#when will three women be released though? not that i have to watch it atm mind you

[warningsine]

Betty Gilpin has a succinct way of describing what she sees as an “overcorrection” to female characters on screen. “I used to be a bimbo with tits. Suddenly I’m a Magic 8 ball with tits,” she says, referring to the child’s toy that tells fortunes. She clarifies: “I’m 35. The roles that I played 10 years ago used to be the bimbo with no answers. Now, even though I’m playing the therapist wife, I have all the answers about my husband’s problems at his Nasa job. Which is not really realistic, either! It’s just making me one-dimensional in a different way.”

Perhaps more than most actors, Gilpin has spent a lot of time analysing her industry’s treatment of women. Before her thrice Emmy-nominated role in Netflix’s prematurely cancelled female wrestling dramedy Glow, she spent her early career mostly smiling, nodding, taking her top off and being zipped into body bags (including on one occasion being accidentally left zipped inside one after the director called cut on the set of Law & Order).

Much of this typecasting is down to the way she looks, and Gilpin is more than aware that her blonde bombshell exterior is what got her booked for certain jobs and discounted from others. “I work within the shell that I’ve been given,” she says, speaking from her bedroom at home in Brooklyn, New York. “But it doesn’t always square with how I feel inside. I think I’ve been trying to shake the world by the collar and say: ‘I’m a character actress! I am more than the sum of my cheekbones and areolas!’ But if that’s what gets me the job then sure, let’s put on a push-up bra and some contour if that means I get to make some weird faces and choices.”

It is likely these “weird choices” that have garnered Gilpin a reputation for making the most of lightweight roles: reviewers regularly cite her as “underused”. That might explain the appeal of her latest project, the TV series Gaslit, a sideways look at the Watergate scandal that focuses on people – and specifically women – who, Gilpin says, history has “tried to make invisible”. Chief among them was Martha Mitchell (played in the series by Julia Roberts), the outspoken wife of Richard Nixon’s attorney general, who tried to draw attention to Nixon’s corruption, and paid a heavy price in the process.

Gilpin plays Maureen “Mo” Kane Dean, the liberal cabin attendant who falls for White House counsel John Dean, despite her politics. “Mo was known for being the pretty, silent wife in the background of the Watergate hearings,” says Gilpin. “As someone who has qualified for health insurance and paid for appetisers by being the curvy wife with no lines in the background, I really related to her. Fortunately, in our series, she now has lines!”

Although Dean is still alive, Gilpin didn’t contact her. “I composed the email in my mind,” she says. “And then I was like: ‘I don’t wanna bother this poor woman.’ I prepared more in trying to think about what it was like to be a woman in 1972 and less what Mo Dean’s left shoulder does when she’s tired.”

Perhaps it is surprising that Gilpin was willing to dive back into politics after her last outing on that front: starring in button-pushing horror movie The Hunt, in which a group of wealthy liberal “elites” hunt down poor, rightwing “deplorables”. Not only was the film’s initial 2019 release pulled in the wake of two mass shootings, but the rightwing media, missing the intended satire, labelled it “demented and evil”, prompting then President Trump to tweet about Hollywood being “very bad for our country”. The Hunt was finally released in 2020 just as the pandemic hit, and was marketed with the tagline “The most talked about movie of the year is one that no one’s actually seen”. Gilpin concurs: “I really stand by that movie still. The controversy was sort of the most meta advertising campaign we could have asked for and America proved itself to be exactly the nation we said it was in the movie.”

More than anything, she now sees polarised debate as “almost part of the creative process”. She nods through the steps: “You make the outline, you find the right shoes in the costume fitting, you film the thing, Twitter explodes, then the actual reaction happens, the dust settles. It’s like getting your wisdom teeth out. It’s an inevitability.”

Gilpin steers clear of social media herself – she has no public profiles on any platform – and instead of the incessant babble of Twitter, there are plenty of other voices that she is tuned into. This autumn her first essay collection, All the Women in My Brain, will be published, its title referring to how she views her brain as “a room full of women who take turns at the wheel”. Talking to her – loquacious, witty and fond of a colourful metaphor – it is both evident how frustrating it must have been to have so few lines for so many years, and unsurprising that she’s turned to writing.

Prior to the book, she had well-received essays published in Lena Dunham’s newsletter Lenny Letter and Glamour magazine (that one, true to form, was titled “What It’s Like to Have Pea-Sized Confidence With Watermelon-Sized Boobs”). She is clearly bursting to express herself. While her essay makes the case for the women living inside her head, they have already emerged via the women Gilpin has played. She describes acting as “the perfect allegory for being a woman in the world … cycling through selves to give whoever is in front of you the girl they want”.

Having grown up with two actor parents, who worked primarily on the New York stage, she was dismayed to emerge from her own drama training to find that being a young actor in the 2010s meant establishing a brand: “In theatre school, they taught you: ‘Just be this strange vessel,’ and I graduated and it was like: ‘Oh no – I have to convince people how inherently myself I am.’”

Those early roles – her IMDb credits include parts like “Young Model” and “Blonde Chick” – required Gilpin to distance herself, but gradually she found ways to subvert expectations. When she was cast on the Edie Falco-fronted comedy Nurse Jackie she played a sexed-up, incompetent doctor, but two of the writers, Liz Flahive and Carly Mensch, twigged that she could do more and fleshed out the character. It was Flahive and Mensch who later cast her in Glow as a washed-up soap actor who finds new purpose in her all-American wrestler alter ego, Liberty Bell. When it was abruptly cancelled towards the start of the pandemic (cruelly, while shooting for the fourth and final series was already under way), Gilpin penned a heartfelt ode to “the best job I’ll ever have” for Vanity Fair. She still speaks to co-star Alison Brie “every day” and thinks the fourth season should happen in 20 years; her eyes light up at the idea of playing an ageing Liberty Bell.

Most recently, she and Brie worked with the Glow creators again in the Apple TV+ series Roar, adapted from Cecelia Ahern’s book of feminist fables. Gilpin is perfectly cast as The Woman Who Was Kept on a Shelf, a wife placed on a literal pedestal by an adoring, controlling husband. For her it was a cautionary tale of what might happen if she gave in to eating “the candy of validation”, and it feels especially pertinent given that Gilpin considers herself at “a scary crossroads” regarding her looks. “That’s all gonna go away soon,” she says. “The more centrefold-friendly parts of my aesthetics will wither away and hopefully what will be left is a more Martha Mitchell type – a snarling, swirling human martini of a goblin person.”

Nevertheless, despite all that work on self-worth, it’s hard to completely cast aside that lingering doubt over why she gets hired: “Is it the internal ‘ocean of weird’ that conjured the character’s tears? Or is it the perky-for-now tits on which those tears plopped? Because one has an expiration date on it … It feels like a dangerous moment where I’m like, ‘I’m still allowed to keep doing this, right?’”

It seems likely that the bimbo roles are behind Gilpin. Her next two parts are as an AI-battling nun in Damon Lindelof’s new sci-fi show Mrs Davis, and as Lina, the mother-of-two embarking on a passionate affair in the TV adaptation of Lisa Taddeo’s bestseller Three Women.

Both will be added to the gaggle of women that Gilpin carries with her – a Rolodex that she is constantly scrolling through and learning from. “It’s an exciting push and pull to play as a character – in terms of how far along in her deprogramming is she?” she says. “It’s almost like through these avatars of women who are further along in the empowerment journey than I am, I get a little closer to my own.” After too many years being flattened by an industry that told her she could only be one thing, Betty Gilpin is finally ready to reveal all the women she can be.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Naughty or nice?

Based on this: “Thor dressed up as Santa for the Avengers Christmas party. Sitting upon a throne of candy canes and gum drops he calls out your name. It was your turn to sit on the God of Thunder's lap. Imagine him whispering in your ear asking if you were going to be naughty or nice for him later that night. Feeling disgusted you excuse yourself from the party to return to your apartment only to find him waiting for you.” requested by anonymous

Warnings: noncon sex (fingers, intercourse)

Note: Okay, so I’ll be working on holiday drabbles over the next few days. I haven’t too many atm but hopefully one or two a day if I can manage!

Hope y’all enjoy. Like and/or reblog!! <3 Reblogs really help especially since I haven’t been getting many.

Tony’s parties were always extravagant. Over the top but elegant. This year’s theme was winter wonderland. Cliche but classy. Wear something sparkly, the invitation said. Of course, sequins were the look for the night but you opted for blue-silver dress with long sleeves and a skirt to your knees. Elegant, like Taylor before Burton. Your sparkle was a silver necklace with a single sapphire.

When you entered, it was a swarm of sheen and shine. Tony wore a dark red suit with a sequined gold tie, Steve had managed a glittery blue tie with his grey suit, and Bucky looked dour amongst the bunch with a string of tinsel around his neck, no doubt forcefully slung over his head. The women were only too content to show off their sequined gowns and bright frills.

Thor stuck out like a sore thumb. A santa hat of sequins and a full-out costume as he sat on the faux-snow throne at the front of the room. Loki frowned as he held a pair of elf ears and argued with his boisterous brother. Tony looked on with amusement as others tried to ignore the bickering.

You neared, hesitant, eager to greet your host before you found a flute of champagne to hide behind. Tony was chuckling as you came closer and you could hear the Asgardians’ voices above the jazzy seasonal tunes and refined din. Loki tossed the ears at Thor’s chest.

“Brother, you demean me!” He accused. “For the last time, I am not your sidekick.”

“Oh, brother, don’t be so dramatic. It is theatre. I am the god of Christmas--”

“Santa Claus,” Tony intoned.

“Yes, this San-ta Cloos,” Thor mimicked, “And you are my loyal helper. The true hero of the night.” Loki fumed and Thor turned to reach over the arm of the chair. “Fine, you don’t have to be an elf. How about...a deer!”

Thor pulled forth a headband with antlers and offered it up. You stopped beside Tony who was shaking in silent laughter. You nudged him and he glanced over at you, his face red with restrained mirth. 

“Who’s idea was this?” You asked.

“Well, I was just going to hire a mall santa but...Thor insisted.” Tony explained. “Though I don’t think he discussed it with his brother first.”

