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cloveroctobers · 2 years ago

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DECEMBER DRABBLES — 4. Richie Jerimovich 🌨️

A/N; why do I like writing for shit-talking assholes? 🤭 just expect this to be a little chaotic and I apologize in advance but it’s richie we’re talking about here! + it’s snowing up north here officially so that put me in the mood to write this little thing.

WARNINGS: mentions of mental health issues, drugs, + grief and emotional stuff, usage of firearms, cruelty to animals? & Language. + OC/reader has a name in this.

PROMPT: #13. “How’d you get a reindeer in the apartment?” + #10. “Who decorated your tree? A toddler?”

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With your name flashing across Richie’s screen, he almost hesitated. However he didn’t feel as if it was the wrong choice, not after he just got into a screaming match with a new customer that wanted to argue over prices. As if Richie could ever over-charge someone for a product when that item’s been the same price since forever. Richie didn’t particularly care for the new found rush The Original Beef or “The Bear”—whatever the fuck you chose to call this place, received but he enjoyed the outcome of counting the registers at the end of the day.

He was up front at the register, his usual spot when he received your call. Fortunately for him, he was dealing with a customer who was holding up the line a bit trying to decide between two sandwiches, asking thousands of questions that Richie didn’t have the patience for. So he held up his finger at the woman before she could propose her eighth question and pressed his phone to his ear.

“Yeah?!” He shouted into the phone.

It was quiet on your end and Richie almost questioned if you meant to call him. Things between you two were…heated or simmering down? To say the least.

When he didn’t receive a response right away, Richie tried to get your attention another way by raising his voice more, “HELLO?! Dayana start speaking before I hang up and spam you with calls myself!”

“Richard,” Dayana’s tone was hushed, “stop yelling in my ear and listen very carefully.”

Dayana always had a soft yet raspy voice but he didn’t like how she sounded right now.

“Are you completely losing your voice or something?! ‘Cause I don’t understand why you’re talking so low?” Richie felt his eyes forming into slits.

There was shuffling on the other line but besides that it was eerily quiet wherever Dayana was, “Quick question for you: how’d you get a reindeer into the apartment?”

Richie didn’t know what the hell she was talking about. He hadn’t been to Dayana’s apartment since their last disagreement which was…he didn’t know…maybe two weeks ago?

“I hope you’re talkin’ about a ornament ‘cause if you’re not…then you need to lay off the gas unless you got into my pills?” Richie mouthed off to Dayana, assuming that she had to be high if she wasn’t talking about some ornament.

Huffing Dayana replied, “I’m not high but I know you’re an asshole who probably set me up so that I’d call you and we’d be on speaking terms again. You’re gonna get this damn reindeer out of my house or I’m gonna haunt the shit outta you when i meet my maker soon.”

“What the fuck are even talking about, D?!” Richie exasperated, plugging his ear with his raised finger to hear the woman better.

Dayana huffed, tired of these games, “You put this shit here on purpose, I know you. So you better get it out.”

“You mean to tell me you got a actual reindeer in your apartment?” Richie was in disbelief, “I dunno if you know this sweetheart but we live in Chicago, not the north fucking pole.”

Dayana didn’t have time to argue the specifics especially when she could feel her blood pressure increasing. She was so sure that Richie was pulling a prank on her simply because she pissed him off two weeks ago. They weren’t exclusive so she didn’t need Richie’s jealousy when she slept around with anybody else; it didn’t bother her (much) that he tried to go on dates with other women that weren’t her.

They were both messed up individuals mentally who tried to find comfort in each other. It wasn’t healthy how they went about their relationship, platonically and romantically but they were trying to do what their old friend Michael Berzatto struggled to do, survive. Life was anything but easy yet freedom had to be out there somewhere on this earth and maybe the pair wanted that from each other.

Was it acceptable to find that freedom in someone else? Or did that start to become a heavy chore from the person that you sought that freedom from?

Richie was met with a dial tone shortly after, which didn’t sit right with him. This woman didn’t get to just hang up in his face like that! Normally Dayana could take him running his mouth no problem although she sounded calm on the phone, he knew Dayana was just as tired as everybody else.

He also didn’t like the fact that Dayana thought he did this and what she would do if it all became more than what she could handle.

