#imagine a bitch like me with a PENSION PLAN

[mummer]

lied a few times in a job interview but it ended up going super well and ive already been moved to the final round

[grimmjowkurosakidrake]

In a night or in a day, in a vision or in none

1/2: Dreams

Rating: T

Fandom:The Walking Dead (TV)

Relationships: Daryl Dixon/Carol Peletier, Daryl Dixon & Merle DixonCharacters: Carol Peletier, Daryl Dixon, Merle Dixon

For a small Caryl bingo

Summary:

On his dirty couch, Daryl closes his eyes and opens them immediately after. A cloudy haze around the edges of reality telling him that he’s dreaming.

Daryl is six the morning his big brother declares, with his derisive and booming voice. “My soulmate is a little bitch.” Casually, as he drinks a morning beer even when he has to go to school with Daryl at the back of his bike, in just a few hours. Their dad hasn’t been home for almost three weeks and even if he were here, he wouldn’t take Daryl to school and Daryl wouldn’t want him to, either.

Daryl wants to tell him that he shouldn’t call girls names like bitch and cunt or whore, because they don’t like that, sometimes they get angry and will call you names back or even hit you, but other times, they get sad enough to even cry, and that is worse.

Daryl, with all his little boy bravado, also wants to tell him to stop drinking so early in the morning if he’s planning on driving his baby brother to school at the back of his bike. Instead, he takes a healthy sip of the sweet milk his big brother warmed for him over the stove, generously adding some cinnamon and honey and asks, very quietly. “Why?”

Without even looking at him, Merle asks, “why what, little brother?” before scowling at him and ordering to eat his eggs because he’s just too fucking skinny.

Gathering all his courage, Daryl takes one long sip of his milk and helps himself to a big bite of eggs on bread before elaborating. “Why is she a bitch?”

Hearing his small, clearly scandalized tone of voice, Merle laughs at him with gusto, hitting him on the back and calling him a bitch for worrying about his own language. “She’s a bitch because tonight she was dreaming about a trip to fucking Disneyland.” He growls then, suddenly resentful. “Asking me to get on one of those stupid rides. Can you imagine, little bro? Here I am, working my ass off at the night shift on a fucking bar at fifteen to put milk on your sippy-fucking-cup and eggs on your bread and she’s dreaming about stupid Disneyland trips. What do you say. Isn’t she a bitch?” He ends up his tirade, pointedly looking at him.

Feeling the warmth of the definitely-not-a-sippy-cup on his hands, and watching at the black bangs under his brother’s eyes, at the tense rictus of his already wrinkled face, Daryl gulps loudly and nods enthusiastically “Yeah!” He agrees. “She’s a bitch and she doesn’t deserve you!”

Witch ends up being the right answer, because Merle regales him with the biggest smile, he’s ever seen on him without the help of some kind of drug. “Fuck yeah, baby brother!” Whoops the elder Dixon with a big, manic grin brightening his tired features. “We Dixons don’t need fucking soulmates.”

Daryl cheers him on, even when Merle reaches for his second beer of the day, looking up at him with bright blue, grateful eyes. Dixons don’t need soulmates, even if Daryl really wants to meet his.

Daryl is fifteen and just started living with Merle now that he’s back from the army and more or less ready to take onto the responsibility of caring for his teenager little brother instead of their alcoholic, abusive father.

Daryl is fifteen and he doesn’t really own a bed on the trailer his brother could afford after losing their family home on a fire that also costed them their mother and sanity while being dishonorably discharged from the army, with no pension to speak of and the mechanic’s assistant job his dirty name allowed him to get when he finally decided to start working.

The couch is lumpy, old and it smells like someone died there. Someone probably did, Daryl doesn’t know. But what he does know is that he’d at least seen Merle getting head on that couch maybe two or three times while coming back home from school early, there are even some suspicious stains on the damn thing to prove that not even the place where his underage brother sleeps is sacred to Merle when he wants to get off. It’s disgusting, but it’s better than going to sleep with bruises on his face and an aching, bleeding back from his father’s belt.

At lest now he can easily fall asleep.

Now, on his dirty couch, Daryl closes his eyes and opens them immediately after. A cloudy haze around the edges of reality telling him that he’s dreaming.

There’s music on the background, the old kind, with the melodious voice of a lady singing in a language Daryl doesn’t recognize. It’s nice, much nicer than the music Merle likes to blast way too early in the morning; the kind of music that speaks about fucking easy women or about being a man by the standards of men who are just like Merle but never like Daryl.

He’s dreaming of a little yellow room, illuminated by a big, floor-length window, decorated by long, silky, soft looking pink curtains. He’s resting on a small, single bed, full of soft pillows, at least five more than he owns for his raggedy coach.

Under the window, sitting by a sewing machine, two women laugh as they work some fabric.

An older lady, dressed in a dark green, vintage looking dress, smiles as she retires her long, silver curls from her face and reveals her warm, blue eyes, completely fixated on the fabric under her fragile hands. By her side, a teenage girl, laughs as her bare legs pedal away on the old sewing machine. She’s dressed on really cute high-waisted yellow shorts under a cropped pink hoodie, her red curls are all over her face and she doesn’t bother to move them away from her youthful face like her older companion. Even so, Daryl can still see her beautiful blue eyes, can still see how big she smiles.

When the girl sets her eyes on him and the world spins a little around them, Daryl knows, that this is his soulmate. This isn’t just a dream he’s having about a beautiful, older girl that seems to come directly from his deepest fantasies.

This, for the first time is what fairy tales had been promising for years, is what his brother had been warning him about ever since Merle himself turned fifteen and called his own soulmate a bitch for the first time.

“Hi.” She smiles, getting up from her seat, completely ignoring the woman beside her and instead focusing wholly on him. Daryl gives the old woman on the sewing machine one fast glance to see her frozen in time and then tries to focus on the girl who’s smiling right at him.

It’s difficult, it’s really hard, because he doesn’t know where he should set his eyes on when he’s looking at her; There’s the legs, the long and creamy expanse of her bare legs as she walks up to him, and with a sudden burst of heath warming his entire face, Daryl realizes that she’s probably taller than he is, maybe even older; There’s the small expanse of her bare stomach in between the high-waisted shorts and the cropped hoodie, skinny and firm, not much of a curve there, she’s more skinny than curvy and Daryl finds himself surprised by how much he likes that, because when talking about women and their assets, Merle always talks about how good and how sexy a nice set of big tits are, paired with a round ass and a tight, narrow waist to hold onto. This girl doesn’t have much of a waist to speak of, and Daryl is not brave enough to look at her ass or her tits, even so, the way her clothes fit her is cute, is nice, he can imagine holding her close by that small naked space in between her shorts and her hoodie.

There’s the bouncy hair, her crazy red hair; There’s her smile, the way it curves in amusement at the sight of his stuttering self, with the smallest hint of pink gloss making her lips shine in a pink hue and Daryl can’t help but wonder if she uses the flavored kind, if her lips maybe taste like strawberry.

Then there’s the eyes, bluer than the sky and more turbulent than the sea, with a cat-like air around them, just by the way the light catches on her pupils to make them look just that little bit slimmer, like two black, small, diamond shaped stars in the middle of a cloudy day-sky.

He decides to focus on that, when she sits by him on the bed, uncomfortably close, her naked knees touching his own.

“Hi!” She repeats, beaming up at him with curious eyes. Sitting closer, plastering herself to him, “I’m Carol. Can you tell me your name?” There’s mirth in the way her lips turn upwards, some amusement there, like she’s clearly entertained by the way she can make him choke up and bit his own tongue.

“Daryl,” he grumbles, low in the back of his throat like a growl. “Daryl Dixon.” He elaborates, almost daring her to look down on the name Dixon like everyone else he knows, even if she might not be aware about how much of dirty name it is.

She doesn’t look down on him, instead she grins, but this time when she smiles, it’s genuine instead of amused. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you, Daryl.” She explains, raising her hand up to his unruly, dirty hair. Daryl flinches and closes his eyes, every instinct inside of him telling him that she’s about to hurt him, instead, she runs her fingers through his hair in slow, soothing movements.

