#arnie murdoch

[come-hell-or-high-water]

Later that evening, Harry was called into the office. Charles had told him that it was urgent but didn’t mention any specifics. It was raining when Harry wandered alone through Brindleton Bay to tell Arnie, who didn't have a telephone, that they had work to do. The air was stifling and felt ominous - like a thunderstorm would roll in at any moment.

"Charles wants us to do some work for him", Harry announced as he came through the door and shook the rain off his coat.

"At this hour?", said Arnie and shook his head. “Do you know what this could be about?”

"I have no idea", said Harry and shrugged. "But it's probably not good when he wants to meet us at such short notice."

It was unusual for them to meet Charles in the warehouse. He usually preferred to stay inside the office. They smoked the cigarettes he had offered and awaited orders, but this time it took a while before their boss said anything. The atmosphere was tense as the thunder rumbled outside and they could both feel that something was wrong. "We have a problem", he finally said. "You see, one of you boys has gone behind my back."

"What do you mean?" Harry said, a chill passing through his body. Suddenly his senses were sharpened. “You know you can trust us.”

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out about your affair with my wife?" Charles said, turning directly to Arnie. 

Harry's heart sank as he realized that this situation was serious. Neither he nor Arnie would be able to talk their way out of this like they usually did.

Then, without warning, Charles pulled out his gun that he'd kept hidden inside his coat. Arnie held out his hands to protect himself, but it was hopeless. A deafening shot was fired and his body fell to the ground before Harry could react.

Everything happened in a few seconds. Harry dropped to his knees and held his best friend as he took one last wheezing breath. An eerie silence filled the room as he tried to understand what had just occurred. He didn't know what to do, other than cling to his friend's body.  "He's dead," he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. "Good," Charles said coldly, walking towards Harry with the gun still in his hand. "Because I'm not done yet."

[dark-corners]

“BECAUSE WASHINGTON IS HOLLYWOOD FOR UGLY PEOPLE” A Love Story.

Around 2006 a strange web page appears without much rhyme or reason.

Let me preface this entry: I LOVE old websites. Old, abandoned sites that have fell victim to the dot com bubble burst and the sands of time. It just excites me. Like walking through an abandoned building. Okay with that said that leads us to this site:

http://111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111.com/

Its a bit bizarre. A collage of Arnold Schwarzenegger photoshopped in drag mixed with animals and anime – with a large quote (largely attributed to democratic political consultant Paul Begula) yelling from the rooftops, “WASHINGTON IS HOLLYWOOD FOR THE UGLY”It’s probably pretty sensible to imagine this is politically motivated. With hidden “Enter” buttons scattered across the artwork that lead you deeper into political pop culture madness.

Finding the humor in Arnie photoshopped into heels and recognizing the quote I was intrigued. Who was this mysterious artist? Well fortunately for me I had a ridiculously good lead. Upon arriving at this web page you are greeted with a pop up:

So I took our phantom artist up on his offer and typed the address in the web bar. There I stood at the foot of the ruins which once was called home by so many millennials in the past. The sad wasteland that is the Myspace of today. Kenneth Hunt’s profile was still there. But it was pretty much a dead end. A snapshot of a guy from 15 years ago. From New York, more handsome than Rupert Murdoch (sorry, Rupe) but that was about it.

So it was on to Google and to absolutely no ones surprise including my own there are a lot of notable Kenneth Hungs in the world. Especially in New York. Another dead end. Maybe some things just aren’t meant to be found. Maybe I should get a life and stop stalking some guy over a joke webpage he published fourteen years ago? All of these things are true and ran through my head. I decided to go to the website one last time for anymore clues. What I’d find would blow the case wide open.

Which sounds way more dramatic than it should. I noticed a copy write in tiny letters traveling down the side of the picture. Copy right 2006 to Kenneth Tin Kin Hung. I immediately googled his full name and wah-lah.

Kenneth is an award winning Chinese-American artist and his work is pretty fucking awesome. I highly suggest visiting his site: Tinkin.com and checking out his work. It’s very stylish and cool. So with that said – mystery solved. And I very clearly don’t own any of the artwork or pictures in this post. – DC

[midtownmeadows]

names for sims!

Hey, folks! I saw some other simblrs (i wish i remembered who so i could give credit ;_;) making lists of names for sims so I thought that would be fun to do too! They’re an odd (and some normal) bunch of names that you can use for all sims! Click “keep reading” to see names. I just didn’t want to take up your whole dashboard (it’s super long, sorry)!

