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flowershines · 4 months

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can you do reader giving jake a head while jake is in front of his computer desk having a meeting with his colleagues 😵‍💫

{warnings} ⇨smut, fluff (if you squint), blowjob

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Shallowness surrounded your apartment while you laid down turned towards the wall scrolling aimlessly on social media as you hoped your boyfriend would get home soon. You were always very understanding of your boyfriend being an idol but it’s also very hard to see him work himself till he breaks, as he has been doing for the past few weeks which gave you both no time to see each other. When he would step foot in your apartment you would already be passed out, he would usually walk over to you as he made sure you were comfortable in the blankets and kiss your forehead then would lay down next to you.

He would leave before you could wake up as the day repeats itself throughout the week. Hours had passed while you waited for your phone to brighten up your face with his text being displayed on your screen but the only thing that would brighten your day was watching your boyfriend and his members do their lives, it gave you comfort knowing he was alright. His hair was frizzy which made his hair lay mesially on his forehead, your eyes trailed down to his collarbone as the necklace you had got him for his birthday laid loosely above his shirt which brought out his muscles.

His head rolled towards one side then towards the other as he cracked it while suddenly looked at his phone which brought your text to his attention, he picked his phone up and said it was an emergency as he walked out of the hotel room and into the hall only to see your phone light up from his contact calling you. You couldn’t help but get a rush of excitement running through your veins as you found out it was him, answering the call you heard his husky voice go through one ear and out the other. “Hey gorgeous, I'm sorry I couldn’t get back to you earlier. I’ve been busy all day plus I have to stay all night and have a conference with the members to talk about our comeback.”

He said as he huffed out the last sentence you could tell from the way his demeanor changed that he was filled with stress which caused you to nonchalantly pout slightly, “So I can’t see you tonight?” a sigh was heard from the other line “No, i’m sorry baby. You could come over to Hybe so that way during any free chances I can spend it with you.” his voice changed slightly into a more upbeat one as the thought came to his mind. “Of course I will baby, do you need anything from here?” “Nah, I'm okay. Please hurry over, I can't stand another minute if you're not here in my arms.” Hanging up the phone you immediately shot up from your spot that had previously left you rotting in the bed, walking swiftly towards the door you grabbed your slippers then walked straight to your car.

His touch could make your knees weaken, his voice could bring tears to your eyes, everything about him looked like god had shaped him into the perfect man. You were always lucky to have the best boyfriend ever. Sometimes you doubted yourself but wouldn’t try to focus too much on it. On your drive there a smile was prominent on your face, you always missed him when he was away yet this time felt way more different than any other it started to turn from an ache to a pain. It wasn’t like he had no idea what you were feeling. If anything he was feeling way more worse due to all of his stress, missing you, his family, comeback after comeback. You just wish he would get a break.

Pulling into the parking lot you could not wait to get inside, grabbing your essentials you walked into the building and headed straight to the lobby as you were met by a bunch of their staff as they were leaving for the day since the live had ended. You loved the staff, they were all so supportive of your’s and Jake’s relationship and they were always sweet to you making sure that you never felt left out, “Hey Y/n, they are all still upstairs waiting for the conference room to open up but I have to go home. I'm exhausted. Have a good weekend sweetie.” one of the staff members had told you. “Thank you, you too. Sleep well.”

Heading towards the elevator you got up to the level where she had told you where all the members were, as the door opened you saw your boyfriend who was waiting on the couch in front of the elevator. Looking up you saw his face light up as he saw you, he didn't even give you any time he ran into the elevator with you instantly wrapping his hands around you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he leaned down to hug your waist, the sounds of soft whimpers and sobs pulled you out from the crevice of his neck as you looked at his face. Tears fell from his eyes, “Baby.” you said as you brushed his hair out of his face and played with his hair as he pulled you tighter.

“I-I.. Y-y/n-n…” Not a single word was able to fall from his lips, his words were weakened and soft. It broke your heart you could not handle seeing him like this. You just wish there was some other way you could cheer him up, yet he has to spend the whole night in this building just like most nights. You shushed his words as you walked him back to the couch, you knew he would not break down like this infront of the members so thankfully they went into the nearest room when they heard Jake’s broken down voice.

Rubbing his back he pulled away from your shoulder as he tried to rub off his tears that stained your shirt “Oh, baby don’t worry about that. What happened?” pulling him to the couches you had him sit down, “Just everything, it’s too stressful.” His eyes started to water, you pulled your long sleeve down further past your fingers as you wiped his tears away as you listened to him pour his heart out of all of his stresses. “Calm down, we can talk more about it when we get home but it is 10:30.” He stood up instantly and wiped his tears urgently walking into the conference room as he would wait for the rest of the members to show up. You walked him to the room and saw how the table looked like it was divided at the bottom of it, “I don’t wanna go I just wanna go home.” he whined “The faster you get this over with the faster we can go home.” grabbing your hand he pulled you into the room with him.

“Don’t leave me please, I can hide you.” You giggled at his comment as he pulled you further into the room, “Please, for emotional support. You can hide under the table, it's closed off, they won’t even see you.” “Jak-” “Please.” he begged while you rolled your eyes, giving in to his saddened state. “Fine.” Ushering you to the floor and having you crawl under the table as the other members started to fill in the empty chairs, while they made sure Jake was okay.

As they talked about the most recent upcoming events they have planned you couldn’t help but play with Jake’s shoelaces due to complete boredom, he could not sit still. His hips were constantly moving and shifting in his seat, tapping on his knee you made him know that everything was okay yet that wasn’t the case on why he was so anxious.

Lowering his hand from being placed on the table to now grabbing your hand and placing it on his pants inching closer and closer to his cock, this man never surprised you anymore how he can go from devastated to horny in minutes. Running your fingers along the edge of his cock his foot tapped at you as he sat back more further into his seat, even though the members were talking you could hear his shaking breaths. Unzipping his pants you went as slow as possible trying not to make any noises that the members could hear, his breath hitched causing some of the members to stop and look at him. Taking his cock out while licking the tip his body language screamed tense, shoving his cock in your mouth you put him as far as you can down your throat.

He grabbed your hair tight as possible and pushed you down as far as you can go, the feeling of his shaved pelvis on your nose caused you to swallow due to the sudden itch. As you tried not to gag on him the sound of everybody wrapping up and packing up their thing’s multiple ‘goodbyes’ were heard, the footsteps lead out of the room as Jake rolled his chair out giving you room to crawl out. Getting back onto your feet you tucked his cock back into his pants which caused him to whine and beg you to ‘keep going’ but you just wanted to have sex with him in your bed. “Let’s go home, we can finish this later baby.”

#smut #fluff #enha x reader #enhypen smut #heeseung smut #jake smut #jay smut #jungwon smut #sunghoon smut #sunoo smut

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acquariusgb · 1 year

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Talking it Over- HRC column

Hillary’s weekly column: 21st January 1997 Inauguration Day for Bill and me ended early Tuesday morning after a whirlwind tour of 15 Inaugural Balls. We arrived at the White House around 2 a.m. exhausted but exhilarated. We were also famished. We hadn't eaten since lunch and headed straight to the refrigerator in our private living quarters. As we ate leftovers from a family dinner Bill and I had missed earlier that night, we chatted and recalled our favorite moments of the day. It all began with a prayer service at the historical Metropolitan AME Church in Washington. I couldn't have thought of a better way to start Inauguration Day and the day honoring Martin Luther King Jr.

As Bill prepares for another four years in office, he knows that he won't be able do his job alone. He needs his faith and people of faith to support him. The morning service, which brought together representatives from Christianity, Judaism and Islam, boosted the congregation's spirits and reaffirmed my belief that much more unites us than divides us. Friends from throughout Bill's life spoke and sang at the service. Bill Hybels, pastor of Willow Creek Community Church outside Chicago, spoke of the visits he and my husband have shared every month for the past four years, praying and talking together, strengthening their faith and building a friendship. Jesse Jackson and Tony Campolo, an evangelist minister from Philadelphia, delivered sermons challenging us all to remember our obligations to the poor. And Jennifer Holiday closed the service with a rousing rendition of "Amazing Grace" that lifted the roof and our hearts. After the service, Bill and I returned to the White House, where we greeted congressional leaders who had come to escort Bill to the Capitol. As we drove to the Capitol, I looked out the window and saw people already staking out seats along the parade route. I also saw a few protesters, who reminded me of the greatness of our democracy and our right to disagree with each other openly and peacefully. It was cold and overcast as Chelsea and I took our seats with Tipper Gore and her children at the oath-taking ceremony. I held Bill's Bible open to a passage he had selected - Isaiah 58:12 - which he later used in his speech when he said we should all be "repairers of the breach." When he repeated his name after Justice Rehnquist, "I, William Jefferson Clinton," tears welled up in my eyes, and I thought I was going to cry. I felt proud and awed as I watched my husband walk toward the podium on the West Front of the Capitol, looking out toward the mall and the Washington monument.

