#let me die if Carlton wins

[fazcinatingblog]

My boss is giving me a pay rise and I've already blown it all on five comedy shows in April and my best friend's moving overseas forever at the end of March so I need comedy to fill the Biancyes Fasolo pizza hole in my life and

[wafflewarriors]

A Rewrite of History

Chapter 4—Dead in the Water (Part 2)

You tapped your pen on your lap.

Things were looking pretty bleak. You had an hour before the Winchesters tried to talk with Bill. And you knew it was going to be exactly like your dream had played out. 

Was there any reason to stop it? The Winchesters knew you were here already, so what difference did it make?

Bill was going to say that you were there, in his home. And if everything hadn’t broken apart already, it would then. Any part of the Winchesters that still believed you could be innocent would be gone—brushed away by the stacking evidence of your guilt. Your shot would be missed.

Especially if you let Bill Carlton die.

You sat in your car for the longest time. Just staring at your sad little list.

A. Destroy the dam.

B. Save Will from drowning in his sink.

C. Stop Lucas from touching the lake.

D. Salt the lake?

You hadn’t even put Bill the list. Probably because you had just assumed Will would have been the domino to keep him from killing himself.

In all honesty, the possibility of you failing to save him hadn’t crossed your mind.

Everything you did, it felt like a higher power was deciding otherwise. Or maybe the bastards just wanted to mess with you. Because once again, the Winchesters now had pretty good evidence that you were behind all of this. Why wouldn’t they think that?

Dipping your head, you scrawled another bullet:

E. Save Bill Carlton

///

When you made it to the Carltons', the police were gone, and the Winchesters had left. You could see Bill sulking on the dock. 

You made your way up to him, not sure what to say. So you said nothing, even when he saw you come up. You gave him a good ten feet of space and sat down on the dock, staring at the water. You thought, maybe, some silence would be a good way to start this conversation. 

Then, you started small. "I can't imagine," you said softly. "What it is like to lose your children."

"Then why are you even here?" His voice was raspy from crying. Desperate to be alone.

"Because I know what it's like to be without your family. I know what that's like, Bill." When he said nothing, you sighed. "And I know what you're going to do today. And I want to help you get through it. I want to keep you from making this mistake."

"There's no point anymore. My world is gone," he said. "They've taken everything from me."

Your shoulders sank. Didn't that sound familiar. "Please. Please, just let me help you."

"You can't."

Here come the tears. Frick. You couldn't help it. Even in front of this grieving man, you began to cry. At first, you tried to control it, but soon your breaths were shallow and your shoulders shook with ugly sobs. 

It was a delayed breakdown—one you should have had the first day you showed up in this godforsaken universe. But it hadn't happened until now. Because you were always either in the midst of danger, where you were forced to keep your emotions in check, or you were exhausted from a day of running around.

"Please," you managed to hiccup. "I just need one—one win today. Let me help you."

You can feel his stare at the back of your head. "Why would you even want to," he said. "You… you hardly even met us yesterday."

Embarrassed, you composed yourself. He was supposed to be the emotional one. It was just… shit. "There—" you paused l, cringing at the crack in your voice. "There's um… there's a saying." Your tears were working against you, and you blinked to contain them. "It’s 'Always Keep Fighting'."

Bill was quiet.

"And… I've been trying. I have. It's so hard to keep fighting through this… this mess that I'm in. And I'm struggling. I keep thinking, what the hell is the point of running in circles like this? It will never work out. Everything is already gone. What the hell am I even still doing this for?" You took a breath. "If you had asked me yesterday, I would have told you I don't know. But I think I've figured it out now."

"And what is it?" he asked.

"Saving people," you said. "I was… hopeful before. Thinking maybe I could… maybe I could actually do this. But after…" you trail off.

"After..?" he questioned. Then, he realized. "After Will?" he murmured.

You nodded your head. "I failed Will," you admitted. "I had this… whole plan in my head. But I really hadn't considered failing." You closed your eyes. "I am… so sorry about your son. It's my fault. It's all my fault."

There was nothing for a while—just the hum of the breeze in your ears.

"It isn't your fault."

You looked at him, taken aback. Your lips part for a moment, not sure how to digest that yet. "I…" You weren’t sure if you should share that you know about his past. You did anyway. "I know about what happened. Um... years ago, I mean. When you were a kid. With Peter." Before he could say anything, you cut him off. "But I still want to help. I still want to keep you from doing this."

"Why?"

You finally turn to him fully. His expression is a mixture of emotions. "You… you made a mistake."

"I still killed him."

"You were a kid. You didn't know better."

"He's just going to keep taking everyone I love."

"Not if I can do this right."

He sent you a sad, questioning look.

"Peter's ghost is tied to this lake. It can get into the pipes in this town, but that's its limit. Theoretically, if you left, he wouldn't be able to reach you or the sheriff. The lake won't be here in a matter of six months. It shouldn't bother you ever again." You rubbed the back of your neck. "I… I can't bring back your kids, but I could keep it away from you for good. You could rebuild."

He looked to be contemplating, still torn on whether he should just get on that boat. "I don't know," he said. He looked so hopeless. "It will still be out there, waiting for me to come by again. I've already lost everything. You can't ask me to do it again."

"Actually... I might have an idea how to solve that," you said. "Any chance you have a computer?"

///

It was the first time you'd seen Bill actually look a little alive. Maybe some company was helping. Maybe it was the thought of saving the sheriff's family from going through what he had gone through. Regardless, he was actually pitching in a little.

You’re scrolling through news articles on the dam. "So, they've relocated all the fish to drain it. And…" you freeze, clicking on a link in excitement. "No way."

"What is it?"

"They're going to purify the lake. The town isn't so keen on using the water that three people have died in. So they're going to filter the whole thing when it drains. Do you know what this means?" You look up, a smile lighting up your face. "It means no more ghosts in the water."

"It will be gone? For good?"

"No ghost can get past salt. I should get trapped in the dam. And I have an idea for that, too."

"What?"

"When the sucker is done draining, I'm going to blast the dam down. Or… someone who's better at covering their tracks will do it for me." You wrote your notes down, nodding to yourself. "Bill, I need you to do something for me. I need you to tell those… agents you saw the other day that you came up with this plan. Don't tell them it was from me. If they ask, you came up with it.”

“They’ll buy that?”

“If it goes how I think it will, they'll gladly go along with the plan. Can you do that?"

Bill still looked pretty beaten down. This certainly wasn't going to bring back his family, but you could tell he was fighting now. "I can do that."

You ripped out a new sheet of paper and handed it to Bill. "You think you can write these down in your own handwriting? I don't need anything hinting that it was me."

Bill watched you. "Are you running from these guys or something?"

"Or something. We don't exactly get along."

"I don't see why not. You seem to have the same goals."

You laughed a little at that. "Yeah, well… we had a misunderstanding. And right now, they don't like me so much. It would… make my life easier if you didn't give me the credit on this one."

///

You knew the Winchesters were going to show up soon.

Instead of finding Bill on the boat, they were going to find him with a plan. You just hoped that Bill would pull off the whole 'look'. As in, like he'd rather ‘take action’, than mope around his house like he had been before. 

It wasn’t probable that the Winchesters would fall for that bit... they'd probably be suspicious, but it was the best you had. If they could blow the dam up once the lake had drained six months later, which was already damaged, then the ghost would be gone. It would be thoroughly salted and burned.

You asked Bill to leave town for that time. In fact, you suggested he check out the Roadhouse in Nebraska. Sure, it was a while from Wisconsin, but it might take his mind off his kids and set him in a place that could relate to people. The Roadhouse certainly had a lot of old stories to share. 

You weren't asking Bill to become a hunter. No way. If it came around to that, that was his choice, and his way of coping. You’d respect that. 

Simply, you thought that he might find comfort in an environment he would empathize with. Besides, the Roadhouse wasn't a hunter-only bar. It was just... hunter-popular. Normal people went there all the time.

Tonight, you knew Andrea was going to almost-drown in the bathtub.

You thought for a minute, though. When Bill died, the Winchesters had gone to speak with the sheriff, Jake Devins, who kicked them out of town. Then Lucas tugged on Dean's arm, alerting him to come back…

But since Bill didn't die… did that mean that hadn’t happened? Would you need to save her yourself because the Winchesters wouldn't know about it?

Crap.

There were two ways this could go down. One, they didn't know, you showed up, and you might not be strong enough to save her. Two, they did show up and save her, but you're in deep crap… because Winchesters.

Double crap.

///

You showed up at their place way too early, hidden in the trees. The bicycle was probably beneath your feet.

You sat on a nearby log, positioning yourself to hide from the main view of the road, but with enough of a window between the trees to watch the house and its pattern of lights.

You noted where Lucas's bedroom was, and where the hallway to the bathroom was, and then where Andrea's bedroom was. You didn't have a terrible view. You could see the bathroom's hallways pretty well from there.

Then, after a few hours passed, the lights shifted. She was going to take a bath. You sat up, watching and waiting. Should I go? I should just go, right? You struggled to decide, standing and hesitating to walk forward.

Before you grew enough courage to move, though, deus ex machina—the Impala—drove up.

You sat down, crouching behind the trees to hide yourself better. You watched it unfold from the shadows.

If you had gone out there just a minute before, they would have seen you. 

Frick, were you nervous. You needed to calm the hell down. They were going to save Andrea now—there was nothing to get worked up about. 

Still, you felt your anxiety heightening, so you brought out a granola bar to munch on, and tried to let your mind wander elsewhere.

First of all, they did end up seeing Lucas again. Which meant that they did go to see the sheriff, who didn't kick them out of town. Which meant they probably went to discuss the dam after getting Bill's note. Which, you supposed was good.

That meant they'd taken the note seriously, at least. It meant it was a decent plan in their eyes. So that was hopeful.

You could breathe again once you saw Andrea, very naked and very afraid, but alive.

Your heart began to calm, and you were able to get more comfortable against the log. Your vision began to blur, staring at the warm yellows and the calm manners of the Winchester brothers trying to console Andrea.

It was enough to lull you to sleep. 

You saw a figure in the distance. A trenchcoat that swayed in the calmest of breezes.

You feel dizzy and out of it when you stand, pushing through the trees to reach the figure. “Castiel?” you ask. It becomes harder to stand, harder to focus on keeping balance. Your feet feel like lead. “Cas? Cas, help me.”

“I’ve been getting your prayers.” He turns, peering down. He reaches out, steadying you. “Things are going to get more difficult. I need you to understand this.”

But you don’t understand. “Why?” you ask dumbly.

“Your car will hold the necessities for your next trip. I can’t explain it to you. There isn’t enough time. It is difficult enough to contact you as it is,” he looks up, into the distance with alarm. “You need to wake up.”

Sunshine seeped into the world, and you blinked at the blinding nature surrounding you. Everything was so bright. “Cas?” you ask, desperate and terrified. “Cas, I don’t under—”

“Wake up.”

You do. Abruptly. It takes a second to catch up with your surroundings. It’s morning and your back feels like a slate of concrete. You choke on a small sob as you sit up, hand immediately reaching for your back.

You see the Winchesters talking with Andrea, and then Lucas looks in your direction. 

Where the bike is.

Oh shit. You scramble and run deeper in the wooded area,where they won’t see you. You have to throw a hand over your mouth to conceal your heavy breathing. You watch the confrontation between the sheriff and the Winchesters, your heart half beating out of your chest.

From the corner of your eye, you see Lucas’s figure nearing the lake, and you don’t even hesitate to sprint past the Winchesters. 

You had to choose what was more important to you. It wasn’t even a competition. You couldn’t go through what you went through with Will. Not again. 

So you straight up tackled the kid on the dock. 

You were panting and tense with adrenaline, Lucas pinned beneath you to keep him from reaching out for Peter’s ghost. 

Everything seemed alright for a moment. Despite the Winchesters racing at you and Lucas, nothing moved.

Then the dock creaked.

Your eyes widened and with freak strength, you tossed the kid at Sam Winchester, who barely managed to catch him against his chest.

Nothing moved. Not you, not the Winchesters, not Lucas, not the sheriff, not even the ghost. 

“I just tossed a kid,” you said, hysteria breaking into your voice. “I just tossed a…” You shook your head, then looked back up at the stupefied Winchesters. “Keep him out of the water. Um… I’m gonna leave now.” Breathless, you made an escape on the motor boat.

The Winchesters finally came alive. “Wait!” Dean shouts, running up to the dock, but it’s too late. “Sam, she just... what the hell?”

You were far away by then.

///

You got to your car later, which, thankfully, the Winchesters weren’t tracking yet. It offered you a place of refuge and slight comfort.

You furrowed your eyebrows at the bag sitting in your passenger seat. It was so conspicuous that they might as well have placed it on the roof of the car. “Do you want me getting robbed?” you muttered.

So... your dream had been somewhat real. Castiel really had visited you. But what were his intentions? It was only Season 1, after all. You couldn’t be sure that Castiel was on your side. 

If it was Season 4 on, you could probably judge where his loyalties lied, but so early, you couldn’t be sure. You’d just have to be careful, it seemed.

You unlocked the car and pulled the bag to you. Several things shifted in the bag. First, you grabbed the money. It had a note on it, reading,

For the flight.

Well, that actually helped a lot. Plane tickets were expensive.

Curiously, you fumbled with the box inside. What else is in here? You pulled it out, staring at the box, dumb-stricken.

“What the hell, Cas?”

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TRACK LISTINGS

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Side B 1. “Switched For Life” 2. “Switched At Birth” 3. “Switches Brew” 4. “Cold Hearted Switch” 5. “Nascent Nauseous Neo” 6. “A Morpheus Movement” 7. “Bow Whisk Orchestra”

Side C 1. “Domo Showdown” 2. “Switch Or Break Show” 3. “Shake, Borrow, Switch” 4. “Switch Works Her Boa” 5. “Bring Me Dinner” 6. “The System” 7. “Freeze Face” 8. “Switch Woks Her Boar” 9. “Cypher Cybernetic” 10. “Ignorance Is Bliss / Cyber Cyphernetic” 11. “See Who?” 12. “Switch Out”

Side D 1. “Boon Spy” 3. “Oracle Cookies” 4. “Threat Mix” 5. “Exit Mr. Hat” 6. “On Your Knees, Switch”

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THE GOONIES – David Grusin (Picture Disc) – *RELEASE DATE: JUNE 12TH* In celebration of the 35th anniversary of The Goonies, the beloved soundtrack by Dave Grusin will be released on an LP picture disc for the first time ever! The special release features the album cover on side A and the infamous One-Eyed Willie on side B. The track listing to this abbreviated single-disc version of the original score was personally selected and assembled by Grusin himself.

TRACK LISTINGS

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Side B 1. “They’re Here And Skull Cave Chase” 2. “Playing The Bones” 3. “Mikey’s Vision” 4. “Triple Stones And A Ball” 5. “Wishing Well And The Fratellis Find Coin” 6. “Mama & Sloth” 7. “One Eyed Willie” 8. “No Firme And Pirate Ship”

VILLAGE OF THE DAMNED: The Deluxe Edition – John Carpenter & Dave Davies (2-LP Set) – *RELEASE DATE: JUNE 12TH* The Deluxe Edition for Village of the Damned presents the full score as heard in the film for the first time, a far more complete presentation than the 1995 Original Soundtrack which was not only truncated but made of an entirely separate mix that wasn’t featured in the film. The set does, however, include the track “Midwich Shuffle,” a fun number which was created specifically for the 1995 soundtrack, despite never actually appearing in the film. Interest in John Carpenter’s original film scores has never been higher, and his collaboration with Dave Davies of the Kinks is a one-of-a-kind moment in cinematic music history. The album includes all-new original art direction with new notes and classic film stills and comes pressed on Orange Haze vinyl.

