#The Campbell Apt

[tanglecolors]

Uhh evicted but modern au I guess(?)

[astridlius]

it's hard being casual / when my favorite bra lives in your dresser / it's hard being casual / when i'm on the phone talking down your sister / and i try to be the chill girl that / holds her tongue and gives you space / i try to be the chill girl but / honestly, i'm not

[darkcollectornerd]

Poll: Favourite James Bond Movie Director?

To give you an idea of what your voting for here's the films they directed:

Terence Young: Dr No, From Russia with Love and Thunderball

Guy Hamilton: Goldfinger, Diamonds Are Forever, Live and Let Die and the Man with the Golden Gun

Lewis Gilbert: You Only Live Twice, The Spy Who Loved Me and Moonraker

Peter Hunt: On Her Majesty's Secret Service

John Glen: For Your Eyes Only, Octopussy, A View to a Kill, The Living Daylights and Licence to Kill

Martin Campbell: Goldeneye and Casino Royale

Roger Spottiswoode: Tomorrow Never Dies

Michael Apted: The World is Not Enough

Lee Tamahori: Die Another Day

Mark Forster: Quantum of Solace

Sam Mendes: Skyfall and Spectre

Cary Joji Fukanaga: No Time to Die

[basilone]

Hurricane + talisman for someone in MOTA? Juno xx

"For someone in MotA" wound up being "for Bucky Egan, because reasons". I, too, am apparently not entirely immune to the Bucky girlies propaganda (affectionate). 😂

hurricane / talisman

“Oh, shoot.”

George harrrumphs as another bright splash of yellow paint makes its way onto her boots. Sets the can down on the scrap of tarp that’s already been ruined by worse marks than this. Throws the paint brush down beside it for good measure before raking a hand through her hair. It’s always the same thing. Can’t do a paint job on a plane without mucking up her boots, her pant legs, and her fingernails.

Still, it looks all right. The desolate peeling paint has been scrapped. The nose looks fresher than it has in at least a month. Even the metal replacement doesn’t look like a total waste. Push had been real worried about adding the new plating, citing a welding issue that Ken had indeed cussed at, but it seems to work out fine from where George is standing.

The yellow lettering makes it, if she does say so herself. George digs around in her pocket for a handkerchief that hasn’t yet seen an absurd amount of grease. Comes up empty – really, she’s always running out of these even worse than the Clubmobile girls are – and heaves a sigh before rubbing her hands on the already yellow-spattered part of her uniform.

“Helluva name you got going there, Campbell!”

George is absolutely, totally, one hundred percent, forever going to deny the fact that she jumped at least a foot into the air at the unexpected shout. In fact, she’s not even really letting on to her startlement – that one rather loud “sweet Jesus!”-squeak hardly counts – and she’s perfectly collected about this.

“Major,” she acknowledges, once her heart stops beating a whole drumline of misery. Cranes her neck to peer around him at a surprisingly empty tarmac. “Someone steal your jeep, sir?”

Major Egan – Bucky, call me Bucky – rocks back on his feet as though she’s taken a shot at him and won a prize. “It’s nice out,” he says, as if his sunglasses and his huge grin didn’t already inform her of that. “Thought I’d walk, inspect the place.”

“Well, not a whole lot to see out here,” she says, “except a rather pristine paint job and some gun supplies Push needs to take a look at later. Things are quiet right now, sir. New shipment in a week’s gonna change that.”

“Your handiwork? The paint?”

George shoves her hands into her pockets. “Lettering, sure. Rest of it is Darlene’s.”

“Hurricane Harlot,” he declares, laughter spilling into his voice. “Whose idea was that?”

She shrugs. Glances sideways to find that his grin has impossibly broadened at the sight of Darlene’s rather apt painting of a lady seated atop a hurricane. “Not sure. I know it wasn’t Tiny – she just about died having to say the name out loud the other day – but could be anyone else from that crowd with the idea and I’d believe it, sir.” Her own money’s on Val, who’s tacky and shameless by her own admission, or Max, who will pipe up with a joke that’s got a whole table laughing in no time. “Jules okayed it and she’s the one flying this baby, so.”

“Group effort,” he says, sounding wiser than she’d ordinarily have given him credit for.

His own hands are shoved deep into the pockets of his flight jacket. It seems too warm for this time of year – the sun’s just about beating down today, making George pause for a drink that much sooner – but she knows better than to try and separate a pilot from his jacket. Even a pilot like him, who’s currently making do as an Air Exec and jumping out of his skin because of it, would balk at having to remove it for anything.

“All things are, sir. Group effort, I mean,” clarifies George, craning her neck a little to peer up at him. “They’re doing all right, these girls. And the new shipment coming in from Greenland sounded good, too.”

That earns her a loud laugh and a crinkled grin that’s not about to leave his face any time soon. “I’ll tell Buck you called him a shipment, Campbell. He’s gonna love it.”

Buck, of course, is what she’s going to need to call Major Cleven once the man’s actually over here being forced to live up to the rather tall tales Major Egan’s been chanting about him everywhere on base. George almost feels like she knows him – the straight man to Major Egan’s joking demeanor, the calm centered in the eye of Major Egan’s storm – and she’s got no doubt it’s going to cost her a moment before she can call him Major without thinking of Buck.

“–itch the sirs, Campbell.”

George blinks. “Sir?”

“You can ditch the sirs, Campbell.” He’s already moving again, hands roaming over the beat-up metal plating they took off the plane, glancing back at her as if to make sure she’s following him like a little duckling. “Makes me feel old!” And Bucky Egan doesn’t like to feel old, or so she knows from all the singing and dancing they say he’s been doing around these parts since he got here. “Who’d you say the gun supplies were for?”

“Push. Perrault”– she clarifies, seeing him frown –“the flight engineer?”

“About this high,” he asks, indicating something slightly lower than his own shoulder, “big scowl on her face, refuses to call me Bucky, bossier than the Colonel himself?”

George’s lips twitch. “Sounds like her, sir.”

His answer’s all groan and almost-headache in its loudness. “Campbell…!”

“Sounds like her, Bucky.”

“Thank you,” he says to her correction, even though she damn near felt like stumbling over the name. “What’s Perry gonna do with these? What even is this?”

“Oh! That’s where that got to!”

“Where what got to?” His bemused tone rises in pitch ever so slightly when she snatches the small trinkets off the pile of retracting slides. “Campbell, wha–”

“It’s George, actually, sir. Bunch of Campbells on this base”– really, they’re almost as bad as the Dorrance-Joneses except none of the Campbells are related –“but I’m the only George. And this,” she says, holding a chain aloft, “is all that remains of the really ugly bracelet Dee’s ex-fiancé got her. Along with, well, my broken pendant.”

He doesn’t miss a beat. “Your ex-fiancé’s pendant, George?”

She grimaces. “Pretty sure I’m not marriage material, si– Bucky. It’s just some stupid bullshit the girls asked me to work on. Lucky talisman or something.” She shrugs at it. Drops the pendant into his waiting hand, but pockets the chain herself. “You’re welcome to it, if you like. Would just get tossed out otherwise.”

“Little broken wing on it,” he says, studying the pendant by holding it against the light. “You know, I flew something like this once. Had to land the damn thing even with the wing being crooked.”

“That’s a bitch.”

“Yeah, George,” he grins, “it really is. Think it’s gonna stop me from having to belly-land one of these again if I pocket this?”

