#mike merrill

[men-worth-your-time]

Mike Merrill

[blackmensuited]

[magicpotiondaily]

NAACP Image Awards 2023 - fave looks ♥️

~ Elarica Johnson, Ivy-Victoria Maurice, Kennedy Stephens, Quinta Brunson, Psalms Salazar, Patrick Oyeku, Kenya Moore, Melissa L. Williams, Method Man, Marcus Scribner, Mike Merrill, Jermelle Simon, Lil Rel Howery, Janelle Monáe, Blac Chyna, Dominique Thorne, Jimmy Jean-Louis, Gabrielle Union, Shannon Thornton, Kevin Fredericks, Marsai Martin, Kevan Hall, Janelle James, Zendaya, Jerrie Johnson, Kerry Washington, Terrence Howard, Jabari Banks, Kim Lewis, Coco Jones, Solea Pfeiffer, Dannella Lane, Dwyane Wade, Miranda Pak, Regina Hall, Louis Carr

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Tyler Perry to direct Netflix drama, "Straw," starring Taraji P. Henson

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[politicaldilfs]

2024 Gubernatorial DILFs

1st: Incumbent Renominated Gubernatorial DILFS -- Phil Scott, Greg Gianforte, Spencer Cox

Scott and Gianforte are the cream of the crop. Cox is just barely daddy-ish for me. Although, he's anti-Trump which helps. Still, he doesn't hold a candle to his opponent, Brian King:

If we were voting on looks alone, mine would go: Scott, Gianforte, and King.

2nd: Retiring/Term-Limited Incumbent Gubernatorial DILFs

Jay Inslee, Chris Sununu, Doug Burgum, Jim Justice, Eric Holcomb, John Carney, Mike Parson, Roy Cooper

And finally, the remaining DILFs in the 2024 U.S. gubernatorial elections:

North Dakota -- Kelly Armstrong < Merrill Piepkorn

Washington -- Bob Ferguson < Dave Reichert

Delaware -- Matt Meyer > Michael Ramone

West Virginia -- Patrick Morrisey < Steve Williams

And the remaining DILF candidates:

Josh Stein, Mike Kehoe, Mike Braun

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

why does no one ever talk about how rapey the lis2 villains are

[thedaily-beer]

Conshohocken Brewing Mike & Merrill Philly Special Hazy IPA (Picked up at McCaffrey's in Blue Bell, PA). A 3 of 4. Tropical fruit and orange citrus are dominant, and this is clean, simple, and good. Not all that hazy and decently bitter in the finish.

[anon55mystery]

🤛Stand With Animation🤜

LET'S WORK TOGETHER & STOP THEM FROM ERASING OUR AND TODAY'S CHILDHOOD!!!!!

THE ANIMATED SHOWS OF THE 90'S CARTOON NETWORK (The all I could find at least)

The PowerPuff Girls (Craig McCracken)

Dexter's Labotory (Genndy Tartakovsky)

The Moxy Show (Scott Fellows)

Cow and Chicken & I Am Weasel (David Feiss)

Ed, Edd N Eddy (Danny Antonucci)

Space Ghost Coast To Coast (Mike Lazzo, Khaki Jones and Andy Merrill)

Courage the Cowardly Dog (John Dilworth)

90's/ 2000's/ 2010's to 2020's

DON'T LET WBD AND DAVID ZASLAV KEEP REMOVING OUR CHILDHOOD AND TODAY'S CHILDHOOD GENERATION!!! THESE CREATORS DIDN'T NEED AN AI TO MAKE THEIR ANIMATED SHOWS, THEY MADE THEIR SHOWS FUN IN THEIR OWN WAY!!!

[starsarefire824]

Demons of Change & Wildflower Eyes

They ride in silence for a long while after Mike asks for Will’s address. Mike knows the area, past Hawkin’s lab. It’s near Max’s trailer park. Quiet and dead and poor. Mike doesn’t say anything though. And Will doesn't offer up any other directions, assuming Mike already knows the way. Some old song comes on the radio. A mournful, eerie love song from the fifties or something and Will shivers when Mike rolls down the window. Mike notices as he pulls his sleeves over his hands and gathers the hood around his neck. 