*= new names added to list (from July 4th)

A

Apricot

April

Adelaide

Adeline

Andre

Acer

Ace

Alaska

Atticus

Arnie

Aubrey/Audrey

Augusta/August

Anais*

B

Bernie/Burnie

Bernard

Bernadette

Benali

Beck

Bass

Basil

Beatrice

Beau/Bo

Beetie

Blair

Bran

Brita

Birdie

Baxtor

Briar

Berit

Bug*

C

Corrine

Camille

Cameron

Cormac

Canne

Cantor

Calypso

Cal

Callie

Cooper

Caroline

Clark

Cosmo

Carl

Calliope

Clove

Chi

Cyrus

Cinder*

D

Della

Denver

Dakota

Dewie

Donovan

Dallas

Dale

Davi

Dorian

Dusty

Delia*

E

Ellis

Elsie

Elyse/Elise

Elma

Eden

Etta

Eloise

Esme

Elle

Emmy

Ember*

F

Fjord

Ferris

Francine

Frankie

Fleur

Florence

Frances/Francis

Flynn

Flo

Fry

Fig

Finnick*

G

Gem

Gin

Gladia

Gloria

Glimmer

Goliath

Gillian

Genie

Gene

Georgia

Graham

Guppy*

Gazpacho*

Gillie/Gilly*

H

Helena

Hank

Hila

Hooper

Holly

Hugo

Hal

Harper

Harriet

Holden

Hill*

Hyde*

Holland*

I

Ilbie

Iona

Ian

Indiana

Indi

Iver

Ida

Irene

Iris

Imogen

Iker*

Ines*

J

Jason

Jam

Jo

Joji

Joanna

Joanne

Jolene

Jetson

Joel

Jeanne

Jeannie

Junie

Juniper

Janie

Jacqueline*

Jade*

Jupiter*

K

Kellin

Kipper

Kane

Karl

Kibb

Kit

Kahlo

Kip*

L

Lula

Lillian

Lilith

Laurel

Lake

Locke

Laude

Landy

Lore

Lark

Levi

Lou

Lindy*

Lavender*

M

Mandy

Maude

Maeve

Mynt

Morin

Mathias

Marina

Mariana

Marion

Marmalade

Mars

Marnie

Maryland

Marigold

Margot

Margie

Marcie

Myrtle

Murdoch

Moody*

Mabel*

Mack*

Madelaine*

Magdalene*

Magi*

Malcom*

Mars*

Mercury*

N

Nellie

Nelle

Nova

Nest

Ned

Nora

Norm*

Nectar*

Nectarine*

Nadine*

Naan*

Neptune*

Neville*

Newt*

Nico*

Nicola*

Nix*

Noelle*

Noir*

O

Octavia

Oakland

Olive

Ott

Ophelia*

Opal*

Ode*

Olympia*

Omar*

Orion*

Orlando*

Oscar*

Ove*

Oz*

Ozzie*

P

Paola

Poppy

Penn

Pipper

Primrose

Pepper

Pip*

Peck*

Peach*

Prunella*

Papaya*

Pandora*

Park*

Pascal*

Pearl*

Percy*

Petra*

Phillipa*

Phineas*

Phoebe*

Phyllis*

Pier*

Pilar*

Pippa*

Puck*

Pyre*

Pluto*

Q

Quail

Quinn

Quincy

Quill

Queenie*

Quaker*

Quiche*

Quinoa*

R

Ruby

Rudy

Rosette

Rosalie

Roseland

Rosalind

Rosemary

Ross

Roscoe

Roch

Rhea

Ranger

Rogue

Riggs

Robin/Robyn*

Robbie*

Rodney*

Rae*

Reyna*

Ramona*

Randy*

Raul*

Regina*

Remi*

Rhett*

Ringo*

River*

Rocky*

Rosetta*

Rusty*

Rocket*

S

Sloan

Sandy

Steph

Sparrow

Sundae/Sunday

Soleil

Sun*

Shan*

Saffron*

Sagan*

Sage*

Samara*

Saturn*

Saul*

Sawyer*

Scout*

Selma*

Seneca*

Sarge*

Shelby*

Shell*

Shepherd*

Shiloh*

Sigfrid

Silas*

Siobhan*

Smitty*

Solange*

Stevie*

T

Tallulah

Tulip

Thatcher

Thyme*

Tilly*

Thad*

Taro*

Tempest*

Teo*

Thea*

Theo*

Theodora*

Trixie*

Trudy*

Troy*

Terra*

U

Urma

Ulrich/Ulrike/Ulric

Ulysses

Uma*

Uri*

Unity*

V

Vienna

Vicari

Vince

Vinny/Vinnie*

Violet*

Violetta*

Val*

Valentine*

Valeria*

Vic*

Valley*

Venice*

Venus*

Vera*

Verne/Vern*

W

Winnie

Winifred

Winona

Wren

Wes

Weswick

Wilfred

Walter

Wallace*

Wilma*

Wilbur*

Wick*

Willa*

Wynn/Winn*

X

Xena

Xerxes

Xi*

Xylo*

Y

Yuri

Yuna

Yuma

Yang*

Ynez*

Yvette*

Z

Zara

Zephyr

Zirconia

Zen*

Zig*

Ziggy*

[softpattinson]

