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[cinemaquiles]

Você notou? Cinco coisas para prestar atenção em "Avatar O caminho da água", de James Cameron

[mrs-stans]

Lily James and Sebastian Stan Reportedly Cast in Secrets & Wives

Lily James and Sebastian Stan have reportedly joined the cast of Focus Features’ period film ‘Secrets & Wives.’ The movie, helmed by Carly Wray, is scheduled to start shooting in Atlanta, Georgia, and Vancouver, British Columbia, on an undisclosed date. The film, set in the 1980s rural Washington state, revolves around a single working mother named Sherry, who is swept off her feet by a charismatic, larger-than-life outsider named Martin Lewis. They run off and get married, only for hell to break loose. Sherry’s life gets turned upside down when it’s revealed that Martin is a married ex-gangster.

Lily and Stan are expected to play Sherry and Martin respectively. The two performers previously worked together for Hulu’s biographical series ‘Pam & Tommy,’ in which Lily plays actress and model Pamela Anderson and Stan portrays musician Tommy Lee.

Lily recently completed the filming of Sam Worthington and Riz Ahmed-starrer ‘Relay’ and Joseph Gordon-Levitt-starrer ‘Providence.’ Her upcoming release ‘The Iron Claw,’ starring Zac Efron and ‘The Bear’ fame Jeremy Allen White, is scheduled to be released on December 22, 2023. Her recent credits include Josephine Esperanto in ‘Finally Dawn,’ Zoe Stevenson in ‘What’s Love Got to Do with It?’ Linda Radlett in ‘The Pursuit of Love,’ and Ellie Appleton in ‘Yesterday.’

Stan recently concluded the filming of ‘A Different Man,’ in which he stars alongside Renate Reinsve. He is also a part of the cast of Marvel Studios’ ‘Thunderbolts.’ His recent credits include Vlad Tenev in ‘Dumb Money,’ God in ‘Ghosted,’ Max in ‘Sharper,’ Steve in ‘Fresh,’ Nick Fowler in ‘The 355,’ and Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier in ‘The Falcon and the Winter Soldier.’

Although the exact dates of the filming are yet to be announced, we can expect the same to begin after the conclusion of the ongoing SAG-AFTRA strike. Atlanta, known as the Hollywood East, is home to several production facilities and natural attractions. The city previously hosted the production of several famed projects, including ‘The Walking Dead,’ ‘Stranger Things,’ ‘Cobra Kai,’ ‘Ozark,’ ‘Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3,’ etc. Vancouver AKA Hollywood North, on the other hand, is a significant filming location of ‘Virgin River,’ ‘Supernatural,’ ‘Criminal Minds,’ ‘The Last of Us,’ and ‘Fear the Walking Dead.’

Wray, who is at the helm, also penned the screenplay. The screenwriter wrote several acclaimed episodes of AMC’s drama series ‘Mad Men.’ She also co-wrote and co-executive produced HBO’s superhero series ‘Watchmen’ and Max’s dystopian series ‘DMZ.’ Her other credits include ‘Westworld,’ ‘Mindhunter,’ ‘The Leftovers,’ ‘The Bastard Executioner,’ and ‘Constantine.’

Berlanti/Schechter Films, New Leaf Literary & Media, and Truly*Adventurous team up with Focus Features for the production of the film. Greg Berlanti, Sarah Schechter, Michael McGrath, Pouya Shahbazian, Matthew Pearl, and Greg Nichols are the producers.

[selene-writes]

Hellfire- Bloody Mary part 2

Hey so sorry it took so long. I will be back to writing! Also, how would you feel about me writing fanfics for the boys?

Warnings for this chapter include canon level violence and cursing as well as some light steaminess. This is an 18+ fanfic

WC: 4734

Sam quickly pieced together that Gary Bryman, an eight-year-old boy killed in a hit-and-run, had been struck by a black Toyota Camry—the same model Jill drove. Returning to Donna's house, you examined a mirror that bore the name "Linda Shoemaker," the wife of Mr. Shoemaker.

"Why are you asking me this?" Donna's voice quivered as you questioned her about her mother's death.

"It's important," Sam replied gently, his eyes fixed on Donna. The atmosphere was tense in the Shoemaker family's living room, where Donna anxiously glanced between the three of you.

"Yeah, Linda was my mom," Donna finally admitted, her voice strained. "She overdosed on sleeping pills. It was an accident, and that's all."

"I think you should leave," Donna said firmly, her emotions raw as she stormed upstairs, leaving you in an uncomfortable silence.

"Well, that went smoothly," you remarked dryly, breaking the tension.

"Do you really think her dad could have killed her mom?" Charlie asked, turning to Sam and Dean with wide eyes. You exchanged a serious glance with your companions.

"It's possible," Sam nodded gravely, his expression troubled.

"Whatever you do, Charlie," you cautioned, looking directly at her.

"I won't say a word," Charlie interrupted firmly, shaking her head in understanding.

The room hung heavy with unanswered questions

You returned to the dimly lit motel room.

"If she's haunting the town, she should have died in the town," Sam mused, sinking into a chair beside Dean and you.

"There's nothing local, unless you’ve got a better idea—" Dean scratched his head, eyes fixed on the laptop screen.

"It seems like there's a pattern," you interjected, leaning forward.

"I was thinking the same thing," Dean agreed, nodding thoughtfully.

"Between Jill's hit-and-run and Mr. Shoemaker killing his wife—" Sam's voice trailed off as he glanced between Dean and you, his eyes widening.

"Both had secrets involving someone's death," you added, nodding in agreement.

"Right, there's a lot of folklore about mirrors," Sam continued, looking across the table at you and then Dean. "They reveal lies, secrets, they’re supposed to be a true reflection of your soul. That's why it’s bad luck to break them."

"Maybe if you have a deep, dark secret where someone died, Mary sees it and punishes you for it," Dean suggested, nodding along with Sam and you.

"Whether you summoned her or not," you added, chewing your lip in contemplation.

"Take a look at this," Dean said, gesturing towards the laptop screen. He printed out several pictures and handed them to Sam. You leaned in next to Sam, examining the images. They depicted a woman in a white dress standing near a mirror, with bloody handprints smeared across it and the word "Tre" scrawled in blood.

"Looks like the same handprint," Sam remarked, studying the pictures in his hands.

"Her name was Mary Worthington," Dean read aloud from the computer screen. "An unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana."

You decided to leave first thing in the morning to go and talk to the officer in charge of Mary's case. Sitting alone in your dimly lit motel room, a sinking feeling crept in as you realized you had left your journal in the boys' room. Like John Winchester and your adoptive father, you meticulously chronicled the monsters you encountered on your hunts.

With a determined breath, you approached their door and knocked. Initially, there was silence, but then Sam opened the door, shirtless and clad in only sweatpants.

"Oh," you muttered, slightly taken aback. "Sorry, is this a bad time?"

Sam hesitated for a moment, then relented. "No, it's fine. Come in. Deans in the shower," he said, stepping aside to let you into the room. The air felt thick with unspoken tension as you passed by him, noting your journal lying on the table.

Walking over to retrieve it, you stole a glance back at Sam, who was hurriedly throwing on a t-shirt. His face contorted with a mixture of discomfort and guarded emotion.

"Sam—" you began cautiously, uncertain how to break the silence.

"Jane, I really am not in the mood for any pep talks," he interrupted tersely, his frustration evident.

You bristled slightly, crossing your arms defensively. "Fine by me. I just wanted to say... I'm here for you. You don’t need to go through this alone," you asserted, meeting his eyes squarely.

There was a tense silence as Sam regarded you, his expression unreadable. Without warning, he pulled you into a tight embrace, catching you off guard with the intensity of his need for comfort.

"Thank you," he murmured against your ear, his voice thick. You held him in return, feeling the weight of him pressing against you.

The intimate moment was abruptly shattered by the sound of the bathroom door opening. Dean emerged, clad only in a towel wrapped around his waist. You and Sam quickly disengaged, awkwardness settling between you like a heavy blanket.

You held up your journal in a feeble attempt to diffuse the tension, mumbling a quick excuse before retreating to your room. Alone in the darkness, you replayed the encounter in your mind, the unresolved tension between you and Sam lingering heavily on your thoughts as sleep eventually claimed you.

"I was on the job for 35 years," the detective said, his voice carrying the weight of decades spent unraveling mysteries. You had driven to Indiana to meet with him, a seasoned investigator on Mary Worthington's unsolved murder case. The detective, around seventy years old, continued, "Detective for most of that. Now everyone packs it in with a few loose ends." He looked down solemnly. "But the Mary Worthington murder, that one still gets me." His gaze lifted, meeting yours.