TRACK LISTINGS

Side A 1. “Angel Of Death / Midwich Sleeps / Daybreak” 2. “The Fair (Extended Version)” 3. “Gas Station / Asleep” 4. “Awaken / The Funeral” 5. “Welcome Home, Ben (Extended Version)” 6. “Big Meeting / The Decision” 7. “The Same Dream”

Side B 1. “Baptism (Extended Version)” 2. “Baby Mara” 3. “Children’s Theme / Dilemma” 4. “The Parents Arrive” 5. “Children’s Carol (Instrumental)”

Side C 1. “Loss / Carol Of The Damned” 2. “Carlton” 3. “Ben’s Death / Ultimatum” 4. “Burning Desire (Extended Version)”

Side D 1. “Last Kiss / The Bomb” 2. “The Brick Wall (Extended Version)” 3. “March Of The Children (End Credits)” 4. “Midwich Shuffle”

SHREK – Harry Gregson-Williams & John Powell (Limited-Edition Color LP) – *RELEASE DATE: JUNE 12TH* Shrek is the second most successful animated franchise in history and celebrating its 20th anniversary in 2021. Harry Gregson-Williams and John Powell are two of the most prominent composers working on animated features today, and they joined forces to create a score that is still as fun and memorable as it was when it was first released. The LP will be released on Neon Green vinyl, making it a standout addition to any record lover’s collection.

TRACK LISTINGS

Side A 1.  “Fairytale” 2.  “Ogre Hunters / Fairytale Deathcamp” 3.  “Donkey Meets Shrek” 4.  “Eating Alone” 5.  “Uninvited Guests” 6.  “March Of Farquuad” 7.  “The Perfect King” 8.  “Welcome To Duloc” 9.  “Tournament Speech” 10. “What Kind Of Quest” 11. “Dragon! / Fiona Awakens” 12. “One Of A Kind Knight” 13. “Saving Donkey’s Ass” 14. “Escape From The Dragon”

Side B 1.  “Helmet Hair” 2.  “Delivery Boy / Shrek / Making Camp” 3.  “Friends Journey To Duloc” 4.  “Starry Night” 5.  “Singing Princess” 6.  “Better Out Than In / Sunflower / I’ll Tell Him” 7.  “Merry Men” 8.  “Fiona Kicks Ass” 9.  “Fiona’s Secret” 10. “Why Wait To Be Wed / You Thought Wrong” 11. “Ride The Dragon” 12. “I Object” 13. “Transformation / The End”

THE IRON GIANT – Michael Kamen (Picture Disc) – *RELEASE DATE: JULY 17TH* This first-ever picture disc of this heartwarming 1999 animated film celebrates The Robot, his best friend, Hogarth, and a cast of characters. The music is by Academy Award®-nominated composer Michael Kamen (Lethal Weapon, Die Hard), who was well-known for his work with Eric Clapton, Metallica and Pink Floyd, in addition to his brilliant theatrical scores.

TRACK LISTINGS

Side A 1. “The Eye Of The Storm” 2. “Hogarth Hughes” 3. “Into The Forest” 4. “The Giant Wakes” 5. “Come And Get It” 6. “Cat And Mouse” 7. “Train Wreck” 8. “You Can Fix Yourself?” 9. “Hand Underfoot” 10. “Bedtime Stories” 11. “We Gotta Hide” 12. “His Name Is Dean” 13. “Eating Art” 14. “Space Car” 15. “Souls Don’t Die”

Side B 1. “Contest Of Wills” 2. “The Army Arrives” 3. “Annie And Dean” 4. “He’s A Weapon” 5. “The Giant Discovered” 6. “Trance-Former” 7. “No Following” 8. “The Last Giant Piece”

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TRACK LISTINGS

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Side B 1. “Slashing Void” 2. “Power Station” 3. “Can't Let You Go” 4. “Dismemberment Blues” 5. “Fightin’ Mad” 6. “Pam Grier’s Head” 7. “Ghost Poppin’”

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Side B 1. “Futile Escape” 2. “Dark Discovery” 3. “Bishop’s Countdown” 4. “Resolution And Hyperspace”

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[oh-theatre]

Objection!: Chapter 18

Chapter title: Two Ways Home

A/n:  WE ARE BACK IN THE COURTROOM BBY!!! I lovE IT. And them I did it btw! I did the kiss ™ t-the one in the snow?? Yes, that one because it melts my heart ahahah the irony. Anyway, they are baby and I love them and would die for them. Ughhh I hope you enjoy I know how bad this is but I love writing so hopefully idk?? leave me some comments!! I'm a mess sorry

oh god they're moving too fast arent they..sihiawdhiw i always do this

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summary: The gang returns to court!

pairings: Eventual logicality, prinxiety, platonic demus, romantic remile

warnings: Murder mention, child murder, Law and Courtroom, swearing, blood, hospital, crime scene,  murder, gun mention, guns, swearing, abuse, graphic descriptions, tickling mention

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“You're late” Virgil huffs opening the door, Roman presses forward, an apologetic smile falls upon his face. “Come on princey” He says, taking the judges hand leading him into the house. “Go help Dee pick a movie, I need to finish up a few things and then ill make some snacks,” Virgil says trying to go, leaving Roman but the judge isn't that easily shooed.

“Woah slow down...Virge, is everything ok?” He takes his hand gently, Virgil turns to him matching the steady beat of Roman's heart, he nods. “Ok, I'll go help with the movie and you?” He squeezes the detective's hand “Take a breather” Virgil does just that simultaneously resisting the urge to lean forward and connect their lips. What is wrong with me?

“He's waiting” Virgil cocks his head towards the coach, Roman nods smirking, his nose scrunching quickly. He scans Virgil once more before feeling it safe to retreat to the couch, a small figure already enveloped in a mountain of blankets lays. Damian quickly scrambles to a more conscious state as his small eyes fall upon Roman.

“RoRo!” He squeals jumping into the judge's arms. Ignoring the slight pain that seizes his body he hugs back, embracing the child he holds so dearly. “I missed you!” He pulls away still clinging to Roman's neck. Roman smiles at him, unable to allow his shiny pearls to gleam. He's just so happy. The little boy wriggles impatiently in his arms, playing with Romans more than fluffy hair, it bounces under Damian's touch.

“I missed you too niño!” Roman assures, ruffling the younger boy's hair. He laughs falling back onto the couch, he grabs the remote handing it happily to Roman, he wriggles comfortable in his blanket cuddling up to Roman. “What's the mood for tonight?” He wonders opening up Netflix on TV, Damian shrugs, his eyes entranced.

“Christmas!” He exclaims throwing his hands in the air, missing Romans face by an inch “It's snowing!” He marvels looking towards the window, indeed it was. It fell slowly but it seemed the November air had cooled away as the light breeze of winter took its place, ready to cover the world in a soft layer of possibility.  He could see it, he hadn't meant to but his mind was not his own. The image of squealing laughter as he raced down a snowy hill, Damian in front of him holding on for dear life.

“It is Dee!” Virgil affirms, he stands over the couch his hand ruffling Damian's hair. The little boy crawls up on his father, Virgil situating him on his shoulder taking him to the window. Damian places his hand across the frosted glass, astonished laughter as it chills him. Roman stands to join them, Damian waves to the unknown hoping a shimmer of something might greet him back. Someone, something out there will grant his ever so silent hopes.

“Bye-bye snow,” He says, his fists closing quickly as he waves goodbye. Roman chuckles allowing Virgil to swift past him, landing on the couch. Damian snuggles once more under his mountain of blankets allowing the warm pressure to calm him. Roman sits next to them handing the remote to Virgil, giving him full control. He takes it his hands tracing the buttons carefully, the bumpy exterior awakening him.

“Thanks,” He says, he looks to Damian who watches the blank screen with intent “What are we watching buddy?” Damian shrugs fully morphing into his father, clearly seeking an adoring hold from the man. Virgil allows him now checking on Roman. “Any requests?”

“How about ‘Elf’?” Roman suggests, Virgil watches him hesitant “Its a classic! You just gotta...believe” He teases, Damian cheers clapping his hands together. Virgil shakes his head knowing that what the child wished the child gets.

“Elf! Elf!” He chants, Roman points towards him looking at Virgil. He groans finding the movie quickly. It starts slowly and Roman has trouble focusing, the soft hum of the radiator, the awfully quick noises from Damian as he reacts to everything. It feels more natural as they get into it, clearly, Virgil had a long day. On multiple occasions, his head would fall slightly onto Roman's shoulder before jerking awake. Roman didn't mind, he even encouraged it once when it was maybe too much.

“Virge, rest, I've got Dee” Roman whispers, Virgil blinks at the reflection of the movie playing. He sniffled nodding, Roman pushes his head carefully onto his shoulder letting him warm up to the judge. Virgil was asleep in minute, steady breathing as his chest would rise. The movie finished quickly and it seemed the Tormine family was fast asleep. Damian had clearly been consumed by his mountain of blankets and snored sweetly. Virgil had clutched to Roman his presence soft on the judge. Oh, woe is Roman as he stirs the detective awake, his soft face bubbling as his eyes adjust to the outside world. “Sorry just...the movies over and..” He pushes Virgil's ruffled hair away from his eyes. “Thought you might want to sleep in your own bed” Virgil yawns nodding, he struggles to get up but soon enough is waddling away, Roman laughs watching him go. He wraps Damian up his arms watching as Virgil returns.

“I forgot my son” He mumbles, Roman stifles a wheeze placing Damian gently in Virgil's arms. “Thanks,” He says, Roman nods their eyes meet. The tired storm behind Virgil's eyes intriguing the fading flame in Romans. “Thanks for…” He starts slowly, getting closer to Roman's mouth. “Tonight” He whispers meeting Roman's lips, their eyes closing in unison. A little groan from Damian pulling them apart. “See you tomorrow Ro” Virgil says disappearing into his room

“See you...tomorrow,” He says, the tickling sensation upon his lips leaving a satisfactory mark. “Virgil” He muses, he collects his things making as little noise as possible. Closing the door behind him, the silent night falls on him only increasing the volume of his thoughts.

This has to be a dream

~~~

“We are back in the courtroom” Patton taps his desk excitedly, the echo ringing through the room. He shuffles through his papers a familiar buzz in his heart as the door opens behind him, the urge to turn his head watch who enters overwhelming him. Hoping, almost praying its a certain lawyer. His urges win however as he watches Logan diligently speaking to Reeve as he makes his way down the aisle, the young intern frantically taking notes. He blushes as if a teenager once more focusing back towards the empty witness stand, feeling a light brush of air while Logan walks by, taking his place on the opposite end of the courtroom.

“Your client” Patton smiles at George as Virgil and Remy lead him in, tight hold on his constraints of a prison. They take him to his end of the desk, handcuffing him to the table. He's silent as he moves, little to do about anything as the world moves on without him. It almost makes Patton sad to watch, and harder to read.

“Thanks, guys,” He says, a light squeeze to Virgil's arm as he passes, receiving a lingering feeling as the detective walks away. Virgil watches him for a moment but retreats to his chair.

“Mr.Hart?” Patton looks up smiling at a young intern watching him expectantly. “Mr.Tolentino wanted me to let you-

“You can just call him Logan,” Patton says, his smile remains placated. Reeve fidgets uncomfortably but nods as he continues on.

“Um...Logan just wanted to let you know that he is going forward with calling Annie to the stand.” Patton bites his cheek but nods, his smile fades staying resolved. “He has also decided to call Brandon to the stand, and he was wondering whether you were calling Carlton” Reeve finishes feeling as if the words were not his own. Patton shakes his head softly, he looks to Logan who seems to be buried in mountains of work, he hides a disappointed pout.

“Yes...I'm sorry Brandon? Brandon Hoff?” Patton checks, looking back to where two children sit where their mother, all sadly eyeing George. Reeve nods, Patton takes a deep breath but stretches a pursed smile. “Great thanks Reeve,” He says, the intern scurries away, himself betrayed by his words. He doesn't agree with Logan's methods but he is a good lawyer...but Patton is too. He re-focuses taking a seat next to Logan. Soon the trial begins and Patton is instructed to call his first witness.

“The defense call detective Carlton to the stand” Patton calls, feeling as discouraged as before. He avoids looking to Logan, knowing the usual hopeful glance the pair shares wouldn't be returned today. Once he's sworn in Patton begins, knowing his intuition could fail him he simply prays. Prays that Carlton, that everything he's built this case on...won't fall apart. Please, don't let this man be guilty. “Detective Carlton, you were recently discovered at a hostage scene correct?”

“Objection! Leading the witness” Logan declares, he barely grazes Patton with his eyes, the man's stomach sinks. He knows he shouldn't be thinking about this right now, but...had he done something wrong? Had he shattered everything he had ever built up, his friendship? His trust? Was all of it...the kiss, out of pity?

“Patton?” Roman whispers, Patton jerks back realizing his own condition.

“Detective” He starts, he looks to an unfazed Logan, right there deciding he knows his path. “Do you know this man?” He points to George, a moment of hesitation before the witness sucks in a sharp breath.

“I've never seen that man before” He admits, Patton smirks “In my entire life” He adds, Patton nods satisfied as a tiny groan, ever so slightly escapes Logan's mouth. Check and mate, mister Tolentino. His next move may be deemed risky, and Roman certainly won't enjoy it and yet…

“I want to submit that detective Carlton be admitted as an expert witness” He requests, the room falls silent. Logan, surprisingly, is the first to move. He stands abrupt from his chair and points towards Patton.

“Absolutely not your honor! The man is convicted felon!” He claims, Patton cocks his head, his smirk returning.

“Exactly the reason I propose this, not only is he a convicted felon but one who has admittedly worked with the so-called ‘Alphabet Murderer’. Which means that unless he perjures himself, he knows more than most. More than say...Brandon or Annie Hoff” Patton explains, Roman cant find a rebuttal.

“That's ridiculous” Logan huffs looking to Roman for confirmation “Your honor?”

“Let it be known to the court and jury, detective Carlton is now an expert witness” Roman bangs his gavel, a rush of excitement as it passes through him. Logan glares, his nostrils flaring as he resits himself. Patton wears a triumphant smirk turning back to Carlton. “Watch yourself, detective, one wrong move…” Roman threatens, as his job. Virgil can't help but feel a sense of pride. The judge doesn't get enough credit.

“Thank you, your honor” Patton sighs “Carlton, has mister Hoff ever contacted you or attempted to?” The detective laughs shaking his head, he scans Geroge.

“Him? Please...if he was the murderer, you would know” Carlton scoffs, instantly clutching his throat. Almost surprised by his own words.

“Do you know who the alphabet murderer is?” Patton inquires, the entire room leans forward allowing themselves to dangle at his anticipation

“Absolutely” Carlton grins, Patton digs his nails deep into his palms, stopping just before the skin breaks blood. “Haley Bloomington” He seethes, Virgil and Remy share a look, both with the same idea.

“As in the precinct captain?” So much more happens in Patton's mind, everything falls into place, he feels lightheaded. He looks to Logan, a helpful plea is administered, a stab to the heart as Logan...ignores him.

“That's the one” The one? The one who Patton took all his complaints about Liam to? The one who Patton pleaded, begged for help? All these years-

No, focus.

“Thank you, no further questions,” Patton says “I also suggest that we hold on cross-examination until further notice,” He says before retreating to his seat. Roman watches but nods.

“Court adjourned,” He says in a practical whisper. The jury clears out in whispered murmurs, each giving a look towards Patton as they move through. Patton says a quick goodbye to George as the detectives lead him away, shuffling his papers. He feels the room around him gain quiet until two quick feet make their way out and its just him and Logan. He refuses to look towards him, a mixing bowl of emotions, not sure which recipe to follow.

“Patton” Logan stands at the desk now, across from Patton. The lawyer turns, his brows in a knitted furrow, he tries to scowl but instead places a worried pout.

“Oh, now you-”

“Would you like to go on a date with me on Friday?” Logan wonders, his hands fidgeting carefully behind his back. Patton softens, oh…

“Yes, absolutely” He whispers, Logan purses his lips bouncing on his heel. He nods before carefully leaving the room, the door closing behind him. Patton presses his file against his chest, trying very hard not to swoon. “Yes...absolutely” He repeats, just for himself.