“Stitch it into your collar on the side the damage was on. You come back, it works. You go down, well, you’re gonna curse me at heaven’s gate.” George shrugs. Grins back. “I hate getting cursed, you know.”

The pendant vanishes into one of his impossibly deep pockets. His grin remains fully in place. “So I’d better come back, is what I’m hearing?”

“Once they let you back up, sure. And they’re gonna.”

“New shipment coming in. Might not have to.”

George blinks. Plants her hands on her hips. “You’re a pilot, sir, not some damn Air Exec. Blind man can see that.” She swallows. Raises her eyes skyward. “Way this is going, we’re gonna need more pilots.”

His voice lowers. Goes soft around the edges in a way she hasn’t heard from Bucky Egan a day in her life. “And a ground crew providing keepsakes.”

“Talismans, Bucky. That’s what the kids call them these days.”

“You calling me an old man, George?”

George looks him up and down. Registers his too-curly mussed-up hair, his smile beneath his sunglasses, his too-clean uniform beneath his slightly beat-up jacket. Sees how he fidgets in place, all energy pent up until someone releases him for a hunt. His boots are shiny.

“If the shoe fits,” she says, before she can stop herself. Winks at him before turning back to her tarp and paint. “Be seeing you, sir. Preferably behind the yoke of something like a Hurricane Harlot.”

His chuckle sounds warmer than the afternoon sunshine. His shout is so loud she almost jumps into the air again. “Be seeing you, George Campbell!”

He’s got a way of making things sound like the world’s most earnest promise.

[wheresjonno2023-complete]

Godverdomme here's the poll I ought to have run

[tommyxgrace-always]

Ppl say that to my disrespects grace because he called Campbell to tell him he's about to fuck grace, and that's the only reason why he wanted to fuck her, to brag about bedding her. Can u provide an analysis on this please. Why did Tommy really do it if not to brag about fucking grace.

Excellent topic dear anonymous!

I was thinking about this scene the other day and how haters and May/ Lizzie shippers love to use it to justify their “version” of the story.

The show has always been sincere in portraying Tommy’s feelings for Grace quite clearly throughout the course of the series. There are numerous dialogues and events before and after that scene that prove the truth about his feelings.

💕 since s1 we know he was genuinely in love with her and did not stop loving her even after finding her true identity.

💕In the beginning of s2, we are specifically shown a private conversation between Polly and Tommy where Polly brings up Grace. Now Polly is one of the few persons who knows Tommy, especially the sensitive side he keeps hidden from everyone. She acknowledged he loves her in s1 and we see her bring Grace up again. It reiterates the fact that she has been closely observing Tommy for the past 2 yrs and she knows who he is missing the whole time.

💕 Haters can deny everything they want but one thing that is very well established on the show is that Tommy’s love for horses is pure. He hates people in general and uses them but he is too sensitive when it comes to horses. So for him, naming his first ever racehorse which he actually bought had great emotional significance. He would not name the horse just for the sake of it or to spite a man he doesn’t see worthy of respect. He named the horse from a pure place in his heart. I think he really wanted to honour the horse’s beauty and grace. Plus he wanted to name it after the only woman who brought beauty and grace in his life! Maybe he added Grace’s secret to make it a bit more mysterious and apt as horse’s name!! In the scene he appears to give it a moment’s thought before saying the name outloud as if it is not a big deal. But c’mon who is he kidding!! He must have thought of the name night after night. May was right in front of him and he keeps the emotions on his face as neutral as possible to not give away his true feelings.

💕 As per the show’s timeline, buying a racehorse is something Tommy always wanted to do. Campbell came unannounced and involved him in a political plan. Tommy already mocked him and embarrassed him in the hospital, he even mentioned about Grace shooting Campbell. So he didn’t have to buy a horse and name it after Grace to mock him again. It serves no purpose.

💕Also Tommy had no idea Grace would be coming back to England. Remember he even burnt her letter. He bought and named the horse way before he found out she was here. If Grace never came back and Campbell had found out that Tommy owns a horse named after her, it would make Tommy look like a fool. A love sick fool who is still not over her while she is married to another man!!

💕The whole time May was chasing and showing interest in Tommy. They even spend the night together and when Tommy comes back, he goes straight to the phone and calls Grace. Again reiterating he has feelings for her. Simultaneously Campbell’s plan is revealed and it has nothing to do with racehorses or derby. The place of assassination is a house. It is again established that Tommy’s ambition of buying a racehorse and being involved in Campbell’s plan are separate from each other and there is no connection.

💕 The real issue starts when Campbell decides to screw up Tommy personally. He seems determined to do Campbell’s dirty work and get out of the business. But when arthur and Michael are arrested and his business gets attacked he gets pissed because Campbell crosses the line and makes it personal. In the mean time, Grace calls him. Now the important thing here is, he was anyways trying to reconnect with her before shit happens. So her calling back was a deeply emotional moment. It is something he wanted but just came at the wrong time. They have their reunion. We see how they are still in love with each other and he confesses “I haven’t spent a day without thinking about you”, a callback to the conversation he had with Polly back in ep1 of s2. So the feelings were always there and nothing had changed.

💕 Had Campbell not made it personal, I do not think Tommy had any plans to tell him about his letters or his meeting with Grace. But since he attacked Tommy and cornered him, he hit back exactly where it hurts! Grace! And letting him know how she still chooses him!!

In summary, Tommy loved Grace and horses more than anything in the world. If he named the horse after Grace, it was from the most genuine place in his heart. We see him choose Grace over May in a heart beat. Look at the way Tommy looks at Grace, the way he touches her or kisses her. He thinks that he might die at the end of the plan. And the only thing he wanted to cherish was their time together. Even in the finale, he stands at his grave and there is only one person in the world he thinks of!! DO NOT LET DELUSIONAL SHIPPERS MAKE YOU DOUBT THAT!!

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(Valentina's POV)

Harvestfest was a wonderful time full of refreshment and family, but it’s also great to be back home and back in the swing of things. We were surprised one day with a light dusting of snow one morning, it didn’t stick but it was a great sign that the seasons are soon to change and that winter will be here before we know it! Recently at church our pastor preached a message on never wavering in our faith despite the changing seasons, and how timely his message was. There’s so much change happening all the time, yet we shouldn’t get caught up in our lives that we forget our God and his goodness to us! My uncle Allan preached the message on Harvest Sunday, and it was wonderful having almost all of our family in our grandfather’s church. The message that weekend was also apt and spoke about building a Godly legacy that will follow on even when we’re no longer on the earth. My grandparents made sure to live in a Godly manner and raise their children as such, and it was a good reminder to us grandkids that now that we’re having children we need to have the same fervour for the Lord and prioritize raising Godly children! 

The kids have been excited to start school again, Aria is 8 turning 9 next year with Ansel turning 8 in the new year - so they’re only a grade apart with her starting 3rd and him starting 2nd. We use loads of different curriculums depending on how they teach different subjects, including the one that I used growing up, so I feel confident that I know the subject content inside and out since I was taught it and reviewed it. They both get right into homework after breakfast so they can be done and head outside to go play, we do quiet time with the younger kids if they’re up so that the mornings aren’t as hectic as they can get. 