“Are you cold?” Mike asks awkwardly into their suddenly heavy silence. 

Will shakes his head as he looks out the window. “No, I’m fine.” 

“Are you sure?” Mike asks again, noticing the way his mouth twitches in discomfort. 

Will looks over at him and a smile spreads across his face. Something soft and sweet and used to hiding sadness. 

“Yeah,” he says again. “I’m fine.” 

Mike works his jaw and turns his attention back towards the double lined country road. He spots an old, familiar barn in the distance. They are coming up on old Merril’s farm. He can smell the sickly sweet stench of cow shit in the breeze. 

He watches the breeze blow the dead tips of corn left unharvested for cattle feed. They are no longer green and lush, but brown and dry and whispering to them in the wind. 

Mike pulls over quickly, dust flying up on the edge of the road as he rolls into the shoulder. 

Will grabs onto the handle of the car. “What are you doing?” he asks urgently, his shoulders gone stiff with alarm. 

Mike shifts his car into park and shrugs off his seat belt and jacket. 

“I have an idea,” he announces with a slight smile, suddenly feeling the need to make the night last longer. To spend a few more moments with this strange boy, on this strange night, the day before Halloween. Maybe there is something in the air. Maybe it’s Hawkins ghosts spurring him on. Maybe it’s Zombie Boy himself. He is a ghost too after all. Will Byers. The queer. The freak. The boy who came back from the dead. 

Troy had lots of conspiracy theories about what happened to him, most of them involving around being kidnapped by some other queer for sexual favors. Says that's what the cops told his dad. Mike isn't sure if he believes any of that, but if Troy only knew they were together. That they had hung out. Well, Mike doesn’t want to think of that right now. He’d be dead. He’d be beaten to a pulp. It’d ruin everything.

Mike shoves the door of his car shut against the thought and stomps over to where the grass meets the cornstalk wall, dirty headlights shining behind him like a spotlight. 

He smiles and turns around. “Come on,” he says, waving Will forward. 

Will is still standing next to the car, hands in his pockets and wearing a leery expression. He guesses that's fair enough.

“Come on!” Mike urges again, feeling desperate to coax Will out of whatever cocoon he’s woven around himself. 

“Mike—“ Will sighs with a nervous smile, looking down the road as if expecting something. “What are you doing?” 

Mike’s eyelids flutter and he stuffs his hands in the back pockets of his worn black jeans. “A race,” he announces with a goofy smile. “We’re gonna race.” 

Will ambles around the front of the humming car and snickers as he stands before him. “A race?” He asks, his thick eyebrows drawing together in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“You and me,” Mike answers matter of factly. What else would he think? “I dare you.”

Before Will can answer Mike’s already counting down. 

“Three!” Mike crouches slightly.

“Two!” His heart beats in his chest.

“One!” He pushes off! Running head on into the sea of dried corn. Mind blank and the dew already soaking the ankles of his pants.

“Mike!” He hears Will’s voice call out. “Mike—- wait !” 

Mike is vaguely aware that Will is behind him. That he's running too.

“Mike!” He calls again, but Mike can feel Will at his back. He’s gaining on him. And so he pushes forward. 

Runs faster. 

“Come on!” He calls back to Will. “Catch me!” 

Mike squints, ignoring how the corn stalks slice his bare arms, his cheek, and the skin along his ribs.

The light of the car has dimmed and he can’t really see in front of him. There’s nothing but the faded blue light cast from the sliver of moon left in the sky. Mike doesn’t know what he’s doing out here, past midnight on a school night trespassing in a forgotten field with the last person he’d ever expected. Yet he is . And he feels alive for the first time in a very long time, and so he pushes forward. Revels in the way his body shivers at the cold and the dew and the stranger’s fingers tugging at his bicep. 