Then his mind got to racing with what could go wrong. He wished he could have been there with Mikey up on that bridge and wished he could have done something. Anything.

Wished he would have known.

Now with Dayana…he still wasn’t sure if she was just pulling his leg. There was no way a possible reindeer could be in her house with her being so blunt about it right? Unless she was in hiding…of course she had to be! It’s not like Richie ever thought she was hopeless but she didn’t have much to defend herself with…besides a mean right hook.

With the way everyone was feeling according to the top three: physically, emotionally, and the most important of all—mentally he began thinking the worst. So he began pacing the front behind the registers calling Dayana constantly, despite the line slowly building up again and leaving the new teenage hire to deal with this on his own.

“Richie, what the hell are you doing back here?” Carmy glanced over at the taller man but continued chopping up some parsley, “the orders aren’t gonna place themselves.”

“Someone’s gotta take over for me. I gotta go, something’s up with Dayana.” Richie muttered as he hung up and kept trying to call.

Carmy turned to Richie, placing a hand on the table and leaning into it with a sharp inhale, “Okay cousin. Just…don’t go doin’ anything stupid.” He warned.

Richie patted his pockets just as Carmy said this. He appreciated that the kid wasn’t grilling him with questions in that moment although he knew bits and pieces of Richie’s history with the said woman.

It was almost as if Richie didn’t hear Carmy as he went through the kitchen to the staff room. Yanking off his apron, shoving on his puffer, and rubbing his hands along the locker for his piece. Autopilot was on as he shoved weapon into his pocket, keeping a hand inside of it to make sure it didn’t slide out on his way out. The man chose to exit from the back of the restaurant, not wanting Carmy to switch up and check on his well-being right now.

If anything happened to anyone else he cared about…Richie was positive he would raise hell. His couldn’t tell you approximately how long it took him to get to Dayana’s or how many lights he ran to get to her. His anxiety was beginning to get the best of him now and only amplified as his tires squealed right behind Dayana’s parked car.

Throwing the door open, he hopped up the curb and jumped the black fence to get to Dayana’s building. Up the path he went, to the left he raced up and around the steps, meeting the walkway that held the multiple apartments. His breathing was ragged as he sped-walked down the wooden walkway, his bright blues scanning the numbers until he got to apartment 11.

Richie wasted no time racking his knuckles against the apartment door, listening to any sound of disaster. When he didn’t receive a response, he began pounding on the door next, his forehead resting against the door as he waited.

“Day—

He started calling her name until he heard it.

A grunting noise followed by a snort that didn’t exactly sound human to Richie. He tried for the knob, which was locked and stepped back to pull his Glock from his pocket. Taking the safety off, he aimed the gun before he went to work, kicking that knob in as much as he could. Then he had to use a bullet to get it completely off.

Squatting down he managed to get some fingers in, the material of the door scrapping his skin, making him suck air between his teeth, as he did so reaching for the top lock from the inside. Due to his long arms he was able to feel around for the latch, to flick it over to get the door fully open. Yanking his arm out, he got into a ready position again before he kicked the door back.

Stepping into the living room of Dayana’s 475 sqft apartment, Richie saw that her furniture in the living room still appeared to be in tact. Although the single bedroom and bathroom were to the left of the living room, Richie crept to the kitchen to see the dining table on its side.

That’s when he aimed his gun quickly to the left, firing off at you guessed it—a reindeer which charged at him at the same exact time. Richie’s stumbled back at the impact, hoping it’s antlers didn’t pierce any part of his body as his head slammed back against the white wall, leaving the reindeer to run by him and out of the apartment.

The man laid there disconcerted than in disbelief as this point. His head shifted to the left to make sure that the reindeer was in fact out of the apartment, hearing the foul-language of other tenants and more shots fired outside to confirm his worries.

“Dayana!” Richie groaned, as he slowly pushed himself off the floor.

Shortly after, the woman peeked around her corner, noticing the front door was completely damaged before she settled on the 6’1 man that was now on his knees in her kitchen entry way.

Her feet quickly padded against the Mahogany wooden floors, tossing her Dyson vacuum to the side? as she stood in front of Richie who was now glaring at the red stain on her wall.

Dayana barely acknowledged the new mark before peering down at Richie who looked up at her, “…Told you i wasnt fucking around.”

