endings / lindsey drager..number four foster / claire keegan..number five mr loverman / bernadine evaristo..honourable mentions include the marriage portrait / maggie o'farrell, wuthering heights / emily bronte, juno loves legs / karl geary...also currently reading duck feet / ely percy and to be honest it feels like it'll be a 4.75/5 star read so will probably earn its place in my top five in the next few days xx i can feel it xx
end of year book asks!!
#i do not give five stars out lightly...105 books logged on my storygraph ive given five stars to. three of them...#reading tag#ask game#also cant believe it was THIS YEAR i read shuggie bain jesus christ. january was a lifetime ago
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1968 [Chapter 11: Hephaestus, God Of Fire]
A/N:Â Only 1 chapter left!!! đ„°đ
Series Summary:Â Aemond is embroiled in a fierce battle to secure the Democratic Party nomination and defeat his archnemesis, Richard Nixon, in the presidential election. You are his wife of two years and wholeheartedly indoctrinated into the Targaryen political dynasty. But you have an archnemesis of your own: Aemondâs chronically delinquent brother Aegon.
Series Warnings: Language, sexual content (18+ readers only), violence, bodily injury, character deaths, New Jersey, age-gap relationships, drinking, smoking, drugs, pregnancy and childbirth, kids with weird Greek names, historical topics including war and discrimination, math.
Word Count:Â 5.4k
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Here is our final interlude. Do you have the patience?
President Lyndon Baines Johnson has halted all U.S. attacks on North Vietnam: no bombs from the air, no infantry on the ground, no artillery shells launched by destroyers cruising in the South China Sea. The election will determine what happens next. If Nixon wins, military operations will resume until the South Vietnamese are in a sufficiently advantageous position to defend themselves from the communists. If Aemond is the victor, troop withdrawals will begin shortly after he is inaugurated on January 20th.
Regardless, it will not be until almost a full year from now, in October of 1969, that it becomes illegal for employers to reserve positions for men; the common practice of refusing to hire women with preschool-aged children will not be outlawed until 1971. Unmarried people will not be guaranteed access to contraception until 1972. Abortion will not be legalized across all fifty states until 1973. Women will not have a right to their own bank accounts or credit cards until 1974. It will not be illegal to exclude women from juries until 1975. The first female Supreme Court justice, Sandra Day OâConnor, will be appointed in 1981. There will be no female president of the United States, not for at least half a century after our story ends.
Each night on CBS Evening News, Walter Cronkite recaps the latest poll numbers. Nixon appears to have a slight advantage, due in large part to pulling ahead in Florida, Illinois, Ohio, and his home state of California. Aemond has comfortable leads in Texas, Pennsylvania, New York, and New Jersey. George Wallace will likely sweep the Deep South: Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, and Arkansas. From their hovels, the racists rejoice. From her grave, Lurleen Wallace rests uneasily, scratching at the lid of her coffin with the bones of her fingers, entombed in dark oblivion like all the rest of the worldâs discarded wives.
~~~~~~~~~~
You go for the door, but Aemond is faster; he catches you just as your hand is twisting the handle and the hinges creak. He throws you against the wall so hard the paintings rattle: replicas of Monets and Warhols, Almond Blossoms, The Birth of Venus. You fight, clawing at him, ripping off the eyepatch that Alys must have at last convinced him was no defeat to wear. The hollow, gore-colored abyss of his left eye socket beckons you to fall in and be burned: Hestiaâs eternal hearth, the volcanic forge of Hephaestus. Heâs fire all the way down, hunger and fury, bones charred black and brittle. You think of the uninhabitable furnace of Jupiterâs moon Io, lethal radiation, poisoned air, lava bubbling up like blood through a bullet wound.
âYou canât hit me,â you gasp. âYou need me for photosââ
His knuckles are in your belly, crosshairs made of scar tissue. The air collapses out of your lungs; your vision dims like twilight, like an eclipse. Youâre on the floor and trying to crawl away from him. Aemondâs fingers hook into the fabric of your robe; it matches the silk nightgown you wear beneath, a pale anemic pink, something soft and young and desireless, something eternally at othersâ mercy, something to be guarded or gutted. Heâs dragging you towards him.
Heâs going to hit me again, he might even kill me.
âStop, stop,â you plead, still struggling to breathe. âWhat if Iâm pregnant?!â
You almost certainly canât be, but Aemond doesnât know that. Yet his lone eye glints like metal, like coins, no weak mortal compassion. âI would have no way of being sure it was mine.â And then he tries to cover your mouth as you scream for help. You bite at his fingers; your bare feet kick the wall. Your hair, long and loose and wild, flows around you like a brideâs veil.
Too late, Aemond realizes that the door is still open a crack from when you grabbed the handle. There are footsteps and a voice that crescendos as it approaches: âWhat on earth is going on in hereâŠ?â Fosco appears in the threshold, yellow tweed jacket, tight olive green trousers. He stares thunderstruck down at where you and Aemond are entangled on the floor.
You beg: âFosco, help me.â
âNo, no, no,â Fosco says, jolting from his paralysis and holding a hand out towards Aemond. âNo, you cannot do this, whatever has happened, you cannot touch her likeââ
âSheâs not your wife,â Aemond says. Sheâs not your property. Fosco hesitates; his large dark eyes shifting between the two of you from behind his glasses.
âAemond, brother, listen toââ
âGet out.â Aemondâs voice is low, searing, malignant.
âFosco, please donât leave me,â you whimper. You try to pry Aemondâs fingers off your robe; they dig in deeper, bruising the flesh underneath. âDonât leave me, donât let him hurt me.â
Abruptly, Fosco turns and sprints out of the room.
âNo!â you shout after him before Aemond grabs your face, his hand like a claw, fingernails leaving half-moon indents in your cheeks, crushing pressure on your jaw.
âYouâre trying to sabotage this campaign.â
âI didnât see the reporters, I swear to God.â
He knocks the back of your skull against the wall so hard that you see momentary flashes like stars, that all the words vanish from your throat, that words cease to exist at all. âYouâre a traitor. Do you know the penalty for treason? The U.S. Army would have you executed by firing squad. Zeus would chain you to a rock so your liver could be carved out.â
âYou betrayed me first,â you hiss through clenched teeth, your head pounding hot and maroon.
âI have been working for this since before you were born. You canât take it away from me. I wonât let you.â
âI did everything right and you still couldnât love me.â You swing at Aemond and he catches your wounded hand, squeezes it, digs his thumb into the spot where the doctors stitched you closed. The pain is excruciating, incapacitating. You wail as scarlet flowers bloom through the white of your bandaged palm.
Now the door flies open again and Aegon collides with Aemond, sends him sprawling, crouches over you. Heâs screaming something at Aemond, gripping your shoulder to keep you under him, his too-long hair hanging in his face, black turtleneck sweater, one of Daeronâs frayed army jackets thrown over it, ripped jeans, bare feet. Aemond grabs his brother by the lapel of his army jacket and draws back his fist. His golden wedding ring flashes in the grey November sunlight that streams in through the windows. Aegon doesnât flinch. Heâs taken knuckles to the face before; you remember cleaning blood off his skin under a streetlight in Biloxi, you remember not wanting to wash him away.