“Mike!” he hears Will call once more before he’s tumbling, the sea of corn turning around him like a shaken up kaleidoscope. He doesn’t know where he ends and the field begins, like when he was nine years old and got caught in a wave when his family went to the ocean on the East Coast one summer. He’s falling and he’s sure that Will is going with him. They twist and turn, hands gripping for dear life and legs flying over their heads. 

The two of them land in a jumbled heap and Mike cries out in pain when he feels something sharp jab him in the ribs. It could be an elbow, a hand, a rock. He isn’t sure. There is something strong gripping his back, fingers prodding at his shoulder blades.

The air is thrown out of his lungs and his gasps turn into laughter. When he lifts his head he can’t breathe, because Will is beneath him, mouth slackened and lungs heaving in his chest, eyes dark and excited and utterly shocked. His breath is hot upon Mike’s cheek as he breathes.

They’re chest to chest and Mike must be crushing him. His pelvis digs into his and the insides of Will’s thighs brush along the sides Mike’s legs. They’re basically hugging, like two lovers screwing in some sun beaten field in one of the romance movies his mother loves. His laughter dies on his lips.

Mike blinks at Will and sighs out. He watches him open his mouth as if to say something, but can't seem to find the words. Mike feels Will’s nails dig in at his back where he’s clung for dear life as they fell. 

Will looks terrified and Mike feels his body go rigid beneath him.  

“You have a cut,” he finds himself saying, his thumb swiping blood across Will’s full bottom lip. It stains it a deep shade of pink and Will breath quivers as much as his body. 

Mike watches his tongue dart out, licking away the blood and leaving his skin wet with spit. The sight of it pulls at him. Lures him, like some fucking siren in one of the poems he read in English class. He brushes a wavy chestnut tendril back from Will’s eyes and…presses his lips to his. It’s almost nothing at first, featherlight. A barely there touch of their lips. Mike’s heart pounds in his chest and he breathes out as he lets his tongue slide along Will’s lip. He tastes like blood and earth and sweet like maple syrup. Then Mike takes hold of his chin and when he feels Will’s fingers press gently at the back of his neck slides his tongue in his mouth in a blood-sticky, slick, and hungry kiss. 

Will hums underneath him and his thighs press into Mike’s sides, making a sharp, jarring ache stampede through his body and he forgets himself. Forgets who Will is. Who he is. Forgets that this isn’t normal. This isn’t right. But he can’t help it. He feels so good. And Will kisses him back and his hand slides gently down his back. Mike wants to press closer to him, he wants to rock his body against him, he wants to lift up his shirt, undo his pants, and feel his skin, press him harshly into the dirt and make his body shake with his mouth. 

But that doesn’t happen. Instead there’s a firm shove at his chest and he’s falling backwards, rolling roughly on to his back, the smell of damp earth and decaying plants twinging his nostrils. Will sits up, his heavy breathing puffing out in thick clouds and eyes the same color as grass and dirt are frenzied and wild. They sit there frozen and staring at each other for Mike doesn’t know how long. 

Mike rests on his elbows and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Sorry,” he mutters, a wave of shame coming over him. You are so fucking stupid. Some kind of nasty faggot. Slut. 

“No,” Will says quietly and Mike peels his eyes away from the ground and forces them to meet Will’s. He’s surprised to find something light tugging at his lips. Almost a smile. 

“Yeah?” Mike sighs, still catching his breath.

Will nods at him and swallows heavily. “Yeah—I mean…I’m just surprised.” 

“You and me both,” Mike says with a cautious smile, wiping his hair back from his face and tucking it behind his ear. 

Will picks at a thread where a patch in his jeans is tearing away. “I should get back though. My mom is probably home from work and freaking out.” 

Mike nods and shoves himself to his feet. He turns to offer a hand to Will. He takes it. 