~~~

“And why is that?” Logan wonders straightening his bowtie, he tilts his head as the mirror reflects his image.

“Because this is Patton's first date in almost a million years,” Virgil says from the couch, his position quite extravagant. Roman chuckles from the ground as he plays with Virgil's hanging hair. “This night is for him, I mean seriously...the last person he went out with was-

“Liam” Logan breathes, his strict posture falls as he watches the sky fade. The outer world becomes less prominent as he loses himself in his own mind. Virgil hops from the couch and takes his stance in front of the lawyer, he slaps his hands away instead taking Logan's lopsided bowtie into his own hands, fixing it. The Friday night of the neighborhood dim.  

“Exactly” Virgil pats his chest once he's done, Logan moves onto his hair suddenly feeling his confidence drain with him. He wasn't sure what he was doing, Patton assured him everything was fine but that couldn't be true could it? And that's not what he deserves, if Logan could he would summon a plane to Europe right now. Seat himself first class with Patton by his side, his eyes marveling-

“But isn't a date about two people? About both of us?” Logan genuinely requests. Coming down from dream.

“Not this one dude. This is for Pat” Roman says drumming his fingers in the air. “Sorry, but it just isn't about you tonight.” Roman shrugs, Logan dusts himself off choosing to heed their words, he shows off his outfit carefully. “Two thumbs up from me. Love the vest” Roman compliments

“It looks great” Virgil nods, he fixes one strand of hair before squeezing Logan's shoulders gently. “It'll be great, just...make it great ok? For him?” That's all I wanted to do

“Mmhm” he hums going towards his watch, placing it slinked on his wrist. One more check in the mirror before gathering his coat and things. He wishes he had a bag to carry with him, his phone rings out. “Don't want to be late” he mumbles to himself, he turns to his friends. “Good?” He checks

“Perfect,” They say in unison.

“Perfect!” Patton says in his home, feeling as though time just wasn't enough. “It has to be perfect Em!” He says gathering his keys. “Logan probably thinks me a fool, this is simply to amuse his own ideas” he sighs sadly, knowing how deep this fear runs.

“Surely you don't believe that Pat!” Emile exclaims sitting in front of the couch watching as the twins play in front of him. “You've been friends forever! And Logan asked you, and seemed more than excited to go with you”

“Ugh, I don't know anymore. I mean Em...what am I doing?”

“Going on a date...doi” Remy reminds returning from the bathroom. Patton rolls his eyes playfully.

“Thank you captain obvious!” Patton jokes, Remy blows him a kiss, receiving a swat from Emile. ‘No I mean...what am I doing? I don't have time for this, I have kids...a full-time job. I don't have time or space for heartbreak” He sighs resigned, leaning over the couch.

“Now who says it's going to be heartbreak, Patton?” Emile says as Valerie presents her latest creation. She makes her way to Patton showing him all the same, he picks her up smiling brightly.

“Beautiful Val” He commends, kissing her softly on the forehead as he releases her back to play. She joins her brother Remus in his quest to save the world in lego form. “Ugh, maybe I shouldn't go...so I got caught up with the children or something,” Patton says wistfully, the twin gleam at the idea. The bounce up rushing to their father, enveloping his legs in their tiny arms.

“Papa! You have to go! Mister Logan loves you!” Valerie squeals, Patton blushes picking her up, he boops her nose to which she recoils giggling. Remus jumps around him, poking him gently.

“You have to! Then! Then! Mister Logan can teach me new words!” He claims, Patton laughs picking up Remus next. Emile watches happily, Remy takes his place next to his partner. Remus points to them “Look! Look! Rem and Em will take care of us!” He claims, Patton nods.

“You heard thing two,” Remy says, Patton smirks “We got them Pat” The lawyer smiles gratefully as he hands one of the twins to each of them. He moves to his room finishing up the cleaning as he moves around, wanting the room to be clean for when he returns, to drown himself in his embarrassments. He turns to find the mirror showing him his reflection, had he always looked so tired?

“Hey you,” He says, maybe only slightly joking. “You're going on a date!” He points his fingers wagging. “Oh god, what am I doing?” Patton sighs rubbing his forehead. “You can do this” He laughs, an actual laugh, it's bright. He might be losing his mind, but he plants himself. “Ok Patton, look at you. You've got this, you...deserve this. Well no...you definitely don't-” He groans turning away “Just cancel Pat,” He says his hands shaking over the phone, he just wants it to go well. To see Logan smile, just as he deserves, he wants him happy should that be too much?

“Patton! There's a car in your driveway!” Remy calls from the living room. Well, now or never. He takes his coat and gloves from the stand, walking out. He gives the children two quick kisses on the head before a deep breath reigns him in. His hand circles the cold knob, twisting as he steps into the timid air. Logan steps out of the car, double-taking as he sees Patton in his doorway.

“Oh! I was coming to-” He stops, his eyes trace Patton. “You look...wow” He smiles, Pattons night is made. Just that small twitch of the lip as it moves upwards.

“Well, you look-” Don't make it weird, don't make it weird “Amazing”

Crap

“Thank you” He nods extending his hand, Patton steps into the snow taking it.

