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everythingisromant1c · 1 month ago

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p1: chemistry read w/ co-star!james

co-star!james potter x actress!reader

summary: before filming can start, your director has to ofc find the perfect person to play your love interest, + what better way to do that than to have a chemistry read?

a/n: i will not pretend to know anything abt film/tv production so this is more than probably innaccurate 🙏 also this first one is not my best work but dw more drama will ensue. <33

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You'd wanted this job more than anything. You'd worked harder than anyone you knew to kickstart your acting career and knew this opportunity was just the way to do it. When your agent called you about an audition for the lead role in a new show titled 'South Bay'—a drama named after the L.A. region itself—and gave you a sample of the pilot script, saying you fell in love with it wouldn't be a stretch. And after those few months later when you'd received the call that you'd gotten the part, it was safe to say you were walking on clouds for weeks afterward.

Your amazing director Minerva had cast you first and foremost, knowing your role was key to the show's success, and you'd already built a strong relationship with her after just a few weeks of knowing her.

After casting you, she'd informed you that the show's next order of business was finding someone to play your character's—Cassidy's—love interest, Aaron. When she'd told you that initially, you didn't think anything of it. But when she told you they already had gone through the first round of auditions for the role and that it was time for the infamous chemistry reads, you had to try your hardest to stay completely calm.

Aside from the fact that you'd soon be meeting the person you'd have to spend hours working with every day for God knows how many months, you also knew that the casting directors were going to be looking extra careful at the romantic chemistry you were supposed to have with the actors they brought in. You willed yourself not to get worked up when the morning came for the chemistry reads with the men auditioning for Aaron, and reminded yourself that your role in the show was already secured. Yet, for some reason, you were still on edge.

Luckily, the casting directors had narrowed down their options from the hundreds of actors who had come to audition for the role of Aaron originally to just a handful, making your job much easier. By the time noon came around, you'd already read from the script with three different candidates.

Just as you'd expected, they each had done a close-to-perfect job in their auditions. Your personal favorite was the second actor you'd read lines with, a sandy-haired guy named Remus who you thought was a really nice person as well as actor. It was important to you that the person you were going to have to pretend to be romantically interested in was a person you at least liked, and it was all too easy to imagine working with someone like Remus.

You'd expressed your thoughts to Minerva when she'd asked for them, and she nodded in agreement—a good sign—before the two casting directors beside her were calling for her attention.

"This next one, Minerva," cooed the curly-haired woman you knew as Poppy from next to her, "we think you're going to like."

"Am I?" she asked, lips curling up.

"Oh yes. When we saw him we knew right away we had to bring him in for the chemistry reading." Poppy nodded to you. "He looks promising. And he certainly has the background; his parents are Euphemia and Fleamonet Potter."

The other casting director hummed in agreement, not hiding their impressed and widened eyes. "Not to mention, he has that accent."

You had to fight your expression from turning sour. A Potter? If there was one thing you didn't appreciate in the world of acting, it was nepotism. After working so hard and starting from the ground up to get your acting career where it currently was, the last thing you wanted was to have to see your director swoon over some guy just because of who his parents were.

Nonetheless, you had faith in Minerva to pick the person who truly deserved the job. You watched her nod at the two women beside her, intrigued nonetheless. She waved a hand over to the security guard by the door in the corner of the room.

"Bring Potter in?"

The burly man nodded and exited the room briefly, and not a minute had gone by before he returned with the man you assumed was the young Potter in tow.

You subconsciously stood up straighter when you saw him, trying to push away any premeditated opinions of the man approaching. Brown curls and a genetically gifted bone structure you could see from feet away, he walked into the room confidently with reason. He immediately offered the security guard who had brought him into the room a handshake, and you watched as the tall brick wall of a man lit up with a bright smile from the gesture. Potter then rolled out more charming words of greeting to the director and casting directors, and you took the opportunity to scan him over in more detail.

With an interest you couldn't explain, you saw that he was strikingly handsome in the kind of way you'd expect the son of two celebrities to be; he was wearing a black t-shirt that clung to him flatteringly, with that sort of movie-star quality you knew audiences always swooned over. It didn't help that the moment he walked in you saw each of the directors turn to each other with raised brows and suggestive smiles that only widened when he introduced himself, charmingly posh British accent and all. You had to fight back from rolling your eyes at their reactions.

"James," greeted Poppy, standing up from her seat to give the man a handshake.

"Poppy," the man regarded, and you felt your eyebrows raise at the fact that he was already on a first-name basis with the head casting director.

She sat back down after a moment, keeping her attention on the man—James—as she spoke. "James, this is Minerva McGonagall, the Director of South Bay."

"I'm such an admirer of your work, Mrs. McGonagall. My parents took me to see your adaptation of Henry Shay's novel about three times when it first came out."

Your parents, you thought internally with some distaste; the famous actor and actress power couple. You had to stop yourself from shaking your head.

"Please, just Minerva," the director responded warmly, and you noted that she hadn't told any of the other actors to call her by her first name. "And thank you."

Poppy nodded happily before she held out an alarming hand towards you. "And let me introduce you to the wonderful actress who is going to be playing South Bay's leading lady Cassidy Ward."

You plastered on a smile and introduced yourself as plainly and confidently as you could, definitely not feeling suddenly conscious of your appearance as his warm-colored eyes raked over you.

James took that second to scan you over before realizing with a simmering feeling in the planes of his chest that there was something special about you he couldn't make out, something that had him wanting to greet you with more than a handshake. He refrained, thankfully, not saying anything after you finished introducing yourself for a second you felt was a beat too long, before scrambling to hold out a hand to you.

"I'm James. James Potter," he said as if you hadn't been already made aware of his last name. "It's an honor to get to meet you."

You didn't know why but his clear flattery only made you more uneasy of him, knowing it was something he'd probably gotten used to pulling out to impress whatever important or famous people he was busy meeting through all the connections he probably had.

You stopped yourself in your tracks; you were being unfair. You'd only known the guy, if you call it knowing him, for under a minute. Shaking off the odd feeling that was creeping its way into your stomach, you shook his held out hand with a polite nod, though that didn't the prying feeling inside you go away.

"Alright." Minerva clapped her hands together, looking between the two of you. "We're just going to do a read-through of scene number thirty-four, Episode three." She motioned towards the camera crew set up behind her, them shooting her a thumbs up.

She turned back around, looking between you and James pointedly. "Remember, your characters Cassidy and Aaron are the only two characters in the show who have known each other for longer than just a few months. They're close. That connection has to be visible, however you want to show that to us."

You didn't know why, but you felt uneasy. You nodded at Minerva regardless, seeing the supportive but anticipatory look behind her eyes as she glanced between you and the man now standing in front of you like you held the answers to all her problems.

James looked surprisingly calm and collected, like there was nothing in the world that could make the James Potter nervous. The more you looked at him and the confident set of his shoulders, the more you thought that was true.

Your director smiled. "Whenever you're both ready."

You nodded, taking a breath in before turning to James. "Where were you last night?"

You watched as James reacted to you in character, his strong brows pulling inwards. "What do you mean?"

You momentarily were taken aback by the almost effortless switch in his accent, but pushed the thought aside. "Last night. When everyone else was at Ryan's party. Where were you?"

He shrugged slightly. "I was in my dorm."

"Really? Because I knocked on your door and no one answered."

"I must've been sleeping. Why do want to know so badly?"

"I don't know, maybe because half the football team got caught last night breaking into the Dean's office."

"You don't think I did that, do you?"

You stared at him and then down at the floor. James—or Aaron, really—shook his head at you, his tone dropping. "I can't believe this."

Then he turned away from you and, as the script had told you to, you grabbed his wrist softly.

"Aaron, wait," you called, and the connection of your fingers to his arm had them tingling with a certain kind of teeming energy, though you didn't let it show on your face. "Of course I don't think you did it. I just don't know what to think. We're supposed to be best friends, yet you won't even tell me where you were."

James let a second pass before he said his next line, and it was like you could see his character's inner turmoil flickering through his mind restlessly when he said, "You want to know where I was, Cassidy?" You nodded. "I was talking with your Professor."

"Professor Brown?" you frowned. "Why?"

"I was trying to get him to let you submit your final thesis late."

"What? You know he told me I couldn't because-"

"Because of me." He paused dramatically, stern jaw working. "The only reason you missed the deadline was because you were helping me when I got too drunk to even make it up the stairs to my dorm."

"That's ... that's really nice of you, Aaron, but you know how Brown is-"

"He's letting you turn it in late for full credit."

"What?" You widened your eyes. "How did you ..."

"I told him how it was my fault you missed the deadline. And I told him about how good of a student you are, how you've never turned in anything late once, not even when we were in high school. But most importantly," he took a step closer to you to hold your hand, something you noted wasn't in the script but made your fingers flood with feeling. "I told him what a good person you were. How kind you are. Even to idiots like me who get black-out drunk during finals week."