"What exactly happened?" you asked, your eyes fixed on the weathered face of the seasoned detective.

"You said you all are reporters?" He narrowed his eyes, glancing at Dean and Sam standing behind you.

"We know Mary was 19, lived alone, won beauty contests, dreamed of leaving Indiana to become an actress," Sam stated, meeting the detective's gaze. "And we know on the night of March 29th, someone broke into her apartment and brutally murdered her, gouging out her eyes with a knife."

"That's right," the detective affirmed with a slow nod.

"Sir, when we ask you what happened, we want to know what you think happened," Dean's voice added from behind, his tone direct yet respectful. You kept your focus on the detective, waiting for his response.

He sighed heavily, then gestured for you to follow him to his office. He retrieved a worn folder from a cabinet, placing it on his cluttered desk. "Technically, I’m not supposed to have this," he confessed, flipping through the papers until he found a photo and pointed. "See that? T-R-E? Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer."

"Yeah?" you replied, studying the photo closely.

"There was a local man, Trevor Sampson," the detective continued, pulling out a faded photograph. "He was a character around here. Always had a smile for the ladies." The image showed Sampson in sunglasses and a suit, raising a glass in a toast.

"You think he did it?" Sam inquired, his brows furrowing with concern.

"I can't say for sure," the detective admitted, shaking his head. "But Mary's diary hinted at an affair with someone she referred to by the initial 'T.' Her last entry suggested she planned to reveal it to 'T's' wife."

"Why do you suspect Sampson?" you pressed, searching the detective's face for clues.

"The way her eyes were mutilated... it was almost clinical," the detective explained, his expression pained. "But without prints or witnesses, we couldn't nail him."

"Is he still alive?" you asked, leaning forward with anticipation.

"No, he passed away some years back," the detective replied, sinking into his chair wearily. "Mary's last moments, it seems she was trying to expose his secret."

"Where is she buried?" Sam questioned softly; sympathy evident in his voice.

"She wasn't buried," the detective admitted gravely. "She was cremated." The news hung heavy in the air, complicating your investigation.

"What about that mirror?" Dean interjected, pointing at a photo of the crime scene. "Has it led to anything?"

"It was returned to Mary's family long ago," the detective confirmed, leaning back in his chair.

"Do you have her family's contact information?" you asked, hoping for more leads.

The detective shook his head regretfully. "I'm afraid I lost touch with them over the years."

"Thank you, Detective," Sam said appreciatively. 

You were driving down the highway in the Impala, the rumble of the engine filling the car as Dean focused on the road ahead. Sam sat in the front passenger seat, his expression tense as he listened intently to the voice on the phone.

"Alright, thanks," Sam said, flipping his phone shut with a frustrated sigh.

"So?" Dean prompted, casting a quick glance at you in the rearview mirror. You met his gaze, waiting for Sam to share the latest update.

"That was Mary's brother," Sam began, his voice grave. "The mirror had been in the family for years until he sold it a week ago to a store called Estate Antiques in Toledo."

"So, wherever the mirror goes, Mary goes?" You interjected, looking up at Dean.

"Her spirits definitely tied to it somehow," Sam confirmed with a nod.

"Isn’t there an old superstition that mirrors can capture spirits?" Dean mused, glancing over at Sam.

"Yeah, there is," Sam replied thoughtfully. "When someone died in a house, people used to cover up the mirrors so the ghost wouldn’t get trapped."

"Mary dies, it draws in her spirit," You added, nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, but how could she move through hundreds of different mirrors?" Sam questioned, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"If the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it," Dean declared firmly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

As you continued your discussion, your phone suddenly rang, interrupting your conversation. You fished it out of your jacket pocket and flipped it open, hesitantly answering, "Hello?"

On the other end, you were met with a panicked voice. It was Charlie, sobbing uncontrollably.

You drove to Charlie's house as quickly as possible and brought her back to the motel. Once there, you and the brothers sprang into action, covering all the mirrors and reflective surfaces with towels and sheets. Charlie sat on the edge of the bed, her knees pulled up to her chest and her head buried in her arms, shoulders shaking with sobs.

"Hey, it's okay," you said softly, sitting down beside Charlie and gently placing a hand on her back. "You can open your eyes."

Sam joined you on the other side of Charlie, his voice gentle and reassuring. "You're going to stay right here on this bed. Don't look at any glass or anything else that has a reflection, okay? As long as you do that, she can't get to you."

"But I can't do that forever," Charlie replied in a shaky voice, lifting her tear-streaked face slightly. "I'm going to die, aren't I?" Her voice broke into another sob.

"No, not anytime soon," you reassured her, shaking your head and continuing to rub small circles on her back. Dean sat down near you; his expression serious as he focused on Charlie.

"Alright, Charlie, we need to know what happened," Dean urged gently, his eyes fixed on the distraught girl.

"We were in the bathroom," Charlie began, rocking back and forth slightly as she stared down at the bed. “Donna said it.”

"That's not what we're talking about," Dean interrupted gently but firmly. Charlie looked up at him, tears falling freely down her face.

"Something happened, didn't it? A secret where someone got hurt," Dean probed, his voice soft but insistent. Charlie remained silent, and you exchanged glances with Sam and Dean before turning back to her.

"Can you tell us about it?" you asked, tilting your head slightly so Charlie could see your face. Her lip trembled as she struggled to find the words.

"I had this boyfriend. I loved him, but he scared me too, you know?" Charlie's voice was barely above a whisper as she recounted the painful memory. "One night at his house, we got into a fight. I broke up with him, and he got upset. He said he needed me, that he loved me." Her voice broke, and tears streamed down her cheeks. "He said, 'Charlie, if you walk out that door right now, I'm going to kill myself.' And you know what I said?" She looked at each of you in turn, her gaze pleading for understanding. "I said, 'Go right ahead.' And I left."

A heavy silence hung in the room as Charlie's confession sank in. None of you knew quite what to say, the weight of her words filling the air. You continued rubbing circles on her back.

"How could I say that?" Charlie choked out, her body trembling with emotion. "How could I leave him? I just... I didn't believe him."

"Her boyfriend killing himself, it isn’t really her fault," you spoke up from the backseat, breaking the heavy silence in the Impala.

"Spirits don’t exactly see shades of gray, Jane," Sam replied quietly, his gaze fixed on the rain-slicked road ahead. The windshield wipers beat back and forth rhythmically, matching the cadence of his thoughts.

You were en-route to the store where the cursed mirror was located, intent on destroying it once and for all. The rain poured relentlessly outside, adding to the grim atmosphere.

"Charlie had a secret, someone died. That's good enough for Mary," Sam continued, glancing back at you through the rearview mirror. You nodded in agreement, understanding the gravity of the situation.

A tense silence fell over the car for a moment before Sam spoke again, his voice laced with concern and determination. "You know, I've been thinking... It might not be enough to just smash that mirror."

"Why? What do you mean?" Dean asked, turning to his younger brother with a furrowed brow.

"Mary’s hard to pin down, right? She moves from mirror to mirror. Who’s to say she won’t just keep hiding in them forever?" Sam reasoned, his eyes darting between Dean and you. "I think we should try to pin her down, summon her to the mirror, and then smash it."

"Who’s going to summon her?" Dean questioned, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as he kept his focus on the road.

"I will," you declared firmly, clenching your jaw with determination.

"No, I will. She’ll come after me," Sam countered, his voice equally resolute. Dean’s knuckles turned white from the force of his grip on the wheel.

"Okay, you know what, that’s it," Dean abruptly announced, swerving the Impala to the side of the road and bringing it to a stop. Sam fell silent as the car idled, tension thickening in the confined space.

"This is about Jessica, isn’t it?" Dean finally asked, turning fully to face Sam.

"Sam, what happened wasn’t your fault," you interjected softly, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Why don’t you take your own advice?" Dean shot back, turning to look at you sharply. You met his gaze, your jaw clenched in frustration.

"You think that’s your dirty little secret, that you killed her somehow," Dean continued, his tone somber yet insistent. Sam's expression remained stoic, though his eyes betrayed the turmoil within.

"This has got to stop, Sam. The nightmares," Dean paused, glancing at you meaningfully, "and calling out her name in the middle of the night—it's going to kill you," he added, his voice tinged with concern. He looked at you through the rearview mirror. "Both of you."

You looked away, unable to meet Dean's intense stare.

"If you want to blame something, blame the thing that killed her. Or hell, why don’t you take a swing at me? I’m the one that dragged you away from her," Dean said bitterly, shaking his head.

Sam met his brother’s gaze evenly. "I don’t blame you, either of you," he responded quietly. You glanced at Sam in the mirror, seeing the sadness etched in his eyes, and felt a pang of disbelief.

