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Billy Batson and Damian Wayne being weirdly good friends (ft. the occasional Jon Kent)
Billy befriends Damian after the JL learns his real identity. Batman approached him and told him they should meet since they’re the same age.
At first, it’s awkward because Damian isn’t interested in making friends, and Billy’s mad that Batman is essentially sending him to the kids' table. Until…
Damian: “Why must my father insist that I socialize? I can handle myself!” Billy: “Thank you! I’ve been on my own since I was six. I don’t need an adult to tell me what to do.” Damian: “…I like you.” Billy: “Wanna spy on the Justice League?” Damian: “Yes.”
Batman immediately regrets his decision.
At first, the two don’t really talk outside of meetings or happenstance, but when they do, they’re like twins. They know exactly what the other is thinking at all times. (The adults are terrified.)
Both end up bonding over their upbringing, specifically the fact that they were abused/traumatized/malnourished for several years. That marks the point where they start talking regularly.
Damian nearly jumps out of his skin the first time Billy speaks to him in Arabic (courtesy of the Islamic Prophet, Solomon.) They now speak exclusively in Arabic when they gossip.
They will cut a bitch. Do not get on either’s bad side.
Every time one of them says something out of pocket, the other one high-fives them. Even Jon is concerned (and very jealous.)
Billy is required to attend the same school as the Teen Titans and YJ for a bit as a condition of staying in the JL so he and Damian end up taking a few classes together.
Billy “I have Zeus on speed dial” Batson and Damian “I got a PhD in The Classics at age six” Wayne proceed to roast their history professors in the back of the classroom for all of the misinformation.
Damian: “Okay so I really need a human skull, but you can’t ask why.” Billy: “As long as you also don’t ask why.” *pulls out several pristine human skulls from pocket dimension* “Take your pick.” Damian: “…this one.” Jon: “what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck”
They’re both eerily good at schooling their emotions due to countless years of emotional abuse and neglect. If anything goes wrong during a mission, it’s like a switch is flipped. They are suddenly completely level-headed.
Damian gifts Billy a PC that he built himself so they can play games together without so much lag. (It’s literally just Minecraft on creative mode. They design a working amusement park together.)
Both have been permanently banned from all zoos on the eastern seaboard. Damian tried to “liberate” the ostriches, and Billy taught the gorillas swear words in sign language.
Everyone Else: “We need to find civilization on this desert planet we crashed landed on or we’ll starve.” Billy and Damian: “The human body can go ten days without food.” Everyone: “…Are you okay?” Billy and Damian: “Not important.”
Billy, Jon, Colin, and Damian have a group chat where they regularly place bets on dumb mishaps the adults get themselves into. The one rule is they can’t bet with cash. Thus they create a trading system made entirely of local snacks, Pokémon cards, supernatural knick-knacks, and dares.
#billy batson#damian wayne#Billy: The Rock of Eternity has everything. Jon: THat doEs NoT MakE iT BetTEr#dc universe#dc#shazam#dc captain marvel#captain marvel dc#dc robin#robin damian#jon kent#jonathan kent#batman#colin wilkes#batfam
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Faking It | Part I
Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader
Summary: Fake dating your friend, Bradley Bradshaw - what could possibly go wrong? Your sister is getting married and you need a date. You enlist Bradley's help and the rest is history.
CW: none that I can think of except that the reader's height is described as shorter than Rooster's.
This idea has been plaguing me so I had to get it out haha Hope y'all enjoy!
Bradley watches you skeptically. You have yet to convince him that pretending to be your date for your sister’s wedding is an outstanding idea. Your mother has undoubtedly invited a whole slew of bachelors because she thinks you might need some help in the romance department. You decidedly do not. Despite the fact that you are struggling to even get a fake date.
You make a face at him. “I will owe you,” you say. “Anything you want.”
He shrugs. “I don’t want anything.”
You roll your eyes. “C’mon, Bradshaw,” you plead. “I’ll do your laundry for a week.”
He purses his lips, not looking overly enticed.
“I’ll come over once a day and do all your dishes.”
“We’ve got Hangman for that.”
“Hangman does your dishes?” you ask incredulously, trying to picture Jake Seresin in an apron with a dishtowel thrown over his shoulder.
Bradley chuckles. “He lost a bet last week.”
You let out a soft laugh, then get back to business. “I’ll clean your room,” you offer.
“I’ll have you know that my room is immaculate,” Bradley replies.
You scoff. “Then do this for me out of the goodness of your heart!”
Bradley chuckles slightly. “I don’t know, Y/N. This is a big ask.”
“Please, my mother is rounding up all the eligible males on the western seaboard as we speak.”
Bradley laughs. “What does your mother have against landlocked states?”
“I don’t know. Political ideology?”
Bradley snorts. “Have you asked Hangman?”
You groan. “Please don’t make me ask Hangman. He will never let me live this down.”
Bradley nods. “That is true.”
“It’s just a weekend. A few photos here and there. Some superficial chitchat with my grandparents about the importance of educational funding for our nation’s youth. My niece loves airplanes so you can tell her all about your latest mission” –
“My classified mission?”
“Well, leave out the classified parts,” you retort impatiently.
Bradley contemplates your proposal while your mind scrambles trying to determine something that might make it worth his while.
“Free drinks for a week,” you say, wiping the already dry bar to give your free hand something to do.
Bradley raises his eyebrows. “You can’t do that.”
You roll your eyes. Bradley Bradshaw will never go along with a scheme unless it is one hundred percent above board. “Meaning I will pay for them. I get a discount on the alcohol.”
Bradley gives you an amused look. “So, you wish to buy my services.”
You let out a frustrated groan. “I told you, I will do anything you want.”
“Well, I don’t want you paying my tab,” he replies casually.
You lean into the bar with a heavy sigh, bringing your face closer to his. “You are really grinding my gears, Bradshaw,” you say.
His eyes lift to your face as he lets out a wry chuckle.
“Do you really think a weekend with me will be so torturous?” you ask.
“Nah,” he says, leaning back in his stool nonchalantly, but you wonder if he does it to expand the space between your faces. “I wasn't actually going to refuse. Just like to see you sweat.”
He chuckles, ducking as you go to smack him with the towel you just used to wipe the bar.
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“Aunt Barb is a hard-ass,” you say in a low voice, turning your head toward Bradley as your aunt makes a beeline for you at the rehearsal dinner. You end up talking into Bradley’s shoulder because he’s so much taller than you and he instinctively lowers his head so he can hear you better.
“What’s that, shorty?” he mutters, and you roll your eyes at the nickname. But the next moment, you can feel his breath on your forehead and you gulp when his palm flattens against your back. You had been the one who'd asked him to pretend to be your boyfriend, but you hadn’t actually considered what that might entail. Apparently, it entails Bradley Bradshaw’s hand on your lower back and a woozy sensation in your gut akin to a 200-foot roller coaster drop. You aren’t too fond of roller coasters.
You glance up at him and your eyes meet for a split second. Bradley promptly straightens his back. You let out an unsteady sigh and say, “Aunt Barb will be questioning you; be prepared. Have you read my notes?”
Bradley gives you a pointed look. “Of course, I read your notes.”
But as Aunt Barb approaches, you feel Bradley’s touch along your back waver until his hand finally drops at his side.
“Y/N!” your aunt exclaims, giving you a kiss on each cheek. She blinks up at Bradley expectantly.
“This is Bradley,” you say. “This is my aunt, Barb.”
Bradley holds out his hand. “It’s great to meet you,” he says.
Aunt Barb gives him a crafty smile. “Is this your boyfriend, Y/N?” she asks, but her question is directed more at Bradley than at you.