“What?” Richie seethed, “and I told you I didn’t put Blitzen in your damn apartment for fun either!”

Sighing, Dayana relaxed her shoulders, finally looking at the blood on the wall and also the blood that was oozing from Richie’s bottom lip, along with the bruise that was beginning to form on his chin.

“Well…thanks for taking a beating for me.”

Richie scowled as he got to his feet, standing beside her as he exhaled, “yeah, don’t mention it sweetheart, but man, that bitch got me good right in the kisser!”

“I see that.” Dayana gripped Richie’s forearms, peering at the injury and then added, “and I’m sure that new lump on the back of your dome gave your lopsided head some more definition.”

“Ah, fuck you.” Richie lightly pushed her off, while she laughed to herself a bit.

He noticed the unease from her as he did this, his eyes immediately going to his Glock to put the safety back on. He then moved to tuck it into the back of his waistband so that it was out of sight and out of mind.

When he raised his hands to show that all was clear, Dayana then nodded her head back to the living room. Richie followed the woman out, taking a seat on her olive green couch after she motioned for him to sit.

“Want to run down what exactly happened?”

“I can’t really tell you much,” Dayana admitted, “all I remember was coming home, rushing to the bathroom, and came back out to get something to eat. I didn’t realize the damn reindeer just chilling in the living room like he owned the place. I tried to give it some carrots from my platter but he was clearly looking for something else on the menu.”

Richie quirked up a brow, a smirk forming on his lips but Dayana immediately shushed him from making a sexual joke. He raised a single hand that rested on the edge of the bubble sectional in mock surrender, “speaking of carrots, I think I actually snatched some of Marcus’ new cornbread carrot cake on my way out. It should be in the car if you want it.”

Scoffing out a laugh Dayana ran a hand over her hair. “Maybe later, Richie. Let me clean you up first.”

Richie wouldn’t argue with that as Dayana gave his knee a squeeze, getting up from the coffee table as she disappeared to the back of the apartment. The man got himself comfortable, snatching the remote from the coffee table to turn the flat screen on, before he spotted a neighbor eyeing what happened to the door and carrying on.

The man laughed at the typical mannerisms before he focused in on the tree that sat in the corner of the room. His face twisted in disapproval before Dayana came back into the room with a first aid kit.

“Who decorated your tree? A toddler?” Richie impugned, figuring it was Dayana’s latest hookup that she was involved with before, that he last spotted on her Instagram that sparked their argument, a Hispanic man that was Carmy’s height—a toddler’s height, age, and a firefighter.

Careful Richie your insecurities are showing.

Dayana let that roll off her shoulders knowing what Richie was hinting at and that it was clear that he still felt some type of way about Dayana’s encounter with another man. Perhaps it had something to do with Mateo being in her age group—younger than Richie and that they possibly had more in common…but mainly he was keeping her warm when that was his job.

Viewing the bow-covered tree for a bit, the woman smiled as she stood up on her couch and sat behind Richie on the top of the sectional. Richie settled his shoulders against the back of Dayana’s lower legs as she opened the kit to place right into Richie’s lap to assist her.

“Actually, Sylvia did.” She mentioned as her hands gently combed her fingertips through Richie’s hair to locate the injury.

Richie turned his head to her then, trying to catch her eye and to see if she was serious or not. Since when was his nine year old daughter spending time alone with the woman he was slowly developing feelings for?

“Uh wow…” Richie said after some time when Dayana held his stare, no sign of lies written in her eyes.

Dayana hummed, turning him back around so she could work, “Mhm. She’s driven just like her dad. Came by a week ago to help me out…I’m not sure how she found my address. I asked if her mom knew if she was here but she was adamant about getting my tree up with some bows she made me. We had a good time, and I called her mom right after just in time when she got off work.”

Richie knew that could have went one of two ways since Dayana and his ex-wife, Tiffany weren’t on the best terms once a upon of time. They grew to be cordial it seemed long before this event occurred. Tiffany appreciated Dayana calling her about the whereabouts about her shared daughter with Richie. Tiffany had full-custody of their daughter Sylvia since she felt like Richie wasn’t a competent father/role model in their child’s life.