[justforbooks]

Wayne Osmond

Member of the Osmonds who was a vital part of the family group as a singer, composer and multi-instrumentalist

According to the biographical film Inside the Osmonds (2001), the Osmond family mottoes were: “It doesn’t matter who’s out front, as long as it’s an Osmond” and “Family, faith, and career. In that order.”

Wayne Osmond, who has died aged 73, was never a solo star like his siblings Donny, Marie and Jimmy, but he was a vital part of the family band as a singer, composer and multi-instrumentalist. He shared fully in the Osmonds’ devout Mormon faith, which seemed to enable the group to resist the more outlandish temptations of the show-business lifestyle.

The group first became successful as the Osmond Brothers through TV variety shows, but in the late 1960s they wanted to embrace rock and pop music, despite the misgivings of their father and manager George Osmond. They were given a helping hand by Elvis Presley, who frequently watched them perform in Las Vegas and encouraged the group to adopt matching Elvis-style jumpsuits for their stage shows. After some unsuccessful attempts at recording, the record producer Mike Curb helped them to sign to MGM Records, and arranged for them to record at the renowned Fame Studios in Muscle Shoals, Alabama, with the studio owner and producer Rick Hall.

Their name was shortened to the Osmonds, and their recording of One Bad Apple topped the US singles chart in 1971. It would be their sole No 1 hit in their homeland.

However, it marked the beginning of the Osmonds’ period of international stardom, which provoked almost Beatles-like hysteria among their young fans. In one notorious incident in 1973, part of a balcony collapsed when thousands of people crammed on to the roof of an office block to see the Osmonds arrive at Heathrow airport. Eighteen were injured.

They enjoyed further notable hits in 1971-72 with Yo-Yo, Down By the Lazy River, Hold Her Tight and Crazy Horses. While Wayne never sang lead vocals, he possessed a fine baritone voice, played multiple instruments including the drums, saxophone and lead guitar and also had perfect pitch. “Whenever my brothers wanted the instruments tuned, I was the one they turned to,” he revealed.

He was a regular songwriting contributor and it was his guitar riff that inspired the group to write Crazy Horses. It won enduring popularity among heavy metal fans, with Ozzy Osbourne declaring it to be one of his favourite songs.

Wayne was born in Ogden, Utah, the fourth oldest of the nine children of Olive (nee Davis) and George Osmond. All the siblings were male except Marie (the second youngest). George was a postal worker who had served in the second world war, and both he and Olive were members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, also known as the Mormons, into which all their children followed them.

Wayne was an original member of the family singing group, in which he was joined by his brothers Alan, Merrill and Jay. The two oldest Osmond brothers, Virl and Tom, had both been born with severely impaired hearing and part of the motivation for forming the family band was to pay for hearing aids. Under the strict guidance of their father, in 1958 they began performing as a barbershop quartet, the Osmond Brothers, earning money to sponsor overseas missions for their church.

In 1962 they auditioned for Walt Disney and were invited to appear on Disneyland After Dark, an episode of the TV series Walt Disney’s Wonderful World of Color, where they were seen by Jay Emerson Williams, the father of the singer Andy Williams. This led to them being invited to appear on The Andy Williams Show on the NBC TV network, where they would perform regularly from 1962 to 1967. They earned the nickname “one-take Osmonds”, thanks to their slickly rehearsed performances.

In 1963 their five-year-old brother Donny made his debut on the show, singing You Are My Sunshine, and their sister Marie would appear the following year, aged four. The ninth and youngest Osmond sibling, Jimmy, would also be introduced on the show. Meanwhile in 1963-64, the Osmond brothers joined the cast of ABC’s Western series The Travels of Jaimie McPheeters, which featured the then 12-year-old Kurt Russell. Wayne played the role of Leviticus Kissel.

The Osmonds became one of pop’s biggest phenomena in the early 70s – with their own cartoon series, The Osmonds, in 1972 – but when they released their album The Plan (1973), which attempted to evangelise their Mormon beliefs in song, it failed to reach the US Top 50, after their previous four albums had all reached the Top 30.

