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enticingmelanin · 3 months ago

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The Best Man: Aaron Pierre x Reader Fic

The Best Man || Aaron Pierre x Reader

Rating: E for Erotic.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, and Explicit Language. 18+ Only.

Word Count: 2k+

Summary: Things get hot and heavy between you—the maid of honor—and Aaron, the best man. And let’s just say, he’s living up to that title in every possible way.

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Drinks were flowing, music was pumping, great conversations were being had, and romance was in the air.

You were filled with joy watching your best friend since the 9th grade, Sophia, get married to her now-husband, Kelvin. You weren't just honored to witness it—you were her maid of honor. The entire day had been a whirlwind of nerves, happy tears, laughter, and utter bliss. You loved a good wedding, and it wasn’t every day you got to attend one, let alone be part of something so beautiful. So you were soaking it all in—every moment, every detail.

Something else you wanted to soak in—or rather, someone—was Kelvin’s best friend and best man, Aaron Pierre.

He looked unfairly good tonight in that black tux, just a little loosened at the collar now, his smile as sharp as it was warm. You’d felt his stare more than once across the candlelit table, both of you trying to play it cool as you mingled with guests, danced with cousins and aunties, and stayed just enough apart. But there was no mistaking it: the magnetic pull was there.

You and Aaron had been quietly, delicately dating long distance for about 2 months now. Not because you weren’t proud of him, or because he didn’t want to shout it from rooftops—but because the timing, the spotlight, his HBO series Lanterns filming between LA, London, and Atlanta... all of it called for care. And you both valued your privacy. He still managed to stay consistent—FaceTime dates, good morning texts, long calls after wrap days. And now, with filming wrapped, this wedding weekend had been your first chance to physically be in the same place with a moment to breathe.

You reached for your glass of champagne, your black gown catching the light—the jeweled corseted top glittering like stars. The fabric hugged you perfectly, making you feel regal, powerful, and just a little dangerous. A server passed by. You took a breath. Then, tapping your fork gently against your glass, you stood.

The room slowly quieted. All eyes turned. And though you were used to speaking in front of crowds, this one made your heartbeat drum against your ribs—because your voice, tonight, was for love.

“I wasn’t planning to give a big speech. I'm shy,” you began, catching Sophia’s eye at the head of the table, her smile bright through the flicker of candlelight. “But this day… this day has been too beautiful not to say something.”

A soft hush settled around the room. Aaron’s gaze found you again. Steady. Warm. Unwavering.

“When I think about love,” you said, “I think about my best friend since the 9th grade. I think about the long nights we stayed up dreaming about our futures, what kind of men we’d fall for, who would make us laugh, protect our peace, and dance with us in kitchens when no one was watching.”

You paused, your voice catching slightly before you smiled.

“And today, I watched her live it. I watched her marry the man who sees her exactly as she is and loves her for all of it. Kelvin, you are everything I hoped she’d find. And Sophia… you’ve always been the heart in any room.”

A few guests dabbed their eyes. You glanced down at your glass, then back up again.

“This day has been magic—nerves, happy tears, laughter… utter bliss. And I just want to raise a glass to that kind of love. The kind you grow into, the kind you choose, the kind that makes even the hard days worth it.”

You lifted your glass, your voice gentle but sure. “To Sophia and Kelvin—may your love be bold like red roses, steady like white ones, and may it always feel like coming home.”

Applause broke around you. You made your way over to Sophia and pulled her into a warm embrace, the two of you whispering soft I love yous through the emotion. Kelvin soon wrapped his arms around you both, completing the heartfelt group hug. Back at your seat to sit back down, heart still fluttering, and about to glance in Aaron’s direction, he was already there—pulling out the chair beside you.

His hand brushed yours under the table, a silent promise, a quiet fire.

And as the music picked back up, and Sophia laughed into her new husband’s shoulder, you leaned into the moment, letting yourself feel everything. Joy. Love. Anticipation. And the electric thrill of something just beginning.

The melody of Alicia Keys’ “Un-thinkable” began to play, sending butterflies fluttering in your stomach. The DJ extended the beat, giving people time to join the dance floor. Instantly, Sophia and Kelvin made their way to the center, wrapped in each other’s arms, swaying slowly to the rhythm.

“Can I have this dance?�� a deep voice with that dangerously enticing London accent murmured in your ear.

You turned, meeting Aaron’s beautiful turquoise-and-gray eyes. Blushing, you nodded, letting him take your hand and lead you onto the floor. Nestled between other couples, his arm slid around your waist, pulling you close, your bodies moving in sync with the music.

“I was wonderin’, maybe, could I make you my baby? If we do the unthinkable, would it make us look crazy? If you ask me, I'm ready…”

As the lyrics floated around you and your eyes locked with his, the truth between you settled like a secret only your bodies could confess. You were thinking the same thing—ready to claim and be claimed in every way. If he asked, you were more than willing to be his woman.

“That was a beautiful speech,” Aaron murmured, his voice low and intimate, meant only for you. “I hope I fit the man you dreamed of falling for.”

You smiled, emotion catching in your throat as you held back tears. “You exceed those dreams.”

A slow smirk curved his lips as he lifted your hand, placing a soft kiss to the back of it. “If I asked you to meet me upstairs once this song is over... would you?” he asked, a mischievous twinkle lighting his eyes.

Your breath caught, but you didn’t hesitate. “Yes,” you breathed, biting your lip.

He gave a small nod, then leaned his forehead gently against yours as the two of you melted into the rest of the song. Across the room, Sophia caught your eye over Kelvin’s shoulder and mouthed, I knew it. You giggled and stuck your tongue out playfully.

As the final chords faded, Aaron pulled back slightly, eyes steady on yours. “Meet me upstairs in five. Room 306,” he said, then slipped away into the crowd.

You played it cool, walking back to your table. You finished the last sip of your champagne, letting the bubbles settle your nerves, then grabbed your clutch and made your way to the elevators.

Ding!

You stepped off and followed the gold-plated signs. Just as you raised your hand to knock, the door flew open. Aaron pulled you inside, swept you off your feet, and kissed you with the kind of hunger that said he’d been waiting all night.

Your clutch hit the floor as your arms wrapped around his neck, matching his intensity. His tongue traced the seam of your lips, and you opened for him without hesitation. You melted into the kiss, savoring the plush feel of his lips, the solid strength of his embrace. He nipped your bottom lip gently, then paused to catch his breath.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” he said, voice husky. “Well... really every day since we started seeing each other. Life’s been crazy and exciting, but you’ve been that extra anchor—my peace. I know it hasn’t been easy, but your patience... it’s meant everything to me.”

His eyes burned into yours as he continued. “I know I’ve got what it takes to give you everything you deserve. And if you’ll let me, I’d love to be your man. I’m all in, baby.”

You kissed him slow and sweet, sealing the moment. “I’m all in too. All yours, Mr. Pierre.”

His grin stretched wide, all 32 teeth on display, full of joy and promise. “I think that calls for a celebration..” he said, his gaze dropping to your jeweled corset. “Think we can manage getting this dress off safely? You look stunning, but I’ve been fantasizing about you out of it all night.”

You moaned as his lips found your neck, your nipples tightening against the fabric, your thong growing damp with anticipation.

“I think... we’ll manage,” you purred between gasps. “Take it off.”

Aaron moved behind you and loosened the strings of your dress. Once it no longer hugged your body like a glove, he slowly pulled it down, and you carefully stepped out. As you bent over to undo the straps of your heels, a firm smack met your ass, making you gasp.

“Keep them on, princess. Go sit on the sofa,” he commanded—gentle, but firm.

You obeyed, settling onto the plush couch as he stood in front of you. His eyes roamed your body, drinking in the sight. He slowly undid his tuxedo jacket and removed his shoes before slipping it off completely. Your pussy clenched at the sight of him—golden skin, muscular build, pronounced six-pack. His dick was thick, hard, long, and slightly curved. He looked handcrafted by the heavens, and you couldn’t help but trail a hand down to your covered pussy, slowly rubbing as the ache for him grew.

He bit his lip, eyes locked on the growing wet spot between your legs. Draping his tux and your gown over the armchair, he pulled a gold foil packet from his pocket and made his way over to you, eyes intense—like a predator stalking its prey. Kneeling between your legs, he gently moved your hand out of the way and slid your thong off with your help, your hips lifting in anticipation.

“Damn,” he murmured, staring at your glistening pussy. “I know we have to be quick, but I have to taste you,” he said, then began kissing the inside of your thighs.

His eyes found yours just before his lips met your center. You gasped as his tongue began circling your clit, slow and deliberate. Your breath hitched, back arching, but Aaron gripped your thighs, pulling you closer to his mouth.

He French kissed your lower lips, then gently sucked your clit while watching your body unravel. “Oh, baby…” you moaned, fingers threading through his soft, thick curls. Aaron groaned, sending light vibrations through you, before plunging his tongue deep inside. Your hips writhed, your stomach caved—all your nerves lit up between your thighs. Your moans grew louder as his thumb joined in, rubbing slow circles over your clit while his tongue fucked you faster.

“Oh my God… mmm! Baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” you whimpered, head tilting back.

Aaron hummed in satisfaction, then traded his tongue for two fingers, flicking and sucking your clit while pumping inside you.