I had been worried about Bill's voice for three days. It had turned hoarse on Friday, and I had pleaded with him to stay in for the weekend. (I am known in my family as an incurable worrier.) But Monday, his voice was strong and clear. As Bill began his speech, the sun emerged from the clouds and bathed him in light. Chelsea and I were amazed by the weather's good timing. After the ceremony, we went to Statuary Hall, one of the most historic rooms in the Capitol for lunch with members of Congress. The menu was composed of dishes Thomas Jefferson served 200 years ago while he was in the White House. I sat between my husband and House Speaker Newt Gingrich (who, ironically, was seated to my left). Chelsea sat next to Strom Thurmond, who at 94 is still one of the Senate's greatest charmers. When Sen. Warner presented the President with the traditional gift of an already-framed picture of the morning's ceremony, I did not remember the same event occurring four years ago. Looking back, I realize I was too anxious and overwhelmed to take in the details of my husband's first inauguration. This time, I was much more relaxed and savored every moment. I was thrilled at the number of people who had come out on such a cold day to watch the inaugural parade. Bill, Chelsea and I walked the last few blocks to the White House. We saw familiar faces in the crowds and waved to them. Bill even caught sight of a man he had worked with on the Senate Foreign Relations Committee while he was a student at Georgetown University 30 years ago. The parade itself had everything from mariachi bands to polka dancers to gymnasts. I was especially pleased to see groups that I had personally invited, including Florida A&M's prized marching band and the Yelm, Wash., Elementary School Choir. The hardest part of the day was finding the energy to change into our formal wear for the evening's balls. I was afraid to nap between the parade and the balls for fear of not being able to get up. But before we knew it, Bill and I were in the motorcade, dropping in on one ball after the other and dancing to "Unforgettable." The energy of the people having a good time kept me going, even as my feet protested with every step. And when Bill and I returned to the White House, we realized we had carried all of the day's good feelings home with us.

#the clintons #hillary clinton #bill clinton #testimonials #personal testimonials #hrc weekly column #White House Years #bill and hillary

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starbuckaroo · 1 year

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Probably just coz it’s the middle of the night and I didn’t sleep last night either but I un-why-lamped myself on accident and I feel I must remove my clown nose, hang up the rainbow wig, so to speak. I no longer see a viable path forward for irl canon buddie 😔 the caveat of course is that I would love to be proven wrong, and I’m not about to be shoving these opinions on other people, but I gotta get them outta my head.

tbh I was brought into this show by ppl who fully believe(d) in canon buddie so I was eventually convinced to hop into the clown car w them. Idk if they’re still in there or not but it doesn’t much matter. I can be genuinely rooting for the honk honk crew and also acknowledge when I feel like the probability is no longer on our side.

I just I think I got so sleep deprived it made me a little high/delirious to the point where I accidentally tripped and fell into a General Audiences view of buck and Eddie and suddenly everything seemed like there was a totally obvious no homo rationale behind it. Granted, up until 6.18 I think the potential was still there, truly, but the way they ended s6 was a little too firm for me to believe they would still be able to lead a GA member down the path to canon buddie. The fact is that they needed to plant some explicit (by which I mean literally said with words or implied so strongly that there is no possible way a generic viewer would be able to take it another way) evidence that either one of them has ever in the past had attraction to other men or is currently reconsidering their approach. As simplistic and reductive as it feels for me, a certified Advanced Internet Queer, I do also think it is necessary to lead GA by the hand with something like that. And I think they’ve pretty much missed their chance.

I have yet to mention at all any thoughts about why this may have happened or what intentionality may currently or previously be present at any level of production of the show. That’s a whole other bag of worms and I have plenty of speculative thoughts but I’ll touch on that at the end if I get to it.

Like I just. I just suddenly saw a vision of a GA watching it and going: ah yes Buck has wanted to be a dad since s1e1 so he made friends with Eddie who already was a dad but didn’t have a partner so he had a slot open for a bff, so he taught Buck a little more about being a dad the same way Abby taught Buck about being a partner. The will scene was just Eddie making it explicit that he recognizes how buck has evolved into a dad-worthy character so he can be a back up dad. Eddie’s panic attacks? Not leading to something interesting about comphet, no it was legit just about Shannon, who is now his high school gf he knocked up at 18. The couch thing? Not that deep, just a fun visual to remind ppl that buck needs a good couch that he picks for himself/with his next partner (not rushed into it or picked for him by a well meaning but out of touch family member). And it shows up at Eddie’s house bc he heard about it from buck and is also feeling the need for a partner in his house. Even “you two have an adorable son” was given exclusively to Buck to cue his brain to think about how he does actually enjoy being seen as a dad and would like to have a son someday maybe, like it’s just for him to actualize that as a concrete goal for the future. The poker game? It’s Eddie showing off how confident and connected he is, proving he CAN be suave and have a night out if he does it to have fun (and not be a performance).

Plus the thing w Natalia they seem to be setting up to be pretty serious, given that they tried to run her off with his most offensive exes, and then made her be present for an emergency helps her see a little more of the reality of his job, and particularly with it being for the birth of a baby, AND her recognizing the way he looked at the baby and THEN saying “hey I like you let’s smooch” like…they legit set her up to actually see his major drama and his life/partner goals BEFORE they start aiming towards anything serious. So like yeah it never seemed like Taylor was gonna want kids but if Natalia didn’t want kids she wouldn’t have led him on AFTER watching him deliver a baby. Idk I just feel like they actually set Natalia up pretty well to be a decent match for Buck if that’s where they wanted to go. And same w Marisol to a much lesser degree obvs.

Idk I’m hella sleep deprived and can’t think of anymore of my “gotcha” buddie moments but like. EYE don’t see/interpret things this way, *but* I suddenly was able to understand how someone could pay close attention and still legit fail to spot the buddie of it all without being malicious.

And that plus the changing political climate and the writers strike make me think that it’s just not worth the risk like it may once have been, idk. Idk it sucks lol I don’t enjoy this, and I do feel like there are some episodes where the queer subtext is very strong so like maybe that WAS the goal at some point or some writers/directors managed to get more subtext in, like supernatural stylez lol idfk there’s no way of ever knowing that unless they say so, so idk

#disjointed as fuck coz I’m sleepy as hell but couldn’t rest til I excused this shit #do not enjoy that it is such a contentious issue in the fandom to have opinions #but oh well #so no #911 spoilers #911 critical #idfk how to tag oh well

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mariacallous · 2 years

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Alexandra Pelosi is at home in New York, preparing a birthday party for her 15-year-old son, and pops up on Zoom beside a sign that says: “Don’t work for assholes. Don’t work with assholes.” When our interview begins with the most unimaginative of queries – “How are you?” – she is in no mood for casual conversation.

“How am I supposed to answer that question?” the fast-talking film-maker bats back. “Look, I don’t know how you do polite small talk because I’ve just been through basically like both of my parents’ funerals.”

To be clear, neither of Alexandra’s parents is dead. Her father Paul Pelosi, 82, is undergoing a slow and painful recovery from a hammer attack in late October by a home intruder. Her mother Nancy Pelosi, also 82, last month announced her retirement as Democratic leader in the House of Representatives, assured of a place in history as the first female speaker.

Alexandra, 52, recalls that, when her father emerged from intensive care, his house looked like a funeral home because so many well-wishers sent flowers. “I was reading the notes from his friends and I was like, this is great, ’cos you get to go to your own funeral, ’cos you get to see what people say about you when you die. I’m putting a good spin on it, trying to cheer him up.”

Then she went to Washington for her mother’s long goodbye. “If you’re in politics and you step down, it’s like going to your own funeral because you get to read your own obituary. Essentially it’s like I’ve read both of my parents’ obituaries and nowI have to keep living with two living people. That’s surreal.”

The pitiless assault on Paul Pelosi was one of the most disturbing examples yet of America’s increasingly coarse, polarised and violent political culture. He has told how he was sleeping when a man he had never seen before entered his bedroom looking for Nancy, who was in Washington at the time.

Officers responding to Paul’s 911 call found him and David DePape, 42, fighting over a hammer, according to a federal indictment. An officer ordered DePape to drop the hammer but he responded, “ummm nope,” before forcefully swinging it at Paul, who was treated at a hospital for a fractured skull.

DePape last month pleaded not guilty to federal charges of attempting to kidnap a federal official and assaulting a federal official’s family member. Paul, wearing a hat and glove on one hand, made his first public appearance since the assault at the recent Kennedy Center Honors in Washington.

“Wasn’t that amazing?” asks Alexandra, who has been struggling to sleep and has had nightmares about the incident. “Come on, you can’t be a bitter old journalist! I think every member of our family cried when they saw that because that’s the first time he left the house. That was a nice 10 seconds of his life but he has to live with traumatic brain injury for the rest of his life and he’s 82. If it could’ve been me, I would have loved to have been in his place.”