“Yeah?” He ventures, finally, looking up at her, enjoying the ghost feeling of her fingers on his scalp, almost like she’s not touching him, so much different than any touch he’s ever known. He’s dreaming, he rationalizes, she’s not really touching him. This is a safe space, in between the fragments of their imagination and the reality of the union of their souls.

“Yeah.” She smiles, tentatively kissing his temple, the sudden smell of strawberry scent assaulting his senses.

Daryl allows himself to relax, to melt into her touch, his head resting on her slim shoulders. “Been waiting too.” He finally confesses, even to himself. He’s been waiting on the day he finally dreams of her, with her.

“I get it.” She says, her voice distant like an echo, her touch lukewarm, feather-like.

Distant, every movement feeling like she's disappearing.

Daryl closes his eyes with a satisfied sigh and opens them again to the sight of the trailer’s dirty ceiling; Under him, he feels the hard sensation of his lumpy couch; Around him, he can smell the scent of stale beer, burnt oil and some smells he doesn’t even want to start to try and decipher; He can hear his brother’s music, screaming about what it takes to be man.

When he turns into his side, he can see a passed-out woman sleeping on the floor, the sight of her bare breasts burning into his brain.

Daryl guesses that Carol, just like him might be waking up. Except that she's waking up on her soft bed, in her clean, beautifully decorated, yellow room, maybe with the warm feeling of the first rays of sunshine touching her face from her large, carefully decorated windows. She probably will have her breakfast ready for her, maybe from the hands of the old lady on the sewing machine.

Her morning is probably going to be nice; her entire day is probably going to be easy, maybe she’s going to school, maybe she’s already on vacation. Carol has it easy, unlike him, who has to go to work immediately after school, who has to wake up the naked woman on the floor and ask her lo leave, who has to go out hunting because there’s nothing to eat on the mini fridge except for Merle’s beer.

Startling himself, Daryl realizes that he doesn’t feel resentful like Merle did all those years ago, he doesn’t feel the need to call Carol a little bitch, or to compare his life to hers, instead, he notices that he’s glad.

He hopes that she’s having a nice morning, that her stomach is full and that she’s smiling, wherever she is, Daryl hopes that she’s comfortable, safe and happy.

[handonhaven]

Kaylee leaving was unexpected but I wish her the very best in her future project's , Josie wasn't my favorite character to an extent but she will be missed❤️!..

Hosie's karma is a bitch I don't even feel sorry for none of them Honestly finally some peace in the fandom, although they starting a pension to get legacies cancelled and making up stories about Brett etc cause Kaylee left nobody knows why she left so why assume threaten and starting a pension to get legacies cancelled just cause your ship died🙄��?? And half of your ship is still in the show ??🙄🙄 Danielle is still there hope is still there saw someone say not everyone cares about Dani you know what I do care about her🙄, I understand losing your comfort character but wanting the show to get cancel cause your ship turns out to be bones seriously 🙄, then again you can know the real from the fake cause all who saying there gonna stop watching the show cause Kaylee / hosie left And wanting the show to get cancel you proving you never cared about the character's outside the ship especially hope cause hope is still in the show Danielle is still there is what you"all forgot??? Just shows u"all never cared about hope...

Hope is the heart of the show yes the trio too but am not gonna stop watching if 1/2 of my otp left, if aria left I would be mad and hurt but I love aria regardless handon/ Landon will always be my comfort ship/ character that's never gonna change and he's gonna be missed, but am not gonna stop watching cause Danielle and hope is still there if both Dani and aria left then yes I will stop watching the show cause both my comfort is gone anit nobody there to keep me grounded then again the show would me cancelled if Dani left....

Anyways I don't feel sorry for the hosie's 💆💆💆

It was very unexpected! But I hope Kaylee enjoys whatever she does next! Josie wasn’t my favorite either, still disappointed with the way they wrote her and there was so much potential, so it’s a bummer and I’ll always be sad about that. It’ll definitely be strange not seeing Josie anymore.

Yep, karma is really hitting the H*sies and I don’t feel sorry either. And yeah, it’s funny how we hoped for peace in the fandom but of course they’re just causing even more chaos with petitions and even more hatred. And yeah exactly, we don’t know why Kaylee left but these people have to start rumors and attack the show and those involved because they’re so angry and don’t know how else to cope. I mean, if what they’re saying ends up being true, then obviously I’d take it very seriously but I don’t think we should be accusing people unless we know what’s going on. And true, Hope is still there, there’s still a reason for them to watch the show since she’s part of their ship. But if they don’t care about Danielle or anything outside their ship then I guess that shows they only ever cared about Kaylee and their ship and that they don’t actually care about Hope (which we already knew). And if they wanna stop watching the show then that’s up to them, but wanting the show to get cancelled is too far.

It’s true that Hope is the heart of the show. Though personally, I don’t really see the trio being the heart of the show, considering the whole thing did start with Handon and was always planned to be about their story, before the twins were ever gonna be part of the show. But anyway... I mean, tbh, if Aria left I can totally see myself not feeling like watching the show anymore. Not because of Handon, because I’d still watch for them both individually even if they stayed apart, but because Landon is my favorite character. And I’d be so sad if he left (even though I wouldn’t blame Aria if he wanted to) and watching the show knowing Landon was gone for good hurts just to imagine so it would make watching painful so I can see myself not wanting to continue. But even then, I still probably would because I obviously love Hope too and she’s my other favorite and I want to keep following her story. And same, if both Hope and Landon were gone, I definitely would not keep watching, they’re the only reason I even watch anymore. But true, the show would just be over if they were both gone anyway, especially Danielle. So I can understand people being hurt enough losing their comfort character that continuing to watch the show would be hard and they may not want to anymore. But not watching just because you’re mad about your ship not happening and feeling the need to attack people over it does show that it was only the ship that mattered to them. So yeah, I don’t feel sorry for them either.

[sgt-morgan]

Lucky Kentucky ch. 1

Chapter 2

Hello there, this is my new Rockstar!Bucky x Reader fic. It was heavily inspired by my love of seventies mega rockstars, Almost Famous, Classic Rock, and a little bit of personal whimsy. I hope you enjoy, and read responsibly.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ : cussing, sexy times, drugs, booze, smoking, objectification, fornication, liberation, and a litany of other sordid topics and traumas.

Your name didn’t matter, at least not so far as you could tell. They called you Kentucky, sometimes if they felt cheeky, Bluegrass. You liked it, the first band that gave you that name was some shitty college band out of Detroit. They were convinced they were gonna be the next Led Zepplin. They called it quits three years later, a good old fashioned Rock n’ Roll suicide, booze, women, and drugs. The finer things always gets the best amateurs. However, their lead singer had a way with words, he came up with the nickname. He also wrote a beautiful song about a girl named Kentucky, who he just couldn’t swing, some big named country superstar sang the song and the last you’d heard he had been writing for the best of the best since. This earned you your title, Lucky Kentucky. A bit on the nose for your taste, but it made perfect sense. You kept following the music, you went to a band in L.A., the day you left, they signed a record deal with Sony. The next was a little English girl and her backing band, her first tour of England with you landed her a tour of the US faster than they could say ‘Burbon.’

You are what is known in the music business as a road manager, so far as you could tell, this was the job you were born to do. You made schedules, you supplied booze and other artifacts, you got hotels, paid off paparazzi, packed busses, and shoved half out of their mind rock stars on to stages in more countries than you could count, you couldn’t imagine any better life. You were the best of the best, you were who the record company called when everyone else had given up. You were a fixer, and an incredibly talented one at that. You had a gift for taking a mediocre side show band, and turning them into headliners.

So when you got the call from Tony and Pepper that you had to fix The Howling Comandos, you were shocked. They were big time, nothing like your usual fixer upper opener that you could make insta stars. They certainly weren’t your crowd, but you always had a problem saying no to Pepper, Tony’s company manager. Tony was a talented mixer, and a gifted album technician. So when he started his own label, it blew up pretty quickly. The comandos were the first band he signed. They had won Album of the Year their first Grammy season without even batting an eyelash. So once business started booming, Pepper took over the paper work, and Tony did what he did best, Fucking around with a mixing board. You had met them when you started working with Natasha and the Widows, a Blondie style punk outfit. They had a pension for eating men alive. Eventually, it got in the way of their success, so you stepped in and saved the band from total destruction. You and the starks had been thick as theives since.