Since they're close in age, they're on the same level of piano and violin lessons. At home they have their own violins, but for piano they travel to a piano teacher's home for their lessons twice a week. We're in the process of looking at electric pianos so that we can get one for them to practice on. Music has always been important to me, growing up my parents showed us that music was an incredible way to worship the Lord, even the Bible says so. Having the kids play music that honours God will help them to redirect their thoughts to Him and keep worship of him in their hearts and minds, the hymns I was taught as a little girl still play in my head daily and I would love the same for them. Eric works from home so he's usually witness to their music lessons, thankfully for all of us the kids have been improving in their skills so the music is nicer to listen to - but regardless of how it sounds we always make sure to cheer them on.

Aria loves to keep the little kids occupied when I need a few minutes to recharge, she loves helping them with their learning cubes and getting them to say their letters, numbers, and colours. When we do family devotions we all pick our word of the month, and Aria (after learning the definition) chose patience and her word of the month. She says that having younger siblings is a way the the Lord teaches you patience, and I have to agree with her! She only ever engages with them for around 15 minutes as a toddlers attention span is only so long, but she says that those 15 minutes are enough for her in the moment 😂.

Eric has been teaching the kids how to ride a bike, he takes each kid out on their own so they can move at their own pace. Ansel is slightly more apprehensive than Aria, to our surprise, you'd think that the little boy would be all gung-ho about bike riding, but in this case it's Aria who has more confidence! Eric says she's be zipping around in no time!

My sister Sabrina came to stay with us too, Tucker was out of town on farm business with his parents so Sabrina and little Campbell came to see us. She's in her second trimester now and will have a gender reveal with the family at Celeste's wedding to reveal what this newest blessing will be! While she was over we looked at baby names, they won't reveal the name until the baby is born but at least we got her down to a shortlist of names. I'm out of my pregnancy/labour & delivery season of life, and I've enjoyed getting to pour into those around me who are just entering motherhood - especially my younger sisters and sisters-in-law. The Lord having Sabrina live close to me feels like a blessing in that I get to be here for my sister, along with the fact that we have each other for support. We're headed to Britechester in a few weeks for her final dress fitting, she wants all the sisters there for her final fitting as she's only had one or two of us there at a time for her earlier fittings. She's asked Macie and I to be her maid and matron of honour, so we're in the process of arranging schedules for a nice bachelorette weekend for her. She wants something small with her loved ones, so we're aiming at renting a cabin and heading up the mountains for some fun in the snow to take advantage of the winter weather.

Zach was also with us after Harvestfest, he stayed for a bit to spend some time with Kelsey. It's heartwarming seeing my younger siblings meet their person and work to build the firm foundations needed for a Godly relationship. Kelsey is such a wonderful girl and makes Zach so happy, hopefully there's news of an engagement soon!

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Murder Mystery - Monday 6th, 2023

Evidence #1 | #2 |

Hello fellow Detectives!

I just got the autopsy report back;

From the report, it seems that she was strangled, and either was hit on the back of the head, or fell back and fractured her head then. From the placement of the body, (laying on her back) either is possible. And there were no drugs found in the blood. Another curious thing, is that her hair was cut after death. So, this would most likely mean that the killer took it as a trophy. Another thing that was not noted in the report, is that Maddison was killed at around 6 AM. (Please add anything you'd like to say about the autopsy, if you find it important).

We also interviewed the family, Mr. and Mrs. Dean, and Sidney Dean. We did not interview Jayson. He was unable to go through with it. His parents do not want him to be more traumatized than he already is.

From this, it seems that Henry has a social media page. If able, we will try and get ahold of any social media we can from any suspects in the future. And another very important note is that we were not able to find Maddison's phone on her body. We believe it is in her dorm, which we would need a warrant for, or someone took it.

During some research; we found out that Henry Campbell is currently dating Eliza Hopkins. They live together, but not on campus. They have an apartment somewhere else.

We actually were able to make a few suspect reports on the few people we have to believe are suspect in this mysterious case. When called about Maddison on Friday, each gave us a small statement which can also be read on their report. They are below; click for a clearer picture.

We've already checked through Google Maps of their location and how long it would take for them to reach the campus. (Based on this address; 1501 Kincaid St, Eugene, Oregon 97405) But, if you would like to double check that work, you may.

Henry Campbell and Eliza Hopkins share a home on 600 Cherry Dr. Apt. 2 Eugene, Oregon, 97401 - approximately an eleven minute drive to campus.

Alexander Scott lives on 118 Treehill Loop, Eugene, Oregon 97405 - approximately a twelve minute drive.

Gracie Ann Kelly was Maddison's roommate.

And both Isabella Wells and Kate Braxston were next door neighbors of Gracie Ann and Maddison.

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We will be interviewing Alexander Scott, Henry Campbell, Eliza Hopkins, Gracie Ann Kelly, Isabella Wells, and Kate Braxston further on Thursday.

We also are trying to get the security videos from that morning of the death. It may take more time to receive those videos.

What do you all think about all this information? What should we take in account and/or do next?

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@micheleamidalajedi @eatmyshortsz666 @doctoriletyougotogalaxy @justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms @marinette-the-clarinet @howlermonkey69

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

Really! SH became increasingly delirious. He looks ridiculous. And why it must be weird. The answer is simple: what he wants to highlight; he invents and remembers and what he blends into his life; he forgets.

Why does he want something so desperately? It does not work. If he doesn’t have practical skills, He’s not a big deal. Meaningless resume to attract attention and get interviews. Daniel Craig beat out him for James Bond’s role 🙄 How did this happen?

Many actors were being discussed for Bond. But, Martin Campbell, James Bond’s director, said he had tested eight actors who did screen tests on “Casino Royale” at the final. Besides Daniel Craig, Goran Visnjic, Sam Worthington, Alex O’Loughlin, Julian McMahon, Clive Owen, and Henry Cavill, (the studios considered Henry Cavill but was too young at the time as he was only 22), other names were heavily rumoured, Hugh Jackman and Ewan McGregor. SH’s name was not on the list.

The audition is 'in person' and takes place face to face. The next step, a screen test, is to act on the screen, the casting director observes how you look on screen and evaluates how you act without other actors in the room. But the interesting thing is SH was not among the 8 finalist actors in the screen test. It seems SH wasn't in the James Bond producers and directors’ cards 😮

Fortunately, Daniel Craig was perfect for the character, for several reasons, including his background, skills, and accomplishments. “Just Jared” should put enough distance between Daniel Craig and SH, who is a lesser-known name and figure. SH wouldn’t have been as good as Craig, no way.

SH did not lose Bond to Daniel Craig. He is out of line talking about his James Bond auditioning. He was excluded during the first round auditions and was not included in the James Bond’s screen test in front of a camera, to see if he was apt for the role, but Daniel Craig did it. So I don't know 🤷‍♀️ When SH realised that he had lost something?

Take a look back at Daniel Craig's casting story for James Bond’s film CASINO ROYALE.

SH, it's important to learn. He is not very subtle in seeking 007’s role. His comments diminish any chances when actors/candidates do not talk about James Bond. He is causing burnout more than enough by promoting himself, in every interview.

[blushingquincy]

The Complete Guide to Falling for the Freak

Chapter 3: Pillow fights

by blushingquincy

Allison Campbell has it all: a big house, good grades, and popularity—but underneath all of that, behind the perfect girl next door facade, is truly where it gets interesting. When she gets stuck tutoring the notorious Freak of Hawkins High, Eddie Munson, her life takes unexpected turns as she battles her step dad, her awful friends and, most importantly, falling in love for the first time.