“Clearly,” You eyed the brothers as Loki snatched the antlers and snapped them in half. “Were you intending on keeping this place in one piece?”

“Worse things have occurred here than sibling rivalries.”

“I think you underestimate them,” You shook your head and turned to him. He was still rapt by the scene. “This is really fabulous...for now.”

“Thanks, but it wasn’t me.” He shrugged. “I think if I took credit Pepper may just reenact this little show with me tonight.”

“Well, I’ll let her know--”

Tony raised his hand and pointed to the brothers. Thor had stood and Loki was right before him. Thor reached out and placed the ears over Loki’s and his wrists were seized by the black-haired Asgardian. 

They struggled for a moment, Loki’s dark haired was mussed as he wrestled with his brother, and the scuffle last only a moment before he snaked out and took the ears with him. He whipped them at his brother who caught them with one hand and spun on his heel. Loki cursed under his breath as he stormed away and Thor boomed with laughter.

“Never an occasion without a tantrum,” Thor pronounced as he turned to Tony. His eyes found you beside the billionaire and his smile grew. “Ah, my lady, you’ve arrived.” He sat in the snowy throne, his thick arms draped over it. 

“Thor,” You greeted reticently.

“Santa Close,” He corrected and you squinted at his peculiar pronunciation. Tony chuckled again. “Tony has declared me the king of the party.”

“Alright, I really don’t know where he’s coming up with this stuff but...I’m gonna find Pepper before he drives me crazy, too.” Tony excused himself with a twitch of his brow. “Santa.”

You watched Tony go and wondered if you could slip away with him. Thor was boisterous tonight, more so than his usual fervour, and you were quite ready to contend with it alone. “Um, I should--”

“You should come sit on Santa’s lap!” Thor declared and you looked back to him in shock. “Tell me what you want this year?”

“Okay, Thor,” You laughed, “You’re really taking this seriously.”

“Yes, I have a list,” He tapped his head. “Lady Natasha wants a new knife, she showed me how dull her old one was. And Steve wants a nice pair of shoes, very practical. His friend with the arm wanted me to leave him alone and that was an easy enough gift to give.”

You blinked at him. Wondering at how disastrous this evening had been so far. You weren’t exactly late and it seemed you’d missed all the fun. “Well, Thor, what I want for Christmas--” He shook his head.

“You have to sit in my lap and tell me,” He insisted as he rubbed the red velvet across his thigh. “I understand this is Midgardian tradition.”

“For children,” You scoffed. 

“Well, my lady, we are still young. So sit.” He slapped his thigh and beckoned you close with his other hand. 

You glanced around and saw how so many guests were avoiding Thor’s gaze. Bucky frowned as he peeked over and a glimmer of pity shone in his eyes. Steve looked over in kind and quickly grabbed him to draw back his attention.

“Alright, but then I’ve got to go say hi to everyone, I’ve only just got here.” You relented and stepped closer to the bottom of the chair.

“Very well,” He allowed and held his hand out. “But you cannot start the evening without first greeting Santa.”

He tugged you up onto the step below his throne and between his legs. He guided you as you turned and released you. He swiftly grabbed your waist and swept you up onto his leg. You grabbed his shoulder to steady yourself.

“So, my lady, what do you want for Christmas?” His hand rested on your lower back, tenuously close to your ass.

“Um,” You looked around, suddenly hyper aware of the room full of guests. “Thor, this is silly, I’m gonna--”

You tried to slip out of his lap but he snaked his arm around and clung to your hip. He took your chin with his other hand and made you look at him. “Tell me what you want?”

Your eyes rounded and you felt your skin burning. You stuttered before you could even find your breath. “Uhhhh, um,” You licked your lips as you thought, your mouth suddenly dry. He focused on your tongue and you pressed your mouth shut. Finally you found your voice. “A vacation.”

“Vacation?” He repeated as he tilted his head.

“Yes, I uh, wanna go away for a while. Take a break from work.” You explained nervously as you moved your clutch onto your lap and played with the embroidered flap. 

“Well, my lady, you surely deserve a respite,” His arm fell slightly and his hand returned to your back. He leaned forward and his fingers crawled down until he was cupping your ass. “But are you going to be nice or naughty?” You gasped. “As I understand, only nice girls get what they want.”

You stared at him and trembled just slightly. He squeezed your ass as he felt you waver and you pushed yourself off of him. You nearly stumbled as you landed on your heels painfully and clattered down the step. He let you go without a fight but his fingers longingly trailed your arm as you detached.

“Sorry, I should--” You turned back to him as you righted yourself. “I gotta say hi to Nat before she takes out that knife again, yeah?”

Your feet twisted together clumsily as you fled. Thor said nothing but you could feel him watching you as you dove into the crowd. You were lost at first, Nat’s red head not visibly until you were on the other side of the room. You leaned on the wall as you tried to clear your head. 

Were you being stupid? Did you overreact? You looked across the room to where Thor sat at a vantage across the whole din. He looked back at you and grinned. Was he really looking at you? You peered back to Nat and Wanda and pushed yourself from the wall. 

You grabbed a drink from a server as he passed and wove between the couples and groups that chattered. Forget it. It was done with. All in your head. Nothing. Your own anxiety fueling your fretful imagination. Have a drink with your friends and you wouldn’t care so much.

-

At the end of the night, you barely recalled its beginning. Three glasses of champagne kept you in a festive spirit. Thor remained a speck in your vision, looming in your peripherals. But it grew easier to ignore him. Easy enough to chalk it up to your social awkwardness.

You left with a final goodbye to your hosts and wrapped yourself in your jacket as you headed out onto the chilly city street. Tony had hired cars lined up for guests, both inebriated and not. Always mindful, always thinking a step ahead. 

You slid into one and gave your address, a tip for the comped driver. The drive was relaxing and lulled your champagne hazed mind. You were almost dozing in the backseat as the car pulled up to your building. You thank the driver one last time and were once more awakened by the winter air.

The elevator ride was slow. Or so it seemed. You stepped off and dragged your feet down the hall to your door. You unlocked the door and entered with a yawn. You kicked off your heels with a sigh, happy to be ride of the torturous arches. You just wanted to sleep.

You dug your phone out of your clutch and flicked on the flashlight. You shone it ahead of you as you crept through your dark apartment. You were too lazy, too tired to flip the lights on. You were just going to get out of your clown suit and fall into bed.

Your bedroom was full of shadows. You passed the open door and set your phone on the night table to let it shine up at the ceiling and illuminate the space. You reached back to unzip your dress and struggled to bend your arm at such and angle. As you brought your arms up over your head to push down the zipper, a large hand caught yours.

You tried to scream but another hand clapped over your mouth. A long shush filled your ears as a warm body pressed against your back. “My lady, you needn’t be afraid.” Thor’s voice was low, sultry, “I only mean to help you.”

He parted just slightly, the heat of his body still radiated around you. He tugged down your zipped in a single swipe and the fabric loosened around you. You held it up against your chest as he kept his hand over your mouth. Your voice was smothered by his palm and you pulled at his hand.

“You didn’t answer my question?” He shoved his other hand beneath your chest and snaked around to your stomach. “Have you been naughty or nice?”

His hand slipped down to your neck and you kept yours on it. “Thor, what are you--?”

“I think you’re a naughty girl.” His hand drifted lower, just over the top of your panties. He played with the lacy elastic. “Aren’t you?”

“Thor,” You warned and his other hand slid from under yours and tugged at the top of your dress. “Stop.”

“You said you need a break…” He purred and moved his hips against you. You could feel his arousal through your skirt. “I can help you relax.”

“I think you misunderstood me.” You clung to your dress as he tried to push it down. “Please--”

“Don’t act so innocent,” He snarled as his fingers edged under the top of your panties. 

He turned you, the light of your phone gave a sinister dim to the room. You tried to resist him but he was too strong. He almost had you off your feet as he pressed your legs against the bed. 

“Naughty or nice?” He asked again.

“Get off of me,” You whined. “Thor!”

He stopped pulling at your dress and wrapped his arm around your middle. He lifted you and brought his knee up between your legs. He climbed up onto the bed with you in his grasp and fell onto you, pinning you beneath his body. Your legs hung over the edge as his other hand felt around your vee.

You were crushed beneath him as he kept your legs apart with his knee. He pushed his fingers between your lip and pressed on your clit with his index and middle finger. You squirmed and whimpered. You could barely breathe against his weight. 

He dragged his fingers up and down your folds and circled your clit, over and over. The shame mingled with your unwanted arousal. You grabbed at the blankets, unable to move yourself from beneath him. 

The heat gathered with your juices and he groaned as he felt it. As he spread around your entrance and shoved his fingers inside. They were so thick, it hurt. Even with your bodies response, it was too much. He pulled out and pushed back in. Slow at first, he kept his palm against your bud. 

You quickly unravelled. You whined as you tried to resist the surge within you. You writhed beneath him, unsure if you were working against him or with him. You buried your face in the blanket as your breath picked up and you gasped. He worked his fingers faster and you shuddered as the waves washed over you. 

You went still as you came; ashamed and trapped. He ground his crotch against you as your pussy clenched around his fingers. He slowly drew his fingers out of you and lifted himself slightly to free his arm from under you. He brought his hand around as he grabbed your chin and squeezed your jaw. He forced his fingers past your lips, the taste of your cum sweet on your tongue.

He reached down with his other hand and pulled up your skirt. It wrinkled around your hips as he revealed your skimpy black thong. He tugged on it and groaned. His hand fumbled between you and you grabbed the hand in your mouth as you realized what he was doing. 

You felt the tip of his cock as he pulled it free of his pants. Your fingers clawed at the furry cuff of his jacket, the realization that he still wore the costume chilled you. He brought his other leg between yours and spread them further. He dragged his cock along your ass and down the line of your thong.

He hooked his fingers under the sheer fabric and pulled them aside. He used his thumb to guide himself to your entrance. You slapped his hand desperately and protested around his fingers. You bit down as hard as you could. He flinched but didn’t withdraw his fingers, only pushed them deeper until you gagged.