“Tony, you mean to tell me, that the Commandos, the biggest artists of the decade, need my help?” You scoffed down the line, checking the Widows out of the last hotel of their tour with Greta Van Fleet.

“Yes Bluegrass, I do. Barnes is going through some existential heart break shit ‘cause ole bitch called of the wedding, and fucked the Guitarist of their opener. He’s been all drugs, booze, and sappy shit since, and someone’s gotta get the mother fucker back on stage. I’m Loosing money here Kentucky, something’s gotta give.” Tony sounded livid, there were very few times where Tony was as frazzled as this, so you knew it was serious.

“Alright, but I have conditions.” You sighed, you thought you could hear the sound of Pepper weeping tears of joy, but you couldn’t be sure. “I want the Widows to open, I’m not done with them yet Stark they’ve got some potential that still needs to be tapped. I want Frankie on security, I want Wanda for wardrobe and makeup, I want Vision for my techie, and I’m taking Peter as my Head roadie.” It was a big ask, but if you were doing this, you were gonna need the best possible team.

“Jeez woman, rob the treasure chest would yah? You want all of them? You just asked me for the entire roster. They’re on other tours! I can’t just- HEY! Woman don’t you-“ you heard a slap and an ow, and suddenly you were with the one and only Pepper Potts- Stark.

“Kentucky? You have a deal. You can have the Allstars in three months, everyone’s tours should be wrapping up, that puts you just in time for festival season. You up to it?” Pepper sounded like someone had just kicked her puppy. So you knew, you were the only one that could save the day.

“Virginia? Count me in. Give me the three months to plan and connect with the team and I’ll make sure James Barnes makes it onto that bus.” You could practically taste her relief through the receiver. What had you just signed up for.

————————————————————————

You’d done it. Six months, 7 bus rentals, 75 hotels, 107 plane rides, 20 festivals, 95 shows, 89 cities, and roughly 200 people later, you had managed to construct the American leg of one of the biggest and longest tours you had ever seen. All it took was two months, and 23 bottles of Jack Daniels, and you had done it. Now all you had to do was meet the band, and have your first tour meeting.

You had never been so nervous to meet a group of men in your life. Normally, these meetings we’re pretty laid back and informal. Lots of getting to know you, and goofing off. This time, you were in charge of a multi-million dollar tour that could make or break the band of the decades d ruin your career. No pressure. Needless to say, you were fairly nervous.

You were relieved upon arrival that the first people to make it in were the people who seemed to be the most reliable. Vision and Wanda were quietly whispering  to eachother in the corner as always, their hands gently intertwined as they surveyed the rest of their new subjects. Frankie was standing off in another corner looking like an immovable brick wall. His sunglasses firmly in place on his nose, looking scary as always. Peter was off with the widows flirting with their drummer. You didn’t think it would end well, seeing as MJ was a bit of a hot head, and Peter was akward and nerdy, but to your surprise, they seemed to be getting along swimmingly. Natasha and Carol were staring at a book full of something, if you had to guess, it would be song lyrics of some variety, and to your shock and absolute awe, Peggy had saddled up to Steve Rogers. Steve was the guitarist of the Commandos, and he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying her company. Tony and Pepper were chatting with Clint and Sam the drummer and bassist of the Commandos, and Bruce Banner, your newly appointed second hand. James Barnes was nowhere to be seen.

“Well, well, good to see that most of you have arrived early!” You smirked walking to the head of the table with your big box of tour folders, Peter moving instantly to help you. “If I have not yet made your acquaintance, I am Kentucky, just Kentucky, you may call me Bluegrass or Lucky, but I will always prefer Kentucky. It has come to my immediate attention, that you sorry suckers were in need of a fantastic road manager, and here I am.” You survey the room as you spoke taking into account every face that you could see in the room and making sure everyone was following. “Now, where is James?”

————Some unnamed bar across town ————

Bucky’s head pounded. Wether it was from the booze or the pounding music he had no clue, but he could tell that it was far too early to be in this booth.

“You really went for it last night Barnes,” Bucky looks for the source of the voice to find that, Luke Cage, owner of the best bar in LA, was unloading boxes of tequila into his storage cabinets under the bar. “You shouldn’t have either, you’re late for your tour meeting.”

Bucky absorbed the information, and felt it melt out of his brain as if it were nothing more than an irritating ear worm. “How do you know about that?” He sighed running a hand down his face and slowly standing to grab his leather jacket.

“It’s sharpied onto your arm,” Luke chuckled pointing to Bucky’s right arm in just about the only clean space someone could fine. “Steve came in and did it last night before giving about a hundred dollars to let you sleep it off in that booth.”

“Of course he did,” Bucky scoffed, “the punk never knew when to leave well enough alone.” Bucky quickly slipped his sunglasses over his aching eyes, as he watched Luke slide a cup of coffee across the bar. “Goodbye Luke, your bar is the only thing I’m gonna miss about this town.”

“Goodbye Bucky, the free live music, and the fantastic tips are all I’m going to miss about you boys. I’ll tell Jess you said hello.” And with that final fond farewell, Bucky left Luke’s bar for the last time before he was trapped in a tour bus for six months.

The drive to Stark Records was as second nature to him as tying his shoes. He easily glided in between cars, making record time to his place of employment. He parked his bike next to a slot that occupied the sweetest little red corvette he’s seen in a good while. The tune in the reference catches his brain and he starts to whistle the chorus, wishing the artist formerly known as Prince was still around. He walked past Sharon, the desk clerk, giving her his customary wink and a smirk, stealing a sucker out of her candy dish and wandering into the meeting.

That’s when he saw her, the hottest piece of ass this side of the sunset strip. She looked powerful, she looked commanding, she was covered in tattoos and wearing the best looking little black number. She was saying his name. “Where is James?”

“Right here sweet thing, I hope I’m not too late to the party, I’d hate to miss anything that came out of that pretty little mouth.” Boy was it pretty, the full lips covered in a red shade that he could only seem to imagine smeared all over her moth as she panted his name.

“Ah, yes there he is. Hello, James. Just in time to-”

“James is my dad sugar, I’m sure we can think of something a little more clever for you to-”

“Alright then Junior if you don’t mind, I’m trying to conduct a meeting, and I will not be letting a drunken moron interupt my carefully planned work flow.”

Bucky’s jaw snapped shut as the people around him, some friends and some strangers, laughed at the clever lady’s little barb.

“Alright then, as I was saying, I’m here to help. I believe in the Peter Grant method of representation. The you-have-a-venue-you-want-it-filled-I-have-just-the-band-sixty-forty method.” She said, flipping her hair into a simple bun on the top of her head, which Bucky couldn’t find more attractive if he tried, “I have made hotel arrangements for every show, I have made bus arrangements, I have planned for added shows, and delayed dates. I have brought you the best opener I have, the best artists, roadies, security, and technicians I could scrape together, and most importantly, I have given you my time and my trust. I can make your touring life as easy and as simple as humanly possible, or I could ruin it. However, all I want is to get you out there, grinding again, reminding your fans the reason they love you. All you have to do, is let me work, and focus on the music. Can we do that?”

“Doll? I like the way you think.”

“Junior? It’s gonna be a long fucking six months.”

[knives-out20]

Inglourious Boyfriends - Part 8

Fandom: Inglourious Basterds (2009)

Pairing: Joshua Margolis (OC) x Lt. Aldo Raine

Word Count: 1220

Warnings: Spoilers For Inglourious Basterds,

Note: This Is It, Part 8. Part 9 Will Be The Finale, I Can’t Wait To Finally Show You All!

Hans had uncuffed Aldo, Joshua, and Utivich before he got on the phone with their General.

Utivich stood back, by the doorway of the room, pensively sipping his wine with his eyes glued on Hans. 

Aldo stayed put, his gaze fixed on the table as he was lost in deep thought while untying his bow tie with one hand. 

Joshua, meanwhile, had already finished his wine, so he stood right behind Aldo, massaging his shoulders.