She reflects: “It’s been very dark for all of us. We all process it differently. I’ve been very dark because the minute it happened I got on a plane with my mom and went to San Francisco. We sat in the ICU for a week and I was very upset because my mother loves to tell the story that, when I was 16, she came to me and said, ‘Mommy has the chance to run for Congress and I will only do it if you give me your permission but I’d have to be gone three nights a week.’ I was like, ‘Mom, get a life!’

“She loves that story and so then we were sitting in the ICU 35 years later and I was like, ‘If I had known that this is where it was going to end, I never would have given you my blessing that day 35 years ago.’But my dad was like, you can’t say that because it’s not fair to erase her career just because of this; you have to say, if you came to me today, I would not give you my permission because of how toxic the social media environment is.”

Alexandra’s son, Paul, is named after her father and worships him. He was with her at the US Capitol when it came under attack from a mob of Donald Trump supporters on 6 January 2021. “He was asking me that day, ‘Mom, why do all these people want to kill MiMi?’ I couldn’t come up with an answer. Because of the Affordable Care Act? I don’t know.

“I know that if you watch Fox News, you hate Nancy Pelosi because they’ve programmed you to hate Nancy Pelosi and, if I watched Fox News, I would hate Nancy Pelosi too. But I don’t know how it gets from that to, ‘I want to break into her house and try and kill someone in her family.’ That’s a leap and so it’s been a lot for my teenagers to try and process that.”

The Virginia governor, Glenn Youngkin, and Arizona gubernatorial candidate Kari Lake made fun of it while Trump’s son, Don Jr. retweeted a “Paul Pelosi Halloween costume” featuring a hammer.

Alexandra, who had to clean up the mess and has photos of her father’s bloody pyjamas on her phone, comments: “I can’t see how the governor of Virginia can make jokes about it or the wannabe governor of Arizona can make jokes about it and then how elected members of Congress can tweet these insane Pizzagate-style conspiracies. That’s unforgivable. That’s who I’ll never forgive. I’m trying to make peace with that.”

Both her parents feature in her latest film, her 14th documentary for HBO, broadcast on Tuesday. Pelosi in the House is shot in a cinéma vérité style across three decades with plenty of shots of Nancy’s back as she strides through the corridors of power. At one point she is seen putting Vice-President Mike Pence on speakerphone while doing household chores.

Alexandra admits: “She never gave me permission. She has not signed a release. She has not seen the film. She does not know what this is. I don’t know if she’s ever going to watch it.”

Indeed, Alexandra could never get her mother to sit down for an in-depth interview. “This is watching her work because Nancy Pelosi is her job. The only way to understand her is to watch her work so the only way I could explain her is watching her work. But if I tried to talk to her or ask a question, it just wouldn’t work. She just didn’t play ball with me. That’s not what she does. ”

The documentary sometimes revels in the quotidian but, when it arrives at January 6, moves to a different plane. Watching on TV as Trump delivers an incendiary speech urging his supporters to “fight like hell” to overturn his election defeat, Nancy vows to “punch him out” if he sets foot in the US Capitol, her sacred ground.

Alexandra recalls: “She was protecting her turf. It was the House of Pelosi and they broke into her house and tried to kill all of her family members because the caucus is her family. Nancy Pelosi has two families. She has us, her children and grandchildren, then she has her political family, the members, the caucus.”

Whipped up into a frenzy, the mob marched on the Capitol. Alexandra’s husband, the Dutch TV journalist Michiel Vos, was outside reporting the drama; she and her teenage son were inside, watching with alarm. “I was looking out the window: ‘Oh, look at those protesters out there.’ I’m trying to get her [Nancy’s] attention because she’s very laser-focused. Then my son kept saying like, ‘What if they stormed the Capitol?’

“At some point the security came over and said we’re leaving. They [the mob] had already broken the window to come in. The security camera shows that the protesters were two minutes from us but we found out that after. At the time we did not know how close they came so it wasn’t as scary as it seemed.”

Nor did the threat come as a complete surprise. “The Republicans have spent hundreds of millions of dollars demonising her and turning her into a target. The Capitol police have protected her for decades. There was a pig’s head on her doorstep in San Francisco a few days before that attack. It’s not as if this all came completely out of the blue.”

Alexandra accompanied her mother into the back of SUV that sped them away to safety. The speaker, full of cold fury, and other congressional leaders gathered at a military base, working the phones to demand that order be restored so they could certify Joe Biden’s election victory.

Alexandra melted into the background and filmed for posterity. Some of the footage made its way into the House’s January 6 committee hearings. “It’s like a soccer player. What do you do when you put a ball in front of me? I’m going to kick it. I knew my job was to kick the ball.”

The rioters, meanwhile, had overrun the Capitol and were ransacking the speaker’s office. Among the most haunting footage from that day is the sound of one demanding, “Where’s Nancy?” Subsequently Stewart Rhodes, founder of the far-right Oath Keepers, reportedly said he wanted to hang Nancy “from the lamp-post”.

Alexandra reflects: “Stewart Rhodes was prosecuted so my son comes down for breakfast the other day and he’s like, ‘Hey, did you see that this guy was found guilty? He said he wanted to hang Nancy Pelosi from a lamp-post. Why did he want to hang Nancy Pelosi from a lamp-post?’ I don’t know. I still haven’t been able to come up with a good answer for Nancy Pelosi’s grandchildren about why people want to hang her from a lamp-post.”

Such unanswerables underline that it has been a bruising couple of months. But a trip to Washington boosted Alexandra’s spirits. First, she was reunited with her “old friend” former president George W Bush – a relationship that bemuses her liberal friends. “It’s renewing my faith in humanity because I know there’s hope that the Republican party does have a life after Donald Trump and then I can live in America and we can all live happily ever after.”

Then she attended a state dinner at the White House, sitting across from Biden and next to the guest of honour, the French president, Emmanuel Macron.“Let’s face it, I’m the least interesting person at the table so it’s my job to entertain them.” She began with a mother-in-law joke for Macron’s benefit:“When I met my husband’s mom, the first thing she said to me was, ‘Why can’t you be French?’”

Now, in another welcome diversion from her parents’ “funerals”, she has to get ready for her younger son’s birthday party and so ends the interview with a final plea. “Be nice,” she says mischievously. “Haven’t the Pelosis suffered enough? I don’t want to retraumatise my family when they read the Guardian. That’s all.”

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scotianostra · 1 year

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Birthday, singer and actress Lorraine McIntosh born 13th May 1964 in Glasgow.

Lorraine was brought up in Cumnock, Ayrshire from about the age of three. She has been a member of one of Scotland’s favourite bands Deacon Blue since they formed in Glasgow in 1985.

Lorraine didn’t have an easy upbringing, she lost her mother and she said her Dad coped for a while then fell apart, hitting the bottle he started missing rent payments which led to them being evicted, she said the council waited until she had turned 18, a week after that the were out. In an interview for The Big Issue Lorraine poured her heart out saying………..

“I got a phone call from a social worker saying I wasn’t to go home, as dad had been evicted. I was at the bus stop with my friend, but couldn’t get on the bus. She phoned her mum and I ended up staying with them at first. No clothes, no nothing. We lost everything. It just got put in the street. And the saddest thing was I lost all my mum’s things, her clothes, wee bits of jewellery, all put on the street. Gone.”

I empathise with this entirely except I actually got home from school and found all our belongings on the street after we got evicted, I was 13 at the time………..

Lorraine was a regular on the Scottish soap, River City, she has also appeared in three episodes of Taggart playing different roles, more recently she turned up on Outlander last year as Mrs. Sylvie, the owner of a popular brothel in the town of Cross Creek. Also last year Deacon Blue’s 10th album, City Of Love, shot to No 4 in the UK album rankings the week before lockdown, giving the Glasgow outfit their biggest chart success since 1994.

During the pandemic, as well as coping with the strain of lockdown, Lorraine, who lives with Ricky in Glasgow, was taken ill with coronavirus in the early stages of the outbreak.

She said: “It has taken quite a while to get over it completely. I was in bed for three weeks, and then recovered.”

In 2020 Lorraine joined up with the Simon Community’s Nightstop campaign, to encourage people to open their homes to vulnerable young people. The Nightstop service offers young people aged 16 to 25 a safe place to stay when they find themselves in a crisis. All the volunteer hosts are fully vetted and trained. Since starting in Glasgow last year, eight families have provided 96 nights of emergency accommodation. She and her husband, Deacon Blue frontman Ricky Ross, are considering signing up as hosts – but only if the Simon Community think that their high profile won’t get in the way.

I really like Lorraine, and Ricky’s humanity, specifically Lorraine visited Rwanda two years ago to raise awareness of sexual violence against women when she was moved to tears by the testimony of victims. She has recently spoken out against the plan to send refugees coming to the UK to the country and said the country was still recovering from a genocide inflicted during the civil war in 1994 and for ministers to consider sending asylum seekers there is deplorable.