"You shouldn’t blame yourself, Sam. There’s nothing you could’ve done," Dean insisted, gesturing toward his brother with a mix of frustration and compassion.

"I could’ve warned her!" Sam suddenly burst out, his voice cracking with emotion.

"About what? You didn’t know it was going to happen. Besides, this isn’t a secret. We know all about it," Dean pointed out, gesturing toward you. "It’s not going to work with Mary anyway."

"You guys don’t," Sam countered, his gaze fixed ahead, avoiding your eyes in the mirror.

"We don’t what?" you asked, speaking up, your confusion evident as you looked at Sam through the mirror. He met your gaze for a fleeting moment, then turned toward Dean.

"What are you talking about?" Dean demanded, his brows furrowing in confusion and concern.

"Well, if I told you, it wouldn’t be a secret," Sam replied evasively, shaking his head. Dean leaned back in surprise, turning to glance at you in the mirror. Your heart sank as the weight of Sam’s words settled in.

"No, I don’t like it. It’s not going to happen," Dean stated firmly, pointing a finger at Sam.

"That girl back there is going to die unless we do something about it. Who knows how many people are going to die after that? We’re doing this," Sam asserted, his voice unwavering with resolve. Dean turned to his brother, narrowing his eyes with a mix of frustration and concern.

"You’ve got to let me do this," Sam insisted, his gaze shifting from Dean to you.

"Jesus, Sam!" you exclaimed, your voice rising with frustration. "Enough is enough. You don’t have to do this. I’m sure the three of us all have secrets where someone died, so stop with the self-degradation!"

Sam and Dean both looked at you in stunned silence at your outburst.

After a tense car ride, you finally arrived at the antique store. Sam skillfully picked the lock, and as you entered, a chill ran down your spine. The interior was dimly lit, filled with an unsettling number of mirrors reflecting the faint light.

"Great," you muttered under your breath, your annoyance palpable. Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out the photo of the mirror they were seeking. Sam directed his flashlight onto the photo, and you leaned in close beside Dean to get a better look. The photo depicted a large, ornate gold mirror with swirling edges.

"Start looking," Dean instructed with a sigh, and Sam took the lead, guiding you and Dean deeper into the store. As you scanned the surroundings, you couldn't help but voice your concern.

"Maybe they already sold it?" you called out to Sam, who was a few steps ahead.

"I don't think so," Sam replied, his voice echoing slightly in the eerie silence. You glanced at Dean, who nodded in agreement. Sam's flashlight suddenly illuminated something on the ground, catching your attention.

You and Dean hurried over to where Sam was standing. There, before you, was the mirror from the photograph. Dean held up the picture for comparison.

"That's it," you confirmed, peering down at the photo and then back at the mirror.

"Are you sure about this?" Dean asked cautiously, turning to look at Sam, who handed him the flashlight in response. The three of you approached the mirror cautiously until you were standing directly in front of it.

"Bloody Mary," Sam murmured, staring into the mirror's reflection. He repeated the name twice more before turning to face you and Dean.

"Bloody Mary," he finished, a sense of solemnity in his voice. You exhaled deeply, nervously scanning the room for any signs of change. Suddenly, the creak of the door opening behind you made you jump, and lights spilled into the store from outside.

"Fuck," you muttered under your breath, praying it wasn't the police arriving.

"We'll go check that out. Stay here and be careful," Dean instructed firmly, gently pulling your arm towards the entrance.

SAMS POV

Sam stood before the mirror, a crowbar gripped tightly in his hand, poised to strike. A noise from behind startled him, and he spun around, scanning the room filled with mirrors that reflected his tense expression back at him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her—a haunting figure in a blood-stained white dress, her face obscured by a curtain of black hair. Without hesitation, he swung the crowbar, shattering the mirror into a shower of fragments that scattered across the floor.

When he turned back, she appeared again in another mirror, relentless in her silent presence. Sam continued his frenzied assault on each mirror that trapped her reflection, driven by fear and desperation, until only one mirror remained unbroken—the one reflecting her. "Come on, step into this one," he muttered urgently, his heart racing as he stared at his own reflection, searching for any sign of Mary.

Suddenly, his reflection smiled—an eerie, unsettling grin that sent a shiver down his spine. Blood began to trickle from its eyes, and Sam recoiled in horror. A searing pain surged near his eyes, and he let out a groan, dropping the crowbar which clattered loudly to the ground. The pain spread to his chest like a vice squeezing his heart, agonizing and intense.

"You killed her," the reflection said with contempt. "You killed Jessica. You never told her the truth, who you really were."

Sam collapsed to the ground, overwhelmed by the weight of his reflection's accusation. His chest tightened with agony, each breath a struggle against the inevitable.

“But it's more than that isn’t it?” His reflection asked, sneering at him. He could taste the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. “Those dreams you’ve been having about Jessica dying, screaming, burning, you had them for days before she died. You were so desperate to ignore them, to believe that they were just dreams, how could you ignore them like that? How could you leave her to die?!”

White hot, searing pain engulfed Sam's entire body as he lay on the ground. The agony was overwhelming, threatening to consume him entirely. Suddenly, the mirror shattered into a thousand pieces. Through the haze of pain, Sam glimpsed Jane and Dean rushing towards him. Dean held a crowbar tightly in his hand, evidence of their struggle.

"Sammy!" Dean exclaimed, kneeling beside him. Jane reached him moments later, her hands gently gripping his shoulders as she checked him over for injuries.

"Are you okay?" Jane asked softly, concern evident in her voice as she tried to wipe the blood from his face with a trembling hand.

"Yeah," Sam managed hoarsely, his voice strained. He felt drained, every movement an effort.

"Come on, come on!" Dean urged, pulling Sam up with effort. Sam felt dizzy, his legs unsteady beneath him. Dean wrapped an arm around his shoulder for support, while Jane mirrored the gesture on the other side.

Dean and you struggled to drag Sam forward. Dean had initially tried to bluff his way out of the situation by pretending he was the owner’s son, and you were his wife. But when that ruse failed, Dean resorted to a more desperate measure—punching the cops. Fortunately, there were only two officers, but even so, you were keen to put as much distance between yourselves and them as possible.

You grunted with effort, straining under Sam’s weight as you moved forward. Then, you heard a faint, unsettling sound—a soft, glassy clinking coming from behind you. Your heart raced as you turned around.

There, emerging from the mirror, was Mary. She moved toward you on all fours, her movements eerily reminiscent of the girl from The Ring. As she stood upright, an intense, searing pain shot through your entire body, leaving you gasping.

Her voice, a chilling whisper, cut through the agony. “You’re a freak. Deep down, you know something’s wrong with you. The dreams… everyone you couldn’t save… don’t you think there’s a reason?”

Her words echoed in your mind as you struggled, the pain threatening to overwhelm you.

Hot liquid streamed down your face as her voice echoed in your mind. You collapsed to the floor alongside Sam

You looked over and saw the boys, blood streaming from their eyes. To your right, a mirror caught your attention. Summoning every last ounce of strength, you staggered toward it, grabbing it with trembling hands. You held it up, positioning it so that Mary would be forced to see her own reflection.

Fresh blood flowed from her empty eye sockets as she dissolved in front of you, her form disintegrating into broken mirror shards.

You threw the mirror aside, the sound of its shattering echoing in the room. The intense pain that had gripped you was now gone. With a groan, you pushed yourself into a sitting position and turned to check on the boys. They looked as worn and battered as you felt, their faces reflecting your own exhaustion.

You scanned the room for any sign of her, but there was nothing—she was gone.

“Sam? Jane?” Dean’s voice was rough, filled with concern, from where he sat beside you.

“Yeah?” Sam and you responded in unison.

“That’s got to be like, what, 600 years of bad luck?”

“So this is really over?” Charlie asked from the back seat of the car, her voice tinged with a mix of hope and uncertainty. You were pulling up to her house, ready to drop her off.

“Yeah, it’s over,” Dean confirmed, giving a reassuring nod. Charlie’s face lit up with a relieved smile as she opened the car door and started to step out.

Just as she was about to walk away, Sam called out, “Hey, Charlie?”

She stopped and turned back, curiosity in her eyes. “Yeah?” she asked.

“About your boyfriend’s death,” he began gently, “you should really try to forgive yourself. No matter what you think you could have done, you probably couldn’t have stopped it. Sometimes, bad things just happen, and it’s not always within our control.” He let out a heavy sigh, the weight of his words hanging in the air.

Dean and you exchanged glances through the rearview mirror. Dean’s eyes met yours momentarily before he shifted his focus back to the road. You lowered your gaze, feeling the weight of the conversation settle between you.

Charlie gave a slow nod. Without another word, she turned and walked back into her house, the door closing softly behind her.