You blinked at him, letting a smile overtake your face for a moment. "You really didn't have to."

"I did."

He squeezed your hand and, even if it was only acting, the way he was looking at you so meaningfully made something in your chest tighten excitedly. You didn't have to act when you shifted your gaze to the ground nervously. Why the hell were you nervous? "I don't know how the hell you got him to say yes."

"Well, I also have to wash his car for free for the next six months, but that's just a small detail."

You let your jaw drop. "I can't believe you'd do that for me."

"Of course I would." James took another step closer, still holding tight onto your hand and not breaking the immobilizing eye contact he'd established with you the whole while. "I'd do anything for you, Cassidy."

He nodded slowly, truly looking invested. Then, in a beat as short as a breath but one that must've felt like minutes to you as you stood there unmovingly, he leaned forward. All you could do was blink as his handsome—ugh, handsome—face neared yours before tilting itself to the right, where he left a soft but lingering kiss on your downstage cheek.

Then he pulled away again, the distance between you maybe a few inches smaller than before, before finally whispering, "Anything."

That definitely was not in the script. Your eyes blinked in an alarm that surely was no longer in character, but James looked unbothered, something you were finding was his natural state of being.

You felt your mouth go slightly dry at the intensity behind his eyes as he looked at you, but the last thing you could do was look away now, so you stayed rooted in your place in front of James as you waited for your signal to break character. Waited and waited; you felt dizzy.

"Cut!"

Minerva immediately clapped, the casting directors doing the same, and you felt like you could finally breathe as you dropped James's hand that was still holding yours and turned away from him, not sparing the man a second glance for nervous reasons you couldn't place. Maybe it was because of the fact that the feeling of his stupid lips was still lingering on your cheek.

Your director's tone was neutral when she said, "Great job, you two," though you watched as she turned passionately toward the two casting directors and they began speaking in hushed tones.

You shook your leg subtly as you waited, an antsy habit that you couldn't identify the current cause of, and you felt James lean down next to you, something that sent a nauseating feeling of déjà vu through you.

"Don't worry," he whispered lowly, taking your mannerisms as a sign of distress. He noted that even when frowning you looked extremely pretty, though at his words you left his lips your frown only deepened. "You did great."

You turned to him in confusion and some offense, trying to keep your voice hushed as you asked, "Excuse me?"

He shrugged a shoulder, eyes flicking over your figure for a split second that you definitely noticed. "You just looked tense, is all."

You stared at him blankly, not knowing what he could possibly be implying. Was he saying your acting looked tense? That you didn't look sure of yourself? Like you weren't already the lead and that he was the one auditioning?

You fought the urge to say that maybe you looked tense because he'd just kissed you on the cheek out of nowhere, and stayed defiantly silent. When you didn't say anything back he let his lips turn up into a lopsided smile that you were sure must work on all the ladies, almost a smirk, and he nudged you in the shoulder a bit like you were old friends. Who was this guy?

Whatever you thought he meant by the statement, you didn't get to say anything back, because Minerva had pulled away from her conversation and was staring expectantly at the two of you. You did your best to soften your expression away from offended and back to neutral.

"Well," she said, turning to the man beside you. "Thank you, James, for coming in."

"Thank you," he responded, tipping his head politely. Then he took a step forward and shook each of the casting director's hands, and you watched with a foul taste in your mouth as their lips visibly fought against fond smiles.

When he turned back around, he held his hand out to you as well, and you regarded it for a moment before shaking it like you did at the start of his audition, though this time it was definitely against your will. His hand was warm and smooth, like he hadn't worked a day in his life, and you hated the fact that you even noted how it felt at all.

Like he knew you didn't enjoy his presence, he smiled at you with something knowing shining in his eyes that you hated before he took his leave, the door to the room shutting behind him.

"That was ..." began Poppy, shaking her head slowly, "Perfect. Just perfect."

You couldn't help the way your lips parted almost exhasperatedly. "Really?" You hoped you hadn't revealed your surprise in your tone.

"Yes," Minerva responded instead, also seeming to be in awe. "Wow." She gestured with her hands exuberantly. "It was like I could see the show coming to life right in front of me."

"Not to mention the chemistry between you two." Poppy tipped her head at you, smirking as she fanned herself. "I mean, wow."

You bit down on the inside of your cheek to keep from saying anything you'd regret. Your throat felt dry. If you heard one more 'wow' from any of their mouths in reference to James Potter again you thought you were going to lose it. You tried to keep the premonition out of your voice as you bravely asked, "So, do you think you're going to cast him?"

Minerva paused for a moment in thought before answering you. "I mean, he was the last actor we're considering for the role, and I think he was the best we've seen today." She looked between the two other casting directors who nodded agreeingly at her words. "But I'd like to know your thoughts."

You blinked at her. "My thoughts?"

"Well, yes," she answered plainly. "He's going to be playing your love interest. And I like to hear my actor's opinions."

You pursed your lips at her words, feeling flattered but also not knowing how you were feeling at the prospect of having to work with James all the time. Although, deep within you, something was nagging at you—something you absolutely did not like—and telling you your answer.

The truth was, the scene you acted out with James felt realer, had come to life more than it had with any of the other actors that day. Maybe it was because he'd taken such liberties with the role, sure, but regardless, he did a great job. The thought made you hate yourself when you finally took a breath in to speak.

"He ..." you began unsurely, and then sighed. "He was great. Really great."

"Perfect!" Minerva clapped her hands together again, and something in your stomach churned. "We'll make contact with him as soon as possible." Her eyes twinkled as she regarded you. "I can't wait to have you two leading South Bay. I have nothing but hope."

"And," Poppy added, "it'll be great for publicity having a Potter in our cast."

The two other directors at the table nodded and murmured in agreement, and you fought from sighing. You thought of the days you'd spend on set with James Potter, of all people, not only having to get along with him but connect with him, with someone who clearly thought they were above you, enough to reassure you when you had already gotten the lead role. And then you thought of what it would be like to release South Bay to the public, your first leading role, only for Potter's undeniably charming face to be the audience's main focus. It left a sour feeling in your mouth.

But it wasn't just that horrible premonition that annoyed you; you didn't know exactly what bugged you about him in particular but you knew it hadn't gone away with his formal handshake or well-practiced manners. In fact, that'd probably only worsened the feeling.

But there was nothing you could really do about it now. At least, not if you planned on keeping your job. You were a professional, you knew that. But that didn't mean it was going to be easy to maintain that title. You really did sigh then, and something rooted in your gut told you it was going to be a long year of shooting.

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joannerowling · 5 months ago

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Your response to that clown that actually believes Jo will ever lose her rights over HP is *chef's kiss*. And you are absolutely right, she will never give up her rights to HP, and why should she? It's something she quite literally risked her life to print the pages so she could find a publisher, it's something that got her out of poverty; she'd be a fool to sell it. Also, damn, I didn't know about WB being that much in dept, what losers lol.

Men (and media people in general but especially men) have always been furious about this. I've lost count of the number of articles and comments i've read by smug dickheads, whining about JKR and her "insistance in controlling the ~franchise~", which "doesn't let other creatives with fresh ideas pitch in", would "kill the brand long-term" blah blah blah. I should make a compilation at this point. Plus ofc they're all nerds, so they have the same references and repeat each other constantly, it's so boring. They're all convinced that because George Lucas is a moron everyone's gotta be the same. My man, i don't know how to tell you that Jo Rowing is a smarter business woman than your blorbo + has the artistic integrity he clearly lacked.

#replies #anon #fyi in the 2000s (at peak HP era) WB was the most powerful studio in Hollywood thanks mainly a) to HP b) to Nolan's Batman #contrast with 2023: it's estimated they lost up to 200 milllions dollars on their DC movies ALONE

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the-outer-topic · 10 months ago

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1934 Classics at the Air Terminal - Stan Stokes