“Uuunhhh! Shit, shit… mmm,” you cried out as your release spilled onto his fingers. He slid them out and brought them to your lips, licking up every drop of you. You eagerly accepted his fingers into your mouth, muffling your moans as you tasted yourself.*

Satisfied with his cleanup, his lips trailed kisses up your stomach to your chest, stopping briefly to suck your nipples before capturing your mouth in a sensual kiss. You moaned softly, tasting your own essence on his tongue.

The tearing of foil filled the air, and moments later you felt the thick tip of him at your entrance. As he pushed forward, you gasped against his lips.

“Mmm... you feel me, baby?” he moaned, straightening up as he slowly filled you.

“Unh... yes, Daddy. You’re so big…”

“You can take it, princess. Just breathe. Feel me,” he instructed, setting a slow, deliberate pace. He fed your clenching pussy inch by inch. You reached for his forearms as he gripped your waist. You tried not to dig your nails into his skin, but with every deep, intoxicating stroke, he made it nearly impossible.

The rhythmic slap of your thighs and ass meeting his pelvis filled the room, harmonizing with the moans and groans between you. His strokes quickened as you stretched around him perfectly. His smoldering gaze drifted down to where your bodies connected, and a deep growl rumbled from his chest.

“Mmm... look at you takin’ me so well,” he moaned, watching you coat his length. His hand slid down your torso as he lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder. The moment his eyes locked back on yours, his thumb found your clit and began to rub, just as he drove into you harder.

“Oh, fuuuuck,” you cried out at the added stimulation, your hand flying to press against his flexing abs. Feeling the power of him beneath your palm stirred the orgasm building deep inside you.

“You can push all you want... mmm. I’m not going anywhere, baby. Not until you cum on this dick,” he groaned, voice thick with emotion. “I missed you so fuckin’ much,” he breathed as he began to pound into you deeper, his hefty balls smacking against your ass with every thrust.

You wanted to tell him how much you missed him too, but the way he hit every spot just right—and the way his thumb kept working your clit—made it nearly impossible to form words. Instead, you reached for his face and pulled him into a deep, needy kiss. Everything you couldn’t say poured out through that kiss, and he felt it—knew the longing was mutual. The clench of your walls, your whimpers and cries, and the arch of your back told him everything he needed to know.

“Cum for me, beautiful... Ooh, shit. Look at me,” he growled against your lips, pressing his forehead to yours. Your eyes fluttered open, locking onto his—and that was all it took to ignite the fire burning inside you.

“Cum on your dick, baby.”

Your dick…

Something about the way it rolled off his tongue—how he claimed you as his—pushed you over the edge. The fire within you erupted, and you came with his name on your lips. Watching you writhe and fall apart sent him spiraling right after. His dick throbbed as he came deep inside you, lips latching onto your neck to muffle his guttural moan.

The rhythmic slaps slowed, then stilled with his final thrust. Both of you worked to catch your breath. He peppered your neck with soft, tender kisses, trailing up to your lips. You shared a slow, deep kiss, then whispered against his mouth, “I missed you too.”

After freshening up and getting redressed, you both made your way to the elevators, hand in hand.

“You catch the first one, and I’ll wait for the next—space us out a lil,” he said with a grin.

You nodded and giggled softly, hoping no one caught on to what just happened.

“I hope you know that was just a preview of what’s to come tonight. I’m not done with you,” he growled in your ear, his hand warm at your waist as you waited.

A chill ran up your spine.

“I’m counting on it, Daddy,” you purred just as the elevator doors opened. You placed a quick kiss on his lips before stepping inside, descending to the main floor.

You reentered the reception just in time for your bestie and bestie-in-law to cut their cake. Standing by your seat, you pulled out your phone to snap photos of the beautiful couple. As you watched Sophia feed Kelvin a bite of fluffy red velvet cake, a quiet thought crept in—maybe you were on a similar path.

Almost as if answering that thought, Aaron appeared beside you and handed you a fresh glass of champagne. He winked, and you returned it with a soft smile.

Looks like the best man just might be the best man for you…

The End.

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Just a lil smutty romantic moment for my babes. I hope you enjoyed it. Masterlist coming soon! My taglist is always open, feel free to join the gang. xoxo

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justinspoliticalcorner · 3 months ago

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Jessica Valenti at Abortion, Every Day:

This week, a Georgia woman was arrested for her miscarriage. I’ll let that sit with you a moment. The 24-year-old—found bleeding and unconscious outside her apartment complex—was charged with ‘concealing a death’ and ‘abandoning a dead body’ after placing fetal remains in the trash. Georgia has no law dictating how to dispose of miscarriage remains, but police arrested her anyway. Her mugshot is already splashed across the local crime pages. Did you know that one million American women miscarry every year? I hope the cops are ready to run out of film. While this young woman sat behind bars, Georgia lawmakers considered a bill that would lock up even more women: The Prenatal Equal Protection Act (HB 441) would charge abortion patients as murderers—a crime punishable by life in prison or the death penalty. You wouldn’t know it from looking at the headlines. From the Associated Press to the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, HB 441 is being covered as a “total abortion ban” rather than a radical step toward punishing women. Fertility doctors could also be jailed for life; under HB 441, discarding frozen embryos would be a criminal offense. Fertility specialist Dr. Karenne Fru asked lawmakers at a Thursday hearing, “Am I guilty of murder? That makes me a serial killer.” This isn’t an issue of a single extremist state. The legislation in Georgia is one of eleven ‘equal protection’ bills that have been introduced across the country since the start of the year. All of them seek to punish women who have abortions. The rest of us, of course, remain suspect: An Idaho legislator explained to a reporter last month that his ‘equal protection’ bill would allow for the investigation of miscarriages. We’re barely three years out from the end of Roe. Still think feminists are ‘hysterical’?

We warned that this would happen. For decades, feminists screamed from the rooftops that banning abortion would kill women and jail miscarriage patients. In response, we were accused of fear-mongering—called career overreactors desperate to paint all women as victims. I don’t know if it was a knee-jerk distaste of feminism or straight-up denial, but too many Americans never believed we would get here. Now that we are here, too many Americans don’t seem to realize it. Maybe that’s because it barely warrants a mention in the country’s top publications. You can blame it on the constant overwhelm of political news and overstretched newsrooms, but think about it this way: One in four American women will have an abortion. If nearly a dozen states were considering legislation to jail a quarter of all American men, do you think the front pages would be silent? One in five women will have a miscarriage. If police started arresting men for something that happens to 20 percent of them, do you think anyone would stand for it? We all know the answer. I first wrote about the young woman arrested in Georgia three days ago. That’s an eternity in journalism, yet the story still hasn’t been picked up by a single major news outlet. I’d like to demand outrage, but at this point I’d settle for acknowledgement. Is this just our new normal? Women being arrested if a cop doesn’t like how they miscarried, and lawmakers debating whether to put us to death before breaking for fucking lunch? Has everyone lost their minds? I know there’s a lot going on, but surely the personhood of half the population rates a smattering of attention!

Anti-abortion insanity: a 24-year old Georgia woman was arrested for her miscarriage.

#Anti Abortion Extremism #Criminalization of Abortion #Miscarriages #Abortion #Overton Window #Georgia HB441

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biggerbetterbat · 2 years ago

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WITH YOU | masterlist

Summary: When Glenn brings back a girl, Daryl Dixon doesn't know that she'll be the most important thing in his life. Story about finding soulmate when the world is ending

Daryl Dixon x reader!oc (season 1-?)

General Warnings: adult language/content, violence, descriptions of blood/injury, characters deaths, typical TWD themes. It will follow the plotline - maybe slightly different at some points. There will be plotlines and dialogue from the show. There will be descriptions of reader and her character, because it's more of fanfiction.

DAYLIGHT ON WATTPAD

"Cause when you're gone, I've lost myself away And I've never wanted to feel so wrong When I'm in love with you"

Marissa&EMO 365 Days

PART 1

ACT 1: ATLANTA

[1] SHATTERED DREAMS

[2] THE DAY THAT WORLD WENT TO SHIT

[3] HOPE CALLED GLENN RHEE

[4] THANK GOD DARYL DIXON IS NOT A WALKER

[5] THIS IS NOT A SUMMER CAMP

[6] HELICOPTER BOY

[7] OPERATION MERLE, OPERATION LAUNDRY

[8] DIFFERENT OPINION

[9] THE END OF THE SHANELEADERSHIP

[10] GOOD LUCK TO US THEN

[11] WERE YOU AN ADULT FILMS ACTRESS BEFORE?