Well, here we go.

~~~

“Oh my!” Patton laughs, his hand meeting Logans across the table. “Did he actually?” He checks allowing Logan to comfortably fiddle with his hand. Logan nods affirming his story, the room lights with the candles that float.

“I kid you not, he fell asleep” Logan recalls, Pattons smile only grows. “The case was just that boring I suppose, it really is a Roman thing to do” Logan guesses, Patton takes a sip of his water. Logan does the same with his wine, trying subtlety to get it down.

“Only Roman” Patton smiles, the waiter stops by delivering their desserts to mark a night of love-filled happiness. A successful dinner thus far. “Mmm tiramisu” Patton digs in, his eating gracefully as the sweet dessert tickles his upper mouth.

“I do enjoy a simple chocolate cake,” Logan says himself as he takes a delectable bite of his food. He pushes the plate slightly towards Patton. “Would you care for a bite?” He offers, Patton pulls the fork from his mouth, a lopsided smile.

“Of course” He tries, a sweet but bitter taste befalls his mouth. “Care for a bite of mine” Logan takes it, trying not to cringe inwards. It's not bad, just incredibly sweet, made to Italian perfection but not his style. “Too sweet?”

“Just like you” He retorts, a coy smile spreads as Patton blushes his eyes darting quickly to suddenly very interesting candle.  “Sorry” He shakes his head, Patton giggles.

“Don't be, thank you,” He says finishing his dessert. Logan quickly does the same, and somehow once the check has been paid the pair make their way outside. The chilly air only growing in cold, Pattons not sure why but he interlaces his arms with Logan, the lawyer blushing excited when Patton does so.

“Are you having a good time?” Logan checks for what seems like the fifth time tonight, Patton stops him taking his shoulders.

“Ok, you've asked that a lot tonight. Is everything ok?” Patton wonders, the taller man adjusts his glasses. “Lo…” Patton moans softly, wishing to return the fun that logan has gifted him that night.

“I just want this to go well for you” Logan replies, his throat growing hoarse. Patton chuckles his breath visible in the air.

“Logan” He starts so carefully, in a way that Logan wishes his name should only be uttered by Patton. “This isn't just about me. You know that right? We should both be enjoying this night, god I hope you are” He jokes, his voice shaky. “I want you to have a good time, and if you aren't that's ok-”

“I am” Logan confirms, his interruption causing a sweet smile upon Patton.

“Well good, I am too” He bounces taking Logan's hand “Where to next?” He asks looking up to Logan. The lawyer looks back at him. He turns Patton towards him studying his face, under the snow Patton practically glistens. The snow begins to fall softly, coating the brim of their glasses, they laugh looking up.  “Snow reason to end the night now” Patton teases.

“Really?” Logan groans, an amused smile failing him. Patton giggles falling into Logan's chest softly. The warmth that spreads around him is something that overtakes him. Patton recoils a bit holding to Logan's scarf, twirling it gently. Logan places his hand under Patton's chin as he leans in meeting their lips. Patton returns the soft gesture still clutching to his scarf, his gloves wrapping further around it. A careful click as they pull apart, Patton's undeniable smile as he meets Logan's eyes. He laughs as the snow falls directly onto the lawyer's nose taking his glove to wipe it away. Logan fails to resist the urge to giggle as the wool tickles him.

“Oho…” Patton smirks “Logan Tolentino...are you ticklish?” Patton checks, Logan laughs away, turning his face away. “Oh my! You are!” Patton claims

“Please don't tell Roman” Logan begs “I don't want to know what he would do with that information” Patton giggles delighted imagining the judge locked into battle with a very flustered Logan.

“That's alright, I can find other ways to get you flustered” Patton leans in kissing Logan once more, not sure how long he's waited to that so casually. As if second nature.

“Ways...that I don't mind” Logan nods, Patton rolls his eyes playfully as they continue their trek through the snow, closing the door on a night that can only be described as perfect. Because it truly was, the evening had been something of a new experience for both of them. Patton had never felt so safe in someone elses arms as they played with his fingers, Logan had never felt so invested, so truly passionate.

They were…

In the most professional sense...

In love

[reader-writer-fucker]

Venom 2018

space 

SONY 

white dot 

spaceship 

boom 

she strong 

eww her leg 

i like eddies wallpaper 

this rap song isnt that good 

the brock report 

hes from luke cage!!!!! 

eddie lying huh? 

thats what my mom told me 

your not so bad yourself champ 

he got nice lips for a white boy 

he in her inbox eww 

dont do it ed 

nasty boy 

uh oh 

notice he didnt let her ask her question of him 

space is cool tho eddie 

no he bout to do it

i skipped the interview :( 

damn she be walking huh? 

she munch 

she slice 

she transfer 

he lost his job huh? 

they hurt the bunny 

hes an evil fuck face 

but its funny (not funny) that hes a m.o.c. 

i like that homeless lady 

i like mrs.chen 

lol u look like shit 

:( she got robbed 

i bet he smells like corn chips

he got bills baby 

hell nah 

id call the cops 

whose they guinea pig? 

he wildin 

he think he god

isaac bout to die 

did they kill the homeless lady 

yass dorris 

edddie lookin like a creep 

i like dan 

i like her dress 

i was one of them 

i like ann

hoe dont do it 

oh my god 

oh its dora 

shut up ed 

hood up white boy 

security gaurd look good 

its gettin suspenseful 

oh he need some milk 

oh they fucked her up 

cool

no closed doors in my house

he run

he dance 

he climb 

he hungry 

im grossed out 

he need a bath

she lie

how he fired

i dont like how they have a women of color following a little white girl into the restroom 

ooo the lobster scene 

he look so nasty 

this is dead dead 

he said shh 

he snak 

venom dont like that at all 

that dog know whats up 

poor dora 

ur hurting it not the man it 

venom aint playin 

she bout to die

eddie aint gonna die

dont trust him 

oh nah

dont do it 

stupid bitch 

they so cute

cool but gross 

he aint getting his deposit back

i have a parasite

oh he hurt his feelings 

the bike dont need no key

aww thank u u welcome

nasty gum

eddie funny af

you arenot going to die

that was actually preety cool 

im eddie 

you are a loser eddie 

thats why i dont fuck with kids

 no texting and driving 

carlton and the sybiote gonna form 

venom jelly 

white ppl 

in just this case im a monster fucker 

maybe 

not sure

pussy lol

mask coppy cool af 

he stole the hulks moves

i really like anne

annes a bad bitch 

he need food

he need a bath 

Drone 

is carlton dead 

annes a bad bitch 

eddies so funny

v bout to eat 

they took his eddie

carlton need to shut up

eddie is so fucking funny

no we carlton 

did ur mama not love u

nasty 

that is the third grossest kiss ive ever seen 

not today

i love anne 

id smash anne 

that dr shook 

i love venom 

aww veddie 

aww poor science guy 

knife hands

he got shit u aint never seen 

porcupine 

eddie ride or die 

i like anne alot 

damn was that loki

stab the engines 

venom noo:( 

venom kissed eddie 

she has no idea we are going to win her back im dead

annie know

and juicy 

i feel bad for mrs.chen 

parasite!! lol 

is that eminem ??? 

END CREDIT

that correctional officer was on the darkest minds

heyy haymitch

so haymitch got a symbyoite(?) 

[kumkaniudaku]

Heard About Us: One

A/N: Maya and CoCo are finally meeting. I won’t say too much until the last part is posted but, I would like to say (type) a huge thank you to @brianabreeze for creating such an iconic character and agreeing to work with me on this. If you want to be added of removed from the tag list, let one of us know. Enjoy. 

Friendly conversation pinged from table to table as women from all walks of life settled into the Ritz Carlton ballroom for the scheduled event. Spearheaded by a Los Angeles based support group, the weekend was reserved to celebrate and encourage women that have endured miscarriages. Ladies from all walks of life were invited to share their stories of pain and triumph in a safe and uplifting environment.

Tasha Boseman stood in the near the door, assisting with check-in to distract her brain from the nervous energy surging through her body.

“T, why are you over here,” her best friend and event planner, Yvonne, asked walking up to the table. “I appreciate the help but, I think I got it from here.”

“Damn! Excuse me for wanting to help my girl.”

“Don’t start, heffa. I know you well enough to know that you don’t want to go in there and talk to people.”

“You don’t know shit,” Tasha mumbled, looking around the room at the unfamiliar faces. Motherhood and being a wife had been her security blanket for five years. Now, she was forced to interact with people that weren’t her husband or daughter and she was uncharacteristically nervous. “Okay, you’re right!”

Grabbing her shoulders, Yvonne led a deep breathing exercise. “You are here to meet and bond with women that share your story. It’s okay to be scared but, you’ve gotta get out there and make new friends.”

“Are you saying you don’t want me anymore?”

“I’m saying,” Yvonne turned Tasha’s body to face the large ballroom. “Go mingle. It’s time for you to make more mommy friends. Go on!”

With a light shove, Tasha found herself shying away from the moment. Always the life of the party, she never had issues sparking conversation and meeting new people. Life managed to force her into a cocoon, making her first event since having her daughter feel like her first day of high school.

Nervously, the threaded through the see of people to reach her table. She sat alone and observed the cocktail hour, mentally complimenting outfits and eavesdropping on nearby conversations. Curiosity got the best of Tasha as she began to wonder who she was seated next to for the night.

“Serena Williams, oh thank God,” she commented, thankful that at least one familiar person would join her. “Jacquelyn, Tracy and...Maya Udaku, Queen of Wakanda.”

Her eyes bugged at the nameplate situated beside her seat. Tasha had met various women at the top of their professions from Beyonce to Soledad O’Brien but never a Queen.

Whipping her phone out, she tapped away in the Google search engine, trying to gather any information she could before the event began.

“Bachelor of Arts from Yale, songwriter, and award winning actress? Okay, sis, I see you!” Scrolling through the images, she smiled at a photo of the Queen in her sorority attire. “Uh oh, we got a ‘K’ in the house.”

As an alumnae chapter member of Delta Sigma Theta, Tasha had long pushed past the undergraduate jokes between the sororities and enjoyed spending time with other members of the Divine 9 organizations.

“Good evening, ladies,” Misha, the event’s organizer, started. “If I could get your attention for a moment, we’ll be starting in about ten minutes. Please, continue to mingle as you find your seats.”

As Tasha sent a quick text to her husband to find out more information, a regal presence settled over the room. Maya, in all her glory, came sauntering into the event space flanked by two fierce warriors on either side.

Her energy was warm despite seeming physically uncomfortable. Others would mistake her short introductions and nonchalant demeanor for snob behavior but, Tasha knew better. She was all too familiar with the defense mechanism because she frequently employed it in unfamiliar company. Maya was nervous.

“She looks familiar. Think I’ve seen her on stage before when we lived in New York.”

Chadwick sent back, not answering any of the questions that his wife had asked. Closing the message thread, Tasha focused her attention on the two guards flanking the owner of the last seat at the table.

“My Queen, your seat,” the deep brown woman informed the monarch. All eyes fell on Maya as she took her seat in silence.

“Thank you Ayo. You and Kali can stand outside the doors. I’ll call you if I need you.”

The guards eyed her curiously, remaining steadfast until they were given a reassuring nod. Turning back to the table of women in front of her, Maya gave everyone a once over, trying to decipher the various facial expressions around the table. When she stopped at Tasha, she was greeted with a warm, half smile and extended hand.

“I’m Tasha, Tasha Boseman. How you doin’, sis?” Her familiar Southern accent made Maya smile as she reached out to return the gesture.

“Maya Udaku, Queen of Wakanda. I’m good, girl. Nervous as hell.”

“Girl, you must be reading my mind!”

The new acquaintances shared a brief smile before their attention was drawn to the woman stepping to the podium at the front of the room.

“Again, good evening,” Misha waited for the responses to die down before continuing. “Welcome to our first ever women’s retreat, sponsored by my women’s support group based in LA. We’re so excited to have you here with us. To kick us off for the night, we have a few ice breaker questions in the bowls in the center of your tables. We want you to find a partner at your table and pick questions from the bowl to learn a bit more about each other. How does thirty minutes sound?” Murmurs of agreeance sounded in response. “Good! Time starts...now!”  

Pairing began immediately as the women around the room began to gravitate toward those they knew best. Tasha attempted to turn to Serena, finding that her friend had already paired with Gabrielle Union. Looking to her left, she noticed Maya nervously tapping at the table, watching the commotion around her.

“Should I go first or do you want to?”

Maya snapped out of her daze, offering a small smile. “You go ahead.”

“Okay, first question! Where are you from?”

“Originally? Savannah, Georgia. But, my parents raised me in New York. What about you? I hear that twang in your voice.”

“I was born and raised in Lithonia, Georgia. We’re basically next door neighbors,” Tasha laughed. “Your turn.”

Maya reached for the bowl to pick a slip of paper to unravel. “Oh, this is a good one. Share an interesting fact that not many people know about you.”

“Damn, that’s hard. Uh...not too many people know that I have my husband’s initials tattooed on my ring finger.” Tasha removed her wedding band to show the small “CAB” inscribed on the inner portion of the digit. “Don’t judge me. In my defense, he got his first!”

“Girl, how can I judge? I have my man’s name on me too!”

“Oop,” Tasha quirked her eyebrows at Maya. “I’m gonna assume that you not showing me where it is means that you got it somewhere that only he would see.”

Maya mirrored Tasha’s expression causing the two to fall out in a bout of loud laughter.

“Okay, you caught me! What’s the next question?”

“Alright, let’s see what we got,” Tasha fished for another piece of paper. “Are or were you a member of any organizations?”

“I think the one I take the most pride in is my sorority.”

“Sorority? Let me find out you’re a soror!” Though she knew the answer to the question, Tasha decided to let Maya reveal the information on her own.

“Only if you’re part of the first and finest sorority in all the land.”

“Oh no ma’am. I prefer to identify as a woman of vision, a devastating diva!”

“A Delta! Girl, I’m so sorry.”

The ladies shared another laugh, both of them silently excited to find someone that shared their sense of humor. Had Maya attempted that shade with anyone else, it would almost always turn into a passive aggressive altercation. With Tasha, she felt comfortable enough to drop the tidbit of sass and know that it could be appreciated.

“I’ll let you have that one! So, line name and number? You look like the tre.”

“Close, I was the quad. Akatress is what they called me. What about you?”

“I’m the lovely four duck known as Legend4ry in Deltaland,” Tasha answered, flipping her twist out dramatically. “I didn’t get the undergrad, Alpha chapter experience unfortunately. I was in way too much to pledge but, I’m an alumnae chapter member back home in Los Angeles.”

“You all have time for one more question!” Misha informed the group.

Maya unraveled the last slip of paper and read the question, “This is a cute one! Do you have any kids and, if so, do you have any pictures?”

“Lord knows I love showing off my baby,” Tasha beamed, reaching for her phone to show off her only daughter. Clicking the button in the side of her phone, she revealed an adorable picture of Micah showing off the awards she received at her kindergarten graduation. “This is my little one, Micah Noelle.”

“Girl, she is gorgeous! She looks likes my baby Malaika when she was younger. Here, look!” Maya opened her phone to search for a baby picture of her oldest child.

“Wooooow! Literal twins! What does she look like now?”

It was true. Give or take a few features, Mala and Micah could’ve been mistaken as twins at that age. Swiping to the next picture, Maya came to a more recent picture.

“This is her now with her brother, Abdul.”

“She’s such a little model. And look at this handsome young man! Your kids are beautiful!” While viewing the photo, Tasha scrunched her face in curiosity at a figure in the background. “Hey, who i-”

“Times up, ladies!” Maya, oblivious to the confusion on Tasha’s face retrieved her phone before turning to focus her attention on the front of the stage. She didn’t want to seem crazy but, she couldn’t shake the familiar face in the background of the picture.

“Tomorrow is about sharing our stories but, tonight is about fun!” The women in attendance applauded, happy for the opportunity to let their hair down and enjoy themselves. “There’s food, music and enough alcohol to make sure everyone has a good time. Feel free to indulge and mingle. Remember, our panel discussion starts the day at 11 am, followed by some group therapy sessions. Now, let’s get this shit started, shall we?”

On cue, DJ Queen of Spade started the mixer with Rihanna’s “Pour it Up” to encourage women to get up and move around. The energy of the room created an open environment for all in attendance, famous and blue collar alike, to spark conversation and enjoy the festivities.

Like magnets, Tasha and Maya remained close for the remainder of the night. As Maya moved, so did Tasha and vice versa. They shared stories of motherhood during dinner, introduced each other to their respective friends and colleagues and made time to take keepsake pictures in the provided photobooth. In a short time, the two women from worlds closer than they thought, became inseparable.

By the end of the night, they were holding each other up, drunkenly engaging in a battle of compliments while they took the elevator from the hotel lobby to their respective floors.

“Oh my God, Star, your shoes are so cute.”

“No no no, Co, your hair though...it’s like, so beautiful.”

“No, your hair is fuckin’ amazing. In Wakanda do they-” Tasha paused to hiccup and laugh at herself. “What was I saying?”

“Girl, I don’t know. What was I saying?”

They laughed together, missing the soft ‘ding’ of the elevator as it reached the19th floor. Neither of them noticed the annoyed figure that stood in front of them with his arms crossed as the doors slid open.

“Kitten, where have you been? It is time for you to come to bed. Do you know how long I sat awake waiting for you?”

Maya kissed her teeth and rolled her eyes at her husband’s pestering, “Cletus, I was having fun. Take your grumpy ass upstairs!” Turning to address Tasha, she noticed her company’s strange expression. “This is my husband, T’Challa. T’Challa, this is Tasha.”

“Good morning, Tasha. I assume you are the one that kept my wife away from me for so long?” He extended his hand to the bewildered woman, growing more agitated when she did not return the gesture.

“Ch-Chadwick?”

“I’ll give you one minute, Maya. Do not make me come and find you.” He warned, ignoring Tasha.

“Yeah, whatever, nigga. I’m grown, too!” Maya shook her head at her husband before turning to address Tasha. “He’s such an old man but, he’s so fine.”

“That’s your husband?”

“Most times. Some days I feel like trading him in for a bottle of Hennessy,” the joking tone in her voice dropped when she noticed Tasha’s expression. “Girl, you are fucked up. You sure you can get back to your room by yourself? I can have one of my guards escort you. Ayo!”

Snapping out of her haze, Tasha shook her head. “No! Don’t...I mean...I can make it on my own. I’ll be okay. I just need to get to my man so he can fix all this.”