Stan Stokes, in his painting, 1934 American Classics, beautifully portrays a Hollywood movie star and her pet dog embarking on a chartered Ford Trimotor from the Grand Central Air Terminal (owned and operated by Curtis-Wright) in California. Probably bound for a weekend visit to San Simeon, the palatial retreat of the publishing magnate, William Randolph Hearst, the trip to San Luis Obispo will take only ninety minutes. The early afternoon rains have left puddles on the tarmac, but fair skies have returned to the San Gabriel mountains, and the trip should be a smooth one. During the Great Depression the Packard Company introduced some of its most stunning and high performance automobiles. The 1934 Packard LeBaron Speedster, pictured in the painting, was one such machine. Costing nearly $8,000 the Packard LeBaron Speedster was about two to three times the price of a nice three bedroom house. Only the very wealthy could afford such luxuries during the Depression. Note that the Speedsters fenders are reminiscent of the wheel covers on racing planes during the era of the Thompson Trophy Air Races. The Speedster was powered by a 160 HP V-12 engine which displaced 445 cubic inches. Around this time it is believed that among the Hollywood notables that owned Packard Speedsters were both Clark Gable and Douglas Fairbanks. The Ford Trimotor was introduced in 1926 and between 1926 and 1933 Ford produced approximately 200 of these capable aircraft. Ford Trimotors remained in service long after they were made technically obsolete by more modern aircraft, and it is reputed that one aircraft built in 1928 was still in regular service as late as 1970. Admiral Byrd utilized a 4-AT version of the Trimotor for his 1929 Antarctic expedition. The Ford Trimotor played an important role in introducing commercial aviation to the general public during the years of the Great Depression. The basic model carried eleven passengers and a crew of two, had a cruising speed of 107 MPH, an operational ceiling of 16,500 feet, and a range of 570 miles. Due to its corrugated metal exterior skin the Trimotor was affectionately known as the Tin Goose. The Tin Goose had a wingspan of nearly 78 feet, and was fifty feet in length. In 1930 Transcontinental and Western Air (TWA) began the first coast-to-coast commercial service utilizing Ford Trimotors. The trip took only thirty-six hours, if the weather was cooperative

#stan stokes #automotive art

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femmesandhoney · 2 years ago

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no offense but if they do a hp reboot thinking its gonna be as successful as the movies when that era is long gone...like wouldn't jkr still get profits from them rebooting her work lmao? wouldn't there be a million more people telling you to not watch it for that reason 😭? also how much better exactly do they think it will be than the movies? if theyre expecting like all their headcanons to become real and them to have like a million genderkweer characters or something...unnecessary waste of creative and productive space but isn't that just hollywood for ya

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jfleamont · 2 years ago

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Will you be watching the new HP show?

I haven't really thought about it to be honest? I get my 'fix' from fics, and they're enough for me.

A few years ago, before that POS turned out to be a terf, I had decided to re-read the books for fun and I noticed a few things that really irked me: the way she described Dudley was so fatphobic and unnecessarily mean, and the same thing goes for her descriptions of other characters' physical appearance (a lot of the time if someone's ugly or has unconventional features they're also evil). This is, at best, lazy writing. Tone-deaf for someone who advocates for acceptance and writes a bunch of novels where being different is a good thing and so on. And then goes on and engages in the same stereotypes she was trying to criticise. I could go on but I'll stop here... Point is, that re-reading really soured me on the whole thing and then her transphobic tweets came out and I couldn't handle it anymore and took a step back from HP. Then I stumbled upon a Jily fic in late 2021 and found my way back, sort of.

But this is a project where she's involved, and the more I think about it the angrier I get. There's also the fact that the movies aren't even that old and that it's too early for a remake, and that I have a thing against this Hollywood trend of remakes, reboots, sequels and prequels because god forbid original content existl! Honestly my problem isn't even that the series will never be as good as the films: don't get me wrong, I love them, but they didn't get A LOT of things right and if it wasn't for the reasons stated above I'd be actually excited about it.

To be fair, I just find the Marauders era more interesting at this point in my life and yes, I know I said I was against prequels and I still stand by that, because I don't want a Marauders series either, but I if I had to choose this is what I'd go for. If that were the case, though, I'm sure she'd be involved and aside from being a generally shitty person, I think she has exhausted her talent and can't write anything decent anymore.

Furthermore, I think it's important to reiterate, especially in times like these where trans rights are being threatened all over the world, that a person like her, with the power that she holds, does not deserve a platform.

In conclusion: I'm curious about the show, I'm not going to lie, and I might check it out - illegally, of course, because they don't deserve nor need my money - but I don't really care about it.

I'll stick to fics and fanart ❤️

#sorry this got reaaaaally long #needed to get this off my chest #jfleamont rambles #asks #this is a safe space for trans folk #feel free to let me know your thoughts

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eurekadiario · 1 year ago

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Un informante del FBI creó uno de los grupos nazis más grandes de la historia de Estados Unidos

Según documentos llamados "Archivos Federales", un informante del FBI creó el Movimiento Nacionalsocialista, uno de los grupos nazis más grandes en la historia de Estados Unidos.

Según registros previamente desconocidos examinados por Headline USA, un informante del FBI cofundó el Movimiento Nacionalsocialista, una de las organizaciones neonazis más grandes y antiguas de la historia de Estados Unidos. Esta organización está vinculada a una serie de crímenes e incidentes violentos, incluida la mortal manifestación “Unite the Right” de 2017 en Charlottesville.

Los documentos, que este sitio web ha denominado "Archivos Fed" porque incluyen una colección de memorandos, declaraciones juradas y registros judiciales del FBI, muestran además que se dice que el NSM utilizó informantes en puestos clave durante la mayor parte de sus casi 50 años. año de historia.

El NSM también ha sido acusado de haber sido cooptado por el FBI en una demanda presentada por un ex miembro que actualmente se encuentra tras las rejas. Al NSM se le conocía anteriormente como los “nazis de Hollywood” por sus llamativas manifestaciones y su dura propaganda.

Para este informe, el FBI se negó a hacer comentarios.

Fundación de NSM

Cliff Herrington y Robert Brannen, ambos lugartenientes clave del conocido fascista estadounidense George Lincoln Rockwell (el iniciador del primer Partido Nazi estadounidense en 1959), fundaron el NSM en 1974.

La organización nazi comenzó a sospechar cada vez más en 1976 que Brannen estaba colaborando con el FBI.

En realidad, en abril de 1976 se publicó en el propio periódico del NSM, el National Socialist, un ensayo que desacreditaba las acusaciones de que Brannen era un informante de una organización rival, el Partido Nacionalsocialista de los Pueblos Blancos, o NSWPP. Publicación socialista como un “ataque de difamación imprudente e irresponsable contra la camarada Brennan”.

Pero en términos de Brannen, el NSWPP tenía razón.

Un memorando del FBI advirtiendo que la tapadera del informante encubierto Robert Brannnen había sido comprometida Un informe del FBI de mayo de 1976 advirtió que la tapadera de Brannen podría haber sido expuesta en respuesta al artículo nacionalsocialista, que se había publicado muchos meses antes.

Aunque la identidad del informante se elimina del documento, Brannen es identificado inequívocamente por referencias al artículo nacionalsocialista y las acusaciones que se hicieron sobre él en ese momento.

"La fotografía y la descripción del informante aparecieron en la publicación NSWPP de febrero de 1976 y fue nombrado informante del FBI", decía el memorando del FBI.

El documento decía que la Oficina de Cincinnati estaba tomando precauciones adicionales para garantizar que este informante pudiera ser utilizado de manera efectiva sin poner en peligro su seguridad personal porque la organización del informante, el NSM, había hecho pública una respuesta.

Brannen dirigió el NSM imperturbable durante casi diez años más después de los cargos en su contra, hasta que sufrió numerosos derrames cerebrales en 1983.

Cliff Herrington, el segundo cofundador de NSM, refutó las afirmaciones de su ex colega de que alguna vez había trabajado como informante del gobierno.

“Conocí personalmente a Robert F. Brannen. No estaba tomando dinero”, dijo Herrington en un correo electrónico a esta publicación.

Durante su discurso del lunes ante la Cámara de los Comunes de Canadá, Trudeau acusó a la India de asesinar a un líder sij en Canadá.

Además, Herrington corroboró los rumores de que su esposa, Andrea Herrington, también conocida como Maxine Dietrich, creó Joy of Satan Ministries, una secta satánica. White afirma que una de las razones por las que dejó el NSM a mediados de la década de 2000 fue la comprensión de las tendencias satánicas de Herrington.

"¡Sí! ¡¡Estoy casado con HP Andrea Herrington, de soltera Dietrich!! ¡Muchas críticas de la Ivy League han dicho que ella era digna de obtener títulos de maestría! ¡Oh, ps! ¡ELLA y sus tenientes tienen toda la razón! Herrington dijo en un correo electrónico plagado de errores tipográficos, que firmó: "¡Herrington Heil Hitler!"

Desde el momento del grave derrame cerebral de Brannen en 1983 hasta 1994, cuando nombró a Jeff Schoep para asumir el cargo de líder del NSM, Herrington ocupó ese cargo.

La era de Jeff Schoep

Además, Schoep, que supervisó el NSM desde 1994 hasta poco después de la protesta “Unite the Right” en Charlottesville, ha sido acusado de actuar como informante del FBI.

A diferencia de Brannen, la acusación contra Schoep no está ampliamente respaldada por notas del FBI. Y el reclamo proviene de una fuente polémica: Bill White, un ex miembro del NSM que actualmente cumple condena en la cárcel por varios delitos graves.

En una demanda FOIA de 2017 que presentó tras las rejas contra el FBI, así como en una declaración judicial de 2020 en la que solicitó sin éxito una liberación compasiva, White acusó a Schoep de ser un informante. En la misma declaración judicial, White incluyó la carta del FBI sobre Brannen.