âDonât you see what it will look like?!â Fosco is saying, trying to coax Aemond to relent. âIf he is photographed with a busted face after that story comes out? If she has bruises or a black eye? By harming them you are confirming what your enemies have printed, and the voters will believe it is the truth.â
âThey already know itâs true!â Aemond snatches the Wall Street Journal off the table and hurls it at Fosco. Then he paces back and forth through the room, glaring at where you are still crumpled on the floor, sobbing, cradling your bleeding hand to your chest. âItâs right there, three goddamn photographs, and thatâs all it will take to bring down a lifetime of work!â
Fosco studies the pictures again, shaking his head, one hand covering his mouth. At last he offers weakly: âIt could be worse, Aemond.â
âHow could it be worse?!â
Aegon scrambles to Fosco to rip the newspaper out of his hands, then returns to you. He hasnât seen the front-page story yet. He skims it frantically. âThis? This is what youâre losing your mind over? Itâs dark, itâs blurry, they canât even see whatâs going on!â
âI have one fucking eye and I can see it!â
âSo come up with another explanation, this doesnât prove anything.â
âIf she costs me the electionââ
âIf you lose, it wonât be because of her!â Aegon roars back. âIt will be because the Democrats have held the White House for eight years and the world has gone to hell on our watch, it will be because of Kennedy, and Johnson, and Vietnam and the riots and the hippies and the drugs and the assassinations, it will be because Nixon is promising law and order in a time when nobody is safe, it will be because you just werenât good enough. But she has given more to your cause than anyone. You hit her and youâll lose your other eye.â
âThey were in conversation,â Fosco says, meaning the photos. The four of you know thatâs not true; it is a lie for the rest of the world, it is hope for Aemondâs campaign. âOn the beach. They were whispering, comforting each other. Because of Mimi. That is all.â
Aemond scoffs, his remaining eye fierce and wrathful as it lands on you again. Aegon grips your shoulder, still crouching over you, still shielding you. âYou bitch. I should have left you at that party in Manhattan to be the dope-smoking whore you were when I found you.â
âI shouldnât have helped save your life in Palm Beach.â
And Aemond blinks at you, not hurt but bewildered, like he doesnât understand your words, like what you said is impossible. He doesnât believe you saved him. He believes it was Godâs will.
Otto storms into the hotel room and takes in the scene: you and Aegon on the floor, Aemond pacing furiously, Fosco attempting to mediate. âNobody says anything,â Otto commands, deep booming voice, black suit like heâs going to a funeral. âThe Wall Street Journal hates Aemond. Everyone knows that, theyâre probably the only national publication that would run the story. Our newspapers are already pushing the counternarrative, that this was a shameful, deceitful, desperate attempt to discredit Aemond right before the election. Our supporters will insist upon an innocent explanation. Nixonâs will use the photos as evidence of our degeneracy, our amorality, us immigrants with our strange faith and our progressive politics. Everyone else in the country will be warring over this headline. We will say nothing. We will conduct business as usual. The best thing we can do now is go out there and keep our schedule as planned.â He looks meaningfully at Aemond. âAnd your wife must be at your side. Smiling, unscathed, devoted.â
âI lost my composure,â Aemond says to you, more collected now, businesslike. He is smoothing any wrinkles out of his suit jacket. âI was wrong to put my hands on you. I apologize for that. It was beneath me.â
You reply: âVery little is beneath you, Iâve learned.â
âYou have been.â A trace of a grin, crooked and cruel. âPlenty of times. And you will be again.â
Aegon is watching is brother, seething but terrified, sheltering you with power that is only illusory, never real. It is a mirage that Aemond or Otto could punch through at any moment. It is glass that would shatter into crystalline dust.
âIf I win, you will beg on your knees for forgiveness,â Aemond tells you. âYou will beg in private, you will be perfection in public, and I will magnanimously overlook this indiscretion in which you were taken advantage of by my notoriously dissolute brother. There was no affair. There was a fleeting moment of weakness on your part and depravity on Aegonâs. We will put it in the past. I will be the president of the United States and you will be my first lady. You will spend every second of your existence in service of my career, my country, and my legacy. You will give me children. You will obey me entirely. And you and Aegon will never be in a room alone together for the rest of your lives.â
âYou canât keep me away from her,â Aegon says.
âI just did. I make the rules here, I am the heir to this empire. If you wanted that responsibility, you should have seized it. You squandered it, you cursed it. Itâs mine now.â
A whisper: âAemond, itâll kill me.â
âThen have the dignity to die quietly. It will be the most useful thing youâve ever done.â
âAegon must be seen in public too,â Fosco says, trying to sound like he isnât defending him. âIf you appear to be punishing or excluding him, it will be used as evidence of his guilt.â
Aemond nods, then turns to his brother. âAs soon as the election is called, whichever way it goes, I want you gone. I donât care where you go. I donât care what happens to you once youâre there. You will disappear. We will say it was your choice, and if you comply you can keep your children and receive a modest amount of severance pay to get you started. And as long as you abide by my terms, my wife will not be harmed.â
Aegon doesnât reply. His large Atlantic-blue eyes glisten, his lips tremble, his hand is still on your shoulder. You think through the throbbing pain of your bleeding palm: Is this the last time heâll ever touch me?
Otto grabs Aegon, wrenches him away from you, drags him yowling and clawing at the carpet through the doorway.
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Your hand is freshly bandaged, pristine white gauze that people in the crowd jostle to touch like the relic of a saint, to pray over, to kiss. Men tell you how brave you are to bear the pain without weeping. Women give you komboskini, stained not with their husbandâs blood but with only the clean, colorless ether of hope, faith, reverence, love.
Fosco and Helaena have been dispatched to accompany the children on a tour of the Franklin Institute, one of the oldest centers of science education in the nation. Aemond is giving a speech in front of the Liberty Bell at Independence Hall. You and the others are arranged around him like a starving crescent moon. You are standing immediately on Aemondâs left side, Aegon placed at his right. He looks drunk, he looks drugged; you arenât sure if anyone else can tell, but you can. His cheeks are flushed. His eyes are pools of murky, desolate indigo like the night sky between stars. A few attendees give the two of you curious glances, but no mention is made of the accusations in the Wall Street Journal. You get the sense that if someone took it upon themselves to ask a question on the subject, they would be jeered, reviled, banished like President Johnson, who is currently besieged in the White House by the ghosts of Vietnam.
When you look to Aemond, you see his scar, his prosthetic eye, fierce and stoic determination in the lines of his face. He is quoting the inscription on the bell: âProclaim liberty throughout all the land unto all the inhabitants thereofâŠâ The bronze metal has a crack in it like one of Zeusâs lightning bolts. The smile on your face is frozen, demure, humble. Aegonâs eyes accidentally catch on yoursâa childlike vulnerability, a deep raw woundednessâand then swiftly dart away.
âAmerica is the Land of Opportunity, but some have forgotten that,â Aemond says into the microphone, and vengeance creeps into his voice like a spider up a wall. âUnfortunately, for as long as new communities have arrived at our shores, vile and prejudiced lies have been used to demonize them. Greek immigrants have been crossing the Atlantic for over a century. In 1909, rioters violently expelled them from Omaha, Nebraska. In 1922, an anti-Greek initiative was launched by the Ku Klux Klan. In 1924, Congress drastically restricted my peopleâs entry in favor of migrants from Northwestern European nations like Britain and Germany. Greeks have been condemned as unintelligent, immoral, and unworthy of the glorious opportunities of this country. We have been barred from jobs and universities, we have been used as cannon fodder in the World Wars. Discrimination against any group is antithetical to the American Dream. I have given an eye for this nation, my wife has bled for it, my brother hasâeven in the midst of personal tragedyâuprooted his life and the lives of his children to fight alongside me for a better America, and I will not stand by silently as the Targaryen name is tarnished by bigoted falsehoodsâŠâ
Now you can no longer hear him over the thunder of the applause, and you remember all the other faces in all those other cities, their eyes illuminated as if by fire, as if by the sun. You imagine devotees of the Greek gods bowing low in temples of white marble and flickering torches, bringing offerings of gold and livestock, grain and blood, murmuring prayers, bargaining for miracles. Did the gods hear them? Do the gods love anyone but themselves?
Alicent and Criston are watching you and Aegon with the same eyes: large, dark, shimmering, a curious combination of horror and profound sympathy. You can feel yourself becoming a ghost, a legend, a myth. One day people will read about you in textbooks and academic journals, in plaques erected at Aemondâs alma mater, Columbia University, and your own, Manhattanville College; and they will know only the fabled version of you. Who you really were will fade into nothingness like Echo, like Icarus into the waves, like Eurydice when her lover Orpheus dared to glimpse back at her.
That night in your penthouse suite at the Ritz-Carlton, you get out of the bathtubâdewy with steam, donning your pink robeâand then go to your side of the king-sized bed and slide open the top drawer of the nightstand. The card Aegon gave you at Mount Sinai isnât there. Your heartbeat quickens; your stomach lurches.