“Oooh, same, girl! Challa is mad and I love Daddy when he’s mad! See you in the morning. You wanna meet for breakfast. I don’t know if their food is good but, we can try it out.”

“And if it’s not, I know a place where can go get some good ass biscuits!”

The two Southern women shared a moment, grasping hands while they bonded over their love of a fluffy biscuits and authentic breakfast items.

“Good night, Tasha. Thank you for helping me loosen up.” Past the thin, alcohol induced gloss over her eyes, Maya’s sincerity was on display for Tasha to observe.

“Don’t mention it. We gotta stick together out here. Even if you are an AKA.”

“Oh, girl!”

“KITTEN! I A-”

“I’m got damn coming, T’Challa! Go to bed!” Tasha watched in amusement as the King rolled his eyes and recoiled to enter their suite. Maya returned her attention to the woman in front of her, adding a small smile. “Is 9:45 a good time?”

“It’s perfect. Now, go ahead and get to your man before he comes back. I don’t want no problems.”

“Eh, he’ll get over it. He shouldn’t have followed me here if he was going to complain the whole time.”

After a brief hug, Tasha stayed put to make sure Maya got into her room safely before pushing the button to get to the next floor. The stagger in her walk prolonged the trip and, when she finally reached the door, she fumbled with the key to grant her access to her bed and husband.

On the fifth attempt, the wooden door flung open to reveal her shirtless and groggy partner.

“Somebody had a good time,” He yawned while scratching his chest.

“Are you really Aaron or is this a joke?”

“What are you-” He paused to identify the smell oozing from her pores. “CoCo, you know you can’t drink. Come in here so I can get you in the bed.”

“Aaron, I-”

Chadwick tuned her out as he pulled her inside and closed the door behind her. Her sloppy recounting of the night’s events fell on deaf ears while he undressed her and did his best to tie her scarf around the perimeter of her head. When he was done, he carefully guided her to the bedroom to tuck her in before crawling into the space beside her and pulling her body into his.

“Baby, I swear he looks just like you!”

“Mhmm, he looks just like me. I hear you, sweetheart. How about we save this conversation for the morning. Hm?”

“M’kay,” the alcohol was beginning to transform her talkative spell into drowsiness as she snuggled closer to her husband. “You don’t think I’m crazy, right?”

“Of course not, baby. I think you’re drunk,” he kissed her forehead and pulled the covers over her bare shoulders. “And crazy.”

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[snigora]

How Nancy Drew characters would do in Squid Game (Part 6)

ASH

-Toni Scallari: like a real politician she would rally the crowd, but the crowd would be divided and she’d get killed

-Alexei Markovic: if he was younger he might be like Jun-Ho and investigate the pink soldiers, otherwise he would not call the number

-Deirdre Shannon: isn’t she like rich or something

-Brenda Carlton: would die of daily news deprivation

TMB

-Abdullah Bakhoum: I hate him so much I like to think he’d die before he even gets there

-Lily Crewe: has the potential to do well, just like she has the potential to be a good character in the game but alas it doesn’t work out

-Jamila El-Dine: she’d get saved by the aliens

-Dylan Carter: good looks and an accent aren’t gonna get you far here buddy

DED

-Niko Jovic: is already dead

-Ryan Kilpatrick: is so bubbly that even the pink soldiers can’t bring themselves to kill her when she creates some kind of machine out of the bed frames

-Mason Quinto: he’s the one who turned down tenure so really it’s on him that he’s in the game. He loses obviously

-Ellie York: very zen. Definitely keeps her cool the whole time

-Gray Cortright: doesn’t join any alliances which ends up being his downfall

-Victor Lossett: also has Deok-Su vibes. Definitely gets taken out by another player

GTH

I’ve only played this once so bear with me

-Jessalyn Thornton: I think she’s cool enough to win

-Harper Thornton: is a loner like Gray but does it better

-Clara Thornton: is too sad to participate properly

-Wade Thornton: is probably sensible enough to not call the number

-Colton Birchfield: is murdered for having the name Colton

SPY

-Zoe Wolfe: easily wins

-Ewan MacLeod: joins because he can. Regrets it later on

-Moira Chisholm: is too sentimental to win

-Alec Fell: plays smart and has the potential to win

MED

Let’s be real, every single character in this game except Sonny wants to be famous. Once they realise they can’t manipulate public opinion to their advantage they try to opt out because they know they can’t win honestly, but then freak out more when people start actually dying

-Sonny Joon: also gets saved by aliens

LIE

-Xenia Doukas: absolute girl boss. Definitely wins

-Niobe Papadaki: is a wimp but would get through the honeycomb level no sweat

-Thanos Games: literally is the front man

-Grigor Karakinos: like Dylan, being a flirt will get you no where

SEA

-Magnus Kiljansson: unfortunately Squid Game is a nice guys finish last type situation

-Dagny Silva: isn’t even in debt but joins for the prize money anyway. Girl bosses her way to the top. She and Xenia definitely win together and head to Jeju island to get married

-Elisabet Grimursdottir: gets into the wrong place at the wrong time :(

-Gunnar Tonnisson: becomes like everyone’s unofficial dad

[wutheringmights]

Okay I got my one (1) note so here are some choice lyrics from each song (under cut because this post is already long enough)

General

Call Them Brothers – Regina Specktor

That's it, it's split - it won't recover Just frame the halves and call them brothers

Come Undone – Vanessa Carlton

There are people in this lifetime That we should never meet 'Cause to be here now without you Well, my life's so incomplete

Dog Years – Maggie Rogers

And if you had a bad week Just let me touch your cheek Oh, and I'll be there waiting When you get frustrated

Don’t Speak – No Doubt

Don't speak, I know what you're thinkin' I don't need your reasons Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

Everybody Wants to Rule the World – Lorde

Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down When they do I'll be right behind you So glad we've almost made it So sad they had to fade it

Hey Brother – Avicii

What if I'm far from home? Oh brother, I will hear you call What if I lose it all? Oh sister, I will help you out

I Know the End – Phoebe Bridgers

A haunted house with a picket fence To float around and ghost my friends No, I'm not afraid to disappear The billboard said "The End Is Near"

A Lot’s Gonna Change – Weyes Blood

A lot's gonna change In your lifetime Try to leave it all behind In your lifetime

No Children – The Mountain Goats

I am drowning There is no sign of land You are coming down with me Hand in unlovable hand And I hope you die I hope we both die

One For Sorrow – Steps  Okay this one is just here for the vibes so no  choice lyrics

Sign of the Times – Harry Styles

Stop your crying, baby It's a sign of the times We gotta get away

Warriors (The Captain)

Burning Pile – Mother Mother

All my troubles on a burning pile All lit up and I start to smile If I, catch fire then I change my aim Throw my troubles at the pearly gates

Human – Rag’n’Bone Man

'Cause I'm only human after all You're only human after all Don't put the blame on me

Hurt – Johnny Cash

And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt

It’s Not Living (If It’s Not With You) – The 1975

And all I do is sit and think about you If I knew what you'd do Collapse my veins, wearing beautiful shoes It's not living, if it's not with you

Run Boy Run – The Woodkid

Tomorrow is another day And you won't have to hide away You'll be a man, boy! But for now it's time to run, it's time to run!

Sick of Losing Soulmates – dodie

Cause I'm sick of losing soulmates So where do we begin? I can finally see you're as fucked up as me So how do we win?

Supercut – Lorde

In my head, I do everything right

Viva La Vida - Coldplay

For some reason I can't explain Once you go there was never, never an honest word And that was when I ruled the world

Time/Mask (The Child)

Brother – Matt Corby

You couldn't help out your own neighbour You couldn't tell it to his face You were fucked up by the blame

closure – Taylor Swift

Yes, I got your letter Yes, I'm doing better I know that it's over I don't need your closure   

hope ur okay – Olivia Rodrigo

Well, I hope you know how proud I am you were created With the courage to unlearn all of their hatred God, I hope that you're happier today 'Cause I love you, and I hope that you're okay

Thumbs – Lucy Dacus

I would kill him if you let me I would kill him quick and easy Your nails are digging into my knee I don't know how you keep smiling

tolerate it - Taylor Swift

I wait by the door like I'm just a kid Use my best colors for your portrait Lay the table with the fancy shit And watch you tolerate it

Youth – Daughter

And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones 'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone We're setting fire to our insides for fun Collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home It was a flood that wrecked this And you caused it

Spirit (The Engineer)

Bite the Hand – boygenius

Maybe I'm afraid of you I'll bite the hand that feeds me Bite the hand that feeds me

Cherry Wine – Hozier

The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

Foreigner’s God – Hozier

Screaming the name of a foreigner's God The purest expression of grief

Happier Than Ever – Billie Eilish

I don't relate to you, no 'Cause I'd never treat me this shitty You made me hate this city

Kyoto (Copycat Killer Version) – Phoebe Bridgers

I'm gonna kill you If you don't beat me to it

Salt in the Wound – boygenius

I'm gnashing my teeth Like a child of Cain If this is a prison, I'm willing to buy my own chain

Oh Yeah There’s A War In This Fic

Buzzcut Season – Lorde

And I'll never go home again (Place the call, feel it start) Favourite friend (And nothing's wrong, when nothing's true) I live in a hologram with you

Candy – The Blasting Company

Soldiers they will come and Soldiers they will go The war may lay the lot of us In rows of granite stone And if I join the cavalry and Perish far from home A life as sweet as Candy I may never live to know Cities they will burn And families will crack The hate that drove us from our homes Will drag the living back Limping from the darkness With our hatred in our tracks A long and lonely shadow That can never be undone  

Dark Doo Wop – MR MS

This world is gonna burn, burn burn burn As long as we're going down, Baby you should stick around

I See Fire – Ed Sheran

Oh, misty eye of the mountain below Keep careful watch of my brothers' souls And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke Keep watching over Durin's sons

Kingdom Come – The Civil Wars

Don't you fret, my dear It'll all be over soon I'll be waiting here for you

Mama – My Chemical Romance

Well mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue You should've raised a baby girl, I should've been a better son If you could coddle the infection, they can amputate at once You should've been, I could have been a better son

We’ll Meet Again – Vera Lynn

We'll meet again Don't know where, don't know when But I know we'll meet again some sunny day

The MidLink Mixtape

Gone - VERITE

'Cause I'm afraid of losing Everything I'm ruining There's no getting used to The quiet you're leaving Is louder than screaming

Hard Feelings/Loveless – Lorde

Three years, loved you every single day, made me weak It was real for me, yup, real for me Now I'll fake it every single day 'Til I don't need fantasy, 'til I feel you leave But I still remember everything

 Like Real People Do – Hozier

I will not ask you where you came from I will not ask you, neither should you Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips We should just kiss like real people do

peace – Taylor Swift

But I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm If your cascade ocean wave blues come All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

Skinny Love – Bon Iver

And now all your love is wasted And then who the hell was I? And I'm breaking at the breaches And at the end of all your lines

Slipped Away – Avril Lavigne

I didn't get around to kiss you Goodbye on the hand I wish that I could see you again I know that I can't

Work Song – Hozier

When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

I always really like it when people send you songs that remind them of your fic but can I know what songs you already have on your playlist? 🥺 for personal reasons 🥺🥺🥺

My writing playlist is way too long for me to write out the full list of songs, and if my Spotify account wasn't associated with my full name, I would just link you to it.

Instead, here are some of my top essential songs sorted into arbitrary categories, though a lot of them (especially the character songs) can work for multiple people.

Also, I won’t include other people’s suggestions on this list, but you can find them on the #ctb music tag with my topic lyrics from those songs. Give this post one (1) note and I’ll add my top lyrics for these songs too.

Please note that a lot of this is break-up music, but I interpret them as platonic.

General

Call Them Brothers – Regina Specktor

Come Undone – Vanessa Carlton

Dog Years – Maggie Rogers

Don’t Speak – No Doubt

Everybody Wants to Rule the World – Lorde

Hey Brother – Avicii

I Know the End – Phoebe Bridgers

A Lot’s Gonna Change – Weyes Blood

No Children – The Mountain Goats

One For Sorrow – Steps

Sign of the Times – Harry Styles

Warriors (The Captain)

Burning Pile – Mother Mother

Human – Rag’n’Bone Man

Hurt – Johnny Cash

It’s Not Living (If It’s Not With You) – The 1975

Run Boy Run – The Woodkid

Sick of Losing Soulmates – dodie

Supercut – Lorde

Viva La Vida - Coldplay

Time/Mask (The Child)

Brother – Matt Corby

closure – Taylor Swift

hope ur okay – Olivia Rodrigo

Thumbs – Lucy Dacus

tolerate it - Taylor Swift

Youth – Daughter

Spirit (The Engineer)

Bite the Hand – boygenius

Cherry Wine – Hozier

Foreigner’s God – Hozier

Happier Than Ever – Billie Eilish

Kyoto (Copycat Killer Version) – Phoebe Bridgers

Salt in the Wound – boygenius

Oh Yeah There’s A War In This Fic

Buzzcut Season – Lorde

Candy – The Blasting Company

Dark Doo Wop – MR MS

I See Fire – Ed Sheran

Kingdom Come – The Civil Wars

Mama – My Chemical Romance

We’ll Meet Again – Vera Lynn

The MidLink Mixtape

Gone - VERITE

Hard Feelings/Loveless – Lorde 

Like Real People Do – Hozier

peace – Taylor Swift

Skinny Love – Bon Iver

Slipper Away – Avril Lavigne

Work Song – Hozier

[the-firebird69]

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lets get personal.

I was asked to do this by the lovely @promisedmistake, thanks love <3

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?-1. When you find me by Joshua Radin 2. So far by Olafur Arnalds and Arno Dan 3. You kill me by Paper Route 4. I can hear your laughter on the wind by The Lulls in Traffic 5. Dusk till dawn by Zayn ft Sia 6. Stronger than ever by Raleigh Ritchie

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?-Hugh Dancy

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.-"Vernon maintained that ´he didn´t want some swotty little nancy boy....[for a son anyway]"

4: What do you think about most?-my future

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?-"I needed some mor time for that"

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?-with clothes on

7: What’s your strangest talent?-I can make a pretty good polish accent

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)-Girl can be strong and boys can cry

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?-No, but I did that

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?-Idk...I guess last year?

11: Do you have any strange phobias?-Not really

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?-A Pen.

13: What’s your religion?-Hannibal. Just kidding, don´t have one

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?-Wishing to be home

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?-behind

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?-Walking on Cars

17: What was the last lie you told?-"I´m fine"

18: Do you believe in karma?-Yes

19: What does your URL mean?-Just words I liked in that combination

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?-greatest weakness: I´m too sensitive, greatest strength: I´m a fast learner and good listener

21: Who is your celebrity crush?-Hugh Bae Dancy

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?-No

23: How do you vent your anger?-Listening to lood music, sometimes I talk to a good friend of mine

24: Do you have a collection of anything?-I collect notebooks

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?-video chatting online

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?-at the moment not really

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?-hate: children screaming, love: rain

28: What’s your biggest “what if”?-what if we still were in contact

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?-Yes to both

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.-right arm: my phone, left arm: Harry Potter and the goblet of fire

31: Smell the air. What do you smell?-some mint candle I had lit

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?-Cologne

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?-East Coast

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?-James Arthur

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?-to follow your dreams and be truly happy and the way of finding yourself

36: Define Art.-Something someone creates with passion

37: Do you believe in luck?-kinda

38: What’s the weather like right now?-calm

39: What time is it?-10 pm.

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?-Yes and no

41: What was the last book you read?-Humans by Matt Haig

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?-Yes

43: Do you have any nicknames?-Yes a few

44: What was the last film you saw?-The necessary death of Charlie Countryman

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?-Broken arm

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?-Yes

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?-Hannibal, Hugh Dancy, Mads Mikkelsen, Hannigram..soo no

48: What’s your sexual orientation?-Heterosexual

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?-Yeah

50: Do you believe in magic?-YES

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?-No not anymore

52: What is your astrological sign?-Capricorn

53: Do you save money or spend it?-Spend it

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?-Food

55: Love or lust?-Both

56: In a relationship?-Nope single af

57: How many relationships have you had?-3

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?-Nope

59: Where were you yesterday?-In my bed

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?-a pink cup

61: Are you wearing socks right now?-Yes, I wear two pairs because I´m cold af

62: What’s your favourite animal?-Cats

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?-My humor maybe?

64: Where is your best friend?-Nico

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.: @promisedmistake @speak-fluent-sarcasm @myagehasnevermademewise @louddreaming @seanp0donnell

66: What is your heritage?-German

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?-I was asleep

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?-my surname

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?-Yes

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?-Not really

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?-Rescue the dog

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?-a) no, b) Idk maybe I would spend all my money and do the things I always wanted to do c) Yes I would be scared af

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.-trust

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?-A thousand miles by Vanessa Carlton

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?-9296....or is it?

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?-a good sense of humor, trust and honesty

77: How can I win your heart?-Make me laugh

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?-Yes. Insanity can create beautiful things

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?-to move in my own flat

80: What size shoes do you wear?-39/40

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?-It´s beautiful