On her trip, she heard of shocking conditions, including child slavery, youngsters being burned to death, and rape being used as a weapon of war to destroy communities.

On her final day in Rwanda, she made a pilgrimage to one of the most infamous genocide sites in the country called Nyamata where thousands were slaughtered in and around a church.

She said: “I was unprepared for the sight of thousands of items of clothing from the fallen folded and piled up on the church pews. The ceiling pockmarked with bullets and a line around the bottom of the wall which our guide tells us is the blood line from the carnage. A river of blood. In the gardens outside 50,000 people lie buried.

Hubbie Ricky made a simple tweet yesterday, the post read "33 years today ❤️" with the photo

Lorraine is set to appear in the new season of Shetland.

The song is my favourite where she sings a strong vocal.

#scotland #scottish #musician #singer #actress #happy birhtday #Youtube

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gibelwho · 6 months

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Horror #1a: Night of the Living Dead

It is not often that a film, especially a low-budget flick with guerilla-style filmmaking tactics, kicks off an entire new sub-genre - but Night of the Living Dead (1968), directed by George Romero, is now considered a touchstone in the horror genre as the first zombie movie. The slow-moving, yet terrifying, ghouls threaten a group of people seeking shelter in a remote farmhouse and the story focuses just as much on the interpersonal conflicts as on the villains growing in numbers and strength on the outside. Incredibly progressive in its diverse casting, the film not only launched Romero’s career, spawned a long-lasting franchise, but also inspired untold numbers of zombie cinematic tales. The first film in our Horror Marathon is a bit of homework before the official kick-off - dipping a toe into the genre with the first zombie movie!

Siblings Johnny and Barbara (Judith O’Dea) drive to a cemetery to visit their deceased father’s grave, only to be attacked by a slow-moving, yet dangerous, undead creature. Johnny perishes, but Barbara escapes by running away and seeks shelter in a seemingly abandoned farmhouse. She is soon joined by Ben (Duane Jones), who secures the house as more of the ghouls make their way toward their sanctuary. They soon discover more people in the farmhouse’s cellar - a young couple and a family of three, a father Harry (Karl Hardman), mother (Marilyn Eastman), and daughter - who has been unfortunately bitten by one of the creatures. The newly formed group desperately tries to gather more information via radio and television reports. A plan to obtain gas for the farmhouse car goes awry, killing the young couple who volunteered for the risky mission. The ghouls use this opportunity to attack the farmhouse and fear of the undead leads to turmoil amongst the surviving humans. A conflict between Ben and Harry leads to the father’s death. Barbara is taken by her brother's revived ghoul body, and the daughter dies from her wounds. She reanimates, eats her father’s flesh, and kills her mother - all before attacking Ben who is seeking his shelter in the cellar as a final stand. He fends her off by shooting the girl down and survives the night in the cellar. As he miraculously awakens in the morning, Ben emerges from the farmhouse and meets an armed posse sent to destroy the ghouls; mistaking him for a deadly creature, they shoot him down and burn his body.

Establishing the tone via the setting is key to any horror movie - and Night of the Living Dead checks all the creepy boxes. The first scene is literally set at a cemetery, giving the ghouls a natural place to stage their attack. The abandoned farmhouse, which is the central location of the film, is an ideal setting for the horror genre. It not only provides ample devices to stage their last stand, as they tear the place apart to set up barricades to block their foes, but also becomes a central conflict amongst the characters; they spend a majority of the film arguing about whether to lock themselves up in the cellar or take their chances in the main house. The remote location leaves the characters on their own to either find a way to work together or face the (slowly) incoming danger separately. Their division leaves the majority of the party deceased, while only Ben survives in the cellar, a plan he was initially vehemently opposed to as a complete dead end. Desperation drives him to the last ditch solution and, ironically, it is emerging from the farmhouse sanctuary that eventually kills him as the final member of the doomed party.

The characterizations of that doomed party are both progressive and frustratingly pedantic at the same time. While the script was not written with a black lead in mind, Romero cast the best actor to audition for the hero role, a controversial move in the late 1960s. Jones is by far the best actor of the bunch (more on that later), and his casting naturally infuses the script with far more subtext for the intra-human conflicts. His decision to stay on the main floor and take leadership of the group there, standing up strongly to Harry, who thinks the cellar is the better move, must be viewed through the lens of the racial politics of the 1960s - a young black man asserting his power over a feckless white male. In a similar vein, Ben takes care of the simpering Barbara, but their relationship isn’t entirely smooth either. At one point, they get into a physical altercation and Ben slaps her, leading her to faint, and he moves her body to the couch to recover. Although Ben ultimately is protecting her, the images of a black man hitting a hysterical white woman must have been shocking to audiences of the time. Finally, the brutal act of law enforcement shooting down a defenseless black man, applying force that leads to his death, is an image that is evocative both in the historical context of the 1960s Civil Rights movement as well as resounding today.

While the racial portrayal is complicated, the women in Night of the Living Dead are disappointingly inept. Perhaps additionally hampered by their poor acting abilities, the script draws the various women as overwhelmed and helpless in the world’s darkening circumstances. Barbara in particular, although dealing with the trauma of losing her brother and being attacked by the ghouls, just cannot pull it together to deal with the crisis. She consistently vacillates between catatonic states and hysterics and can only rely on Ben to protect her. The woman in the young couple shows some grit to go on the gasoline mission, but the actor is so terrible that she is hard to watch in the film. In the same vein, the mother of the family basically lets herself get taken by the zombies - she doesn’t even put up much of a fight for her life when they are breaking into the house, nor when her undead daughter comes to eat her flesh. For all of us women out there, put up a bit more of a fight, please!

The fight these characters are up against is the monster of this horror film - the zombie (although they are only ever referred to in the movie as ghouls). The villain appears almost innocently at the start of the film, slowly shuffling towards our unsuspecting siblings, an undead in a business suit whose speed slightly increases as he chases Barabara through the countryside. He appears as mostly human, with very little movie makeup to indicate his ghoul nature, but the opening sequence already sets up the danger they present, especially as Johnny is taken down right away. As the farmhouse becomes the sanctuary to our band of humans, the undead are drawn to the sniff of life and their numbers grow in volume; an assemblage of various undead humans shuffle their way towards their potential victims. Romero composes an incredible shot of one zombie stumbling back from the camera and revealing numerous more zombies stalking forward, crystalizing the growing threat.

As the film’s action centers more on clashes with the ghouls, the camera focuses closely on the grisly flesh, but, understandable for a low budget film, the movie makeup and special effects have inconsistent visual results. During a sequence of the monsters attempting to storm the house, zombie hands are reaching in through the barricade and the young man in the couple is wielding a knife for defense; he hacks away at a hand that is obviously fake, easily removing fingers in a smooth swipe that features no blood nor bones nor reality - even he seems surprised that it was so easy to cut. In just the next few shots, however, Ben shoots a zombie and the gunshot wound with smattering blood is incredibly realistic and creepy. As fire is a natural enemy of zombies, the team of humans use it as a defensive weapon, and the special effects crew feature a shot of a stuntman on fire. Romero also focuses the camera several times on zombies attacking and consuming the flesh of humans, crafting creepy close-up images of humans as a meal for monsters, culminating in the sequence of the daughter hacking her mother to death and feasting on her father. The images here are the most explicit of the film, using shadow work to feature the weapon and blood spurting and dripping as her death screams wail. As a low-budget film, Romero must have had to choose where to spend his budget for ramping up the terrors of the monster and for the most part, the dread that is generated from their efforts is well-earned.

Night of the Living Dead’s place in horror history is notable for creating a new zombie sub-genre, but it also exists within the arc of horror’s cinematic evolution, as detailed in the Horror Marathon’s overview. [link to my first blog post] In a post-Psycho world, Romero’s zombie apocalypse fits in narratively with the evolution of the horror genre’s storytelling. Rather than an external monster that terrorizes humans, the ghouls are humanity themselves, re-animated and eager to cannibalize their fellow beings. Even within the farmhouse sanctuary, conflict emerges and sets the groups of people against each other, showing their monsters within despite the evil lurking outside. Social institutions that are meant to protect and serve, such as the policemen who are hunting the ghouls across the countryside, become villainous - killing Ben by mistaking him for a monster, rather than the lone survivor of a violent siege. Although unintentional, society’s institutions deliver the final killing blow. These themes continue to be explored in the explosion of zombie movies that spawned from this initial film, including some cultural touchstones that will be viewed during this Horror Marathon!