"So when the military history of this night is written, it will be recorded that I was part of Operation Kino from the very beginning as a double agent. Anything I've done in my guise as an SS Colonel was sanctioned by the OSS as a necessary evil to establish my cover with the Germans. And it was my placement of Lieutenant Aldo Raine's and Captain Joshua Margolis' dynamite in Hitler and Goebbels' opera box that assured their demise".

Aldo looked up at Hans with a 'you gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me' look on his face, tugging his bow off with one hand to hang around his shoulders like a small, useless scarf.

"So that's what he did with our explosives? This fuckin' bitch" Joshua thought to himself.

"By the way, that last part's actually true" Hans claimed, telephone in his hands as he talked into it, walking around aimlessly."I want my full military pension and benefits under my proper rank, I want to receive the Congressional Medal of Honor for my invaluable assistance in the toppling of the Third Reich..." he stopped walking, to ponder."In fact, I want all the members of Operation Kino to receive the Congressional Medal of Honor".

Joshua tried his best to seem calm and collected, but with his boyfriend of almost 15 years and best friend of around 30, along with a Basterd who feels like a brother to him being in the room, it was clear to them that the ugly truth of Donny's incoming death was shaking him up. So he distracted himself with Aldo, trying to set his mind on solely massaging his shoulders.

"Y'okay, Joshy?" Aldo mumbled, not moving his head.

Joshua nodded strictly, even though Aldo couldn't see him. He felt Utivich's eyes on the back of his head.

"Joshua?".

"Yes, sir" Joshua sounded mentally exhausted. He heard Utivich put his wine glass down, and footsteps walking over; this was followed by a soft hand on his shoulder.

Utivich's silent form of comfort. He pulled through by going for a hug- Joshua used one hand as a half-hug back, the other still working on Aldo's shoulder.

"I-I'll be okay, Smithson. Go, uh, finish yer wine" Joshua instructed, Utivich hesitantly following the order. Josh went back to massaging both of Aldo's shoulders, staring off into space with his jaw clenched.

"Hey," Aldo looked up at Joshua, squinting due to the light."I love you. Y'know that, right?".

Joshua nodded."I love you too, Aldo".

"You also know that if Omar and Donowitz go out without us, they'll go out with bravery? They know they're doin' the righteous thing, and we should give 'em that".

Joshua blinked back tears at the thought of never seeing his best friend again, nodding; Aldo has always been a soldier first and foremost, so it's no wonder Aldo is trying to distract them by using the plan."O-Only thing that takes Donny Donowitz out is 'imself".

Aldo silently groaned, reaching up to pat one of Joshua's hands."I'll miss 'em, too" he weakly admitted, already starting to wish that things could have gone differently, that the fates of the men he cared so deeply about could've been helped.

At least he still has Utivich, and Joshua, after all this time.

"Full citizenship for myself- well, that goes without saying. And, I would like the United States of America to purchase property for me on Nantucket Island as a reward for all the countless lives I've saved by bringing the tyranny of the National Socialist Party to a swifter-than-imagined end. Do you have all that, sir?" Landa asked, so full of himself that he didn't catch the quick kiss Joshua planted on the top of Aldo's head."I look forward to seeing you face to face as well, sir...Lieutenant Raine?" He turned to face Joshua and Aldo."Right here" Hans walked over, Aldo taking the phone from him.

Aldo softly nudged Joshua, a gesture for him to back away from Hans.

Joshua pulled his hands away, stepping away from Aldo and Hans, arms at his sides and at attention.

"Yes, sir?" Aldo started into the phone. He listened intently to what the General on the phone was saying, unaware of Hans' gaze focusing on Joshua, who arched a brow when he noticed.

"You know, Lieutenant Margolis, you haven't spoken much since I mentioned Donowitz's inevitable peril" he pointed out.

Joshua cleared his throat."Uh...J-Just...takin' it all in, I suppose" he spoke, taking a step back when Hans took a step toward him."It's not everyday when yer best friend is gonna die and you can't do anythin' about it".

Landa nodded knowingly."Of course, I'm in the right to assume you have a grotesque history with Sergeant Donowitz, as well?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow as the words dripped off his tongue like poison.

"E-Excuse me?" Joshua's expression changed to an offended one, so fast.

The Colonel hummed, taking another step towards him, making Joshua take a step back."I'm also in the right to guess you've had unspeakable pasts with all the men in your little team, eh?" He hissed. Abruptly, Hans reached out, his hand cupping Joshua's cheek."Shame. Disfiguring a Jew with a disgusting lifestyle like yours, but with such a face like yours...it would have brought me so much joy. Especially a body like yours, that your old man's friend supposedly defiled".

Joshua shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Utivich, then Aldo.

Utivich stared at them, pushing himself off of the wall. He glanced over at Aldo, who mumbled "yes sir, excuse me a second-" when he saw Hans with his hand on Joshua.

"Get yer nasty fuckin' Nazi hands off 'im!" Aldo's voice boomed, as he stood up immediately.

Hans closed his eyes, taking a deep, annoyed breath. He painted a fake smile onto his face, pulling away from Joshua and turning around."Aldo, I'm glad you went through that call well. I was just telling your lapdog here how this deal does't fully satisfy me like he apparently fully satisfied that one man" he chirped, Joshua running around him, over to stand behind Aldo.

Aldo glanced over at Joshua, gaze going soft on him, but cold as ice when they returned to Landa."He's not my fuckin' lapdog. He's a Lieutenant who could easily kick yer ass if we didn't make this goddamn deal".

Hans put is hands up, shrugging."Whatever you say, Lieutenant. If anything, I bet ol' Margolis was begging for it".

Aldo stepped forward, more than ready to take a swing at Hans for continuously bring up what had happened to Joshua (which truly happened).

Joshua put a hand on Aldo's shoulder, softly calling him."Aldo, don't".

Aldo turned to look down at Joshua, shoulders slightly relaxing as he obliged.”Fine”.

[brittanythescrivener]

Behind Trinity Lines - Chapter Two: The A-Team

Tags: @embracetranquilityson @eintausendschoen

2016

Guildford, Surrey, England

 Konstantin lay in bed, the cool cotton sheets tangled around his naked body. His chest was heaving, and his skin was covered with a thin dew of perspiration. She was laying on his chest, the weight of her grounding him. Nothing mattered outside of that bedroom at that very moment. Nothing but the two of them.

The idea of having a partner again after so long was new for him. It was hard to get used to another person’s quirks and eccentricities, but he found that having someone to come home to again was comforting. The mere fact that there was another person who needed him and wanted him warmed his heart like he never imagined could be possible again.

Konstantin gently traced his fingertips down her spine, his hand coming to rest on the small of her back. A year ago, he never would have imagined that he and this woman would be drawn together, but he was glad they were.

Lara lifted her head abruptly and said, “We need to talk.” She rolled onto her side and pulled the sheet up to cover herself.

“What is it?”

“I’m going to Mexico,” she said.

Konstantin could see the excitement in her face. She started to say something, but his cell phone rang loudly, startling them both. He reached over to the bedside table and picked up his phone—it was Ana. He ignored the call.  “What’s in Mexico?”

“Shouldn’t you take that?” Lara asked.

“Go on. What’s in Mexico?”

“We’ve been tracking another Trinity cell,” she said with a grin. “They have several ongoing digs in Cozumel, led by someone named Dominguez. I’ve seen his name in my father’s journals, but I haven’t found much information about him yet.”

Konstantin frowned. “Who is we? You and Jonah?”

“Yes, of course.”

“I don’t like the idea of you chasing Trinity,” he said. “When does it stop?”

“You know that I am more than capable of taking care of myself.”

“And you know that they will be more than ready to slaughter you this time.”

Lara sat up in bed and said, “That’s a risk I am prepared to take.”

Konstantin frowned at her. “You are a foolish, careless woman, do you know that?”

Lara grinned. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It wasn’t one,” Konstantin said gruffly. He climbed out of bed and started dressing.

“I handled myself just fine in Siberia, didn’t I?” she said.

Konstantin froze. He zipped his pants and slowly turned to face her. “I thought we agreed we weren’t going to bring up Siberia.”

“Shit,” Lara muttered. “I’m sorry.”

Konstantin pulled his shirt on and left the room.