White presentó una acción FOIA para obtener información sobre el NSM, Schoep y varias otras personas que, según dijo, estaban involucradas en un plan de trampa de derecha del FBI.

White afirma que el NSM estuvo bajo la custodia del FBI ya en 2004 y quizás mucho antes. En su denuncia ante la FOIA, White afirmó que el FBI y la ATF “utilizarían el Movimiento Nacionalsocialista para realizar falsas manifestaciones de ‘supremacistas blancos'”.

"El FBI-JTTF [Grupo de Trabajo Conjunto contra el Terrorismo] también organizaría contramanifestaciones violentas contra estas manifestaciones a través de informantes en grupos como Anti-Racist Action… La ATF también estaba utilizando el NSM de manera similar", dijo White en su demanda FOIA. .

“Ninguna de las partes reveló que las manifestaciones fueron fraudulentas”, añadió White. "En cambio, el gobierno federal estaba utilizando las manifestaciones para hacer parecer que había una 'amenaza terrorista interna' cuando tal amenaza no existía".

Además, Jesse Morton, un ex informante del FBI que sirvió como reclutador de Al Qaeda en los años posteriores al 11 de septiembre hasta su encarcelamiento en 2011, y Schoep han estado involucrados públicamente.

En noviembre de 2021, aproximadamente un mes antes de que Morton fuera descubierto muerto en una habitación de hotel de Florida, Schoep y Morton participaron en una discusión sobre la lucha contra el extremismo violento organizada por la organización sin fines de lucro Parallel Networks, que contó con el apoyo del DHS.

Schoep todavía rechaza la idea de que fuera un informante del movimiento nazi, a pesar de que ahora colabora libremente con las fuerzas del orden.

“Acusándome abiertamente de ser un informante: vaya”, dijo en un correo electrónico a esta publicación. “Si todavía estuviera en el movimiento, es posible que hubieras recibido una visita por esa acusación, y no una visita de las autoridades”.

Otros federales en el NSM

Aunque Schoep no era un espía del FBI, el gobierno federal se infiltró en el NSM cuando él era su jefe.

Por ejemplo, los procedimientos judiciales de 2007 demostraron que David Gletty, presidente de la sucursal de NSM en Florida, era un informante.

En 2006, Gletty había planeado una reunión del NSM en Orlando. Por ello, causó revuelo en la población negra del barrio cuando fue expuesto como informante más de un año después.

"Esa revelación se produjo el miércoles en una audiencia en un tribunal federal no relacionada y provocó la indignación de los líderes negros, algunos de los cuales exigieron una investigación para determinar si la marcha de febrero de 2006 fue en sí misma un evento organizado por agencias encargadas de hacer cumplir la ley", informó el Orlando Sentinel en el tiempo.

Tres oficiales de la ATF también asistieron a la reunión de Orlando, según Gletty, quien más tarde escribió una biografía titulada Undercover Nazi.

White, un prisionero que también asistió a la manifestación de Orlando, afirmó en su declaración de 2020 que ahora cree que la mayoría de los manifestantes nazis eran espías.

"Estimo que alrededor de tres de las veinte a veinticinco personas que participaron no eran agentes federales: yo, Laura Sennett, también conocida como Isis, y un reportero encubierto de un periódico local", dijo White.

Burt Colucci, que actualmente está a cargo de NSM, reveló a Headline USA que a él también le habían pedido que sirviera como informante.

Según Colucci, rechazó la oferta del FBI.

“Al FBI le gusta jugar sin importar de qué lado estés. De hecho, vinieron a mí y me dijeron que podían ‘complementar mis ingresos’, ofreciéndome; no especificaron qué querían decir exactamente ni cuánto, pero dijeron que complementarían mis ingresos”, dijo.

“Les dije que no quería tener nada que ver con ellos y que hablara con mis abogados, y así lo hicieron; hablaron con mi abogado de Arizona en ese momento”, dijo, y agregó: “Yo personalmente les habría dicho que no *Irse y quedarse con su dinero, pero mi abogado dice: 'Déjame decírselo'. Te lo diré un poco más amable'”.

Sin embargo, Colluci, quien después de asumir el liderazgo de la organización eliminó las cuentas de correo electrónico NSM de Schoep, afirmó que no le preocupa la posibilidad de que su exjefe fuera un informante.

“Todas estas personas desaparecieron hace mucho tiempo, ya sean informantes en ese momento o no”, dijo.

Por el contrario, un jurado determinó que Schoep debía 500.000 dólares y que el NSM debía 1 millón de dólares por sus actividades en Charlottesville en 2017.

Schoep aún está en proceso de apelación en ese caso.

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theliteraryflower · 3 years ago

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I posted 2,268 times in 2021

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My Top Posts in 2021

Rescued by a Viscount

By Wendy Vella

Rate: 4.5/5

Synopsis:

He wasn't like other men, he didn't observe the correct distance when conversing or dancing with a woman, nor did he guard his tongue. In fact, Viscount Kelkirk was the exact opposite of everything Claire strove to be, and she has never known how to handle him. But now she has to learn. And fast.

Miss Claire Belmont’s life is thrown into turmoil when she finds out her brother left something behind in France before he died. Going against her family’s wishes, she is determined to uncover the secret of what it is, and is forced to turn to the one man she vowed to avoid at all costs for help. If anyone can disrupt her well-ordered life and see the vulnerable woman behind the polite facade, it will be Viscount Kelkirk and now they are thrown together, she realizes her fears were justified.

Review:

Well this is new. Like this has been a very unique Regency novel. This is part of the Regency Rakes collection and honestly it was quite tame, for present times, but quite scandalous for the Regency era. We meet Claire and Simon, who are the Duke and Duchess of the last books dearest friends. But Claire can not stand Simon. She finds him obnoxious and too forward, if she only knew that he was the only one willing to help her in her time of need. This book touches themes about grieving and letting go and the lengths one would go for family. Also its quite cute how self sacrificing our leads are even if it gets annoying. Yes, I am looking at you Claire. Stop running away from people who are trying to help you. In the end they all lived happily ever af-oh there is a third book!

1 notes • Posted 2021-03-27 17:28:52 GMT

Match Fit

By: Amèlie S. Duncan

Rate: 3.5/5

Synopsis: He's cocky, dirty, and demanding. He's a walking wet dream.

He's also mine. Or at least he's pretending to be...

Brooke

Notorious British bad boy footballer Dylan Pierce is scorching hot...

and he knows it.

With a mouth as filthy as his reputation, linking myself with him could ruin my public image.

But showbusiness is all about risk, and as a down-on-my-luck actress,

this could be the break my career needs.

Dylan

Brooke Sullivan is my most difficult opponent yet.

Being seen with a good girl like her may give me a chance at Hollywood stardom,

but I never expected to crave this feisty redhead.

I can't lose my focus--I always keep my eye on the ball,

I'm always match-fit.

And winning her is the most important game I've ever played.

Review: Brooke... sweetie... you are in a relationship with your father... let that sit in. Okay to clarify her dad is like super bossy and uses the excuse of "it's what's best...". And our lovely lead Dylan pretty much is the same. So... Brooke are you okay? You sure? Ok. So this is the story of struggling actress Brooke and how her agent arranges for her to be the fake girlfriend of football star Dylan. Whose reputation as a whore has followed him across the pond. My issue is that he like immediately is like I want to kiss your cat and please eat my roster. He was like so sexually aggressive and she was into it. Which is fine but girl... I hope you had fun for the emotional gymnastics you went through. Dylan wants her but doesn't want to change at first which causes a whole other type of drama. Especially with you are mine thing. The seperation was also a curve ball and very enjoyable but I hated the over possession and the shaming of female characters when they act like our make leads. All in all a good read but I worry. Is toxicity worth a good lay?

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The War of the Worlds

By: H.G.Wells

Rate: 5/5

Synopsis:

When an army of invading Martians lands in England, panic and terror seize the population. As the aliens traverse the country in huge three-legged machines, incinerating all in their path with a heat ray and spreading noxious toxic gases, the people of the Earth must come to terms with the prospect of the end of human civilization and the beginning of Martian rule.

Inspiring films, radio dramas, comic-book adaptations, television series and sequels,The War of the Worlds is a prototypical work of science fiction which has influenced every alien story that has come since, and is unsurpassed in its ability to thrill, well over a century since it was first published.

Review:

Why did I wait so long to read this book. Like it was amazing and beautifully written. My first experience with this book was through the Steven Spielberg movie. I wish I could turn back time and read this book first. Though the movie was great, I feel that the original story was a million times better. It was more than just about the alien invasion but rather the Hubris of men. The society presented to us thought that they were the most powerful and thus did not have to worry about it. Then just to be proven wrong in the worst way. Everyone knows the ending so it won't be a shock to know that it was the Aliens own Hubris that causes their downfall. All in all way ahead of its time and most certainly worth the read.