His tip stretched you as he entered you. He paused as if to let you adjust and you tried to kick your legs around him. The movement coaxed him deeper. He was thick and your walls strained against him. He didn’t stop this time. He slid inside until you were sure you couldn’t take anymore, but there was more. When he bottomed out, you were weak and he held your head in your hand as you lost all strength.

“You are a naughty girl,” He growled as he nuzzled your hair. 

He pulled back and thrust. He jolted your body and wiggled his hips as he splendoured in your warmth. He repeated the motion, each time jerking your body as you gagged noisily on his fingers. His other hand snaked under you and groped your tits, pinching sharply through dress and bra. The velvet of his coat rubbed your bare back and caught on your open zipper.

Soon, the whole bed shook with him. You mewled as you felt your core begin to bloom. You knew he felt it too as he sped up and his cock slid in and out smoothly. He drew his fingers from your mouth and gripped your neck instead. 

He forced your back to arch as he lifted himself to his knees, your legs propped open around them. He slapped your ass with his free hand as he rutted against you, his groans filled the air and he gripped your hip roughly. You latched onto the wrinkled blanket as your thighs buzzed and your climax rose sharply.

You came with a squeak, his hand still at your throat as he contorted your body. The pathetic sound only encouraged him and he fucked you faster and faster. It hurt but felt so good. You orgasmed again with a hiss, ashamed of your reaction to his intrusion.

He let go of your neck and pushed your head down into the mattress. He grabbed the back of your thong and snapped it with a yank. He freed it with another and held you down by your head as he pounded into. His groans grew louder and louder until he was roaring. 

The pleasured cries were muffled as he slammed into you so sharply you yelped. He spasmed and his thrust turned uneven. He slowed and you felt the flood inside of you. He pulled his hand away from your head and leaned back, his cock still in you as he panted. 

You turned your head to peek back at him. He held your thong to his face as he caught his breath, inhaling the scent of it. You closed your eyes and shakily reached up to try to drag yourself off of him. He caught your hips, the thong pressed against your skin.

“Ah ah,” He warned as he pulled you back to your limit. “Naughty girls must learn to be nice.”

[supergirl-imagines]

Lena Luthor/you fic pt. 27

“Let me the fuck out of here!” You slammed your foot against the seemingly impenetrable glass surrounding you and bounced back again.  You hadn’t said a word on the flight back to National City or as they put you in the cell, but now you were coming down and starting to sweat.  You weren’t sure how much longer you could last in here. Unable to do anything else, you threw all of your strength at the glass again and again. ------------------------------------------------------------------ “Let me go see her.” Lena turned away from the video monitor, unable to watch you attack the walls of your containment pod any longer.  Kara had called her the moment she got word that the arrest had been successful and she had driven at dangerous speeds the whole way to the DEO. “Lena, I don’t think that’s a good idea…” “I did this to her, Kara!  I drove her to this.  Let me see her.” The blonde hesitated for a moment before giving in.  She knew Lena wouldn’t relent until she gave up and it was already going to be a long night. “Fine.” The two women exited the security room and moved down the corridors silently; each of them anxious about what was waiting at the end of the walk.  When they reached the door to the room that contained your cell, Kara hesitated until she saw Lena nod.  The blonde unlocked the door with the swipe of an ID and then stepped back. ------------------------------------------------------------------ “Hey!  Hey!  Get-“ your voice cut off as the door in your room slid open and you braced yourself to face either Kara or Alex, who were no doubt here to tell you to settle down.  Instead, something else entirely happened. Lena. You stepped back from the glass as the dark-haired woman made her way over to you.  She looked sad and perhaps a little scared, but no different than she had over a year ago.  Memories of your last night in National City flashed through your mind. You shook the flashbacks from your mind and hardened your gaze. “What are you doing here?” “I could ask the same of you,” she replied quietly.  You knew the reply was just her nervous way of easing the tension and for a moment, you softened.  The weakness passed quickly. “That stopped being your concern a while ago.  Unless you’re here to get your little superhero friend to release me, you should leave.” You could see that the remark hurt her and you felt your stomach churn.  It was hard to tell who this was harder for. “I’m so sorry.  I never wanted to hurt you.” “Yeah, well, you did.  You and your family have a talent for that, don’t you?” Lena felt her eyes sting at the comment and you turned around as she started to tear up.  With your hands on your hips, you took a deep breath and spoke again. “Why are you here, Lena?” “I needed to see you and to…apologize, I suppose.  And to help in any way I can.” You spun around and walked to the glass. “You want to help me?  Get them to send in some of what they took from me.” Taken aback, the CEO sputtered for a second and shook her head. “That’s how you want me to help?  Getting you drugs?” “I’m going to lose my shit in here if they don’t give me something.  So, get the fuck out and don’t bother coming back empty handed.” You turned away again until you heard her shoes clacking against the floor on her way to the door.  As much as it had pained you to talk to her like that, you needed your fix before you could think clearly enough to make any sort of amends. ------------------------------------------------------------- “Kara—“ “I heard what she asked for and it’s not happening,” Kara cut her friend off and shook her head. “Please, you have to help her.  I don’t know what that…that thing is in there—“ Lena pointed towards the door behind her, voice wavering, “—but I need her back.  Just give her enough to calm her down so I can talk to her, please.  Please, Kara!” “Lena, J’onn will never approve that.” “So, we do it without his approval.  This is my fault.  You have to help me make it right.  I just need to talk some sense into her.” The blonde bit the inside of her cheek.  She knew she wouldn’t be able to say no to Lena in this state.  The dark haired woman was desperate and she knew how much it took for Lena to get desperate.  She also knew how much you meant to Lena. “Fine,” Kara muttered eventually.  “You stay here and I’ll sneak into the evidence room.  There’s a system of pipes that delivers food and stuff to each cell so we don’t have to unseal them; I’ll send her…drugs through that and meet you back here.” “Thank you so much,” Lena threw her arms around her closest friend and hugged her tightly.  “I’ll never be able to repay you for this.” “You’re getting Supergirl to break the law,” Kara chuckled darkly.  “That’s pretty impressive, even for a Luthor.” After Lena had left, you sat on the ground and rested against the solid bench attached to the wall.  Your pulse was still racing from the confrontation with Lena, who you had finally accepted you’d never see again.  Now she was back in your life and you were trapped with nowhere to run, you weren’t sure how to treat her.  On one hand, she had walked away from you when you really needed her.  But on the other hand, she was Lena.   Being lost in your thoughts meant that the sound of air blasting into the cell and the bag that dropped at your feet soon after made you jump.  Your initial confusion was replaced by immense relief when you opened the brown paper bag and found one of the bricks you had been transporting before you were arrested. “She fucking did it,” you mumbled under your breath and hurried to tear a hole in the corner of the package.  You spun around and poured a small pile out onto the bench you had been resting against.  That’s when the door outside your cell opened.  You knew who was coming in before you even turned around. “Happy?” she asked and crossed her arms.  You could tell she was upset with what you had demanded, but still…she did it.   “Well, I’m still in a cell, so not entirely.” Lena grimaced at your response and continued to stand there, staring at you. “So, are you going to get high?” she asked after almost a minute of silence.   “Yeah.  Are you going to stand there and watch?” “I suppose I am,” said Lena quietly.  You hesitated for a moment before reaching into your back pocket and pulling out your wallet.  If she thought that her standing there and watching was going to stop you from calming yourself down, she was wrong.  You knew you wouldn’t be able to think or formulate a plan until you did. The containment room was silent for the next minute as you used your ATM card to separate the powder you had poured out into three thin lines.  You could feel Lena’s eyes burning a hole in your back when you rolled up a 20 and inhaled a few times. Just like that, everything was better.  You wiped your nose and turned around as your heartbeat slowed. “Jesus Christ, Y/N, what happened to you?  This…this isn’t you.” “What happened to me?  You walked out, Lena.  Yeah, that was your choice and your right or whatever, but you don’t get to waltz back in and judge the way I’m dealing with it.” “I…I’m not judging you,” Lena sighed and walked over to sit down on the floor in front of you.  You reluctantly moved forward to sit as close to the glass as you could.  It was the closest the two of you had been in over a year.  “I just don’t want to see you like this.  Selling and using drugs, Y/N?  Why that?  Why didn’t you just go back to what you were doing before?” “I couldn’t.  It was too familiar and I just…I needed something new.  I tried drinking, tried moving on with…with other girls—“ Lena looked away, obviously hurt by the admission, “—but nothing worked.  This is the only way I can function, Lena.  The business just came with the territory.” The dark haired woman seemed close to tears as she placed a hand on the glass in front of you. “I’m so, so sorry.  I never wanted to hurt you.” “I know you didn’t,” you told her.  For the first time, the tone of your voice drifted back to the kind way you used to talk to her in.  “I never wanted to hurt you either.” Tentatively, you placed your hand up next to hers.  She gave you a sad smile as a tear slipped down her cheek. “You didn’t, Y/N.  My mother did that.  I hurt you, though.  I left you that night and I can’t be angry with you for what you did after.  I just want to help you any way I can now.” “Well, I don’t think there’s a lot you can do.  Unless you’re up for breaking me out of here.” “I think I can help with that.” Both of you jumped a bit as Kara entered the room unexpectedly. “Oh yeah?” “Y/N, none of us want you to be charged for what you did.  But, we can just let you go.  The DEO doesn’t exactly have a community service program, so I’ve been talking to J’onn and trying to convince him to let you help me around the city instead of serving time.” “You want me to help you save people?” you frowned.  “I’m not flying around in a fucking cape.” “Y/N, hear her out unless you want to stay locked up,” Lena interjected.  You opened your mouth to argue, but thought better of it and stayed quiet. “I’m not saying you have to wear a cape or anything.  But, you need to clean up your act and do a little good in the city before you’re off the hook for trafficking drugs.” “Don’t put it like that.” “Well, that’s what you were doing, right?” “I guess…” you admitted.  “I don’t know about this whole hero thing though.” “You need to help us help you, Y/N,” Lena pleaded.  You glanced at her for a second and then glanced away when you saw how desperate she looked. “How about you sleep on it and make up your mind in the morning?” Kara suggested.   You nodded and clasped your hands in front of you.   “Okay.” Merry Christmas guys!  I hope those of you that celebrate had a happy holiday and those that don’t had a good day anyways.  Let me know what else you’d like to see and leave a review if you want!