âWhatâŠ?â
You get down on your knees to reach into the back of the drawer, to see if the card has snagged somewhere. You hear footsteps and whirl to see Aemond standing in the doorway between the bedroom and the living room. He is holding the card. The cartoon cow beams jubilantly at you. You recall what Aegon wrote inside after crossing out the manufacturerâs message: I thought this was blankâŠcongrats on the new calf! As your eyes widen, Aemond rips the card down the middle.
âDonât!â you scream, rushing for him. âPlease donât, itâs all I have fromâ!â
Aemond shoves you back and then, with a grin more like a wolf baring its teeth, tears through the remnants again and again until the card is nothing but shreds. He opens the sliding glass door that leads out onto the balcony and throws them into the cold night wind, where they scatter in a flurry like snowflakes, like bones turned to splinters by cluster bombs in the swamps of Vietnam.
The paper fragments spiral down thirty stories towards the zooming headlights on South Broad Street, and you think about following them. Then Aemond pulls you into his arms as frigid air blows through you and whispers: âYou donât need Aegon anymore. You just need me.â
~~~~~~~~~~
Itâs Monday, November 4th, and you are walking alongside Ludwika on Broadway in Astoria, Queens, the part of New York City known as Greektown. She chats about the modelling jobs she did here before meeting Otto, her Louis Vuitton stilettos clicking on the sidewalk, her Camel cigarettes smudged with red Yardley lipstick. It is an act of kindness; she is trying to distract you. A few yards away, Fosco is telling Aegon about how he just won $500 by betting on the NASCAR Peach State 200, held at Jefco Speedway in Georgia. Aegon nods along, preoccupied, miserable. He has dark shadows around his eyes and is smoking one of his Lucky Strikes. He is wearing a green knit cap, windblown curls of his blonde hair escaping from underneath. Youâre not supposed to stare at Aegon, but sometimes you canât help it. You miss him. Youâre worried about him.
The Targaryens have suites reserved at the Plaza Hotel in Manhattan, where the family will stay through Election Day to witness the results as they are tallied on the evening news. The children are there now, enjoying pizza from Little Italy with Helaena and the nannies. But you and the other adults are being photographed by flocks of journalists as you head for lunch at one of the oldest Greek diners in the United States, paying homage to Aemondâs ancestry. The candidate himself is locked in a fraught conversation with Otto and Criston: polls gaining here, polls slipping there, Nixon inching further ahead in Florida, the state you were supposed to help Aemond win.
âWhat should I order?â Ludwika asks you. âNot spinach pie, oh, horrible, worse than Hitler. Something else. Why canât we go to a Polish restaurant for once? I will take you sometime. You will see. You will try a pierogi and never look back. We invented bagels, you know.â
âBeagles?â Fosco says. âWhat an accomplishment! They are so cute!â
âBagels, stupido.â
âDo not bully me. I am suffering too. I should be back at the hotel eating a prosciutto pizza.â
As you pass an electronics shop with stacks of televisions in the windows, all turned to NBC news, the journalists begin to gasp and chatter excitedly amongst themselves. The flashbulbs strobe madly, shutters clicking and reporters shouting for Aemond to give them a comment. The youngest Targaryen brother has appeared on the screens, bruised and gaunt and missing teeth. He looks twenty years older than he is. His once-golden hair is turning white.
Otto sputters: âWhatâŠwhat the hell is that?!â
âOh my God, Daeron!â Alicent howls, and then bursts into the shop so she can hear what her lost son is saying. The rest of you hurry after her, locking the front door behind you so the journalists canât follow. Through the windows, they take photographs until Fosco and Ludwika lower the blinds.
Inside the maze of electronics, three adolescent employees gawk at the presidential candidate and his retinue. âOut,â Otto instructs them, and then, when they are too stunned to immediately vacate the premises: âI said, get out!â The teenagers scurry into the backroom and slam the door.
âDaeron,â Alicent moans in front of a Zenith color television. Tears flow torrentially from her huge, horrified eyes. Criston holds her, arms circling, his cheek pressed to hers, and you are reminded of how Aegon touched you in your hotel room in Houston, in his basement at Asteria, on the shores of the Atlantic Ocean.
Daeron is saying: âThe United States has committed war crimes in Vietnam. I am ashamed of the actions my country has taken here. We have burned children with napalm, executed innocent civilians, and interfered in matters that we have no legitimate jurisdiction overâŠâ
âHe is reading from a script,â Fosco says. âYou can see his eyes following the words.â
âShh,â Otto snaps.
Daeron continues: âThe only honorable course of action now is to immediately withdrawal all American soldiers from VietnamâŠâ
âI think this will help us, actually,â Otto says. âPeople will know heâs being forced to make propaganda for the communists, and they will have sympathy for him and the family. Theyâll want to rescue him and all the other servicemen too. Heâs obviouslyâŠunder duress.â
Aegon drops to his knees and puts his palm against the screen over Daeronâs face, just like the shadows of your fingers once fell over Ari as he fought for his life in an incubator in Mount Sinai Hospital. âDo you see what theyâre doing to him?â He turns to Aemond with tears in his eyes. âWhat you did to him? You left him there, you abandoned him, and now heâs being tortured.â
Alicent looks to Aemond, puzzled, petrified. âYou tried to get him out, didnât you?â Aemond doesnât answer. Otto averts his gaze, counting the tiles on the floor.
âDear lord,â Ludwika mutters, lighting a fresh Camel cigarette and puffing on it anxiously.
âWas it worth it?â Aegon demands. âSelling your soul?â
Aemond is steely, resolved. âItâs almost over.â
âYou were all right.â Aegon stands, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his green-striped sweater. âI donât have what it takes to win the presidency. I couldnât do something like this. Me, the perennial fuckup. Me, the godless degenerate.â
âAegon,â Alicent whispers. âPleaseâŠplease donâtâŠâ
He turns to his mother, insurmountably sad. âMom, I tried to stop him.â Alicent sobs and covers her face with both hands as Criston embraces her. She canât even look at Aemond. She canât believe what heâs become. Her long coppery hair flows like blood.
You reach for Aegon, your fingertips brushing his ruddy cheek, and immediately he folds into you, burying his face in the curve of your neck, breathing in your warmth as you inhale his smoke and rum and pain and terror. âDaeron will be home soon,â you say, not knowing if itâs true. Your bandaged hand aches; your throat burns.
âI should have gone instead. It should have been me.â
âNo, Aegon. Your children need you, I need you. I wouldnât have made it without you.â
Then Aemond yanks you away, his grip on your wrist like an anchor, like chains.
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âDad, play us something,â Orion says; and it is the first time you can remember him calling Aegon that. Aegon smiles. Heâs sitting on one of the couches in the penthouse suite you share with Aemond, the Gibson guitar he bought back in July lying across his lap as he strums it absentmindedly. The television is on and turned to CBS News. Itâs just before midnight on Tuesday, November 5th, Election Day. The children are thrilled. Itâs the one night theyâre allowed to stay up as late as theyâre physically able to. This allowance is not purely altruistic; Aemond wants them awake and ready for photographs as soon as the winner is announced.
âWhat should I play?â
âFrank Sinatra,â Fosco says. He is beside Aegon on the couch, smoking a cigar and flipping through the Sports section of the New York Times, which heâs not really reading.
âMarvin Gaye,â Ludwika suggests. They are both on your side of the room. Aemond, Otto, Sargent Shriver, and a number of campaign staffers are huddled around the television, transfixed by the ever-updating vote totals. Alicent and Criston are between your factions, murmuring back and forth to each other, flutes of golden champagne in their hands. Helaena is on the floor entertaining Violeta, Daphne, and Neaera with Crayolas and coloring books full of scenes from gardens. You recall how eerily calm Helaena had been the night Aemond was shot in Palm Beach, like she somehow already knew heâd survive. Now she is nervous, looking fretfully around the room, wringing her hands, filling outlines of butterflies with ten different shades of blue.