“Good advice,” Dean commented, his eyes lingering on his younger brother with a hint of approval.

Sam offered a bittersweet smile, his own grief evident. The car fell into a silence, each of you lost in thought.

“Hey, guys?” Dean’s voice broke the silence as you left town.

“Yeah?” you responded, glancing at him briefly. Sam, who had been absorbed in his book, looked up, curiosity etched on his face.

“Now that this is all over,” Dean began, “I want you to tell me what your secrets are.”

You turned your gaze to the window, struggling with how to respond. How could you explain something when you barely understood it yourself? Your nights were filled with unsettling dreams, and during the day, you often saw things that weren’t there. Lately, you had even caught glimpses of your own glowing red. It was overwhelming and confusing.

Before you could find the words, Sam spoke up, his voice steady. “Look, Dean, you’re my brother, and Jane, you’re my best friend. But there are some things I need to keep to myself.”

Sam’s gaze was intense as he spoke, and his words made your stomach churn with a mix of anxiety and guilt. 

You nodded slowly, understanding but feeling slightly hurt. Dean’s eyes remained fixed on the road, his expression unreadable.

“You’ll know eventually,” you said softly, hoping your words would offer some reassurance. Dean turned his head slightly, giving a small, resigned nod in response.

As you looked out at the road ahead, the steady hum of the Impala’s engine filled the silence. You noticed Sam’s reflection in the window, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. The sight made your heart ache, but you chose to keep your focus on the horizon, letting the music from the Impala’s stereo drown out your thoughts.

In God we Trust

Salt turns to rust

Ashes from Eden

and bone into dust

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Marya Maximoff

Mole Man

Mister Mxyptlk “Mxy”

M’gann M’orzz/Megan Morse/Miss Martian

Mia “Maps” Mizoguchi

Mary Marvel

Miguel Montez

Music Master

Mr. Miracle

Mirror Master

Mad Mod

Malcolm Merlyn

Maria Mercedes Mooney

Matches Malone

Monsieur Mallah

Nia Nal

Olivia Octavius (doctor Octopus/doc Ock)

Pepper Potts

Peter Parker(s)

Pabitr Prabhakav

Peni Parker

Peter Porker

Pedro Peña

Penny Plunderer

Quasar’s Quantum bands

Quentin Quale

Reed Richards

Rocket Raccoon

Richard Rider

Roberto “Robbie” Reyes (og 69)

Rachel Roth (Raven)

Ronald Raymond

SlapStick

Sun Spider

Scarlet Spider

Serpent Society

Super Skrull

Silver Sable/Silvija Sablinova

Sinister Syndicate

Sinister Six

Steven Strange (dr Strange)

Sybil Silverlock

Susan “Sue” Storm

Spider-Society

Samuel Sterns

Sebastian Shaw

Suicide Squad

Star Sapphire

Silver St. Cloud

Secret Six

Pter Ptarker (TT)

Taneleer Tivan

Tyros The Terrible (Terrax)

Teen Titans

Titans Tomorrow

Tom Turbine

Traci Thirteen

Unus the Untouchable

Vicki Vale

Valerie Vale

Web Warriors

Wade Winston Wilson

Wallace “Wally” West

Wallace “ace” West II

Wonder Woman

Warlock the Wizard

Wizards & Warlocks

Zatanna Zatara

Zachary Zatara

Zilius Zox

Duela Dent Napier Nigma

Cooper Coen/Web Weaver

Matthew Michael “Matt” Murdock/DareDevil

Kamala Khan/Ms. Marvel

Otto Octavius (doctor Octopus/doc Ock)/Superior Spider-man

Victor Von doom/Doctor Doom

Warren Worthington III/ArchAngel

Cassandra “Cass” Cain/Black Bat

J’onn J’onnz/John Jones/Hank Henshaw/Martian Manhunter

Kei Kawade/Kaiju Kid(/Kid Kaiju)

Mitchell Mayo/Condiment King

Max Mercury/Windrunner Whip WhirlWind

Red Robin/Joker Junior

Cletus Cortland Kassidy (Carnage)

Clark Kent

Conner “Kon” Kent

Chemical King

Carrie Kelley

Killer Croc

Karen Crane

Seaboard City

Total alliteration: 207

[agentcable]

Supernatural Season 1 Ep. 5 "Bloody Mary"

In Ohio, some high school kids dare their friend Charlie to look into a mirror and say "Bloody Mary" to see what happens. Sam and Dean learn that Bloody Mary can travel through mirrors when hunting victims. Sam and Dean try to stop Bloody Mary from killing again.

If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

In Toledo, Ohio, three girls are playing truth or dare. Lily has to say "Bloody Mary" three times in front of the mirror. The other girls scare her by banging on the door. Lily's father, Steven Shoemaker, appears and tells them to be quiet. As he goes back to his room, he sees a figure in every mirror. His eyes start bleeding in the bathroom mirror. Donna finds him dead in a pool of blood.

In the car, Sam wakes up from another nightmare about Jessica. He and Dean visit the morgue and bribe the attendant to view Steven Shoemaker's body. The cause of death is unclear, but his skull was full of blood and his eyeballs had liquefied.

After the funeral, Sam and Dean visit the Shoemaker house. They speak to Shoemaker's daughters and Donna's friends, Jill and Charlie. Lily says she's to blame for his death after saying "Bloody Mary".

The boys look for clues in the bathroom and Charlie finds them. They say there's something strange about Steven's death. Sam gives Charlie his number in case she thinks of something.

Later, Jill says "Bloody Mary" three times in front of the mirror. Jill sits in front of a mirror and the eyes in the reflection start bleeding and say "You did it. You killed him." Jill's eyes start bleeding and she dies.

Charlie tells Sam and Dean about Jill's death and helps them get into her room.

They find the name "Gary Bryman" on the back of the mirror. Research shows he was a young boy killed in a hit and run. The car involved matches Jill's car. They find the name "Linda Shoemaker" on the mirror at the Shoemaker house. This was Steven's wife, who died after taking a sleeping pill.

Dean looks into the deaths of women called Mary who died in front of a mirror and finds Mary Worthington's death in Indiana. The brothers go to Indiana and speak to the police detective who worked her case. Mary was 19 when someone broke into her apartment, killed her and cut out her eyes. She tried to spell out her killer's name before she died, but only managed T-R-E. A surgeon named Trevor Sampson was suspected, but nothing was proven and the murder went unsolved. They boys think Mary's spirit is trapped in the mirror. They find out it has been sold to a shop in Toldeo.

Meanwhile, Donna and Charlie are in the school bathroom. Donna says "Bloody Mary" three times. Charlie sees the figure in mirrors. She looks for Sam and Dean. She had a boyfriend who threatened to kill himself if she left him. She left, and he killed himself. Sam and Dean cover all the mirrors in their motel room for Charlie.

Sam and Dean decide to summon Mary to destroy her. Sam offers to do it because she's targeting people who keep secrets. Dean says he isn't keeping secrets and isn't to blame for Jessica's death. Sam says Dean doesn't know everything.

Mary appears and Sam's eyes start to bleed. His reflection says he's responsible for Jessica's death and that he had nightmares about it. Dean smashes the mirror, but Mary comes out and attacks him and Sam.

Dean shows Mary her reflection, which accuses her of killing people. She self-destructs. Dean smashes the mirror and she disappears.

The boys take Charlie home. Sam tells her not to feel guilty about her boyfriend's death. Dean says it's good advice. Dean asks Sam what his secret was, but Sam won't tell him. He sees Jessica on a street corner in a long nightgown, then she disappears.

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For more behind the scenes, follow up here:

Podcast "Supernatural - Then and Now" hosted by Rob Benedict and Richard Speight Jr.

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Worthington Abstract Design Blouse.

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New Country 26e jaargang  #T1205 (S764) (C11)van 27 november 2023  (wk 48) uitzending op Smelne fm & Crossroads Country Radio

Album van de week:  Lauren Watkins – introducing The Heartbreak  Big Loud Records.

           Artiest                         Title                                                    

Reba McEntire - Till You Love Me  *maandartiest

Jimmie Allen – Best Shot       #1 2018

Ty Herndon - Till You Get There

Toby Keith - Who’s Your Daddy-

Dolly Parton – Baby I Love Your Way

Kenny Chesney -. Take her Home

Sawyer Brown - Six Days on the Road –    *truck song of the week 

Lauren Watkins - Fly On The Wall ft Jake Worthington*Album

Lauren Watkins   - Jealous of Jane        

Lee Ann Womack – I May Hate Myself In The Morning      2005

Morgan Wallen – Thinkin’ Bout Me   #1

Willie Nelson - A Beautiful Time *juweeltje

Ramblin' Boots - Everlasting Holiday

Ilse Delange & Calum Scott – You Are The Reason

Dolly Parton – Yellow Roses

Riley Green - My Last Rodeo    favoriet    

Reba McEntire – Does He Love You (Duet With Linda Davis}

Jay Allen - No Prayer Like Mamas *sofi

Corb Lund - Old Familiar Drunken Feeling.