It was an early warning that Osmondmania had reached its peak, even though the Mormon church was pleased with the album’s effectiveness in recruiting new members. The spotlight moved on to Donny and Marie, who enjoyed success in the charts and on TV both singly and as a duo. Jimmy Osmond, too, carved out his own niche, having become the youngest artist to have a UK No 1 single with his 1972 hit Long Haired Lover from Liverpool.

The Osmonds’ last big hit was Love Me for a Reason (1974), which reached No 10 in the US and topped the UK chart, and the following year they had another Top 30 success (and a Top 5 UK hit) with The Proud One. In 1994, the Irish band Boyzone reached No 2 on the UK chart with a cover of Love Me for a Reason.

By the end of the 70s it was estimated that the Osmonds were worth $100m and the group dissolved in 1980. However, following a series of financial calamities and being defrauded, they found themselves facing insolvency. Their father George insisted that they would not declare bankruptcy, but would go back on the road and pay off all their debts. Although their record sales had tailed off, they could still play sellout shows in casinos and conference centres.

In 1982, they also scored a couple of Top 30 hits on the US Country chart with I Think About Your Lovin’ and It’s Like Falling in Love (Over and Over).

In 1992 the brothers relocated to Branson, Missouri, and for the next decade performed regularly in the Osmond Family theatre. In 2008 the Osmond family embarked on a 50th anniversary tour.

In 1997, Wayne was diagnosed with a brain tumour. Treatment was successful, but damaged his hearing and caused him to have a cochlear implant. In 2012 he suffered a stroke that left him unable to play the guitar. A second stroke proved fatal.

He is survived by his wife Kathlyn (nee White), whom he married in 1974, their children Amy, Sarah, Michelle, Steven and Gregory, and 20 grandchildren; and by his siblings, Virl, Tom, Alan, Merrill, Jay, Donny, Marie and Jimmy.

🔔 Melvin Wayne Osmond, musician, singer and songwriter, born 28 August 1951; died 1 January 2025

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[dalekofchaos]

Life Is Strange 2 Fancast

LIS fancast

LIS BTS fancast

LIS TC Fancast

Michael Cimino as Sean Diaz

Santiago Segura as Older Sean Diaz

Davi Martins as Daniel Diaz

Hunter Payton Mendoza as Teen Daniel(Parted Ways, Lone Wolf and Blood Brother endings)

Jeff Wahlberg as Adult Daniel Diaz(Redemption ending)

Manny Montana as Esteban Diaz

Elizabeth Yu as Lyla Park

Awkwafina as older Lyla Park

Jeremy Shada as Brett Foster

Graham McTavish as Hank Stamper

Jonah Hill as Brody Holloway

Alley Mills as Claire Reynolds

Alan Dale as Stephen Reynolds

Dean Woodward as Chris Eriksen

Finn Jones as Charles Eriksen

Natalia Dyer as Cassidy/Lucy Rose Jones

Joseph Quinn as Finn McNamara

Devery Jacobs as Hannah Reyome

Alton Mason as Dean Mickael Baptist

Gabriel LaBelle as Jacob Hackerman

Ellie Duckles as Ingrid

Mike Vogel as Anders

Rob Morgan as Merrill

Chris Sullivan as Big Joe

Katherine Heigl as Karen Reynolds

Everleigh Primrose as Sarah Lee Hackerman

Eiza González as Agent Maria Elena Flores

Lance Gross as Joey Peterson

John Goodman as Anton Oates

Rooney Mara as Lisbeth Fischer

Because of tumblr’s new layout with the 30 picture limit, I cannot add more pictures, so here’s the rest.

Brendan Fehr as Nicholas Durand

David Harbour as David Madsen

Ben Affleck as Arthur Peterson

Stanley Tucci as Stanley Petersen

Laura Dern as Joan Marcus

[bylerposting]

what do you mean with the kali thing

Kali + her crew kill that guy on October 28th 1984 - as displayed on the on screen text at the beginning of the episode

The next scene is of Dustin at his house, and the news on television says “A police chase rocked Downtown Pittsburgh earlier this evening” establishing that it is still the evening of October 28th

This means that the next day - which we cut to after Mike+Will go inside the arcade together - should be October 29th.