⚠️Trigger Warnings for this chapter: Mentions of parental death, physical abuse and smoking

HI!! Okay so i’ve been gone for almost a month. I had some family issues…But I am back with a much longer chapter. As always tell me what you think. Love all of you.❤️ If you want to read this on AO3

Chapter 3: Pillow fights

TW: Mentions of parental death, smoking, physical abuse

Allison steps inside. “Mom?” she calls, toeing off her shoes and placing them by the front door. She doesn’t bother calling for Dan—he works until later this evening. The person she really needs to worry about being out of the house is her mother. “Mom!” she yells again, louder this time, just to make sure. The only answer she gets is dead silence.

Wonderful.

It’s not that she’s ashamed of tutoring Eddie, per say. It has nothing to do with Eddie. It has more to do with the fact that Eddie was a guy. This doesn’t mean anything to her, of course, but her mom and step-dad are old fashioned. They hate the thought of Allison being home alone with someone of the opposite gender. The fact that it was with Hawkin’s resident social outcast is just the cherry on top. If they find out, she will never hear the end of it.

Allison is brought out of her thoughts by the sound of grumbling. Oh, it’s her stomach. She hadn’t eaten much at lunch that day. She vaguely recalls Chrissy Cunningham nudging her in the shoulder and looking up at her with those huge owlish eyes, asking “are you okay?” in a soft voice. She’d brushed her off at the time with an absentminded ‘yeah, fine.’ She had just been too anxious over tutoring Eddie that she didn’t have much of an appetite. Until now.

The first thing to catch her attention when she walks into the kitchen is the piece of paper hung on the fridge with a magnet. She recognizes her mother’s pristine handwriting before she reads the words: Out with friends. Be back in a few hours. Love you. The ‘love you’ feels tacked on and impersonal, and Allison rolls her eyes at it.

Well, whatever. She grabs an apple and heads for the stairs. There’s nothing left to do but wait for Eddie to get here, she supposes. The idea gives her an odd feeling in the pit of her tummy, to be honest, like she’s about to puke. She had heard of the phrase ‘butterflies in your stomach’, but that feels too sweet and cutesy for what she’s experiencing—a more apt description would probably be mosquitoes in her stomach.

She distracts herself by tidying up—or, at least, pretending to . There’s not much to do. Her room is already clean. Still, she finds herself fluffing up pillows and moving around the stuffed animals on her bed and reorganizing the things on her desk. Allison does this until she hears the rev of a car engine. That must be him, she thinks as she traipses over to the window. Sure enough, there’s Eddie’ s vans and Eddie himself stepping out of it.

Her breath catches in her throat. The anxiety that she had worked so hard to distract herself from is back with a vengeance. She tries to shake it off as she walks back downstairs. It doesn’t matter what he thinks, she reminds herself. He’s an asshole anyway.

When she opens the door, Eddie is standing on her doorstep and smoking a cigarette, though that last part doesn’t even occur to her at first. What does occur to her is that Eddie has more muscles than she would have expected. Her eyes immediately drift to his arms, on full display in the black Metallica top he’s wearing. The arm holes are cut jagged, like he had cut them himself. He probably had.

“See something you like?” Eddie says. Allison’s eyes snap back to his face. He’s smirking, cigarette hanging from his fingertips. Her face burns. Shit. It was so obvious that she had been staring.

“The opposite, actually,” she corrects. She gestures towards his cigarette and makes for a quick change of the subject. “Those things will kill you, you know?”

Eddie shrugs. “They haven’t yet,” he says. He lifts up his foot and presses the cancer stick against the bottom of his shoe before he steps inside. “So this is your place, huh?”

“Yeah. My room is upstairs, come on.”

Eddie trails behind her. “Aren’t you gonna offer me something to drink? That’s what you’re supposed to do if you have guests, you know—don’t want to be a bad host, now do you?”

Allison is pretty sure that if she rolls her eyes any harder, they’re going to roll out of her skull, just like her parents used to tell her they would when she was little. Nevertheless, she stops and turns around to look at Eddie with a raised eyebrow. She can be polite. “Do you want a drink?”

��No, I’m good.” Eddie gives her a shit-eating grin. “Thanks for offering, though.”

Allison might actually strangle him. She closes her eyes for a long minute and inhales deeply. “Okay then,” she says in a clipped voice. It’ll just be for a few weeks, she reminds herself. She repeats this like a mantra until they reach her bedroom: just for a few weeks, just for a few weeks. I can handle this.

“Which one is yours?” Eddie looks around the hallway.

“This one.” Allison steps inside of her room. Eddie follows in after her, closing the door behind him. He doesn’t say anything for what feels like forever. He just looks around. His eyes scan every inch of her room: her pale pink walls, her floral bedspread, the stuffed animals adorning her bed, the porcelain knick-knacks on her dresser. She presses her lips into a thin line and shifts uncomfortably. It makes her feel oddly scrutinized.

“You know,” Eddie says with a chuckle. “This is exactly what I pictured.”

“Oh?” Allison raises an eyebrow. “You’ve thought about my bedroom, Munson?”

“Does that excite you?” Eddie asks. Allison’s face flushes red and she stammers out something unintelligible, but she can’t find it in herself to be that upset about it. She walked right into that one.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Or do I just make you nervous?”

Allison tries to stammer out a dignified response, something witty and cool that will leave Eddie speechless. But it’s hard to come up with anything when he’s standing so close to her now—he has her pressed against the post of her bed, chest to chest, minty breath hot against her face. Here, she can see all of Eddie’s little features that she never would have noticed before, like the acne scars on his chin and the faint peach fuzz on his his cheeks.

She takes a deep breath. “I think,” she says slowly, purposefully looking down to avoid eye contact with Eddie, “that we should start studying now.”

Thirty minutes have passed. They’ve moved to the floor—Eddie says her bed is too soft and it hurts his back, which doesn’t make much sense to her, but whatever. Their textbooks and notes are scattered haphazardly across the white carpet, but the only one actually paying them any mind is Allison. She’s trying to help Eddie pass, she really is, but it doesn’t really seem like he wants to be helped at all.

Eddie is more preoccupied with trying to balance a pencil on his nose. Every few seconds, it falls off and he tries it again. He pretends to be listening to her, offering absentminded ‘yeah, yeah, I get it’ whenever she demands if he’s even paying attention to what she’s saying, but she can tell he isn’t. It’s actually starting to get on her nerves.

The pencil falls to the floor again and before Eddie can get it, she snatches it and chucks it across the room. Eddie looks at her, mouth open wide and brows furrowed.

“Hey! I was using that!”

“No, actually. You weren’t.” Allison crosses her arms over her chest. “We’re supposed to be studying. You’re never going to pass Mrs. O'Donnell's class if you don’t try. I thought you actually wanted to graduate this year.”

“I do!” Eddie insists. “C’mon, do you think anyone wants to repeat their senior year three times? It’s just so fucking boring!” he falls back dramatically on the carpet. He doesn’t say anything more, and neither does Allison. She just goes back to her notes. She can help once Eddie is done with his little hissy fit.

“Tell me something nobody knows,” Eddie says suddenly.

Allison looks at him with narrowed eyes. “What?” she asks, irritated.