1 notes • Posted 2021-01-10 02:26:21 GMT

Duchess by chance

By Wendy Vella

Rate: 4/5

Synopsis:

Daniel, Duke of Stratton, learns of his betrothal to Miss Berengaria Evangeline Winchcomb minutes before his father’s death. Having gambled his fortune away, all the late Duke had left to sell was his son. To save his family’s honor Daniel agrees to the marriage, but society’s favorite bachelor is no longer a charming easygoing man— his father’s betrayal has left him angry and with a thirst for revenge.

Eva learns she is to wed the Duke of Stratton on the way to the church. Inside she feels a flicker of hope that at last she is to leave her horrid family— however that flicker is short-lived as she faces the cold unyielding man who is now her husband.

Review:

Yes.... I'm still on my historical fiction thing. Don't act suprised or like it's not enjoyable. This story was enjoyable but alot more darker than most. Usually, the Lady is a gentle and sweet soul who has suffered very little. Not our Eva. Eva and Daniel didn't know what was coming when their father's decided to play cards. One bad gamble leads to a unwanted marriage between Daniel and Eva. And they didn't know what to expect from each other when they got married but by gosh did they enjoy it. Eva expects more of the same. A hard, cold and abusive husband and Daniel expected some mousey little chit. They were wrong... so wrong, and with out even realizing it they fall in like and then in love. It was a sweet and at times steamy read. With a new perspective of society and the norms. Great read that again they live happily ever after.

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All the stars and teeth

By Adalyn Grace

Rate: 4.5/5

Synopsis: She will reign.

As princess of the island kingdom Visidia, Amora Montara has spent her entire life training to be High Animancer—the master of souls. The rest of the realm can choose their magic, but for Amora, it’s never been a choice. To secure her place as heir to the throne, she must prove her mastery of the monarchy’s dangerous soul magic.

When her demonstration goes awry, Amora is forced to flee. She strikes a deal with Bastian, a mysterious pirate: he’ll help her prove she’s fit to rule, if she’ll help him reclaim his stolen magic.

But sailing the kingdom holds more wonder—and more peril—than Amora anticipated. A destructive new magic is on the rise, and if Amora is to conquer it, she’ll need to face legendary monsters, cross paths with vengeful mermaids, and deal with a stow-away she never expected… or risk the fate of Visidia and lose the crown forever.

I am the right choice. The only choice. And I will protect my kingdom.

Review:

So this is what happens when you put too much pressure on one person. Mistakes happen but... that doesn't mean you can over react either. Amora is preparing to make her performance to prove her worth to the kingdom. But gosh, her support system sucks. You know you aren't supposed to stress people before a big exam. Well these people failed that. So after Amora's presentation goes horribly wrong she gets thrown in prison with the only person on her side is her childhood friend and fiance, Ferrick. Again love him but I am so glad that Amora is straight up with him and us. Love you but not in love with you. Then there is the plots against the kingdom, a very mysterious and sexy pirate and a mermaid who gives me life. So poor Amora has alot on her plate. I loved the world building and though I wished it could have been explored more, I understand that it's hard to do so in a duology. It was a good adventure with various locations and threats and characters that are likeable. Like seriously Vataea, Mermaid queen slaying it up and down. Another thing that I loved that the story was about saving the kingdom it was never about Amora being a girl, or her struggling between Ferrick and Bastian (pirate) but rather her need to save her home. My only complaint is that the end was a bit rushed but still a great read. I can't wait for the sequel.��

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I agree. Current EW is very different from HP era EW. I think she is intimidated by Hollywood. It might be a bad timing or bad angle, but I still remember her deer in the headlights expression when she had to attend some awards show after party or rehearsal, can't remember anymore. Then another pic came out showing her and Luke standing near the wall, just the two of them, like some outcasts lol. She def never experienced this in HP bubble.

Right now she’s still the girl from the franchise who is (or was) trying to have a respected career. But when you’re not a strong actor, you don’t have the right attitude and have colleagues who act a lot better than you, then it’s not going to go well. Sure, she’s still famous and has a lot of fans, but when it comes to the A-list actor crowd she’s not that big of a deal.

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p2: three reasons why you can't stand co-star!james potter

co-star!james potter x actress!reader

summary: you were finding the first days of shooting your new TV show to be absolutely amazing, aside from the fact that you absolutely could not stand your co-star James Potter. unfortunately for you, you spent enough time around him to narrow down his most irritating qualities to only three:

a/n: hey so this took waayyy longer than i would've hoped to release, but i promise this series is not going anywhere, so tysm for all the loveee and all ur guys' patience <33

also pls pls pls feel free to send in prompt requests for this series i am so all ears

full series: Trouble in Hollywood - masterlist

1. He was insufferably good at his job

You wished you could say working with James Potter was such a challenge because he was simply bad at his job. But the thing was: he wasn't. It turned out he was really the impeccably good actor that your director Minerva seemed to swear he was, as if the talent truly was seeping through his veins. Somehow, that only made working with him more frustrating to you.

"Aaron, you've got to believe me."

James had come to you during the middle of hair and makeup and asked you to rehearse lines with him even before official rehearsals for the day's shooting began, saying it would make him feel more prepared. And, as much as you hated it, you felt the same. Your only regret was thinking you'd be able to stand him and his arrogance before seven in the morning.

"Why should I, Cassidy?"

The brunette responded to you fully in character, leaning back against a nearby vanity with his long legs crossed in front of him as you sat in your cushioned chair. He apparently got out of hair and makeup in under a matter of minutes, looking effortlessly put together with his curls hanging perfectly over his forehead—you didn't have the same luck. Your lovely makeup artist Mary seemed to be unbothered by the interruptions, continuing on with your makeup as you rehearsed your lines, though you caught her amused smile every once in a while from her reflection in the mirror.

"Because..." you began, trying to stay in character as your brain scrambled for your next line.

"You're supposed to say," cut in James, "'-because we can only trust each other right now.'"

"Please stop telling me my lines, James." You repeated the irritated request you'd uttered all morning to him as you put a tired hand to the bridge of your nose, one that Mary moved away hurriedly.

"Watch your makeup," she pleaded with a powder-filled brush to your nose , and you winced apologetically.

"Did you just want me to stand here and wait for you to remember them?" James's voice poked at you irritatingly as you stared up at him from your seat.

"Yes, that's exactly what I want." You fought from rolling your eyes. "You could at least give me a second. I didn't even ask for my line."

He raised his brows with an acquiescent sigh. "Whatever the lady wants."

Ignoring him, a skill you were growing like a muscle, you cleared your throat in focus, trying not to move too much as Mary blended some product on your neck. "Because we can only trust each other right now."

James quickly jumped back into character, right on time. "That didn't mean anything to you the other night."

"I already told you I'm sorry for that. When I heard all the rumors, I ..." you cursed at yourself as your mind drew another painful, embarrassing blank.

"-I didn't know what to think." James looked anything but guilty as his voice met your ears once again, finishing your line for you without fail.

"James!" You glared at him, doing your best to stay out in your chair and not storm out of the trailer he'd so brazenly infiltrated. You shook your head to yourself through your reflection in the brightly lit mirrors . "You're impossible."

James shrugged innocently. "I don't get why you're mad at me for trying to help."

"I'm not."

He scoffed, putting a dramatic hand to his chest. "So is this what you look like when you're happy with me?" The corner of his aggravating lips lifted along with his shoulder in a small shrug, before turning away again. "Isn't very much like how I've pictured it."

You didn't miss the way Mary let out a small breath of laughter from her nose as she switched over to doting on your hair. You gritted your teeth.

"I mean, I'm not mad at you for helping. I'm mad at you because you're annoying."

He crossed his arms defensively, his lips still quirked up, and you fought against the urge within you that had your eyes following the movement of his biceps. "I'm annoying?"

The feigned disbelief in his voice snapped your back to your right mind.

"Yes," you answered plainly. "You and your posh accent."

Maybe you'd stopped making sense, but it was too early for you to care. James was watching your meltdown with what you could only identify as merriment, his unfortunately unignorable presence taking up too much space in the cramped makeup trailer.

Thankfully choosing to ignore the part about his accent, he put up his hands innocently. "Last time I checked, I wasn't the one who keeps forgetting their lines."

"We just got the updated script for this episode last night." You shifted in your chair to face him, and you heard Mary wince from behind you, probably getting fed up with how much you were moving around, though you were too annoyed to stop yourself. "How the hell are you already off-book?"

James shrugged smugly, shoving his hands in his pockets as he leaned forward. You squinted your eyes at him. "An actor never reveals his secrets, love."

You twisted your mouth in disgust at his words—because you definitely felt something as he said them, whether it was disgust or not you didn't want to think about—and probably only made him more satisfied. "Mary," you groaned, looking at her through the mirror in front of you. "I think I'm going to be sick."