CHARLIE’S DREAM

[12] TS-19

ACT 2: THE FARM

[13] JUST NEVER STOP

[14] POOR THING, YOU ARE

[15] WE HAVE CANDIES

[16] THE CHICK

[17] AND DARYL’S HERE

[18] GLENN’s DAY

[19] A WALKER IN THE ROOM

[20] LOST AND FOUND

[21] I LOVE YOU

[22] THAT’S RANDALL

LESSON

[23] DYING IS EASY

[24] SORRY, BROTHER

[25] TO PROTECT GLENN AND DARYL

[26] OLD MCDONALD HAD A FARM

ACT 3 PRISON

[27] HOME SWEET HOME

[28] DEAL

[29] I PROMISE

[30] THE KILLER I AM

[31] I’M SORRY

[32] THIS IS NOT A GOODBYE

[33] THE SOUR TASTE OF BETRAYAL

THE DIXON BROTHERS

[34] OLD AQUAIATANCE

[35] DECISIONS

[36] GREATER REASON

ACT 4: LIMBO

[37] BACK

[38] A GUT FEELING

[39] THE MELODY

[40] BLESS ME FATHER FOR I HAVE SINNED

A DREAM OR NOT

[41] I WILL FIND YOU

[42] TERMINUS

[43] HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FOREST

HIS REDEMPTION

[44] TODAY I BURY YOU

[45] AT THE END OF THE TRACKS

PART 2

ACT 5: ALEXANDRIA

[1] LET THE JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL

[2] WHAT HAPPENED AT THE LORD’s HOUSE

APARTMENT IN ATLANTA

[3] A TRAP

[4] PAYING THE HIGH COST OF LIVING

[5] FROM A FRIEND

[6] KNOCKING ON HEAVEN’s DOORS

[7] COMMUNITY

[8] WEAK

[9] SOMETHING INSIDE OF ME

ACT 6

[10] THEN

[11] IN THE MEANTIME

[12] NOW

[13] BETTER DAYS

[14] BIGGER WORLD

[15] TIME OF DECISION

[16] CAPTURED

[17] FORTIFICATIONS

[18] THE DEATH WILL COME

[19] THE NIGHT BEFORE THE END

[20] THE END

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl x reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl twd #daryl dixon twd #daryl the walking dead #daryl dixon series

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dandelionsresilience · 8 months ago

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Dandelion News - October 22-28

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1. Industrial wastelands to wildlife oases: Five nature wins that have actually worked

“[An archipelago in the Indian ocean] experienced a major whale comeback after signing up to a debt for nature swap[….] In Sri Lanka's capital of Colombo, local efforts have transformed what was once a rubbish dump to a wetland teeming with [wildlife….]”

2. Louisville launches America’s first 100% electric garbage truck fleet

““These innovative EV collection trucks will fulfill our trash, compost and recycling needs, reduce noise pollution, and include larger windshields to increase each driver’s field of vision and lower greenhouse gas emissions[….]” [The trucks are equipped with] audible devices that alert nearby drivers and pedestrians to compensate for their quieter operations.”

3. How a nearly extinct crocodile species returned from the brink in Cambodia

“By the late nineties, [Siamese crocodiles] were thought to be extinct. […] Today there are about 1,000 Siamese crocodiles in the wild[….] The first crocodiles were reintroduced into the wild in 2012 and they have begun breeding in the wild: over a hundred eggs were discovered in the forests in July, the most so far.”

4. Before his death, this conservative combat veteran filmed a PSA advocating for his transgender son

““Eric [“a conservative South Carolina U.S. Army combat veteran and father of a transgender child”] believed in the importance of freedom for trans kids — the right to live authentically and without fear,” [his widow] said. “He saw this not as a political issue but as a human one, recognizing that every child deserves the chance to thrive and feel whole.”” [Curator’s note: obviously, utmost condolences to Eric’s family; I’m including this as good news because it’s impactful to see a respectable member of the political party more often known for transmisia instead publicly advocating for his son’s human - not just political - rights]

5. Azores to create largest Marine Protected Area in North Atlantic – and a 'blueprint' for the rest of the world

““The Azores’ waters are a hotspot for marine life, hosting a third of the world's whale and dolphin species,[…” and harbouring] “cold-water corals and sponge fields that act as nurseries and feeding grounds for countless species, from deep-sea sharks to commercially valuable fish stocks.””

6. ‘It’s a big lever for change’: the radical contract protecting Hamburg’s green space

“Citizen power forced Germany’s greenest city-state into a binding agreement balancing housing and nature[….] The authorities signed an agreement with the citizen’s initiative to protect 30% of Hamburg’s land area – 10% as untouchable nature reserves and 20% with a looser conservation status – and ensure the share of public green space in the city rises over time.”

7. Behind the Scenes at the Federal Bee Lab Powered by Native Plants

“Once native plants reappeared at the lab, he says, the impact was dramatic. In the first year, many of the region’s 200 native bee species arrived in droves. [… B]irds Droege had never before seen on the premises began to turn up to feed on the native plant seeds[….]”

8. Atlanta neighborhood hired case manager to address rising homelessness. It's improving health and safety for everyone

“Michael Nolan, an Intown Cares social worker, is trained in an approach that emphasizes individual autonomy and dignity, recognizes that being homeless is a traumatic experience, and prioritizes access to housing. [… H]iring a social worker has enabled East Atlanta Village to resolve conflicts gently, through conversation and negotiation.”

9. Loggerhead Sea Turtle Nests Make a Remarkable Comeback in Greece

“As long-lived and migratory species, [loggerheads] contribute to the health of seagrass beds and coral reefs, which are vital habitats for many marine organisms. Their nesting activities also contribute to beach ecosystems and help promote biodiversity.”

10. Rapid genome analysis of a Whippet sighthound sets new standard for biodiversity research

“[Scientists] have sequenced and analyzed the complete genome of a Whippet sighthound in less than a week. […] Rapid analysis is increasingly important for the conservation of endangered species, [… giving] insights into their biological relationships, evolution and adaptations to environmental conditions.”

October 15-21 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

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howtofightwrite · 2 years ago

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in a lot of zombie stories like The Walking Dead, the only way to kill a zombie is to destroy the brain. Given that the skull is designed to protect one of our most important organs, how hard would this be on average? Would it be easier with bladed weapons like a hatchet vs blunt weapons like a baseball bat? And while killing anything is easier with a gun, I’ve heard headshots can be quite hard to nail. Is this something that can get better with practice, or will it always be something of a crapshoot?

Honestly? Thinking about it, destroying the brain to put down the zombie doesn't make that much sense. The first problem is the brain itself. The skull is pretty good at protecting the brain most of the time, but that's more impressive when you consider just how fragile the brain is. It's very soft tissue, suspended in fluid. It's also one of the first organs to really suffer from decomposition.

Particularly, the brain is the organ you have to really worry about when someone flatlines. It will start suffering serious damage within 30 seconds of being deprived of oxygen. Within minutes of death, it undergoes irreversible chemical changes and starts to break down, so, it follows that, the brain isn't going to be in a usable state by the time the zombie virus tries to claw its way back to the living.

This is a different kind of problem with living “zombies,” such as the 28 Days series or REC. Though, in those cases, the zombies would have a very limited shelf life, as the strain of the virus would kill them long before the second film rolled around. But, in those cases, massive trauma should still kill the zombie, so you don't really need headshots, when a shotgun, center mass, will get the job done.

For clarity, you know there's no way to answer that comment about headshots without sounding like a psychopath, right? The short answer is that, yeah, if you' know what you're doing, and you know your gun, you can hit a small, semi-mobile target at medium range. A sapient being? That's harder, people don't tend to present their head for a convenient bullet, like a video game shooting gallery, but, with practice, you can reliably hit a head sized target at about 30m. Landing that shot against a live person running for cover or shooting back might be a bit tricky, but against a shambling, reanimated, corpse, it should be pretty doable. Obviously, I don't have a lot of first hand experience shooting reanimated corpses, so I'm having to make some educated guesses here.

However, having just said that, I'm immediately reminded of something the Resident Evil 2 remake pointed out: Shooting someone in the head doesn't mean you destroyed their brain. Surprisingly, shooting someone in the head will only kill them about 98% of the time, so I can see some logic in the thought process.

That said, shooting zombies tends to run up against a problem, that doesn't make a lot of sense when you step back and think about it. Generally you don't want to shoot zombies because the sound will attract more zombies, and there are inevitably more zombies than you have bullets. This the exact scenario that The Walking Dead works with. So, I have one small question: How did we get here?

Before we go any further, and spoilers for a comic book that published 15 years ago, but The Walking Dead did answer that. (The TV series and comic have different answers. In the TV series it's a virus from space that reanimates corpses, in the comic book it was a presumably supernatural force reanimating the dead. Though, it might have become a space virus now. I stopped reading the comic when it just got too goddamn depressing.)

When you're looking at a city like Atlanta (from The Walking Dead), and you're facing something north of six million zombies, yeah, that's a serious problem. You can't headshot six million zombies. But how did you get six million zombies? Six million zombies is a problem that can't be solved with brute force. Six-hundred-thousand zombies is a problem that can't be solved with brute force. But, sixty-thousand zombies? That can be contained. Six thousand zombies is an orderly riot. Six hundred zombies can be locked in a building and disposed of. Sixty zombies can be easily contained and neutralized. Six zombies? You can send out animal control and nip that problem in bud before there's an outbreak. And without higher brain function, there's basically no chance of patient zero avoiding detection.

But, I know the answer to this one, “well, they sent cops to catch patient zero, and the cops got bitten, then they turned in the hospital, and...” this would be a lot more plausible if rabies didn't exist. Actually, with the reputation of American police, there's basically no chance a zombie gets within biting distance. But, even if they did get closer, you know what else likes to bite cops? Meth heads. You know who has more higher brain function than a zombie? Meth heads.

Is there zero chance of a first responder getting bitten by a zombie? No, there's a chance. There's basically zero chance of that zombie biting anyone else, and on the slim possibility that the infected first responder turns and manages to chomp on one of their coworkers, there is no chance that the infection daisy chains out from there.