[junker-town]

What was most popular the last time the Chiefs and 49ers won a Super Bowl

The last two times these two won the Lombardi Trophy, things were pretty different.

It’s been quite a long time since the Kansas City Chiefs won a Super Bowl. In fact, it’s been a whole 50 years — the Chiefs won Super Bowl IV in the 1969 season. Kansas City had the fourth-longest active drought without a Super Bowl appearance until it earned a bid this season.

The San Francisco 49ers, on the other hand, have won a championship more recently. Their last Super Bowl win came in the 1994 season, when the Steve Young-led 49ers defeated the San Diego Chargers in Miami.

This year’s Super Bowl is also in Miami, but that’s about all that remains the same. A lot has changed in the world since the last time these two won championships.

Let’s take a look at what was happening in sports, TV, movies, pop culture, and technology the last time the Chiefs and 49ers won the Super Bowl.

1969 vs. 1994 in sports

1969

The New York Mets won the World Series, 4-1, over the Baltimore Orioles. Nicknamed the “Amazin Mets,” the victory was one of the biggest upsets in World Series history. The Mets it had a losing season each year before that.

The Boston Celtics were the NBA champions, as they defeated the Los Angeles Lakers in seven games. We saw the Celtics-Lakers rivalry heat up during this decade, and the two played in the finals six times — Boston won them all.

In college football, the Texas Longhorns won the national title, beating Notre Dame, 21-17, in the Cotton Bowl, and thus, Texas was truly back. What’s also interesting about this season is after the Longhorns defeated No. 2 Arkansas in December earlier that season, President Richard Nixon presented Texas with a plaque claiming the Longhorns to be the No. 1 team in the land.

1994

Major League Baseball strike: 1994 was a chaotic year for the MLB. Owners wanting to implement salary caps led to a players’ strike in August. It didn’t end for 232 days, the longest stoppage in MLB history, and there was no World Series. The strike cost management close to $1 billion, and players lost millions. It effectively ended Michael Jordan and Bo Jackson’s MLB careers, too.

The Nebraska Cornhuskers won the college football national championship by beating then-No. 1 Miami in the Orange Bowl. It marked head coach Tom Osborne’s first national title, though he’d go on to win two more in the 90s.

The Houston Rockets won their first-ever NBA championship, taking the seven-game series against the New York Knicks.

The O.J. Simpson chase: During Game 5 of Knicks-Rockets, NBC’s telecast was interrupted for the police chase of Simpson in his white Bronco:

Tonya Harding won the U.S. Figure Skating Championship. As you probably know, that was before she was later stripped of her title for her role in the attack on her competitor, Nancy Kerrigan, which happened that same year.

1969 vs. 1994 in music

1969

The Billboard No. 1 song in 1969 was “Sugar, Sugar,” by a cartoon band named The Archies, from the animated TV show The Archie Show. Yes, this is incredibly weird to me, too.

Other big hits during this year included “Honky Tonk Women” by the Rolling Stones, “Aquarius/Let The Sunshine In” by the 5th Dimension, and “I Can’t Get Next To You” by the Temptations.

The Woodstock music festival was held in August 1969. More than 400,000 people gathered on a farm in New York to see artists like Jimi Hendrix, The Who, The Grateful Dead, and Janis Joplin.

Photo by John Dominis/The LIFE Picture Collection via Getty Images

The festival is known as one of the biggest and most important music events in history, lasting four days (it was originally supposed to be only three) while heavy rains caused delays of several acts.

The Beatles recorded their final album together, Abbey Road, which included classics like “Here Comes the Sun” and “Come Together.” That year, the group gave its final live performance, which took place on the roof of Apple Records.

1994

The No. 1 Billboard single for 1994 was “The Sign” by Ace of Base, which was the title track of the Swedish group’s debut album. This one was an absolute banger:

Other hits like “Don’t Turn Around” and “All That She Wants” were on this album.

Some other popular songs from this year included Sheryl Crow’s “All I Wanna Do,” and Boyz II Men’s “I’ll Make Love To You.” This year Mariah Carey released her Christmas album, which is the greatest holiday album in history. I’m not 100 percent sure about that fact, but I’m right, OK? Hootie and the Blowfish’s Cracked Rearview Mirror album was released, though it became more popular the following year in 1995.

This was a pretty big year for debuting artists. Some of the more notable ones, to name a few: Weezer, Outkast, Beck, Notorious B.I.G., and Oasis.

Nirvana lead singer Kurt Cobain sadly died in April 1994.

1969 vs. 1994 world events

1969

One of the biggest moments in both the U.S. and the world history was the Apollo 11 mission, which successfully put the first-ever man on the moon. The mission, led by Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin, launched on July 11, 1969, and landed on the moon on July 20.

Photo by CBS Photo Archive/Getty Images

On July 18, 1969, U.S. Senator Ted Kennedy drove his car off of a bridge in Chappaquiddick, which resulted in the death of Mary Jo Kopechne, a former campaign worker of Robert Kennedy’s. Although the news made headlines in the beginning, it ultimately was largely overshadowed by the Apollo 11.

President Richard Nixon was inaugurated on Jan. 20, 1969, for his first term.

On Dec. 1, 1969, a draft lottery was reinstated, for the Vietnam War. It was the first since World War II.

1994

Bill Clinton was sued for sexual harassment by Paula Jones while serving his first term as the President of the United States. The accusations Jones brought forward were allegedly from when Clinton was the governor of Arkansas in 1991. Judges allowed Clinton to avoid trial for the lawsuit until after he left office. Jones later settled her lawsuit in November 1998 after Clinton won the 1996 election.

The Republicans took control of the House of Representatives after Newt Gingrich’s Contract with America. Before Republicans took control. Gingrich signed the contract which laid out legislation that would be passed within the first 100 days of Congress.

Nelson Mandela was elected as South African’s president, in the country’s first-ever democratic election. The elections marked the end of apartheid in South Africa, and Mandela later established a commission to investigate human rights and political violations that happened during apartheid. Beyond his time in office, which lasted until 1999, Mandela is considered to be one of the greatest champions of peace and social justice, both in South Africa and around the world.

1969 vs. 1994 television and movies

1969

The No. 1 grossing movie was Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, starring Paul Newman and Robert Redford. It later won four Oscars, including for Best Original Screenplay.

The children’s television show Sesame Street debuted on PBS in 1969. Sesame Street is still airing new episodes on TV to this day!

Rowan & Martin’s Laugh-In was the most-watched TV show, a sketch comedy show hosted by comedians Dan Rowan and Dick Martin. The show featured actresses like Lily Tomlin and Goldie Hawn as performers, too.

1994

Seinfeld was the most-watched television show, while Friends and ER premiered this year. Nearly 22 million people watched the Friends premiere, and ER had over 23 million viewers. All three shows were the anchors of NBC’s Must-See TV lineup.

Disney’s The Lion King was the top-grossing movie that year, and other greats like Forrest Gump, Shawshank Redemption, and Pulp Fiction were released.

Frasier won its first Emmy for Outstanding Comedy Series. It went on to win 112 Emmys until it last aired in 2004.

1969 vs. 1994 celebrities

1969

Celebrities born this year included: Brett Favre, Renee Zellweger, Jennifer Aniston, Paul Rudd (who’s a huge Chiefs fan), and Jennifer Lopez, who coincidentally is performing the halftime show at Super Bowl LIV.

Dwight D. Eisenhower and Judy Garland passed away. Eisenhower died of congestive heart failure. Garland was just 47 when she died of a barbiturates overdose.

John Lennon and Paul McCartney both got married this year, McCartney to Linda until her death in 1998, and Lennon to Yoko Ono until his assassination in 1980.

1994

Lisa Marie Presley married Michael Jackson. The marriage lasted two years before the couple filed for divorce.

Time to feel old! Celebrities born this year include Justin Bieber, Harry Styles, Dakota Fanning, Giannis Antetokounmpo, and Joel Embiid.

Richard Nixon and Jackie Kennedy both passed away. Nixon was 81, and he died after suffering a stroke. Jackie O passed away of non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma at just 64 years old.

Billy Joel and Christie Brinkley divorced after 10 years of marriage. Brinkley was said to have partially inspired Joel’s hit “Uptown Girl.”

1969 vs. 1994 Technology

1969

The first-ever ATM was installed in the U.S.: On Sept. 2, 1969, the ATM became available to the public at Chemical Bank in Rockville Center, New York.

This one could only give customers cash, though more ATM advancements came soon after.

Televisions looked a lot different!

On July 3, 1969, the internet’s first message was sent from UCLA: Two machines on campus that were linked together through ARPANET. There was an attempt to send “login” over the network to a group of Stanford students, but the program crashed after “l” was typed in.

1994

DirecTV’s first satellite digital television service launched. That year, there were just 320,000 subscribers.

Something called “Netscape Navigator” was the leading web browser at the time. I am 27 years old, and have no idea what this thing is:

Screenshot via Wikipedia

The IBM Simon debuted as the first-ever “smartphone” for sale: Thank God we have iPhones now.

Via Microsoft

There have been many changes in the 25 years since the 49ers last won a Super Bowl, and in the 25 years before that, when the Chiefs last earned the Lombardi Trophy. Fans of both teams are hoping they won’t have to wait as long to see them play in the Super Bowl again. But if they do, one thing’s for sure: the world will look a lot different.

[lindseyluvsdrag]

Knocked Up Ch. 1

Dressed in their best Louboutins and Versace, Raven, Naomi and Violet strolled around the corner from their hotel to The Gold Room, a Los Angeles dance club. Because of Violet's recent promotion at the elite fashion magazine they worked at, the women had taken a celebratory girl's trip from the bustling energy of New York to the laid back city.

“How does it feel to be able to write whatever you want in your column now?” Naomi excitedly​ asked Violet.

“Fucking amazing!” was her giddy response. “There's so much power in being the one who decides what's on trend and what's not.”

“And getting exclusive access to every big fashion event,” Raven added.