“Come on,” Eddie props himself up on his elbows, body arched towards her. “You said I didn’t really know you, right? So here’s me getting to know you. Tell me something about yourself.”

“If I play your little game, do you promise to start actually studying?” she asks. The way Eddie lights up like a tree and nods rapidly almost gets a smile out of her—almost. She bites the inside of her cheek to stop herself from giving in. She’s supposed to be annoyed with Eddie right now.

“Okay, um.” She twirls the pencil around in her fingers. There are lots of things she could say. She could tell him that she did ballet until she was twelve, or that she had once cut a boy’s hair with a pair of safety scissors in kindergarten for bullying her friend, or that she used to be friends with Nancy Wheeler before she inexplicably started drifting away in their junior year. None of those feel quite right to say.

She looks around her room, hoping to spark some inspiration. Her eyes snag onto the Madonna poster hanging on the wall. Music. “I’m a huge Bon Jovi fan.”

“Bon Jovi, huh?” Eddie actually sits up now, criss crossing his legs. “I didn’t see that one coming. He’s not my personal taste, but I can respect it. It’s better than … that, at least.” He gestures vaguely towards the same poster that had inspired her to tell him about it in the first place.

“Yeah.” There’s a laugh in Allison’s voice as she continues. “My dad was the one who got me into them, actually. He used to play the same song over and over again in the car. They didn’t have a lot of songs released yet—they released a lot of their songs after his death, which feels kinda unfair y’know? I kinda wish he’d gotten to listen to more of their songs. He would have loved them.”

“I haven’t listened to them much since he died. I-I’ve tried, but whenever I do, I always think about him and …” she pauses and inhales sharply. Her vision goes blurry with tears and she blinks to keep them from falling. Her efforts don’t do anything. Hot tears stream down her face and she wipes them away furiously, an uncomfortable laugh bubbling up in her throat. “Fuck. I don’t know why I’m crying. It happened so long ago. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Eddie sounds a little panicked, but his voice is still soft and gentle. He hovers for a second after stumbling over, eyes flitting across her face before he decides to just go for it and wrap his arms around her. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, okay? I get it. My mom—she died too. That shit doesn’t stop hurting. You need to cry about it sometimes. You’re gonna drive yourself crazy, bottling it all up like that. It’s not unhealthy.”

Allison doesn’t have anything to say to that. She sniffles against Eddie’s shirt. “I’m getting snot and tears all over you,” she says miserably.

Her words manage to shock a laugh out of Eddie. “Believe me, I’ve had much worse crap on my clothes before. This is nothing. It’ll wash out.”

Allison takes a deep breath. She lifts her head from Eddie’s shoulder. “Okay,” she says slowly. “Okay.” She repeats, firmer this time. Her face is red and blotchy, and her nose is stuffed up, but— “I think I’m okay now. We should get back to studying.”

“Actually,” Eddie says. He untangles himself from Allison’s grasps and springs to his feet. “I think we deserve a break after all that, don’t you?” He grabs a pillow off her bed and grins at her. “How about we have some fun instead?”

“Eddie, no—” her words are cut off by a pillow striking her in the face. She stands there for a second, shocked into silence. Did he seriously just …?

“Holy shit!” Eddie throws his head back with laughter. “You should have seen your fa—” Allison gives him a taste of his own medicine by throwing a pillow back at him. Her aim isn’t as good, so she only manages to hit his chest, but he still pauses his laughter to look down at her.

“Oh, you are so dead.” Allison barely registers the word. Her heart is pounding from adrenaline. This is the most fun she’s had in forever. She wants to soak in this moment and remember it forever. Her eyes dart all around Eddie’s face—at his wide grin, the way he tilts his head just a little bit, his dark hair, all unkempt and sticking up from the static of the carpet. It feels like the whole world slows down for a minute.

Then Eddie wraps his arms around her waist and things start picking up again. “Wha—Eddie!” she yells indignantly, though she knows for a fact that the smile in her voice is a little too obvious. “Put me down, you asshole!”

He throws her onto the bed and crawls on top of her, wrapping his legs around either side of her hips to keep her pinned to the bed. His fingers flutter against her stomach and she shrieks with laughter. He finds all her most ticklish parts—he even manages to figure out that blowing on her neck would get a reaction too.

“Stop!” Allison forces out through giggles. “Eddie, I can’t breathe! I’m actually gonna piss myself, stop it!”

Eddie obliges. He rolls over so that they’re laying side by side. The bed isn’t quite big enough for two young adults, especially when one of them is six feet tall, so Eddie has to press his body against Allison’s to keep himself from rolling off.

“You know something, Munson?” Allison says. She turns her head to look at him. He does the same. They’re so close that the tips of their noses almost touch; any closer and their lips would be brushing. The moment suddenly feels so much more intimate. “You aren’t so bad,” she continues, voice suddenly soft and breathless.

“Oh.” Eddie sounds a little bit breathless too. Allison can see the way his Adam’s apple moves when he gulps. He realizes, belatedly, that he should probably say more. “I could say the same for you.”

Allison smiles. “Cool.”

“Yeah. Cool.”

They don’t say anything more. Allison’s gaze flickers down towards Eddie’s lips. They’re chapped and with her face so close to his, she can see the places where his lips have turned red from him biting and peeling at them. They’d probably be rough against her own. It would be so easy for her to just lean in and …

The sound of her step-dad’s car pulls her back down to earth. She leans away from Eddie hurriedly—when had she leaned in? She doesn’t remember—and whips her head towards the window. “Shit,” she mutters under her breath. Dan wasn’t supposed to be home until five-thirty, was he? There’s no way that much time had passed.

Allison looks up at the clock hanging on her wall. Sure enough, it’s five-thirty on the dot. She must’ve gotten distracted. She was just having so much fun with Eddie, and she hadn’t bothered to check the time. She was so stupid, stupid, stupid.

“You need to leave. Now.” Her words come off maybe a little too sharp, and paired with her frantic movements as she shoves Eddie’s belongings into his backpack, it probably doesn’t give off the best impression. She can be sorry about her rudeness later. Right now, she just needs Eddie gone. “My mom and step-dad are home now and I didn’t tell them you were coming, and they’re gonna kill me if—”

“Allison!” her mom calls, and Allison stops dead in her tracks. “We’re home!”

Fuck.

She stands up and hurriedly runs her fingers through her hair in a desperate attempt to make it neat again. Nothing happened (maybe not nothing, a voice in her mind says, but she ignores it because this is not the time), but she knows exactly what her mom and Dan will assume when she comes stumbling out of her room with unkempt hair and face flushed a bright red.

Her mom is waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. Allison tries for a casual smile. “Oh, hey Mom. How was your day?”

Her mom doesn’t answer. “Whose van is that outside?”

“Van?” Allison asks, like she has no idea what her mom is talking about. “Oh, that van. It’s just some kid from school. Mrs. O’Donnell asked me to tutor him, so …” she trails off with a shrug. “Yeah.”

Eddie takes this moment to step out into the hall with his backpack slung over one shoulder. He smiles awkwardly and gives a gentle wave. Allison’s mother stares him down, and Allison cringes in sympathy when she sees the way Eddie shifts uncomfortably under the scrutiny.

“A boy,” she says slowly, turning her intense gaze back onto her daughter. “You were here, alone, with a boy.”