There's also a real likelihood that any growing outbreak will suffer, “a negative biomass shift,” as it tries to expand. That is to say, if someone sends twenty soldiers to contain 100 zombies, and those soldiers are overrun and infected, you're not going to have 120 zombies. You probably won't have 100 zombies, after they're infected and turned. So long as those soldiers drop more than two zombies, the horde will experience negative population growth. Incidentally, it doesn't matter if this is a modern or medical fantasy setting, in either case, the zombies aren't going to be able to put up much of a fight against armed and armored troops. Militaries train to fight against sapient foes, while zombies are going to be little more than training dummies. Even if they are eventually overwhelmed by the hoard, the hoard only gets a few corpses to replace all the zombies it lost. (Note: This doesn't apply if you have necromancers raising undead forces, in those cases, the actual loss of zombies will be minimal, as they reanimate zombies that were damaged enough to break their previous reanimation, but could still be used on the battlefield, so in this specific case, the goal would need to be more egregious destruction of the corpses.)

So how did we get to six million zombies? Any zombie outbreak will be at its most vulnerable when there are only a handful of infected. This even applies, to some extent, when you're looking at non-traditional zombie scenarios, such as fungal infections. Zombies are generally not very stealthy. (Ignoring The Walking Dead (TV)'s ninja zombies for the moment.) So, if you have a biohazard situation like that, unless there's a very long incubation period (which most zombies don't exhibit), then the danger of them going undetected and reaching critical mass is pretty limited.

Also, once you start looking at urban environments, that's not a great space for zombies to navigate. Things like storm drains and security barriers can effectively stop zombie advancement through an urban environment. Sure, zombies might be a threat to massive glass windows on the ground floor, but how are they going to operate the elevators, or the keycard reader to get into the stairs? Much less climb multiple flights of stairs to find the survivors? They might be able to chase them up the stairs, but getting there under their own initiative? Not so much. Same problem with any structure that puts steel bars on the windows. Zombies can't get in, or out.

After that, there's still the problem of decomposition. Dead bodies don't typically hold up particularly well. Maybe there's an embalmed zombie out there somewhere, shambling around, years after the outbreak, but most of the corpses will, quite literally, fall apart in a couple weeks. (Probably less, if they're chasing after survivors and slamming into walls.)

Having said all of that, I don't hate zombie fiction. Zombies can be a fantastic metaphor. You can even come up with compelling and interesting zombie scenarios. I know I just said it was implausible, but I don't hate The Last of Us's scenario, even if I do have some issues with some of the writing (specifically in the last few levels of the first game, before anyone asks.)

So, would it be hard to kill a zombie? Usually no. You might have some exceptions, such as magically reanimated corpses that really don't need to be intact to continue trying to kill you. Dead Space's necromorphs come to mind as an excellent example of creative zombie assembly.

The issue is usually the volume of zombies, just the sheer number threatening to pour out onto the street at any moment. Which requires that things went exceptionally wrong in ways that don't really make a lot of sense when you step back and think about it.

The issue wasn't shooting one zombie in the head, it was the next ten, and the next hundred, and the next thousand. Because, in those numbers, it doesn't really matter if they're easy to kill, there will always be more.

-Starke

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Love Online Chapter 40

Warning: this chapter has some sad scenes. Nothing too major but some scenes that might be hard for some. I don't want to say what and spoil the story, but just wanted to give the warning.

After their bath Chris helps Merida dry off. She starts to grab her clothes to put them back on, but Chris stops her and tells her to leave them off. They climb into bed and snuggle up together. They make love a few more times before they finally fall asleep snuggled up together. They spend the next day relaxing in the hotel and making love. They even get into some tickle fights, which Chris always wins. He grabs Merida's hands so she can't tickle him back.

"Chris! That's not fair!" She says laughing.

Chris smiles and then leans forward and kisses her. "I love you Mer. I love you so much."

"I love you too."

Later that afternoon they pack up and head back home, after stopping by his mothers to pick up Dodger and Dixie. That night they sit on the couch watching some TV.

"I was thinking." Chris says.

"Yes?"

"I might leave Dodger here this time. I would take him with me, but I think he likes being here with you and Dixie."

"I like having him around."

"I know you do."

The next morning Chris says goodbye to Merida and leaves heading back to Atlanta. Over the next few weeks Merida spends her days relaxing. She will be starting her classes back soon. One afternoon she is sitting on the couch reading with Dodger and Dixie is curled up beside her. She hears her phone go off. She picks it up and sees shehas a message. She sees it is an Instagram message. She the name My Revenge She opens the message.

My Revenge-You better watch your back. I'm always watching you!

After seeing the message, she starts to panic. Was Bradley out of jail and coming for her? She tries to call Chris, but he doesn't answer. She leaves a message. She tries to get her mind off the message, but she can't stop thinking about it. She is freaking out. She wants to talk to Chris. She wishes he would call her back. She decides to watch tv to get her mind off it. She turns on the tv and clicks on the apple tv link. She finds the Defending Jacob show. She has never watched it before. She clicks it. She is on episode 2 when her phone goes off.

Chris-babe what's wrong? I got your message. I am not able to talk right now. I am still filming but heard your message and could hear the panic in your voice.

Merida sends a message back.

Merida-I got an Instagram message and it scared me. I am freaking out. Chris I'm scared.

Chris-What did it say?

Merida-it was from someone named My Revenge and said you better watch your back! I'm always watching you!

Chris-that's weird. It can't be Bradley, he's still in jail.

Merida-Unless he got out earlier. Chris, I'm so scared. What if he is here in Boston and watching me?

Chris-I'm sure someone is only trying to scare you. It's okay. You will be fine. Dodger won't let anything happen to you. He will protect you. I will call you later, alright? I love you babe.

Merida continues to watch the show and later eats dinner while watching. She is enjoying watching it and loves seeing Chris. She misses him and wants nothing more than just to have him beside her. She always feels better when he is next to her. She feels safe with him around. That night when her phone rings she is on the last episode. She sees Chris is face timing her. She pauses the show and answers.

"Hey babe."

"Hey."

"How are you? Are you feeling any better?"

"Not really, but I've watching tv to try and keep my mind off of it."

"What have you been watching?"

"You."

"Me?"

"I've been watching Defending Jacob. I 'm on the last episode."

"Oh. What do you think?"

"It's good. Its exciting. Your really good in it."

Chris smiles. "Thanks babe."

The next few weeks go by and then it's been a month. On March 25, Merida is sitting on the couch watching tv when her phone goes off. She looks down and sees the notification from her My Calendar on her phone for her period tracker. Did you forget to put in your period? Merida looks down staring at it.

"What? Oh my gosh! I missed my period!"

She quickly puts some shoes on and grabs her purse. Dixie and Dodger follow her.

"No, you're staying here. I will be back soon."

Merida pulls out of her driveway and drives to the drug store and picks up a pregnancy test then drives back home and rushes inside to the bathroom. After taking the test she sets the stick on the bathroom counter and sets her timer to 15 minutes. When the timer goes off, she looks down at the test.

"Babe!"

Merida hears Chris call her. She continues to stare at the test on the counter. Chris walks into the bedroom and comes to the door of the bathroom.

"Babe, what are you doing?"

Merida looks up at him.

"Hi Chris."

Chris walks in and wraps his arms around her then looks down and sees the test.

"Mer, your pregnant!"

She nods her head. "It looks like it."

"Oh babe, that's great!"

"Really? We hadn't planned this. I mean we..."

"It's okay. I couldn't be more excited. After you lost the first one, I realized how much I wanted to have a baby with you."

Merida smiles up at him. He kisses her head. "I will the call the doctor and make an appointment to check. I've missed you. I didn't know you were coming home."

"Well, I got some time so I thought I would come home. I've missed you too."

"Are you home just for the weekend?"

"Yes."

"I am going to call the doctor before I forget."

Merida picks up the phone and calls the doctor. She isn't able to get an appointment until April 15. She thanks them and hangs up.

"I couldn't get an appointment till April 15."

"Wow, that's a while."

"Yeah, she said they were booked till then. I wish you could go with me."

"That's a Friday, right?"

"Yes."

"What time is your appointment?"

"At 3:00."

"Hmm, I can try and make it, but I won't make any promises."

Merida nods. "Will you take Dodger with you this time when you leave?"

"Probably, if that's okay with you."

"Yeah, I know you are use to having him with you and miss him."

"I do, yes."

"I have Dixie I will fine."

Merida and Chris order food in and spend the night relaxing watching a Disney movie. The next day they spend the day just relaxing. They take the dogs for a walk. When they get in Chris says, "Why don't we go out for dinner?"

"Okay. Do I need to dress up?"

"Sure, why not? Let's go somewhere nice."

"Okay, I'll go get cleaned up."

While Merida is getting ready Chris makes a phone call and makes a reservation at Tuscan Kitchen seaport. Chris starts getting ready himself. He has just finished getting ready, dressed in his suit when Merida walks into the bedroom.

"Babe! Wow!"

"You like it?"

"I love it! Your sexy! If I had not made a reservation I would say let's stay home."

Merida laughs and smiles. "I bought it just for you. I was going to wear it for valentines but didn't get a chance. I love your suit. Your hot!"

Chris laughs "Well I love it and thanks." He says closing the gap between them and kissing her.

"Now let's go before I chance my mind and keep us home."

Merida laughs. "Okay let's go then."

Merida heads towards the door. The dogs follow them.