âThe Beatles,â Orion tells Aegon, casting Fosco and Ludwika a judgmental teenage glance.
âAny particular song?â
âYou can pick.â
Aegon sips at his rum, ice cubes clinking in the glass. He looks over to the coffee table, where you are embroiled in a game of Battleship with Cosmo. Heâs getting better; heâs genuinely sunk your destroyer and submarine so far. Then Aegonâs eyes drop to his guitar strings and he plucks the opening notes of In My Life. His voice is soft and low, almost secretive.
âThere are places Iâll remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remainâŠâ
Cosmo turns to watch his father. Orion, Spiro, Thaddeus, and Evangelos are gathered around Aegonâs feet, gazing up at him with admiration, with love.
âAll these places had their moments
With lovers and friends, I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life, Iâve loved them all...â
Cheers erupt over by the television; Aemond has just won Michigan. But then tense, indistinct deliberations follow. Florida is still too close to call, a bad omen. You wonder where Alys is as she watches the results come in. There must be some part of herâhowever small, however smotheredâthat fears Aemond will win. If he captures the presidency, she could be separated from the man she loves for the better part of a decade. You drink your Pink Squirrel, wishing it was stronger. You think of sea sponge divers down in the depths and imagine what that first gulp of air tastes like when they resurface, when they shed their rubber suits and brass helmets and step back into sunlight, warmth, freedom like Persephone returning from the Underworld each spring.
âBut of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something newâŠâ
You wear a sapphire-colored gown that Aemond chose for you, strings of silver around your wrist and throat, diamond teardrops hanging from your ears. Your hair is up, your fingernails painted a tasteful opalescent shade, the aching of your bandaged hand dulled by booze and Vicodin.
âThough I know Iâll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know Iâll often stop and think about them
In my life, I love you more.â
More triumphant shouts and applause across the room by the television: Aemond has won Washington state. From his own suite at the St. Regis Hotel a few blocks south on 5th Avenue, Nixonâs people must be celebrating that he just secured Ohioâs 26 electoral votes. He needs 270 to be the next president of the United States.
Florida, you think. If Nixon can take Florida, I think heâll win the whole thing.
As Aemond and Otto are distracted, as Fosco and Ludwika watch with pitying, knowing eyes, Aegon sets his guitar aside and walks by you with his rum in hand, taps your shoulder, disappears onto the balcony. You wait a few minutesâCosmo wins Battleship and goes to color on the floor with Helaenaâand then follow Aegon.
Outside the night sky is moonless, starless, thick with clouds. Rain is beginning to fall, soft hushed pattering. Far below taxis and limousines are still rushing and blowing their horns on West 59th Street. You can see the vast forested shadow of Central Park and streetlights like constellations. In apartments and office buildings, windows are illuminated as Americans sit numbing their fears with beer, wine, shots of liquor, smoldering hand-rolled joints.
Aegon is cross-legged at the ledge, one hand on the iron bars of the railing, staring out at the nightscape of Manhattan. His hair lashes in the cold November wind. His nose is pink, his eyes wet and faraway. He passes his Lucky Strike cigarette to you as you join him and says: âI donât think Aemond can win without Florida.â
âNo,â you agree, taking a drag.
Aegon snatches a rattling orange bottle from the pocket of his olive green army jacket, pops it open, and swallows three pills with a swig of straight rum, dark amber poison.
âDonât do that,â you say, you plead.
âI need it, babe.â
âI want you to still be alive in ten years.â
Aegon smiles and reaches over to pat your cheek twice. âI think that ship might have sailed, little Io.â Can decades of self-destruction be undone, uninflicted, nullified like Heracles becoming immortal? Can the Underworld be escaped? âCome with me. No matter what happens tonight.â
âAegon, I canât.â
âIâm in love with you.â
âIf I leave, heâll hurt you. Heâll hurt me worse.â
âItâs not fair,â Aegon says, his voice breaking.
âNothing is.â
There is an uproar inside the hotel room, screams that could be horror or triumph, realized dreams, breaking bones, bullets through flesh. You and Aegon are on your feet, hauling the balcony door open, stepping through the threshold into the rest of your lives.
Glasses are being toasted until champagne rains down onto the carpet. The telephone is ringing so Nixon can concede. On CBS News, Walter Cronkite is reporting that Aemond has won Florida and thereby accumulated 270 electoral votes. The blue text on the screen reads: Senator Targaryen will be the 37th president of the United States.
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Happy Birthday Scottish actor John (Hunter) Bell born 20th October 1997 in Paisley.
John got his first break in acting when he was eight years old through a Blue Peter competition to be in Doctor Who. He was a huge Doctor Who fan at the time and was doing drama classes, so when his parents heard about the competition, they entered him and he ended up winning. fellow Paisley actor David Tennant! And before anyone corrects me I know Tennant was born in Bathgate, but he moved to Paisley and was educated there!
Without that part in Doctor Who, John says he may not have pursued acting as a career. In fact, he nearly gave up on it altogether as a teenager.
In March 2008, he was the lead singing boy in a promotional trailer for the BBC 1 talent show âIâd Do Anythingâ, since then he has had some great acting roles, the most high profile must have been when he portrayed Bain, son of Bard the Bowman in two of the three epic Hobbit films. He also put in an appearance as Young Spud in T2 Trainspotting.
His TV work, for a 25 year old, is quite extensive, as well as Dr Who other shows have included Life of Riley, Tracey Beaker Returns, Hatfield & McCoys and Into the Badlands.
Of course young John is arguably most well known to the audience of the hit Starz show Outlander.
From season three onward he has been a recurring character, Jamieâs nephew, i.e âYoungâ Ian Murray, I enjoyed seeing him return to the fold, complete with Mohawk in the last season of the show.
In January 2022 John began his theatrical career in the a one-man show, The Night Larry Kramer Kissed Me at Wimbledons New Theatre. John commented at the time;
âIt was an opportunity to play somebody gay, and Iâd never done that before in my career, even though I am gay. On Outlander, Iâm playing a straight character, a guy whoâs very different to me, so it was nice".
In a recent interview John admited that 2 weeks before his Young Ian audition he was ready to give up acting. Opening up to Flip Your Wig, Bell explained: âIâve been in acting since I was eight so Iâve done a lot of big things that have had huge impacts.
âBut there was a moment in my career when I was about 16,17, when youâre trying to make that transition from a child to an adult actor, that I wasnât getting any work.
âI thought I was going to have to give everything up.
âI was ready to go to university and do something else so Outlander came about two, three weeks before I was supposed to start university and I got the audition and I got it.â
According to his IMDb profile, Bell also has another project in the works called The Man In The Box, a drama currently in production.
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Lyndon B. Johnson
Physique: Average Build Height: 6'3œ" (1.92 m)
Lyndon Baines Johnson (August 27, 1908 â January 22, 1973), often referred to by his initials LBJ, was an American politician who served as the 36th president of the United States from 1963 to 1969. He became president after the assassination of John F. Kennedy, under whom he had served as the 37th vice president from 1961 to 1963. A Democrat from Texas, Johnson also served as a U.S. representative and U.S. senator. Johnson is one of only three, along with Richard Nixon and Andrew Johnson, to have served in all four federally elected positions of the U.S. government. After he left office, Johnson suffered a heart attack and died on January 22, 1973 at the age of 64.
Tall, lanky and homely looking, during his administration he signed into law the Civil Rights Act (1964), the most comprehensive civil rights legislation since the Reconstruction era, initiated major social service programs, and bore the brunt of national opposition to his vast expansion of American involvement in the Vietnam War. He was also a philanderer of the highest order and a grade A dick, literally and figuratively, that is if you believe the rumors.
LBJ was married to Claudia Alta Taylor, known to her friends as "Lady Bird." The couple had two daughters. Throughout his life, LBJâs extramarital affairs were anything but discrete. His wife, endured his behavior, with only occasional reprimands. LBJ has been referred to as a "giant" of a man, a description only his late wife Lady Bird (and dozens of other younger women) could verify. When swapping tales of womanizing with his fellow Senators, he would often brag about it, saying things like âOld Jumbo sure got a workout last night.â Now that's swagger.