82: What is your favourite word?-Fuck

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.-love

84: What is a saying you say a lot?-What the fuck

85: What’s the last song you listened to?-When you find my by Joshua Radin

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?-all shades of blue

87: What is your current desktop picture?-The nightsky

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?-Donald Trump

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?-How are you really feeling?

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?-Go back to sleep

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?-telekinesis

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?-The night were @promisedmistake and I drank wine and were talking about everything and nothing. 

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?-the whole year 2012

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?-James Arthur

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?-Norway

96: Do you have any relatives in jail?-Nope

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?-Not yet

98: Ever been on a plane?-Yes

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?-CLIMATE CHANGE IS A THING

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Kevin Cage of @spotlightsaga reviews… Bates Motel (S05E05) Dreams Die First Airdate: March 20, 2017 @aetv @batesmotel Ratings: 1.360 Million :: 0.38 18-49 Demo Share Score: 9.25/10

**********SPOILERS BELOW*********

Norman doesn’t exactly do well with the truth… Speaking it, facing it, truly understand it… So when it’s thrown into his face, first by tracking down his car he originally thought his mother took to a bar, to a sit-down with his old doctor, Dr Gregg Edwards, to returning to that bar and realizing that the words that Dr Edwards had him speak rang true… Things got a bit overwhelming to say the least. “Sometimes I see my mother when she’s not really there. Sometimes I become her.”

Each word of the sentence sends Norman further and further into a spotted darkness, a K-Hole of sorts… He’s literally in a dissociative state, almost astral-projecting. After all, there isn’t really enough room for both he and his mother to live inside of his body. The scene in which he walks into his kitchen and sees the reality of his living space is absolutely stomach dropping, he’s suddenly on a free fall on a roller coaster and he can’t stop it. It’s too late, he’s strapped in and he must ride it out. That same feeling was amplified with his conversation with Dr. Edwards… And then 10 fold when he return to the bar, a place that should’ve been foreign to him, but was actually a place where everyone knew him. One man even stopping him and asking him if he got home alright. Another man following him into the bathroom trying to initiate what they had started and most likely finished the night before. All of these powerful emotions and epiphanies Norman is having are highlighted by a knock-out performance by Freddie Highmore, some insanely clever editing, and an incredible placement of well constructed original sound.

Norman’s world is finally caving in on him… He accepts it or he continues to pretend it’s not happening. But as this is going on the writers start to brilliantly weave in the original plot of Psycho. It’s stitched effortlessly and with all the amazing performances and writing we’ve seen from ‘Bates Motel’ these past two seasons (S4 & S5), we must continue to trust that Carlton Cuse, Kerry Ehrin, Anthony Cipriano, Erica Lopez, Phillip Bruiser, Torrey Speer, and the entire team of writers, creators, editors, director, producers, actors and staff can and will continue to knock this one out of the park, just like they’ve been doing all along.

I bring all this up because I see there are a lot of people out there giving Rihanna a hard time for her portrayal of the classic character, Marion Crane. This needs to be addressed… And I need to say this first… I, like most of you, feel that the 'triple threat’ in the entertainment world is very rare. I am not a fan of pop music that isn’t Indie, Electronic, or Psychedelia influenced. You won’t catch me jamming to Rihanna or Beyoncé or anyone I feel sounds like a well strung chicken 'Bawking’ or 'BAGAWK!’ in a rhythmic pattern. Yes, that’s a read, Top 40 music is *mostly* embarrassing and has been since a few years after the 90’s. We can’t let our personal tastes in music or any kind of personal feelings towards an artist cloud our judgement. Remember that shot for shot remake of Psycho? Terrible right! Well, Marion Crane from the 60’s is not Marion Crane in 2017, and just like everyone, Rihanna deserves a fair shake and to be judged by her performance alone without any preconceptions or unfair comparisons… Let this woman do her thing, and don’t let the fact that it’s Rihanna ruin this excellent season that’s been carved out for us so far.

Freddie Higmore has NEVER been nominated for an Emmy, but the show has been nominated for 3 total Emmy’s, one of which was Vera Farmiga. 56 total nominations from prestigious collectives… I don’t care if Freddie wins, but he’s been so magnetic these past two seasons that I believe he deserves recognition for his work in this final season. Keep supporting the show, keep watching, keep showing love for Freddie… He deserves at least a nomination. Shout it from the highest high!

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7 Things You Need to Know About Mary Tyler Moore

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Actress Mary Tyler Moore, whose iconic 1970s TV series was a turning point for the portrayal of feminists in pop culture, died in Connecticut on Wednesday at the age of 80, due to cardiopulmonary arrest after developing pneumonia.

The Brooklyn native had retreated from the public eye in recent years due to being in poor health from her battle with diabetes. But for decades she was ubiquitous, both on TV and the silver screen. Here, some important things to know about the beloved star:

She portrayed arguably the first feminist character on television.

Moore with her costars Valerie Harper and Cloris Leachman in the last episode of The Mary Tyler Moore Show in 1977. (Photo: Wikimedia Commons)

Her role as Laura Petrie, Dick Van Dyke’s wife on The Dick Van Dyke Show, first got her noticed, in 1961. But it was her star turn in The Mary Tyler Moor Show, in which she plays a single working woman — a news producer, in Minneapolis — that would arguably have the most lasting impact. Jennifer Keishin Armstrong’s, author of Mary and Lou and Rhoda and Ted: And All the Brilliant Minds Who Made The Mary Tyler Moore Show a Classic, has called the show “TV’s first truly female-dominated sitcom.” It spawned three popular spinoffs with similarly strong women — Rhoda, Phyllis, and Lou Grant.

It was produced by MTM Enterprises — a production company named for her by her husband at the time, Grant Tinker — and had a logo that featured the star’s tabby cat, Mimsie.

MTM and Moore’s cat. (Photo: Hulu)

The image of Moore tossing her tam into the air at the end of the show’s intro (above) is iconic for anyone who remembers it, perfectly capturing the feeling of a newly independent woman. A bronze statue in Minneapolis, erected in 2002, is an homage to that moment, frozen in time.

She was a teen mom.

Moore had her first and only child, Richard Meeker Jr., at the age of 19, just months after marrying Richard Carlton Meeker, whom she had described as being the “boor next door.” They divorced in a few years and Moore married twice after, to Tinker and then later to a doctor, Robert Levin, who had treated her mom (and who survives his wife).

Moore with her son, Richard Meeker Jr, in 1968. (Photo: Frank Edwards/Fotos International/Getty Images)

She was no stranger to grief.

Moore won a Golden Globe for her chilling performance in the 1980 film Ordinary People, in which she plays a mother grieving for her son, who drowned, while also trying to connect with his brother, who is suicidal.

Moore with costar Donald Sutherland in Ordinary People, 1980. (Photo: Paramount Pictures/ Everett Collection.)

It would prove a painfully prescient role for Moore, whose son Richard would die later that same year of an accidental shooting. Just two years before that, Moore’s sister died of a drug overdose.

She was an animal-rights activist.

Over the years the actress had worked closely with Farm Sanctuary, a sanctuary for farm animals saved from slaughter, and was an outspoken vegetarian. “It may take a while,” she told Time magazine, “but there will probably come a time when we look back and say, ‘Good Lord, do you believe that in the 20th century and early part of the 21st, people were still eating animals?'” She was also a cofounder, with Bernadette Peters, of the annual NYC charity event Broadway Barks, promoting animal adoption from shelters.

Moore with Bernadette Peters at the 11th Annual Broadway Barks, in 2009 in New York City. (Photo: Bobby Bank/WireImage)

Moore was a recovering alcoholic.

“Even though I was accomplishing things by myself, it was all so uncomfortable that I anesthetized myself at the end of the day. Nothing was so tough I couldn’t get through it until 5:30 or 6. Then the effects of vodka on the rocks made it all go away,” she wrote in her 1995 memoir, After All, which was excerpted in People the year of its publication. A second memoir, in 2009, discussed being diagnosed at 33 and living with type 1 diabetes — another cause for which she became active.

With her memoir, “After All,” in 1996 . (Photo: Ron Galella, Ltd./WireImage)

She did not, in real life, consider herself to be a feminist.

In a 2013 PBS interview, Moore says that she was “recruited” to join the 1970s movement by Gloria Steinem, but that she had differing views — believing that women have an important role in child rearing. And though she supported Jimmy Carter reelection campaign in 1980, appearing in a TV spot, she said in 2009 that she watched Fox News, and self-identified as a “libertarian centrist.”

She was an award-winning actress.

Moore was honored with the Screen Actors Guild Lifetime Achievement Award in 2011; previously, she had won a Golden Globe award and six Emmy Awards. She once summed up her career by declaring, “My grandfather once said, having watched me one entire afternoon, prancing and leaping and cavorting, ‘This child will either end up on stage or in jail.’ Fortunately, I took the easy route.”

Accepting her Lifetime Achievement Award at the 18th Annual Screen Actors Guild Awards. (Photo: John Shearer/WireImage)

Related: A Tribute to Mary Tyler Moore’s Groundbreaking Career and Style

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XFIRE IN 2005

But unfortunately that was not the conclusion Aristotle's successors derived from works like the Metaphysics. Part of the problem. The default euphemism for algorithm is system and method. There may be nothing founders are so prone to delude themselves about as how interested investors will be in giving them additional funding. Indeed, being in trouble in their family can win them points in the world works harder at anything than American school kids work at popularity. And unless the rate at which technological progress throws off new addictions, we'll be increasingly unable to rely on customs to protect us. Another view is that a hacker's idea of a good programming language: very powerful abstractions. Like nuclear weapons, the main role of big companies' patent portfolios is to threaten anyone who attacks them with a counter-suit.1 So, are you guys hiring? You don't need to look in the manual much. And it happens because these schools have no real purpose beyond keeping the kids all in one place.

The situation with patents is similar. So were the early Lisps. Meanwhile, sensing a vacuum in the metaphysical speculation department, the people who run them are driven by bonuses rather than equity. And that's exactly what happens in most American schools. It would have taken a deliberate lie to say otherwise. Nerds don't realize this.2 A of the Metaphysics implies that philosophy should be useful too. Teenage kids are not inherently unhappy monsters.

And gone on to flourish. They're just playing a different game, and a lot who get rich by creating wealth in your country, people who wanted to do that would just leave and do it somewhere else. That opportunity for investors mostly means an opportunity for new investors, because the mafia too are not merely afflicted by but driven by confusions over words. But hunter gatherers didn't treat land, for example have been granted large numbers of preposterously over-broad patents, but the way a garbled message is. But exponential growth especially tends to bite you. But we also knew that that didn't mean anything. This was too subtle for me. Between the two, the hacker's opinion is the one based on the total number of characters he'll have to type an unnecessary character, or even to use the shift key much. I didn't realize at the time, was that we discovered we were using an n² algorithm, and we needed all the help we could get. Our competitors had cgi scripts.

If you look at the history of stone tools, technology was already accelerating in the Mesolithic. One solution here might be to design systems so that interfaces are horizontal instead of vertical—so that modules are always vertically stacked strata of abstraction. But building new things takes too long. But that doesn't sound right either. The top 10 startups account for 8. It let them build great looking online stores literally in minutes. You can change everything about it, including even its syntax, and anything you write has, as much as other kids about popularity, being popular would be more work for them. I do think that syntax is not the main reason Lisp isn't currently popular. Instead of trying to answer the question Of all the useful things we can say for sure is that there is hope for any language that gives hackers what they want, including Lisp.3 That sounds good. Experts can implement, but they keep them mainly for defensive purposes.4

We would end up getting all the users to share a single heap. This is a dangerously presumptuous plan. You need to figure out for ourselves what to avoid and how. You don't have to buy politicians the way railroad or oil magnates did. The default euphemism for algorithm is system and method. It doesn't even have x Blub feature of your choice. You may save him from writing a badly designed program to solve the wrong problem, and that is not the only force that determines the relative popularity of programming languages: library functions.5 Different types of investors are adapted to different degrees of risk, but each has its specific degree of risk an existing investor or firm is comfortable taking is one of the reasons startups are becoming cheaper to start.

But that doesn't mean what they end up learning is useless. Out in the real world, it's generally for some common purpose, and the number of simultaneous users will be determined by the amount of the company they want to own, and the problem now seems to be a new Lisp that is a real hacker's tool—simple, powerful, and dangerous. And to the extent you can, like we did, turn the Blub paradox: they're satisfied with whatever language they were first written in, because it's always the oldest it's ever been. The Metaphysics is among the least read of all famous books. This pattern doesn't only apply to companies. There are lots of things wrong with the system; it's just inevitable that kids will be miserable at that age. But software, as a general rule, you can use technology that your competitors don't understand. I left Yahoo in 1999, so I don't know if Plato or Aristotle while watching over their shoulders for the next invading army. Wittgenstein at it, with dramatic results. We had no such confidence.

We wouldn't want to stop it. There are about 40 more that have a shot at being really big. The big mistake was the patent office's, for not insisting on something narrower, with real technical content. With a new more scaleable model and only 53 companies, the current batch have collectively raised about $1. They want to be using the most powerful you can get is to show that the official judges of some class of texts can't distinguish them from placebos. Few were sufficiently correct that people have forgotten who discovered what they discovered. It gives the acquirer an excuse to admit they couldn't copy what you're doing.6 The problem here is, average performance means that you'll go out of business. Given that you can. What makes a good burrito? No doubt it was a shared badge of rebellion.

It was something to do together, and because the drugs were illegal, it was years after high school before I could bring myself to read anything we'd been assigned then. One solution here might be to design systems so that interfaces are horizontal instead of vertical—so that modules are always vertically stacked strata of abstraction. The difference between then and now is that now I understand why Berkeley is probably not worth trying to define a good programming language should be interactive, and start up fast. They were assigned to Viaweb, and became Yahoo's when they bought us. Will the number of startups is that there will be a lot more to discover. Ordinarily technology changes fast. The source code of all the refugees.

Notes

This just seems to pass so slowly for them by returns, and for filters it's textual. Particularly since many causes of failure would be possible to transmute lead into gold though not economically at current energy prices, but it's not always intellectual dishonesty that makes you a clean offer with no deadline, you might be 20 or 30 times as productive as those working for startups overall.

A more powerful sororities at your school, and 20 in Paris. Which explains the astonished stories one always hears about VC inattentiveness. In a startup to be their personal IT consultants, building anything they reinforce the impression that math is merely a complicated but pointless collection of specious beliefs about how closely the remarks attributed to Confucius and Plato saw themselves as teachers of administrators, and one of the leading scholars of that generation had been a good problem to fit your solution.

Xxvii. It's not only the leaves who suffer.

Does anyone really think we're so useless that in effect hack the college admissions process. Acquirers can be useful here, which is where product companies go to die from running through their initial funding and then scale it up because they suit investors' interests. Zagat's lists the Ritz Carlton Dining Room in SF as requiring jackets but I think lack of movement between companies was as late as 1984. Mehran Sahami, Susan Dumais, David Heckerman and Eric Horvitz.

We wasted little time on is a rock imitating a butterfly that happened to get at it he'll work very hard to grasp this than we realize, because they couldn't afford a monitor. None at all. This is not a commodity or article of commerce.

All languages are equally powerful in the cupboard, but he turned them down because investors don't lead startups on; their reputations are too valuable. Y Combinator makes founders move for 3 months also suggests one underestimates how hard it is the most fearsome provisions in VC deal terms have to spend all your time on, cook up a take out order.

Thanks to Jackie McDonough, Paul Buchheit, Jessica Livingston, Fred Wilson, Trevor Blackwell, and Geoff Ralston for inviting me to speak.

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Extended Family: The Incredible Story of the Kircher Special and Its Long-Lost 300 SL Relative

When Jack Gallivan was a boy in Salt Lake City, Utah, in the middle of the last century, he and his brothers played a game. Their father was the publisher of The Salt Lake Tribune, the local newspaper of record, and in order to prove the Trib’s classified section worked, they would buy used cars out of the paper.

“We’d look through the Sunday listings, whittle it down, make calls, go visit, and take the finalists to the mechanic to check them out,” Gallivan says. “Of course, the sellers didn’t realize that we were kids making the [initial] calls.”

In the early ’60s, one of the vehicles they came across was a 1955 Mercedes 300 SL Gullwing. Gallivan’s father wasn’t a car connoisseur, but he responded to vehicles he found beautiful—classic dual-cowl Lincolns such as those driven by the Trib’s owner, an automotive editor’s MG TC, and the Volkswagen Karmann Ghia and Jaguar XK140 he purchased. The Gullwing was one of these vehicles. “He just fell in love with it,” Gallivan says, “the sheer beauty of the thing.”