"No, you're staying here. We will see you later." Chris says and heads out the door. He holds the door for Merida and once she's in he closes it and walks around to the driver's side. He pulls out of the driveway. He grabs Merida's hand and kisses it and places it on his lap.

About 15 minutes later they reach the restaurant.

"Wow! This is place looks amazing!"

"I've heard its good. I've never been here."

They are greeted by a young woman.

"Evening. Do you have a reservation?"

"Yes, Evans."

She looks at her notebook. "Oh yes, Chris Evans. Right this way."

She grabs some menus and Chris and Merida follow her to a table set for two by the window.

"Wow, this is beautiful."

"Your waiter will be right with you. Enjoy."

Merida looks at the menu. "Wow, I have no idea what to get. Everything sounds so good. And man wow! These prices!"

"Get whatever you want. You don't have to worry about that."

"I know, I am just not use to a restaurant that is so expensive."

Chris smiles.

After dinner they head back to the house and relax, watching tv. They head to bed around 11 and snuggle up together. Before falling asleep they make love and then fall asleep in each other's arms. Chris wakes up early the next morning and gets a shower. He kisses Merida and leaves a note on the pillow beside her with a bag of Hershey kisses.

Merida wakes up a few hours later and finds the note and kisses

Good morning beautiful!

You were so beautiful sleeping I didn't want to wake you. These kisses are the kisses I would give you if I could. I love you babe. I will talk to you tonight.

Love,

Chris xoxo

Merida smiles after reading the note. She gets up and fixes her coffee and lets Dixie outside. She spends the day ordering her books for her next class that she is starting soon.

That night Chris calls her.

"Hey beautiful."

"Hey. Thanks for the note and kisses that was so sweet."

"You're welcome. I miss you so much."

"I miss you too."

They continue to talk for a few more hours before they finally say goodnight. The next few weeks go by and Merida and Chris facetime every night. Then it is April and it's the day of her doctor's appointment. Merida has not heard from Chris, so she doesn't know if he will make it to the appointment or not. Chris has not been able to make it home on the weekends since he left the note and kisses for her. Merida can't wait to see him. She spends the day doing laundry then she leaves for her appointment. When she arrives, she checks in and waits.

"Merida." The nurse says coming out.

Merida gets up and follows her.

"Are you feeling, okay?"

"Yes."

"Any new medications or anything we need to know about?"

"No."

"Alright. The doctor will be in shortly."

Merida checks her phone to see if she has any messages from Chris, but nothing. A few minutes later the doctor walks in.

"Good afternoon, Merida. How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling okay."

"So, you think your pregnant?"

"Yes. I took a test, and it was positive. I've already had one miscarriage."

"Alright, well let's take a look. Lay back for me."

Merida lays back on the bed and the doctor lifts her shirt.

"Okay this will be a little cold." She says squirting some gel on her stomach.

"Ooo, cold!"

Just then the door opens and Chris walks in.

"Chris!"

"Hey, sorry I'm late. The traffic was terrible." He says, closing the door and walking towards Merida and standing beside her.

The doctor looks at the screen.

"Yes, you are pregnant. Looks like your about 7 weeks."

"Oh Chris, we are pregnant!"

Chris smiles and leans down and kisses her.

"It's still early. You could lose it, but hopefully that won't happen. I would like you to come back in two weeks for a checkup."

Merida nods.

"I will see you in two weeks." The doctor leaves. Merida and Chris walk out and head to the desk.

"Okay so two weeks would be April 29th. I have a 12."

Merida looks at Chris. "Would you be able to be here?"

"That's a Friday right?"

"Yes." The receptionist says.

"I don't know if I can be here by 12."

"Do you have anything later?" Merida asks.

She looks back at her screen.

"No, I don't sorry, we are booked solid."

"Alright, its okay. I'll do the 12."

After making her appointment Chris and Merida leave and head back to the house. Merida sits down on the couch and Chris sits beside her. Merida is looking down at her stomach.

"You okay babe?"

"Yes. I can't believe I'm pregnant again. I didn't expect it to happen again, especially this soon."

Chris leans towards her and kisses her. "I didn't either, but I'm glad you are."

Chris spends the weekend with Merida then leaves heading back to Atlanta to film. The next few weeks go by, Thursday night, the day before Merida's doctor appointment, Merida is facetiming Chris.

"Babe, I'm sorry I will not be able to make it this weekend. I need to stay in town this weekend. We will be traveling to Washington this weekend to film some. I'm sorry. But I will facetime you Friday night and you can tell me how the appointment goes."

"Aww, okay." Merida says frowning a little.

"I'm sorry babe, I really want to be there."

"I know you do, and I understand."

"Thanks for understanding. I need to go. I have to get up early tomorrow morning. I love you. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"I love you too. Goodnight Chris."

They hang up and Merida then lays down and goes to sleep. The next morning, she wakes up to her phone. She groans then picks it up and sees a text from Chris.

Chris-Good morning beautiful! Hope your appointment goes well today. I have a busy day ahead. I will talk to you tonight. I love you.��😘❤️🥰

Merida-Morning Chris! Thanks. I look forward to hearing from you. Hope you have a good day. I love you too. 😘💕🥰❤️

Merida leaves for her appointment around 11:15. She arrives a few minutes early. She sits and waits for her name to be called. She is scrolling through Instagram when her name is called. She follows the nurse into a room.

"The doctor will be right with you."

"Thanks."

Merida sits on the bed and waits for the doctor; she doesn't wait long.

"Good afternoon, Merida. How are you feeling?"

"I'm doing good."

"Let's see how your baby is doing."

Merida lays down and the doctor lifts her shirt and then squirts some gel on her stomach. She looks at the screen. She moves the wand around and Merida sees her frown.

"Merida I'm sorry. There is no heartbeat."

"What? No!"

"I'm sorry Mer. Sometimes that happens. Give a few weeks and you can try again."

Merida frowns. She holds back the tears.

"Merida don't give up alright. It's amazing that you're getting pregnant. I didn't think you would be able to. If you need anything just call alright?"

Merida nods. Merida gets up from the bed and heads to the checkout desk. She doesn't have to pay anything and leaves. She gets into her car and cries. She cries hard. She picks up her phone and calls Chris. She knows he probably won't answer but she tries anyway. She doesn't get an answer. She hangs up without leaving a message. She sends him a message.

Merida-Chris call me when you can.

Merida pulls out of the parking lot and heads home. She decides to call Tiffany, but she doesn't answer either. She wants to talk to someone, she then tries her dad, but he doesn't answer either.

"Dang it!"

Merida pulls into the driveway and once she gets inside, she plops down on the couch and cries more. Dixie jumps up on the couch and lays next to her. Dixie puts her head in her lap.

"Why Dix? Why does this keep happening? I just want Chris!" She says through tears. "I want to talk to someone but there is no one to talk to. Chris didn't answer, Tiff didn't answer, or my dad. Who else can I call?" Then it hits her. "Lisa!"

Merida picks up her phone and calls Lisa. She answers on the 3rd ring.

"Merida!"

"Hey Lisa." She says sniffling.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?"

"I..."

"You can tell me. Did something happen with you and Chris?"

"No. Chris is fine as far as I know. He's in Washington filming."

"Okay good. So, since it's not Chris what's wrong?"

"Well I went to the doctor a few weeks ago and Chris and I found out I'm pregnant but I went back today and..."

Just then notices she is getting a facetime call. "Lisa, Chris is calling me. Can I call you back?"

"Sure sweetie."

Merida hangs up with Lisa and answers Chris call.

"Chris."

"Hey babe! I got your text. What's up? I'm on break, I don't have long."

"Oh Chris!" She cries.

"Mer, babe, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"We lost it! There was no heartbeat."

"Oh babe. I'm sorry. I wish I could be there with you right now." Merida saw the sadness on his face, even though he was trying to hide it.

Merida sniffs.

"Maybe I'm just not meant to get pregnant."

"Babe, don't say that. We can keep trying. Don't give up alright?"

Merida sniffs again and cries. She nods her head.

"I need to go. I will call you tonight, alright? I love you."

"I love you too."

Chris hangs up and Merida calls Lisa back.

"Merida."

"I'm sorry Lisa."

"It's okay sweetie. So, what happened?"

"We lost it. The doctor said there was no heartbeat."

"Oh sweetie, I'm sorry."'

"This is the second time I've lost a baby. Lisa, why? Why is this happening? Is God punishing me in some way?"

"Oh sweetie, you can't think that way. Don't give up. You and Chris can try again. Sometimes this happens. It will be okay."

"I know how much Chris wants a baby. He was so excited and when I told him I saw the sadness on his face."

"Sweetie, it's going to be okay. You can't give up. It's a miracle you're getting pregnant. I know the doctor told you, that you couldn't even get pregnant right?"

"Yes, that is what she said."

"Well then don't give up. Maybe a miracle will happen and you will get pregnant and keep it. If you need me, I am here always."

"Thanks Lisa."

"Welcome sweetie. I love you."

"Love you too."

Merida hangs up and decides to watch some tv to get her mind off it. She decides to watch one of her favorite movies, Nanny Dairies. She has not watched it in a while. Later that night she eats some spaghetti then climbs into bed and reads till Chris video calls her. They talk for an hour before saying goodnight. Merida goes to sleep after struggling for a while. She can't wait to see Chris again. She doesn't know when she will be able to see him again. He is staying busy these days. Chris does facetime her every night and he tells her is going to try and come home for a weekend soon that he misses her like crazy.

