#thejournalist

[scoupsahoy]

r/relationships

i think i might be falling for my straight friend?

notBanished • 9 hours ago • sex

I (22m) have been close my straight best friend (21m) for a few years now, especially after a near-death experience we had together (not important) and we've been hanging out more and more. He knows that I'm gay, and has never been weird about it. But the past few weeks it's almost like he's been coming onto me? I don't know how to tell him that I'm attracted to him, especially considering lately he's been very physically affectionate and even initiating (platonic) sexual situations? It's confusing and definitely not platonic for me anymore and I don't want to ruin the friendship. What should I do?

Edit: I've gotten a lot of comments insisting he's not straight, but I've known him for a while and I feel like he would have told me. I know straight guys do stuff together sometimes just because it's fun, but especially because he's constantly telling me how much he loves me and stuff, I think it's really getting to me.

comment from madmax: are you a fucking idiot

comment from l8rsinclair: are you a fucking idiot

comment from amERICA: are you a fucking idiot

comment from dustinthebanished: are you a fucking idiot

comment from wheelzer: i would tell him if you feel like he's leading you on bc this is pretty normal dude stuff

comment from willthewise: waiting for an update!

comment from thejournalist: talk to him

comment from robinhood: if this is who i think this is i'm coming to your house and burning it down. again. you are both idiots.

[lestudio1-bernardbujold]

#thejournalist #imagination

#journalism #journalist

THE IMAGINATION OF JOURNALISM

"The history of mankind is better understood if we admit that what differentiates man from animals is the power of imagination. All of humanity is based on imagination and the acceptance of this imagination by humans. Religions, governments, companies, the economic and financial system, journalism, and so on. Journalism is a concept like all the other concepts in our society. It is a tool of society, provided we are willing to consider it as such, and its reality depends solely on our acceptance of its role. Entertainment or the science of truth?

The definition of journalism depends on the user's beliefs and imagination!

[levantindesign]

Новая локация в Киеве, в здании союза журналистов, - The Journalist , в которой расположились наши стулья DEWY и не только😍😉

[yanarchy072]

・ ・ A Netflix Series『新聞記者』観はじめた。 ・ おお〜〜！！あの、森○問題にキリコミを入れているねえ。 でも、Netflixで全世界配信するほど日本以外で話題になっているのかねえ？ ・ #新聞記者 #TheJournalist #藤井道人 #MichihitoFujii ・ #米倉涼子 #RyokoYonekura #綾野剛 #GoAyano #横浜流星 #RyuseiYokohama #吉岡秀隆 #寺島しのぶ ・ #望月衣塑子 #河村光庸 #スターサンズ #StarSands ・ #ドラマ #TVseries #ネットフリックス #Netflix #instadrama #dramagram ・ #映画 #movie #ビバムビ #instamovie #moviestagram #instagood #instapic (Tokyo Japan) https://www.instagram.com/doggy0791yanarchy/p/CYrK1VGLbOR/?utm_medium=tumblr

[laguanrodgers]

Enormous thanks to @buffalospree for yet another stage to showcase my work. In my heart of hearts I enjoy working on human interest pieces and finding those everyday stories among us. Thank you @motivationontherise for allowing me to record bits and pieces of your world. The little journalist from Central Park East Side of Bflo, NY is grateful to you and those who helped me put together your puzzle pieces. #createtorelate #wintheday #buffalospreemagazine #motivationstillrising #indiewriter #buffalony #buffalove #thejournalist #lookmanohands #runnerlife #runwritelove #prelives #buffalorunners #7run6 (at Buffalo, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRpY1qdrko4/?utm_medium=tumblr

[crazylzp13]

I just finish up playing my favorite PC/Laptop game which is Bugsnax : D 1st Image: A frog in the wheelbarrel 2nd Image: Cactriffy with a blue shell pretending that its a imbodiment of wambus 3rd Image: A orange shell imbodiment of The Journalist 4th Image: I might’ve Shell flip(Bottle Flip) it 5th Image: Time To Go Back Home

[paysagesinterieurs]

/Texte 276 : conversation entre Julie Mehretu et Ugochukwu-Smooth C. Nzewi

[archived-deadpoolxandxfriends]

OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS

repost, do not reblog!