Bradley returns her smile. “That’s me,” he replies, giving you a quick glance.
“Oh, good,” your aunt says. “We were starting to get worried after that whole fiasco with Steven.”
You stare at her as Bradley turns to you. “Who’s Steven?” he asks.
Aunt Barb gives him a probing look. “You don’t know?”
Bradley eyes you inquisitively. “Should I?” he asks, still looking at you.
“Her ex, of course,” Barb continues. “He’s here, you know?”
You peel your gaze away from Bradley to look at your aunt. “What? Why?”
She shrugs. “He’s friends with the groom, of course. Or have you forgotten?”
You grimace. You don’t remember Steven being exceedingly close with your sister’s fiancé, so the fact that he somehow weaseled his way into this function aggravates you greatly.
When your aunt walks away, Bradley turns to you with his eyebrows raised. “Steven wasn’t in your notes.”
You give him a sour look. “He wasn’t supposed to be here.”
Bradley shrugs. “Still think you should’ve mentioned him. Was it serious?”
“Nope,” you respond curtly, ready to put the topic to rest.
Bradley seems to sense your reluctance to engage in this particular conversation and drops the subject. “Shall we go grab some drinks?”
You’re about to respond when your mother appears before you and you nearly bump into her. “Mom!” you exclaim in surprise.
“Y/N, why are you so jumpy?” she asks.
You shoot a nervous glance in Bradley’s direction, but he appears unfazed. “Afternoon, ma’am,” he says, bowing his head slightly.
Your mother looks over at Bradley with a judgemental air. “Are you the aviator?” she asks with a hint of distaste in her tone.
“Indeed,” Bradley responds, giving you a confident look before glancing back at your mother.
But your mother is no longer paying Bradley any attention. She turns back to you. “Steven is here,” she says.
You let out a sigh. “Yes, I know, mother.”
She gives you a knowing look before glancing back at Bradley. “We all thought they were going to get married,” she says with an artificial smile.
Bradley raises his eyebrows and nods his head slowly. “You must be disappointed,” he says.
Your mother seems pleased with his response and nods at Bradley vehemently. “They have a lot of history,” she says.
You close your eyes. “Mom, stop.”
“I’m just saying, he’s here,” your mom says. “Do with that what you will.”
You blink at her. “I will do nothing.”
Bradley watches you squirm sympathetically and, when you glance up at him defeatedly, he takes you by the hand. “Ma’am, it’s been a pleasure,” he says and starts to pull you away. “We just want to hit the bar before the first course.”
“Sure.” Your mom gives him a quick nod and throws a pointed look in your direction.
You cling to Bradley’s hand gratefully, even going as far as clutching at his arm with your other hand just to get away faster. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you whimper.
He looks down at you, squeezing your hand. “It’s why I’m here, right?” he says.
“Right,” you agree, feeling his bicep flex under your fingers as his hand tightens around yours.
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After dinner, you make your way through the crowd to the bathroom. The evening is nearly over and it seems that you and Bradley have put on a reasonably convincing charade. Bradley’s relaxed disposition has made the evening infinitely more enjoyable than you could have imagined and you find yourself feeling almost sorry that the night is coming to an end. Almost. Because, after all, you won’t be able to take a real breath of relief until you’re in the comfort of your room.
You’re lost in your thoughts as you walk back to your table and you completely miss the fact that your ex-boyfriend has spotted you and is heading your way.
“Y/N!” he exclaims as if he’s surprised to see you attending your own sister’s wedding rehearsal.
You blink at him in alarm. “Steven,” you say with a slight grimace, kicking yourself for not checking your surroundings before making your way across the open floor.
Your eyes scan the tables, desperately searching for Bradley. When you locate him, you can see that he’s already watching you.
Steven steps closer to you, holding out his hands. “It’s good to see you, Y/N,” he says, leaning in for a hug.
You recoil as he tries to put his arms around you. “Is it?” you ask, holding up your hand to keep him back. The last time you saw him, he was throwing every insult imaginable in your direction.
Over Steven’s shoulder, you can see Bradley getting out his seat and starting to make his way toward the two of you, a stony expression on his face.
“You look great,” Steven continues, finally lowering his arms.
“Uh, thanks,” you say uneasily just as Bradley steps around Steven to face him.
“Everything alright here?” Bradley asks, his eyes sliding between you and Steven.
“Mm-hm,” you say, instinctively shifting closer to Bradley as Steven continues to scrutinize your every move.
“I’m Bradley,” he introduces himself, confidently extending his hand to Steven.
“Steven.” Steven takes his hand tentatively and you can see the slight wince on his face as Bradley crushes his hand in a handshake.
“I’ve heard a lot about you, Steven,” Bradley says, and you look up at him sharply.
“Oh, really?” Steven lifts his eyebrows, giving you a smirk.
“No,” Bradley replies flatly.
Steven blinks at him in confusion, clearly taken aback.
Bradley slides his arm around your waist possessively and you lean into him slightly, relieved that he’s playing his part so perfectly.
Steven gives Bradley a hostile look which Bradley expertly returns. Then, he lowers his face, saying, “Drink?”
“Yes, please,” you say, letting out a sigh.
“You take care, Steven,” Bradley says, wheeling you around in the direction of the bar.
Part 2
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Part of the Francis Scott Key Bridge in Baltimore collapsed early Tuesday morning after a 948-foot container ship, the Dali, crashed into it, sending cars and people into the water in what authorities are calling a "developing mass casualty event." Here's what we're following:
The catastrophic bridge collapse was caught on video.
Upwards of seven people are in the river, said Baltimore Fire Chief James Wallace. Rescue workers have retrieved from the water two so far — one very seriously injured.
Authorities say the search and rescue mission, complicated by rising tides, will continue until divers determine they have reached the "non-survivability point."
The 1.6-mile bridge — named after the writer of "The Star-Spangled Banner" — is part of I-695, an artery of Interstate 95, a major highway running north-south along the Eastern seaboard.
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“Like the Christians’ Eve, the Iroquois Sky-Woman had an insatiable desire to satisfy her hunger. At first she sought her husband’s guidance, but in time she struck out on her own. Her curiosity brought her to the sacred tree at the center of the Sky-World--a place where, as she soon discovered, the floor of the sky was very thin. Losing her footing, she slipped through a hole at the tree’s base and fell headlong ‘toward the great ocean far below.’
…Like her Iroquois descendants in North America, this first fallen Sky-Woman farmed the rich earths she created, gathered its fruits, and built a hut upon it to live in. After a time, her pregnancy ran its course and, legend says, she ‘was delivered of a daughter.’ The girl and her mother continued to look after their lands till one day, ‘when the girl had grown to womanhood,’ a man appeared. He stayed only briefly--just long enough to impregnate Sky-Woman’s daughter. When her time to deliver arrived she, like many women during the premodern period, died while giving birth. Her offspring survived: two boys who would come to rule the earth their mother and grandmother had made.
…Every native group had its own account of the world’s beginnings. For the Pueblo of the Southwest, human life began underneath the earth when a woman named Tsichtinako (Thought Woman) nursed two sisters: Iatikyu, the Mother of the Corn clan, and Nautsiti, the Mother of the Sun clan. The Ottawa, an Algonquian-speaking people living in the northern Great Lakes region, traced their origins to a male figure called the Great Hare and his younger brother.
…To the Protestants of New England, the followers of the teachings of the Swiss theologian John Calvin, the devotional practices of the Catholics in New France and the Spanish colonies seemed as alien as those of the Narragansets and Wampanoags who lived among them in Massachusetts and Rhode Island. In turn, the faithful in Virginia and Maryland, who followed the orthodox traditions of the Church of England, considered New England’s Puritans to be overzealous reformers.