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Holidays 3.13

Holidays

Africa Scout Day

Anniversary of the Election of Pope Francis (Vatican City)

Blame Someone Else Day

Burgsonndeg (Bonfire Day; Luxembourg)

Donald Duck Day

Dribble to Work Day

Earmuffs Day

Estatuto de Autonomía de Melilla (Spain)

Good Samaritan Involvement Day

Hubbard Day (a.k.a. L. Ron Hubbard Day; Scientology)

International Agunah Day

International Every Girl Wins Day

Intrauterine Growth Restriction Awareness Day

IUGAR (Isra-Uterine Growth Awareness Restriction) Day

Ken Day

K-9 Veterans Day

Lucky Penny Day

Marie Day

MAR13 Day (Splatooon)

National Bystander Awareness Day (UK)

National Day (Holy See)

National Dermatologist Day

National Exclamation Point Day

National Good Samaritan Day

National Jewel Day

National Open An Umbrella Indoors Day

National Smart & Sexy Day

Palestinian National Culture Day

Planet Pluto Day

Purification Day (Bali)

Religious Freedom Day

Smart & Sexy Day

Striptease Day

Swiftie Day

313 Day

Trisomy 13 Awareness Day

Uranus Day

World Delirium Awareness Day

World Erica Day (Nigeria)

World Rotaract Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Chicken Nuggets Day

Earl Grey Tea Day

National Chicken Noodle Soup Day

National Coconut Torte Day

National Ginger Ale Day

World Riesling Day

Nature Celebrations

Day Lilly Day (The Oblivion of Love; Korean Flower Days)

National Sheep Day

National Thai Elephant Day (Thailand)

Scurvy-Grass Day (French Republic)

Independence, Flag & Related Days

Autonomy Day (Melilla, Spain)

Duhok Liberation Day (Iraqi Kurdistan)

Marhaenia (Declared; 2023) [unrecognized]

Mexico-Tenochtitlan Foundation Day (Mexico)

South Maudlandia (Declared; 2015) [unrecognized]

Taranaki Province Day (New Zealand)

Tenochtitlan Foundation Day (Mexico; 1325)

2nd Thursday in March

International School Meals Day [2nd Thursday]

Popcorn Lovers Day [2nd Thursday]

Railroad Day [2nd Thursday]

Thirsty Thursday [Every Thursday]

Thoughtful Thursday [2nd Thursday of Each Month]

Three for Thursday [Every Thursday]

Thrift Store Thursday [Every Thursday]

Throwback Thursday [Every Thursday]

Toast Thursday [2nd Thursday of Each Month]

World Kidney Day [2nd Thursday]

Weekly Holidays beginning March 13 (2nd Week of March)

Taste Washington Week (Seattle, Washington) [thru 3.17]

Festivals On or Beginning March 13, 2025

AKC National Agility Championship (Tulsa, Oklahoma) [thru 3.16]

Brussels Book Fair (Brussels, Belgium) [thru 3.16]

Frozen Dead Guys Day (Estes Park, Colorado) [thru 3.16]

Future Food-Tech (San Francisco, California) [thru 3.14]

Sofia International Film Festival (Sofia, Bulgaria) [thru 3.31]

The WhiskyX (Atlanta, Georgia)

WiVi: Central Coast (Paso Robles, California)

Feast Days

Ansovinus of Camerino (Christian; Saint) [Crops, Harvests]

Antisthenes (Positivist; Saint)

Cthulhu Contemplation Day (Pastafarian)

Day of Oath to the Earth (Pagan)

Day of the Picts (Celtic Book of Days)

The Dragon (Muppetism)

Euphrasia of Constantinople (Christian; Saint)

Feast of Tropicalismo (Brazil)

Firesign Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Gerald of Mayo (Christian; Saint)

Heldrad (Christian; Saint)

James Theodore Holly (Episcopal Church (USA))

Kasuga Matsuri (Monkey Festival; Japan)

Kennocha of Scotland (Christian; Saint)

Leander of Seville (Christian; Saint)

Leticia (Christian; Saint)

Mochoemoc, Abbot in Ireland (Christian; Saint)

Nicephorus, Patriarch of Constantinople (Christian; Saint)

Protection From Bad Luck Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days) [Put apples or onions in the corner of each room until the turn black, then bury them far away from your home]

Roderic and Solomon (Christian; Martyrs)

Roderick (Christian; Saint)

Sticking Very Close Together for Fairies of the Forth and Fifth Flights (Shamanism)

Theophanes (Christian; Saint)

Full Moon [3rd of the Year] (a.k.a. ...

Big Famine Moon (Choctaw)

Chase Moon (England, Wicca)

Death Moon (Neo-Pagan)

Crow Comes Back Moon (Traditional)

Dolyatra (Powder Festival; India; Hinduism) [3rd Lunar Full Moon]

Fish Moon (Colonial)

Harvest Moon (South Africa)

Magha Puja Day (Buddhist All Saints Day) [Full Moon Day of 3rd Lunar Month]

Makha Bucha (Festival Celebrating the Concept of an Ideal Community; Buddhism; Thailand) [3rd Lunar Full Moon]

Sap Moon (Alternate, North America)

Sleepy Moon (China)

Sore Eyes Moon (Traditional)

Southern Hemisphere: Corn, Harvest

Strong Winds Moon (Traditional)

Sugar Moon (Traditional)

Windy Moon (Cherokee)

Winds Moon (Celtic)

Worm Moon (American Indian, Traditional)

Holi (Hinduism) (a.k.a. ...

Dhuleti

Dolapurnima

Dolijatra

Festival of Color

Festival of Love

Festival of Spring

Holika Dahan

Holi Phagwah (Surinam)

Phagu Purnima (Nepal)

Phagwah (Guyana, India, Nepal, Suriname)

Hebrew Calendar Holidays [Begins at Sundown Day Before]

Purim (Judaism) [13-14 Adar] (begins at sundown) a.k.a. ...

Fast of Esther;

Survival Celebration

Ta' Anit Ester

Lunar Calendar Holidays

Chinese: Month 2 (Ji-Mao), Day 14 (Xin-Si)

Day Pillar: Metal Snake

12-Day Officers/12 Gods: Full Day (满 Man) [Inauspicious]

Holidays: None Known

Secular Saints Days

Hans Bellmer (Art)

Andrée Bosquet (Art)

Georges de La Tour (Art)

William Glackens (Art)

Hans Fredrik Gude (Art)

Roy Haynes (Music)

Al Jaffee (Art)

Sammy Kaye (Music)

Percival Lowell (Science)

William H. Macy (Entertainment)

W. O. Mitchell (Literature)

Joseph Priestley (Science)

Neil Sedaka (Music)

George Seferis (Literature)

Karl Friedrich Schinkel (Art)

John H. Van Vleck (Science)

Alexej von Jawlensky (Art)

Hugh Walpole (Literature)

Hugo Wolf (Music)

Johann Zoffany (Art)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Lucky Day for Witches (Everyday Wicca)

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Uncyclopedia Bad to Be Born Today (because it’s Satan’s birthday.)

Premieres

All for a Bride (Aesop’s Film Fables Cartoon; 1927)

Apollo 10-1/2: A Space Age Childhood (Animated Film; 2022)

At Swim-Two-Birds, by Flann O'Brien (Novel; 1939)

The Auto (Eclair Journal Cartoon; 1913)

Back to Black, by Amy Winehouse (Album; 2007)

The Bends, by Radiohead (Album; 1995)

Birds in the Spring (Silly Symphony Disney Cartoon; 1933)

Blackboard Revue (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1940)

Boris Burgles Again or Sinner Take All (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 31; 1960)

Bright Lights (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1928)

Bugs and Thugs (WB LT Cartoon; 1954)

Cannibal Capers (Disney Cartoon; 1930)

Danger Ahead or Watch Out For Falling Rockys (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 32; 1960)

Eclair Journal Cartoon Series (Emile Cohl; 1913)

Elvis Presley, by Elvis Presley (Album; 1956)

Fleets of Stren’th (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1942)

Frozen Fever (Disney Cartoon; 2015)

The Gold Bricks, Parts 3 & 4 (Underdog Cartoon, S1, Eps. 47 & 48 1965)

The Grey Fox (Film; 1983)

Harvard University (School; 1639)

Heaven Knows, Mr. Allison (Film; 1957)

Howard’s End (Film; 1992)

I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream, by Harlan Ellison (Short Stories; 1967)

A Hick, a Slick, and a Chick (WB MM Cartoon; 1948)

I’m Just a Bill (America Rocks Cartoon; Schoolhouse Rock; 1976)

Kissing Jessica Stein (Film; 2002)

Krazy Kat — Bugologist (Hearst-Vitagraph News Pictorial Cartoon; 1916)

The Little Stranger (Color Classic Cartoon; 1936)

Little Tough Mice (a.k.a. Crime Buster; Baby-Face Mouse Car-Tune Cartoon; 1939)

Local Talent (Life Cartoon Comedy Cartoon; 1927)

The Love Bug (Film; 1969)

Lucky Man, by Emerson, Lake and Palmer (Song; 1971)

The Lumber Champ (Pooch the Pup Cartoon; 1933)

Making An Example of Him (Hearst-Pathe News Cartoon; 1918)

Mean, by Taylor Swift (Song; 2011)

Monkey Love (Columbia Favorites Cartoon; 1952)