“Which you will be taking your best friends to right?” asked Naomi.

“Of course!”

“If you start getting free clothes and shit, I’m going to be so jealous,” Raven groaned. “Ugh, I hate you.”

Violet laughed. “You hate everyone. But I'm a reasonable subject. What's not to hate about all of this?” she said smugly as she did a little dance.

The friends giggled as they made it to the front of the club and since they were so hot, the bouncer eagerly let them in, passing everyone else who'd been waiting for at least fifteen minutes.

“Oh, come on!” Jake protested from the line. “They aren't even that hot!” He groaned before watching their asses as they entered the building. “Okay, fine. They're hot.”

“Just be chill, bro,” Matt said as he gave his friend a friendly punch on the arm. “You should be used to waiting around for hot chicks since they don't give you the time of day,” he joked.

“Oh, yeah? And when was the last time you got some?”

“Like two days ago,” he said smugly, but his friend saw straight through his lies.

“You're so full of shit,” Jake cackled. “But we are pretty busy. Not much time to be tied down.”

The friends lived together as roommates and were self-employed as a two-man comic book business. Jake came up with the storylines while Matt did the illustrations. They overestimated their first edition; printing two hundred copies that they inevitably had to give out to family and friends as gifts when only thirty-two copies sold.

The boys swore that they'd get picked up by Marvel any day now and things would take off. But since they hadn't yet, they spent their days lounging around, smoking weed and clubbing.

“There aren't any hot guys in here,” Raven groaned.

“Rav, we just got here. Give it a chance,” Naomi said optimistically. “Let's dance!”

“I'll need a drink for all that.”

“I second that notion,” Violet sighed. “I'll go get us some shots.”

She sauntered through the crowded club to the bar and flagged down the mixologist but the place was so busy, that it was easy to miss the small woman. “Hey! Ugh.”

“If you can't get his attention, Lord knows I'm shit outta luck,” Matt chuckled.

Violet gave him a glance over and smiled without showing her teeth.

“It's usually not this crowded on Fridays. Yo, Thorgy! Can we get some service down here?!”

The bartender gestured for the man to wait and he continued to mix the other customer's cocktails.

“This is so ridiculous,” Violet mumbled.

“It is. But ya know what-” Matt said as he glanced over the counter. “What did you want to drink?”

“I wanted three shots of tequila, but it doesn't look like it'll happen.”

“Hmm, how about three Smirnoff ices?”

“Um, I guess that would work.”

Matt reached over the counter and pulled four glass bottles out of the ice chest.

“Hey!” Thorgy protested.

“Hakuna matata, Thorgy,” Matt said as he pulled the twenty dollar bill from his wallet and placed it into the tip jar. The bartender shook his head and went back to work.

The man handed three of the bottles to Violet.

“Thanks, but I was going to pay with my platinum card. I don't have the cash to pay you back. Is there an ATM around here?”

“Oh no, no. The drinks are on me. That's kinda why I approached you to begin with,” he laughed nervously. “You're the hottest chick that I've ever seen in here.”

Violet wasn't impressed by the compliment and was even more put off by the term chick. “Thanks,” she said dryly. “So do you want me to pay you back or…”

“No,” he assured.

“Well, thank you very much, um, name?”

“Matt,” the man said as he extended his hand.

She reluctantly placed her hand in his. “Violet.” There was a long pause. “You can let go now…”

“Oh!” Matt cackled and released her. “Sorry. Your beauty is just kinda hypnotizing.”

She smiled once again without showing her teeth before making a mental note to use some hand sanitizer. “Well, Matt, it was so nice making your acquaintance, but I have to find my girls before they get perturbed.”

The Matt frowned. “You know they have ointments for that...one time my roommate got it all over his balls and-” he stopped abruptly when he saw the woman's expression. “Yeah, um, see you later.”

The woman smiled without showing her teeth for a third time before sauntering away. She quickly found her friends and apologized for the delay.

“Where are the shots?” Raven asked.

“The bartender was being completely absurd. He was ignoring me, so this guy came up and reached over the counter and-”

“Guy?” Naomi asked with hungry eyes.

“Yeah. He bought these drinks. I tried to pay him back-”

“A guy bought you a drink and you tried to pay him back?!” Raven exclaimed. “Have I taught you nothing?”

“Wait, a guy bought you a drink and you aren't out there dancing with him?” Naomi added.

“Well, first of all, was he cute?” Raven continued.

Violet thought for a minute. “He was okay.”

“Just ‘okay’?” Raven scoffed. “Point him out because he might be fine as fuck. You just have ridiculously high standards.”

Violet gasped. “I do not!”

Naomi laughed. “Girl, you have a list!”

“It's not a list…it's qualifications.”

“Mm hmm. Let's hear it.”

“He has to be college educated. He has to make at least six figures a year. He has to have good teeth. No children, pets or crazy family members. He h-”

Raven cackled. “There's more?!”

“Well sorry that I'm a strong, successful woman and if a man doesn't have these qualifications, he's not worth my time.”

“So what was wrong with the one at the bar?” asked Naomi. “He bought you three drinks so he's clearly generous.”

“He was wearing Converse,” Violet relayed in disgust.

“Ewww,” her friends groaned in unison.

“Precisely,” she replied before they all burst into laughter.

They popped open their drinks and downed them. The statuesque Naomi was a bit more successful in catching the bartender's eye in order to buy a round of shots. Then another. Then another.

When the usually rigid Violet seemed to loosen up a bit, the trio took to the dance floor.

“Oh, Jake look,” Matt said as he pulled his friend close to him. “There's the girl I was talking about.”

“The blonde with the mustache?”

The man scoffed. “No, not the yeti. The brunette dancing with the other two hotties. Violet is the one in blue.”

“Nope,” Jake said simply.

“What do you mean ‘nope’?”

“She's a ten, therefore way out if your league, so nope.”

“Pfft. When I talked to her, she was totally into me.”

“I'll believe it when I see it.”

“Fine. Watch the master work.” Matt downed his  drink and began to make his way over to the women. “Hey, Violet!” he greeted over the blaring music.

Violet paused the grinding between her friends and smiled. “Hi.”

The fashionistas mentally ripped the man's outfit to shreds.

“Not sure if you remember me, but I think I saved you from a fire breathing dragon once,” Matt said with a grin.

Raven and Naomi shot each other looks before they both cackled.

Violet turned the same shade as her crimson nail polish out of sheer embarrassment at the man's nerdy line. “Um, yeah… I remember you.”

Matt grinned. “So, how were the drinks?”

“Great...thanks again.”

“Any time.”

“Violet always attracts the worst ones,” Raven mumbled just out of Matt's earshot.

“She does,” Naomi agreed in a giggle.

Violet scowled at their banter. She was sit of being the butt of all of their dating jokes and she knew that she had a point to prove. “Matt, would you like to dance?”

Her friends shot her a look of disbelief.

“Yes!” he practically shouted. “I mean, um, sure. Yeah. What-evs,” the man said, attempting to sound cool.

Violet grabbed his hand and led him to the middle of the dance floor.

He is pretty busted, she thought, but if he's a good dancer or something, the woman hiccuped, maybe the girls will be jealous and retract their statements.

“What...the fuck...is she thinking?” Raven asked Naomi.

“I hope nobody slipped her drugs.”

Jake figured he'd test his luck as he winked at the ladies who scoffed. “Not in this lifetime.”

“You know I gotta try.”

Matt did the robot as Violet did her signature hip rotation she'd learned in the belly dancing class that she'd taken years ago.

“Oh my God, you're such a good dancerrrr,” Matt complimented.

“You too!”

“Yeah?”

“I've had a few drinks,” he admitted.

Violet cackled. “Me too!”

“Wanna make out?”

“Yeah!” The woman gripped Matt's face between her hands and within seconds their tongues were all over each others.

“Should we stop her from making bad decisions now?” Raven asked as she sipped her margarita.

“Pfft, we came all the way from New York, at least she's having fun for once. I want to get some face action too!”

“Let's at least find some hot guys though.”

While the women went on the prowl, Violet could practically taste what Matt had for lunch. She broke the kiss and pulled away. “Do you wanna get outta here?”

“Where do you wanna goooo?”

“My hotel,” she said suggestively.

“You got room service?”

The woman laughed, grabbed his arm and led him out of the place. The drunken duo somehow managed to catch an Uber to Violet's hotel and they laughed as they tumbled onto the floor after the door swung open. They made out while removing more and more of their clothing until they naked and flopping onto the bed.

“You have awesome nipplessss,” Matt drawled.

“Thank you so muchhh.”

The man retrieved the smushed condom from his wallet. “You're welcome. Like-”

“Okay, okay, I haven't had any in like three months so let's get goinggg. Now!”

“Mmkayyy.” Matt tossed the condom over his shoulder and quickly lined his penis up with her entrance.

“Is it innnn?”

“Umm-” the man hummed as he got himself together.

“Oh, fuck there he is,” the woman moaned.

Matt grinned and began to slid in and out of her. “This is awesome.”

“Yeah,” she panted.

“You look awesome from this angle.”

“Stop talking. Go harder.”

“Okay...okay…” With a few more thrusts, the man was already climaxing. “Fuckkk,” he moaned.

“Mhmm,” Violet mumbled on the verge of passing out.

Matt pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to her, within minutes sleep overtook both of them.

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Violet woke with a splitting headache and a hairy arm draped over her chest. She slid out of Matt's touch before traipsing to the bathroom, jumping when she saw her reflection. Her tangled hair that resembled a bird's nest and smeared makeup were nothing to be proud of. She quickly freshened up, pulled on her silk robe and tiptoed back into the room.

“Malcolm?” she called out to the snoring, nude man. “Marco? Shit what's his name?” Violet made her way to the man's pants and lifted them between her thumb and index finger​ with a wrinkled nose. “Cargo pants,” she said with a cringe as she retrieved his wallet then his ID. “Matthew.” Out of curiosity she checked the part that usually held cash and was surprised to see that he only had eight dollars. “Remain calm...he must have credit cards.” The woman frantically searched but found nothing but a small bag of weed, a run down bus card and a Pizza Hut coupon. “I have just broken so many rules,” she whimpered as she stuffed the leather back into his pocket. Violet then vigorously​ tapped Matt's shoulder. “Matthew.”