…Even in the most physical, tangible sense religion was a constant presence. From the stark clapboard spires that capped New England’s Congregational meeting houses, to the sturdy brick of Virginia’s Anglican churches, to the poles marking the underground kivas in which the Pueblo held sacred rituals, places of worship dotted the landscape. Each and every day, the English villages lining the eastern seaboard would have been alive with the sound of church bells.
…Every part of colonial America had its own rhythms of religious devotion--rhythms that helped women and men make sense of their lives. But nowhere did religion play a greater role than it did in early New England. Almost without exception, the leaders of Massachusetts, Plymouth, Connecticut, New Haven, New Hampshire, and Rhode Island were dissenters from the Church of England.
…No matter whether they enthusiastically supported or dared to question the Puritan mission, all law-abiding New Englanders gathered in their local meetinghouses every Sunday, and often once during the week as well, to hear their preacher expound upon scripture. One perennially popular sermon topic was the nature of women. Between 1668 and 1735, women’s lives were the subject of no fewer than 75 printed treatises. Some of these tracts were funeral sermons that eulogized an especially pious female parishioner; others were more general “how-to” homilies dealing with marriage or mothering.
…Pious women were praised by ministers and neighbors alike. If they resembled any Old Testament figure, it was the industrious Bathsheba (the ‘virtuous woman’ described in Proverbs 31:10-31) rather than the perfidious Eve. Where Eve tempted, persuaded, and seduced, Bathsheba planted, prayed, and spun. Her every word testified to a womanly brand of piety: faith tempered with respectful submission. More than one New England minister echoed these verses from Proverbs, exalting the woman who ‘openeth her mouth with wisdom…in her tongue is the law of kindness.’ As the biblical passage suggested, such well-spoken women were indeed more priceless than rubies.
…In fact, New England’s ‘virtuous women’ may have been even more devoted to religious practice than their husbands and fathers. At the very least they were more dedicated churchgoers. At first, men and women joined the churches in equal numbers. Within a generation, however, women outnumbered men in many if not most of the churches in Massachusetts and Connecticut. By the mid-1700s, women comprised nearly three-quarters of many congregations.
…One of the more radical groups in the entire spectrum of dissenting English Protestantism, the Quakers granted female believers an extraordinary degree of autonomy and equality. …Converts of both sexes were encouraged to preach about their religious experiences, and one of the movement’s early and most prominent leaders was an English wife and mother, Margaret Fell. …Where Quaker women were concerned, Massachusetts authorities made the links between female preaching, rejecting ministers’ teachings, and worshiping the devil even more explicit.
…Black women and men brought a very different set of religious beliefs to the southern colonies. Their traditions concerning the supernatural were as diverse as the many African peoples from which they came. There were, however, important common threads; most West Africans believed in more than one God and made the veneration of ancestors an important part of their worship ceremonies.
…Until the 1730s, southern whites made little effort to convert their slaves to Christianity. But in the late 18th century, evangelical sects such as the Methodists and the Baptists appealed to blacks and poor whites alike. …Call-and-response hymn singing and joyful shouting are examples of African forms that influenced the style of worship practiced by both whites and blacks in many southern denominations.”
Jane Kamensky, “Daughters of Eve, Daughters of Zion: Women and Religion” in The Colonial Mosaic: American Women, 1600-1760
#colonialism#colonial#american#indigenous#history#religion#gender#christian#jane kamensky#the colonial mosaic
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[M]onk seals continued to live in large herds along the largely unexplored Atlantic seaboard of northwest Africa. It was not until 1434 that Portuguese explorers landed on these [supposedly] untamed coasts, and discovered thousands of monk seals. Almost immediately, an intensive and lucrative trade in skins and oil was established [...]. Constantly vying with Spain [...], Portugal was determined to increase its sphere of influence in Africa. While Spain eventually became preoccupied with Columbus’ elusive vision [...] [and] his celebrated 1492 expedition [...] Portugal’s colonial influence in Africa was reaching its height by 1500. The first expeditions to Africa’s Gold Coast were recorded for posterity by an official chronicler, Gomes de Zurara [...]. In his book [...] he relates how the Portuguese Infante [royal prince], eager [...], dispatched explorer Afonso Gonçalves Baldaya in a cargo vessel to make contact with the mysterious “moors” or “pagans” who were believed to inhabit the region (Zurara, 1437).
“But these are people, no matter how beastlike they may be,” proclaimed the Infante, “and they need to be governed... I command you to penetrate this land as far as you can and that you work in order to learn about those people, perhaps taking one captive, so that you may become acquainted with them.”
It was in “the year [...] one thousand four hundred and thirty-six” that Alfonso set sail [...]. [T]he barinel eventually reached the shores of the Gold River, the Rio de Oro, situated at the Bay of Dakhla in the western Sahara. [...] Afonso and his crew sighted their first seals. Literally thousands were suddenly in their field of vision. [...] “Upon seeing on a reef at the mouth of the river a large number of sea-wolves,” relates Gomes da Zurara, “which, according to the estimates of some, amounted to five thousand, he ordered killed those that could be killed and had their furs loaded onto the ship [...].” Despite the windfall in skins and oil, Afonso was still dissatisfied, having failed to take captive any of the elusive natives. He therefore ventured a further 50 leagues “to see if he could capture a man or at least a woman or child in order to satisfy the will of his master.” [...]
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[In] 1437 [...] another Portuguese ship was dispatched to the Gold River to fill its hold with the furs and oil of the sea-wolves. [...] In 1441, [...] the Infante ordered his young wardrobe keeper, Antão Gonçalves, to captain a small ship and return to the Gold River. [...] “[T]he reason for this voyage, as instructed by his Lordship,” writes da Zurara, “was none other than to load that ship with a great quantity of hides and oil from those sea-wolves.” It appears to have been a lucrative undertaking. “ [...]
Antão Gonçalves had fulfilled the command of his master, his ship’s hold brimming with hides and casks, but the young man was eager to pursue his adventures rather than return home as ordered. He assembled his 21-man crew on deck, and addressed them with a rousing speech: “Friends and brothers, our cargo is complete, as you can see, so the principal aim of our mission has been accomplished, and we could well return should we wish to limit our toil…” He then proposed an adventure that would gladden the men’s hearts, providing relief from the laborious and tedious task of hunting, skinning and melting-down seals – a hunt for native slaves [...].
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These first tentative expeditions to the Gold River paved the way for hunting on a more intensive, industrial scale, with 15th century Portuguese explorers dividing their time between lucrative massacres of seals and the equally profitable slave trade [...].
Indeed, within a few years of the sea wolf discovery, a purpose-built installation to process seal hides and oil had been constructed on Ylha de Lobos [...] in the estuary of the Rio de Oro [...]. Around Cap Barbas [...] no less than three sites once bore the name of the sea wolf [...]. [T]he [French and British] colonial plundering of the region [in the early twentieth century] [...], like [...] [Portuguese] conquest before them, were also portrayed as essentially idealistic endeavours. Just as the conquest of the Rio de Oro by massacre and slavery [...] “proves anew that the pursuit of disinterested geographical knowledge [...] were never the only motives of colonial conquest, so the slaughter [...] would today be called “rational exploitation” [...]”.
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All text above by: William M. Johnson. “Monk Seals in Post-Classical History: The role of the Mediterranean monk seal (Monachus monachus) in European history and culture, from the fall of Rome to the 20th century.” Mededelingen 39. The Netherlands Commission for International Nature Protection. 2004. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me.]