My Cousin Vinny (Film; 1992)

The Myth of the Eternal Return or, Cosmos and History, by Mircea Eliade (Philosophy Book; 1949)

The New Adventures of Old Christine (TV Series; 2006)

Œdipe or Oedipe, by George Enescu (Opera; 1936)

The Pink of Arabee (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1976)

Psychedelic Pink (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1968)

Put Your Hand in the Hand, by Ocean (Song; 1971)

Raising Arizona (Film; 1987)

Ransom (Film; 1974)

Saddle Sore Woody (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1964)

Scooby-Doo! Music of the Vampire (WB Animated Film; 2012)

The Searchers (Film; 1956)

Shakes the Clown (Film; 1992)

The Skating Fool (Goldwyn-International Comics Cartoon; 1921)

Snow Time (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1938)

Song and Dance Man (Film; 1936)

Song of the Islands (Film; 1942)

Strange Magic, by Electric Light Orchestra (Song; 1976)

Striptease (1st Public Striptease; Paris, France; 1894)

Sunshine Cleaning (Film; 2009)

Swimming to Cambodia (Film; 1987)

Swim or Sink (Betty Boop Cartoon; 1932)

Tired of Waiting, by The Kinks (Song; 1965)

T.J. Hooker (TV Series; 1982)

The Two Presidents (Eclair Journal Cartoon; 1913)

Vanishing Point (Film; 1971)

Woodland Cafe (Silly Symphony Disney Cartoon; 1937)

The Wrecking Crew! (Documentary Film; 2015)

Today’s Name Days

Judith, Leander, Pauline (Austria)

Nikifor (Bułgaria)

Kristina, Patricija, Ratka, Rozalija, Sabina (Croatia)

Růžena (Czech Republic)

Macedonius (Denmark)

Erni, Ernits, Erno, Ernst (Estonia)

Ernesti, Erno, Tarvo (Finland)

Rodrigue (France)

Judith, Leander, Pauline (Germany)

Leandros, Marios (Greece)

Ajtony, Krisztián (Hungary)

Arrigo, Eufrasia, Letizia, Rodrigo (Italy)

Balvis, Ernests (Latvia)

Kristina, Liutauras, Teodora, Vaidilė (Lithuania)

Greta, Grete (Norway)

Bożena, Ernest, Ernestyn, Kasjan, Krystyna, Marek, Roderyk, Rodryg, Rodryk, Trzebisław (Poland)

Ipomoni, Nichifor (Romania)

Vlastimil (Slovakia)

Cristina, Ramiro, Rodrigo, Salomón (Spain)

Greger (Sweden)

Anina (Ukrainę)

Pluto, Rod, Rodd, Roderica, Roderick, Rodney, Rodrigo, Solomon (USA)

Today’s National Name Days

A Day for Jake

National Neil Day

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 72 of 2025; 293 days remaining in the year

ISO Week: Day 4 of Week 11 of 2025

Celtic Tree Calendar: Fearn (Alder) [Day 16 of 28]

Chinese: Month 2 (Ji-Mao), Day 14 (Xin-Si)

Chinese Year of the: Snake 4723 (until February 17, 2026) [Ding-Chou]

Coptic: 4 Baramhat 1741

Druid Tree Calendar: Lime (Mar 11-20) [Day 3 of 10]

Hebrew: 13 Adar 5785

Islamic: 13 Ramadan 1446

Julian: 28 February 2025

Moon: 100%: Full Moon

Positivist: 16 Aristotle (3rd Month) [Antisthenes]

Runic Half Month: Beore (Birch Tree) [Day 6 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 83 of 90)

SUn Calendar: 12 Green; Fryday [12 of 30]

Week: 2nd Week of March

Zodiac:

Tropical (Typical) Zodiac: Aquarius (Day 23 of 30)

Sidereal Zodiac: Aquarius (Day 29 of 30)

Schmidt Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 20 of 27)

IAU Boundaries (Current) Zodiac: Pisces (Day 2 of 38)

IAU Boundaries (1977) Zodiac: Pisces (Day 2 of 38)

#calendar #Holidays

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sayruq · 2 years ago

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I've been going through Sophie's insta, and while the photo of the joint birthday party banner with the daughter's initials is no longer there (makes sense since she's so protective of their privacy), you can find it elsewhere, so the kids were with her in July in the UK at the very least. And there's another photo of her traveling to the UK in April with one of her daughters in the corner, so again, the kids were with her then. Combined with the Elle interview from when she was filming the staircase about how she rented a house in Atlanta for the girls to live with her, since Joe was "bouncing around" from city to city, it made since for her to be the primary parent. The two month thing that Joe's team has been putting out might be true, but it seems that Sophie has been the primary parent for most of the marriage, even while working, and this might be the first time that Joe has had to actually take care of his own kids, but who knows. I wouldn't be surprised if it comes out that the kids were in the UK the whole time, especially since Sophie's support system is there, and could have helped her look after them. She's spoken a lot about how she wants to give them a similar childhood in England to what she had. Joe being the stay at home dad is such malarkey, Sophie's literally been at home, with her career on hold, while he's been doing tours and dj sets. He literally said in interviews when they were filming the Jonas brothers doc that he had to make an effort to spend even an hour with Sophie during that time. Hopefully her PR people will be putting out their own strategy soon, she should be really careful right now.

He has the kids right now because he's already using them to make himself look like a darling father (by calling the paps and selling those pictures on the worst tabloids) but you're spot on everything else.

I definitely think this is premeditated, as in he told Sophie he'll look after the kids while she worked just so that he could filed for divorce in America and make any custody agreement more complicated for her.

Sophie wants her kids to grow up in England like she did but if he files for custody in Florida, I don't know much about custody law, but I imagine she'll have a tough time making that happen.

#branwendaughterofllyr #sophie turner

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mateomeijer · 1 year ago

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⸻ peter gadiot, 38, cis male, he/him // in the ORCHIRD PARK neighborhood of Covington, you’ll find MATEO MEIJER who’s lived there for SEVENTEEN YEARS and they spend their days working as a DETECTIVE WITH COVINGTON PD and THE OWNER OF THE VAULT RECORD STORE. They’ve been described as PERSEVERING, GENUINE, REACTIVE, and GUARDED by the people that know them. This is his story.

Triggers: child abuse, mental illness, death/suicide

When looking back on where he has come from, Mateo doesn't like to look too deep or with too much intensity. Born and raised until aged 11 in upstate New York his father was an artist and his mother was the same. They were two painters that forged a life together after growing up with him always in pursuit of her. As kids, it had been love at first sight for his father, and his mother came around eventually. It just wasn't until after his mother's best friend had moved away to California and had married a film producer out there.

The early years his childhood was happy and warm. It wasn't until after his mother's best friend had passed away in a horrible accident in California that his mother's mental and emotional state began to decline. She drank too heavily and became abusive, first only verbally then it had become physical as well after nearly two years. Mateo's father had done everything he could to protect him and his older sister from the abuse. The man also sought help for his wife's drinking and declining health. Nothing worked. It all only got worse.

When Mateo was 11 he had walked into the converted carriage house near the main house turned working studio and found his father hanging lifeless. It's a sight that he's never been able to unsee. By the time his father was buried and laid to rest his mother had cleared out his studio and gotten rid of everything. It was only six months later that he and his older sister were taken away by the state. Unfortunately, Mateo and his sister were separated and adopted out to different families with him finding himself in the south. Covington, Georgia.

It took many years and plenty of required therapy for Mateo to come out of the poor state he'd been in. At the start he'd been unable and unwilling to open up or trust anyone despite his new family being absolutely wonderful with him. They were patient and it eventually paid off. Mateo came out of grief and survival mode with an interest and ability with music, a talented guitar player and decent songwriter. There was even a possibility of going off to music school and several times he'd been on the verge of starting a band or recording music. But, ultimately, Mateo knew that wasn't his purpose in life.

What he really needed to do was help people. So, after graduation from high school, he went off to university in Atlanta and studied criminal justice. Mateo's purpose was to become a detective, a lawman, someone that could help those in need. Partly, he wanted to learn the necessary skills for selfish reasons. His sister was out there somewhere and the desire to reconnect with her is strong. There's also the need to uncover the truth about his past and make peace with it. Once he earned his degree he came back home to Covington and became a cop. It didn't take long for him to build a very strong reputation and rise through the ranks to detective.

Many times he has received special accolades and commendations for his outstanding work. Has even been offered promotions, asked to take on a role and title with more responsibility but has always turned it down. Mateo didn't become a cop so that he would be stuck and desk and push around papers, there was no interest in the bureaucracy or business of it all. Being a detective and making a difference where he could has been all that's mattered.

Without a doubt the job is difficult and can be incredibly taxing. In times that he's nearly quit and walked away because the weight on his shoulders was too much, or he'd noticed how he'd picked up his birth mother's drinking habit, Mateo knew that he needed to find another outlet. There had to be somewhere to turn. And that happened to be music. Considering that he didn't make a ton of money but also had little expenses with no family of his own, just a house and a German Shepherd, it was easy to take his savings and buy out The Vault Record Store from it's previous owner.

A couple of years ago Mateo found a young woman badly hurt following what had appeared to be a brutal attack. It was perhaps the wrong move to make but he rushed the woman to the hospital himself knowing he could get her to help fast than it would take emergency vehicles to get to them and then take her in. With her condition critical it was a call he took responsibility for. While in emergency care and waiting on the woman to become stable Mateo had already begun the quest in finding out what had happened to her and who was responsible.