She shook her head and gave your reflection a sharp look back. "Not in that freshly ironed shirt you're not."

You sighed, settling back into your chair and sparing another glance at the man to your right. He tipped his head at you, almost tauntingly, and you felt your jaw tighten. It was going to be a long day.

2. Everyone else seemed to love him

You'd been going about your Thursday innocently, filming scenes when called upon—finally having memorized all your lines properly—and somehow getting through the morning without any irritating interactions with your least favorite person on set at the moment. That good feeling, of course, could only last so long.

"What's this?"

Minerva, your director, had been walking around set with you until you both stopped at the sight of a crowd forming outside one of the sets. You followed her, making your way through the crowd of your fellow actors and crew members until you were met with a nauseating sight: James Potter.

At the sight of your director, his already proud smile grew to a beaming one, almost blinding, as he greeted her. "We've all been really busy with this week's filming schedule, Minnie, and you mentioned what a hassle it's been ordering enough food for everyone every day with our budget, so I pulled some strings and got my family's chef to cater our lunch."

Your jaw slacked as he nodded his head to his left, where a number of tables were set up with what looked like pizza ingredients, a moustached-man in a chef hat standing behind the scene proudly. You couldn't believe your eyes. Apparently, neither could the woman next to you.

"Oh my- James this is ... amazing!" Minerva—or Minnie, as James somehow had grown accustomed to calling her—turned to your co-star, expression as bright and beaming as James's crowd-pleasing smile was. "But you shouldn't have gone to all this trouble-"

"It was no trouble at all. Francis was more than happy to help."

He waved a hand at the chef, who you assumed was the 'Francis' in question, who nodded back at him happily with a pizza cutter in his hand. It was like something out of a movie, the way everyone clapped for James who stood at the front of the crowd like the beloved man he was. You felt sick to your stomach.

"What's wrong? Do you not like the pizza?"

You'd taken your lunch shamefully, making sure to hide your amazement at the endless selection of pizza toppings that James had arranged at the build-your-own-pizza station, and were sitting with Remus, who you'd met at auditions for the show and luckily got casted in a role other than one that'd gone to James, and Sirius, another one of your co-stars who you'd quickly become friends with since you spent practically all your time on set nowadays.

You looked up at Remus briefly before returning your gaze to the pizza in front of you, the perfect slice underneath the sun seeming to taunt you. "No," you grumbled. "The pizza's amazing."

Sirius chuckled. "You'd think you'd be happy about that."

"I would, aside from the fact that it was Potter who brought it in."

The black-haired man tipped his head at you curiously. "What's your problem with James again?"

You shook your head forebodingly. "Don't tell me he's brainwashed you both with his hundred-dollar pizza too."

"I doubt the pizza's that much money." Remus bit into the slice in his hand, talking through the bite. "But it is pretty delicious."

"It is," Sirius nodded. "It was pretty nice of him to cover lunch for the day. If anything, you'd think you'd like him more for this."

You groaned. "He brought in his family's private chef, for God's sake. It's not like he rescued a cat from a tree or something."

Sirius and Remus shared a look as you spoke. You knew you sounded ridiculous, but you currently lacked enough dignity to care as yet another slice of pizza sat on your plate, ready to be eaten.

"James is actually a really nice lad," reasoned Sirius. "Take it from us. We kind of grew up with him."

That fact had yet to escape you as soon as you'd met the two of them. According to the stories they'd relayed to you, Remus's mum had been an on-set tutor to James growing up when he was acting in some movie, while Sirius's parents had been producers for some of James's parents' films. Safe to say, the three of them certainly left you feeling inexperienced in the world of acting.

"James should be the least of your worries," urged Remus. "He's harmless."

"If he's so harmless, then why has he gone out of his way to be a pain in my ass since I met him?"

Sirius snorted. "We said he's harmless, not that he's not an idiot sometimes."

"But," Remus added, "whatever James has done, just know that it always comes from a good place. The man doesn't have a mean bone in his body."

You sighed inwardly. The James Potter you knew seemed to be very different from the one that everyone else seemed to be familiar with, and it was driving you crazy.

3. He was an obnoxious flirt

When you said 'flirt', you not only meant that he flirted with you—unfortunately—but that he seemed to flirt with anyone in sight, whether he realized it or not. In fact, you'd been forced to watch as he smooth-talked one of the hairstylists on set for the past ten minutes.

You couldn't hear everything they were saying, thank god, but you were sure she was probably more charmed by the fact that his last name was Potter than anything he could remotely come up with to win her over. You'd had enough conversations with him to know that the movie-star smiles he offered were enough to charm people before they realized just how insufferable he was.

After what felt like hours, he said something to the woman in parting and left her looking flushed and smiley as he strolled away. You sighed, happy to finally be rid of distractions, and looked back down at the script on your lap that you were trying to memorize but stopped almost immediately as you felt an unwelcome presence lingering from in front of you. You looked up and fought a groan.

James tipped his head at you innocently. "You wanted me?"

You tensed at his phrasing and did your best to go back to ignoring him as you focused back on your script. "I did not."

Not taking the hint, as usual, he stayed put, shoving his hands in his well-tailored pockets. "Well, you've been staring at me for the past ten minutes, so I just assumed you had something to say."

"Well, you assumed wrong." You gave him a tight-lipped smile from where you sat. "And I wasn't staring. I just miraculously found it hard to concentrate on memorizing lines when you were harassing that hairstylist right next to me."

He squinted at you quizzically before shaking his head, finding your banter more amusing than you probably were. "Admit it. You're obsessed with me."

You scoffed, blinking rapidly to truly portray your disbelief. "You wish. Reality is, Potter—I think I hate you."

James peered at you with a glint in his eye like he'd never heard anything more amusing, leaning back against the wall next to you. "You think?"

You shrugged tightly. "The jury hasn't come to a decision just yet." You thought back to the unfortunately delicious pizza he'd provided, and all the things that Remus and Sirius had said to you that stood in stark contrast to practically every other experience you'd had with him.

James grinned, finding teasing you the most entertaining part of his day, even on set for a TV show. "So I still have a chance?"

His eyes glistened and you reeled. "A chance to what? Did you not hear the 'hate' part?"

"Hate is a strong word, don't you think?"

You shook your head. "Strong, but appropriate."

"Ouch." He touched his hand to his chest in that dramatic way he always did, something you blamed on his actor roots. "Your words hurt, you know." You rolled your eyes, truly trying then to get back to memorizing your lines so James would have nothing over you during filming the next day, but he didn't seem to care. "Look, I get it. You said you hate me. But really, I don't think you do."

You sighed, setting your script aside as you looked up at him with finality. "And why is that, Potter?"

"Because," James began, and you didn't like the tease in his tone as he looked down at you. "A little birdie told me you had some say in whether or not they cast me in South Bay. And that you actually encouraged it."

Your lips parted, those words being the last ones you expected him to say after weeks had gone by since the chemistry read. You didn't know who'd ratted you out, but whoever did would be getting a stern talking to. Or a partially stern one, since they were more than likely your boss.

You shrugged weakly at him. "That ... that doesn't mean anything."

James's thick brow lifted effortlessly. "So you're not denying it?"

At his challenging look, you relented with a drop of your shoulders. "I'm not. It's true; I told Minerva I think they should choose you to play Aaron becuase you are good at your job, James. As much as it annoys me. I mean, you're clearly a great actor, you get all your lines memorized overnight, not to mention the entire crew is in love with you for some reason-"

"Oh, I see."

You paused, looking at the way James's slight grin turned into a shit-eating one. "What?"

He tipped his head at you tauntingly. "You're jealous."

You let out a laugh harsher than you meant it to be. "Please. There's nothing about you I could possibly waste my energy being jealous over."

The brunette tutted, and you hated the feeling it sent through you. "For such a great actress, you're not a very good liar."

You felt your breathing shallow for a moment, not knowing what to do with the compliment that flowed so easily from his lips like he hadn't given it a second thought. You pushed the thought aside, focusing on the insult part of his statement instead, and rolled your eyes.

"Look," James continued at your expression. "Jealous or not, we're going to have to work together on this show for God knows how many more months. Years even, if it gets renewed for a second season." The thought both filled you with excitement and dread as it came from James's lips. He looked down at you with an honest curiosity. "How much longer can you go on pretending to hate me?"

You noted that what he was saying was true, letting the words sit in your chest for a moment, but you also noted that you had more fun being petty. You tilted your chin up at him. "Funny that you think I'm pretending."

James put a hand on the table you were sitting at, leaning forward slightly and making you freeze up. "Funny that you're still not a good liar, love."

Your throat felt tight with something you wanted to again dismiss as disgust at both his proximity and the delicate word that fell from his lips. You let an unpleasant pinch form between your brows. "I thought I told you not to call me that."