Dayana was vocal on Tiffany’s decision for her fight for full custody simply because she didn’t believe he was a bad father. And she wasn’t fully bias on that opinion either, she knew how much Richie wanted to be part of Sylvia’s life when he didn’t have a father in his own! She also didn’t like how Tiffany tried to use his anxiety and depression against him in court and of course that got back to the Honduran woman.

“What did you two talk about?”

Peering into his head, Dayana found the access to the bleed on his scalp and applied pressure with a white cloth, knowing that this wound wouldn’t require stitches.

“Oh you know just girl talk,” Dayana trailed off, “and how she listens to your favorite song when she has a bad day at school.”

Richie wished he had a cigarette on him hearing that. He hated hearing that his kid was still having issues at school and why Tiffany wasn’t taking any action. If it was up to him and if he knew names, he would be the first one pulling up to kick the shit out of a kid in a heartbeat.

Nobody fucked with his number one girl.

Taking deep breaths, he closed his eyes shut taking multiple inhales as he tried to focus on the fact that he daughter knew his favorite song.

“What did she say it was?”

“‘That old song by Usher and the rapper who was on ‘Justin Bieber’s best song’.” Dayana informed Richie who puffed out a laugh, using the back of his hand to wipe at his nose.

That was right.

If they weren’t playing that in the club then Richie considered the place whack. That man still had a soundtrack from the early 2000’s don’t mind him.

“God, I love her.”

“And she loves you too, no matter what.” Dayana told Richie, resting her free hand against his chest in understanding.

Richie placed his hand right on top of Dayana’s, squeezing it against his chest, feeling himself getting emotional as he stared out at the tree and shuddered against Dayana’s touch, finding comfort in her again, even with her now broken ajar door.

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Continue along with my December anthology prompts here.

#the bear #the bear hulu #the bear fx #richie jerimovich #carmy berzatto #Carmy x richie #richie jerimovich x oc #richie jerimovich x reader #December prompts #winter prompts #december dialogue list #queued #the bear marcus

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culturizando · 7 years ago

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#UnDíaComoHoy: 13 de julio en la historia

El 13 de julio es el 194.º día del año. Quedan 171 días para finalizar el año. El día de hoy te presentamos un breve repaso de los sucesos relevantes que ocurrieron un día como hoy 13 de julio.

-Cada 13 de julio se conmemora el Día Mundial Del Rock. Esta fecha tiene su origen en el mítico concierto “Live Aid” que se celebró, de manera simultánea, en el londinense estadio de Wembley ese mismo día en 1985 y en el Estadio JFK de Filadelfia. Este concierto, de tintes benéficos, consiguió recaudar 30 millones de libras esterlinas en su conjunto, lo que serían en torno a casi 40 millones de euros. El concierto produjo momentos mágicosl, entre ellos la actuación de Queen que ha sido catalogada como la mejor actuación de la historia del rock a nivel mundial. En el estadio JFK el concierto comenzó con la actuación de los Beach Boys de manera simultánea, es decir, a la vez que se celebraba el concierto de Wembley.

-678: muere Aisha bint Abu Bakr, esposa del profeta Mahoma. Llamada la ‘Madre de los Creyentes’ por los musulmanes.

-1793: en plena Revolución francesa, el revolucionario Jean-Paul Marat es asesinado en su bañera. Este asesinato fue inmortalizado en la famosa obra de arte de Jacques-Louis David, La Muerte de Marat, que lo muestra como un guapo y joven revolucionario desplomado en el borde de la bañera, pero en realidad la escena fue algo distinta. Al momento de su asesinato, Marat estaba, en buena parte, confinado a su bañera debido a una enfermedad cutánea debilitante que lo dejó decolorado y cubierto de costras; además, incluso antes de su enfermedad, se lo había descripto como “bajo de estatura, deforme en persona y espantoso de rostro”.

-1854: en México se libra La Batalla de Guaymas en la que se buscaba independizar al estado de Sonora del resto del país.

-1854: muere José María Vargas médico, rector de la Universidad de Caracas, escritor y Presidente de Venezuela 1835-1836.

-1919: el R34 británico convierte en el primer dirigible que realiza un viaje completo a través del Océano Atlántico.

-1923: el ‘Hollywood Sign’ se coloca oficialmente en las montañas de Hollywood, LosAngeles. Originalmente se leía «Hollywoodland».