“Hmm?”

“Wake up,” she demanded.

The man quickly sat up and glanced around the room. “Your house is dope.”

“This isn't my house. This is a hotel room.”

“Ohh. Why-” the man paused as he pieced the clues together. “Did we have sex?” he whispered.

“Unfortunately,” was her glacial response.

“Niceee.”

There was an awkward pause so Violet loudly cleared her throat.

“You got the Ebola?” Matt asked.

“No, I do not have 'the Ebola’. I have about 160 pounds of dead weight on my bed,” she said retorted​. “Do you have somewhere to be? Like work or something?”

“No, I'm actually unemployed.”

The woman's eyes grew wide in horror but Matt quickly corrected himself. “I'm self-employed. I'm an illustrator.” This did nothing to curb Violet's disgust. “Do you like, wanna grab a bite to eat?”

“I actually have brunch scheduled with my girlfriends.”

The immature man laughed​. “You're gay? With multiple girlfriends? What a dream.”

Violet scowled. “Please exit my temporary residence.”

“Okay, okay.” Matt rolled out of the bed and slid on his clothing. “From what I remember, we had a lot of fun last night. Could I get your number so that this isn't the end of it?” The man patted his pockets. “Oh, damn, Jake must have the phone.”

“Excuse me? 'The’ phone?” she asked in disbelief. “As in one?”

“Yeah, my roommate and I share a cell phone to save money.”

“Ha! You're joking right?”

“No but it's funny, isn't it? This one time a girl was sending him the nudes and-”

“Okay! Milton-”

“Matthew,” he corrected. “Matt if you're nasty.”

“Matthew. As I stated earlier, I have prior engagements scheduled and I'd like to be on time for them. Please leave.”

“Yeah. Um, hopefully I'll see you around.”

“Goodbye, Matthew.” Violet turned on her heel and entered the bathroom.

“Ouch,” he said in response to her icy demeanor. The man scooped up his condom. “You shall live to see another day my friend.”

---

“Should you be drinking if you're hungover?” Naomi asked.

Violet took another sip of her mimosa. “When you've had a morning like I've had, absolutely.”

“You still haven't told us what happened,” Raven interjected. “You left the club with that guy. So, what happened? Did you have sex?”

The woman downed the rest of her beverage. “We did.”

Her friends gasped. “So why are you holding out?! Details!”

“There are no details. In fact, I'd like to forget that the entire thing ever happened.”

“Was it that bad?” Raven asked.

“I don't even remember, but that's not important. What came out of mouth this morning is what makes me want to fire you both as my friends for even letting me entertain his nonsense. He has no money, he has no job and worst of all, he wears cargo pants…off brand cargo pants.”

Raven groaned while Naomi made a cross to protect herself from the satanic conjuring of words.

“As your best friends, we sincerely apologize,” Raven offered. “Any post traumatic stress that you may have shall be treated with shoe shopping. Naomi will foot the bill.”

“Hey!”

“Cargo pants, Naomi,” Violet reminded.

Naomi cringed. “Okay, okay, I'll do anything if you just stop saying that.”

There was a loud pounding that made the ladies jump. They​ glanced over their shoulders and saw Matt knocking on the restaurant's window. He waved. “Hey, Violet! I have the phone! My number is 310-247-4355, call me!”

Violet sunk low into her seat. “Tell me when it's safe to come up for air.”

“Did you hear me?!”

Raven flashed the man a thumbs up which he took as an invitation to join them.

“Shit, here he comes,” Naomi warned.

Violet thought about sliding underneath the table completely​ but she was raised to have class so she sat up and adjusted her posture.

“Hey,” Matt panted as he approached. “It wasn't hard finding you. Fancy people like you tend to stay downtown and I knew only a few restaurants served brunch.” He said the last word in an attempted French accent​ that sounded more German than anything. “And poof there you were.” The man laughed. The discomfort in the room was evident so he changed the subject. “Here,” Matt said as he pulled a pen from his pocket. He quickly scrawled his telephone number onto a napkin and handed it to her. “Can't let the fun die.”

Raven pursed her lips to suppress her laughter and it made Violet scowl. The woman had had enough of being embarrassed so she crumpled the napkin in her fist. “You know what I want to die? The entire existence of cargo pants. It's eleven in the morning and you're still wearing the same clothes that you wore last night. How disrespectful. You invited me to breakfast this morning but you only have eight dollars in your wallet. How on Earth were you expecting to pay for both of our meals because I sure as hell wouldn't pay to go out with you. You share a phone, home and probably disease with your roommate and I'm highly offended that you'd even think that I'd give you a second glance while sober. You're a bum, Mark Anthony.”

Matt felt as if Violet had ran over his feelings with a dump trunk, put the vehicle in reverse and ran over them again just for her own sadistic pleasure. “Well, at least I'm not a bitch,” he snapped back before storming out of the place.

All three of the women gasped. “How dare he?!”

“Just let it go, girls,” Violet sighed. “We go back to New York tomorrow. Promotion, new perks.”

“I'll drink to that,” Raven said as she raised her glass.

“What are you going to do with Marshall's​ phone number?” Naomi asked.

“Why? Do you want it?” The women laughed. “It's going on my refrigerator as a reminder that you guys are terrible friends.”

“We love you, Viiiii.”

“I love you too. Cheers.”

---

“She was way too cute to be that mean,” Matt fumed as he relayed the details of what had happened to his friend.

“Dude, at least you fucked her right?” You're the real winner here.”

“Yeah, I guess you're right.”

“Of course I'm right. Okay, how does this sound? Octo-babe stretched out her third tentacle and began to strangle Spring Lad. ‘Alas!’ he shouted. ‘This is the only way I'd want to perish! By the seductive hook of your grip!’ But then suddenly, Galactitty swooped in. 'Let go of my man, you Octo-whore!’ Thoughts?”

Matt thought for a long second. “That shit is amazing! I'll make the drawings so bad ass that people won't have a choice but to buy them.”

The friends shared their secret handshake. “We're back in business!”

---

Ten weeks later

----

“Are you sure I'm not sweating?” Violet panted as she fanned herself.

“No, you look flawless,” Naomi assured.

“It's just nerves,” Raven said from the other side of her friend. “This is the first time we've been front row at such an important fashion show and all eyes are on you for your reviews.”

“Don't remind me,” the woman groaned. “I just feel abnormally​ nauseous.”

Naomi handed her a bottle of water. “Sip this.”

Violet obliged and even started to feel a little better as the show began. The models stomped the runway and she noted what she liked, loved and hated.

“Ugh, that top is just a no,” Naomi whispered when the next model came out.

“Seriously,” Violet friend replied. “It-” the woman retched.

Her friends looked at her through concerned eyes. “Are you okay?”

The woman nodded but her pursed lips didn't stop her from vomiting right onto​ the runway. The audience let out a collective gasp. The flashes of the cameras went into a frenzy and the model who didn't notice the chunky puddle thought they all were gagging over her strut so she marched even harder with her eyes fixated on the far wall.

“Nooo,” Raven warned but it was too late as the model slipped and fell directly into the spew.

“I’m so sorry,” Violet sobbed as she cupped her mouth and rushed towards the exit with her friends following close behind. They entered the bathroom and huddled into the handicapped stall. “I told you I was sick,” Violet groaned as she clutched the sides of the toilet.

“But you looked fine, honeybun,” Naomi said as she grabbed her friend's hair so that it wouldn't drop into the toilet bowl.

“Some of your throw up landed on Anna Wintour’s shoe,” Raven said with a blank stare. “I saw it. Our lives are over.”

“That's not what you should be worried about right now,” Naomi retorted. “Violet you were just fine, yesterday. We hiked, remember? What did you eat?”

“Nothing, I was too worried about today,” she whimpered.

“Cross out food poisoning and the flu.”

“Bitch, you better be pregnant. That's the only way people will have any ounce of sympathy for you.”

“Pfft. You actually have to have sex to get pregnant and I've been so busy that penis is the farthest thing from my mind. I haven't had any in…”

The three pairs of eyes grew wide. “No...fucking...way,” they said collectively​.

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NOMOS Glashütte is releasing another new limited special-edition in support of emergency aid—for the first time with its automatic model Tangomat – Nomos Tangomat for Ärzte ohne Grenzen Deutschland.

A red twelve on the otherwise straightforward dial—the latest NOMOS model for Doctors Without Borders (MSF) also bears this unmistakable symbol that has come to be associated with watches that help provide aid. The cooperation between watchmaking company NOMOS Glashütte and this Nobel Prize-winning organization began in 2012. Tangomat für Ärzte ohne Grenzen Deutschland is the eleventh model that NOMOS Glashütte has produced in support of emergency aid. An imposing watch with a 38-millimeter diameter, it is also a classic model from the watchmaking company. Ticking within is the in-house built automatic caliber DUW 5001, while the metal bracelet wears with the utmost comfort and rounds off the robust appeal of this timepiece.

250 euros from each sale goes directly to Ärzte ohne Grenzen (the section of MSF in Germany). This is how a single watch can support the treatment of 1,470 children against malaria, secure enough anesthesia for ten operations, or provide 450 people with three months’ worth of vital medicine. Despite its fine metal bracelet, and even though it is a limited edition, this version of Tangomat is available for exactly the same price as the standard model, which comes with a leather strap.

So, better times for NOMOS wearers and for people who are in need: “When it comes to brand cooperations, it is very important for Doctors Without Borders that certain principles and values are mutual. The cooperation with NOMOS Glashütte is regarded with conviction by both sides,” says Florian Westphal, General Director for MSF Germany: “Together, NOMOS Glashütte and Doctors Without Borders are saving lives.” This special-edition model, limited to 250 watches, is now available at select retailers across Europe.

Florian Westphal

Time for life: Interview with Florian Westphal

Florian Westphal is the general director of Doctors Without Borders Germany. Here, he talks about his work and the successful cooperation with watchmaking company NOMOS Glashütte.