James felt something warm, almost giddy, form in his chest, and it didn't matter that you looked like you were considering slapping him right then. He let the corner of his lips quirk up. "You're adorable when you're mad."

"Don't call me that either." You huffed, picking up your still un-memorized script and standing. "I'm going to my trailer."

James quirked a brow, following you with only his eyes. "Is that an invitation?"

You rolled your eyes, walking away and calling over your shoulder. "Absolutely not."

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Lockheed Vega by Robert Sullivan Via Flickr: Amelia Earhart Lockheed "Vega" 5B (A19670093000) at the Smithsonian Institution National Air and Space Museum. Photo taken by Eric Long. Photo taken on December 28, 2016. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia The Lockheed Vega is an American six-passenger high-wing monoplane airliner built by the Lockheed Corporation starting in 1927. It became famous for its use by a number of record-breaking pilots who were attracted to the rugged and very long-range design. Amelia Earhart became the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean in one, and Wiley Post used his to prove the existence of the jet stream after having flown around the world twice. Design and development Designed by John Knudsen Northrop and Gerald Vultee, both of whom would later form their own companies, the aircraft was originally intended to serve with Lockheed's own airline routes. They set out to build a four-seat aircraft that was not only rugged but also one of the fastest aircraft of its era. Using a wooden monocoque fuselage, plywood-covered cantilever wings and the best engine available, the Vega delivered on the promise of speed. The fuselage was built from sheets of plywood, skinned over wooden ribs. Using a large concrete mold, a single half of the fuselage shell was laminated in sections with glue between each layer and then a rubber bladder was lowered into the mold and inflated with air to compress the lamination into shape against the inside of the mold. The two fuselage halves were then nailed and glued over a separately constructed rib framework. With the fuselage constructed in this fashion, the wing spar couldn't cut through the fuselage, so the single spar cantilever wing was mounted atop the aircraft. Only the engine and landing gear remained essentially unstreamlined, and on the production versions the undercarriage had teardrop shaped fairings covering the wheels, while only the earliest versions lacked NACA cowlings and had the engine cylinders exposed to the airstream. It was powered by the Wright Whirlwind air-cooled radial engine, which delivered 225 horsepower (168 kW). Operational history The first Vega 1, named the "Golden Eagle", flew from Lockheed's Los Angeles plant on July 4, 1927. It could cruise at a then-fast 120 mph (193 km/h), and had a top speed of 135 mph (217 km/h). The four-passenger (plus one pilot) load was considered too small for airline use. A number of private owners placed orders for the design, and by the end of 1928, 68 of this original design had been produced. In the 1929 National Air Races in Cleveland, Vegas won every speed award. In 1928, "Vega Yankee Doodle" (NX4789) was used to break transcontinental speed records. On August 19–20, Hollywood stunt flier Arthur C. Goebel broke the coast-to-coast record of Russell Maughan by flying from Los Angeles, California, to Garden City, New York, in 18 hours and 58 minutes, in what was also the first nonstop flight from west to east. On October 25, barnstormer and former mail pilot Charles B.D. Collyer broke the nonstop east to west record set in 1923 by the U.S. Army Air Service in 24 hours and 51 minutes. Trying to break the new West-to-East record on November 3, Collyer crashed near Prescott, Arizona, killing him and the aircraft owner, Harry J. Tucker. Looking to improve the design, Lockheed delivered the Vega 5 in 1929. Adding the Pratt & Whitney R-1340 Wasp engine of 450 hp (336 kW) and a new NACA cowling improved performance enough to allow the addition of two more seats, and increased cruising speed to 155 mph (249 km/h) and top speed to 165 mph (266 km/h). The new six-seat configuration proved to be too small, and the 5 was purchased primarily for private aviation and executive transport. A total of 64 Vega 5s were built. In 1931, the United States Army Air Corps bought two Vega 5s; one designated C-12 and one as the C-17. The C-17 had additional fuel tanks in the wings. The Vega could be difficult to land. In her memoir, Elinor Smith wrote that it had "all the glide potential of a boulder falling off a mountain." In addition, forward and side visibility from the cockpit was extremely limited; Lane Wallace, a columnist for Flying magazine, wrote that "Even [in level flight], the windscreen would offer a better view of the sky than anything else, which would make it more of a challenge to detect changes in attitude or bank angle. On takeoff or landing, there'd be almost no forward visibility whatsoever."

#Lockheed Vega #aircraft

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tokupedia · 5 years ago

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Japan World Heroes II Day One Part 3: Double Reds and Hollywood Kaiju Men

Unfortunately, most of my photos of the Double Red panel were either blurry or unable to be loaded and had to be deleted as corrupted files. They suffered the same fate as the time I encountered the beautiful Cadillac Sixteen concept car at the Pittsburgh Auto Show years ago, a digital memory slain by flawed tech.

I still remember it sitting majestically on a black marble pedestal with soft running water surrounding it, its massive V16 1,000 HP engine purring like a panthress. All the while envious of the guy who got to drive it up to its elegant stone display. But as they say online: pics or it didn’t happen. (even if it did). Sorry, just went on a tangent. Back onto it...

Nevertheless, it was a lighter panel in details than the others from having two guests at the same time (Mr. Sainei and Mr. McLaren). Mr. McLaren (Jack aka SPD Red), stated he was surprised by how DekaPink would take baths when watching a few episodes of Dekaranger in preparation for his role, something like that would never work in the USA. Both of them talked about Koichi Sakamoto briefly and how influential he is on both sides of the Pacific in toku media. They then did a discussion of the Japanese dub of Power Rangers SPD. Mr. Sainei said that he admired Mr. McLaren’s dreadlocks, which was a non existent hairstyle among the Japanese until SPD came along according to him and has since gained small popularity among eastern Sentai fans (that certainly explains Leo in Zyuohger).

Mr. Sainei says he has the dub of SPD to thank for how Ban is portrayed post-series, as he made his character more calm and mature after doing Jack’s dub voice and finding it was also more reserved and calm than Ban was. Ban’s character is meant to be an upstanding police officer first and a superhero second, using the law to uphold the peace and act on instinct. He also confirmed that any Deka vs. Sentai films are alternate realities that do not fit the Dekaranger or Super Sentai show canon.

Mr. Sainei said he first got into Super Sentai with Changeman as a child, though he admitted he wanted to grow up to be a pro wrestler when he was a kid.

Mr. McLaren initially turned down the role of Jack twice so he could star on an ABC show called The Date. The network hated the show and it was doomed from the start, so finally Mr. McLaren accepted the role of a Red Ranger in a Disney backed Power Rangers show.

Mr. Sainei revealed that to this day in Japanese fan polls, Dekaranger is second only to Shinkenger in terms of popular Heisei Super Sentai shows. This is why the show gets spinoffs long past its original airing such as the Space Squad movies. He also confirmed there are no new Space Squad projects planned at this time or ever unless Toei says otherwise in the future. Mr. McLaren said his agent hasn’t contacted him about the Battle for the Grid video game when asked if he would be in it and if he hasn’t heard of it, he isn’t in it. Mr. McLaren ended the panel by saying that Power Rangers was challenging to work on as you had to build a relationship with the cast over a year and Ryuji Sainei agreed that is the hardest part, especially when starting out.

We got to see Ryuji do his DekaRed morph, but Mr. McLaren left as he had to get back to Hollywood for work.

Up next were the suit stars of the recent Godzilla: King of the Monsters film. I am ashamed to admit I faded in and out during this one from hunger (mmmm...In-N-Out).

T.J. Storm was so much of a G-Fan that it resonated from the room. Despite the film’s critical failure, he knows true Godzilla fans loved it from talking to them and that is all that matters to him as he doesn’t care what others think. And he joked that Godzilla loves to take long naps until he’s needed (can’t say I blame the King, he’s almost 70.)

T.J also said that he doesn’t do his role “professionally”, you are basically a man trying to be a kid again and pretending to be a city crushing dinosaur for fun, that is why he loves his job. He, Richard Dorton, Alan Maxson, and Jason Liles then briefly demonstrated what its like to do motion capture without the suits, with the normally sweet and friendly Mr. Storm getting into character and letting out a terrifying growl and roar.

T.J. also revealed what I posted earlier about his roles and a bit more, he was Rocket Racoon! Apparently he stopped working for Marvel when they refused to credit him for their projects. He and the others are loyal to Legendary Godzilla for their director of the recent film, who demanded the studio give his mo-cap workers credit and they did eventually get it. So happy endings there. They are also working for Netflix, because again, they are actually credited for their work and treated fairly.

T.J. then told the audience he is an advocate for mo-cap suit actors such as himself and the great Andy Serkis and stuntmen to be recognized at the Oscars, as elites often ignore their efforts for arthouse films in an era where superhero films and action movies are keeping Hollywood afloat financially in terms of the market share of cinema. I asked Mr. Storm how it felt to be part of a 65 year legacy and to follow in the footsteps of people like Haruo Nakajima.