Night of the Living Dead has some rough edges as an output of low-budget independent filmmaking, but its ambitious ideas and unique monsters make it a great first introduction to the horror genre. The uneven acting was sometimes a distraction, but the progressive casting of an African-American hero was brave for its times (and helps that Duane Jones was the best performer in the cast), infusing the film with societal commentary that was more reflective of the anxieties within the United States in the late 1960s. While the ghouls are a bit slow and feel less threatening than modern zombie films, the focus on the daughter in the climax emphasized the real danger these monsters posed to humanity. Unfortunately, the mother - and most of the other women in this film - don’t fight back with any actual effort, which was a disappointment. The film’s ultimate conclusion, that even after defying the odds and surviving a night in the farmhouse surrounded by the walking dead, the main hero is cut down by the very humans and social institutions attempting to solve the crisis, shows a pessimistic worldview that aligns with the social and racial anxiety of the 1960s. The next stop on our marathon is the sequel to this film, Dawn of the Dead (1978), which comes a full ten years after the initial movie; slightly excited, but mostly scared to see how Romero ratchets up the stakes, intensifies the danger of the monsters, and continues the horror.

#night of the living dead #george romero

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regalfairytaleacademy · 10 months

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Charisse & Darling's surprise birthday gift

Two were born in August 19th, at the different kingdom; Magnolia and Melodie. Both living peacefully with family, but there's issues suffer through cause their personalities changed.

They learned a skill and became a talent; Darling learned traditional medicine under the tutelage of his parents, while Charisse learned to play the piano from his father.

Both have siblings. They always maintain a friendly relationship, although there has quarrel.

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Before the birthday coming, two were busily trained for their idol performance on next week. They gathered in the Nymfevilla dorm, so they can discuss better.

Charisse got the message from Lumiere. It texted, "Sis, next Saturday is your birthday. Our fathers decides to make a present for you, but they didn't share with me. What do you think they would give you? "

She was clueless before reply the message. Soon the chat sent a new message.

"Same. Might wait on your birthday to reveal." Lumiere respond before sent a "Good Night" emoji. It is a puppy sleeping on the bed.

Charisse saw it and said with a soft chuckle, "Lumi always is the cutest boy in the world, just like Daddy Simi. He is only person who send emojis on chat oftens. "

Darling overheard, and smiled, "Cherry, your brother definitely is a softie, like one of your daddy you mentioned."

Charisse chuckled like a tune. She asked in the interest, "Darlin, do you think what kind of birthday present your parents give?"

"Could be a dress. It is a Chinese traditional. " Darling casually answered. "Or a bag for collect herbs."

Darling, as the princess of Magnolia Kingdom, receives birthday presents every year, and each one is repeated over and over again, which she forgot everything that sealed at the store room.

Moreover, her parents least giving her presents, they only gave her a stationery and scent pouch since she was elementary student. They even not preparing a party for her, that they had been busy on the medical emergency.

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On the day of the last practice, the Impish Royals gathered in the dance studio. Jennifer told them that the show would open on August of 19th, which is two members' birthday.

The first time birthday girls think this day their friends will celebrate it. They were a little excited for that day arrive.

During training, they planned songs for the show, which is what Lizzie suggested. They dance to the choreography on the video. Finally on the day, the performance filled with audiences and their friends from other schools were invited to the show.

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The show ended later, they back to dorms.

At the room, Charisse saw a white box adorned blue-and-green gradient ribbon on the desk, same as Darling got the box with aqua green ribbon. They opened, then amazed at the present. Inside is a dress and hair ornaments.

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Charisse found the card under the dress. She slowly read.

Happy birthday, Cherry!

This dress is our idea for you as a perfect gift. We have been design it for several days. We give a hope and wish to you, since you are our little star.

Soon the group chat appears with a lot of messages. Her relatives greeted her for a good blessing. She felt lucky to have best family for life.

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Darling got a few of letters under the box. Some are written by grown-ups. She opened the letter that her parents sent.

Lillie,

Happy birthday. Sorry for not celebrate with you all those years. This dress is you been dreaming of since childhood. We make this together with full of love we haven't given for you.

She shredding with a happy tears emotionally after read all letters. Feel a happiness from her family and missed them so much. She can feel her parents' love always stay inside.

#twst #twisted wonderland #regal fairytale academy #rfa #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twst mc #twisted wonderland mc #obey me #twst x obey me #nymfevilla #aquadormancy #charisse locks #darling ryder #twst birthday

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squadron-goals · 9 months

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An unfortunate day for Berthold

22 May 1916

Since my engine had blown apart at one point during an air battle on 25 April, forcing me to make an emergency landing, I was to be given a 160-PS Pfalz. The aircraft, about whose type much was said, I was to try out thoroughly once. Unfortunately, the whole thing was just a deteriorated French knock-off. I take off, lift off from the ground and at the same moment the engine stops completely. I am at an altitude of about 100 metres. The bird sank down in a flash. I hear a splintering sound, feel a bump against my head, feel an insane pain and then nothing more ... The intense pain momentarily restores my senses: I unleash a fierce curse on those who, thinking I'm done for, not-so-gently yank me out of the mess. "He's ranting again, he's alive!", then a thunderous hurrah I hear, then it's night again. Once again I come to my senses and hear voices: "He might pull through, but he'll stay blind!" Then I scream, no, I roar with soulcrushing pain. I scream for the coup the grace ... Then night again!

25 May 1916

I wake up after long, long hours. I can see everything, even if not clearly. I'm lying in the hospital. A dull glow all around, everything so quiet. A woman with a glass of water in front of my bed. I only regained consciousness after 2 days. I can think clearly again and reflect on my situation: my crash was very serious. In 99 out of 100 cases, certain death! By throwing the little bird onto the left wing at the last moment, I at least mitigated the impact of the fall somewhat. The plane was completely destroyed. I suffered a complete fracture of my femur, upper jaw and nasal bone, as well as a fractured skull, a concussion and an injury to my optic nerves. The most terrible thing for me was the thought of having to lie here for weeks and months! In the next room lay the badly shot observer of the English plane that I had shot down a few weeks ago. He urgently asked to be allowed to see me, his conqueror. His request was fulfilled by opening the door to my hospital room when the Englishman came by outside... I'm struggling internally, especially since the start of the Somme offensive, where our airmen are missing. The nurse who looks after me, nurse Luise, tries to make everything easier for me and to help me get through difficult times. I will always remember her with gratitude. My dear comrades from the unit came as often as their duty allowed. With the Battle of the Somme, war as such ended. A miserable murder and slaughter begins. Hell begins! These incredible losses, these terrible injuries! The hospitals are all overcrowded. Doctors and nurses work day and night, their strength almost collapsing. Day and night they bring in the wounded, you hear the screams of the badly injured... I'm just now receiving the news that on April 29th my dear brother Wolfram, the theologian and Erlangen fraternity member, had a fatal accident near Lille during a gas combat exercise! I still can't believe it, it's a terrible blow to our family!

#Rudolf Berthold

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elminx · 2 years

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A few notes on surviving tough Chiron times with an personal example

Since Chiron stationed retrograde yesterday, I want to talk some about the ways that its retrograde effect can show up in our lives. I'm going to use an easy and relatable experience from my own life this week as an example - remember that Chiron may show up in a similar or completely different way, depending on your own trauma.

Yesterday afternoon, my eleven-year-old cat went into the kitchen and proceeded to make the most horrible pained yowls while sitting underneath our kitchen table. She's a mouthy cat so her making noise is not unusual - but this is a very unusual noise. I thought that she was dying, or, at the least, that we were about to take a trip to the emergency vet. I called my partner, they came home, and she got up and acted excited to see him. Fucking cats.

(Sidenote: she does have a regular vet visit scheduled now as she was obviously exhibiting signs of being in pain - but she pooped the smelliest shit afterward and coughed up an eight-inch hairball in the middle of the night so I'm guessing she was in pain from that, better to be sure though)

The thing is, on December 2, 2010, my seemingly healthy five-year-old cat died at my feet. In minutes. There was no saving him. The vet said that he either had a heart attack or a brain aneurysm. In 2010, I was not the Minx that I am now. I had been repressing all of my emotions since I was a child (when I was taught to by my other who didn't want to handle having an emotional daughter). The cracks were starting to appear but I was still using disassociation as a primary means of coping with life.

Additionally, I worked as the Front End Supervisor for a major retailer and it was the middle of the Christmas season. That job wouldn't have given me time off to mourn a family member during the busy season, let alone a day or two to deal with the loss of a pet. I would have just been out of a job that my partner and I needed to pay our bills and keep ourselves afloat.

So I kept on going and I worked all the way through it - and I probably prided myself for not breaking down and being inconsolable about a very significant tragedy (he was a very special pet to me).

I'm very happy that my baby appears to be okay. We'll bring her in for a checkup (and she probably needs some teeth pulled, le sigh) but I think, given the circumstances, she is mostly fine now. But I've gained a lot of awareness in the last twelve years and once the immediate fear and reaction started to fade my immediate thought was: Minx, why did you think that you cat was going to die?

Sure, she was obviously in pain. And watching your pet in pain is really, really difficult because there's nothing that you can do about it. But she was alert and did not in any fashion act like my cat did when he was dying. That's when I realized how much pain I was still holding onto from that event.