10 characters

Tagged by the lovely @luddlebubble in no specific order 1. Lucas Blye (lucas) 2. Johnny cade (the outsiders) 3. Arnie grape (what’s eating gilbert grape) 4. Ronald Miller (can’t buy me love) 5. jim carroll (the basketball diaries) 6. Kenickie Murdoch (grease) 7. Lexie grey (greys anatomy) 8. Mark sloan (greys anatomy) 9. John bender (the breakfast club) 10. Dallas winston (the outsiders) anyone is welcome to do it!

[come-hell-or-high-water]

Frances was going into town and decided to bring Edwin, as it was finally time for him to meet his father. To Charles, she said that he needed him to help with some errands. Edwin was eager and couldn't stop talking, while she was tense as she didn't want to be caught going into Arnie's apartment.

Fortunately, they managed to sneak through the gate and up to the apartment without anyone noticing them. They barely got inside the door before Edwin caught sight of Arnie and hurried towards him.

Before they even exchanged greetings Edwin flung his arms around his neck as a relieved laugh escaped him. He had been looking forward to this and couldn't help but overflow with joy.

The trio spent the day together in the apartment. Frances watched as Edwin and Arnie got to know each other and felt an enormous guilty for keeping them apart and not telling him the truth sooner. She watched them and saw how excellent of a father Arnie was, as he played with his son for hours without getting fed up. They belonged together - there was no doubt.

“You know, we could always have it like this?” Arnie said and made his way to Frances. They held each other, content to be a real family if only for a short while. "That would be wonderful," sighed Frances.

Edwin looked excitedly at his parents as their words sparked hope within him. He wanted nothing more than for them to be together. His mother seemed much more comfortable here with Arnie and he already liked him way more than Charles.

[come-hell-or-high-water]

Edwin was on his way home from his first day of school and was excited to tell his mother all about it. As he opened the door, he heard argumentative voices echoing across the mansion. When he came closer, he saw that it was his mother and Arnie, a man he had a vague memory of as a child. Before they caught sight of him, he hid in the doorway and listened.

“I apologize for just barging in like this, but I needed to see you,” he heard Arnie say. Peeking forward, he could see him reaching out to touch Frances' face.

"You know can't come here uninvited," Frances said. "People will start talking."

“That's exactly it. I'm tired of always sneaking around with you”, Arnie said. “How long do I have to wait for you to finally work up the courage to leave Charles? I can't stand this much longer. I've already missed so much of Edwin's childhood and I'm afraid he'll grow up never knowing who his real father is. Don't you understand how much it pains me not to see him?”

“This is outrageous. I can't just leave Charles!”

"Please, Frances," Arnie begged. “We could get out of here. Escape and move somewhere else, where no one knows us.” "That's just inconsiderate," said Frances. “Our whole life is here and I have my other children to think about as well. What kind of mother would I be if I tore them away from their home?”

Frances stormed off and Arnie was left alone. Edwin quickly hid away to avoid detection. Thousands of questions swirled in his head. It felt like he accidentally opened a terrifying door to the adult world and immediately wanted to close it again.

[come-hell-or-high-water]

The work that Harry and Arnie were doing for Charles had increased. Through him, they had procured weapons which they were instructed to use for extortion purposes. The job had become more dangerous, as a gang had formed to try to con Charles out of his wealth.

After a particularly intense evening, Harry and Arnie recovered down at an abandoned venue near the docks where their base was located. Harry had been unusually quiet all day and Arnie had never seen him like this before. He was always the ambitious and driven one, but today he seemed to have lost the spark. "I don't like the way this is escalating," Harry said. "My gut tells me that Charles will want to drag this conflict out further." "So?" Arnie said. "It's not like we have something to say about the matter." “I hate that we're just his simple foot soldiers", said Harry with a bitter tone in his voice. "It's getting dangerous and we'll be the ones paying the price. It's only a matter of time before he asks us to get rid of somebody.”

"You, if anyone, should really be careful," he continued. “You and Frances are not the best at keeping your relationship in the dark, it's been obvious to both me and Nina for a while now." “What do you mean?” Arnie said, his heart suddenly beating faster. "Don't be daft," said Harry. “If I were you I would tread lightly. Especially since we work so closely together with Charles. Who knows what he would do if he found out you're going behind his back?”