Except during that day…

When Hopper is investigating the poisoned pumpkins, Merril says to Hopper “This happening the day before Halloween when sales are peaking?”

When the boys are stalking Max, Dustin says to the group “And she shows up at school the day after someone with her same name breaks our top score?”

One implies it’s October 30th. One implies it’s October 29th. Neither of them answer the question.

Not until we get to the footage of Bob filming Joyce making popcorn - where the date reads October 30th. (Bob also says “this is the future” in this scene.)

So it must be October 30th, right? The next episode takes place on Halloween, which is always on the 31st. So it flows right

But what about Dustin’s line? Dustin, who was the character present when they established the October 28th evening at the beginning?

If it was October 29th, why are the boys wearing the same outfit for the entire day?

If this is a simple continuity error, why is there so much talk about Time in this specific episode? I’m typing this on my phone so I can’t get screenshots yet, but watch it and take note of every time a character talks about time. Seriously - there is a lot.

For example: Hopper and Ms. Holland both losing track of time and being late for dinner; “I was going to make that baked ziti you guys liked so much but I just… forgot about the time and before you know it. Oh my god it’s 5:00.”

Joyce saying to Will “I’m going to pick you up in 2 hours. That’s 9:00 on the dot.”

Mike saying “It’s day 352. 7:40 P.M”

Working on a much bigger post where I point out everything and include screenshots but this is the basic gist of things.

[usafphantom2]

F-100 Thunderbird pilot tells the story of when his Super Sabre exploded during the Bomb Burst after the wings came off due to fatigue damage in the wing center box

Developed as a follow-on to the F-86 Sabre used in the Korean War, the F-100 was the world’s first production airplane capable of flying faster than the speed of sound in level flight (760 mph). The prototype — the YF-100A — made its first flight on May 25, 1953, at Edwards Air Force Base, Calif. Of the 2,294 F-100s built before production ended in 1959, 1,274 were Ds, more than all the other series combined. The Super Sabre had its combat debut in Vietnam where it was used extensively as a fighter-bomber in ground-support missions such as attacking bridges, road junctions and troop concentrations.

The US Air Force “Thunderbird Flight Demonstration Team” operated the F-100C from 1956 until 1964, when they made the transition to the F-105. However, problems with the F-105 caused them to change back to the F-100 (D variant) before they completed the 1964 demonstration season.

As told by Ted Spitzmiller in his book Century Series The USAF Quest for air supremacy 1950-1960, one in-flight airframe failure of a Thunderbird F-100D occurred during a performance over Laughlin Air Force Base near Del Rio, Texas, on Oct. 20, 1967. The pilot was future Air Force Chief of Staff Merrill A. “Tony” McPeak, flying #6, a solo position. In his own words (from “Tony McPeak Story”):

“…We approach the climax, the signature Bomb Burst. My job is to put ‘pigtails’ through the separating formation, doing unloaded, Max-rate vertical rolls…. I start the aggressive [6.5-G] pull into the vertical—and the aircraft explodes…. Any F-100 pilot who hears a loud ‘BANG!’ automatically thinks, ‘compressor stall,’ and unloads the jet to get air traveling down the intake in the right direction. … SO INSTINCTIVELY, the explosion causes me to relax stick pressure to unload the airplane… [but—] That’s no compressor stall!!…

F-100 Thunderbird pilot tells the story of when his Super Sabre exploded during the Bomb Burst after the wings came off due to fatigue damage in the wing center box

“In retrospect, the airplane had already unloaded itself, making my remedy superfluous, but there was some pilot lore at work here. No matter what else happens … fly the airplane. Forget all that stuff about lift and drag and thrust and gravity, just fly the damn airplane until the last piece stops moving. Good old 55-3520 has quit flying. But I have not.