Mr. Westphal, mechanical watches and providing aid: How do they go together? At first glance, they don’t seem to have much in common. But I think that our “time for life” slogan summarizes our cooperation well, since NOMOS Glashütte and Doctors Without Borders are working together to save lives.

Could you explain in a few short sentences, for someone who might not know the organization, what Doctors Without Borders does? We provide emergency medical aid around the world. Wherever there are wars, epidemics, or natural disasters threatening people’s lives, we are at work. We offer a wide range of medical services—from providing vaccinations for infants to fighting childhood malnutrition, supporting victims of sexual assault, and doing field surgery—helping those in need regardless of their background, religion, or political beliefs. Doctors Without Borders is independent of governments and business interests, as well as apolitical.

What exactly can you do with 250 euros—could you share some examples with us? Several come to mind. During a project for Doctors Without Borders, I visited a hospital in the DRC that specialized in treating children suffering from malaria. 250 euros could help us get the necessary medicine to treat 1,470 children, for example. Or we could provide mosquito nets for 118 families, protecting them against mosquitoes and the diseases they spread. In Yemen, 250 euros would cover the cost of anaesthetic for ten people requiring surgery, or supply essential medicine for three months to 450 people displaced in camps due to violence.

Can a NOMOS customer purchasing one of these watches be certain that their money will go directly towards those in need? Without deductions? In 2018, Doctors Without Borders invested around 87 cents from every euro donated into its aid projects worldwide. We have held independent certification for years from the DZI, Germany’s charities watchdog, for the responsible allocation of donated funds.

Where is the aid of Doctors Without Borders most urgently needed now, and what are you doing there? At the moment, we are focused on the situation in Yemen—among other projects. The people there have been suffering the effects of a brutal conflict for years. Our teams are helping people there on both sides of the front line. First and foremost, we support the groups most in need—such as pregnant women and children. But I would also like to mention a country that we hear almost nothing about: the Central African Republic. Much of the population has been displaced due to armed violence, and many places lack even basic medical infrastructure. Our teams there carry out more than 800,000 treatments a year.

NOMOS Glashütte has been supporting Doctors Without Borders since 2012. How important are partnerships like this for international emergency aid? Very important. Especially when they are based on mutual respect. This cooperation with NOMOS Glashütte enjoys enthusiastic support from both sides. When it comes to cooperating with businesses, it’s important for us at Doctors Without Borders to make sure we share certain principles and values. That is why we never accept donations from companies in certain industries. These include, for example, the arms industry or pharmaceuticals.

Let’s finish with a forecast: If you follow the news, there seems to be more crises than ever in the world; things are getting worse and worse. Does it seem that way to Doctors Without Borders? Or rather: Is it too late, in your opinion? I could say we’re running out of time—but that’s a little too cliché for me. Overall, we have established that conflicts and crises around the world are not decreasing in number. A clear indication for that is the increasing number of refugees, which is higher than at any other point in history. At the same time, rich countries are closing their borders. Climate change is also contributing to crises for the inhabitants of poorer countries: Mozambique was struck by devastating tornadoes at the start of the year, for example. And in the region around Lake Chad and the Sahel, we are seeing malnutrition as a result of drought, which is also influenced by climate change. This is an area that will need more of our attention in the future.

  Nomos Tangomat for Ärzte ohne Grenzen Deutschland Technical Specifications

CASE

stainless steel, bipartite sapphire crystal glass back fixed with six screws

GLASS

Sapphire crystal glass

WINDING

automatic

DIMENSIONS

diameter 38.3 mm

height 8.3 mm

WATER RESISTANCE

up to 3 atm (splash-proof)

DIAL

galvanized, white silverplated

Ärzte ohne Grenzen inscription at six o’clock,

red 12

HANDS

oxidized black

STRAP

bracelet

lug width 20 mm

REFERENCE

601.S13

LIMITED EDITION ENGRAVING

Sondermodell Tangomat für Ärzte ohne Grenzen Deutschland 1/250

CALIBRE

DUW 5001—in-house built NOMOS calibre with automatic winding

MOVEMENT HEIGHT

4.3 mm

DIAMETER

13 ¾ lines (31 mm)

POWER RESERVE

up to 43 hours

SPECIAL QUALITIES

NOMOS swing system

tempered blue balance spring

stop-seconds mechanism

Glashütte stop work

bidirectional winding rotor

Glashütte three-quarter plate

adjusted in six positions

26 jewels

tempered blue screws

rhodium-plated surfaces with Glashütte ribbing and NOMOS perlage

ratchet and duplex wheel with Glashütte sunburst

250 Glashütte watches for Doctors Without Borders Germany – Nomos Tangomat for Ärzte ohne Grenzen Deutschland NOMOS Glashütte is releasing another new limited special-edition in support of emergency aid—for the first time with its automatic model Tangomat - …

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Travel Hygiene Tips: Staying Fresh on the Road

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Travel Hygiene Tips: Staying Fresh on the Road

If you’ve ever stepped off a plane with stained and rumpled clothes, a pore-clogged face, a plane lag-induced headache, and a mouth that still tastes like hours-old airplane food, you know how tricky it can be to stay clean and rested while traveling. And that’s just the first leg of your trip-up. Where do you turn when access to basic facilities–like a shower and sink–becomes a distant memory?

Travel Hygiene Tips

If you’re properly prepared, you’ll be ready for whatever travel trial comes your route: to use an apple or lemon to improve your breath, to take a shower without water, or to fall asleep in even the most cramped, cacophonous of airline seats.

Enter the holy sextet of travelling freshness: hands, mouth, face, body, clothes … and mind. Whether you’re on a trek through the Amazon jungle or a bus tour through Germany, keeping fresh and clean on the road can improve your spirits, maintain health, and assure that fellow travelers and locals aren’t scared off by your haggard appearance and penetrating odor. Check out our traveling hygiene tips below.

Hands

Those travelers devoted to hand sanitization are religious about the act–and for good reason. As we report in Avoiding the Airplane Cold, you may be more than 100 days likelier to catch a cold while flying than you would on the ground, thanks mostly to low cabin humidity. One important style to protect yourself is by keeping your hands clean.

While physicians largely agree that washing hands with hot, soapy water is best for preventing the spread of germs, there are times when this simply isn’t an option for travelers. In these cases, your best bet is an alcohol-based sanitizer( in cloth or liquid form) such as Purell. Squirt and scratch before a restaurant dinner, after employing an ATM or after fondling a stone bust of Nefertiti at a souvenir shop.

Related:Avoid Getting Sick from the Plane by Choosing This Seat

Face

A clean face can do a lot to offset dirty hands and foul breath. When considering your face on the road, there are two things to keep in mind: the climate of your destination and your skin form. Leaving for Egypt’s desert sand? Pack plenty of lip salve and moisturizer. Hiking the rain forests in Costa Rica? Nature will help you out a little. But no matter where you’re traveling, sunblock is absolutely essential if you’ll be spending any time outdoors. Save room in your suitcase by packing a combination sunblock/ moisturizer or sunblock/ foundation.

Beyond staying hydrated, there’s the question of facial cleanliness. There are a bevy of waterless facial products that can be used on the road–say, while camping. Vichy offers a rinse-free facial cleanser and makeup remover; another option is facial-cleansing wipes from Aveeno. These separately wrapped cloths are are alcohol- and soap-free and don’t require any water.

Related:25 Travel-Sized Beauty Products That Are Totally on Trend

Mouth

Is bad breath the greatest enemy to overall travelling freshness? Your fellow airplane passengers apparently think so. According to a Skyscanner poll of more than 1,000 people, the largest number( 19 percent) felt that” those with bad breath and BO” induced the worst seatmates.

So what to do to avoid that fouled, sticky savour in the mouth and that look of disgust from your neighbour on the plane or metro? Beyond the obvious mints or gum, and avoidance of garlic and kimchi( spicy pickled cabbage being the most popular variety ), there are a number of products that promote oral hygiene on the road. Colgate Wisps are disposable mini-toothbrushes that provide a quick and easy mouth-freshening option when you can’t brush your teeth for real. The brush head has a freshening bead that releases a mouth cleaning liquid when you scrub, and a pick on the opposite end provides a floss alternative. It requires no water to use, and the ingredients are safe to swallow( except for the brush itself, of course !).

Another product of choice is Listerine PocketMist, delivered to me as part of a hotel’s complimentary in-room toiletries. This is Binaca for the modern age–in a smaller key-chain-sized container and with a more potent punch. You can literally feel the bacteria being singed away.

There are also a number of foods that, rather than encouraging halitosis, assist clean out the mouth. Granny Smith apples are one such alternative, their tartness triggering the mouth’s natural rinse mechanism, salivation. Lemons and limes run great as well.

Clothes

If the cliche rings true –” look good, feel better “– then choosing the right clothes for the trip-up is a keystone of successful travel … as is keeping them clean and wrinkle-free.

In-transit, try a polyester “dry-fit” T-shirt–which is light-weight, wrinkle-free and exceedingly quick to dry–as your first layer. I like to pack a few, as they take up almost no room in my luggage. You can find them in athletic stores like Foot Locker and adventure travel outfits like REI, or online at Amazon( Hanes offers them for women and men .) Other wrinkle-free clothing, from button-downs to women’s pants, is readily available from travel goods retailers like Orvis.com and TravelSmith.com. And if you stain your wrinkle-free duds, try Tide to Go, which looks a bit like a magic marker but does a fairly decent undertaking of eliminating stains.

Don’t like the feel( or potential extra cost) of wrinkle-free garb? If you don’t have access to an iron, you might try Downy Wrinkle Releaser. The liquid product works by relaxing fabric fibers so that wrinkles can be smoothed out with your hand. Just spray on your crumpled top, stretch and smooth it out, and you’re done.

Along the same lines, one of the greatest fears for hikers and trekkers is getting wet, then getting cold, then getting sick. But even the casual traveler can benefit from a packable waterproofed jacket. Mine’s from Eastern Mountain Sports and it fits into its own pocket, constructing it easy to include in your carry-on. Here are a few options for women and men.