The family looked at it, but the price was too high. About a year later, however, Gallivan’s father was driving with his younger son and saw the same car parked in a gas station with a “for sale” sign on it. “My little brother says they just made a U-turn, went back to the gas station, and Dad went in and bought the car,” Gallivan says. He recalls his father paying around $3,400.

The Gullwing became his daily driver. He drove it to the office. He parked it at meters on the street. He let valets park it. “It was not something he treated as outrageously special,” Gallivan remembers, “but that was how he loved it.”

Gallivan loved the car, as well, and drove it regularly. “There were no restrictions or ‘don’t take my car,’” he says. “It was just there.” As his father aged, Gallivan found himself in line to receive the Gullwing. “My dad decided early on that he wanted to die broke and was liquidating stuff out of his estate,” Gallivan says. “I am a junior. His name was John Gallivan, and I am John Gallivan Jr., so there was no big challenge in just moving the title over to me.”

As can happen in the life of a car enthusiast, Gallivan stumbled into becoming the owner of the one-of-a-kind Kircher when he was on the hunt for his Gullwing’s original engine, which he ran in the Colorado Grand.

Gallivan spent his career producing sports programming for ABC and ESPN on the East Coast, including airings of the Indianapolis 500 and Monaco Grand Prix. Now 76 and retired back in Salt Lake City, he thinks of his own fiscal legacy. “I have no plans to sell the car,” he says, “but I thought maybe the next generation would [benefit from doing so].”

One of the Gullwing’s mysteries: It arrived in the Gallivans’ possession with a nonoriginal engine; the powerplant was from a 1957 car. Factory-correct drivetrain stampings increase the value of a car such as this significantly. “We typically say at least 10 percent [added value] to be conservative, but I’ve heard figures as high as 25 percent,” says Mike Kunz, who runs the Mercedes-Benz Classic Center in Irvine, California, a brand subsidiary dedicated to preservation and restoration of vintage Benzes. “But at today’s values, 10 percent is more than $100,000.”

Given this difference, Gallivan set out to find the original engine. He hadn’t been active in the collector car community or in researching automotive history. But he found a Gullwing owners’ group message board and posted a question. Does anybody know how the engine I have ended up in my car? “It never occurred to me to ask,” he says, “or that an engine, missing for 60 years, would ever reappear.”

A Stylist named Charlie Lyons hand-built a curvaceous body out of aluminum. Like many homemade sports cars of the time, it was a bit of a mashup of Italian and British lines.

He was shocked to soon receive a response from a classic car restorer in Missouri named Jeff Moore, who ran a shop called The Automotive Archeologists. “I have your engine,” Moore wrote. “And moreover, it happens to be in the Kircher.”

In the post-WWII era, soldiers returning from overseas or assisting in the war effort on the homefront put their gearhead field experience to good use in the customization and hot-rodding of automobiles. According to historians, even before the Corvette was launched in 1953, there were more than 50 American-made sports-car models. Many of these were manufactured in limited numbers—by hobbyists, obsessives, or entrepreneurs—some with the dream of becoming regular production cars, some to be raced in early Sports Car Club of America events. Their activity was clustered on the coasts, particularly the West Coast, but pockets existed nationwide.

Charles Hughes of Denver, Colorado, the scion of a wealthy local family, developed a passion for speed before the war, testing planes for the military and sponsoring vehicles in the Indy 500. After the armistice, he further indulged this interest by purchasing a Jaguar XK120 to race. He bought the car new from Kurt Kircher, who owned the local foreign car shop, Denver Import Motors. Kircher was an amateur racer himself who’d had some success with a Chrysler Hemi-powered Allard J2X, one of the quickest cars of its time, if a bit crude.

The two became fast friends, quite literally. Kircher had a degree in automotive engineering—he’d worked for General Motors on post-war V-8s and the Powerglide transmission. Hughes had a degree in physics as well as a stellar machine shop in his six-car garage. So in the early ’50s, the pair decided, according to a history Kircher wrote a few years before his death in 2004, “It would be fun to try to build something better.”

Familiar with the Jag powertrain, they decided to create a clean-sheet racer around an engine and transmission salvaged from a wrecked XK120. Kircher designed the drilled chrome-moly tube frame, rear De Dion suspension, and inboard rear-wheel drums and safety hubs. The front suspension came from the Jag. The steering rack came from an MG. The rear differential came from Halibrand. The rest of the bits were either shopped or poached.

A stylist named Charlie Lyons hand-built a curvaceous body out of aluminum. Like many homemade sports cars of the time, it was a bit of a mashup of Italian and British lines—a Ferrari 250S mated with a Jaguar D-type. But unlike either of those, it had inboard headlamps in the grille, deeply scalloped sides, and an intriguing dual-piece construction—the car’s entire top half could be unbolted to allow for mechanical massaging. It was finished after a year of work. Kircher named it for himself—the Kircher Special—and hit the track. The car was fast and handled well. “I do not have a list of all the events we participated in,” he wrote. “But we won most and never did worse than third in class.”

Still, by the mid-1950s Porsche and Ferrari upped their power games, and Kircher and Hughes decided they too needed more. Kircher set his mind on installing a fuel-injected straight-six and four-speed from a Mercedes-Benz 300 SL Gullwing. According to a murky chronology, he apparently found a wrecked SL and traded its powertrain to a friend at Mercedes-Benz in Germany for a hotted-up race version allegedly prepared for the Mille Miglia. Kircher installed it in his car and went to work winning more races.

Soon after, however, advances such as disc brakes rendered the car’s drums somewhat archaic, and the owners decided not to invest in it further. The Kircher eventually passed to body-maker Lyons, who apparently traded the race engine in it for a stock one from another 300 SL in Colorado Springs. It was this factory engine that, again mysteriously, came out of the car the Gallivans would eventually purchase. (Confused yet? You’re not alone. It’s like a game of three-card monte with engines.)

A succession of owners followed—including Bugatti collector Carlton Coolidge and the Blackhawk Museum—before the Special passed into the hands of Court Whitlock in Missouri. Whitlock campaigned it on the vintage race circuit in the States, as well as more far-flung locales such as New Zealand, Singapore, and Malaysia. He had the car cosmetically restored by Moore’s Automotive Archeologists and showed it at the Amelia Island Concours in 2014.

The Classic Center’s Kunz spotted the vehicle on the field at Amelia that year and immediately noticed the big three-pointed star on the hood. “I remember walking by the car, and I went, ‘Oh my God, who did this?’” Kunz says and laughs. “Not knowing there’s a very cool story to who did this.”

Or that he’d soon be involved in undoing and redoing this.

The Gallivans had no history on the origin of the 1957 SL engine that came with their Gullwing. Neither did they particularly care. “Dad loved the car,” Gallivan says. “I don’t think it ever occurred to him that it was flawed or imperfect because of some mismatch, in part because selling was never on the table.” And no one knows why or when it was put into the car, why or when the factory engine was taken out, and whatever became of that alleged Mille Miglia racing engine from Stuttgart. But all old car stories are seemingly full of incomprehensible apocrypha. “There’s a disruption in the continuity that cannot be overcome,” Gallivan says.

When Kurt Kircher and Charles Hughes ventured to create a racer, they took inspiration and parts from several cars, but for racing they sought out a fuel-injected straight-six powerplant from a Mercedes-Benz 300 SL Gullwing.

Convolutions aside, Gallivan wanted to reunite car and engine. Sadly, by the time he made the discovery, he’d already sent his Gullwing to the Classic Center to have the nonmatching engine rebuilt as part of a mechanical restoration. He offered Whitlock’s representative, Moore, the opportunity for a swap: his rebuilt engine for the proper one in the Kircher, whatever its condition. But Whitlock was no longer driving the car, and his interest in an updated engine was minimal. “He insisted that if I wanted the engine I’d have to buy the whole car,” Gallivan says.

“You’re exposed from the nipples up. But even in the cold of the night, in the rain, in the dark, immense heat pours through that firewall”

After much consternation and bargaining, Gallivan decided to go forward with the purchase. Among his two daughters and three grandkids, no one really cares about cars—“I’m very concerned about this,” he jokes—so he viewed his plan as an investment in their future financial stability. Still, he felt obliged to write his family a note. “I am 75 years old. I have migraine auras, macular degeneration, ringing ears, some kind of weird outcropping on my kidney, a bladder condition, one bad hip, and two bad knees,” he wrote, wryly. “Today I bought a race car.”

The engine in the Kircher needed a complete rebuild before it could return to where it belonged in the SL. While this occurred at the Classic Center, Gallivan decided to have the rebuilt, unmatched straight-six from his dad’s car installed in the racer. His plan was to have it ready in time to drive it in the Colorado Grand, a 1,000-mile historic tour through the Rockies. After this, he would sell it.

The Kircher has no top or windshield to speak of. It also lacks windows, ventilation, a stereo, a driver’s side door, a speedometer, or any other modern comforts. “You’re exposed from the nipples up. You have no protection. But even in the cold of the night, in the rain, in the dark, immense heat pours through that firewall,” Gallivan says. Yet despite all of this, he fell in love with the Special. “The car is so endearing,” he concedes. “It’s magic, and it’s very lucky for me. I mean, I got the engine reunited, and I had this great experience with it. I just think I will hold onto it as long as I can.”

Gallivan was kind enough to share the magic with us, allowing us to drive his one-off race car. We’ve had the good fortune of getting behind the wheel of a few 300 SLs, so the stiff four-speed shifter and period VDO gauges were familiar. We were not prepared, however, for the tractability. The Kircher’s front overhang is shorter than a Gullwing’s, so the turning circle is tighter. The suspension setup and ride quality is superior, more pliant and less unpredictable compared to the sporadically terrifying swing axles on the factory car.

But the real difference is in the speed. Because of its stripped-down interior, aluminum body, and drilled frame, the Kircher is hundreds of pounds lighter than a standard SL, closer in spec to one of the rare aluminum-bodied Gullwings. And because of the side exhausts exiting just aft of the front right wheel, the straight-six’s sound is both more proximal and more intoxicating, a guttural snarl not usually associated with Mercedes of the era. Although it’s fussy like all old sports cars, it just wants to go at all times.

Of course, it also has to stop—a bit harrowing with four-wheel drum brakes and a weirdly offset pedal. And because it is lipstick red and doesn’t look like any other vehicle ever made, when it does stop at li from Performance Junk WP Feed 4 http://ift.tt/2FuXyLI via IFTTT

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Extended Family: The Incredible Story of the Kircher Special and its Long-Lost 300 SL Relative

When Jack Gallivan was a boy in Salt Lake City, Utah, in the middle of the last century, he and his brothers played a game. Their father was the publisher of The Salt Lake Tribune, the local newspaper of record, and in order to prove the Trib’s classified section worked, they would buy used cars out of the paper.

“We’d look through the Sunday listings, whittle it down, make calls, go visit, and take the finalists to the mechanic to check them out,” Gallivan says. “Of course, the sellers didn’t realize that we were kids making the [initial] calls.”

In the early ’60s, one of the vehicles they came across was a 1955 Mercedes 300 SL Gullwing. Gallivan’s father wasn’t a car connoisseur, but he responded to vehicles he found beautiful—classic dual-cowl Lincolns such as those driven by the Trib’s owner, an automotive editor’s MG TC, and the Volkswagen Karmann Ghia and Jaguar XK140 he purchased. The Gullwing was one of these vehicles. “He just fell in love with it,” Gallivan says, “the sheer beauty of the thing.”

The family looked at it, but the price was too high. About a year later, however, Gallivan’s father was driving with his younger son and saw the same car parked in a gas station with a “for sale” sign on it. “My little brother says they just made a U-turn, went back to the gas station, and Dad went in and bought the car,” Gallivan says. He recalls his father paying around $3,400.

The Gullwing became his daily driver. He drove it to the office. He parked it at meters on the street. He let valets park it. “It was not something he treated as outrageously special,” Gallivan remembers, “but that was how he loved it.”

Gallivan loved the car, as well, and drove it regularly. “There were no restrictions or ‘don’t take my car,’” he says. “It was just there.” As his father aged, Gallivan found himself in line to receive the Gullwing. “My dad decided early on that he wanted to die broke and was liquidating stuff out of his estate,” Gallivan says. “I am a junior. His name was John Gallivan, and I am John Gallivan Jr., so there was no big challenge in just moving the title over to me.”

As can happen in the life of a car enthusiast, Gallivan stumbled into becoming the owner of the one-of-a-kind Kircher when he was on the hunt for his Gullwing’s original engine, which he ran in the Colorado Grand.

Gallivan spent his career producing sports programming for ABC and ESPN on the East Coast, including airings of the Indianapolis 500 and Monaco Grand Prix. Now 76 and retired back in Salt Lake City, he thinks of his own fiscal legacy. “I have no plans to sell the car,” he says, “but I thought maybe the next generation would [benefit from doing so].”

One of the Gullwing’s mysteries: It arrived in the Gallivans’ possession with a nonoriginal engine; the powerplant was from a 1957 car. Factory-correct drivetrain stampings increase the value of a car such as this significantly. “We typically say at least 10 percent [added value] to be conservative, but I’ve heard figures as high as 25 percent,” says Mike Kunz, who runs the Mercedes-Benz Classic Center in Irvine, California, a brand subsidiary dedicated to preservation and restoration of vintage Benzes. “But at today’s values, 10 percent is more than $100,000.”

Given this difference, Gallivan set out to find the original engine. He hadn’t been active in the collector car community or in researching automotive history. But he found a Gullwing owners’ group message board and posted a question. Does anybody know how the engine I have ended up in my car? “It never occurred to me to ask,” he says, “or that an engine, missing for 60 years, would ever reappear.”

A Stylist named Charlie Lyons hand-built a curvaceous body out of aluminum. Like many homemade sports cars of the time, it was a bit of a mashup of Italian and British lines.

He was shocked to soon receive a response from a classic car restorer in Missouri named Jeff Moore, who ran a shop called The Automotive Archeologists. “I have your engine,” Moore wrote. “And moreover, it happens to be in the Kircher.”

In the post-WWII era, soldiers returning from overseas or assisting in the war effort on the homefront put their gearhead field experience to good use in the customization and hot-rodding of automobiles. According to historians, even before the Corvette was launched in 1953, there were more than 50 American-made sports-car models. Many of these were manufactured in limited numbers—by hobbyists, obsessives, or entrepreneurs—some with the dream of becoming regular production cars, some to be raced in early Sports Car Club of America events. Their activity was clustered on the coasts, particularly the West Coast, but pockets existed nationwide.

Charles Hughes of Denver, Colorado, the scion of a wealthy local family, developed a passion for speed before the war, testing planes for the military and sponsoring vehicles in the Indy 500. After the armistice, he further indulged this interest by purchasing a Jaguar XK120 to race. He bought the car new from Kurt Kircher, who owned the local foreign car shop, Denver Import Motors. Kircher was an amateur racer himself who’d had some success with a Chrysler Hemi-powered Allard J2X, one of the quickest cars of its time, if a bit crude.

The two became fast friends, quite literally. Kircher had a degree in automotive engineering—he’d worked for General Motors on post-war V-8s and the Powerglide transmission. Hughes had a degree in physics as well as a stellar machine shop in his six-car garage. So in the early ’50s, the pair decided, according to a history Kircher wrote a few years before his death in 2004, “It would be fun to try to build something better.”

Familiar with the Jag powertrain, they decided to create a clean-sheet racer around an engine and transmission salvaged from a wrecked XK120. Kircher designed the drilled chrome-moly tube frame, rear De Dion suspension, and inboard rear-wheel drums and safety hubs. The front suspension came from the Jag. The steering rack came from an MG. The rear differential came from Halibrand. The rest of the bits were either shopped or poached.

A stylist named Charlie Lyons hand-built a curvaceous body out of aluminum. Like many homemade sports cars of the time, it was a bit of a mashup of Italian and British lines—a Ferrari 250S mated with a Jaguar D-type. But unlike either of those, it had inboard headlamps in the grille, deeply scalloped sides, and an intriguing dual-piece construction—the car’s entire top half could be unbolted to allow for mechanical massaging. It was finished after a year of work. Kircher named it for himself—the Kircher Special—and hit the track. The car was fast and handled well. “I do not have a list of all the events we participated in,” he wrote. “But we won most and never did worse than third in class.”

Still, by the mid-1950s Porsche and Ferrari upped their power games, and Kircher and Hughes decided they too needed more. Kircher set his mind on installing a fuel-injected straight-six and four-speed from a Mercedes-Benz 300 SL Gullwing. According to a murky chronology, he apparently found a wrecked SL and traded its powertrain to a friend at Mercedes-Benz in Germany for a hotted-up race version allegedly prepared for the Mille Miglia. Kircher installed it in his car and went to work winning more races.

Soon after, however, advances such as disc brakes rendered the car’s drums somewhat archaic, and the owners decided not to invest in it further. The Kircher eventually passed to body-maker Lyons, who apparently traded the race engine in it for a stock one from another 300 SL in Colorado Springs. It was this factory engine that, again mysteriously, came out of the car the Gallivans would eventually purchase. (Confused yet? You’re not alone. It’s like a game of three-card monte with engines.)

A succession of owners followed—including Bugatti collector Carlton Coolidge and the Blackhawk Museum—before the Special passed into the hands of Court Whitlock in Missouri. Whitlock campaigned it on the vintage race circuit in the States, as well as more far-flung locales such as New Zealand, Singapore, and Malaysia. He had the car cosmetically restored by Moore’s Automotive Archeologists and showed it at the Amelia Island Concours in 2014.

The Classic Center’s Kunz spotted the vehicle on the field at Amelia that year and immediately noticed the big three-pointed star on the hood. “I remember walking by the car, and I went, ‘Oh my God, who did this?’” Kunz says and laughs. “Not knowing there’s a very cool story to who did this.”