“Now there’s fire, and I don’t mean just a little smoke. Flames fill the cockpit. I have to eject. I grab the seat handles and tug them up, firing the canopy and exposing ejection triggers on each side of the handles. I yank the triggers and immediately feel the seat catapult into the slipstream. …”

He lost his helmet in the high-speed bailout, but landed safely – despite a damaged parachute. He talked to Mike Miller, Thunderbirds narrator, who said “maybe we should leave ‘that thing, whatever it is,’ out of the show sequence.”

McPeak: “That’s when I learn I’d pulled the wings off the airplane.

“After I jumped out, my aircraft continued on a ballistic trajectory, scattering parts and equipment along the extended flight path. Most of the engine and the main fuselage section impacted about 2 miles downrange from my initial pull-up spot. All the bits and pieces landed on government soil, and there was no injury or property damage. My aircraft was destroyed—I signed a to hand-receipt for $696,989—but if there is a good kind of accident, this was it. Nobody was hurt, and all the scrap metal was collected for post-game analysis.

F-100 Thunderbird pilot tells the story of when his Super Sabre exploded during the Bomb Burst after the wings came off due to fatigue damage in the wing center box

“The F-100’s wings mate into a box at the center of the fuselage, the strongest part of the airplane. When my aircraft’s wing center box was inspected, it was found to and have failed. North American Rockwell, the manufacturer, tested the box on a bend-and-stretch machine, and it broke again at an equivalent load of 6.5 G for the flight condition I was at when the wings departed.

“Later, specialists discovered considerable fatigue damage in the wing center boxes of other Thunderbird aircraft. USAF immediately put a 4 G limit on the F-100 and initiated a program to run all the aircraft through depot modification to beef up the wing center box. My accident almost certainly saved lives by revealing a serious problem in the F-100 fleet.”

The Thunderbirds performed with the D series from July 1964 until November 1968, when they upgraded to the F-4E Phantom II.

Century Series The USAF Quest for air supremacy 1950-1960 is published by Schiffer Publishing and is available to order here.

F-100F print

This print is available in multiple sizes from AircraftProfilePrints.com – CLICK HERE TO GET YOURS. F-100F Super Sabre – Wild Weasel 50th Anniversary, 2015 – 50 Years of YGBSM! 58-1226, 35th TFW, 614th TFS

Photo credit: U.S. Air Force

Dario Leone

Dario Leone is an aviation, defense and military writer. He is the Founder and Editor of “The Aviation Geek Club” one of the world’s most read military aviation blogs. His writing has appeared in The National Interest and other news media. He has reported from Europe and flown Super Puma and Cougar helicopters with the Swiss Air Force.

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

Hazy Shade

by weird_witchcraft

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, The Party (Stranger Things), Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Jim "Chief" Hopper Additional Tags: Stranger Things 2, Season/Series 02, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, What if?, POV Eddie Munson, Gay Eddie Munson, Good Babysitter Steve Harrington Words: 5,071 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

Eddie stumbles into Merrill’s farm late at night on Sunday, November 4th, 1984 and runs into the last person he’d expect to see: Steve Harrington.

[myhauntedsalem]

Pomeraning House Haunting

The story of the Pomeraning house in the small farming town of Saginaw County, Michigan, is not well known, but it definitely should be. Reports of haunting in this home have been reported since the late 1970s but rarely has it been examined as Steve Shippy’s Travel Channel show ‘Haunting in the Heartland’ does. The show features a farmhouse on Dice Road about four miles north of Merrill.

The distraught homeowners sought help after their granddaughter Aidabelle is driven out by some seriously eerie incidents where the spirits seem to be targeting her. Unexplained scratches, black smoke, mysterious footprints and a presence just not allowing her to live inside the home, this haunting is right out of James Wan’s ‘The Conjuring’, just the first one though.