Tagged by: @imxthexhandler

Tagging: @brightengale, @witchgoddesshero, @thecharmedmechanic, @nxtsoordinary (wanda?), @leaguexofxherxown (harley?), @musesfrommanyworlds (herc?), and anyone else who fancies a go

Putting this under a read more because of length!

FIRST: Eddie Brock

APHRODITE / LOVE.

laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger

APOLLO / SUN.  

glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account

ARES / WAR.  

armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath

ARTEMIS / WILDERNESS.  

keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, dishevelled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling

ATHENA / WISDOM.  

discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armour that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colours, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes

DEMETER / HARVEST.

soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air

DIONYSUS / MADNESS.  

drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause

HEPHAESTUS / CRAFTSMANSHIP.  

the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles

HERA / MARRIAGE.  

resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold

HERMES / MESSENGER.  

devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers

POSEIDON / SEA.  

storm with skin, colourful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow

ZEUS / SKY.  

thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch

NEXT: Max Montague

APHRODITE / LOVE.

laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger

APOLLO / SUN.  

glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account

ARES / WAR.  

armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath

ARTEMIS / WILDERNESS.  

keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, dishevelled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling

ATHENA / WISDOM.  

discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armour that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colours, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes

DEMETER / HARVEST.

soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air

DIONYSUS / MADNESS.  

drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause

HEPHAESTUS / CRAFTSMANSHIP.  

the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles

HERA / MARRIAGE.  

resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold

HERMES / MESSENGER.  

devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers

POSEIDON / SEA.  

storm with skin, colourful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow

ZEUS / SKY.  

thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch

[escut-dfinamor]

How exactly did Gampi's parents die?

The page comes up as soon as you search. Scans of an old newspaper.

Headline; tragic fire at orphanage. You read the article, and at the end there is mention of the deaths of staff and donors.

Headline; shooting at opera house after party; three dead. In the list of people lost are an actress, her friend, and the shooter.

Headline; Get to know Kalos’ newest elite four member! It contains a basic profile and a photograph of a much younger Gampi Wikstrom. It also has an interview. Thejournalist mentions being the sole heir at a young age.

[afternoonspeaker-2021-1]

新新聞周刊

2014年2月25日

 ·

本刊1993年310期「連戰到底有多少財產」一文中所指出的，「台灣連戰的資產非由祖傳，而由自己累計賺得，在連震東去世至今短短六、七年間，連戰的財產累計到200億元，即使是靠點石成金，連戰夫婦拿著那根『魔杖』四處點石，六、七年間要點出200億元，恐怕也要點得很累。」

連戰被提名任行政院長後，立委和民眾要求連戰公布個人財產。但連戰以「法無明定」為藉口，一直拒絕公布。

然後文章中的房地產，都是以1993年的市值計算，現在是多少.......只��說非常可觀！

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連戰個人及其妻子方瑀在一九八九年的納稅資料，保守的估計，其帳面上的財產超過百億元新台幣，而實際財產則遠遠超過帳面上的記錄。

以連戰主要財產之一的台北市中山北路五段福林橋頭的兩棟大樓來看，屬於連戰名下的只有其中的一部分，但是事實上這兩棟大樓所有權，幾乎都是連戰的，只是不用連戰和方瑀的名字登錄，而是用女兒或岳母等其他親人的名字，有的則是由連戰的專職管理人員與租戶簽定租約。

擁有的這兩棟大樓，靠收租金，連戰即可年收入數千萬元。兩棟大樓之一的四樓中的一戶租給「調查局台北市調查處士林調查站」為辦公室，月租金即達十五萬元。據估計，這兩棟大樓的月租收入可達三五○萬元，年租金則高達四二○○萬元。