He said he was humbled by it, and he feels he can never fully fill in Nakajima-san’s shoes, but he will always do his best for the fans. He has been a Godzilla and kaiju fan since he was 4 years old when his father took him to the movies to see Godzilla vs Hedorah (Godzilla vs. the Smog Monster), so becoming a thing from his childhood means the world to him.

Sent my mother home after that when she asked for an Uber taxi as she was bored and hungry. I was a bit peckish myself, but endured for the next panel.

#godzilla #t.j. storm #dekaranger #power rangers spd #super sentai #power rangers #motion capture #japan world heroes #convention #tokusatsu #dekared #spd red ranger #kaiju

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kahecha82 · 2 years ago

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** el anticristo es corazón al medio........... homosexual.......... le gustan las prostitutas **

Latinoamerica pido de verdad disculpas nunca a venido el rey de reyes a la Latinoamerica............ me pillaron latinoamerica el gran secreto soy un dios por ejemplo telepatia ??????...........

** latinoamerica me presento virrey de América por eso estoy en chile........... **

Pero Gabriel toma atención.......... este es mi elijah comunicado para la academia de artes y ciencias cinematográfica........

** Estados Unidos pasó algo muy malo pido disculpas no puedo asistir a los oscar y globos de oro 2023.............. pero primer latinoamericano ganador del oscar y globo de oro a mejor actor 2021 , 2023 , 2024 , 2025 , 2026 , 2027 .......... lo que paso estados unidos era niño pero ahora tengo 44 años y hace un mes atras me informaron que fui coronado........virrey de América............por ejemplo rey de chile y rey de Estados Unidos.......... santo padre papa juan Pablo iii............

Lo importante el secreto el rey de Francia por obligación es corazón a la derecha...........por ejemplo de ojos plomos..........el rey de Francia es apolo osea adán............ esto es normal en un rey .............. la biblia dice que en el apocalipsis osea el final del mundo nacerá el hijo de Jesús............. camu de aquarius............ ** ale ror paseriu nume perito camare ( apolo osea adan )........... te amo mucho Estados Unidos por siempre ............. apolo es corazón a la derecha.............. izquierda tierra ........... al medio infierno............. derecha el cielo ........

Me sentaré a la cabeza de todos y seré el rey de reyes elijah claudio I ( apolo osea adan ).......... **

Estados Unidos prometo que la historia es bonita............ les presento a mis grandes ahijadas pero lo importante son mis hermanas adoptivas por leyes mundiales.............. la princesa delfin osea princesa de gales gal gadot y la princesa delfín osea princesa de gales margot Robbie............ Estados Unidos es un día de fiesta y carrete tienen reynas........... OK??????............ Estados Unidos fideicomiso de 900 mil millones de infinitos de millones de dólares mensuales...........

Estados Unidos el misterio se acabó el dueño de hollywood es un rey católico.............. dueño de dc cómic y marvel quiere decir dueño de warner bros........... osea único vicepresidente de los oscar y globos de oro..........

Pero mis juguetes caros exclusivo para mi..........

Formula 1 ............. mclaren, Mercedes, Ferrari, alpha tauri, red bulls, aston Martin, William, alpha romeo........

Sony............ Samsung........... Huawei, xiaomi, alienware, hp, lenovo, LG, asus.......

Fifa............. channel........... cartier y tifanny........

** planeta tierra llegó el día tengo ahora 44 años arrodillense todos ante mi el rey de reyes elijah claudio I por 5 minutos **

PD:..........lo último.......... estoy feliz............ la realeza no vive de la realeza.............. Estados Unido soy el hombre más millonario del mundo............. pero tengo 44 años y me gusta carretear...........

OK Estados Unidos ?????

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douchebagbrainwaves · 4 years ago

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HERE'S WHAT I JUST REALIZED ABOUT BRICK

Technology is a lever. Hacker News is an experiment, and an experiment in a very powerful position despite its small size, just as you can't find north using a compass with a magnet sitting next to it. You need to for your own sake. And not just because they'd be a lot simpler. The least ambitious way of approaching the problem is to start from the symptom and hope to fix the underlying causes. You rarely hear of a startup that's working around the clock doing deals and pumping out new features, and dies because they can't help it. The same happens with writing. Art has a purpose, which is the same they face in operating systems: they can't pay their bills and their ISP unplugs their server. It seemed obvious that beauty, for example, that you're going to sound a lot smarter talking about that than the business model. The most famous example is probably Steve Wozniak, who originally wanted to build microcomputers for his then-employer, HP. Because PR firms tell them to stop. In a remarkable coincidence, Ms.

It doesn't add; it multiplies. For products of nature that might work. A lot of doctors worry that if they don't like what they're supposed to, they'll raise the stock price, which is to interest its audience. All of you guys already have the first two. So Yahoo's sales force had evolved to exploit this source of revenue to depend on. If one of the keys to retaining their monopoly. Investors looked at Yahoo's earnings and said to themselves, here is proof that Internet companies can make money. Viaweb's was the Microsoft Word of ecommerce. This is a good instinct; investors dislike unbalanced teams. Much of the time, writing about economic inequality is the inevitable fate of countries that don't choose something worse. In the software business in this respect?

The force of a refutation depends on what works to treat as property. Neither Bill Gates nor Mark Zuckerberg knew at first how big their companies were going to grow into big, beautiful swans. A poor student who could afford only rice was eating his rice while enjoying the delicious cooking smells coming from the food shop. The average trade publication is a bunch of guesses, and guesses about stuff that's probably not your area of expertise. Is counter to the general trend in software development for the last several decades. Even the most ambitious startup ideas are. And, like Microsoft, they're losing. Then there are the tricks people play on themselves. I call the Fluff Principle: on a user-voted news site, the links that are easiest to judge will take over unless you take specific measures to prevent it. They'll just lose the de facto monopoly on certain types of learning that they once had. So for example a group that has built an easy web-based database might resist calling their applicaton that, because it could be shipped to Europe. But boy did things seem different.

It felt like releasing software without testing it. Real estate is still more expensive than just about anywhere else in the country. Instead tastes are a series of concentric rings, like ripples in a pond. It has an English cousin, travail, and what it means is torture. Good ideas always tend to win eventually. So if you want to know what the basic human reaction to a piece of writing and step back and ask whether the author is wrong or right than what his tone is. The good things in a community site come from people more than technology; it's mainly in the prevention of bad things that technology comes into play. And that has a bunch of hackers.

Hacker News needs to avoid: bad stories and bad comments. It's a good exercise for you, too, to sit down and try to figure out how to make money from it. They'll just discard that sentence as meaningless boilerplate, and hope, with increasing impatience, that in the next sentence you'll actually explain what you've made. You can't expect employers to have some kind of paternal obligation that isn't there in transactions between equals. For example, if a senator wrote an article saying senators' salaries should be increased, one could respond: Of course he would say that. If all you have to do is expand it. In Hollywood, these phrases seem to be deliberately trolling, we ban them ruthlessly. Lewis in The Boston Globe. We can, however, which makes images with definite shapes more engaging than mere blur. Not just the first step into a swamp. The theory is that minor forms of bad behavior encourage worse ones: that a neighborhood with lots of graffiti and broken windows becomes one where robberies occur.

Right now, ambitious kids going to art school run smack into a brick wall. Losing, for example. It would be pretty cool if merely by staying in regular contact with us will push you to make things, taste becomes a practical matter. I don't know if this one is possible, but there you face bureaucratic obstacles that would slow down a startup. One of the weirdest things about Yahoo when I went to work at Yahoo. We estimated, based on some fairly informal math, that there were about 5000 stores on the Web. But the reason reporters ended up writing stories about this particular truth, rather than how or by whom. Newspapers and magazines are just as screwed, but they are at least declining gracefully. Maybe it's not a sign of sanity. Maybe options should be replaced with a new protocol. If people are expected to behave well, they tend to repel you. Such messages must be implicit.

But with the arrival of networks, it's as if we've moved to a planet with a breathable atmosphere. Readers aren't the only ones who've noticed the change. But they could not have put into words exactly how their ugly ducklings were going to grow into a giant company? It sounds ridiculous to us to treat smells as property. If anyone is dishonest, it's the reporters. In the channel era, both flowed down from the top. Roughly that you can't fool mother nature. Most startups face similar challenges, so we encourage them to focus on just two goals: a explain what you're doing, and b don't just like whatever they grew up with. But we weren't saying this to be benevolent. Now we have a way of classifying forms of disagreement, and probably also the most common. If you pay them by the hour, they'll work a lot of work. But it will happen, and it would still be just as great an achievement as the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel to a blank canvas is that the only thing to interest someone arriving at HN for the first time.

Thanks to Aaron Swartz, Robert Morris, Joe Hewitt, Reid Hoffman, and Sam Altman for their feedback on these thoughts.

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