-1930: se disputa el Primer Campeonato Mundial de Fútbol. Uruguay es el país anfitrión y primer ganador de la historia de la copa.

-1940: nace Patrick Stewart, actor inglés. Conocido por participar en Star Trek: The Next Generation y en las películas de X-Men como Charles Xavier.

-1942: nace Harrison Ford, actor estadounidense. Conocido por su papel de Han Solo en las películas de Star Wars y como Indiana Jones en la saga del mismo nombre. También ha participado en films como Blade Runner, Raiders of the Lost Ark, The Fugitive, entre muchas otras más.

-1954: muere Frida Kahlo, destacada pintora mexicana de estilo personal con elementos expresionistas y surrealistas. Magdalena del Carmen Frida Kahlo Calderón, mejor conocida como Frida Kahlo fue una destacada pintora mexicana. Nació en Coyoacán, al sur de la Ciudad de México, el 6 de julio de 1907 y falleció el 13 de julio de 1954. A pesar de ello, Frida decía haber nacido en 1910, año del inicio de la Revolución Mexicana: “Nací con la Revolución”, porque quería que su vida comenzara con el México moderno. Este detalle demuestra su singular personalidad, caracterizada desde su infancia por un profundo sentido de la independencia y la rebeldía contra los hábitos sociales y morales ordinarios, movida por la pasión y la sensualidad. Orgullosa de su nacionalidad y su tradición cultural, se enfrentó a la reinante penetración de las costumbres estadounidenses, todo ello mezclado con un peculiar sentido del humor. Entre sus obras destacaron: Autorretrato con Traje de Terciopelo (1926) Autorretrato (1929) Frieda y Diego Rivera o Frieda Kahlo y Diego Rivera (1931) Henry Ford Hospital (1932) y Autorretrato en la Frontera entre México y los Estados Unidos (1932).

-1977: se produce un apagón en Nueva York durante 24 horas, que produjo centenares de robos e incendios.

-1988: nace Colton Haynes, actor y modelo estadounidense. Ha participado en producciones como Teen Wolf, Arrow, The Gates, San Andreas, entre otras.

-1988: nace Steven R. McQueen, actor estadounidense y nieto de Steve McQueen. Conocido por producciones como The Vampires Diaries, Minutemen, Chicago Fire y Stories USA.

-2007: Se juega la final de la Copa América Venezuela 2007 en Maracaibo con victoria de Brasil frente a Argentina.

-2007: se estrena Harry Potter y la orden del fénix, quinta entrega de Harry Potter, en Estados Unidos, Londres y México.

-2008: en Vietnam, se corona como Miss Universo la venezolana Dayana Mendoza, 5ta venezolana en ganar la corona.

-2014: Alemania alcanza su cuarto título Mundial de Fútbol venciendo a Argentina 1 a 0 en el Estadio Maracaná de Río de Janeiro.

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tuseriesdetv · 8 years ago

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Noticias de series de la semana: Habrá peli de 'Downton Abbey'

Habrá película de Downton Abbey

Tal vez veinte de los protagonistas vuelvan en una película que continúe la historia de la abadía. Es cuestión de perfeccionar el guion y conseguir reunir al reparto. Se espera que la producción comience el año que viene. [Fuente]

Genius: Picasso

Ron Howard, productor ejecutivo, reveló a la prensa que la segunda temporada de Genius, la serie de National Geographic que ya contó la historia de Einstein, tratará sobre el pintor español. [Fuente]

Despedidas

Pearl Thusi (Dayana), Russell Tovey (Harry), Yasmine Al Massri (Neema/Raina) y Aunjanue Ellis (Miranda) no volverán como regulares a la tercera temporada de Quantico, aunque podrían volver como invitados. Gaius Charles (John), Brooklyn Sudano (Asha), Monique Gabriela Curnen (Vlasik), Michael Irby (Scott), Jose Cantillo (Dave) y James Landry Hébert (Rem) no estarán en la segunda temporada de Taken. Virginia Madsen (Kimble Hookstraten) no estará en la segunda temporada de Designated Survivor.

Cancelaciones de series

ITV ha cancelado Prime Suspect 1973 tras su primera temporada

ABC ha cancelado Still Star-Crossed tras su primera temporada

ABC ha cancelado Downward Dog tras su primera temporada

Incorporaciones y fichajes de series

Finn Wittrock (American Horror Story) será Jeff Trail, amigo de Andrew Cunanan (Darren Criss), en The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story.