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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN
October 10, 2024
Heather Cox Richardson
Oct 11, 2024
Hurricane Milton made landfall yesterday evening as a Category 3 storm just south of Sarasota, Florida. Before the hurricane hit, thirty-eight tornadoes swept across thirteen counties in the state, putting about 1.26 million people under a tornado advisory. With the hurricane came high winds and water, including ten to twenty inches of rain in the Tampa area. And, although it was not the worst-case scenario people feared, eleven people are dead and about three million are without power because of the storm. The Federal Emergency Management Agency has been on the ground since before the storm hit.Â
In election news, today, The Atlantic endorsed Vice President Kamala Harris for president. This is only the fifth time since its founding in 1857 that The Atlantic has endorsed a presidential candidate. It is the third time it has endorsed Trumpâs opponent. It also endorsed Lyndon Baines Johnson in 1964 when he ran against extremist Arizona senator Barry Goldwater. And in 1860 it endorsed Abraham Lincoln.Â
The Atlanticâs endorsement of Harris echoes its earlier endorsement of Lincoln, not only in its thorough dislike of Trump as âone of the most personally malignant and politically dangerous candidates in American historyââan echo of its 1860 warning that this election âis a turning-point in our historyââbut because both endorsements show a new press challenging an older system.
In Public Notice today, Noah Berlatsky listed the many articles claiming that Harris is avoiding the press, including most recently a social media post from Politicoâs Playbook that read: âAfter avoiding the media for neigh [sic] on her whole campaign, Kamala Harris isâŠstill largely avoiding the media.â Berlatsky pointed out that Harris has taken questions from reporters as she campaigns and has sat down with the National Association of Black Journalists, CNN, Spanish language radio station Uforia, and Action News in Pennsylvania, and did a presidential debate with ABC News. Earlier this week, she appeared on 60 Minutes.
With Trump refusing to participate in another presidential debate, Vice President Harris today accepted CNNâs invitation to a live, televised town hall on October 23 in Pennsylvania. In the announcement, Harris-Walz campaign chair Jen OâMalley Dillon noted that Trump has confined his recent appearances to conservative media.
Indeed, Trump backed out of a 60 Minutes interview and has appeared only on the shows of loyalists. And yet, Berlatsky points out, he is not receiving similar criticism. Indeed, observers note that Trump has tended to get far more favorable coverage than his mental slips, open embrace of Nazi racism, fantastical lies, and criminal indictments deserve.Â
In a piece today, Matt Gertz of the media watchdog Media Matters reports that five major newspapersâthe Los Angeles Times, the New York Times, USA Today, the Wall Street Journal, and the Washington Postâproduced nearly four times as many articles about Democratic candidate Hillary Clintonâs email server in 2016 in the week after thenâFBI director James Comey announced new developments in the story than they did about the unsealing of a new filing in Trumpâs federal criminal indictment for alleged crimes related to the January 6 insurrection earlier this month.Â
âNone of the papers ran even half as many Trump indictment stories as they did on Clintonâs server,â Gertz wrote. âIndeed, every paper ran more front-page stories that mentioned Clintonâs server [than] they did total stories that referenced Trumpâs indictment.â âThe former president continues to benefit from news outlets grading him on a massive curve,â Gertz wrote, âresulting in relatively muted coverage for his nakedly authoritarian, unfathomably racist, and allegedly criminal behavior.â
On Tuesday, October 8, Ian Bassin and Maximillian Potter of the Columbia Journalism Review outlined Trumpâs longstanding attack on the U.S. media as âfake news,â an attack that is ongoing and obvious. (Just today, he threatened CBS and âall other Broadcast Licenses, because they are just as corrupt as CBSâand maybe even WORSE!â)
Bassin and Potter note that in his attacks on the media, Trump is following the pattern of authoritarians like Hungarian prime minister Viktor OrbĂĄn, who attacked media critics with audits, investigations, and harassment until he âdrove independent media from the field.â They also note the observation of Timothy Snyder, a scholar of authoritarianism, that power is often freely given to an authoritarian in anticipation of punishment, what Snyder calls âanticipatory obedience.âÂ
And yet, in the past in the U.S., when the media has appeared to become captive to established interests, new media have begun to give a voice to the opposition. In the 1850s, when elite enslavers stopped the circulation of newspapers and books calling for abolition, they prompted an explosion of new media that expressed the sentiments of those opposed to the expansion of human enslavement. Editor Horace Greeley led the way with the New-York Tribune in the 1840s. He was keenly aware of the importance of the new press and, as an early convert to the Republican Party, led his paper to become the anchor of a string of new Republican newspapers across the Northâincluding the Chicago Tribune and the New York Timesâthat spread the partyâs ideology.Â
The Atlantic Monthlyâs endorsement of Lincoln in 1860 was part of that movement, and poet James Russell Lowell, who wrote the endorsement, mocked the idea that the press should avoid causing trouble. âWe are gravely requested to have no opinion, or, having one, to suppress it, on the one topic that has occupied caucuses, newspapers, Presidentsâ messages, and congress, for the last dozen years, lest we endanger the safety of the UnionâŠ. In a democracy it is the duty of every citizen to think.â
Harris has nodded to established media, but as Berlatsky points out, there is very little payoff for her in focusing on those venues, since those audiences are generally already quite attuned to politics and are looking for new developments and scandals. In contrast, winning in 2024 means turning out new voters by finding new venues that offer them a political voice. Harris has recognized that media shift by focusing her media appearances on podcasts like Call Her Daddy, radio shows like Howard Sternâs, and television shows like The Late Show with Stephen Colbert and The View.Â
Campaign staffer Victor Shi noted that, based on averages, Harrisâs appearance on Call Her Daddy reached 5 million people, The View, 2.45 million; Howard Stern, 10 million; and Stephen Colbert, 3.2 millionâin all, 25 million or more people that traditional media do not reach. (Shi also called attention to the fact that on October 9, the campaign live streamed an Arizona rally by Minnesota governor and Democratic vice presidential candidate Tim Walz on the World of Warcraft Twitch stream.) Â
The Atlantic nodded to the free thought on which the magazine was founded in 1857 when it came out strongly for Harris today. It is endorsing Harris, it said, because she ârespects the law and the Constitution. She believes in the freedom, equality, and dignity of all Americans. Sheâs untainted by corruption, let alone a felony record or a history of sexual assault. She doesnât embarrass her compatriots with her language and behavior, or pit them against one another. She doesnât curry favor with dictators. She wonât abuse the power of the highest office in order to keep it. She believes in democracy. These, and not any specific policy positions, are the reasons The Atlantic is endorsing her.â
LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN
HEATHER COX RICHARDSON
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Hurricane Milton made landfall yesterday evening as a Category 3 storm just south of Sarasota, Florida. Before the hurricane hit, thirty-eight tornadoes swept across thirteen counties in the state, putting about 1.26 million people under a tornado advisory. With the hurricane came high winds and water, including ten to twenty inches of rain in the Tampa area. And, although it was not the worst-case scenario people feared, eleven people are dead and about three million are without power because of the storm. The Federal Emergency Management Agency has been on the ground since before the storm hit.Â
In election news, today, The Atlantic endorsed Vice President Kamala Harris for president. This is only the fifth time since its founding in 1857 that The Atlantic has endorsed a presidential candidate. It is the third time it has endorsed Trumpâs opponent. It also endorsed Lyndon Baines Johnson in 1964 when he ran against extremist Arizona senator Barry Goldwater. And in 1860 it endorsed Abraham Lincoln.Â
The Atlanticâs endorsement of Harris echoes its earlier endorsement of Lincoln, not only in its thorough dislike of Trump as âone of the most personally malignant and politically dangerous candidates in American historyââan echo of its 1860 warning that this election âis a turning-point in our historyââbut because both endorsements show a new press challenging an older system.