"I'll keep that in mind," said Arnie, taking a drag from his cigarette.

Harry's words worried him. If he had discovered their relationship so easily, what stopped Charles from doing the same? He was going to have to do something about this. The easiest solution would be to stop seeing Frances and Edwin altogether, but that was also what he dreaded the most.

[come-hell-or-high-water]

Frances' infidelity was no longer just a kiss, but an active and recurring decision. After the party, she had started seeing Arnie secretly, late at night at his apartment when everyone else was asleep. Her guilty conscience should have tormented her, but she was so caught up with her desire for him that she didn't care.

Frances usually stayed with Arnie all night. He had made a habit of following her home early before the town had woken up and someone they knew discovered them together. And most importantly - before Charles realized that Frances had been gone.

They both knew how disastrous it would be if Charles discovered them together, but neither mentioned it. Right now, they just wanted to enjoy each other's company, after being apart for so long.

However, their secret meetings had resulted in something else. When her body  began to change, Frances immediately understood what it was - as she had experienced it before. She was pregnant.

[come-hell-or-high-water]

Harry had disappeared with Nina somewhere and the other guests had moved indoors, as the weather had turned chilly. They sat positioned in the living room and played jazz from a gramophone. The atmosphere was pleasant but Frances felt uncomfortable as she occasionally made eye contact with Arnie, who was sitting across from her.

His gaze finally became too much for her and she had to excuse herself and leave the room. Out in the hallway, she found a drink and immediately downed it, hoping it would calm her nerves.

Unfortunately, Arnie had followed her.

"Frances, how are you?" Arnie asked.

"I'm fine", she said.

“You don't seem fine. Something is obviously bothering you.”

"You're the one bothering me", she finally said. “Because when I'm with you I can't help thinking... What if I married the wrong man? What if I should have married you instead?”

Arnie grabbed her, clearly shocked by her words.

Without a warning, he kissed her. She was scared of the fact that it felt so right - like this was how it was supposed to be all along. Without hesitation, she kissed him back and for a moment stopped thinking about her marriage and everything else that weighed her down lately. Part 2/3

[come-hell-or-high-water]

Harry's work with Charles Calloway was going well. After a shaky start, they now got along well and Charles had yet to regret hiring Harry. Charles worked as a bank manager and had set Harry to do various manual work that needed to be done. On the outside, everything looked fine and business was booming.

However, behind closed doors, another was taking place. Charles had a habit of lending large sums of money to people who were not too willing to pay them back. Therefore, Harry had become a valued asset, as he had nothing against encouraging reluctant debtors to pay up.

But it wasn't enough for Harry, who also took advantage of the location at the harbour to sell alcohol and tobacco to people who smuggled it to America, where the alcohol ban allowed him to charge more for the illegal goods. Arnie had also stopped his work at the factory and instead served as Harry's constant companion, making his job easier and more efficient.

But the best part was that his hard work had finally started to pay off, and with that, he could finally afford to start living the life he had always dreamed of. After saving most of his first earnings he was able to buy a house near the coast with a fantastic view - as well as a automobile.

[come-hell-or-high-water]

After the stock market collapsed, Charles had considerably more to do surrounding his work. He spent long, hard days at the office that wore him down deeply. Everything he had built up throughout his life was about to be demolished in a blink of an eye. A small relief was that he enlisted the help of his son, who was more than happy to help his father salvage what could be salvaged within the company. Charles was no longer young and if any of his fortune was left after all of this he wanted it to go to Charlie, who now worked for him full-time.

During a particularly tiring day, when it had become apparent that they had lost a considerable amount of money to the bank, Charles decided that they should take a breath of fresh air to clear their minds. He believed that a quick promenade outside would make them more clear-headed, without being able to foresee the horrific discovery they would make. As they rounded a corner, they saw Frances. She was walking in front of them arm-in-arm with Arnie, with whom Charles was well acquainted. They kept close to each other without a care in the world, looking very much in love.

“Son, did you know about this?” he asked as a rage unlike any other began to rise within him. Not only was his wealth about to be taken from him but now also his wife.

Charlie shook his head because this discovery was just as shocking to him. He knew that his parent's marriage was not a happy one, but he never thought that his mother would subject her family to such a horrendous betrayal.

[come-hell-or-high-water]

Charles was away on business, so Frances and Arnie were invited to dinner at the Fernsby household. It wasn't often that they could get together like this, without them having to hide their relationship and they appreciated every opportunity they were given.