The Pink Stones - You Know Who.

Charles Wesley Godwin - - Winter’s Come And Gone

The Wilder Blue - Seven Bridges Road

Wyatt Flores - Wildcat  

Ray Scott – I Fall In Love With You Again     vorige week

Lauren Watkins   - Cowboys On Music Row * Cdvdw

Chris Stapleton - What Am I Gonna Do #1 album.

Joe Diffie - Home .3/1.

Joe Diffie   -Pickup Man

Joe Diffie - Bigger Than the Beatles 3/1

Willie Nelson -. Always On My Mind

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ALASKA

2023 Aug 7 (Mon) – We packed up and left Valdez at 7:30 a.m.  We and 3 other rigs drove for over 6 hours over some pretty bad roads to arrive at the Sourdough Campground in Tok.  This is the beginning of retrograde operations.  It is bittersweet as everyone has been having such a good time and don’t want to see it end.

      We checked in then parked everyone else when they arrived.  At 4:30 p.m., everyone started filing into the café for a lasagna dinner.  The caravan sponsored meal consisted of lasagna with meat sauce, breadsticks, salad with dressing, and 3 types of pie – apple, cherry, or rhubarb.  There were smiles all around.

      After dinner, we held a quick travel meeting in the outdoor pavilion.  We had to be done by 7 p.m. because the campground holds a pancake toss at night.  Participants try to toss pancakes into a bucket.  Those who are successful win a free breakfast the next morning.

      One of the members of our group had an incident today during the drive here.  Their tow bar bent.  They had to disconnect the car from the motor home then drive the long deserted road to Tok to find a mechanic to weld the bar back into place.  He managed to get it done and joined the caravan later.

2023 Aug 6 (Sun) – Linda made lasagna tonight and we went over to share the meal.  There was spirited discussion about the caravan, people in general, some people in particular, and Johnny thinking about putting together a caravan around Louisiana.  It will be great.

2023 Aug 5 (Sat) – Annual Gold Rush Days have been going on since we arrived.  We did not formally schedule any activities so people could participate in those activities.  A group got themselves on a whale watching cruise.  Several of us rode down to the Solomon Gulch Fish Hatchery.  There were huge sea lions and bears and a trillion gulls feeding on the salmon that were all trying to swim upstream.  The noise was deafening.

      After a potluck meal, Johnny & Linda and us went into town to watch a local performance of a vaudeville skit.  It was not very good but there was lots of enthusiasm in the play.

2023 Aug 4 (Fri) – The last remaining member of our caravan came in at 11:30 last night.  We are together again.  Several of the group have arranged to take another cruise today.  The weather was foggy and boxed in.

      We rode over to Worthington Glacier today.  We were there 8 years ago when we came through on the SMART Alaska caravan in 2015.  As expected, the glacier has shrunk tremendously.  Where there was just one waterfall then, there are now 12 waterfalls.  We had to hike much further in to get to the edge of the glacier.

2023 Aug 3 (Thu) – We packed up and left Glacier View bound for Valdez.  We arrived a little after noon.  The park warmly greeted us and they parked each of us as we arrived.  We did the laundry as each leg arrived and was parked.  Once everyone was in, we went in town, drove around, then stopped at the Fat Mermaid for dinner.  I had crab cakes and Paul had chicken quesadillas.  Both a bit on the spicey side but still tasty.

      One of our group that stayed back in Anchorage arrived.  They had a manifold gasket replaced.  The other rig had brake issues and we hope they can get back to the group in the next day or two.  Another member of the group had their clutch go out yesterday.  They are towing their vehicle behind their mobile home till they can get it repaired (it was already being towed; just drove it when parked).

2023 Aug 2 (Wed) – We packed up and left Anchorage for Glacier View for one night. The road was really rough and lots of things bounced around.  Almost all of our clothes came off the rod.  Things shifted around in cabinets and we arrived feeling very juggled.

      The caravan sponsored a pizza party in the Grandview Café & RV Park.  They set up 37 seats (2 rigs had mechanical issues and stayed over for the night in Anchorage).  Unfortunately, they put the pizzas on specific tables and people didn’t get to eat some of the kind they asked for when I ordered the pizzas.   We decided the problem was that we gave them too many choices.  Next time, it’s just cheese or pepperoni.  And maybe one other.

2023 Aug 1 (Tue) – We packed up and left Homer today.  It was back to Golden Nugget RV Park in Anchorage for one night.   We rode down Turnagin Arm to see the tide bore.  Joe & Diane picked up their son at the airport tonight.

2023 July 31 (Mon) – It was a free day today.  There was an optional fishing charter for those who wanted to go.  About six of our group went and brought back loads of fish.  As a result, we had an impromptu potluck with halibut tacos.  It was quite tasty.

2023 July 30 (Sun) – Ugh.  I tossed and turned all night long.  Just couldn’t sleep. Finally got up at 4 a.m. thinking I would just sleep up in the lounge chair.  I checked the computer and there I was when Paul got up at 6:30 a.m.  I never did go back to sleep.

      At 7:30 a.m. we went into town for breakfast and to see where the group needed to go for cruise to Kenai Fjords today.  Later, we brought the group down to the dock and we all boarded the boat for a whale watching tour.  We saw orca whales, otters, eagles, and all kinds of sea fowl.  It was a great trip.

2023 July 29 (Sat) – We packed up and left Homer for Seward.   It was rainy and foggy most of the way.  The last 20 miles or so before Seward, we hit road construction where they actually are blasting the road.  They weren’t doing it today but they will be back at in 3 days when we leave.  The road was pretty much torn up.  What a rough ride.

      We got to Seward Military Resort at 2 p.m.  When we checked in, they gave us the list of sites everyone was going into.  They asked that everyone come in to fill out a registration card.  We had them park first then go in to complete the paperwork.  Things went pretty smoothly.

      I was still feeling like crap so I went to bed early.

2023 July 28 (Fri) – It was a free day today.  A few guys went out fishing – Homer is the Halibut Fishing Capital of the World.  They caught lots of fish and we all enjoyed the bounty.  There was a travel meeting at 7p.m.  I know some of us will hate to leave this beautiful place.

      I spent most of the day snoozing on the lounger.  My cough has turned phlegmy.  It still hurts like hell to swallow or cough.  I hope this thing breaks soon.  There’s very little congestion yet you can here that my sinuses are full.  Ugh.

2023 July 27 (Thu) – We took a wildlife tour today.  We caught the Discovery at ramp 3, slip 1 (very confusing for us non-sailors).  Some other people were also on the boat.  The season is short and they must take as many people as they can.

      It was 2-1/2 hours out to the island of Seldovia, 2-1/2 hours exploring the island, and an hour and a half back to the dock.  We had lunch at Jack & Aiva’s.  The place was small but we all managed to find places to sit and eat.  Afterward, we all wandered around the island, checking out the historical buildings.

      During our boat ride, we saw sea otters, orca whales, puffins, kittiwakes, and common murres.  Everyone was quite excited about all our sightings. 

      I developed a dry, hacking cough today.  It is very painful to cough as it hurts my throat terribly.  I have been sucking on cough drops, spraying my throat with Chloraseptic, and downing Tylenol.

2023 July 26 (Wed) - We packed up and left Anchorage for Homer.  The drive was breathtaking.  The mountains, the lakes, the rivers, the wildlife.  It all comes together to take your breath away.  We are staying at Heritage RV Park.  Our campsites are all lined up facing the beachfront.  We look out across Kachemak Bay at the mountains rising on the other side.  It’s been overcast and we watch the clouds cling to the tops and sides of the mountains.  This is such a beautiful site.

      We took the group to Land’s End Restaurant for dinner.  It was a nice resort and we had everyone dress up a little (more than just jeans and t-shirts).  The menu choices were prime rib, chicken, shrimp pasta, and pasta.  Everything was excellent.  The place had a little trouble with staffing and the bar tender walked off for about 20 minutes, supposedly because the credit card machine wasn’t working.  The manager stepped in and served drinks until he returned.

      I woke with a sore throat today.  My tonsils are swollen.  Blah.

2023 July 25 (Tue) – The group went to the Alaskan Native Heritage Center today.  They had several dwellings like those the early natives lived in.  In the main building, they were holding demonstrations on singing and dancing.  It was most interesting.