That is what Chiron does - it highlights those old wounds that haven't been tended well enough to close over and heal. We all have them for one reason or another. Some of them which may never heal, no matter how much work we do.

Even so, Chiron teaches us that it pays to be aware of these forever (or very hard to heal) wounds. This is the basics of Chironic shadow work - not to endless return to things that will retraumatize us, but to know our own wounds well enough to know when something is triggering those wounds. To be able to separate the "then" from the "now". When you realize that what you're feeling is a reaction to something that happened in the past, you can put it down, and you can separate it from what is happening in the now.

I deeply understand that this is not easy work but if you have a strong Chiron aspect in your natal chart or you are going through a major Chiron transit, it is work that will likely be forced upon you, whether you are ready for it or not.

If this is you right now, here are some tips to help you through it:

Give yourself the space to feel your emotions and/or grieve. You can do this by yourself or with a trustest Other - whatever feels most right for you. If you need to, do this under the care of a professional therapist.

Remember that you are not your emotions. Emotions are feelings inside your body that are happening to you. You can just let them go and tell them to move the fuck on. Phrases like "I feel sad" help because you are acknowledging that your emotions are happening to you rather than over-identification of your emotions ("I AM sad").

The sign of your natal Chiron may give you some insight into how to disperse the energy/emotions that come up during a transit. Earthy Chiron natives tend to need to ground out their emotions, while watery types may need to use water to work through it, and so forth.

Use your best self-care techniques. For me, this includes nervine teas, rose quartz, and healthy whole foods. What does that mean to you?

Hydrate. Crying is dehydrating. Plus, water moves things through us - quite literally. This is especially important for people born with Chiron in a water sign.

Write it down to get it out of your head. You don't need to keep it or show it to anybody. Don't fuzz the details - write down the truth and the whole truth as you are seeing it/feeling it right now. Don't hold back. You can burn it afterward if you want to.

Chiron stations retrograde for a couple of months every year or so, so this transit is business as usual. That said, because of where it's sitting and its connection to other points in the natal chart that are very active now, we are all feeling it quite strongly this week. Its most affecting cardinal signs (Aries, Cancer, Libra, and Capricorn) and fire signs (Leo, Sag) between 10-25 degrees for any personal planet. If that's you, know you are going through a Chiron transit currently and that the universe is encouraging you to level up your emotional processing skills.

You can always look at the type of aspect that it's making, and to what planet, for greater insight into how this journey is likely to play out in your own life right now. (I do this as part of my Transit Chart readings - available through my Ko-Fi site)

For the rest of us, the Chironic energy will wane as we move away from the date of its retrograde (7/19).

#witchblr #words #mine #astrology #Chiron #Chiron in Aries #Chiron retrograde #chiron transits #healing through astrology #chiron and shadow work

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aspocko · 2 years

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(cw death, but chill about it)

today i learned the word “cremains”.

the night before my grandma died last august, i went to get a covid test. i’d had a headache that lasted the whole day, which was abnormal for me. while the headache was mild, i considered the fact that i had been in and out of the hospital every day that week to visit my grandma, whose troublesome heart was giving her trouble yet again (the final kind of trouble, this time). while I wore a KN95 mask, I removed it to eat and drink. i was and still am very paranoid about the plague, and while my sister (who had flown in to see my grandma, was staying with me) told me it was probably just the stress of having to watch my grandmother decline, i still went to get tested.

the next day, we went back to the hospital. we wore our masks. we sat with my grandma. her doctor said it wasn’t going to be long. at some point, my phone rang. it was on silent, but i felt it vibrate. it was the clinic where i got tested (they are my local urgent care, so i had their number saved). i stepped out into the hall and was told that i tested positive for covid, and that i would need to isolate immediately. i was horrified. every day after leaving the hospital that week, i had gone for dinner with my family. i had sat in the car and in close quarters with my sister every day. i hugged my mom so many times because she was in the process of saying goodbye to her mom. i had exposed so many people to this virus, and, horrified, i didn’t want to spend any more time in the hospital, where i would be putting other patients at risk.

i hung up the phone and went into the room. my mom and uncle were at my grandmas bedside with a nurse. my sister stood back, so i told her first, in a whisper. her eyes, all of her that i could see while she was masked, widened in dread. she said “we have to go” and i agreed. as i stepped past her to tell my mom and uncle, the nurse said “she’s gone.” my grandma had just died. stunned and caught off guard, i said “now?!” like an idiot. i comforted my mom, and then told her my own news. she said “you need to get out of the hospital” and i agreed. she told me “you should tell your uncle” and i agreed. but when i walked up to him, he was holding his mom’s hand and was sobbing. i couldn’t.

i had said goodbye to my grandma the day before, when she was still lucid. i didn’t want to repeat the goodbye to her corpse. my mom said she would tell the doctor and nurse who spent time in the room with us. everyone was going to have to leave, get tested, isolate. i hated not being with my mom to comfort her, but i was too afraid that i would give her the plague. so my sister and i left. it all happened very quickly.

over the next 48 hours, everyone got tested. somehow, my entire family tested negative. my mom gave me a very stern talking to, insisting that i not blame myself for this. i got a second covid test that was also negative, but the doctor said that since my first pcr was positive, i should still assume that i was carrying the virus, and still needed to isolate for 10 days. i lied and told my family that my second test was also positive, because i was afraid that they would think i did this all for attention. which i know is irrational but i am the most mentally fragile and emotionally volatile member of my family and i am always in one crisis or another, and i just couldn’t deal with this, too.

i isolated. i missed my birthday. i spiraled in panic. i dissociated quite a bit. i took my temperature every hour. i waited for symptoms to emerge, fearing that any minute would be the minute i stop being able to breathe. my case of covid ended up being asymptomatic. i only exhibited extreme exhaustion, which i attribute 100% to the anxiety. it is exhausting to exist baseline in a rolling panic attack that goes on for days. i did not get sick and i did not suffer anything other than my own brain.

because of the covid scare, my grandma did not have a funeral, and my mom did not sit shiva. as it turned out, it was my grandmas wish that she not have a funeral at all, regardless of the covid scare. instead, she wanted us to celebrate her life. she had already picked out the menu. bagels AND flagels. whitefish, egg salad, tuna salad, chicken salad, scallion cream cheese. lox. muffins. peggy’s lemon bars. a bloody mary station. we meant to do the celebration as soon as i could stop isolating, but delta was surging, and my grandma’s friends, all elderly, were afraid. so we held a zoom memorial, and said we would do it in person the following year.

it took 11 months, but today was my grandmother’s celebration of life. we had everything on my grandma’s menu. her friends and family were there. we all ate breakfast and sat around and shared stories and memories about her. there were no tears. even her best friend, who had to be coaxed into sharing her story because she was too afraid she was going to cry, made it through. when it was over, i drove with my mom and sister to the veteran’s cemetery where george was buried. after my grandma divorced her husband, she and george met eachother on the golf course. they never married, but they were together for over 40 years. i grew up with him as one of my grandpas.

we had a hard time finding his grave. it was 100 degrees and humid, and we wandered around in the full sun, reading every grave marker. i felt a little giddy, and started calling “george! george, where are you?” as we searched. eventually we found him. we left stones and shells on his grave, and then we dug a little hole next to his headstone, and buried some of my grandma’s ashes.

then we drove to the country club where my grandma spent most of her life on the golf course. this was going to be the more challenging endeavor, so we planned ahead. my mom put my grandma’s ashes in some paper to-go coffee cups. she, my sister and i each got one, and we all walked into the country club. we came up with a story, but my mom ended up running into someone she knew right away, so we just talked about how we wanted to see the plaques with my grandma’s name on it, from all the years she won club champ at the golf tournament. no one batted an eye at us, and so we roamed the country club, scattering her ashes as inconspicuously as we could, pouring her out from the lip of our to-go coffee mugs.

it was 100 degrees outside, so the fact that we were holding cups that belied hot coffee was a little silly. but no one said anything. we hit up the putting green, the garden behind the pool, the driving range, the last hole, etc. i don’t know much about golf, but in the last photo, you can see my mom standing on some scuffed up grass. the tier farther away from the hole was where the men would golf from, while the area behind her, closer to the hole, was for the women to golf from. my grandma always golfed from the men’s section. she was a very good golfer. she was the club champion plenty of times. the plaques had been taken down when the club changed ownership, but it was fun getting to see the place, and getting to do our bit of mischief. not long after i spread some of her ashes on the putting green i saw an employee come up and start watering the green with a hose. already, i knew she was safe, and wouldn’t blow away.

and then we all got in our cars and went home. i was dreading this day not because it would mean having to finally say my last goodbye to my grandma, but i was afraid i would get covid again and ruin it all a second time. i’m so relieved that it all went well. it was a great time, hearing stories about my grandma. i have a bit left in my coffee cup, so i’m going to put it in the dirt around a plant that my grandma propagated for me a few years ago. anyway. today was a nice day. very strange, but it felt right.