 It was well after midnight, and Konstantin was still wide awake. He was set to be on a plane to Cozumel in less than twenty-four hours, and he couldn’t shut his mind down long enough to fall asleep. He was struggling with a moral crisis and had nowhere to turn to for advice. As he walked outside for a moonlit stroll through the gardens, he found himself longing to sit down and talk to the one person he knew would be able to tell him what to do.

Jo had always been his moral compass. He could talk to her about anything, and she always seemed to have the right answers. The truth was, he missed her dearly. He hadn’t seen or spoken to her since she’d saved his life in that frozen hell. He’d been trying to locate her for months, but she was refusing to take his calls and even Rourke wouldn’t tell him where she’d been assigned. He didn’t even know that she was okay after everything that had happened.

What Lara didn’t know was that he too was traveling to Mexico. Konstantin didn’t know how to tell her, and there was no way in hell that he could let Trinity find out that he and Lara were together. He was quite anxious about his new assignment—his first after Siberia—and he was eager to prove to Rourke and the High Council that he wasn’t a complete failure. He was thankful he was even given the chance to redeem himself; most people who screwed up badly enough to require a disciplinary hearing in front of the Council were quietly disposed of and never heard from again. He supposed his many years of faithful service, or at least Ana’s favorable reputation, had been in his favor.

Shit, Ana, he thought to himself. He’d left his cell phone upstairs in the bedroom. He trudged back into the house and started up the stairs when he heard Lara’s voice coming from the library. He quietly moved to the door, stopping to listen.

“Jonah, I have everything arranged. We leave for Mexico first thing in the morning,” Lara said.

Konstantin clenched his jaw. He knew that she was a headstrong, stubborn woman, but she was still blatantly ignoring his opinions on the matter.

“Of course I can trust him,” Lara said. “Jonah—.”

Konstantin clenched his fists and pried himself from the doorway, moving down the hall toward the bedroom once more. He grabbed his phone, which lay on the bed unlocked.

She’s been looking at my phone, he thought. Must not be as trusting as she lets on.

He had a new text from Ana. Come to the hospital right away.

*                    *                    *

Providence, Rhode Island

 The sterile, pastel halls of Griffith General Hospital were vacant as Dr. Joanna Wilkens hurried toward her office. It was late, and she had only just left the O.R. after a particularly long and gruesome night. She was tired; no, she was mentally and emotionally drained and just ready to be home.

As she unlocked the door to her office, she looked up and saw her own reflection in the windowpane. She looked like the ghost of herself with dark circles beneath her eyes and gaunt cheeks. She longed for the days when she could feel happy and beautiful in her own skin.

Jo opened the door to the office and made her way to the closet to retrieve her coat and purse. She was digging her car keys out of her purse when a loud, rough voice filled the silence.

“Hello, Dr. Wilkens.”

“Holy shit!” she shouted, dropping her purse to the floor. She spun around, searching for the light switch. She clicked on the lights and saw a familiar man sitting in the chair behind her desk.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Commander James Rourke stretched his long legs out in front of him and leaned back in Jo’s desk chair. He looked attractive in dark jeans, a black tee, and a black leather motorcycle jacket. She thought to herself how odd it was to see people outside of work in their “everyday” clothes. It was silly to think that he would wear a Trinity uniform every day, but there were probably people who would be surprised to see her in something other than blue surgical scrubs since she seemed to be living in them so much lately.

“Maybe next time try coming during office hours instead of lurking in my office like a serial killer. What do you want, Rourke?” she said with annoyance.

“I’m fine. How are you?” he asked with a wry smile. “You haven’t been returning calls. It’s like you fell off the grid.”

“That was my plan.”

“How’s Konstantin?” Rourke asked, the same smug expression still on his face.

“I wouldn’t know,” Jo said sharply. “Is there a point to this little reunion, or did you just miss me? I haven’t slept in thirty-six hours. I’m not exactly in the mood for social hour.”

“We want you back,” he said immediately.

“Well, you can forget it,” Jo said. “I thought I had made that pretty clear when I told you I quit.” She picked her purse up off the floor and pulled it onto her shoulder.  “Good night, Rourke.”

She had scarcely made it back to the door again when he stood and said, “Neither one of us is leaving this office until you agree to come back.”

“Are you threatening me?” Jo asked. “That sounded like a threat to me.”

“I’m here to negotiate,” Rourke said, sitting down on the edge of her desk. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and said, “What’s it going to take?”

Jo laughed out loud. “More than you’re willing to give.”

“What’s your salary?”

Jo scoffed. “This isn’t about money!”

“We’ll give you $400K,” Rourke said.

“I don’t think you understand. It has taken months of physical therapy to get me back in the O.R. I was so close to never being able to perform surgery again. My life has been turned completely upside down—.”

“You can choose your assignments,” Rourke interrupted.

Jo sighed. “I appreciate the lengths you’re going to to try and get me back. I do. I just can’t. I’m sorry.”

“We can provide you a low stress environment,” Rourke said.

Jo laughed out loud. “As tempting as that is, I must respectfully refuse.”

Rourke stood up and said, “Well, then, I guess I should be going.” He moved to the door and handed her an envelope. “But you might want to look at this before it gets sent to the hospital administrators tomorrow morning.”

Jo snatched the envelope from Rourke’s hand and ripped it open. Inside was a photograph of a brunette woman in powder blue scrubs straddling an unconscious patient in the operating room.

“What the actual fuck is this?” she demanded.  She shoved the picture back into his hands.

“A trauma fellow hard at work.”

“This isn’t me!”

“I can see the resemblance, though.”

“You son of a bitch. You’re blackmailing me?” Jo cried.  "You think this is how you're going to get me to come back?"

Rourke shrugged. “I’m motivating you. I told you I wasn’t leaving this office until you agreed to come back.”

“I never agreed to anything,” Jo said through gritted teeth.

“Then you may be in need of a job come morning. Of course, you’ll have to find a completely new career because you won’t be allowed to practice medicine anymore once that photo gets out.”

Jo stared at Rourke contemptuously. “You double my salary, full benefits, pension, the works. I want a fully-stocked infirmary. And I want a fucking Tempurpedic mattress in my quarters.”

Rourke smirked again. “Anything else?”

“Goodnight, Rourke.”

Jo turned to leave the office.

“We leave for Mexico at 1700 hours, Wilkens,” he called after her.

Jo proceeded through the door, raising her hand and giving him the finger on the way out.

 Jo exited the hospital and stepped outside on that crisp autumn night, taking a deep breath and filling her lungs with the cold air. It was refreshing to be out of that fluorescent prison after so many hours on the clock. As she walked down the street toward her car, the flashing red and green neon lights of the corner bar, The Ale House, beckoned her to turn around and walk the other way. She decided she was better off sharing drinks with friends than going home alone with nothing but her mind to occupy her. The sad thing was she knew that a shot of tequila was already sitting at her spot at the bar.

When she walked through the heavy wooden door, she was met with the familiar smells of over-fried foods and cigarette smoke.  The Ale House was a dive, but it was her dive.  She'd frequented that bar since she was old enough to buy her first drink and reckoned she could be a partial owner with the amount of money she'd spent there during her college years at Brown.

“Hey, Sammy,” she said as she climbed up onto a stool at the worn wooden bar.

The bartender slid a shot of tequila to her and rested his elbows on the bar.  “Rough night?”

“Story of my life,” she said. She drank the shot of tequila and slid the glass back.

The doorbell rang shortly after, announcing the arrival of another customer.  

“Hey, hey, hey!” Sammy shouted. “Look who it is! Jamie Rourke, long time no see! How the hell are ya, guy?”

“Never been better,” Rourke said, sitting down at the bar beside Jo. “Wild Turkey neat.”

Sammy returned with Rourke’s drink and another shot and said, “Looky here, it’s the Dream Team all grown up. I can remember how the two of ya used to run around tearing up Blackstone before you were this high.”

Jo smiled. She thought back to thirty years ago when things were so much simpler. Growing up, Jo was different than most girls. She was a tomboy, and her best friend was the shaggy-haired, brown-eyed, freckle-faced boy who lived next door. The only thing she ever had to worry about was meeting her best friend in the backyard to play Army.

“A smile from the ice queen?”

Jo realized that Rourke had been watching her during her little reverie into the past.