Allison nods shakily. Dan decides that this is the moment to slink into Allison’s frame of vision, standing next to her mother. It’s like he sensed the rising discomfort and fear, and decided that this was his time to shine.

“Why weren’t we informed about this, Allison?”

Allison gulps. “It just started today,” she says. She works hard to keep her voice steady, but it shakes anyway. “I was going to tell you that he was coming over, I swear, but you weren’t here when I got home.”

Her step-father doesn’t answer for a long minute. He narrows his eyes at her, silent and judging, before looking back towards Eddie. “I think it’s time for you to leave, young man,” he says coldly.

“Yeah,” Eddie stammers out. “Yeah, yeah, I should go.”

He brushes past Allison, stopping only to give her an apologetic look. She offers a tight-lipped smile, hoping it will convey what she can’t say right now: It’s fine, Eddie. I get it. I don’t want to be here either.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says when he gets to the bottom of the stairs. He smiles at her, all warm and genuine, and it makes her heart flutter. Allison doesn’t dare smile back with her mom and step-dad right there, but she does nod.

“Tomorrow,” she repeats.

The second that the door closes behind Eddie, her step-father beckons her downstairs with his finger. For a split second, Allison considers not going. She could run into her room and lock the door, and just hide away—but she can’t hide forever. She’ll need to confront this eventually. It’s better to get this over with fast.]

She still has a few steps to go when Dan grabs her and yanks her down the rest of the way. “So, you thought it was okay to have a boy here without us knowing.”

He wraps a meaty hand around her thin wrist. She bites down on her lip to stop herself from crying out in pain. It fucking hurts. He’s never done anything like this before. He has always been an asshole, ever since she met him, but he has never put his hands on her before. The sudden escalation in attitude has her on the verge of tears for the second time that night. She actually manages to blink them away this time.

“We were just studying,” she forces out through gritted teeth. She almost asks him to please let her go, but decides against it because she knows it won’t come out the way. She’s scared, yes, but she’s also angry—and the anger will turn her words from “please, let me go” to “get your fucking hands off me” on the way out of her throat.

Fortunately, Dan lets her go anyway. She holds it close to her chest and rubs it in a vain attempt to soothe the pain. It’s already a bright red. That’s definitely going to leave a nasty bruise in the morning.

“You need to tell us these things, Allison,” he says. “I went easy on you this time, but I won’t be so lenient the next time you do something like this without our permission. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.” She keeps her gaze firmly planted on the ground in front of her. There’s no way in Hell she’s going to let him see her cry.

“Good.”

Allison almost manages to escape to her bedroom when he calls her name again. She doesn’t move from her spot at the top of the stairs this time. She just stands silently, waiting for him to speak.

“I’m doing this because I care about you,” he says. “I’m not trying to be the villain. Don’t make me out to be one.”

Allison doesn’t trust herself to speak. She nods shakily, then darts off into her bedroom before he can get out a response. It’s with trembling hands that she locks her door and slides against it onto the floor. She tries to control her breathing. What’s that exercise Mrs. Kelley taught her, back when she went to counseling after her dad’s death? Breathe in seven seconds, hold in for four seconds, breathe out for eight seconds? Or was it in for four, hold for eight, out for seven? Or was it—

Well, it doesn’t matter what that stupid breathing exercise is now, because Allison is crying. Everything hurts. Her wrist still throbs, and now her chest and throat ache from the force of her sobbing. She presses her hand against her mouth and bites down to keep herself from being too loud. The last thing she needs right now is Dan or her mom hearing her crying

The image of her mom flickering into Allison’s mind makes her want to scream. Her mom, who hadn’t done anything to stop him, who had just stood there and let this piece of shit hurt her daughter. Allison knew she and her mom had problems, but still. She’d trusted her. If it came down to it, Allison had thought that her mom would protect her and keep her safe. That’s what mothers were supposed to do. Yet, when Allison needed her, she had just stood there. She just let it happen.

Allison bites down harder on her hand. She tastes blood.

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CONTAINED OUTRAGE: Outgoing Arizona Gov. Ducey tries one last MAGA stunt before he leaves

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CONTAINED OUTRAGE: Outgoing Arizona Gov. Ducey tries one last MAGA stunt before he leaves

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We’re all familiar with the Great Wall of China. And some of you may have heard of the Great Hedge in India, used by the British to control the salt trade. Well, now another type of barrier – in Arizona – may go down in the history books. Decrying an “invasion” from Mexico, outgoing Governor Doug Ducey has tried to contain it with – well – containers.

Using 9’ by 40’, 8800-pound shipping containers owned by the state, Ducey has been plugging holes in Donald Trump’s notorious border wall.

The containers are topped with razor wire and currently stretch for some 3 miles. Ducey had started around Yuma, but now has plans to spend $95 million adding another 10 miles – likely a complete waste of money, considering that incoming governor Katie Hobbs has promised to remove the ad hoc barrier.

Ducey is also almost certainly trespassing on federal land.

“There’s just no question that this is federal property,” Dinah Bear, formerly with the White House Council on Environmental Quality, told The Guardian. “There’s no legal difference between the land they’re putting the shipping containers on and Grand Canyon national park.”

Ducey filed a lawsuit in October disputing this fact, which is now before Judge David Campbell. The U.S. Forest Service is looking for a court order to avoid any conflict with local authorities.

In addition to the U.S. government, the Cocopah Indian Tribe has also spoken out against Ducey’s wall, saying that some of it encroaches upon their reservation.

And there’s been criticism from scientists as well: the Center for Biological Diversity has noted that the containers hurt certain migratory species that typically cross over the area.

Of course, keeping out migrating animals and keeping out humans are two entirely different balls of wax. Generally, such obstacles don’t pose much of a challenge to human crossers, especially since they can be extraordinarily difficult to guard.

It’s reported that the Great Hedge in India took some 12,000 British officers working in shifts to maintain

Also worth noting is the fact that – despite Republican claims to the contrary – the overwhelming majority of illegal drugs that come over the border – more than 90% – come through legal points of entry and through the mail.

Fentanyl isn’t being carried by undocumented workers trying to sneak into the country; it’s going through the ports of California and being delivered by the USPS.

Ducey is probably just trying to stand out in a field of Republican hardliners (some might say “assholes” is a more apt description).

There’s Greg Abbott of Texas, who has been shipping out migrants by bus. And Ron DeSantis, who is so intent on being an asshole that he literally goes to other states to find undocumented workers to abuse.

Douchey (whoops! – meant Ducey) is competing against them and perhaps trying to distinguish himself, even if it means wasting tens of millions of dollars of taxpayer money on an eyesore that won’t do anything to change the situation.

Good job, Douchey!