#personal #cw death but chill about it

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pipelinelaserraygun · 4 months

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Wonder Woman: "They don't know how to honor him."

Batman: "I failed him, in Life. I WON'T 🦇👊🏽🦸🏽 FAIL him, in death."

Super John: "May the best of your past be the WORST of your Future." (on ⬆️ the card)

We went out as a Family, on February 24th, WITHOUT really having come together with a Memorial service plan to pay respects to JP, who went to be with the Lord on February 15th.

A cousin of ours came down to San Diego, Raul, to offer condolences and help us out.

By the time last night's 🍲 "power luncheon" was over, it felt like MANY of our loose ends were tied.

John WAS THERE with us, in Spirit.

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MUST 🖖🏽🙈 SEE: 1 of John's favorite shows, and 1 of its greatest episodes, when Captain Picard becomes the POW of a restless enemy.

My night was just GETTING started, after our 02/24/24 meeting of the 🧠🧠 minds.

I had an emergency pipe 💥 burst plumbing issue that arose, yesterday PM at the batcave, that went into the wee hours. It was awful...

I'm always mindful of WHEN key moments appear to line up. Always consider timing.

The fact my Family members made significant inroads on Memorial service plans on the SAME night as the 💩 plumbing crisis MEANT, at least IN PART, that evildoers 👺 were unhappy campers because they COULDN'T 🎶 "break up the band".

👿 Minions of satan SHARE one sinister purpose: 🚂🚃 They want to DERAIL your SPIRITUAL trajectory, when it's heading in the right ✝️🛐 direction.

They would sooner REWRITE history.

MUST 👁️👁️ SEE‼️

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MUST 🙈🙊🙉 🔚 APATHY.

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MUST 🫵🏽👊🏽 PREVAIL‼️

We could 🇺🇸 ALL use an attitude adjustment.

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thegoddessthemis · 10 months

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A Sleepless Night Amidst Chaos: Juggling Condo Drama and Graduate Studies Stress (Blog)

Last night was one of those nights that seemed to stretch on endlessly, leaving me tossing and turning in a tangled web of stress and anxiety. As I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind was consumed by the ongoing turmoil within our condominium. The clash of egos, the thirst for power, and the blatant disregard for the hard work of others had turned what should be a harmonious living environment into a battleground of ridicule and resentment.

Two dissenting Board members have managed to cast a shadow over our community with their relentless pursuit of recognition and control. Their motivations seem driven by a hunger for power rather than a genuine desire to improve our living conditions. The frustration and helplessness I feel in the face of their actions have become a heavy burden on my shoulders.

But the turmoil doesn't end there. As if dealing with the condominium drama weren't enough, the universe decided to add another layer of stress into the mix. Just as the chaos escalated, my graduate studies kicked off, demanding my attention, dedication, and mental energy. The timing couldn't have been worse, and I found myself grappling with the overwhelming pressure of managing both my academic commitments and the condominium crisis.

In the quiet of the night, these thoughts swirled around me like a tempest, making sleep an elusive luxury. The knots in my stomach tightened with each passing minute, and I found myself trapped in a cycle of worry and anticipation. How would I manage to keep up with the rigorous demands of my classes while also navigating the emotional minefield within our living community?

As dawn approached, I whispered a silent prayer, seeking strength and resilience to weather the storm that lay ahead. The uncertainty of the situation loomed over me, but amidst the chaos, a glimmer of hope emerged. I realized that adversity often has a way of revealing our inner strength and capabilities that we may not have known existed.

While the path ahead may be treacherous, I am determined to find a way to balance these competing demands on my time and emotions. The journey won't be easy, but I believe that with determination, a support system of friends and family, and the wisdom gained from previous challenges, I can navigate this turbulent sea.

So here I am, sharing my sleepless night with you, dear reader, as a testament to the power of resilience in the face of adversity. As I take a deep breath and step into the new day, I hold onto the hope that I will find the strength to rise above the stress, the ridicule, and the chaos, emerging stronger and more capable than ever before.

#personal #blogging #condo drama #goddam condominium problems #sleepless

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mariacallous · 2 years

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The rapturous standing ovation at the end of Liz Truss’s conference speech looked straight out of a future Netflix documentary from the cults strand. Outside the sect’s meeting hall, the party is polling an average of 25 (TWENTY-FIVE) points behind Labour. Inside, the people were clapping like they’d just heard a really charismatic argument about why it’s important to marry teenage girls, shun dissenting family members, and build gun turrets round their compound.

Truss’s government is now too weak to implement its maddest plans and too ideological to implement its most sensible. Last night it emerged that the government has blocked a public information campaign to help people save money on energy – and, by extension, to conserve usage in the face of suggestions that rolling blackouts could be in the post for this winter.

Apparently Truss regarded it as too nannying, despite it having been drawn up by her own business secretary, Jacob Rees-Mogg (a 53-year-old who admittedly still has a nanny). One cabinet minister reportedly said “the public is smarter than you think”. Unfortunately, Liz Truss isn’t. If we do reach the blackout scenario, the failure to plan or use foresight will be blamed on Vladimir Putin.

The Conservatives have been in power for 12 years. In dog years, that’s 304 (and arguably feels longer) – yet you’ll have noticed how every single thing is still someone else’s fault. The government is obsessed with people having to take responsibility for their own lives, but takes none for its own mistakes. Truss, Kwasi Kwarteng and the other authors of Britannia Unchained deplore the feckless, the useless and the undeserving.

Yet throwing that absolute hot mess of a party conference this week while the country is sliding deeper into its various interlocking crises is surely the last word in fecklessness, uselessness and being undeserving. The salaries of every single person involved in what we saw in Birmingham should be withheld, like a benefit, until they’re at least housebroken. How do you return to functional government after that? It’s like the end of Deliverance, except instead of the characters giving each other haunted looks and saying “I don’t think I’ll see you for a while”, they’ve had to say: “Let’s … run a country in crisis together?”

You’ll have seen a lot of in-group analysis of Truss’s speech and its esoteric meanings, but what most normal people would have seen if a random clip drifted their way was the PM whining her little heart out. For someone who has always been gratingly keen for everyone to see her as a ray of sunshine, Truss is starting to present as a real Negative Nigel. Honestly, Liz, just stop moaning! Get on your bike and be the prime minister. If all you can do is complain about stuff, then resign and find more appropriate employment – eg hygiene inspector or newspaper columnist.

The other thing anyone normal will have clocked is that we’ve entered the realms of pure gibberish, where pies can be grown and a bunch of witless catchphrases are a placeholder for effective ideas. There’s a problem when the only time you see people using your big catchphrase is when they’re making a joke and it’s fitted with sarcastic air quotes. John Major had this with “back to basics”, which was at least a simple phrase. Expect the clunkfest that is “anti-growth coalition” to go the same way.

Anyway: the anti-growth coalition. This is a shadowy group bent on scuppering our heroine. It includes, but is not limited to: TV pundits, Extinction Rebellion, markets, unions, possibly Jamie Oliver, all other political parties, thinktanks, people who voted remain, podcasters, Twitter users, people who “taxi from north London townhouses to the BBC studio”… the list goes on and on. Liz Truss appears to hate more elements of Britain than the hard left. Worryingly, this was the most popular bit of her speech in the hall.

It’s all very well for politicians to find elegant ways of defining themselves against things in the interests of showing voters who they are. But imagine standing on stage and barking out an actual list of your enemies. It’s a bit Ernst Röhm, isn’t it? And that’s before you get to the eye-catching inclusion of the descriptor “north London”. Does this phrase, interpreted as a dog whistle in the past, no longer mean what it has been seen to before – or are Truss’s speechwriters so devoid of historical and cultural hinterland that they don’t even know what they’ve picked up off the floor and put in her mouth?

In the meantime, you can tell how desperate the gambit is from the fact that Iain Duncan Smith decided it gave the Tories something to unite against. Great to hear advice from him on how to win over the British public. Were Holly and Phil not available?

Yet the anti-growth coalition is the government’s favourite new conspiracy theory, the mindblowing catch-all cabal which somehow explains it all. Redpilled prime minister Liz Truss is like that relative who no longer trusts what the government says about anything, and prefers to “do her own research”. The trouble is – and I’m sorry if this is one of the many things she doesn’t like to hear – TRUSS IS THE ACTUAL GOVERNMENT. Creating some mad conspiracy to explain your shortcomings really is the last refuge of the loon. On this form, Liz is very close to claiming that paedophiles are using BBC taxis to transport children to remoaner pound-shorters. Watch out for signs of radicalisation, then – we’ve officially entered the era of L-Anon.

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allhailhu4l · 2 years

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J3t x Charlie Short Fan Fic

"Words Hurt" a Hollywood Undead short fanfiction.

(Side note: I know Deuce is a bit of a bad guy in the story. I do not hate Deuce I actually love him.)