In Public Notice today, Noah Berlatsky listed the many articles claiming that Harris is avoiding the press, including most recently a social media post from Politicoâs Playbook that read: âAfter avoiding the media for neigh [sic] on her whole campaign, Kamala Harris isâŠstill largely avoiding the media.â Berlatsky pointed out that Harris has taken questions from reporters as she campaigns and has sat down with the National Association of Black Journalists, CNN, Spanish language radio station Uforia, and Action News in Pennsylvania, and did a presidential debate with ABC News. Earlier this week, she appeared on 60 Minutes.
With Trump refusing to participate in another presidential debate, Vice President Harris today accepted CNNâs invitation to a live, televised town hall on October 23 in Pennsylvania. In the announcement, Harris-Walz campaign chair Jen OâMalley Dillon noted that Trump has confined his recent appearances to conservative media.
Indeed, Trump backed out of a 60 Minutes interview and has appeared only on the shows of loyalists. And yet, Berlatsky points out, he is not receiving similar criticism. Indeed, observers note that Trump has tended to get far more favorable coverage than his mental slips, open embrace of Nazi racism, fantastical lies, and criminal indictments deserve.Â
In a piece today, Matt Gertz of the media watchdog Media Matters reports that five major newspapersâthe Los Angeles Times, the New York Times, USA Today, the Wall Street Journal, and the Washington Postâproduced nearly four times as many articles about Democratic candidate Hillary Clintonâs email server in 2016 in the week after thenâFBI director James Comey announced new developments in the story than they did about the unsealing of a new filing in Trumpâs federal criminal indictment for alleged crimes related to the January 6 insurrection earlier this month.Â
âNone of the papers ran even half as many Trump indictment stories as they did on Clintonâs server,â Gertz wrote. âIndeed, every paper ran more front-page stories that mentioned Clintonâs server [than] they did total stories that referenced Trumpâs indictment.â âThe former president continues to benefit from news outlets grading him on a massive curve,â Gertz wrote, âresulting in relatively muted coverage for his nakedly authoritarian, unfathomably racist, and allegedly criminal behavior.â
On Tuesday, October 8, Ian Bassin and Maximillian Potter of the Columbia Journalism Review outlined Trumpâs longstanding attack on the U.S. media as âfake news,â an attack that is ongoing and obvious. (Just today, he threatened CBS and âall other Broadcast Licenses, because they are just as corrupt as CBSâand maybe even WORSE!â)
Bassin and Potter note that in his attacks on the media, Trump is following the pattern of authoritarians like Hungarian prime minister Viktor OrbĂĄn, who attacked media critics with audits, investigations, and harassment until he âdrove independent media from the field.â They also note the observation of Timothy Snyder, a scholar of authoritarianism, that power is often freely given to an authoritarian in anticipation of punishment, what Snyder calls âanticipatory obedience.âÂ
And yet, in the past in the U.S., when the media has appeared to become captive to established interests, new media have begun to give a voice to the opposition. In the 1850s, when elite enslavers stopped the circulation of newspapers and books calling for abolition, they prompted an explosion of new media that expressed the sentiments of those opposed to the expansion of human enslavement. Editor Horace Greeley led the way with the New-York Tribune in the 1840s. He was keenly aware of the importance of the new press and, as an early convert to the Republican Party, led his paper to become the anchor of a string of new Republican newspapers across the Northâincluding the Chicago Tribune and the New York Timesâthat spread the partyâs ideology.Â
The Atlantic Monthlyâs endorsement of Lincoln in 1860 was part of that movement, and poet James Russell Lowell, who wrote the endorsement, mocked the idea that the press should avoid causing trouble. âWe are gravely requested to have no opinion, or, having one, to suppress it, on the one topic that has occupied caucuses, newspapers, Presidentsâ messages, and congress, for the last dozen years, lest we endanger the safety of the UnionâŠ. In a democracy it is the duty of every citizen to think.â
Harris has nodded to established media, but as Berlatsky points out, there is very little payoff for her in focusing on those venues, since those audiences are generally already quite attuned to politics and are looking for new developments and scandals. In contrast, winning in 2024 means turning out new voters by finding new venues that offer them a political voice. Harris has recognized that media shift by focusing her media appearances on podcasts like Call Her Daddy, radio shows like Howard Sternâs, and television shows like The Late Show with Stephen Colbert and The View.Â
Campaign staffer Victor Shi noted that, based on averages, Harrisâs appearance on Call Her Daddy reached 5 million people, The View, 2.45 million; Howard Stern, 10 million; and Stephen Colbert, 3.2 millionâin all, 25 million or more people that traditional media do not reach. (Shi also called attention to the fact that on October 9, the campaign live streamed an Arizona rally by Minnesota governor and Democratic vice presidential candidate Tim Walz on the World of Warcraft Twitch stream.) Â
The Atlantic nodded to the free thought on which the magazine was founded in 1857 when it came out strongly for Harris today. It is endorsing Harris, it said, because she ârespects the law and the Constitution. She believes in the freedom, equality, and dignity of all Americans. Sheâs untainted by corruption, let alone a felony record or a history of sexual assault. She doesnât embarrass her compatriots with her language and behavior, or pit them against one another. She doesnât curry favor with dictators. She wonât abuse the power of the highest office in order to keep it. She believes in democracy. These, and not any specific policy positions, are the reasons The Atlantic is endorsing her.â
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2023-24 1st NHL Games
October 10, 2023
Waltteri MerelÀ (Tampa Bay) vs. Nashville.
Connor Bedard (Chicago) at Pittsburgh.
Kevin Korchinski (Chicago) at Pittsburgh.
October 11, 2023
Fraser Minten (Toronto) vs. Montreal.
Matt Poitras (Boston) vs. Chicago.
Johnny Beecher (Boston) vs. Chicago.
Alex Laferriere (Los Angeles) vs. Colorado.
October 12, 2023
Adam Fantilli (Columbus) vs. Philadelphia.
Zach Benson (Buffalo) vs. New York Rangers.
Uvis Balinskis (Florida) at Minnesota.
Matthew Samoskevich (Florida) at Minnesota.
October 13, 2023
Logan Cooley (Arizona) at New Jersey.
October 14, 2023
Emil Andrae (Philadelphia) at Ottawa.
Pavel Mintyukov (Anaheim) at Vegas.
October 15, 2023
Matt Tomkins (Tampa Bay) at Ottawa.
October 16, 2023
Justin Sourdif (Florida) at New Jersey.
October 19, 2023
Leo Carlsson (Anaheim) vs. Dallas.
Tristan Luneau (Anaheim) vs. Dallas.
October 21, 2023
Hardy HĂ€man-Aktell (Washington) at Montreal.
Ryan Shea (Pittsburgh) at St. Louis.
Ty Emberson (San José) at Nashville.
October 24, 2023
John Ludvig (Pittsburgh) vs. Dallas.
October 25, 2023
Hunter Shepard (Washington) at New Jersey.
October 26, 2023
Dmitri Voronkov (Columbus) at Montreal.
Ilya Salauyou (Calgary) vs. St. Louis.
October 27, 2023
Daemon Hunt (Minnesota) at Washington.
October 28, 2023
Nikolas Matinpalo (Ottawa) at Pittsburgh.
November 1, 2023
Connor Zary (Calgary) vs. Dallas.
November 2, 2023
Mason Lohrei (Boston) vs. Toronto.
November 4, 2023
Marc Del Gaizo (Nashville) at Edmonton.
Ryan Johnson (Buffalo) at Toronto.
Roby JĂ€rventie (Ottawa) vs. Tampa Bay.
Magnus Chrona (San José) vs. Pittsburgh.
Raphaël Lavoie (Edmonton) vs. Nashville.
Martin PospĂĆĄil (Calgary) at Seattle.
November 7, 2023
OndĆej Pavel (Colorado) vs. New Jersey.
November 9, 2023
Ryan Winterton (Seattle) at Colorado.
November 13, 2023
Sam Malinski (Colorado) at Seattle.
November 16, 2023
Linus Karlsson (Vancouver) at Calgary.
November 22, 2023
Jayden Struble (Montreal) at Anaheim.