Currently, the home is occupied by the Midcalf family and their granddaughter. All of them have described strange occurrences in the house from feeling locked out of a room due to an unseen force or seeing black smoke come out of nowhere, making it impossible to see. One such occurrence is said to have happened to Josh, the son of Celeste and Mike Midcalf. One night when he was in the kitchen, he was forced to sleep on the counter after a presence refused to let him pass and go up to his room. He had seen black smoke fill the room and he was unable to scream for help.

Records and media reports from earlier have shown similar things happening in the house wherein a boy almost died of suffocation. There have also been incidents of constant unexplained pounding sounds near the home that left the local and state police absolutely baffled. There have also been reports of a toilet paper roll catching fire with no accelerants around and burnt in such a way that it was humanly impossible for it to get the amount of oxygen it did – enough to fill the room with smoke. Police from different agencies and university researchers even stayed overnight in the house, and deputies staked it out on several occasions. Priests, a K-9 unit and a paranormal expert from Sweden were also called in for the investigation. However, none could explain the mysterious occurrences.

The history of the home dates back to 1845 to the town of Iva, where the structure used to be the only general store within a good few miles. Located at Iva and Dice roads, it was a hub for the community that was yet to be incorporated in the nearby areas, where people were buying land and clearing the area for farming. The tiny town was hit with the smallpox plague and instead of getting help, they were forcefully shut inside their home and the town set on fire. Men, women, and children affected could have been burned alive or left to die miserable, terrifying deaths.

Shippy, whose rapper stage name is “Prozak,” told the Detroit Free Press: “I don’t know that I’ve ever seen any case that could remotely come close to the police reports, to the documentation, to the eyewitnesses of what happened in Merrill, and to me, it’s definitely one of the most shocking cases in paranormal history.”

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY to The 1998 Khmer Rouge apology, Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers’s first movie FLYING DOWN TO RIO (1932), Gali Atari, Baltimore artist Eric Block, Mayor Tom Bradley, singer-songwriter Ed Bruce, Pablo Casals, Bernard Cribbins, Rick Danko, Ted Danson, Yvonne Elliman, Marianne Faithfull, Neil "Spyder" Giraldo, New Orleans clarinetist Willie Humphrey, Scott Joplin’s 1902 song “The Entertainer,” Bollywood actor Rajesh Khanna, Jude Law, Franz Liszt’s 1857 symphonic poem "Die Hunnenschlacht,” jazz-Celtic singer Laurel Massé, Clyde McCoy, Dina Merrill, Mary Tyler Moore, Matt “Guitar” Murphy, cellist-composer Kiyoshi Nobutoki, Glen Phillips (Toad the Wet Sprocket), Paula Poundstone, Cozy Powell, rockabilly DJ/singer-songwriter Glenn Reeves, Jim Reid, The San Francisco Symphony, Marco Antonio Solís, Barbara Steele, The Supremes’s 1965 single “My World is Empty Without You,” Ray Thomas (Moody Blues), “Billy” Tipton, Jo Van Fleet, Jon Voight, Roger Voudouris, and my friend and musical compadre “Easy” Mark Tomeo. I lack photos of Mark and I together, so I grabbed pivotal images from Mark’s fascinating career as a champion of pedal steel, resonator, and twang guitar + singer-songwriter. He was in the Grammy-nominated “New Wave cowboy” band Rubber Rodeo (shown here)—in the 80s RR played at Mabuhay Gardens in San Francisco while I just happened to be lurking nearby. The world got smaller when Mark and I met in Pennsylvania, performing and recording with Ben Kaplan, some Badlees-spinoff projects, and extensively with the band Neon Cactus. Circa 2000 I was working with Davy Jones (Monkees) on his JUSTME series of original recordings. Davy wanted a pedal steel guitarist, and I summoned Mark. Here’s “Hold Me Tight,” a Tex-Mex samba we did; the Mike Nesmith-ian arrangement was Davy’s idea: 

Meanwhile HB EMT. By the time I get to Phoenix anything can happen…

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