Gemma Whelan (Game of Thrones) y Wunmi Mosaku (Guerrilla, In the Flesh) serán dos detectives en busca de los dos protagonistas en The End of the F***ing World.

Kim Raver (24, Revolution) se une como recurrente a la quinta temporada de Ray Donovan. Será la doctora Bergstein, cirujana. Además, volverá a Grey's Anatomy para un arco de duración indeterminada.

Colton Haynes (Teen Wolf, Arrow) se une a la séptima temporada de American Horror Story.

Sean Bean (Game of Thrones, The Lord of the Rings) y Arlen Escarpeta (The Magicians) protagonizarán The Oath en Crackle, producida por 50 Cent y creada y escrita por Joe Halpin (Hawaii Five-0), sobre las bandas que se forman dentro de las fuerzas policiales. Serán Tom Hammond, un despiadado policía que fue a prisión por pactar con el FBI y al salir se enfrenta a sus antiguos colegas por el liderazgo de la banda; y Damon Byrd, un agente secreto del FBI.

Verónica Echegui (Fortitude, No culpes al karma) se une como recurrente a Trust. Será una de las integrantes del harén de J. Paul Getty. Michael Esper (Shades of Blue, The Family) será regular como John Paul Getty II.

Jessica Szohr (Gossip Girl, Kingdom) será Nessa, una nueva amiga lesbiana de Fiona (Emmy Rossum) en la octava temporada de Shameless.

Sharon Leal (Supergirl, Recovery Road) sustituye a Khandi Alexander en Instinct y será regular como amiga y nueva jefa de Lizzie (Bojana Novakovic).

Gabriel Bateman (Lights Out, American Gothic) protagonizará The Dangerous Book for Boys. Será Wyatt, uno de los hijos del fallecido Patrick (Bryan Cranston).

Daniel Henney (Matt Simmons) pasa de Criminal Minds: Beyond Borders a Criminal Minds.

Lolita Davidovich (True Detective, Shades of Blue), Heather Graham (Boogie Nights, Killing Me Softly), Elizabeth Reaser (Grey's Anatomy, Twilight), James DuMont (Deepwater Horizon, American Horror Story) y Larry Cedar (Deadwood, Trial & Error) serán Kitty Menendez, la madre de los hermanos; Judalon Smyth, que tiene un affair con el psicólogo de los hermanos; Pam Bozanich, la asistente del fiscal; y Brian y Milton Anderson, hermanos de Kitty Menendez, en Law & Order: True Crime - The Menendez Murders.

Jazmyn Simon (Ballers), la prometida de Dulé Hill en la vida real, será un nuevo interés amoroso de Gus (Hill) en la tv movie revival de Psych.

Kathy Baker (The Ranch, Picket Fences) y Kyle Bornheimer (Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Casual) se unen como recurrentes a la tercera temporada de Love. Serán la madre y el hermano mayor de Gus (Paul Rust).

Angela Lansbury (Murder She Wrote, Bedknobs and Broomsticks) está en conversaciones para ser tía March en la adaptación de Little Women que preparan BBC y PBS.

Luke Grimes (Fifty Shades of Grey, Brothers & Sisters) interpretará a Cory, el hijo menor de John Dutton (Kevin Costner) en Yellowstone.

Steven Williams (The Leftovers, Supernatural) será recurrente en The Chi como Quentin, alguien que vuelve a su antiguo barrio.

Amy Pietz (No Tomorrow, The Office), Natalie Sharp, Nick Marini (Chicago Med), Tim Johnson Jr. y Maddie Dixon-Poirier (Hell on Wheels) acompañarán a Jason Alexander en Hit the Road (Audience Network).

Brant Daugherty (Pretty Little Liars, Dear White People), Ryan McCartan (Liv and Maddie), Jordan Calloway (Riverdale, Unfabulous), Saxon Sharbino (Touch, Love) y Jake Busey (From Dusk Till Dawn, Identity) se unen a la segunda temporada de Freakish.