November 25, 2023
JiĆĂ Kulich (Buffalo) at New Jersey.
Isak Rosén (Buffalo) at New Jersey.
November 30, 2023
Sam Laberge (New Jersey) at Philadelphia.
December 1, 2023
Ć imon Nemec (New Jersey) vs. San JosĂ©.
December 3, 2023
Louis Crevier (Chicago) at Minnesota.
December 7, 2023
Ryker Evans (Seattle) vs. New Jersey.
December 8, 2023
Marc Johnstone (Pittsburgh) at Florida.
December 9, 2023
JiĆĂ Smejkal (Ottawa) at Detroit.
December 15, 2023
Adam Edström (New York Rangers) vs. Anaheim.
December 17, 2023
Angus Crookshank (Ottawa) at Vegas.
December 20, 2023
Ivan Miroshnichenko (Washington) vs. New York Islanders.
December 21, 2023
Emil Heineman (Montreal) at Minnesota.
December 30, 2023
Georgii Merkulov (Boston) vs. New Jersey.
January 4, 2024
Brennan Othmann (New York Rangers) vs. Chicago.
Declan Carlile (Tampa Bay) at Minnesota.
January 5, 2024
Vasili Ponomaryov (Carolina) at Washington.
January 6, 2024
Emil Martinsen-Lilleberg (Tampa Bay) at Boston.
Jack Thompson (Tampa Bay) at Boston.
Graeme Clarke (New Jersey) vs. Vancouver.
Lukas Cormier (Vegas) vs. New York Islanders.
January 8, 2024
Jason Polin (Colorado) vs. Boston.
January 9, 2024
Yan Kuznetsov (Calgary) vs. Ottawa.
January 10, 2024
Jesper Wallstedt (Minnesota) at Dallas.
January 11, 2024
Gage Goncalves (Tampa Bay) vs. New Jersey.
January 13, 2024
Phil Kemp (Edmonton) at Montreal.
Joshua Roy (Montreal) vs. Edmonton.
Max Crozier (Tampa Bay) vs. Anaheim.
January 15, 2024
Brendan Brisson (Vegas) vs. Nashville.
January 19, 2024
Kyle MacLean (New York Islanders) at Chicago.
January 20, 2024
Adam Klapka (Calgary) vs. Edmonton.
January 23, 2024
Olen Zellweger (Anaheim) vs. Buffalo.
January 27, 2024
Shakir Mukhamadullin (San José) vs. Buffalo.
February 16, 2024
Matt Villalta (Arizona) vs. Carolina.
February 18, 2024
Matt Rempe (New York Rangers) at New York Islanders.
February 19, 2024
Marshall Rifai (Toronto) at St. Louis.
Justin Brazeau (Boston) vs. Dallas.
Mason Morelli (Vegas) at San José.
February 20, 2024
Arshdeep Bains (Vancouver) at Colorado.
February 22, 2024
Zachary Bolduc (St. Louis) vs. New York Islanders.
February 24, 2024
Pierrick Dubé (Washington) at Florida.
Logan Stankoven (Dallas) at Carolina.
February 25, 2024
Brian Halonen (New Jersey) vs. Tampa Bay.
March 7, 2024
Patrik Koch (Arizona) vs. Minnesota.
March 12, 2024
Zack Ostapchuk (Ottawa) vs. Pittsburgh.
March 14, 2024
Marat Khusnutdinov (Minnesota) vs. Anaheim.
March 15, 2024
Landon Slaggert (Chicago) vs. Los Angeles.
March 17, 2024
Devin Cooley (San José) at Chicago.
March 21, 2024
Zach Dean (St. Louis) at Ottawa.
March 22, 2024
Jack St. Ivany (Pittsburgh) at Dallas.
March 24, 2024
Cam Crotty (Arizona) vs. Dallas.
March 26, 2024
Brandon Scanlin (New York Rangers) vs. Philadelphia.
James Malatesta (Columbus) at Arizona.
Josh Doan (Arizona) vs. Columbus.
Logan Morrison (Seattle) vs. Anaheim.
March 30, 2024
Cameron Butler (Columbus) vs. Pittsburgh.
April 1, 2024
Ivan Fedotov (Philadelphia) vs. New York Islanders.
Akil Thomas (Los Angeles) at Winnipeg.
April 6, 2024
Collin Graf (San José) vs. St. Louis.
April 9, 2024
Maksymilian Szuber (Arizona) at Seattle.
April 12, 2024
Ethan Del Mastro (Chicago) vs. Nashville.
Scott Morrow (Carolina) at St. Louis.
Sam Colangelo (Anaheim) vs. Calgary.
Liam Ăhgren (Minnesota) at Vegas.
April 14, 2024
Frank Nazar III (Chicago) vs. Carolina.
April 15, 2024
Lane Hutson (Montreal) at Detroit.
Georgi Romanov (San José) at Edmonton.
April 16, 2024
Logan Mailloux (Montreal) vs. Detroit.
Jackson Blake (Carolina) at Columbus.
Bradly Nadeau (Carolina) at Columbus.
Luca Del Bel Belluz (Columbus) vs. Carolina.
Gavin Brindley (Columbus) vs. Carolina.
April 17, 2024
Ruslan Iskhakov (New York Islanders) vs. Pittsburgh.
Aku RĂ€ty (Arizona) vs. Edmonton.
April 18, 2024
Nikita Chibrikov (Winnipeg) vs. Vancouver.
Brad Lambert (Winnipeg) vs. Vancouver.
William Gauthier (Anaheim) at Vegas.
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2023 in 12 movies (1 per months)
January
The Horse Whisperer (1998) directed by Robert Redford with Robert Redford, Kristin Scott Thomas, Scarlett Johansson, Sam Neil, Chris Cooper and Cherry Jones
[First Time]
February
L'Horloger de Saint-Paul (1974) directed by Bertrand Tavernier with Philippe Noiret, Jean Rochefort, Jacques Denis, Yves Afonso, Julien Bertheau and Jacques Hilling
[First Time]
March
The Fabelmans (2022) directed by Steven Spielberg with Gabriel LaBelle, Michelle Williams, Paul Dano, Seth Rogen, Keeley Karsten, Julia Butters and Judd Hirsch
[First Time]
April
The Third Man (1949) directed by Carol Reed with Joseph Cotten, Alida Valli, Orson Welles, Trevor Howard and Bernard Lee
[First Time]
May
The World, The Flesh and the Devil (1959) directed by Ranald MacDougall with Harry Belafonte, Inger Stevens and Mel Ferrer
[First Time]
June
La ciociara (1960) directed by Vittorio De Sica with Sophia Loren, Eleonora Brown, Jean-Paul Belmondo, Carlo Ninchi, Andrea Checchi and Pupella Maggio
[First Time]
July
Oppenheimer (2023) directed by Christopher Nolan with Cillian Murphy, Robert Downey Jr., Emily Blunt, Matt Damon, Florence Pugh, Josh Hartnett and Casey Affleck
[First Time]
August
Heat (1995) directed by Michael Mann with Al Pacino, Robert De Niro, Val Kilmer, Tom Sizemore, Diane Venora, Amy Brenneman, Dennis Haysbert, Donald Breedan and Ashley Judd
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September
Catch Me If You Can (2002) directed by Steven Spielberg with Leonardo DiCaprio, Tom Hanks, Christopher Walken, Nathalie Baye, Amy Adams, Martin Sheen, James Brolin and Brian Howe
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October
Le Grand Bain (2018) directed by Gilles Lellouche with Mathieu Amalric, Guillaume Canet, BenoĂźt Poelvoorde, Jean-Hugues Anglade, Philippe Katerine, FĂ©lix Moati, Alban Ivanov, Balasingham Thamilchelvan, Virginie Efira et LeĂŻla Bekhti
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November
Fools Rush In (1997) directed by Andy Tennant with Matthew Perry, Salma Hayek, Jon Tenney, Carlos GĂłmez, TomĂĄs MiliĂĄn, Siobhan Fallon et John Bennett Perry
[First Time]
December
The Great Race (1965) directed by Blake Edwards with Tony Curtis, Natalie Wood, Jack Lemmon, Peter Falk, Keenan Wynn et Ross Martin
[First Time]
Honourable Mentions :
Airplane! (1980)
Duel (1972)
Les Sentiments (2003)
The Carpetbaggers (1964)
Scoop (2006)
Mon crime (2023)
To Have and Have Not (1944)
The Super Mario Bros. Movie (2023)
The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (1962)
è„èèéŸ (2000)
The Glenn Miller Story (1954)
Le Dernier Voyage (2020)
Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid (1982)
L'ingorgo (1979)
Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989)
Adieu Gary (2008)
Conflict (1945)
Fahrenheit 451 (1966)
La Nuit américaine (1973)
Sorcerer (1977)
La Guerre des polices (1979)
Life of Pi (2012)
The Big Short (2015)
Le Hussard sur le toit (1995)
Excalibur (1981)
The Naked Gun: From the Files of Police Squad! (1988)
Bridget Jonesâs Diary (2001)
Le ProcĂšs Goldman (2023)
Enter the Dragon (1973)
Matrimonio all'italiana (1964)
Chaplin (1992)
La Vie de chĂąteau (1966)
Escape from Alcatraz (1979)
Au-delĂ des grilles (1949)
Second Tour (2023)
Le Couteau dans la plaie (1962)
The Eiger Sanction (1975)
JFK (1991)
Le Fugitif (1993)
Chef (2014)
Quai des OrfĂšvres (1947)
Appointment with Death (1988)
Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason (2004)
Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit (2005)
River of No Return (1954)
L'Assassinat du pÚre Noël (1941)
Dances with Wolves (1990)
Die GlasblÀserin (2016)
The Lion in Winter (1968)
Les MystĂšres de Paris (1962)
#2023 films#my top 12#cinema#cinematography#the horse whisperer#l'horloger de saint paul#the fabelmans#the third man#the world the flesh and the devil#la ciociara#oppenheimer#heat#catch me if you can#le grand bain#fools rush in#the great race#films#movies of 2023#bye 2023
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Yard workers walking the deck of USS FLORIDA (BB-30), at the New York Navy Yard.