2023 July 24 (Mon) – Busy day today.  We got up early and went out to breakfast at IHOP.  Then we went food shopping.  After putting the groceries away, we walked the two dogs for members of the caravan who went on a river raft trip today.  Then Johnny & Linda joined us and we drove to the Alyeska Resort and took the tram up to the top of Alyeska Mountain.  We enjoyed the incredible views and had lunch at the Bore Tide Deli & Bar.

      When we got back to the campground, Paul and I walked the dogs again. 

2023 July 23 (Sun) – We took the group to the Alaska Wildlife Conservation Center today.  It was a one-hour walking tour.  The center takes in wildlife that is unable to live in the wild and gives them a permanent home.  There were moose, caribou, reindeer (which are tame caribou), sheep, goats, elk, a very curious porcupine, muskox, wolves, eagle and owl.  They also have wood bison at the center.  They were essentially declared extinct in Alaska until a herd was discovered in Canada in the 1950s.  Alaska asked for some and have been trying to breed and put them back into the wild.  The going is slow but it is happening.  They have about 100 wood bison out in the wild at this time.

2023 July 22 (Sat) – The group took the City Trolley Tour today.  I made a deposit of one-half of the payment.  The tour company had the names of everyone in the group.  When they came to the station, they gave their name and got on the bus.  The clerk checked off their names.  When we get ready to leave, the company will bill me for everyone who took the tour.  Easy peasy!

      We took the standard tour (they offered a deluxe tour for $25 more).  The trolley drove around the city with the very amusing driver/guide telling us about different places and events around the city.

2023 July 21 (Fri) – We packed up and left Denali, arriving at the Golden Nugget RV Park in Anchorage around 2 p.m.  We parked the group as they came in and then enjoyed happy hour together.

2023 July 20 (Thu) – We went to the Husky Homestead for a visit of Jeff King’s home and dog collection.  Jeff has won the Iditarod four times.  He is an excellent storyteller.  He regaled us with the trials and tribulations of dog mushing.  There were equipment and clothing for us to examine.  We also got to hold husky puppies.  They want puppies to get used to being handled by people so all the tour groups get to handle the pups.  It was quite an educational and fun day.

2023 July 19 (Wed) – It was a free day today.  Several of us took an optional excursion on a jeep ride by Denali National Park.  We did not go into the park but drove through wilderness area next to it.  We saw a caribou and swans.  Again.  Not a good day for wildlife sightings.

2023 July 18 (Tue) – The group took a bus tour of Denali National Park today.  We drove to the park, gathered at the bus depot and presented our military cards for a refund of the $15 entrance fee that had been tacked onto our tickets.  The refund came to $540!  At 3:00 p.m., our bus took of for the 42-mile drive through the park.  We saw a ptarmigan and tundra swans.  It was not a good day for wildlife sightings.

2023 July 17 (Mon) – It was a free day for everyone today.  We spent the time getting caught up with pictures, memory book, video and household chores.

2023 July 16 (Sun) – We packed up and left Fairbanks at 7:30 a.m.  It was a long drive to Denali.  After getting everyone parked, we drove over to the Cabin Night Dinner Theater.  We enjoyed a family style meal and entertainment by a very enthusiastic troupe of singers and dancers.

2023 July 15 (Sat) – We took a 3-hour tour on the Riverboat Discovery today.  The tour included a stop at an Athabascan village where we were introduced to reindeer/caribou, a log cabin with cache, sled dogs, and a beautiful coat made of several different kinds of animal fur.  The boat also stopped by the home of a sled dog musher where we saw the dogs take off with a wheeled sled.  A float plane also flew by and demonstrated take off and landing.

2023 July 14 (Fri) – We took a tour of Gold Dredge #3.  The tour started with a guide giving us a talk on the Alyeska Pipeline, which ran right across the front of the arrival area.  The pipeline is on stanchions and everyone could walk under it.  The docent stood on top of the pipeline telling us all about the building and maintenance of the line.  After his talk, we boarded a replica train and rode out over the tundra where the former dredge now sits, unused.  We learned about how the miners plied the waters for gold and where supplanted by the big dredges.  Then we arrived at the center and everyone was given a poke (bag filled with sand and rocks).  We dumped the poke in a pan, mixed it with water while sitting in front of a trough, and swirled everything around until gold flakes revealed themselves.  The lesson on gold panning was entertaining.  Between Paul and I, we got $12 worth of gold flecks.  We gave it to Joe because he accidentally threw his gold away.

2023 July 13 (Thu) – We had a bus tour of Fairbanks today.  We dragged ourselves out of bed to meet the bus at 7:50 a.m.  Paul ran down to the café and got us bagels and coffee for breakfast before meeting the bus.  The guide and drivers were both long-time residents of Alaska.  They were filled with stories of adventure and wilderness tales.  They took us to several places around town, stopping to allow the group to visit the site.  They included the Morris Thompson Museum, University of Alaska Museum of the North, the pipeline, and the North Pole.

      After we got back from our 5-1/2 hour bus ride, we went into town for lunch.  We had pizza at a small place that was empty.  The food was excellent.  We then went shopping for milk at Fred Meyer and dropped off a letter at the post office.  When we got home, I laid down and took a good, long nap.

      At 6 p.m. we barbecued steaks with Johnny & Linda.  We provided the steaks.  They brought potatoes, salad, wine, and dessert.

      A member of the caravan, Liza, left the caravan today.  Apparently, she and her companion, Mary, had a falling out and she just left the group.  Mary is an 80-something former Army nurse driving a camper van.  We’ll have to look out for her.  Another member of the caravan spent yesterday in the hospital.  His stomach has been giving him problems and it was best he get looked at here in Fairbanks where medical help is plentiful.  Better than having a serious issue in one of the smaller towns we will be in.  Turned out he has an abscess in his colon.  He is on antibiotics.   A third member of the caravan got a call from home saying a Navy buddy passed away and there is a celebration of life on Sunday.  He will fly home tomorrow to attend the service, returning Sunday afternoon.  In the meantime, the caravan will leave this campground on Sunday.  We need to coordinate with this campground to allow his wife to stay past check-out time and after we leave.  He’ll get back and they’ll catch up with us later.

      Lots of activity going on with our group.

2023 July 12 (Wed) – Sadly, the couple scheduled to fly up and back cancelled out of their trip because of cloud cover this morning.  I got a note from Joe that everything went well at the hospital yesterday and he is on antibiotics.  That’s good.

      At 11:15 AM, fourteen of us gathered to drive to the airport for our trip up to the Arctic Circle.  We arrived, parked across the street in a gravel parking lot, and reported for our tour.  There was a small gift shop and everyone had to get their souvenirs.  When we checked in, we paid for lunch in Coldfoot and ordered our meal at the Yukon River Camp.  Then we were all assigned to one of three 8-passenger Piper planes.  I got assigned to the co-pilot seat.  We agreed that was appropriate.  Paul got the very back seat in the plane.  It was tight but we took off from Fairbanks and arrived in Coldfoot an hour and 10 minutes later. 

      We were given a bag with all the ingredients for our sandwich and we had to put it together.  They said they did that because the bread would get soggy otherwise.  After lunch, we climbed into 2 small vans at 3 p.m. and began the drive back south, stopping at different places to get out and look.  We stopped at the visitor center (Arctic Interagency Visitor Center) and wandered around the displays for half an hour.  We also stopped at the pipeline and explored the signboards on that.  The road was rough and it was 3 hours of being bumped and bounced around as the van navigated chip seal, ruts, grooves, potholes, dirt roads, and frost heaves. 

      We arrived at the Arctic Circle sign at 6 p,m. and all took time to get our pictures taken.  Then we transferred to a freightliner bus for the remainder of the trip.  The driver stopped in several places for comfort stops at porta potties, a scenic pull out, and a walk through the arctic tundra.  That is very difficult terrain to walk on.  We arrived at the Yukon River Camp at 9:30 p.m. and had our dinner.

      After dinner, we walked down to the Yukon River to look it over.  There was a barge pulled next to the shore, anchored to a bull dozer.  We could see the only bridge in Alaska that spans the Yukon River.  There were beds overflowing with fireweed flowers.  Climbing back into the bus, we continued on our way.  The sky never got dark.  The sunset was 12:11 a.m. and sunrise was 3:15 a.m.  There was just 3 hours between sunset and sunrise.  We wanted to see the northern lights but the sky was too light.  Even though there is a big solar storm happening, the lower states will be able to see them but not us.  We arrived at the airport, got certificates certifying our visit to the Arctic Circle, transferred to our cars, and walked in the door of our RV at 3:00 a.m.  It was a loooooong day.