Michael Stahl-David (Show Me a Hero) y Matt Whelan (Go Girls) se unen como regulares a la tercera temporada de Narcos. Serán Chris Feistl, joven agente de la DEA, y Dave Mitchell, un compañero de Feist más serio y marcado por sus vivencias.

Ed Quinn (Mistresses, 2 Broke Girls) se une como recurrente a la segunda temporada de One Day at a Time. Será un paramédico que sirvió en Kabul junto a Penelope (Justina Machado).

Birgundi Baker (Empire) y Cameron Gellman se unen como recurrentes a Heathers.

Eddie Shin (Westworld), Jolie Jenkins (Liv and Maddie, Body of Proof) y Emery Kelly se unen a Alexa & Katie. Serán el padre de Alexa, la madre de Katie y un compañero de instituto.

Victor Turpin se une como recurrente a la tercera temporada de Shades of Blue. Será Enrique, hijo de un narcotraficante.

Joanna Sanchez será recurrente en la segunda temporada de Graves como Julia Martinez, nueva ama de llaves de Graves (Nick Nolte).

Pósters de series

Otras imágenes

-En nuestro Facebook, imágenes promocionales de la séptima temporada de Game of Thrones-

-También en Facebook, imágenes de The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story-

Star Trek: Discovery

Nuevas series

Luz verde directa en Netflix a diez episodios de The Good Cop, dramedia procedimental del creador de Monk sobre padre e hijo, ambos policías, que viven juntos. Tony Danza (Who's the Boss) será un padre que nunca ha seguido las reglas y aconseja a su hijo sobre trabajo y chicas.

Fechas de series

La segunda temporada de People of Earth llega a TBS el 24 de julio

The Guest Book se estrena en TBS el 3 de agosto

Wet Hot American Summer: Ten Years Later se estrena en Netflix el 4 de agosto

Atypical llega a Netflix 11 de agosto

Star Trek: Discovery se estrena en CBS All Access el 24 de septiembre

Tráilers de series

Game of Thrones - Temporada 7

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Survivor's Remorse - Temporada 4

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Wet Hot American Summer: Ten Years Later

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Atypical

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The Guest Book

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junker-town · 8 years ago

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Why did you choose where you went to school? Share #CollegeSigningDay stories

The “Reach Higher” initiative was founded by First Lady Michelle Obama as a way to inspire students to realize their potential and continue their education past high school. It’s increasingly difficult in today’s economy to compete with a high school diploma alone, which makes the importance of completing a professional training program, community college or four-year university more critical than ever.

The “North Star” goal was set to attempt to have America have the highest proportion of college graduates in the world by 2020. Today members of Vox Media would like to share with you our stories of how we picked our colleges by asking “Why did you choose the college you went to?”

Alex Kirshner:

I went to college at Maryland, and I picked it because it had my desired program (journalism), was near a city I loved (Washington), was big enough to give me a lot of choices, and was close to some family. Those things were all good, but it turned out the best thing about it was the people I met there.

Jessica Smetana:

My mom and my dad graduated from Notre Dame in the Class of 1982 with accounting degrees. They raised me in Chicago and Saturdays in the fall were synonymous with road trips to South Bend. During those weekends I feel in love with the campus, the traditions, and unfortunately the football team itself. I cheered for the Irish through the Bob Davie era, the Ty Willingham era, the Charlie Weis era, and even the ever so short George O’Leary era. I was lucky, or sometimes...unlucky enough to attend Notre Dame during the Brian Kelly era. But graduating inside Notre Dame Stadium while my parents watched from the bleachers was a dream come true.

James Dator:

I accidentally picked the wrong college after thinking I was attending North Carolina, but really I was attending the University of North Carolina - Greensboro. Sure we sucked at sports, but I got an amazing education and met friends I’ll have with me for the rest of my life.

Christine Conetta:

I was one of the first people in my family to go to college, so deciding where I wanted to go was a big deal. I ultimately decided on Towson University because it had a strong journalism and tv production program. Four years later, all of my family was there cheering me on when I walked across the stage at my college graduation. I could feel their pride from the crowd, and it was a moment I knew I would never forget.

Kurt Mensching:

I chose Michigan State because it was truly the school that fit me best. A little bit country -- it is Moo U, the original land grant agricultural college -- but also enough of a city feel to it with great opportunities to do cultural things while getting a great education. I loved the campus at first sight, the way the Red Cedar flows through it and turns the entire campus into just a beautiful park. There are gardens everywhere. It's the kind of place you just want to spend all day at. I really enjoyed my time there and think it prepared me well for the future.