#something about fifteenth century spanish in caribbean and portuguese in africa really lays bare#the close connection between industrial extraction of plants and animal products and the racist labor and enslavement#columbus and spanish settlers only decades later would boast of mass slaughter of the caribbean monk seal while enslaving locals#abolition#ecology#imperial#colonial#caribbean#extinction
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The Shag Harbor UFO
On the night of 4 October 1967, at about 11:20 pm Atlantic Daylight Time, it was reported that something had crashed into the waters of Shag Harbour. At least eleven people saw a low-flying lit object head towards the harbour. Multiple witnesses reported hearing a whistling sound "like a bomb," then a "whoosh," and finally a loud bang. The object was never officially identified, and was therefore referred to as an unidentified flying object (UFO) in Government of Canada documents. The Canadian military became involved in a subsequent rescue/recovery effort. The initial report was made by local resident Laurie Wickens and four of his friends. Driving through Shag Harbour, on Highway 3, they spotted a large object descending into the waters off the harbour. Attaining a better vantage point, Wickens and his friends saw an object floating 250 to 300 m (820 to 980 ft) offshore in the waters of Shag Harbour. Wickens contacted the RCMP detachment in Barrington Passage and reported he had seen a large airplane or small airliner crash into the waters off Shag Harbour.
Assuming an aircraft had crashed, within about 15 minutes, two RCMP officers arrived at the scene. Concerned for survivors, the RCMP detachment contacted the Rescue Coordination Centre (RCC) in Halifax to advise them of the situation and ask if any aircraft were missing. Before any attempt at rescue could be made, the flying object, with lights still showing, started to sink and disappeared from view.
A rescue mission was quickly assembled. Within half an hour of the crash, local fishing boats went out to the crash site in the waters of the Gulf of Maine off Shag Harbour to look for survivors. No survivors, bodies or debris were taken, either by the fishermen or by a Canadian Coast Guard search and rescue cutter, which arrived about an hour later from nearby Clark's Harbour.
By the next morning, RCC Halifax had determined that no aircraft were missing. While still tasked with the search, the captain of the Canadian Coast Guard cutter received a radio message from RCC Halifax that all commercial, private and military aircraft were accounted for along the eastern seaboard, in both Atlantic provinces and New England.
The same morning, RCC Halifax also sent a priority telex to the "Air Desk" at air force headquarters in Ottawa, which handled all civilian and military UFO sightings, informing them of the crash and that all conventional explanations such as aircraft, flares, etc. had been dismissed. Therefore, this was labelled a "UFO Report." The head of the Air Desk then sent another priority telex to the navy headquarters concerning the "UFO Report" and recommended an underwater search be mounted. The navy, in turn, sent another priority telex tasking Fleet Diving Unit Atlantic with carrying out the search.
Two days after the incident had been observed, a detachment of navy divers from Fleet Diving Unit Atlantic was assembled and for the next three days, they combed the seafloor of the Gulf of Maine off Shag Harbor looking for an object. The final report said no trace of an object was found.
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@g0blinwitch asked for context so you all get KANÉ LORE
IN THE BEGINNING Cain got cursed right i believe he was struck with immortality. He did have children and descendants called the Caanites and while they were advanced for the era they also weren't... Very good people.
So THOUSANDS OF YEARS LATER cain has outlived most of his family, and has busied himself by travelling the world. He attends a shindig at a little quaint town called Woodstock, and meets a young mixed Black woman named Cassidy Smith.
They hung out a few months, until cain left again.
Cassidy found out later she was pregnant and tried to look for him. No matter who she asked know one knew him. Any files or info she managed to get ended up being a dead end. Cassidy later gave birth to a child, Flora. They moved to florida to be close to some relatives
Cassidy did her best to support themselves, working odd jobs and getting a gig as a secretary. Flora grew up to be a resourceful and smart woman, getting good marks and teaching her kids the value of nature. But her love life was a different story.
Flora always had this naive idea of love and often dated guys who were crappy. One of these men became of father of her kids, Evangeline and Avaline.
Father left when Evangeline was 5 and Avaline was 2. By that point Flora was burned out and decided to move back to her mom's house. She got a job at a supermarket, working the floral department.
When the girls were preteens, Flora died of cancer. Cassidy worked long hours to help pay off debt and crematory expenses (a standard funeral was beyond their pay). It was also when Evan started to sorta act out struggling with her loss. She often skipped class to go skating and parkour with her friends.
By the time evan was in her teens she was a delinquent and drop out. One night after a nasty argument with Cassidy, Evan stormed off and was walking around when she was found by a woman named Richina. Richina took her to see her boss friendly man named Balthazar Webb. Balthazar said he was looking for some performers for his play and was scouting out potential recruits. He says he saw Evangeline out doing parkour with her friends and impressed by her talent. He wanted to see if she could join.
Evangeline leaped at the chance. Not only would that get her away from her ramshackle neighbourhood but also means getting money ti help support her sister.
Wait her sister! Wouldn't she miss her?
Balthazar promised Evangeline will see her sister again, and that she will be taken care of. With that Evangeline took him on his offer.
What she didn't know is Balthazar's circus wasn't his only venture.
The circus travelled the eastern seaboard, often staying at one place for months at a time. Evangeline used her middle name "Akane" as her stage name "Kané." She was also given two swords that she discovered was imbued with a mystical green energy.
Balthazar often sent his top performers on missions to steal from the wealthiest patrons. Sometimes he even had Evangeline go, using her skill in parkour to scope out targets and break in. Evangeline didn't mind it actually, the rich pigs could deal with a loss of a few hundred dollars and a diamond necklace. As long as they don't target the poor or kill anyone it was fine!
All the while poor Cassidy wonders about her missing grandchild. And the envelopes of cash that keeps appearing on her doorstep.
Balthazar also told Kané that her birthmark was the mark kf Cain, making her a direct relative if the First Murderer himself. At first Kané thought it was horrible, only for Balthazar to say this means she cannot die. Not by normal means that is. Kané asks how come her mom didn't get the mark & Balthazar says the mark tends to skip generations. He says he has done a lot of research about biblical theology and demonology, and thinks Kané is very special.
Kané also discovers that most people in her family aren't accepted into heaven and hell because it's a part of Cain's punishment. Believing this to be unfair and seeing the same fate befallen her mother, Kané vows to get rid of both systems. Or die trying.
Eventually the circus arrived in Chicago. Kané and one of the senior Performers is tasked with giving money to the same organization I.M.P., with the intent of double crossing them. However the agents caught on to the trick. A fight ensues and in the fray" the cops are called.
In the chaos shots ring out and a bullet grazes Kané. She's fine but admits she'll definitely feel that in the morning.
At that point me and Lucifer are in the tentative early stages of dating™, but I'm needed in the mortal realm because someone stole a precious heirloom from a friend who also lived in the windy city. While investigating, I come across a poster announcing the arrival of Balthazar's circus. Out of curiosity I go to the fairgrounds and see Kané in the middle of practice.
She's okay but I notice her left arm is bandaged. She says it's from a misstep and gives me a couple of free tickets to see the real performance later. Lucifer pops up in a mini form and tells me he got some weird vibes from this circus but I tell that applies to every circus including his own. He pouts and that night, attends the show with me disguised as a hooman named Luca.
At the same time Lilith is on the beach in Heaven when Lute tells her about Cain's surviving relatives. Lilith asks for any pictures and is given on of Flora, Evangeline and Avaline. some similarities between her an Eve. Lilith thinks Evangeline looks so similar to Eve that she could be a Direct descendant or even her reincarnation. She learns about Balthazar's circus and in a rare moment, Lilith panics because she knows who Balthazar is and that he is up to no good.