2023 July 11 (Tue) – We went to breakfast at Family Restaurant.  It was a small diner style place advertising breakfast at $7.95.  Turned out to be without meat.  After breakfast, there was a stop at Fred Meyer Supermarket for groceries then back to the campground. 

      We spent the day working on paperwork and pictures.  At 5 PM, we went to the office to bring whoever was there to the Pioneer Place & Alaska Salmon Bake.  There were two cars, making us a carpool of three cars.  It was just 5 minutes down the road.  When we arrived, everyone else was there and exploring the site or just waiting for us.  We went to the dining hall.  First, I checked in and paid for 35 meals (one couple is sick), then we did a headcount to find another couple missing.  Joe went to the hospital to check out stomach issues he’s been having the past few days.  So I had to rewrite the check for 33 meals.  Then the girl gave us an orientation about how the meal would progress and gave us all our salad and meal dish.  We took places in the hall then got our salads at the salad bar outside.  After that, we went back outside to get the hot sides and entre – choice of salmon, chicken tenders, or prime rib.  The meat choices were huge!  After dinner, it was another trek outside to get dessert – either cheesecake or mousse.  All was good.  

      At 7 PM, we met with the folks going to the Arctic Circle tomorrow.  Just 2 couples are driving in jeeps.  The rest of us are flying up and riding back in a bus.  One couple is flying up and back.  It promises to be a fun day.

2023 July 10 (Mon) – We packed up and left Tok at 7:30 a.m.  It was 206 miles to Fairbanks on fairly decent roads.  There was some construction but not bad.  We arrived to find River’s Edge Resort to be ready for us.  All sites were full hook-up and pull-thru.  A hotel, also owned by River’s Edge, was in walking distance and we had a fine dinner in their Miner’s Hall.  Menu included choice of salmon, elk meatloaf, or vegetable lasagna.  Everything was very good.

      While we waited for the caravan to arrive, Paul drove into town and got the tire fixed.

2023 July 9 (Sun) – We drove the truck to the car wash in the campground.  It is just a power washer with the water running all the time (what a waste).  Paul supplied the bucket, soap, sponge and brush.  We both washed the truck then drove next door to Fast Eddy’s for lunch.  The food was OK.

      We returned to the campground where I finally got caught up with labeling my pictures and updating my blog.  The group went to play games at 5 p.m. and we held the travel meeting at 7 p.m.  It’s off to Fairbanks tomorrow.

2023 July 8 (Sat) – This was a free day for the group.  Several decided to drive to Dawson City (185 miles away) and spend the night there.  Dawson City is an old western mining town that was lots of fun when we visited it 8 years ago.  I am glad some folks were adventurous enough to go for it.  A few others drove to Chicken (about 80 miles away) and touch the Top of the World Highway before turning back.

       We used the time to catch up on sorting pictures, writing the memory book, and just chilling out.  Everywhere you look, folks are cleaning their cars, trucks and rigs off.  There’s been a steady line at the RV/car wash.  We’ll have to get on line.  We did our laundry today.  Then went to the Three Bears liquor and grocery stores to replenish our supplies.  Paul looked for a place to get the tire repaired but this is a small town and nothing looked professional enough to do the job.  He’ll wait until we get to Fairbanks.

2023 July 7 (Fri) – It was a long drive today over terrible roads – 290 miles.  We left at 7:30 a.m.  There were ruts, gravel, dirt, frost heaves and potholes on much of the way.  Road construction filled in the rest of the tribulations.  They were paving the road at the border crossing into Alaska from Haines Junction, Yukon.  It was a delay getting to the crossing, then the agent was annoyed because Paul scraped the headknocker driving into the lane (it was 12’10”; we are 12’10”).  He backed us out of the lane and into the commercial truck lane.  Then we sat there for over an hour waiting for the pilot car to bring cars from the opposing lane before leading us back down the road.  By the time we got going, groups 2 and 3 had arrived at the border, too.  Needless to say, when we arrived at our campground – Tok RV Village in Tok – we had a pile up.  We stacked up RVs while Paul and I tried to figure out where to put everyone.  It was strenuous but everyone got a pull-thru campsite with full hook-up without any injuries.  One of the group took a turn too tightly at one of their stops and knocked down a bollard with the side of his fifth-wheel RV.  Bent the frame of his bedroom slide and ripped the siding of his rig.  We had a flat tire during our trip.  Paul was able to get it changed quickly.

      After we arrived and were trying to get everyone parked after the 8-hour drive, I ran over to the restaurant where we were scheduled to have dinner tonight.  The reservation had been for 5:30 p.m.  I sent a message to Fast Eddy’s Restaurant last night asking to push the time back to 6:30 p.m. because of the extended travel time we would need (folks who came from Alaska to Haines Junctions told us of the poor road conditions).  I got a calendar note showing 6:30 p.m. which, I assumed, meant the request had been approved.  Imagine my surprise when we arrived in Tok and got cell phone signal again to find a voice message saying the time could not be changed.  I grabbed my paperwork and money and went over to the restaurant at 5:30 to plead our case.  At first, the waitress was adamant that the time could not be changed then she said we could slide it a bit and finally, allowed us until 6:30 p.m. to get everyone in.  I called back to the campground and told Paul to tell everyone to get over to the restaurant ASAP.  Three couples did not come over.  We got take-out boxes for them.  Everyone else enjoyed a great salad bar and choice of sausage lasagna, spaghetti with meatballs, or chicken parmesan.  And there was apple pie to boot!

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Janice Lorraine Nash, age 85, of Terre Haute, Indiana passed away on Wednesday, July 13, 2022.

She was born March 12, 1937, in Ayden, North Carolina, to Levi G. and Eva (Pittman) Worthington.

Janice studied at Bob Jones University in Greenville, South Carolina. She married the love of her life, Jerry Nash, on August 23, 1958. She was a devoted wife and mother.

Janice is survived by her loving husband of 64 years, Jerry Nash; two children: Lorraine (Bradley) Jones and Jerry (Sandy) Nash Jr.; and her loving grandchildren: Emily Jones, Amanda Jones, Nicole Jones, Lydia Nash, Stephen Nash, and Victoria (John) Holtgrewe. She is also survived by a sister, Linda Futch.

She was preceded in death by her parents and her daughter, Deborah Nash. Janice was a proud member of the Terre Haute Bible Center. She enjoyed listening to music and being a homemaker, and loved to laugh and spend time with her family, as well as her cats.

Visitation will be held at Roselawn Funeral Home from 5 p.m to 8 p.m on Sunday, July 17, 2022. A Service of Praise will be held at the Terre Haute Bible Center on Monday, July 18, 2022 at 10 am.

Janice will be laid to rest at Lincoln Memory Gardens in Whitestown, Indiana. The family would like to welcome friends to the Mausoleum Chapel at 2pm on Monday, July 18, 2022 at Lincoln Memory Gardens.

In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Terre Haute Bible Center, located at 3219 E. Evans Ave., Terre Haute, IN 47805.

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The Worthingtons

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At night, William visits, along with his parents-in-law, the Worthingtongs

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stackednatural ▸ 28 - 29/327 What’s Up, Tiger Mommy? | 08.02 | 10.10.2012 Back and to the Future | 15.01 | 10.10.2019

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X-Men Abridged: 1969

The X-Men, those dino-obsessed mutants that have sworn to protect a world that hates and fears them, are a cultural juggernaut with a long, tangled history. Want to unravel this tapestry? Then read the Abridged X-Men!

(X-Men 52 - 63) - written by Arnold Drake, Roy Thomas, Linda Fite and Don Heck, drawn by Werner Roth, Barry Smith, Tom Palmer and Neal Adams.

step aside, Wall-E, these Sentinels have nothing on your range of emotions (X-Men 59)

When we last left our X-Men, they were smack-dab in the middle of a big, convoluted plot! Let me refresh your memory:

The X-Men had to beat a hasty retreat;

Polaris had joined her father Magneto

Magneto was injured;

Iceman had quit the team because he still had faith in Polaris;

Eric the Red appeared, making overtures towards Magneto.

And the whirlwind continues! The X-Men (sans Iceman and Cyclops) sneak back into Magneto’s base! Eric the Red reveals himself to be Cyclops! They set a trap for Mesmero! Which is sprung by the wayward Iceman! But he has pertinent information! Lorna is not Magneto’s daughter, she’s just an orphan! Bobby (hilariously) has the papers to prove it!

magneto has now fucked up the relationships he has with all of his children before any of them knew he was their father. mad props (X-Men 52)

Lorna breathes a sigh or relief, glad that she doesn’t have to be evil anymore. (Because obviously, evil is hereditary. And even though she keeps sensing everyone’s ‘evil vibrations’, she stayed with Magneto out of her own volition. SO.) Without Polaris’ power to back them up, Magneto and Mesmero flee.