“I was just thinking.”

“About what?”

Jo stared into the glass in her hands. “Do you remember how innocent everything was when we were kids? Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and just stay there forever. I thought that people were good, that happily-ever-afters really existed.” Jo choked back tears. “And all I wanted to do was grow up. Now look at me. I’m all grown up, and I’ve seen just how very wrong about the world I was. People are evil, and there is no such thing as a happily-ever-after.”

Her hands shaking, Jo tossed back the shot of tequila.  “It’s been a year since Siberia, and I am still so fucked up that I can’t even close my eyes without seeing it all again.”

“That why you’ve been refusing my calls?” Rourke asked.

She ignored his question and said, “I just don’t know if I can go back, Jamie. Why is Trinity willing to go to such lengths to get me back? Doubling my salary is just ridiculous.”

“Dominguez told me to do whatever I had to do. I think it’s his way of compensating you for everything you did after the shitshow at Kitezh. He thinks a lot of you.”

“Are you sure it’s all Dominguez?” she asked, turning to face him.  She met his brown eyes and held his gaze for several moments.

Jo’s phone buzzed loudly on the bar beside her. She glanced at it briefly and realized it was a text from Konstantin. We need to talk.

Rourke saw it too. He looked up at her and said, “I thought you hadn’t spoken to him?”

“I haven’t,” she said, clearing the notification and ignoring the message. She had no intention to reply to it. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

Rourke drank from his glass and said, “So what’s the story there?”

“Keep ‘em coming, Sammy,” Jo said to the bartender as she downed another shot. “We were close friends, that’s all.”

“You weren’t fucking?” Rourke asked bluntly.

Jo choked on the tequila and began coughing violently. Her face red and eyes watering, she shook her head. “No.”

Rourke looked amused by her little outburst.

“Is that so hard to believe?”

He shrugged. “There was a lot of talk about the two of you. And he always gets this crazy ass look in his eye anytime I come around.”

“Maybe because you are always shamelessly flirting with me,” Jo muttered.

“Nothing wrong with a little flirting,” Rourke said.

 "Another!" Jo called to the bartender.

“I think you’ve had enough,” Rourke said as Jo reached for her fourth (or fifth?) shot. He moved the glass out of her reach. “Remember your guidelines: one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.”

Jo laughed loudly. “I can hold my liquor way better than I used to.”

“Let’s not test that theory,” Rourke said. He tossed some money onto the bar to pay their tab and helped Jo down off her stool.

 Once outside, Jo unsteadily turned to Rourke and said, “What now?”

“What do you want to happen now?” he asked, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Drunk Jo would invite you back to her place,” she said. “But Responsible Jo realizes that she has been awake for almost forty hours and needs to get some sleep.”

“Does Jo always talk about herself in the third person?” Rourke asked with his signature crooked smile.

Jo cackled loudly. “Drunk Jo does.”

“At least let me drive you home,” he said. “You don’t seem to be in any condition to drive.”

“Okay,” she said.  They walk slowly to the black Jeep Wrangler Unlimited parked at the curb.  "I live over on Elmgrove."

"I know."

"That's just creepy, Rourke," Jo said as she climbed into the Jeep.

"Why?"

"That you just know where I live."

"You live literally twenty fucking feet from where you grew up," Rourke said, rubbing his forehead.  He pulled away from the curb and headed south toward Elmgrove.  

A few minutes later, Rourke parked along the street in front of Jo’s house.

Jo leaned across the console and said, “Before I go, can I touch it?”

Rourke narrowed his eyes and cast her a sidelong glance. “Touch what?”

"Your beard," Jo said. "It looks so soft. It looks good on you."

Rourke rolled his eyes and laughed out loud. “You are so annoying when you're drunk."

Jo scoffed and said, "Drinking is my coping mechanism."

"And what are you coping with?"

"With you being a dick. What the hell did you think I was asking to touch?" she asked loudly.

Rourke stifled another laugh.  "Never mind.  Go to bed, Wilkens."

Jo kissed Rourke on the cheek and said, “I’ll see you at 1700 hours, Commander.”

*                    *                    *

Konstantin stood on the sidewalk in front of the Royal Marsden Hospital and stared up at the brick and glass facade. After Ana had told him to come to the hospital right away, he was running every possible scenario through his head, wondering just what was so urgent. He tried to tell himself that it was something mundane. She wanted him to bring more clothes. She wanted Chinese take-out. She was lonely and needed company. A feeling of dread weighed heavily in the pit of his stomach as he entered the building.

He walked quickly down the halls, searching for the ward she had been admitted into. When he finally found the room, he found her resting peacefully in bed. There were IVs in both of her arms and a cannula in her nose. He hadn’t seen her in a couple weeks and was shocked at how much her appearance had changed in such little time.

Her blonde hair had thinned considerably, and her face was gaunt and colorless. Her eyes were sunken and red-rimmed. She was breathing irregularly. Konstantin sat down beside her and reached for her hand; she stirred slightly and opened her eyes slowly.

“Ana,” Konstantin said, “I got here as fast as I could.”

Ana forced a smile and said, “I knew you would.” Her voice was faint and hoarse.

“What are the doctors saying?” Konstantin said hopefully. He had tried telling himself that perhaps there was some miracle, some act of God, that had resulted in a complete turn-around.

“Brother,” Ana croaked, “they told me it is time to say my goodbyes.”

“No!” Konstantin cried. “They’ve been wrong before. They’ll be wrong again.”

Ana shook her head. “No. I can feel it. I can feel it in my bones. I can feel it in my soul. It’s time.”

Konstantin held her hand tightly in his and fought back tears. He’d been preparing himself for this moment since she was diagnosed with late stage lung cancer five years earlier, but he didn’t realize it would hurt this damn bad.

“I’m sorry for everything I have put you through, Konstantin,” Ana said weakly.

Konstantin kept his eyes on the floor, not able to look his dying sister in the face. He couldn’t bear to see Ana look so frail and sick. Since they were children, Konstantin had seen his sister as the strong one; she was always guiding him and giving him hope. It had been just the two of them against the world since their parents died.

“You have to hold on,” Konstantin said. “I have orders to ship out to Mexico tomorrow. I can’t stay long.”

“Mexico?” Ana asked with surprise. “What is Trinity doing in Mexico?”

“Looking for some artifact,” Konstantin said. He moved his eyes to the wall across the room. “That’s all I know. I’ve been assigned to vehicular support. I’m not in a need-to-know position anymore.”

“Who’s in command?”

“Rourke.”

“Rourke?” Ana asked with surprise.

“Yeah,” Konstantin said, running a hand over his hair. “I guess they aren’t messing around this time.”

Ana squeezed his hand for a brief moment and said, “Konstantin, promise me that you won’t let the hand you've been dealt make you a bitter, unhappy man. I want you to be happy. Promise me that you’ll be happy.”

Konstantin scoffed loudly.

“Promise me,” Ana insisted.

Konstantin heaved a sigh. “I promise.”

“Good,” she said. “Now go.”

“I can’t go,” Konstantin said. “I’m not ready yet.”

Ana gently squeezed his hand and said, “But I am ready. I’m ready for all this to go away. All the tubes and needles and drugs. All the pain.”

Konstantin finally allowed himself to look at his sister.

"To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure," Ana said confidently.

"Who said that?" he asked.

Ana laughed softly.  "A famous wizard named Albus Dumbledore."

Konstantin laughed.  He dropped his head into his hands and said, "Now is not the time for Harry Potter humor."

“Go!” Ana ordered gently. “Let me die in peace.”

"I love you, Ana."  Konstantin stood and slowly left the room, knowing full well that could be the very last time he saw his sister alive.

Note:  Some sources say that Shadow takes place just a few months after the end Rise. The timeline in this story is closer to real-time, setting the events of the games apart by approximately 3 years.

[theunderdogwrites]

Ghislaine Maxwell: Co-Conspirator or Victim?

There are a few things in this world that gross me out to my very core:

-          Children eating ice cream. Just no. More gets on their face than in their mouths and it activates my gag reflex and I must look away in horror. And someone get the hose because I am not touching any of it come clean up time.