In the meanwhile Seth (Cain and Abel's brother) is sent to watch over Avaline and Cassidy, because he believes they are innocent and doesn't deserve to be punished for Cain's sins. Abel stays in heaven unsure if he could forgive the man who took his life and shown no real remorse for it.
On the Hotel side, Charlie has grown successful and is ramping up her political prowess when she meets a familiar stranger.......ADAM??
Turns out Adam was reborn as a sinner, because he was killed by nifty and as a punishment for being an affront to feminism. Adam HATES IT. He makes sure to let everyone else know it by being as loud and rude as possible, also he makes sockpuppet accounts badmouthing the hotel.
Somehow Lili gets into contact and tells him about the Smiths, Adam is like "so the little brat spawned more hellions".
Through a convoluted plan Evangeline is dragged to hell and forced to stay at the hotel. That's where she meets Adam. The former angel goes "ah hell NAW not this shit again!!" And the family reunion quickly devolves into a curse fest. Charlie calms them down, I explain that Evangeline is safer at the hotel. Me and Lulu go back to try to stop Balthazar. Charlie starts to see it as a way to help Adam learn to care about someone else, and help Kané learn to handle her anger is a healthy way.
So begins HAZBIN SEASON 2 NOW AVAILABLE NOWHERE BECAUSE IT DOESN'T EXIST!
#yes i combined Oc lore with selfship; hanna montana said its the best of both worlds#ALSO i like broken families repair themselves and each other while accepting new ppl#hazbin oc#hazbin sona#hazbin selfship#hazbin spoilers#oc lore#selfship#tw hazbin hotel
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Burgess Observer(Aka Frosts town newspaper)FINAL ISSUE!
News!
MAIN HEADLINE:
Hathway wins election by a landslide!
Yes,it's true he won the Presidential elections by a landslide because a landslide blocked his opponents road out of his house and caused him to miss most of the last campaigns which were decisive as he had a lead.But without appearing to address several key states he had a decisive defeat and lost by a mere 0,1 percent of voters!Hathway is a relatively unknown candidate and was at a disadvantage to win,then again he was not known for anything bad either….
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Local News!
GIANT MIRACLE!
Last night somebody(or somebodies)built an intricate 18 foot snowman of Paul Bunyan.As part of the Burgess snowman competition it won first place by a landslide!But no one has come forth as to who have built it,whoever did it must have done quite some work on this Ice giant as it is very detailed and looks life-like and is well…gigantic with the ice being practically melded together as if by magic.Whoever you are we all would like to thank you(and your team)for this not only is it the biggest snowman made in the county,but it also caused a rapid increase in tourist and sight-seekers visiting.
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Other headlines
Meteor Mystery
Last night Mt.Palomar picked up an asteroid the size of a small town it was heading towards the western seaboard,Scientist reported i could destroy a large part of the western seaboard and while the ICMs were being ready to knock it off course(or destroy it if neccesary)it dispersed under unknown conditions seemingly by itself and NASA is completely puzzled,to add to it somehow it wasn't seen until it was very close to Earth,and it being unknown why it wasnt picked up until then. According to experts its calculated impact point was Arcadia Oaks Ca.
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Rescue,Repair and Renovate
After years of neglect ,thanks to a public fund and renewed interest the Local Drive-in theater called Forbidden Theater:The Terror from beyond fear!Is reopening,after being built in the late 40s and thriving for a long time till lower attendance due to the opening of the town cinema,it made a comeback thanks to support and new interest for movie nights in the cold night and fresh air and many daters chosing to go there.They always say theres a nice chill there at night…after some unexplained mysterious occurrences in and around town in recent years the sci-fi,mystery,monster movie craze came back with it.
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Interview with Professor Bomba
He is a scientist and artist from Danbury, Connecticut he has done quite extensive research on forests and has come up through his years of research of a theory of little people living in the forest.
Alleged Dragon sightings in Canada near Kullersen Fissures-Theories and Explantions
The pride of the W.S.P. Fireball XL5 returns to Space City base in South Pacific after interplanetary exploration mission
Genetically engineered tomato with chemically altered ranch salad dressing experiment damadges 6 city blocks!
And more!
Eyes on the sky!
Weather:Fairly frosty with a chance of snow.
Today the Forbinned Theater presents:
-The BLOB
-Forbidened Planet
-Earth vs the flying saucers
-Destination:MOON!
-Mothra vs Goodzilla
Well this is it!
MARCH 27TH!!!ALERT!!!THE GUARDIANS COME TOGETHER TO FIGHT THERE BIGGEST THREAT!!!(MORE DANGEROUS AND POWERFULL THAN PITCH!!!!)
AND THEY WONT BE ALONE!!!!
ON MARCH 27TH!!!
This is the last thing i will publish till the story arc with a prologue on 26th and the story starting on 27th this will be an event you wont want to miss with several ties to the past.(And lets be real he would win any snowman competition by a long-shot!)
It seems as though Jack will be off the naughty list for that.
And I see he likes to watch movies and have some fun while watching them.(And if it werent for him it might not even have been reopened)
Always helping his town directly or indirectly.
Who built the Giant Statue?The same who did the snowflake Formation(Wrong answears only please.)
#dreamworks#rotg#jack frost#rise of the guardians#nine realms#epic 2013#monsters vs aliens#paul bunyan#snowman#president of the united states#trollhunters#wizards tales of arcadia#3below#nasa#the blob#earth vs the flying saucers#godzilla#gojira#forbidden planet#rotg jack frost#jackson overland frost#presidential election#fireball xl5#drive in theater
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Giving Back.
As part of our mission to give back to the community I pledged to end world poverty by 2456, even if I'm not alive I'm sure someone will achieve it! As part of my mission to create job growth, and therefore pull millions out of poverty, I have invested in creating a new financial district in south Taipei, Taiwan! If China decides to invade, a domino effect of explosives shall be triggered on the Western coast of Taiwan, creating tsunamis that will engulf the entire Chinese seaboard. But that is in the future. I have attached a picture of the construction of the new Taipei stock exchange!
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‘I had nowhere else to go’ -hailhydrasheads because Brock doesn’t really have a lot of friends
It was past midnight when the doorbell rang at the brownstone at 160 State Street, Brooklyn, New York. On top of that, it was raining a dreary, slow sort of cold drizzle outside with the advent of autumn on the Eastern Seaboard. Bucky was a man who stayed up late and slept in late these days, unless he had a mission or other Avengers related detail to pay attention to, and tonight was really no different. Still, it was strange for someone to come calling at such a late hour, so when Bucky rose to answer the door, he did so with wariness. No alarms within the house had been set off indicating that the perimeter had been breached, and Alpine seemed untroubled by anything within the house - but even so.
Stepping out into the foyer, he saw a lone figure huddled under the overhang on the front steps, illuminated in the yellowed porch light. Who it was, was obscured by the frosted nature of the glass inlays around the door, so he slipped a knife he kept hidden in a coat hanging by the door out and into his hand, and made his way to the door. He cracked the door open first, peering out into the night at the stranger huddled there, and narrowed his eyes.
"Yeah? Can I help you?"
However, the face that turned to greet him when he asked that, even scarred as it was, suddenly had Bucky sitting in the Chair eleven years ago, back when all he had known was pain and fear and compliance. He tensed all the way down, ready to spring, the knife gripped in his hand.
"...You had nowhere else to go, and so you just happen to choose the house of the guy you were accessory to torture to, Rumlow?" he asked through the crack in the door. He could see that Rumlow looked miserably wet and possibly injured - but he knew that it could have also been a trap. "...HYDRA's gone, and you're all out of my head. You'll never control me again. Tell me why I should help you."