而這兩棟大樓只是連戰的主要財產之一，在連戰帳面上的房產散布在台北市其他各處的還有九棟房屋，其中包括位於台北市敦化南路近兩萬坪的自家住宅。

就「帳面」上的數字統計，在連戰及其妻子方瑀名下，位於台北市內的房產，共計有21筆，總面積達1681.89坪，以台灣當前的市價每坪大約35萬元新台幣計算，接近六億元新台幣，如果將非連戰名下但屬於連家家產的房產也算在內的話，金額將會增加數倍，僅中山北路兩棟十二層的大樓，預估市價就超過二十億新台幣。

連戰除了擁有令人驚訝的房產之外，在台北所擁的地產也相當可觀，使他所擁有房產不得不相形遜色。在寸土寸金的台北市，連戰在「帳面」上所擁有的土地面積超過兩萬坪。在一九八九年國稅局的資料中，登錄在連戰名下的財產稅籍編號為150070213000號中就有六筆土地合計共有699.45公頃，約合20250坪。

兩萬多坪的土地有多大呢？以台北市民一戶住宅30坪來計算，是30坪房屋面積的675倍。如果拿來蓋成十二層大樓的住宅，每戶30坪，將可建成8100戶住宅，以每戶四口人計算，將可輕鬆解決32000多市民的居住問題，若以人們比較熟悉的足球場來相比，一個標準足球場大約有1800多坪，連戰在台北的土地面積超過了10個標準足球場。

如此遼闊的土地面積，座落在擁擠的台北市區，其價值無法計算。這種情形只有美國西部開拓史上的土豪巨富才可以比擬。美國西部拓荒者通常以射箭來劃定土地所有權，但是即使是大力士，恐怕也很難一箭射達10座足球場之遙。連戰名下最大的一筆地產面積廣達361公畝，約合10920坪，這麼大一片土地，足夠蓋上一所頗具規模的學校。

除了連戰名下的六筆土地之外，方瑀的名下也有一筆財產稅籍編號為150070213000號的土地，面積也有1185.5坪。總計連戰夫婦名下，在台北市的土地面積有21435坪多。據台灣報刊評估，兩萬餘坪土地按台灣當前市價計算，價值約在二百億元新台幣。

大手筆的證券投資

連家除了擁有龐大的房地產之外，在有價證券方面投資的範圍也很大，主要是在台北中小企業銀行、彰化銀行和台灣水泥。

一九九三年二月中旬一家報紙，在連戰被提名任行政院長後，報導了一則消息，稱股市大幅攀升，在全部200多種股票中三商銀和北企等四種股票漲幅均列前矛，分居前四名，彰化商銀漲幅為21.43％，華銀為20.33％，一銀是19.79％，北企則是17.81％。這四種股票連戰家族都有，尤其連家是北企的大股東，包括連震東、趙蘭坤、連戰、方瑀均先後擔任過北企的董事，所以其家族持有北企股的數目是最多的。

該報還報導，根據三商銀股東名簿所登錄的資料，連戰確實持有三商銀的股票，其中華銀股有7~9萬股，彰銀和一銀股均為5萬股左右，至於北企股的數量，有人估計連家擁有189萬股，市價在一億元元新台幣以上。自一九八五年連方瑀繼承其婆母趙蘭坤擔任了“北企”的董事。

由於連戰夫婦善於理財，在股票投資上，為了節稅及敏感理由於一九八七年六月以鄭耀明的名義成立永勝投資公司，並將他們的股票轉了一部分至永勝公司的名下。由此可見，他們擁有的北企股票絕對在189萬股以上。

相同的在連戰夫婦名下的三商銀股票雖然不多，不過若再加上永勝投資公司所擁有的，恐怕也在百萬股以上。

可見連家的財富主要是因為擁有大批的台北市的珍貴土地，連戰夫婦名下，在台北市的土地面積有21435坪多。兩萬餘坪土地按台灣當前市價計算，價值約在二百億元新台幣。加上其擁有的股票，真的是嚇死人的財產。

[pupil-of-law]

mettleborn·:

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Keeping the pistol protectively raised, under the pretenceof it remaining loaded, Cavendish huffs out a thankful gasp of laboured breath ashe realises the bullet has not struck Sebastian and has merely doused the youngLord in a little blood, pledged from a wound sustained by another.  Watching while Lord Reed relives himself ofwhat many would consider a small fortune, one which seems to have satisfied thebrutes that set upon them, William, whilst relieved, still feels a most heinoussense of embarrassment at the whole thing. The Earl has no doubt that should thegun have been fully loaded, he would have probably fired the remainder of thebarrel straight at the rabble, until emptied. Not for robbing Sebastian but aspenance for striking him from behind in such an uncouth manner, giving him notime to adequately defend himself. Glancing over at Sebastian, he can’t helpbut wonder if the young Lord believes he saved his life tonight. One couldargue it to be the case of course, but Cavendish decides to play it littlemind, preferring not to find himself indebted to such a man. It was an ill fatethat meet them both, nothing more.

Reaching up to touch his wounded head, William is served atimely reminder that he left his hat in the club as his fingers gingerlycirculate around the large, bruised lump now beginning to form around a cutthat whilst wet, does not seem to be profusely bleeding. Accepting Sebastian’sassistance, the Earl unsteadily finds his feet and remains silent a moment ashe concentrates on remaining upright. He too saw Monsignor Bell abandon them tothis violent fate, but unlike Sebastian, William is not shocked by it, no;rather only angered and already the cogs in his concussed mind are beginning toturn as he considers what kind of punishment he might exact on the man.  

“As is most of life, Sebastian.” William finallyreplies solemnly, as he slowly makes his way out of the side street, backtowards safer, more public ground, pausing every now and again to brace himselfagainst the wall. Glancing in the direction of the fleeing muggers, then backtowards the club, it is clear Cavendish is concocting a plan; a state ofcalculation that, in truth, not many have ever been privy to. With his eyesnarrowed, he licks his lips as this thumb and forefinger repeatedly rubtogether in an absentminded motion.

“I will take care of this, all of this.” Heassures, darkly, before bursting into a stride, beckoning Sebastian to followwith a languid flick on his wrist. Calling over his coach parked across the road, near the docks, he points to the door. “You’re covered in blood, get inside before someone sees you.”

Swiftly closing the door behind Sebastian, hushed wordsare spoken to his driver, who immediately disappears into the club, returningwith Cavendish’s hat and a man in a flat cap with a conspicuous scar cut down theentire length of one side of his face. More hushed words are exchanged and withthe shake of the scarred man’s hand, William’s smile finally returns.

Knowledge of Monsignor Bell’s bastard child, born to a girlof no more than fifteen, only a few years ago, will break tomorrow morning. Thejournalist will be located and floated to the bottom of the Thames, out ofsight and out of mind, whilst the men who attacked them tonight will be hunteddown like dogs and fed to the pigs by Chinese associates of the scared man,associates Cavendish need not know nor ever meet. Such retributive actions may well bring Cavendish satisfaction;however, they also mean he will have to leave London tonight, at once.  Entering the cab, William settles down in hisseat opposite Sebastian, before gently placing his hat beside him. Pulling acrisp, white handkerchief from his pocket he softly hands it to the young lord.

“Perhaps you should clean yourself up.” He suggests,as he glances back towards the entranceway of the club. “I’m sure yourealise you cannot return home in the Duke’s coat, it is covered in blood.” He falls silent for a moment as he considers it; the invitationthat is likely to be scoffed at like a foul offence and yet still, he findshimself offering it to Sebastian anyway, suspecting the man has few alternativeoptions, given the generally uncorrupted company he tends to keep. 

“I intend to return to Cornwall tonight, it is not wiseto remain in London, I’m sure you’ll agree. My servants could launder thejacket and would not question your appearance at Trematon, they’re verydiscreet…”

Quite where this protective impulse is coming from, the Earlisn’t quite sure, they are not kindred spirits, not in the least, but inCavendish’s mind they are not quite enemies either; surely they are somethingelse entirely now?

“I am not going to beat around the proverbial bush withyou Sebastian, the events that will transpire over the next twenty-four hours…”It is difficult to explain without incriminating himself entirely and so Williamimmediately halts mid-sentence, deciding to take a different tack. “I wouldrecommend that you leave London tonight, right now in fact, either with me, orown your own.”