-          Feet.  There are no words

-          Bestial older men who terrorize young women and under-age girls with sex and those who help them engage in lascivious behavior. Should this not be something that disgusts everyone?

My zodiac sign pegs me as more of a leader than a follower. I find this laughable, but some around me might argue that I am capable of taking the reigns, but not always the best at adhering to authority exerted by others. If I am challenging you for your position, it’s because you’re either a bully or a fucking senseless shitbag and I don’t want those around you subjected to your vast lack of insight. Because in reality, I am super happy to follow intelligent, respectful human beings and even behave myself. It means I can just smile and nod and day dream – my favorite pastime.

If you are not familiar with the name Ghislaine Maxwell, I still hope you cringe at the name Jeffery Epstein. Convicted sex offender and all-around sack of malevolent slime. Also, a coward. Also, unfortunately dead (either by his own hand *I don’t believe it* or snuffed out by some frightened people of great power *I believe this*) before he was able to be made someone’s bitch in prison. Such a tragedy when sex offenders / sex traffickers don’t live long enough in prison to be passed around and used like a cum dumpster. Sometimes the punishment SHOULD fit the crime.

There is plenty of information out there about Ghislaine Maxwell. Here are a few key points on her:

-          Her father was Robert Maxwell. He was a British media proprietor, a former member of Parliament (MP), a suspected spy, and a fraudster (having misappropriated the pension funds of his employees). Just to give you a good idea of who Robert Maxwell was: he was the inspiration for the villainous media baron Elliot Carver in the 1997 James Bond film Tomorrow Never Dies. I. Am. Jealous!

 -          Her father died in November 1991. He had boarded his 190-foot yacht, aptly name, Lady Ghislaine and found the next morning naked, spread-eagled and afloat in the Atlantic. Two autopsies could not conclusively prove a cause of death, but most say suicide because he was set to answer questions surrounding his corporation’s billion-pound debt load that was distributed among at least nine different international banks and investment firms, and the massive hole in its pension reserves. In simpler terms – he was fucked

 -          Robert Maxwell left his family in ruins. Ghislaine, his favorite child whom he groomed in his image from a young age, was understandably crushed

  -          Ghislaine is best known for being a socialite with immense connections among the international elite. It’s been stated that she was quite personable, a little bit quirky and therefore often a standout at parties; with many people being drawn to her. (Side note: I recently watched the HBO documentary on her titled, ‘Epstein’s Shadow’ and the tagline under ALL of the people they interviewed who knew her on a social level read, “former friend of Ghislaine Maxwell”. This just made me laugh. I’ve tried to envision the conversation where these people demanded that FORMER be included. Yes, quickly distance yourself from the stink less they think you too might smell bad)

  -          Depending on who you listen to, Ghislaine met Epstein in either the late 1980’s when her father introduced them (how apropos) or in the late 1990’s at a party in New York following a difficult breakup with a Count. I wonder what breaking up with a Count looks like, feels like. A Count is a historical title of nobility in certain European countries, generally of average rank in the hierarchy of nobility. So basically, he’s not THAT special. But probably feels he is because, well, he has a title. Just imagine the insult you could hurl at him during the break-up: “Count von Count has a bigger penis than you!” *If you do not know who that is – just leave now because you’re shameful*.

 -          Epstein and Maxwell started out as a couple, but that morphed into more of a companionship / friendship / let’s rape young girls together type situation. You know, how most connections organically evolve.

 -          Ghislaine Maxwell has been accused of befriending minors and attempting to build a relationship with them, then later delivering them to Jeffrey Epstein to abuse. Maxwell would allegedly lure the young girls to Epstein’s residence under the guise of paid massage work. She’d target disadvantaged minors who she thought wouldn’t be able to refuse the money. Maxwell & Epstein allegedly lured slightly older women into their gross lives with the promise to assist in their careers.

 -          Additionally, Maxwell and Epstein have been accused of trafficking some of these girls out to their friends and associates among their extremely elite circle. Most notably, is Prince Andrew. Investigators have identified as many as 36 girls that were victims of Epstein and Maxwell’s sex trafficking ring. Some of them - as young as 14. It’s believed there are many more victims yet to be identified.

 -          Following Epstein’s arrest in July 2019, the FBI started looking for Ghislaine. She went into hiding. Eleven months after Epstein’s “suicide” in prison on August 10, 2019, Maxwell was located. She was arrested in New Hampshire, where she was living a life of seclusion on a sprawling ranch.

 -          Ghislaine Maxwell faces federal charges including transporting a minor for the purposes of criminal sexual activity, and conspiring to entice minors to travel and engage in illegal sex acts. She is awaiting trial in a Manhattan jail. A trial that was to begin July 12, 2021 but has been delayed till the fall at the request of Maxwell.

 You now know all you need to know about Ghislaine Maxwell for the purposes of finishing this piece.

The HBO documentary poised a question and instead of answering it, they’ve pretty much left this viewer with repetitive thoughts and disrupted sleep while trying to answer that very question… ‘Ghislaine Maxwell, Co-Conspirator or Victim?’.

Victim: a person who suffers from a destructive or injurious action or agency / a person who is deceived or cheated, as by his or her own emotions or ignorance, by the dishonesty of others, or by some impersonal agency

My first thought when this question came up: “Wow HBO, if I was a victim of Epstein’s depravity, I’d be so pissed at you right now. Daring to group in the woman accused (several times over) of basically being a fancy pimp and securing playthings for her rich, giant-faced brute and his pals, with the young women whose lives and brain chemistry (yes, I said that: see TRAUMA) have been forever altered by Epstein’s fuckery… BOLD”.

But that thought took me to this thought: “Ghislaine was a Daddy’s girl. And as we know, her dad was a fiend. It is repeated many times in print, that Robert Maxwell conditioned his daughter and corrupted her character. In some twisted way, there might be a case in which she is in fact, a victim. A victim of a severe patriarchal environment that started at a young age and was instrumental in forming her concepts of success, decency and love (given and received)”.

My mind then went straight to this:

 She was raised by a plump, rotten human being and most likely, wanted to please her dad… as most daughters often do, and perhaps never thought to question anything. How many of us are guilty of that?

Robert Maxwell passes (Ghislaine has maintained that he was murdered, but with no evidence to support her claims) and the now lost, without a compass Ghislaine, finds her way to Jeffery Epstein.

I think there is something to be said for what and who we attract into our lives. And for what and who we allow to stay in our lives. I’m just going to assume that the majority of people in this world do not willingly desire to attract destructive, soul sucking wankers into their lives, but have had to expunge a number of them from their existence. Full vision doesn’t always mean you are not blind. Love can be murky and really fuck up those rose-coloured glasses.

Co-Conspirator: A co-conspirator is a fellow conspirator - someone engaged in a secret plan by multiple people to do something evil or illegal

By this definition, Ghislaine Maxwell should be spending a great deal of the rest of her life in prison.

She saw bad stuff. She blinded herself to bad stuff. She facilitated bad stuff. She became the bad stuff.

If I was the prosecuting attorney, I might end with those four sentences. But make it all dramatic… throw in a brief pause after each one… maybe do the Bill Clinton “I did not have sexual relations with that woman” thumb gesture:

 On second thought, considering how intertwined he could be in all of this… I’d most likely just use the classier karate chop into the open palm to bring my points home:

 (Side Note: if you really hate your life, try a deep dive on active hand gestures and how they often provide social leverage)

 So, to finally answer HBO’s question: ‘Ghislaine Maxwell, Co-Conspirator or Victim?’…

As I was told numerous times in counselling… “You are not at fault for the things that happened to you when you were young and had no control. But as an adult, you can’t let those past experiences define you and your actions. If you do, then you are responsible for the things you do now”.

Fault is past tense. Responsibility is present tense.

Ghislaine is not at fault for how she was raised or groomed, but if she lured just ONE girl/woman into Epstein’s clutches to be raped and trafficked, then she is absolutely responsible and should be held fully accountable.

She was a victim who turned into not just a co-conspirator but also a lying coward.

I believe ALL the women.

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Let Me Blow Ya Mind Song Lyrics From Popular Hollywood Artist Eve Featuring Gwen Stefani from Album.

This song is sung by singer ” Eve Featuring Gwen Stefani ” in Year 2001.