It occurred to him then that perhaps Rumlow was also on the run, trying to escape - something he could very much relate to. But it could have easily been a lie. He needed to get him to talk first, before he could make that call.
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@brooklynislandgirl || Taken from here.
When news of the outbreak came to light ~as a doctor she'd had advanced warning~ they didn't know what was going to happen. Samples were hard to come by and information even moreso. The rumours had run rampant, that it was everything from a biological weapon attack to a new variation of the flu, like what had happened in 1918, or maybe the Bubonic plague. The first few vectors and patience were scarce. Normal protocols were issued and hospitals all along the eastern seaboard and south were put on alert about symptoms. But that… that didn't last long. Not when the news started reporting aggression and cannibalism. Then there was talk about the dead coming back to life.
Eventually the CDC declared the virus a global pandemic. For all the good that did. Everywhere there was civil unrest. Looting, rioting, widespread breakdown of infrastructures like power and other utilities, communications blackouts and the like. Within twenty-four hours the country as a whole was put under martial law.
Andy was called up, orders to report immediately to Fort Benning. They'd argued, because of course they did. He didn't want to leave her behind alone. She had said she couldn't stand by and do nothing while the homeless and her other low-income patients suffered while the hospital networks in the City were already overwhelmed. In the end, her brother had won. While he took a flight to his next post, she had packed the car to the brim and drove down. They would meet up as soon as everything was sorted. Worse case scenario, they'd reunite and make their way upstate. The cabin first, and from there they'd choose the safest location to weather the storm.
That had been over a month ago, and for all she'd tried, Beth hadn't managed to make contact, not since Operation Cobalt. Atlanta had fallen. Manhattan had, too. And she was left, on her own, to try and follow through.
And maybe, just maybe for once in her life, Beth was grateful that the Admiral had treated his children like soldiers and not as the billionaire trust-fund babies that they were. She could camp, she could shoot. She knew the land like she knew her own backyard, and most importantly, she'd learned how to listen for and mostly avoid…them.
So laying there pressed as flat to the ground as she can get, in the ditch, still a half mile away from the abandoned forestry cabin she'd made it to, with what she hopes is a sprained and not broken ankle and hoping for all the world that the sounds she heard wasn't one of the walkers…
Is she alright?
No, not really.
But at least she can't die of mortification, right?
That deep, rich voice is warm. It's almost inviting. And it's definitely not the low grunts and groans she's come to be terrified of. Had he seen her misstep and take the tumble off the embankment? Had he been stalking her unaware? Had he thought like most people do that she's just a kid, easy prey? Her heart beats rabbit-fast. While he might not be a walker, she has no idea what his intentions are. There's still so much that can go wrong for a woman alone, especially one of her small stature. She looks at her gun, and carefully slips the safety off.
"I don' wan any trouble, Mistah. Jus' so ya know…I'm armed. But I mean, yeah, I could use some help, I t'ink my leg all hamajang."
Gathering the kills of the forest was Daryl’s expertise. Checking traps for possible, hopeful, catches of squirrel or rabbit or deer. Various methods, contraptions scattered throughout the entire wood, funnily enough, it wasn’t Daryl who took responsibility that day. It was Shane. With shotgun carried and an exhausted frown upon his face, Daryl and his crossbow were needed someplace else, on a mission that the former deputy was not. All under the command of Rick - his word was law around the camp - all under the uncertain glare of Shane. Dixon was a noble shot and could take down anything that moved. Was skilled in the art of an arrow, there was concern in how stable the man was. A brother lost but a new friend gained; the survivors hadn’t known the male all that long. Still was new to them, still was contested, out of respect for his partner, Shane did little to debate the issue. Allowed for Daryl and Rick and Glenn to do as they needed. Decided to be of use for the group rather than an anchor, the least he could do was check on those traps, untangle the prizes and bring them back to base for cooking. A weak hunter by comparison, though he was no Daryl or Merle, Shane knew his ways around the lands, the animals.
Location after location inspected, the traps were just as bare as when Daryl had first laid them down. Each without so much as a shift to its position. As if the creatures of the woods didn’t care - made themselves scarce. Abandoned the trees entirely, the vast greenery and plants and grasses, save for the songs of birds, Shane couldn’t hear a single call from the wildlife. Hooves were silent. Wings were soundless. Breath just as quiet against the ears, even as he traveled deeper and deeper into the pine, there was no sign of other life. It was like the world had been made anew. From scratch, just as was written within the Good Book, the Lord hadn’t yet created animals but he did fashion Walkers. Savages that appeared far more human than they were. Monsters - mangled flesh and bones exposed - true evil. Shane hadn’t known that persons so foul could be real. Men and women alike who wouldn’t be deterred by the feeling of handcuffs around their wrists, an evening spent behind bars and away from decent society, these were beasts that, even he, couldn’t defeat. No matter how hard he tried. No matter what he did against them. They continued to come back for more. Starved and searching for another meal; desperate to get their bite.
Discovering no source of food entangled in wire, Shane was all but ready to turn on his heels and head back to camp. Disappointing news on his lips, for all were optimistic about Daryl’s attempts, even he, himself, broken branches and a heavy thud halted any such movement toward home. Fallen leaves tossed and thrown about just down the path from where he stood. Crunching, loose twigs snapping under the weight of something, very humane grunts and groans. Geeks none too close, but very well could be within distance, yet, the shotgun within his grasp was gripped with a passionate might. Aimed and loaded and readied. Pointed straight ahead and fingers prepared to pull the trigger, with an alert look and scanning browns, Shane paced onward. One foot after the other like a military march. Like he was trained to do while at the Academy, old dogs and old tricks constant companions. Voices of commanding officers mere ghosts - the rules and regulations of the Force disciplined strongly - the gentle whispers of his beloved grandmother. Be good and do good; the deputy was set.
Crossing along the outline of the ditch, deeply carved from the Earth, there was no Walker that he needed to worry over. A cloudy stare not at all the one that gazed back at him, rather was there a woman, another alive soul. Wounded but still able to take breath, a leg was in no great shape to do much of anything. Harmed - patterned in small purple bruises - obviously damaged and scathed. Nameless, least thus far, the woman didn’t seem like the incapable sort. Armed, and with the safety of her gun no more, just as quickly as Shane could dispose of her, she could do the same to him, too. Disadvantaged or not, a fool would he have been to ignore such a fact. Stubborn as ever, but a dead stubborn man in the end, carefully, did Shane creep closer to her. Dropped his gun in a sign of peace, onto the nearby weeds, but made no bodily reference to his still carrying a blade, stuffed in the waistband of his blue jeans, into the ditch did he fall. Onto his feet and with the dust around himself freely floating about. Into the lungs and without warning; into the eyes and without much compassion.
“Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy, ma’am. I ain’t gonna hurt you.” Shane reassured, palms exposed and raised upward, hands up. “My name’s Shane Walsh. Deputy Shane Walsh. I was just out here checkin’ on my traps when I heard a noise. I guess that was you taking a tumble into this here ditch. How’d that happen? Can you move it?”
Stepping a little closer, not exactly trusting an outsider, but not disregarding her, either, vision took note of every spot to her injured leg. “There ain’t nobody hidin’ and lookin’ to ambush me right now, is there, ma’am? Let me make it clear, it won’t end pretty between us if there is. I wanna help you, alright? I’d hate for things to have to come to that. Y’all tell me the truth.”