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JAWS (1975) written by Carl Gottlieb (from the novel by Peter Benchley) produced by Richard D. Zanuck and David Brown directed by Steven Spielberg starring Roy Scheider Robert Shaw Richard Dreyfus Lorraine Gary Murray Hamilton Carl Gottlieb cinematography by Bill Butler edited by Verna Fields music by John Williams

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P s y c h o (1960) written by Joseph Stefano (from the novel by Robert Bloch) directed and produced by Alfred Hitchcock starring Anthony Perkins Vera Miles John Gavin Janet Leigh Martin Balsam Simon Oakland cinematography by John L. Russell edited by George Tomasini music by Bernard Hermann

A L I E N (1979) written by Dan O'Bannon (story by Dan O'Bannon and Ronald Sushett) directed by Ridley Scott produced by Gordon Carroll David Giler Walter Hill starring Tom Skerritt Sigourney Weaver Veronica Cartwright John Hurt Harry Dean Stanton Yaphet Kotto Ian Holm cinematography by Derek Vanlint edited by Terry Rawlings music by Jerry Goldsmith

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The Hunger (1983) written by Ivan Davis Michael Thomas (from the novel by Whitley Strieber) directed by Tony Scott produced by Richard Shepherd starring Catherine Deneuve Susan Sarandon David Bowie Cliff De Young cinematography by Stephen Goldblatt edited by Pamela Power music by Michel Rubini Denny Jaeger

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The Company of Wolves (1984) written by Neil Jordan Angela Carter (from the short story in Angela Carter's book "The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories") directed by Neil Jordan produced by Chris Brown Stephen Woolley starring Sarah Patterson David Warner Angela Lansbury Micha Bergese Stephen Rea cinematography by Bryan Loftus edited by Rodney Holland music by George Fenton

A Quiet Place (2018) written by Bryan Woods Scott Beck John Krasinski directed by John Krasinski produced by Michael Bay Andrew Form Brad Fuller starring Emily Blunt John Krasinski Millicent Simmonds Noah Jupe Cade Woodward cinematography by Charlotte Bruus Christensen edited by Christopher Tellefsen music by Marco Beltrami

W O R L D W A R Z (2013) written by Matthew Michael Carnahan Drew Goddard & Damon Lindelof (from the novel novel by Max Brooks) directed by Marc Forster produced by Brad Pitt Dede Gardner Jeremy Kleiner Ian Bryce starring Brad Pitt Mireille Enos Daniella Kertesz James Badge Dale Peter Capaldi Pierfrancesco Favino Ludi Boeken Matthew Fox Fana Mokoena David Morse cinematography by Ben Seresin edited by Roger Barton Matt Chesse music by Marco Beltrami

LOST H i g h w a y (1997) written by David Lynch Barry Gifford directed by David Lynch produced by Mary Sweeney Tom Sternberg Deepak Nayar starring Bill Pullman Patricia Arquette Balthazar Getty Natasha Gregson Wagner Robert Loggia Robert Blake Michael Massee Jack Nance Henry Rollins Gary Busey cinematography by Peter Deming edited by Mary Sweeney music by Angelo Badalamenti

N e a r D a r k (1987) written by Kathryn Bigelow Eric Red directed by Kathryn Bigelow produced by Edward S. Feldman Steven-Charles Jaffe Charles Meeker starring Adrian Pasdar Jenny Wright Lance Henriksen Bill Paxton Jenette Goldstein Tim Thomerson cinematography by Adam Greenberg edited by Howard Smith music by Tangerine Dream

S e c o n d s (1966) written by Lewis John Carlino (from the novel by David Ely) directed by John Frankenheimer produced by John Frankenheimer Edward Lewis starring Rock Hudson Salome Jens John Randolph Will Geer Jeff Corey Murray Hamilton Frances Reid cinemtography by Tak Fujimoto edited by David Newhouse Ferris Webster music by Jerry Goldsmith

Nosferatu The Vampyre (1979) written by Werner Herzog w/ Tom Shachtman Martje Grohmann directed by Werner Herzog produced by Walter Saxer Werner Herzog Michael Gruskoff starring Klaus Kinski Isabelle Adjani Bruno Ganz Roland Topor Walter Landengast Martje Grohmann cinematography by Jorg Schmidt-Reitwein edited by Beate Mainka-Jellinghaus music by Florian Fricke Popol Vuh

30 DAYS of NIGHT (2007) written by Steve Niles Stuart Beattie Brian Nelson (from the graphic novel by Steve Niles Ben Templesmith) directed by David Slade produced by Sam Raimi Robert Tapert starring Josh Hartnett Melissa George Danny Huston Ben Foster Mark Boone Jr. Amber Sainsbury Megan Franich Manu Bennett cinematography by Jo Willems edited by Art Jones music by Brian Reitzell

f r e a k s (1932) written by Willis Goldbleck Leon Gordon (from the short story "Spurs" by Tod Robbins) directed and produced by Tod Browning starring Wallace Ford Leila Hyams Olga Baclanova Roscoe Ates cinematography by Merritt B. Gerstad edited by Basil Wrangell

the M i s t (2007) written and directed by Frank Darabont (from the novella by Stephen King) produced by Frank Darabont Martin Shefer Liz Glotzer starring Thomas Jane Laurie Holden Marcia Gay Hardin Andre Braugher Toby Jones William Sadler Frances Sternhagen Jeffrey DeMunn cinematography by Rohn Schmidt edited by Hunter M. Via music by Mark Isham

Invasion of the BODY SNATCHERS (1956) written by Daniel Mainwaring (from the novel by Jack Finney) directed by Don Siegel produced by Walter Wanger starring Kevin McCarthy Dana Wynter Larry Gates King Donovan Carolyn Jones Jean Willes Ralph Dumke cinematography by Ellsworth Fredericks edited by Robert S. Eisen music by Carmen Dragon

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Monday, September 23, 2024

It's been one week since you all started looking at me

3:55 p.m. EDT: "Tigers are calling up top pitching prospect Jackson Jobe"

4:35 p.m. EDT: "Stellantis starts search for Tavares successor as pressure rises

4:50 p.m. EDT: "Dan Campbell moved after Snapchat harassment, unwanted visitors, police reports show"

I'd like to link these first three headlines together and reflect a little after my first week on the job as Detroit's favorite unofficial headline reviewer. There are three constants for The Detroit News, and that's updates on the local sports teams, updates on the movements of the Big 3, and genuine news items. I don't mean to dismiss America's first (and second, and once hockey season starts, third) favorite pastimes, but I don't find urgency or import in the decisions of or game results for Detroit's teams. Alas, I have forced myself to report them, and so I shall.

The auto industry updates are a bit more complex, given the genuine importance to a lot of people in the area. Hell, I find myself at Ford's many plants from time to time. I can't discount the value of these news items, but I can't promise to have nuanced or interesting opinions on them either. Maybe as time goes on, I'll leave them out of these updates, but as it stands I feel as though I'd be doing a disservice to this project not to write the headlines out and provide my (however uninformed) color commentary.

5:55 p.m. EDT: "Prosecutor won't charge five people arrested in Israel-Hamas protest at Wayne State"

Wow, this is an incredibly disingenuous headline! Calling the protests for Palestinian liberation "Israel-Hamas protest[s]" is actually insane, I don't even know where to begin. I'd like to apologize if my usual eloquence deserts me for this segment, but I just can't pretend to focus on flowery prose when this is how a newspaper frames these events. There's a certain level of tone-deafness one must operate under to link Hamas at all to these protests in Detroit (adjacent to Dearborn, with its massive Arab-American population), and I'm shocked an editor let this pass unchecked. People calling for the end to a genocide that is actively killing their relatives or brothers and sisters in faith (or even their brothers and sisters in the human race, if we can be for real about this) has nothing to do with a foreign terrorist group. It would be like those protesting police brutality in Minneapolis in 2020 being labeled as "Police-Thug protest[ers]." It wouldn't be done there, and it shouldn't be done here.