In all the hurry and confusion, it was not until the moment he ducked into the cab and sought his reflection in the window that Sebastian noticed the blood Cavendish was talking about at all. With a frown of shock, he turned his jaw slightly to apprehend the extent of it. A smattering of red across the cheek and dark patches seeping into the Duke’s coat. Before he could turn back and tell Cavendish that he had to change, the door was slammed shut and instead he shifted across the seat to harken to the clamour of voices outside.

He could make out little of Cavendish and his company. The figures fluctuated in their distinctness from moment to moment, melting into the dense gloom that surrounded them. The depth of field minimal, mostly Sebastian could only see the stiff movement of Cavendish’s likely bruised arm or a glimpse of his profile pass into view momentarily like a face in a Caravaggio. But the tone of the conversation was easy to pick up over London’s din. Cavendish was expending all the cunning and earnestness of his nature on whomever he was dictating these complicated orders, and when the door opened again Sebastian drew back into his corner just in time to create the illusion he had not been listening.

He tried to keep the colour from draining from his face as Cavendish, his voice now rather more brusque even if it was not directed at Sebastian himself, furnished him with the suggestion and the handkerchief. He took it and wiped gratefully at the spatter of blood which, in singular contradiction of the rest of him - the untouched skin and delicate, expensive clothes - made him feel as if he were a character in a warrish opera. His mind fell uneasy; and he answered briefly ‘Yes, I realise.’ He nodded resignedly to all of Cavendish’s precautions, for though there was no arguing with them, it was a depressing prospect to have to really believe they were happening.

It was the invitation to Trematon Castle, the seat of a few of his more premature fantasies of having wolves set upon the Cavendish family to tear through the residence destroying every coat of arms, human specimen and moveable heirloom in sight, that took him by surprise. There was a strange kind of temptation to the idea of seeing it with his own eyes. Certainly no other member of his family for decades now had done so. And the Earl was right, it was about as far from prying eyes as he could hide himself. An awkward nod assented to the plan, and he felt the carriage’s wheels spraying up the rainwater from the cobbles. ‘I dread to think what word has reached home already. I suppose you may be assured that I’ll be off the case of your prosecution.’ But despite the undeniable bitterness of his comment, Sebastian’s mind was elsewhere.

‘I don’t understand what happened,’ he said, amateurly masking his fixation with a tone of academic nonchalance. ’That man, Monsignor Bell, he hardly saw you move. He must have seen it as though you were near death, and he did nothing.’ That splinter of rebellion was back at Sebastian’s side; all William had told him about the truth of their families’ dispute, all those girls in the club had said and all the corruption he’d seen there; now the hateful snobbery of the Monsignor too. In truth, Sebastian had always felt suffocated by them all. ‘It’s hypocrisy,’ he said. And then, a second question rose into his mind. ‘…What was he even doing there in that place?’

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Dems Unveil Bill To Protect Journalists. The So-Called Threat Is Stupid

Dems Unveil Bill To Protect Journalists. The So-Called Threat Is Stupid

from Townhall of March 12th

by Beth Baumann

A handful of Democrats on Tuesday introduced the Journalist Protection Act, which makes it a federal crime to cause bodily harm to a journalist or intimidate him or her from gathering information for a news report. The bill was brought about by Rep. Eric Swalwell (CA), Sen. Richard Blumenthal (CT) and Bob Menendez (NJ). 

Rep. Eric Swalwell, first rate…

[lestudio1-bernardbujold]

#journalists #thejournalist JOURNALISTS ARE THE STARS -

«Urban media journalists are increasingly becoming entertainment artists, rather than mirrors of society and its life, as regional media still are. Urban journalists are fast becoming stars, and the more adored they are, the wider their audience and the more essential they become to their respective media. American journalists such as Sean Hannity and Tucker Carlson are a case in point. Big media stars become an integral part of the media, and Tucker Carlson’s case is proof of this. When his media company, FOX NEWS, terminated his contract in May 2023, the audience in his time slot immediately fell to a few hundred thousand, whereas with Carlson the audience reached over 3.2 million listeners every evening.

Americans, in particular, have developed the concept of celebrity, and with social media, stardom has become the goal..."»