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Friday Releases for December 1
Friday is the busiest day of the week for new releases, so we've decided to collect them all in one place. Friday Releases for December 1 include Godzilla Minus One, Silent Night, SteamWorld Build, and more.
Godzilla Minus One
Godzilla Minus One, the new movie from Takashi Yamazaki, is out today.
In postwar Japan, a new terror rises; Godzilla. Will the devastated people be able to survive… let alone fight back?
Silent Night
Silent Night, the new movie from John Woo, is out today.
From legendary director John Woo and the producer of John Wick comes this gritty revenge tale of a tormented father (Joel Kinnaman) who witnesses his young son die when caught in a gang’s crossfire on Christmas Eve. While recovering from a wound that costs him his voice, he makes vengeance his life’s mission and embarks on a punishing training regimen in order to avenge his son’s death.
Candy Cane Lane
Candy Cane Lane, the new movie from Reginald Hudlin, is out today.
Eddie Murphy stars in this holiday comedy adventure about a man on a mission to win his neighborhood’s annual Christmas home decoration contest. After Chris (Eddie Murphy) inadvertently makes a deal with a mischievous elf named Pepper (Jillian Bell) to better his chances of winning, she casts a magic spell that brings the 12 Days of Christmas to life and wreaks havoc on the whole town. At the risk of ruining the holidays for his family, Chris, his wife Carol (Tracee Ellis Ross), and their three children must race against the clock to break Pepper’s spell, battle deviously magical characters and save Christmas for everyone.
How I Learned To Fly
How I Learned To Fly, the new movie from Simon Steuri, is out today.
Two African-American teenage boys are suddenly and mysteriously abandoned by their parents. The two have to learn how to survive on their own. From this desertion, comes an experience of beauty, meaning and enduring love.
How The Gringo Stole Christmas
How The Gringo Stole Christmas, the new movie from Angel Gracia, is out today.
George Lopez stars as Bennie, eagerly anticipating the arrival of his daughter Claudia (Emily Tosta) at his Mexican-Hispanic-American-Chicano Christmas party in East L.A. But Bennie gets a heart attack of a surprise when Claudia appears from New York with her new boyfriend, Leif (Jack Kilmer) — an uninvited gringo. As cultures clash, Bennie’s holiday party becomes a dysfunctional family Christmas to remember!
La Syndicaliste
La Syndicaliste, the new movie from Jean-Paul Salomé, is out today.
An investigative thriller set in the world of nuclear power and corrupt politics, La Syndicaliste follows the true story of Maureen Kearney (Isabelle Huppert), the influential head union representative of a French multinational nuclear powerhouse. A deft navigator of elite political and financial circles, Maureen becomes a whistleblower when she discovers international backroom dealings, exposing secrets that shook the French nuclear sector. Fighting against government ministers and industry leaders, Maureen worked tirelessly to bring the scandal to light and defend thousands of jobs until she was violently sexually assaulted in her own home, seemingly targeted for her attempts to reveal the truth. As her attack is investigated, new elements create doubt in the minds of detectives and lawyers, and they begin to see Maureen not as a victim, but as a suspect. Surrounded by powerful enemies and unable to trust anyone, Maureen must fight to clear her name.
May December
May December, the new movie from Todd Haynes, is out today.
Twenty years after their notorious tabloid romance gripped the nation, a married couple buckles under the pressure when an actress arrives to do research for a film about their past.
The Sweet East
The Sweet East, the new movie from Sean Price Williams, is out today.
THE SWEET EAST is a picaresque journey through the cities and woods of the Eastern seaboard of the United States. Lillian, a high school senior from South Carolina, gets her first glimpse of the wider world on a class trip to Washington, D.C. Separated from her schoolmates, she embarks on a fractured road trip in search of America. Along the way, she falls in with a variety of strange factions, each living out their own alternative realities in our present day.
Sweet Home S2
The second season of Sweet Home, the TV series from Eung-bok Lee, is out today.
The stakes are higher than ever as the line between monster and human begins to blur. Can Hyun-su and the other survivors fight to stay alive?
SteamWorld Build
SteamWorld Build, the new game from The Station and Thunderful Publishing, is out today.
Break ground on a new frontier as the planet dies around you! Dig deep and build wide to excavate long-lost spacefaring technology, while ensuring everyone has the vital water, fuel and creature comforts they need! Do you have what it takes to reach the final frontier?
Rogue Masters
Rogue Masters, the new game from Advance Garde and Main Leaf, is out today.
Rogue Masters is a 6 player co-op horde survival game with souls-like combat and extensive character customization where you fight Entropy in long-lost civilizations.
Conductor Machine
Conductor Machine, the new album from Conway the Machine and Conductor Williams, is out today.
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Events 10.15 (after 1950)
1951 – Mexican chemist Luis E. Miramontes completes the synthesis of norethisterone, the basis of an early oral contraceptive.
1954 – Hurricane Hazel devastates the eastern seaboard of North America, killing 95 and causing massive floods as far north as Toronto.
1956 – FORTRAN, the first modern computer language, is first shared with the coding community.
1965 – Vietnam War: A draft card is burned during an anti-war rally by the Catholic Worker Movement, resulting in the first arrest under a new law.
1966 – The Black Panther Party is created by Huey P. Newton and Bobby Seale.
1970 – During the construction of Australia's West Gate Bridge, a span of the bridge falls and kills 35 workers. The incident is the country's worst industrial accident to this day.
1979 – Supporters of the Malta Labour Party ransack and destroy the Times of Malta building and other locations associated with the Nationalist Party.
1979 – A coup d'état in El Salvador overthrows President Carlos Humberto Romero and begins the 12 year-long Salvadoran Civil War.
1987 – Aero Trasporti Italiani Flight 460 crashes near Conca di Crezzo, Italy, killing all 37 people on board.
1987 – A coup d'état in Burkina Faso overthrows and kills then President Thomas Sankara.
1989 – Wayne Gretzky becomes the all-time leading points scorer in the NHL.
1990 – Soviet Union leader Mikhail Gorbachev is awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for his efforts to lessen Cold War tensions and open up his nation.
1991 – The "Oh-My-God particle", an ultra-high-energy cosmic ray measured at 40,000,000 times that of the highest energy protons produced in a particle accelerator, is observed at the University of Utah HiRes observatory in Dugway Proving Ground, Utah.
1991 – The leaders of the Baltic States, Arnold Rüütel of Estonia, Anatolijs Gorbunovs of Latvia and Vytautas Landsbergis of Lithuania, signed the OSCE Final Act in Helsinki, Finland.
1994 – The United States, under the Clinton administration, returns Haiti's first democratically elected president, Jean-Bertrand Aristide, to the island.
1997 – The Cassini probe launches from Cape Canaveral on its way to Saturn.
2001 – NASA's Galileo spacecraft passes within 112 miles (180 km) of Jupiter's moon Io.
2003 – China launches Shenzhou 5, its first crewed space mission.
2006 – The 6.7 Mw Kiholo Bay earthquake rocks Hawaii, causing property damage, injuries, landslides, power outages, and the closure of Honolulu International Airport.
2007 – Seventeen activists in New Zealand are arrested in the country's first post-9/11 anti-terrorism raids.
2008 – The Dow Jones Industrial Average closes down 733.08 points, or 7.87%, the second worst percentage drop in the Dow's history.
2013 – The 7.2 Mw Bohol earthquake strikes the Philippines. At least 215 were killed.
2016 – One hundred and ninety-seven nations amend the Montreal Protocol to include a phase-out of hydrofluorocarbons.
2018 – 13-year-old American girl, Jayme Closs, is kidnapped from her Barron, Wisconsin home after her parents were both murdered.