Morgan Moriarty

I graduated from the University of Florida just two years ago. The reason I went to UF is that it was my absolute dream school growing up, so it was the No. 1 school on my list I applied to. My mom went there, so I was pretty much born and raised worshipping Florida football -- my first game was when I was still a baby! My four years there were the best of my entire life, and I'm so grateful for my time there.

I also have this hilarious picture I drew in 3rd grade of my graduating from UF.

Dayana Sarkisova:

As an immigrant, I knew from a very young age that in order to attend the school of my choice in the United States I'd have to get good at — something. I started fencing at the age of six, and was fortunate enough to be offered a full athletic scholarship to Northwestern University after my junior year of high school. I didn't know anything about the university except that it was in my favorite city — Chicago — but the opportunity was enough for me. What followed afterward was easily four of the best years of my life.

Louis Bien:

Why I went to Wisconsin:

My sisters are six years older than me, and I watched them go to Wisconsin first. I had a great time whenever I visited them -- Madison is beautiful, and the sense of community there was unlike anything I had ever felt. It was the perfect combination of serious academics with a laid back, fun atmosphere. And it helped that I liked sports, too. I can't imagine going anywhere else.

Grant Brisbee:

I turned 16 my senior year because I'm a damned genius, and I was going to go to a community college because I was damned lazy. This was fine with my parents, who (rightfully) suspected that I was too young to be on my own in college.

Then the spring came, and all my friends started getting acceptance letters. "I'm going to UCLA!" "I'm going to UC Davis!" I felt incredibly left out, so I panicked and looked for schools that had open application periods.

And, ho, what's this? Southern Oregon State College has an open application period? And they're in Ashland, a city I had been to and enjoyed? With a robust theater program, which was going to be my major? And they're so thirsty for my sweet, sweet out-of-state money, they'll overlook the 2.6 GPA? It was meant to be.

tl;dr: I applied to one college in May of my senior year after being a bad student for years, and somehow it worked. I'm reminded of this fact when the $300 auto-withdraws from my account every month.

Julia Rubin:

I went to Penn, which was my first-choice school for a whole bunch of reasons. I was set on going somewhere that didn't have a journalism program, but did have a great student paper. I wanted to be in a city, but on a contained campus. Being able to get back home to St. Louis via a direct flight was important to me. I liked that it had a pretty big student population relative to its peers, and that it was known for being social. Also, the old buildings: so pretty. But mostly, when I went on a tour there the summer before senior year, it just felt like a place I'd like to call home.

Ryan Van Bibber:

College wasn't really a choice for me. My dad worked in construction, and I joined him for a couple of summers. He knew I would probably starve if I followed him into the building business. That was his joke anyway. The construction business, as we experienced it, had a lot of ups and downs, occasional layoffs and plenty of underemployment thanks to economic forces well outside our control. My parents were adamant that I went to school so I could have a better life and not have to constantly be worried about paying the bills that month, much less paying for my own children to go school or retirement.

The only caveat was that I wanted to go far away, get the hell out of the Midwest. So picked the University of Wyoming, roughly 900 miles from home, relatively affordable and generous with the scholarship offers. More importantly, it was out West, and that's where I wanted I be.

In four (well, four and a half) years there, I made lifelong friendships and earned a history degree, which isn't nearly as worthless as people tried to tell me it would be. It honed my critical thinking skills, made me a better writer and editor and it let me tell and share stories, which is what I love doing more than anything else. Oh, I also had plenty of time for fly fishing, skiing and long stretches of vagrancy throughout the Mountain West.

And ultimately, though it took some time, it did lead to a better life.

Seth Rosenthal:

Friendly student body, small classes with interesting professors who do interesting research, gorgeous campus, no frats.

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Sarah Hardy:

The boring reason I decided to go to Ohio State — THE Ohio State University, just to annoy the rest of you — was because my parents went there. And when you grow up with Ohio State fanatics, you’re going to become indoctrinated too (I say this with love and an unapologetic amount of pride).

But to be honest, the real reason I chose Ohio State is that I had a premonition and knew that one day, The Spot would be good.

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