For the six months she was in the hospital in a coma Mateo visited at least once a week. At the urging of staff suggesting he talk to her, he did just that. The news would be read to her, there would be updates on her case or just him talking through what little he had, and he'd apologize for not making any progress. Her case had quickly become the one that took him over. It wasn't easy for the seasoned detective to solve, and even more frustrating that Mateo couldn't seem to find a road to travel down. When she woke he remained close to her, perhaps a little too close, and struggled with the professional boundary line.

Now, at 38, his mother has reached out to him. Sick and with not much time left Mateo's under even more pressure to find out where things went wrong in the past. There's some secrets he knows he has to uncover and most days he's not sure if he wants to. What he has never told anyone, not his therapist when he was adopted or his sister before they were separated, was that he still has the note his father left.

#covingtonintro #( 📌 pinned post ; )#( never had much time for nostalgia ; )

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iww-gnv · 2 years ago

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ATLANTA, Ga. (Atlanta News First) - Negotiations are at a standstill in Hollywood as the Writers Guild of America strike continues. On Tuesday, Atlanta members of SAG-AFTRA, the actors and artists union, will gather for a rally at the Teamsters Hall in Atlanta in support of their ongoing strike and in recognition of a National Day of Solidarity. The writers strike started on May 2, shutting down most TV and film production in the U.S. In July, SAG-AFTRA voted unanimously to go on strike, joining the writers guild. They made the decision following failed negotiations with the Alliance of Motion Picture and TV Producers. What performers want is higher wages to keep up with inflation. They’re also asking for protections against AI so their voices and likeness cannot be used without their permission.

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#news #us news #georgia news #atlanta #atlanta georgia #sag aftra #sag-aftra strike #pay the actors #hot strike summer #hot labor summer

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valerie · 1 year ago

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TWITL - week 8 - sunshine through the clouds

MONDAY - 19 February Is it weird that I remember that it's someone's birthday today? Too bad he's not on social media. https://flic.kr/p/4vCFMr no, my name was never "Valerie Hayward" TUESDAY - 20 February https://flic.kr/p/2pzkSgc Back to work today. It was a dreary gray day and the rain started in the afternoon. I was able to take my walk to the library so small blessings, I suppose. I had my window open until it started raining. The breeze was lovely... WEDNESDAY - 21 February We'll be in Ireland in a month. I AM SO EXCITED!!! We need to book a couple of tours so that we get out of Dublin a couple of times but otherwise I'm just looking forward to going to different pubs and restaurants and shops and just enjoying somewhere different. I'm also looking forward to the accents. ;) Have I ever mentioned that I love reading a particular gossip blog? I do! They report on a lot of royal gossip, mostly adoring the Sussexes and mostly wondering what the purpose of the British royal family is. This gossip blog is one of the only places where I *like* to read the comments. Most of the people who comment love the tsismis, of course, but they also have thoughtful perspectives. It's not all "oh, they suck!" or "oh, I just love them!" I mention all of this because there's a bit of a thread on one of the recent posts about how the Sussexes should have an IG. They do not, instead relying on updating their recently launched website to post news and photos. The Sussexes have made it quite clear that they do not like social media so it's not really a surprise that they aren't using it. And I'm all for it. Let's get back to posting on our own domains instead of relying on social media to house our content. I say this even though I love my social media. Having your own website, where you can control your own content and the people who might comment, is the ideal thing. Maybe I'm old school (no maybe, I am) but I still look for the "official" sites for the people I follow and I appreciate them even more when their sites are current and updated. Even if their sites aren't updated and merely point to where else on the internet you can find them, it's still a good thing. Don't depend on the social media for your presence on the internet, my lovelies. https://flic.kr/p/2pzqYRc William Gregory Lee on the episode, "Protect Us," of Genius: MLK/X I was randomly looking through the IMDB and saw that Greg had a new credit so of course I had to check it out. I did some screenshots but didn't listen to his few scenes. After the screenshots, I checked the IMDB on the filming location for this iteration of the show and yes, it was Atlanta, Georgia. Why do I feel like Greg has moved back to the east coast, perhaps even to Georgia? His latest credits have been for productions that filmed in Georgia. I wonder if I would see him whenever I finally go to Georgia to visit. Now that would be cool. SUNDAY - 25 February I was super annoyed the other day from a comment on something I posted. I wanted to vent about it, so I took it to Spoutible. I was glad for the support on my feelings about the scenario. It's easy to dismiss things that are said online and I've done that most of the time. The fact that this time I needed to vent meant that the annoyance had built up enough for me to say something. I should probably talk about here but maybe as a "disconnected" post. Hmm, now there's a thought. https://flic.kr/p/2pzybDL MOVIES Oppenheimer - We watched this one last night (Saturday). It started off a little slow but it picked up after the first hour. I thought it was well done and super interesting. It's a very encompassing movie with non-linear storytelling but it weaves its way well enough. So many familiar faces in the cast! Cillian Murphy was amazing, of course. Emily Blunt seemed a bit underused. Florence Pugh made the most out of her scenes. Robert Downey Jr. was excellent as well. I've now seen two of the 2024 Oscar nominees for best picture and if I had to choose, well, I think I would choose this movie to win. (Though it would ROCK if Barbie wins.) Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One - These movies never disappoint in terms of action sequences and the latest one has them in spades. Another action packed installment with gorgeous vistas and heart stopping action. The non-actions sequences were thrilling in their own ways. And of course, there has to be a gut punch or two. Cannot wait to see how this one ends. The next one will be the last, right? https://flic.kr/p/2pzvYkh Here's to a good week to you all! It's going to be a 5 day work week after two 4 day work weeks. I miss the long weekends already. Oh well! Read the full article

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denimbex1986 · 2 years ago

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'Florence Pugh and Emily Blunt shared a sweet moment at the Oppenheimer London Premiere at the Odeon Luxe in Leicester Square on Thursday night.

The co-stars wrapped their arms around each other and cuddled on the red carpet while posing for photos.

Emily, 40, flashed a huge smile and giggled with Florence, 27, as their promotional tour of the upcoming biographical thriller.

The actresses made sure to bring the drama in their sensational ensembles with Florence wearing a plunging burnt orange dress.

She was dressed to the nines in the gown, which flashed some side boob and had a daring cut-out section across her midriff.

Florence added a dramatic and glamorous touch with the puffy skirt and accessorise with silver hoop earrings.

Emily, meanwhile, wowed in a black sequin gown with skirt fringing and a cut-out section at the midriff.

She styled her blonde locks in soft waves and added a boost to her height with black heels.

Emily, who starred alongside Cillian in A Quiet Place Part 2, hugged the actor as they posed for photos.

The London premiere of Christopher Nolan's film Oppenheimer was moved forward an hour early on Thursday so the cast had time to walk the black carpet ahead of the writer's strike.

The last minute change came after the Screen Actors Guild-American Federation of Television and Radio Artists announced it had voted in favour of taking action, after a deadline to reach a deal passed.

Leading man Cillian Murphy joined Emily Blunt, Florence and Matt Damon on the black carpet at 5.45pm in Leicester Square, to avoid a clash.

A whole host of Hollywood stars, including Meryl Streep, Jennifer Lawrence and Mark Ruffalo, are poised to join writers on strike for the first time in 60 years.

Thousands of members of the Writers Guild of America have downed tools after talks with the Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers over pay fell apart.

At the center of the row is the rise of streaming - with the guild claiming that even as budgets have increased, writers' share of that cash has consistently shrunk.

The untimely clash is a bitter blow to Christopher Nolan who has shelled out £81million on the production.

Peaky Blinders star Cillian takes on the role of Dr J. Robert Oppenheimer, the 'father of the atomic bomb' and after Paris' premiere earlier this week, critics have tipped it to win big.

Attending a photo event on Wednesday, Oppenheimer star Matt said while everyone was hoping a strike could be averted, many actors need a fair contract to survive.

'We ought to protect the people who are kind of on the margins,' Damon told the AP.

'And 26,000 bucks a year is what you have to make to get your health insurance. And there are a lot of people whose residual payments are what carry them across that threshold.

'And if those residual payments dry up, so does their health care. And that´s absolutely unacceptable. We can't have that. So, we got to figure out something that is fair.'

It is the first time since 1960 that actors and writers picket film and television productions.

Members of the Writers Guild of America have been on strike since early May slowing the production of film and television series on both coasts and in production centers like Atlanta.

A spokesperson for SAG said: 'After more than four weeks of bargaining, the Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers (AMPTP) – the entity that represents major studios and streamers, including Amazon, Apple, Disney, NBCUniversal, Netflix, Paramount, Sony and Warner Bros. Discovery – remains unwilling to offer a fair deal on the key issues that are essential to Sag-Aftra members.

'The companies have refused to meaningfully engage on some topics and on others completely stonewalled us. Until they do negotiate in good faith, we cannot begin to reach a deal.

'We have no choice but to move forward in unity, and on behalf of our membership, with a strike recommendation to our national board. The board will discuss the issue this morning and will make its decision.''

#Oppenheimer #Emily Blunt #Florence Pugh #SAG-AFTRA #A Quiet Place Part II #Cillian Murphy #Christopher Nolan #Matt Damon #Peaky Blinders

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