2021 – Sir David Amess MP is assassinated during a constituency surgery by radical Islamist Ali Harbi Ali.
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Hunter Army Airfield Housing
Hunter Army Airfield (HAAF) is a world class training, military armored power projection, and aircraft assembly installation on the eastern seaboard of the United States. HAAF is located in Chatham County, which is home to Savannah and Pooler, Georgia. HAAF is an integral part of the U.S. Army’s global network of bases.
The base housing is managed by Balfour Beatty and has five neighborhoods that house active duty families, DoD civilians, retirees, and dependent children. The five neighborhoods have a mix of 2-4 bedroom duplexes and single family homes. HAAF has a wide range of amenities and is located close to shopping, dining, and entertainment.
Located southwest of Savannah, HAAF is home to the 1st Battalion, 75th Infantry Regiment. Its history dates back to 1967 and was reactivated as Hunter Army Airfield after the closure of the Air Force flight training center following the end of the war in Viet Nam. HAAF is a subordinate installation to Fort Stewart and operates as the Army’s primary helicopter flight training facility.
Soldiers and their families looking to live on post should contact the Housing Services Office for more information. The HSO can assist with locating off-post housing options as well.
There are plenty of homes for sale and rent on and off base at Hunter Army Airfield. Most of the communities near the base are in Chatham County, with some located in Bryan County and Effingham County as well. Prices are higher in these areas, but many spouses say it’s worth it to be closer to the bases.
For those wanting to live in Hunter Army Airfield Housing, there are several different types of homes that are available depending on rank and family size. For example, three-bedroom homes are only available to E7 and above, while four-bedroom homes are for all ranks. Service Members can apply for on-base housing within 30 days of clearing their previous duty station.
Trophy Point Realty Group was founded by two veterans on a mission to bring fairness, creativity, & indomitable spirit to every real estate transaction. Realtors & founding partners, Wynn Martin & Pat Wilver, cut their teeth as West Point cadets & combat arms officers. Since starting Trophy Point, we are proud to have five West Point grads on our team. They all learned the value of teamwork, tenacity, boldness, & honor, & realized the importance of investing in real estate while still serving on active duty. Our team has a combined 35+ years of experience in renovations, flips, property management, & multi-family investing.
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The daily star Tuesday issue...
announces Summer Solstice 2023
regarding ray zing planetary earthlings
Wednesday, June twenty first
at 10:57 Ante Meridian
Eastern standard time
will find Earth's North Pole tilted
closest toward sun. This demarcates
most daylight hours of the year for
people living in the northern hemisphere.
Just shy of high noon sun (lil more than
twelve hours from drafting these lines)
nearest star in solar system reaches
highest point in the sky.
Hence hasty intent to beat buzzer sound
dashing off riding figurative one seahorse
open sleigh madly awk cross cyber sea,
aye rudder sally forth (slogging thru
virtual flotsam and jetsam) with poetic
obeisance paid to average size ball of
Earth, wind and fire, my out of this
world quasi stellar benediction, since
Earthlings traveled thru space/time
continuum circa complimenting
summer solstice at Stonehenge
when the sky clear, the sun rises
behind the Heel stone, the ancient entrance
to the circle, and rays of sunlight channelled
into the centre of the monument.
Perchance bajillion years ago, when predecessors
of present day primates (coon sitter terribly
less a bomb bin hubble), versus twenty first
century Homo sapiens predilection for total
mortal kombat graphically spiraling downward
zeroing (kamikaze like), analogy drawn,
viz subjective mathematical roulette curves,
albeit hypotrochoids and epitrochoids staining
countless grains of sand, count them yourself,
yielding result (somewhere very loosely
approximating 7.5 x 1018, or seven quintillion,
five hundred quadrillion grains.
Such minutiae less significant within the realm
of present day Homo sapiens, whose lives less
linkedin with phenomena affecting life on this
oblate spheroid, (which could come to a crashing
halt predicated on burgeoning human population
jeopardizing sustainable planet presuming
industrial paradigm prevails, thence man/
woman kind will unwittingly trumpet, and
or sound claxon (ex post facto), while
warming temperatures melt glaciers,
asper huge popsicles drowning
multitudinous habitats courtesy of
violent meteorologic cataclysms, where
Noah's ark will be big enough to save majority
of creatures, and (wherein no art of the deal)
savvy enough to wall off sky high tidal
Katrina and the waves, then nature will (make
a killing) relishing tidying Atlas sized tureen
if necessary applying pledged finishing touches
repurposing third rock for another species slated
to inherit pseudo tabula rasa after Campbells,
and broth hers detox polluted primordial soup
i.e. once cleansed of poisons, thus...I condense
my Green New Deal spiel!
Midwinter night dream filled
with balm of June solstice rays
lackadaisical and carefree months ideal time
to while away pronounced illuminated days
outdoor sports a favorite choice
occupies athletic population,
which venues witness frequent surge
and spill of overtime plays
another popular milieu
favorable climate awakens
constitutes habitués vacationers visit
ashore popular waterways
beachfront shoreline inundated
by mass exodus of sun worshippers
tidal seaboard awash
along every square inch
human species splashes to keep cool
within ocean and bays.
Six months ago bitter cold
and dark snow filled skies
wrought undeserved vengeance
viewed from these eyes,
who after each and
every major winter storm
donned proper attire
to stay warm outside
while clearing walkway
with shovel in hand
executed repetitive motion
akin to how boater plies
similar (yet reversed)
bodily swing of arms
now readily prepares for execution
of most difficult seasonal task
requires usage of most complex muscle
the source of poetry witty and wise.
Awake to the solar celestial sea chant
mourning regarding species no longer extant
thus upon figurative shoulders of youth
tasked with survival of humanity
a behemoth nearly impossible mission
younger generations unfairly saddled
with obligatory filched grant
courtesy when fossil fuels
broadcast onset of
fourth Industrial Revolutions
spewing paradigm viz
free market capitalist kant
now quashing, thrashing,
wrestling against rant
long fostering Homo sapiens dominance.
Starry-eyed dark matter
of infinite space
espied by countless eons
since original human race
became cognizant of her/
his terrestrial place
gilding the heavens with strings
of pearly hued lace
closer to earth charting
early skywatchers to notice moon face
held captive via gravitational brace
while zodiac archer aims
cocked bow, where knocked feathers
sans arrow complete an awesome
fantastic bullseye ace.
Mother nature’s ornery
primates supreme display
said massive breastworks broadcast inlay
feat of awesome accomplishment
finds yours truly humbled okay
with his feeble limitations
engendering ample rocky tsuris oy vey.
Today June 20th, 2023
after a light rain,
of morning mountain dew
a strand of pearls clung
to slender tree limbs
bejeweled woody flora prismatic orbs
tell tale sign recent cloudburst
cleft darkened heavens
rained watery life source liquid
downpour laced branched canopy
awash with molecular droplets
requisite to buzzfeed
burlesque Vaudeville bluster
exquisite gala performance unrehearsed
unscripted ubiquitous theatrical performance
received limitless encores
toward Gaia screenwriter
whose infinite scope
(wrought upon natural landscape palette)
exceeds the finite abilities
of those bipedal dominatrix
human organisms imbued
whose dilettante debut
(dawned these last seconds
on the clock face of geologic history)
might witness curtain call
on their final act.
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On mission team in South Korea
I reflect upon when I was a missionary in the eastern seaboard city of Kangnung, South Korea. I taught English as a second language from primary to adult students at The International English School. I was part of a group of missionary teachers from the United States and Canada. When we weren’t teaching, on a rotational schedule we preached…
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