Lyrics of Let Me Blow Ya Mind :

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“Bam!” That’s not a punch, that’s the sound of that obnoxious midget Emeril Lagasse cooking food on TV.

“Zonk!” Sounds less like a mighty blow from Thor’s hammer and more like the stoner from Doonesbury doing blow and getting hammered.

“Boom!” “Crash!” These two word show up a lot in comics, and what scares me is these are the same words they use on Wall Street every day to describe what’s happening to our retirement accounts. It doesn’t exactly fill me with confidence that fluctuations in the market are like Batman’s fist, and my 401K is the Joker’s face.  

“Crack!” “Zap!” “Crash!” That sounds like the drug you did, the police hitting you with a taser, and the sound you make as you hit the sidewalk. I would imagine the next sound effects would be “Make-Bail!” “Court-Appear!” and “Do-Time!”          “Fap!” “Fwap!” “Sock!” “Bonk!” “Bamf!” “Wank!” “Splooge!” I kid you not, these were all really used in Marvel Comics from the 1980s. But it sounds more like the soundtrack of every teenage comic book nerd discovering masturbation. The next sound effect was most likely “Ma! Don’t You Knock?!”

But I digress. President-elect Batman. The Caped Crusader-in-Chief. The Dark Knight POTUS. Sure, it’s crazy, but I think that actually sounds less insane than our reality here on Earth-Prime, with President-elect Donald J. Trump. What the hell happened? Is it just me, or does it feel a little like we somehow stepped into an alternate reality that really wasn’t supposed to happen. Like someone messed up the timestream, and we all have a residual memory of things having been better somehow in a significantly different world. We can feel it in our bones, that things were intended to go down another way. It’s kind of like The Man In the High Castle, Philip K. Dick’s dystopian novel of an alternative reality where America lost World War II. It was a book I loved as a young man and read over and over, but now I know it as that show that’s supposed to be good that I can’t see because I don’t have Amazon. I preferred the book. There are certainly parallels, Trump actually lives in a high castle. But it’s more like The Man In the Gaudy Ostentatious Gold-Plated Tower. And rather than leading an underground resistance against Nazi and Imperial Japanese rule, he just kind of causes traffic in midtown Manhattan to become a permanent unmoving cluster-fuck from MoMa to The Met.

Maybe Donald Trump is like Batman from an alternate reality where his parents don’t get killed in an alley during a robbery attempt. So rather than devote his life to seeking justice and protecting the city from evil, he instead goes on the Howard Stern show and talks to Baba Booey about third-world swimsuit models he’s banged while he and one of his three wives were “on a break”. You know, Bruce Wayne only pretended to be a shallow, rich, gropey asshole so people would never suspect he was secretly a hero. I don’t think our President is pretending, and I don’t suspect he’s secretly a hero, either. I hope he is a hero, sure, but I still hope Andy Kaufman is just faking his own death, too.

Hey! Wait a minute! This explains why Trump’s eyes are so white while the rest of his face is burnt orange! He wears a mask! Holey Moley, It’s all starting to make sense! But whereas Batman fought the Penguin, The Riddler, and Poison Ivy, Trump mostly just fought Rosie O’Donnell. And a girl in a beauty pageant. And the cast of Hamilton. And I don’t think he actually won any of those fights, either. While Batman keeps the peace in Gotham City, one time on the Celebrity Apprentice Donald Trump kept Meatloaf and Gary Busey from fist-fighting over missing art supplies. Yeah, Batman seems like the better choice to me. Although I wonder what the sound effects would be for a Batman administration? “Veto!” “Photo-Op!” “Fund-Raise!”

As I’ve been thinking about this, and taking this weak premise far too seriously, I’m beginning to realize I may have some real problems with a Batman presidency. Not so much with the hitting and the vigilante stuff. Not with the fact that he’s a lunatic who deludedly thinks he rules a major metropolitan city, and if anyone else in a costume challenges him, he locks them away in Arkham mental asylum. No, my problem is the way he treats Alfred. Batman just may be a republican after all, because he treats Alfred the way the Walton family treat Wal-Mart employees.

How come every villain in Gotham City, from Clayface to Two-Face, they all have dozens and dozens of well-trained mercenary henchmen working for them, but Batman? He’s just has Alfred. He makes Alfred do absolutely everything. Bruce Wayne is like the richest man in Gotham City, but he’s too cheap to hire any real workforce? No wonder Gotham City is constantly overrun by criminals - Bane’s got an elite squad of para-military assassins knocking off the Gotham Bank, and Batman’s got an 85 year old British guy who’s gotta finish a load of laundry before he gasses up the Batmobile.

Alfred is like, “Yeah, right away, ‘Master Bruce’, mind if I put your damn socks away before I do the pre-flight check on the Bat-Copter? ‘Cause if I don’t take them out of the dryer right now, everything is going to be wrinkled AF by the time you get back.”

“You do realize I’ve only been trained to kiss rich people’s asses and serve soup, right? You want me to set the table and get the door? No problem. You want me to load Kryptonite missiles onto the Bat-Tank? Then you better download the manual, Caped Crusader, because they didn’t cover that shit in butler school. It’s bad enough you’ve got me changing the oil in the Bat-Jet while I’m wearing a tuxedo, but then I gotta keep dinner warm all night while you brood over the city from the top of a watertower.”

“You know, you employ like 50,000 people worldwide with this Wayne Foundation and Wayne Industries, and routinely hire thousands more temporary workers and independent contractors. You know that, right? You are on the board of directors. Here’s a crazy idea, let me get back to polishing the silver and ironing your cape, and maybe you bring in some people who are actually qualified to run your advanced-weapons motor pool.”

Is it my imagination or does it look like Alfred works seven days a week? Every crisis I’ve ever seen in Gotham, Alfred is always right there. I’ve never seen him take a day off. You’d think if something happened on a weekend, Bruce Wayne would have like a part-time guy there. “Hey, Travis, is it? Can you hold off on doing those dishes and run down to the Bat-Cave and dig out my underwater Batsuit? Killer croc is starting some shit. No, I don’t know where it is exactly, Have you looked by the giant penny? Or the T-Rex? Alfred has his own system. You guys need to communicate on things like this.”

You think Alfred ever hangs out with Jarvis, the Avengers’ butler, and they just bitch about their jobs? “You just have Batman, you have it easy, Thor leaves his hammer laying around and I can’t move it, I have to vacuum around it, and I always vacuum up Ant-Man. And they ought to call her the Scarlet Bitch, let me tell you.”

But it just goes to show you how old these characters are that they have a butler. Who the hell has a butler these days? Mike Tyson had an entourage of like 50 people, but even he didn’t have a butler. A tiger-wrangler? Sure. A Maori Tattooist? Yes. No butler. Butlers are an anachronism from an antiquated class system. Batman still reflects the culture of the 1930s when he was created. Good thing Batman isn’t from like 70 years earlier than that, or it probably wouldn’t be a white guy working for him, and he probably wouldn’t have a choice. And when he said ‘Master Bruce’, he’d really mean it.

So let me see if I got the story straight here. Alfred raises Bruce from a kid after his parents were killed. And in gratitude, Bruce makes him work like thirty years past retirement age. No pension plan? So he’s just gotta keep working until he drops dead? No 401K? Bruce Wayne is one cheap bastard. No. He’s a Cheap Bat-stard.

Batman is so cheap he won’t even rent a nice place for his Batman stuff, he just lurks in an underground cave full of batshit and stagnant water. I don’t know which he’s gonna catch first, the Riddler, or dysentery. Is he gonna collar a criminal, or just get cholera. A damp cave? Really? It’s a breeding ground for mosquitos. He’ll get the zika virus before he gets the Joker. He’s basically in a subterranean pit filled with bat guano, breathing that shit in, he’ll get double-pneumonia before he gets two-face.

And they thought Howard Hughes was a crazy billionaire. At least Howard Hughes was smart enough to bang some movie stars. Batman? What’s his thought process on a Friday night? “Hmm, what to do tonight...I could date that supermodel who’s been sending me nude selfies….but on the other hand I could impale some junkie mugger with a couple of Batarangs… I gotta go with Batarangs. Hey Alfred!”

Make America and Gotham City great again.

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