The dinner was satisfactory, but the atmosphere was strained. The plans for Frances to leave Charles were much more present now and Arnie talked at length about how their lives would play out after it was done. His bliss made him unaware that Frances was quiet and enclosed, hardly touching her food.

Harry didn't appreciate the way Arnie talked either and after a while, he spoke up.

“Do you really think this is a good idea? This is not just about you two. Leaving him could put the entire company at risk,” Harry said. “Charles is not a stupid man. He will understand that you are leaving him for someone else and when he finds out it will end badly for everyone involved, including us. If I were you, I would just continue as you are now.”

Eventually, Harry's rant was too much for Frances who got up from the table. She hadn't said many words since she arrived, but now she had to excuse herself.

"Forgive me but I can't...", Frances began. "I must go."

She went out to the backyard to collect herself and get some air. The anxiety was overwhelming and she couldn't help but feel like she was about to make a big mistake. After a while, she heard footsteps and realized that Arnie had followed her.

"I'm scared," she admitted. "What if he's right? We're fine now, why risk it?"

“Don't worry about what Harry says, he always talks like this. Trust your gut and what you feel is the right thing to do.”

Arnie kept trying to calm her, the same way he had calmed her numerous times before. Only this time she couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to go horribly wrong. 

[come-hell-or-high-water]

The days passed and Edwin had gotten into the habit of visiting his father as often as he could. After school, he hurried down to the apartment at the harbour. Just like his mother had done, he was careful not to be seen.

They had a lot of catching up to do, so they usually drank tea and talked for hours. Edwin happily told him about school and his friends. Arnie in turn told him about thrilling events in his work, to which Edwin listened with wide eyes. When he grew up, he decided he also wanted a job as exciting.

When Edwin reluctantly had to go, he hugged his father for a long time. The Calloway mansion was a dull place and he would rather spend his time here. But he knew he couldn't stay, he had promised Frances to not be back too late. “Why can't you come and live with us?” he asked one day when it felt unusually difficult to separate. "You'll have to talk to your mother about this," Arnie replied. “I wish I could do something to help you, but in the end, it's up to her to leave Charles.”

When he got home, he asked the same question to his mother, who immediately held him close and lowered her voice in case anyone overheard them. "I will leave him," she whispered. “But I want you to get a little older first. It will be challenging times for all of us, so it would be easier if you grew up a little more.”

[come-hell-or-high-water]

It was hard to find time for one another but now that Edwin was older, Frances tried to see Arnie as often as she dared. Their favourite activity was meeting down at the beach, where they were isolated from the outside world and didn't have to worry about being discovered.

Arnie was an excellent father to Edwin. When Frances saw him playing with his son, she wished it could always be like this. Unfortunately, she knew there was no way out of her marriage to Charles. She was stuck with him and therefore tried to appreciate the few moments she had with Arnie and Edwin.

[come-hell-or-high-water]

After the wedding, Frances decided to visit Harry, both to congratulate the newlyweds but also to introduce them to the latest addition to the family. Arnie was there too, which was no coincidence since Frances wanted him to meet his son.

Since the weather was so warm, they sat outside on a blanket. There, Nina told them that she was pregnant and they were expecting a new addition to the family very soon. Everyone congratulated the newlyweds, but no one was particularly surprised. Everything about their relationship had gone by quickly, and it was no shock that they were expecting so soon after the wedding.

When Harry and Nina went inside, Frances and Arnie took the opportunity to be near each other. They hadn't seen each other much lately, to avoid suspicion from their surroundings. Therefore, they were delighted now to finally be able to spend some time with each other - and especially that Arnie could finally meet his son.

[come-hell-or-high-water]

Frances had been terrified ever since discovering her pregnancy. She worried that when this child was born - Charles would discover it wasn't his and thus understand that she had been unfaithful to him. The fear tormented her for several days until she realized that she had to share her troubles with Arnie to ask for advice and what to do next.

Frances visited his small apartment down by the harbour and told him with a trembling voice that she was pregnant. As she spoke, she saw her worry reflected in his eyes.

“Are you certain that it's mine?” Arnie asked.

“Of course,” she said. "There's no way it's his."

"I'm sorry to have put you in a situation like this", she said close to tears. "It's not your fault", he immediately said and stretched out his arms to hug her. “There are two of us who are to blame in this. If we don't give Charles any doubts about his marriage to you, he will never question the paternity. Everything will work out fine."

He held her in his arms and after a while, Frances began to feel better. She was still worried about their secret getting out, but Arnie's wise words calmed her down partially and for the first time she allowed herself to feel at least a little bit enthusiastic about the pregnancy.