After this, the X-Men come back to live at the mansion again. No muss, no fuss. Roy Thomas, who’s returning to the book, wastes very little time undoing some stupid decisions made last year. In fact, 1969 has a pretty strong showing, with plotlines flowing almost naturally into one another, a bigger cast and the introduction of one of my favourite villains. It’s pretty palatable.

The one snag is a superfluous issue where the X-Men fight Blastaar and Jean kills someone. (Never comes up again, don’t sweat it.) I wouldn’t even mention it, were it not for this moment where Jean uses some super duper mind machine:

does this remind you of... anything? no? just me then (X-Men 53)

So, anyway, remember Scott’s beloved brother Alex?

i love that jean is all smiles about scotts terrible and all-encompassing ability to repress everything (X-Men 54)

I can sort of understand why that whole third Summers brother was such a huge secret for so long, considering Alex was not even kept a mystery and it still took SIX YEARS for him to be revealed.

Alex is barely introduced before he gets the old plot-bat to the face, getting mixed up in a fight when some pharaoh claims all mutants are pharaohs, being children of the Sun? Apparently, all of them are powered by cosmic rays i.e. the sunlight. Alex is kidnapped, as is Cyclops, and just as Cyclops ponders how happy he is that Alex is not a mutant despite him having the X-Gene, he is attacked by the pharaoh and Alex saves his brother using newly minted energy powers! Oh, the irony.

when I say that I want Alex to wear his old costume, I obviously mean this sexy Egyptian skirt-ensemble (X-Men 55)

Alex and the pharaoh are apparently two sides of the same coin, being charged by the same cosmic rays: when one waxes, the other wanes. The pharaoh locks Alex away in a tomb, cutting him off from those sweet, sweet sunbeams and taking all the power for himself. Like a Power Ranger villain, he grows in size and becomes… the Living Monolith! The X-Men take him down while Alex accidentally blows up the Living Monolith’s temple.

Alex, afraid of his own power, flees into the desert and is apprehended by… the Sentinels?! Surprise, bitch! Lorna is also abducted by them out of her New York apartment. Their next victim is Iceman, and they deliver him to… Larry Trask! (Son of.)

My favorite thing about Sentinels is that, despite the fact that they are objectively huge, they are still able to sneak up on people. Apparently, these murderous periwinkle toaster ovens are so quiet, you only notice when they rip open a roof to get at you. (X-Men 59)

Larry Trask hates mutants because:

They killed his father;

He’s a racist.

Determined not to repeat the sins of his father, Larry has a helmet with which he can use to take direct control of the sentinels, so hopefully they won’t rise up and rebel this time. Somewhere, Asimov is rolling his eyes.

On live television, Larry Trask baits Iceman into attacking him, trying to smear him and mutantkind in general. In the mean time, the Sentinels strike everywhere, taking Unus, Angel, Banshee, the Living Monolith… Even Wanda and Pietro. It´s a literal who´s who of sixties mutandom! The only exempt ones are the Changeling and Magneto, the latter only because he’s been a robot for a while now. Mesmero is just as shocked by this unnecessary retcon as we are.

Just as Larry orders the Sentinels to kill every mutant in the compound (including Bobby, Lorna and Alex), a family heirloom is ripped off his neck. Apparently, this medallion was some kind of protection: the late Bolivar Trask knew little Larry was a mutant and tried to hide this fact from the Sentinels.

The Sentinels turn on Larry faster than you can say “Is being betrayed by AI a hereditary trait?” The X-Men intervene and, after unleashing the might of Havok, they end up in a debate with the Sentinels, turning their own logic against them:

Protecting humans is more important than killing mutants.

So, to protect humanity, they must destroy the cause of mutation.

The Sentinels promptly launch themselves into the sun. Neat.

On a side note, the relationship between Jean and Scott is shelved for now? It seems like they’re dating, but also not? It’s such weird storytelling, especially because their annoying will they or won’t they has gotten so much focus in the past and the relationship between Lorna and Bobby is crystal clear:

Scott. Jean. Is it really going to take Chris Claremont to DTR you two? Fuck’s sake (X-Men 60)

Because Havok’s powers still threaten to overwhelm him, the X-Men contact a former colleague of Professor X… Professor Lykos.

Let me tell you about the sheer, amazing sixties wonder that is Professor Lykos. Originally, Thomas envisioned him as a vampire, but the Comics Code forbade vampires. So, instead, Lykos ends up a human who was bitten by a magical pterodactyl at a young age and who can only survive by draining other people’s life force. He can also hypnotize people into doing his bidding.

Yes.

Lykos suspects mutants might be the cure to his strange, strange ailment, and begins to drain Alex. But to his (and our) sheer delight, he turns into a pterodactyl!

I just love this damn idiot so much (X-Men 60)

Be like Sauron! Choose evil!

The X-Men barely figure in this plot. Ordinarily, I’d be bothered by the fact that these three issues are more about the villain than the heroes, but given that it’s Sauron, I’ll let it slide.

See, Sauron’s tale is a tragic one. Not only is he a weird pterovampire, he is also in love with a sweet girl whose father forbids him from seeing Dr. Lykos, because he is… poor! Gasp! (Those billionaires, not even a doctor is good enough for their daughters.) Sauron, slightly corrupted by his dino-side, realize that it’s a lot easier to just kill Tanya’s father than to impress him by robbing banks for cash.

When he attacks the man and sees the reaction of his star-crossed lover, Lykos realizes Sauron is far too much in control. Sauron is too evil! Lykos/Sauron promptly flees to a cold, distant region, the same place where he got bitten all those years ago, figuring he’ll stay in isolation and starve himself of the human energy he needs. But, just as he is utterly ravenously out of his mind, Tanya finds him! In order to protect her, Sauron sacrifices himself by throwing himself off the mountain… straight into the Savage Land..

The X-Men (sans Angel) follow him into the Savage Land. (It’s unclear why? To retrieve his corpse? Annoyingly, in the next arc, Sauron is not brought up again.) There, they run into Ka-Zar, who’s embroiled in a fight with… prehistoric mutants?

Angel, meanwhile, follows the X-Men in their footsteps, only to end up on the other side of the fight, with a strange white-haired man named the Creator who claims to be the mentor of these Savage Land mutates. Angel pledges him his wings, gets a snazzy new suit and flies off to fight the X-Men. Only then does the man secretly reveal himself: he’s… Magneto! (The true one, not a robot.) And he wishes to rule the savage land!

Angel and the other X-Men briefly fight, but soon the situation is sorted out and the X-Men go and confront the Creator. Magneto, who is way too hammy to ever hide his true nature for too long, reveals himself and the fact that he created these… mutates, including the creepy Brainchild. (He’ll become important later.) The X-Men defeat Magneto and he seemingly dies again.

Without Magneto there, the mutates revert to just being regular cave(wo)men:

I love that Ka-Zar, WHO HAILS FROM THE SAVAGE LAND HIMSELF, has no scruples othering his own kin. (X-Men 63)

The comic accidentally ends on a sad note: the X-Men confessing that they’d give up on their powers in a heartbeat. Not to nitpick, but while I buy that coming from Beast and Cyclops, this issue is less clear-cut when it comes to Jean and Bobby, who have a much better handle on their powers and, more importantly, present as human. It could potentially be an interesting issue to explore, but instead, it is swept under the rug, presenting the team (once again) as a boring but unified front. It remains one of my critiques of this era: the X-Men barely get fleshed out as individuals, other than the broadest of strokes (Leader; Rich Boy; Joker; Smart Guy; Girl). Pity.

Didn’t you take Art History? One thing that has definitely improved is the overall art-style. Artists experiment with panels and splash pages, stepping out of the traditional 2 by 3-grid that Kirby loved so much. It makes the stories more dynamic and, because the writers get more issues to tell their stories, the artists get more space to do their art.

I mean, check this ish out:

Fuck yeah, mental powers represent. (X-Men 57)

Ugliest Costume: None! I really like Havok’s black bodysuit with white stripes and the Sentinels design looks so much less dorkier than before. A+.

Best new character: Sauron, duh. Does he team-up with Dr. Doom at some point? That would be some ham-to-ham combat.

Most audacious retcon: There’s a second Summers brother?

What to read: 57 to 59, which is the plotline dealing with the much improved Sentinels. 60 and 61 if you have a soft spot for vampiric pterodactyls.

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Movie posters for film franchise, Terminator

The Terminator - 1984 Terminator 2: Judgement Day - 1991 Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines - 2003 Terminator: Salvation - 2009 Terminator: Genesis - 2015 Terminator: Dark Fate - 2019

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maybe it’s time for an SDA cuisine series

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Worthington Cream Pinstripe Dress Pants.