Date: January 31, 1910
George Bain Collection.
Library of Congress: Lot-10777-3, Lot-10777-4
#USS FLORIDA (BB-30)#USS FLORIDA#Florida Class#Dreadnought#Battleship#Warship#Ship#United States Navy#U.S. Navy#US Navy#USN#Navy#New York Shipbuilding Corporation#New York Ship#Camden#New Jersey#East Coast#Delaware River#construction#January#1910#my post
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US Vogue January 1, 1957
Christian Dior for Cole
vogue archive
#us vogue#january 1957#fashion 50s#spring/summer#printemps/été#christian dior#cole#swimsuit#maillot de bain#advertising#publicité
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started in cold blood !! second time's a charm here's to not losing my dad's copy from 1981 on public transport halfway through this time <3
#january was. a very good month for reading actually!! luvved shuggie bain + excited to read the rest of the neopolitan books :-)#reading tag#hoping to read. in cold blood (obvs) + wuthering heights + the second neopolitan book at least in feb :-)
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Happy Birthday Scottish actor John (Hunter) Bell born 20th October 1997 in Paisley.
John got his first break in acting when he was eight years old through a Blue Peter competition to be in Doctor Who. He was a huge Doctor Who fan at the time and was doing drama classes, so when his parents heard about the competition, they entered him and he ended up winning. fellow Paisley actor David Tennant! And before anyone corrects me I know Tennant was born in Bathgate, but he moved to Paisley and was educated there!
Without that part in Doctor Who, John says he may not have pursued acting as a career. In fact, he nearly gave up on it altogether as a teenager.
In March 2008, he was the lead singing boy in a promotional trailer for the BBC 1 talent show âIâd Do Anythingâ, since then he has had some great acting roles, the most high profile must have been when he portrayed Bain, son of Bard the Bowman in two of the three epic Hobbit films. He also put in an appearance as Young Spud in T2 Trainspotting.
His TV work, for a 25 year old, is quite extensive, as well as Dr Who other shows have included Life of Riley, Tracey Beaker Returns, Hatfield & McCoys and Into the Badlands.
Of course young John is arguably most well known to the audience of the hit Starz show Outlander.
From season three onward he has been a recurring character, Jamieâs nephew, i.e âYoungâ Ian Murray, I enjoyed seeing him return to the fold, complete with Mohawk in the last season of the show.
In January 2022 John began his theatrical career in the a one-man show, The Night Larry Kramer Kissed Me at Wimbledons New Theatre. John commented at the time;
âIt was an opportunity to play somebody gay, and Iâd never done that before in my career, even though I am gay. On Outlander, Iâm playing a straight character, a guy whoâs very different to me, so it was nice".
Of the latest season of Outlander John says
'Young Ianâs journey up to this point through the whole season, weâre really arriving at him fully developed. Heâs not so young anymore. Heâs fallen in love with America, with this land of opportunity and endless possibilities. Heâs a passionate, loyal person, and he gets that from his uncle and his aunt. So of course, he is in for a penny, in for a pound in this fight and wants to give it his all. Itâs very exciting. Weâre gonna get to see a lot of warrior Ian again..... '
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my submission for the @fellowshipofthefics january trope roulette!!
i got neighbour au x scars, and i will be using bard x thranduil for this drabble!
featuring: modern au, pining bard, hot neighbour thranduil, and a small warning for a c!garette mention!!
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Bard spent far too much of his time watching his neighbour lounging by the pool.
Ever since Thranduil first moved in, Bard had been totally enraptured by him, and found any excuse to knock on his door and speak to him. One boring autumn afternoon heâd even had Tilda kick her ball into his back garden just so he would have to go and retrieve it. Sigrid informed him he was âdown badâ, whatever that meant.
But now it was summer, and he took a great deal of pleasure in watching as the blonde spread himself out on one of his lounge chairs, long legs glistening with the oil that had been rubbed onto them earlier and head tipped back in pure bliss as he soaked in the sun's rays.
Bardâs children often peeked in the door just to giggle at him as he draped himself across the window seat, leaning his elbows on the painted white windowsill just to watch their neighbour all afternoon. They wished he would just go and talk to him; they actually liked Thranduil and he was pretty much the only person they would approve of, should their dad decide to actually make a move.
âDa! Bain and I are heading out to sell cigarettes to the four year olds down the road!â Sigrid called in while biting down on her lip to keep herself from laughing, just to see what he would say.
âOh? Well, have fun my darlings. Make sure to put sunscreen on, donât want you to get burned!â
Sigrid and Bain fell apart into a fit of laughter before leaving him to it, and instead going out to get some ice cream with their friends. They didnât forget the sunscreen, of course.
The door slammed shut downstairs just as Bard noticed something interesting. His gaze flickered to Thranduilâs face, to his long blonde hair fanning out behind his head on the chair, to his lashes resting high beside his sharp cheekbones as his eyes remained closed in relaxation. To the way his pink lips parted ever so slightly, and the smooth expanse of his skin when his face was relaxed enough that the hard lines of a frown were missing from his features. All of these were quite normal for a sunny day by the pool, but something else happened, something Bard would have missed, had he looked away for a minute.
On one side of Thranduilâs face, the skin appeared to be slowly disappearing, inexplicably fading away to reveal what seemed like a horrible raw-looking burn underneath, making Bard grimace as he stared at it. Bard felt almost guilty for witnessing it; surely Thranduil only allowed this to happen as he thought no one was looking at him, letting his guard down as he was in the privacy of his own back gardenâŠ
The burn was gone almost as soon as it came, replaced by the soft dewy skin Bard was so used to seeing.
And though the burn didnât make Thranduil any less beautiful to Bard, it did mean one thingâŠ
His neighbour was much more mysterious than he had originally thought.
#barduil#barduil drabble#barduil fanfic#bard x thranduil#thranduil x bard#fotfics#fellowship of the fics#drabble
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