Related:Ridiculously Comfortable Travel Clothes That Don’t Sacrifice Style

Body

For the body, clothing can go a long way in at least giving the impression that you’re cool and dry. But when you’re in a water-free environment and desperate for a shower, there are a number of ” soap” products that can be used without water. The aptly named No Rinse Body Wash is a popular option for escapade travelers. Known in the health care field( for employ with bedridden patients) and also good for campers/ trekkers who don’t have the luxury of a shower, No Rinse products utilize a water-based odor neutralizer to provide a quick clean. Of course, the benefit here is that you don’t have to rinse.

I’ve also heard of some travelers employing a little of Dr. Bronner’s castile liquid soap, another favorite of backpackers, without water. It’s pretty exhilarating stuff, tingly all over. Don’t use too much though, as a little–around the neck, under the armpits–goes a long way.

Mind

Beyond bad breath and body odor, “freshness” is also a state of mind. Part of it is matching your expectations (” I want to stay clean, dry and awake “) with reality (” I’m on a three-day hike through the Rockies with no access to soap “). But remaining fresh and alert is about rest and relaxation, and one of the most admirable travel talents is the ability to fall asleep at will.

On the plane? Get a window seat so you have somewhere to lean, and try a neck pillow. Check out 8 Neck Pillows That Won’t Embarrass You on the Plane to see our reviews of eight neck pillows.

Besides medicinal products( watch our 9 Over-the-Counter Medicines You Should Pack for Every Trip or talk to your doctor ), I find drowning out the surround noise to be the most effect sleep aid. Noise-canceling headphones can replace the irritating low-level plane buzz with something more conducive to sleeping. But do your search on these before buying. If you’re going to invest the money–the popular Bose headphones will set you back 300 clams–make sure you get a fitting. The intent is defeated if the phones start pinching your ears or leave indentations in your temples after 20 minutes of wear.

Another method that’s often mentioned anecdotally( but probably isn’t doctor-recommended) is depriving yourself of sleep the night before your flight. The idea is that you’ll be so depleted, it won’t matter if you’re wrapped in a carpet and hung upside down–you’ll still be able to fall asleep.

For more ideas and tips-off, see Sleeping on Planes.

More from SmarterTravel:

8 Travel Safety Tips You Probably Ignore( But Shouldn’t ) Why You Need to Make Your Own Family Travel First Aid Kit How Not to Get Sick on a Cruise

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Editor’s note: This story was originally published in 2017. It has been updated to reflect the most current information.

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"Nazis Align with White Dragon" - Fulford Report - 2.5.18

Weekly Geo-political News and Analysis

Nazis align with White Dragon as isolated Satanists continue their death throes

By Benjamin Fulford, White Dragon Society 2018-02-05

A major peace deal was reached last week in negotiations that took place literally under the light of the blue-blood super moon in a certain Asian country last week, according to sources who were present. As are result of this, the Nazi faction of the world military-industrial complex has agreed to align itself with the light side of the force. Thus in the near future, Nazi technology, notably anti-gravity and hypersonic (Mach 20+) air travel, will be made available to the “surface population,” of the planet, the sources say. One of the participants in the negotiations was a close relative of Admiral Richard Byrd, of Antarctic exploration fame, who has frequently visited Nazi Antarctic bases, so this is the real deal, folks. We will have more details toward the end of this report.

In addition, a deal was reached between hitherto opposing parties in Asia that will allow for the development and use by the white hats of large gold deposits in Bougaineville, Indonesia and elsewhere, the sources say. In the case of Bougaineville, it means both King David Pei II and his opponents are now on board. The gold will be used to back a soon-to-be-announced cryptocurrency that will be used to finance a Western development project similar in scale or larger than China’s ongoing trillion-dollar One Belt One Road project, they say.

Meanwhile, back in the U.S., the purge of Khazarian Satanists from all levels of government is accelerating. According to Pentagon sources, “Trump’s State of the Union speech gave the green light for the purge of deep state from the U.S. government with the activation code: ‘I call on the Congress to empower every Cabinet secretary with the authority to reward good workers and to remove federal employees who undermine the public trust or fail the American people.’”

The huge media fuss in the U.S. about the release of a FISA memo about the FBI carrying out a politically motivated surveillance operation on Donald Trump’s 2016 election campaign was hysterical, because the “official” release makes it possible to actually start arresting people in the deep state. The article in the link below, even though it is from the satirical site, The Onion, is actually pretty much true.

https://politics.theonion.com/fbi-warns-republican-memo-could-undermine-faith-in-mass-1822639681

The fuss over the memo has distracted attention from the much more important ongoing disclosures about the mass-murdering medical/pharmaceutical complex. Here Dr. Robert Gallo, one of the so-called co-discoverers of the HIV virus, has now come out and admitted he was forced to create it in order to “wipe out the African race,” according to CIA and other sources.

https://pinvibe.com.ng/forced-create-hiv-virus-secret-weapon-wipe-african-race-dr-robert-gallo-finally-speaks/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgiMqgjS-zM&feature=youtu.be

In reaction, U.S. military and agency white hats have destroyed cabal bio-labs and shot down cabal satellites last week in the ongoing undeclared U.S. civil war, Pentagon sources confirm.

One Pentagon source who was involved in a raid on a cabal underground base, says they discovered “people in …

cages, all sorts of human/animal genetic hybrids, people deliberately contaminated with pathogens, and many other horrors.” The base entrance has been shut to prevent cabal leadership from fleeing, the source said.

More and more credible reports of mass sterilizations using vaccines are also now coming out, with the latest about 500,000 women in Kenya being forcibly sterilized by what they were told was a “tetanus vaccine.”

https://www.blacklistednews.com/article/63453/pharma-co-has-license-suspended-as-vaccine-blamed-for-sterilization-of-500000-women-.html

https://mobile.nation.co.ke/news/Church-faults-State-over-lack-of-cooperation-on-vaccine-testing/1950946-3222120-155xq1n/index.html

The cancer industry is also under attack for its deliberate spreading of carcinogenic substances into daily-use products to cause cancer, and then using radiation poisoning and toxic chemicals to murder its victims.

A member of the White Dragon Society (WDS) was stabbed with a poison needle and given a cancer-causing virus recently. When he went to consult with doctors, was told he would have to start chemotherapy and radiation immediately by Canadian doctors who were probably unwitting stooges. Instead, he used nutritional therapy and Rife machines to completely eliminate the cancer, much to the surprise of the doctors who thought they would be “buying time” for him with radiation and chemicals.

Raids on the American Medical Association and the Rockefeller family archives are recommended before they have a chance to destroy evidence of this mass murder by cancer.

In any case, mass arrests of these murderers are now under way. The memo at the link below shows that the U.S. military is looking for contractors to build facilities for 13,000 prisoners and 5,000 guards in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba.

https://www.neco.navy.mil/synopsis/detail.aspx?id=485890

The U.S. military has also convened a 12-member military tribunal, under Marine guard, that is working behind the scenes to “send many to the gallows for sedition and treason,” Pentagon sources say. That is why Trump put out the unredacted FISA memo and signed an executive order keeping Guantanamo Bay open, the sources say.

“More memos will be released unredacted, along with a Department of Justice Inspector General Report that will crush the deep state,” the sources continue. “Congress has one million documents, and Trump may declassify and release all of them unredacted to nuke the Democrats and the deep state,” they add.

Attempts to kill Congressmen involved in the document release with an engineered train derailment caused no deaths, thanks to what Pentagon sources admit “appears to be divine intervention.”

In any case, the fight against the cabal is not yet over. Notice how they responded to the release of the FISA memo with yet another 666-point drop in the Dow Jones Average. They are going to use their control of banking-system computers to try to shut down the financial system over the coming months, CIA sources say. This means contingency plans need to be made to keep the America people supplied with food, fuel, and basic necessities in the event the financial computers and ATMs are shut down. Puerto Rico was just a foretaste.

Also, there is going to be yet another concerted attempt to start World War 3, say Russian FSB sources. The Mossad-linked site DEBKA and multiple Middle Eastern news outlets say there is a very real possibility of war involving Israel breaking out over the coming days. This is expected to start in Lebanon and the Gaza Strip, the sources say. However, WDS sources confirm that any attempts to trigger nuclear weapons will be neutralized.

Also, according to documents and articles sent by Nina Sidorova of the Southern California Tenants Association, the Rothschilds have already made a decision to shut down their “Project Israel.” Instead, they have been moving key personnel, money, and weapons to the Ukraine, where they hope to establish a “New Khazaria.”

At this point the WDS would like to assure all of the citizens of Israel that their safety will be guaranteed no matter what happens over the coming days, weeks, and months.

In any case, now that the Nazis have agreed to come out of hiding and rejoin the human family, there is simply no military power left that will support any more Khazarian genocidal projects. The Nazis are now run by a generation that is in their 30’s and who have no experience with or involvement in the horrors of World War II. For that reason, they have no reason to hide.

In any case, according to the source mentioned above, the Nazis have not really been hiding at all. In the real world, most Nazi leaders who were not arrested at the end of World War 2 did not go to Antarctica or even South America. Instead, they went to Spain, which was still run by a Fascist government after the war ended. Many stayed in Spain, but others moved on to Cuba and Nevada, among other places. The infamous Area 51 and other bases in Nevada are mainly bases for testing advanced Nazi aerospace technology, according to this source. This technology will now be shared with the general population, the source says.

The Nazi bases in Antarctica, this source says, are far smaller and less significant than many believe. He says disinformation about giant Nazi bases in Antarctica was deliberately put out by the Nazis in order to keep Nazi hunters off their trail. The reality is that they did find warm hollows under the ice created by volcanic hot springs, but that that the water was undrinkable.

This source, who is senior CIA in Asia, also confirms Chinese government allegations that North Korea is a secret U.S. colony. “The North Korean leadership speaks better English than most Americans,” he says. North Korea was used as a justification to sell arms in East Asia and as a plausible excuse to start a war, he says. Unification of the Korean Peninsula is now possible, he adds, confirming what Japanese Three Legged Crow secret society sources say.

Various sources confirm there will be no single announcement that a new age has started, but rather a flood of events, as we see unfolding before our eyes, that will result in a totally different, and much healthier and happier planet. This process has undeniably begun.

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