6:37 p.m. EDT: "Audit: DTE, Consumers electricity outage durations 'worse than average' among utilities"

To quote one of my close friends: "I'm afraid of the rain, because every time the wind sneezes on my house, the power goes out." I wish the electricity in this area worked, but much like wishing not to be in a swamp, I fear there's nothing to be done. (I mean, there is, but I don't have the power to change it, so I shall stick my head in the proverbial sand.)

On a personal note:

I feel the burnout setting in. I, for the first time this semester, didn't turn in an assignment. I could make a lame excuse about a migraine, but I really just didn't want to watch a movie whose accompanying assignment is only worth 0.67% of my final grade. I'll try my best not to repeat the pattern this week, but only time will tell. The semester's not even half over.

ed. note: please excuse my use of the word "thug" above. I'm cognizant of the fact that I as a white person must be careful when bandying that word (and those like it) about, but another more apt comparison didn't come to hand quickly enough. I try not to spend more than 15 minutes writing these, but understand that I spent 3-4 of those agonizing on whether I could use a less inflammatory word. If you're offended, please let me know and I'll remove it. I love you, be safe out there.

Until tomorrow,

DM

[ulkaralakbarova]

Working-class waitress Slim thought she was entering a life of domestic bliss when she married Mitch, the man of her dreams. After the arrival of their first child, her picture perfect life is shattered when she discovers Mitch’s hidden possessive dark side, a controlling and abusive alter ego that can turn trust, love and tranquility into terror. Terrified for her child’s safety, Slim flees with her daughter. Relentless in his pursuit and enlisting the aid of lethal henchmen, Mitch continually stalks the prey that was once his family. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Slim Hiller: Jennifer Lopez Mitch Hiller: Billy Campbell Ginny: Juliette Lewis Joe: Dan Futterman Jupiter: Fred Ward Jim Toller: Bill Cobbs FBI Agent: Jeff Kober Instructor: Bruce A. Young Gracie Hiller: Tessa Allen Phil: Christopher Maher Mrs. Hiller: Janet Carroll Robbie: Noah Wyle Homeowner: Bruce French FBI Agent: Dan Martin FBI Agent: Brent Sexton Teacher Betty: Sandra Nelson Waitress: Lynne Marie Stewart Jupiter’s Blonde Girl: Margaret Emery Electronics Store Clerk: Victor McCay Mitch’s Young Blonde: Nikki Bokal Front Desk Clerk: John O’Brien Bank Teller: Louisa Abernathy Ticket Clerk: Kerri Higuchi Soup Server: Fern Ward Mr. Hiller: James Noah First Cop: Leif Riddell Teddy: Ruben Madera Film Crew: Production Design: Doug Kraner Producer: Rob Cowan Director of Photography: Rogier Stoffers Producer: Irwin Winkler Director: Michael Apted Writer: Nicholas Kazan Co-Producer: Jeanney Kim Casting: John Brace Stunt Coordinator: Simon Crane Transportation Captain: Don Tardino Executive Producer: E. Bennett Walsh Makeup Department Head: Teresa M. Austin Costume Design: Shay Cunliffe Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Paul Massey Music Editor: Zigmund Gron Costume Supervisor: Helen Monaghan Set Decoration: Tracey A. Doyle Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Doug Hemphill Sound Mixer: Robert Janiger Second Assistant Director: Joan G. Bostwick First Assistant Editor: Thomas Calderon Supervising Sound Editor: John A. Larsen Location Manager: Jennifer Dunne Art Direction: Andrew Menzies Key Grip: Brian H. Reynolds Assistant Art Director: Greg Berry Editor: Rick Shaine Unit Production Manager: Dennis Stuart Murphy First Assistant Director: Robert Huberman Construction Coordinator: David T. Cannon Script Supervisor: Benita Brazier Casting: Linda Lowy Camera Operator: Chris Squires Music Editor: Dina Eaton Key Makeup Artist: Pamela Santori Production Accountant: Michael Goosen Property Master: Chris Ubick Stunts: Gábor Piroch Special Effects Coordinator: Rick Thompson Unit Publicist: Vic Heutschy Still Photographer: Van Redin Assistant Sound Editor: David Wolowic Sound Effects Editor: Ken Fischer Hair Department Head: Martin Samuel ADR Supervisor: Lucy Coldsnow-Smith Color Timer: Harry Muller Assistant Sound Editor: Paul Apted Assistant Sound Editor: J. Aloysius Flanagan III Hairstylist: Susan Germaine Assistant Editor: Andrew Blustain ADR Editor: Kelly Oxford Foley Editor: Christopher Flick Set Designer: Suzan Wexler Makeup Artist: Margot Boccia Transportation Co-Captain: Timothy P. Ryan Cableman: Tom Fox Orchestrator: Nicholas Dodd Key Hair Stylist: Rod Ortega Rigging Gaffer: Martin Bosworth Casting Assistant: Derek Marquand Standby Painter: Lisa Shaftel Propmaker: Tony R. Medina First Assistant Camera: Makiko Carlson Dialogue Editor: Susan Dawes Dialogue Editor: Mildred Iatrou Original Music Composer: David Arnold Production Assistant: J. Wilfrid White Set Dresser: Paul Mugavero Graphic Designer: Steven Samanen Set Production Assistant: Trish Stanard Leadman: Luigi Mugavero Stand In: Alder Sherwood Set Production Assistant: Chad Saxton Boom Operator: George W. Scott Stunt Double: Jill Brown Stunt Double: Joe Bucaro III Movie Reviews: Andre Gonzales: Good movie. Love to see a woman take a position of power against her attacker. Even when that attacker is her husband.

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“HEAVYWEIGHT” is the lead track from @dimefl_’s latest self-titled EP (@newmoralityzine @feralchildhq) & it finds the Miami-based outfit bringing the aesthetically apt goods across a 3:23 clip of big guitar slangin, EMOtionally fraught & post_hardcoring AltRawk.

@ddoublewish are here w/ “FLOATING,” the lead track from their recently released EP titled ‘Universe Sometimes’ ( @hitthenorthrecs) & it finds the Orange County-based duo of multi-instrumentalists Philippe Andre & Adam Sabolick setting the stage across 2 1/2 mins of summer ready IndiePop.

@downhaul are here w/ a brand new standalone single titled “SINKER” (@selfawarerecords) & it finds the Richmond-based quartet proving that shit does indeed take time across a crunchily twanged slice of guitar-driven & southernly charmed IndieRock.

“HOPEWELL” is choice cut from FLORIDA GHOST’s latest EP titled ‘Wanderstar’ & it finds @cedarcowart’s Maine-based project brining the ethereally light goods across a 4:40 clip of loopily droned, field recorded & sound_scaping AmbiPop.

“LATER” is the latest single from @gift_nyc’s forthcoming debut LP titled ‘Illuminator’ (8/23 @capturedtracks) & it finds the NYC-based quintet of vocalist/guitarist Freda, multi-instrumentalists Jessica Gurewitz/Justin Hrabovsky, drummer Gabe Camarano & bassist Kallan Campbell bringing their brand of swirlingly darkened PsychRock.

“SPRING IN NEW YORK” is a choice cut from @growingstonemusic’s recently released LP titled ‘Death of A Momma’s Boy’ (@wearenearmint) & it finds multi-instrumentalist Skylar Sarkis’ Rochester-based project brining the cheekily sinister’d goods across a 4:39 clip of broodingly bruised & wonderfully Why?’d Indie.