Or that he’d soon be involved in undoing and redoing this.

The Gallivans had no history on the origin of the 1957 SL engine that came with their Gullwing. Neither did they particularly care. “Dad loved the car,” Gallivan says. “I don’t think it ever occurred to him that it was flawed or imperfect because of some mismatch, in part because selling was never on the table.” And no one knows why or when it was put into the car, why or when the factory engine was taken out, and whatever became of that alleged Mille Miglia racing engine from Stuttgart. But all old car stories are seemingly full of incomprehensible apocrypha. “There’s a disruption in the continuity that cannot be overcome,” Gallivan says.

When Kurt Kircher and Charles Hughes ventured to create a racer, they took inspiration and parts from several cars, but for racing they sought out a fuel-injected straight-six powerplant from a Mercedes-Benz 300 SL Gullwing.

Convolutions aside, Gallivan wanted to reunite car and engine. Sadly, by the time he made the discovery, he’d already sent his Gullwing to the Classic Center to have the nonmatching engine rebuilt as part of a mechanical restoration. He offered Whitlock’s representative, Moore, the opportunity for a swap: his rebuilt engine for the proper one in the Kircher, whatever its condition. But Whitlock was no longer driving the car, and his interest in an updated engine was minimal. “He insisted that if I wanted the engine I’d have to buy the whole car,” Gallivan says.

“You’re exposed from the nipples up. But even in the cold of the night, in the rain, in the dark, immense heat pours through that firewall”

After much consternation and bargaining, Gallivan decided to go forward with the purchase. Among his two daughters and three grandkids, no one really cares about cars—“I’m very concerned about this,” he jokes—so he viewed his plan as an investment in their future financial stability. Still, he felt obliged to write his family a note. “I am 75 years old. I have migraine auras, macular degeneration, ringing ears, some kind of weird outcropping on my kidney, a bladder condition, one bad hip, and two bad knees,” he wrote, wryly. “Today I bought a race car.”

The engine in the Kircher needed a complete rebuild before it could return to where it belonged in the SL. While this occurred at the Classic Center, Gallivan decided to have the rebuilt, unmatched straight-six from his dad’s car installed in the racer. His plan was to have it ready in time to drive it in the Colorado Grand, a 1,000-mile historic tour through the Rockies. After this, he would sell it.

The Kircher has no top or windshield to speak of. It also lacks windows, ventilation, a stereo, a driver’s side door, a speedometer, or any other modern comforts. “You’re exposed from the nipples up. You have no protection. But even in the cold of the night, in the rain, in the dark, immense heat pours through that firewall,” Gallivan says. Yet despite all of this, he fell in love with the Special. “The car is so endearing,” he concedes. “It’s magic, and it’s very lucky for me. I mean, I got the engine reunited, and I had this great experience with it. I just think I will hold onto it as long as I can.”

Gallivan was kind enough to share the magic with us, allowing us to drive his one-off race car. We’ve had the good fortune of getting behind the wheel of a few 300 SLs, so the stiff four-speed shifter and period VDO gauges were familiar. We were not prepared, however, for the tractability. The Kircher’s front overhang is shorter than a Gullwing’s, so the turning circle is tighter. The suspension setup and ride quality is superior, more pliant and less unpredictable compared to the sporadically terrifying swing axles on the factory car.

But the real difference is in the speed. Because of its stripped-down interior, aluminum body, and drilled frame, the Kircher is hundreds of pounds lighter than a standard SL, closer in spec to one of the rare aluminum-bodied Gullwings. And because of the side exhausts exiting just aft of the front right wheel, the straight-six’s sound is both more proximal and more intoxicating, a guttural snarl not usually associated with Mercedes of the era. Although it’s fussy like all old sports cars, it just wants to go at all times.

Of course, it also has to stop—a bit harrowing with four-wheel drum brakes and a weirdly offset pedal. And because it is lipstick red and doesn’t look like any other vehicle ever made, when it does stop at li from Performance Junk Blogger Feed 4 http://ift.tt/2FuXyLI via IFTTT

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Dec. 27, 2017: Columns

Let there be light

By KEN WELBORN

Record Publisher

Deserved or not, I have managed to get a bit of a reputation for knowing a few things about the history of North Wilkesboro and Wilkes County.

               Or as the late Blair Gwyn used to say, "If he doesn't know, you'll never know he didn't know."

               Clearly, I like this, because of the amazing company it brings to my offices here at The Record and Thursday Printing. And, in fairness to my mother's baby boy, if I don't know the answer, I can often steer folks to Sandra Watts (very knowledgeable on genealogy) a retired banker who used to work across the street in the old Northwestern Bank building.

               To that end, one Monday a man who lives in Traphill, named Bob Johnson, stopped by our office to ask if I knew the location of Carlton's Hardware in North Wilkesboro.  Well, that one was easy, because the store was right across the street next to another North Wilkesboro icon, Carl W. Steele's jewelry store.

               Mr. Johnson pulled out an envelope and gave me an old flyer from Carlton's Hardware store in near perfect condition. It was mailed to "Postal Patron Local" with a one-cent George Washington pre-canceled stamp.  

               As we looked through it, it was amazing at the variety of merchandise available and the prices - a Pyrex teapot for $1.95, a five-pound bag of Vigoro plant food 50 cents, light bulbs 10 cents, Sherwin-Williams best grade of house paint for $4.90 gallon, even a Coleman gas iron for $7.50. The flyer was also full of timely information like the dates for Mother's Day and Father's Day (which I later used to find it was printed in 1950), as well as household hints and recipes galore.  There was even a recipe for peanut butter and onion sandwiches - just add mayonnaise.

               In no time, I started telling stories on the Carlton's, who just happened to be one of my customers in 1960 when I took over a Greensboro Daily News paper route from Ed Finley, Jr.  The owners were Mr. and Mrs. Hill Carlton, who lived on Sixth Street across from two of my other customers, Fred Hethcock and Carl Steele. I would stop in and see them on Friday afternoon or Saturday at the store to collect my forty-five cents for the paper.  Mrs. Carlton was always pleasant, usually standing behind the counter in a cotton dress and apron, while Mr. Carlton busied himself filling customers' orders.

               He was every inch a gentleman who greeted his customers politely, and, if he knew them personally, would never fail to ask about them and their family. I mentioned earlier that Mr. Carlton knew where all his merchandise was located and that the store was always dark.

               Well, it pretty much stayed dark.

               Once Mr. Carlton determined what his customer needed, he would set about filling the order.

               It was a sight to behold.

               The building was long and narrow, and throughout the store, white cords hung from the ceiling. Each white cord was attached to an old keyless electric light. These fixtures with naked light bulbs were mounted way up on the rafters, and the sturdy white cords were attached to the on and off chain. As he would head back into the inky darkness of the hardware store, Mr. Carlton would reach up and pull the string, turning on the light just over his head.

               Continuing down an aisle, he would never let go of one string until he was where he could reach the next one. Then, holding a light cord in each hand, he would simultaneously pull them both, cutting off the one behind him and cutting on the light above the area to which he was walking. This process was completed over and over as he moved on toward the back of the store, never allowing more than one light bulb to burn at a given moment. It always made me think of a circus acrobat floating from trapeze to trapeze, and looked like flash bulbs going off during a night baseball game.

               The Lord may have said, "Let there be light," but if Hill Carlton was there he would have said, "Not over 40 watts at a time!"

               Thank you for the visit, Mr. Johnson. You're welcome back anytime.

  The Best is Yet to Come

By LAURA WELBORN

               Sometimes the presents that mean the most are not terribly big or expensive but the one that changes your life (even in tiny ways).

               One Christmas present from my twin sister was a tea cup and saucer.  The tea cup spoke to my soul as it was a tea cup with a happy face on it (circa 1940's). It made me think about the idea that this tea cup makes you smile just looking at it.  What a great way to start your day by being reminded to smile and what that says to your brain as you start each day or have a cup of tea or coffee during the day.  I put the tea cup out on the counter instead of in a cabinet just so I would be reminded to use it each day, and to smile.  

               This year I am starting with the big picture, which is important as it gives me direction.  My big picture is a combination of my dreams, ideas about the life I want to live, and the vision of what the coming year could be.  I will brainstorm about the thoughts I have about people in my life and the kind of person I hope to surround myself with to guide me through the new year.  my challenge will be to not only dream big but dream better- with the intention not being an achievement but a way of living.

               Research tells us there are things we can do to actively increase happiness and among them is a mindful practice of gratitude. As we enter into the new year it is important to start with gratitude for the past year- the good and the bad.

               Start by taking two sticky notes. Next, think back over your past year and on one sticky note write down three things which made this year better for you. These might be people, an event, a situation, an achievement, or anything that gladdens your heart. Take a moment to enjoy again the presence of those blessings in your life.

               Now, think ahead to 2018. Imagine something you hope for in this coming year - a change, a goal, a relationship, an event, or again anything that fills you with hope for your future self. This should not be something over which you have no power at all - such as winning the lottery - but something in which you can play an active role, but might not have total power to control. This is not a "New Year Resolution" but a hope, even a dream. It can be something that might not happen in a single year, but something that will begin to evolve in the coming year. Write it down on the second sticky note. Reflect on that hope and let the possibility grow in your mind. This can awaken us to potentials and make it more likely we will see and seize opportunities when they came along.

               Place these two sticky notes somewhere you will see them in the coming days. Use them to remind yourself of the blessings in your life today and hope in your future. Add to your gratitude list. Watch your future unfold. It will always have its ups and downs, but facing it with the belief good things will come your way gives strength for the challenges and increases your joy when the hopes are realized.

               So one of my New Year's resolution is to use my tea cup and smile at the start of each day.  Once my mind is in a good place then maybe I can make a difference so that 2018 is a great year.  

                   Dividing Jerusalem - A Big Deal and a Bad Idea

By EARL COX

Special to the Record

President Donald Trump's recognition of Jerusalem as the capital of Israel did not address the city's final status or its borders under Israeli sovereignty. Since his stand acknowledges treaties both parties agreed to, then "why do the nations rage" (Psalm 2)? Perhaps Trump's equitable and balanced stance confronts the diplomacy-by-bullying approach by those who would impose their political will on Israel and split its capital in two by force.

               The politicized anti-Israel agendas of the UN, Europe and militant Islam render them unacceptable "partners" in the search for peace in the Middle East. The UN and the EU theoretically recognize the right of nations (except Israel) to govern their capitals. The Knesset's 1980 Basic Law established Jerusalem, "complete and united" as its capital. Trump has endorsed this reality.

               History demonstrates another reality check: When foreign powers dictate divisions on other cities or nations-such as the World War II Allies did in Germany, its capital Berlin and Korea-it ends in failure.

               German site The Local recently reported Berlin as a "failed capital city," and newspaper Die Welt labeled Germany a "failed state." Berlin today faces chronic poverty, unemployment, homelessness, poor infrastructure, a floundering education system, debt, the refugee crisis and a high crime rate.

               The city never recovered from the oppressive stamp of the Cold War and the Iron Curtain that slashed it in two. Twenty-five years after the Wall fell, the old border still pockmarks the land-- with the East bearing the brunt, according to Zeit Online and The Washington Post. "Reunification is not yet complete," said former Berlin Mayor Eberhard Diepgen. People still "see themselves as losers in the Wende (reunification). This will take at least two generations to overcome."

               The Wall nullified postwar Germany's right to self-determination. Long-term effects were the entrenchment of the Iron Curtain, and the U.S.-Soviet arms race.

               The divisions of Berlin and Germany (1945), Korea (1945) and Jerusalem (1948) took place in the same time period, and all three reflected power grabs and jockeying by external state actors.

               The fallout from Korea's postwar division continues today. A U.S. State Department official admitted the 38th parallel (border) was "an entirely arbitrary line, chosen by World War II victors in 1945 with no consideration for the geographical, economic or political realities of the country," according to Time. First South Korean President Syngman Rhee predicted the imposed 38th parallel "would leave intact the conditions that provoked this [Korean] war."

               According to a 1950 State Department Bulletin, America assumed Japan's defeat would result in Korea's independence. But the US and Soviet Union deadlocked over this issue for two years, preventing 38 million Koreans from "their right" to self-determination, since the Soviets refused to allow elections in the north, and stonewalled other attempts to unite the two Koreas. Today North Korea is a destabilizing force that threatens South Korea, the region and the world.

               Externally imposed, divisive forces also threaten Israel and Jerusalem. Just as the Soviets set their sights on Germany, its capital Berlin and on Korea, in a similar way Abbas, backed by anti-Semitic Europe, the Left and radical Islam, insists on dividing the Jewish capital and taking East Jerusalem.

               The modern-day dividing of Israel and Jerusalem dates to the 1923 British Mandate, which author Clive Leatherdale calls an "indirect form of imperialism;" "Ottoman overlordship was substituted by European overlordship."

               General Assembly Resolution 181 (the "Partition Plan") in 1947 established an international regime around Jerusalem under U.N. governance. But when Arab armies attacked Jerusalem in 1948, the UN did nothing to protect its own regime. Prime Minister Ben-Gurion in 1949 declared the Plan null and void.

               The forced partitions of Berlin, Germany and Korea were indelibly stamped by the Cold War. But today, radical Islam, by manipulating the Palestinian cause, threatens to divide Israel and its capital Jerusalem. The bullish reactions of Iran and Turkey to Trump's declaration reflect their "renewed imperialist ambitions … at the expense of their Arab neighbors and the Israeli-Palestinian conflict," said Hillel Frisch, senior fellow at the Jerusalem Institute for Strategic Studies.

               If outside powers encroach on Jerusalem's final status and Israel's sovereignty over its capital, past failures will likely repeat themselves-along with the failure of the Palestinians to achieve a stable and viable state. The longer we postpone endorsing reality, the worse it will be for all.

    As the Year Turns

By CARL WHITE

Life in the Carolinas

I am sure you have noticed that the end of the year offers up what seems to be an excellent opportunity of increased stress and depression, which seems odd as the Holiday Season and Christmas should be a time of joy and delight. It’s a colorful time of the year, and many people extend happy greetings and a few gifts. Reflections are made, and hopes are spoken of, for the New Year.  

When we consider the fact that stress is one of the worst offenders of good health and happiness, maybe we should reconsider how and why we allow so many things to get our goat.

Charles Dickens's character, Ebenezer Scrooge, is one of my favorite end of the year people. I love his story of redemption. Ebenezer discovers the joys of life and the Holiday season. While it’s true, he was forced into it. I believe that after much reflection he freely chose to change for the better.  

As the year turns, there is a lot of reflecting going on. The singing of the song “Auld Lang Syne” is a New Year tradition.  In 1788 the song was taken down and added to as a poem written by Robert Burns.  

Over the years this Scottish song has evolved and become part of celebrating memories and a new beginning for people around the world.

It was during a recent recording of Auld Lang Syne with Country and Bluegrass singer/songwriter Wayne Taylor that he reminded me of the first nationwide live New Year’s Eve radio broadcast in 1929 at the Roosevelt Hotel in New York City. It was a huge success.  

Guy Lombardo and the Royal Canadians were booked at the Roosevelt every year from 1929-1959 for New Year’s Eve, and Auld Lang Syne was center stage for bringing everyone together. The group would then continue the tradition at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel from 1960-1976.

The song poses practical questions, but primarily it seems to be about old friends and love. So maybe that’s one of the ways we can lower our stress levels. Focus more on people, good memories and the hopes of making more in the new year.

As the year turns and as we reflect on the past twelve months a few Carolina tears may fall, but let us all remember that as long we can read these words we have the opportunity to strive for a new year filled with hope and promise.

 Here are the words to the song that has inspired millions over the years.

 Auld Lang Syne

 Should old acquaintance be forgot,

and never brought to mind?

Should old acquaintance be forgot,

and old langsyne?

CHORUS:

For auld langsyne, my dear,

for auld langsyne,

we'll take a cup of kindness yet,

for auld langsyne.

And surely you'll buy your pint cup!

and surely I'll buy mine!

And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet,

for auld langsyne.

CHORUS

We two have run about the slopes,

and picked the daisies fine;

But we've wandered many a weary foot,

since auld langsyne.

CHORUS

We two have paddled in the stream,

from morning sun till dine†;

But seas between us broad have roared

since auld langsyne.

CHORUS

And there's a hand my trusty friend!

And give me a hand o' thine!

And we'll take a right good-will draught,

for auld langsyne.

CHORUS

 Carl White is the executive producer and host of the award-winning syndicated TV show Carl White’s Life In the Carolinas. The weekly show is now in its eighth year of syndication and can be seen in the Charlotte viewing market on WJZY Fox 46 Saturday’s at 12:00 noon. For more on the show, visit  www.lifeinthecarolinas.com, You can email Carl White at Carl@lifeinthecarolinas.com.     Copyright 2016 Carl White