Excerpt: THE JOURNALIST by Bernard Bujold

LES JOURNALISTES SONT LES VEDETTES -

« Les journalistes des médias urbains deviennent de plus en plus

des artistes du divertissement plutôt que des miroirs de la société et de sa vie comme le sont encore les médias en région. Les journalistes urbains deviennent rapidement des vedettes, et plus ils sont adulés, plus leur auditoire est vaste et plus ils deviennent essentiels pour leur média respectif. On peut prendre en exemple les journalistes américains tels Sean Hannity ou Tucker Carlson. Les vedettes des médias deviennent partie intégrante du média et le cas de Tucker Carlson est la démonstration de cette situation. Lorsque son média, FOX NEWS, a mis fin à son contrat en mai 2023, immédiatement l’auditoire de sa plage horaire est tombé à quelques centaines de milliers alors qu’avec Carlson l’auditoire atteignait chaque soir plus de 3,2 millions d’auditeurs.

Les Américains ont beaucoup développé le concept de la célébrité et avec les médias sociaux, le vedettariat est devenu l’objectif à atteindre...»

Extrait - LE JOURNALISTE par Bernard Bujold

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[yanarchy072]

・ ・ #staysafe #socialdistancing #withコロナ #newnormal ・ #観逃し映画 #おうち映画 #おうち時間 #映画鑑賞 ・ 恥ずかしながら『新聞記者』ようやく観た。 しかし、じっくり観れて良かった！ 物凄くツボにハマった！ 真面目に震えが止まらなかった！ ・ 生贄。 スケープゴート。 昔、先輩が「どんなゴロツキよりもどんなヤクザよりも一番コワいのは役人だぞ！」と言っていた。 それを思い出した上に心が震えた！ ・ 話は変わるが、4年前にトランプが合衆国大統領になりTPPを破棄した時、トランプ反対派の日本人は口を閉ざした。 今、コロナ禍でのどさくさでRECPに日本は署名をし、また、バイデンはTPPの交渉を復活させるかもしれない。 その前に合衆国大統領選挙の報道が過熱していた。まあ今も。 なぜ？大阪都構想の報道は地方の問題と言わんばかりに少なかったのか？ ・ ネットが普及し過ぎて、一個人のニュースは一個人の興味のモノだけになっていて細分化されている。 昼のワイドショーは同じコトを1時間以上も垂れ流しだから、テレ東やMXを観ている方が面白い。 マスコミは正否を追求していないからだらだらなのだ。 映画はエンタメだが問題提議でもある。 ・ 強硬路線のタカ派の���治家がいて、そのタカ派主導で動いていたハト派の役人がいた時代があった。 タカ派を装ったハト派の政治家がいて、いかにもハト派を装ったタカ派の役人がいる時代がある。 ねじれて“いない”と“いる”。 どっちが本当の国なのか？日本には答えがない。 ・ #新聞記者 #thejournalist #望月衣塑子 #isokomochizuki #藤井道人 #michihitofujii ・ #シムウンギョン #shimeunkyung #심은경 #松坂桃李 #torimatsuzaka ・ #誰よりも自分を信じ疑え ・ #ネットフリックス #netflix #映画 #movie #ビバムビ #instamovie #moviestagram #instagood #instapic https://www.instagram.com/p/CHqdtjEghEo/?igshid=sg3ood6frvsa

[thundheart]

It is a short biography for a French magazine which sums up his personnal and professional path until Hannibal's release.

The journalists describe him as impossible to put in a box, in the same way as Mads describes Hannibal.

They write about his magnetic, outstanding physical appearance, which makes him fascinating, and which, there also, allows no description and no label.

They speak about his humility, simplicity, and talent of chameleon.

His fascination for every behavior he doesn't understand. Even if he insists he's not a method actor, he admits that he always loved imitating weird people to understand what intrigues him.

They compare his physical appearance as much as the complexity of his career to a "Cubist centaur", a mythological mess in a Danish creature which allows the directors to project any kind of ideas on him.

Basically, he is praised. As he should be.

Mads and Deer

I don’t know what this photo was for because I found it on a French website but I do know that I love it!