Contains Mature Language! Ship: J3TxCharlie

Charlie

It’s been two hours since the argument between Johnny and I had ended. I decided that I was going to be the bigger person and walk away. I lay lazily on the couch because I refuse to sleep in the same bed as Johnny. He’s in the wrong and he knows it, but it’ll be a cold day in hell before I hear him admit that he is wrong. The argument ended when he knocked me on my ass and said:

“Somedays I wish Deuce would come back, if he ever did, I would kick your stupid ass out of this band in a motherfucking heartbeat.”

Usually his insults and threats don’t phase me, but that one sentence on its own was enough to silence me. After that I chose to walk out before I said something back or god forbid throw a punch back at him. I was not in the mood to poke the bear, hell, I’d probably end up in the emergency room.

When I had returned from a walk and cooled down I saw my blanket and pillow were thrown on the couch. Of course he had to take the bed. Jerk. The clock on the wall read: 1:25am. It’s really late and I know we have rehearsals in 9 hours, I guess it’s time to call it a night. Just as I got settled down I had a wave of song inspiration hit me like a truck. Admittedly I was kind of excited because I hadn’t got a wave of inspiration for quite a while.

The left side table drawer is where Johnny usually kept the band’s song writing notebook for such occasions. I guess you really never know when inspirations and ideas will come to you. I grab the notebook flipping past previous songs and Funny’s doodles. I found a clean page and began to write out whatever lyrics were pouring out of my brain.

After what felt like hours of writing I decided to officially call it a night. I dropped the notebook onto the coffee table, I didn’t really bother to put the notebook away in the rare case I got inspiration again. I lay back and let my body drift off to sleep.

Johnny

I open my eyes only to see pitch darkness. The digital clock sitting on the dresser illuminates the time: 4:45 AM.

…Why am I awake…?

Out of habit I reached over and let my arm drop to the side expecting to feel a warm lump sleeping beside me but all I felt was a cold empty space.

“Oh yeah…”

I momentarily felt absolutely stupid for forgetting we had an argument last night.

I remember it clearly now: I was very angry because he got a message from one of his family members who kept giving him shit about how they weren’t informed about the relationship that we are both trying so hard to hide. He didn’t admit it but I think he ran his mouth but then he started defending said family member.

When we became a thing I told him that we needed to keep this relationship a secret for the sake of the band as well as the fans. He kept arguing with me, telling me that he was gonna confirm everything regardless of the consequences.

I tried with all my might to convince him to stay quiet because when he was dating Deuce, the bastard nearly tore him apart. He told everyone and their mother about the “abusive relationship”, making Charlie look like an asshole. I see why he wants to make it public but I was not going to let his reputation that we worked so hard for years to rebuild go down the shitter again.

Our screaming match went on for an hour complete with beer bottles being thrown and pictures being broken. I told him that if Deuce came back I’d let him back in and kick his ass to the curb. I lost my shit when he called me toxic. My anger had taken control and I swung. I felt my fist connecting with his face. I must’ve hit him pretty hard as it made him fall back. When I saw the hurt and tears in his eyes I stomped upstairs to the bedroom.

I can hear my own hurtful words repeat in my head. I said it to him out of anger in the heat of the moment with no real meaning behind it, I think it hurt Charlie though. I know he likes to act and look like a tough guy but I am the only one who knows that deep inside he’s a very insecure and self conscious person who’s been hurt one too many times.

I remember Deuce used to take his insecurity and use it to his advantage. He was constantly harassed and hurt. I made a promise to Charlie when we got together that I wouldn’t do the same. Then again… here we are.

I absolutely hate to admit when I’m wrong but my guy doesn’t deserve this or need to deal with my bullshit. This one is on me.

I decide to get out of bed and walk to the living room, turning the lights on in a dim setting just enough for me to see the room. On the couch curled up in a ball fast asleep is Charlie, his eyes and nose are red and puffy assuming he had been crying.

The band's song notebook laying open on the coffee table caught my attention and it looks like he wrote a verse:

I broke it all and I put it to test, put your hand to mine and feel this emptiness. There's no beat in my chest cause there's nothing left, no it ain't goodbye, it's a last caress. What's another dream? You can hardly sleep. Can you believe bad things only happen to me? God knows one day you will finally see that scars will heal but were meant to bleed. Did you realize I would lie for you? Please, have my last breath, I would die for you

I know I'm no good, but my heart beats true. You know I'm gonna fight, though I might be scared to lose…

I felt tears well up in my drowsy eyes as I read the last sentence. I know I fucked up and I don’t think anything I will say to Charlie from this point on will fix this. I know he’s not gonna let his guard down for a while and I understand.

I set the notebook down on the table and kneel next to the couch. I reached over and gently brushed his brown hair with my fingers, making him stir a bit but he didn’t wake up. The second time I grazed his cheek wiping a still tear away with my thumb. He slowly opened his eyes.

“Good Morning…” I quietly greeted him.

As expected without saying a word he scowled at me and flipped to his side. I know he’s pissed off at me but I couldn't help but smirk. He is adorable when he’s mad.

“Can you move a bit?” I ask nicely as I stand to my feet and squeeze myself in the narrow space between him and the outside of the couch, then wrapping my arm around his waist.

“Get off me…” He groggily whines.

Ignoring his protest I cuddle his back resting my head on his and chuckle when I earn his annoyed groan. He tries to wiggle himself free from my hug but loses. He gives up his struggle and allows me to wrap both arms around him.

“I’m sorry…” I whisper in his ear before giving him a few kisses on the nape of his neck and his face.

He groans again. I see tears starting to drip from his eyes and run down his nose.

“You can apologize all you want. I’m still mad at you, you fucking bitch…”

I laugh giving him a tight squeeze. He knows my method of making up is hugging until he forgives me.

“That’s fine by me but neither one of us are getting off this couch until you forgive me. Whenever you’re ready.”

He sighs.

“Fine I forgive you, now stop squeezing me before I turn blue.”

I smile and latch onto his shoulder giving him a surprise love bite. He taps my face with his hand.

“Ow.. now I have to hide that you dick…”

I laugh and readjust myself so we are both lying comfortably on the couch in a big cuddle. He rests his head on my chest and pulls the blanket to his chin.

“I’m sorry too. I’ll keep my fucking mouth shut about us. I need to consider your feelings too.”

I brush his hair with my fingers.

“I forgive you. I was just looking out for you because of what happened with Deuce. I’ll make a deal with you: if you want we can tell the guys but in public we need to keep it low key. Deal?”

He nods as he slowly starts to doze off. I wish I could pause time for just a few minutes so I can really enjoy this moment. If someone told me months ago that I would end up dating Mr. Charles P. Scene, I’d say that they’re tripping balls. Here we are and I am still mad in love like I was when I first confessed my feelings to this guy. He’s my bandmate, best friend, and the love of my life.

The sound of Charlie’s muffled snoring was bliss to my ears. Just like a lullaby the sound of his snores and quiet breaths eased my mind and I dozed off.

Danny

It’s 9:30 am. J-Dog, Funny, and I are in the studio with a massive box of breakfast burritos waiting for Johnny and Charlie. We all tried calling their phones multiple times with no success. I groan when I hear Johnny’s voice mail I decide I was going to leave a message:

“Dude where the hell are you and Charlie? You two were supposed to be here at 9AM and it’s 30 minutes to 10. Rehearsals are at 10:30! If you don’t get here soon our manager will be having a coronary.”

I had a thought come to me as I hung up. Charlie texted me last night and said that he and Johnny had a heated argument last night. My mind automatically assumed that Johnny went ape shit and might’ve severely hurt him. I immediately grab my keys.

“Come on guys, let's go see what’s going on.”

J-Dog eagerly follows me. Funny grabs the burritos and tags behind. We drive to Johnny’s house and see both of their cars in the driveway. I had been fearing that I’d find Charlie in such a bad condition that my hands were shaking and I could barely maintain my grip.

I finally got the door unlocked and it swung open. Funny and J-Dog push past me to search for the two bandmates. I observe the broken beer bottles and picture frames in the entry hallway, proving that Charlie was right about saying the argument had gotten heated.

“Charlie? Johnny?” I call out looking for any sign that they are nearby. J-Dog waves to me from the living room doorway.

“Danny. They are here. Look at this.”

I cautiously stepped in and took a deep sigh of relief. They are perfectly fine. They both were cuddled on the couch fast asleep. Johnny has Charlie in a hug and it looks like he has a small smile on his face.

No surprise that Funny stood to the side taking pictures of the two with his phone.

“Oh this is so going on Instagram.”

J-Dog and I just stand in the room awkwardly looking at them then at each other.

“So… should we wake them up or…?” He whispers rubbing his neck with his hand.

“Danny? Did you know they were a thing?”

I shook my head. I was just as confused as he was. I haven’t got a single clue that these two were dating, more power to them for keeping this under wraps for however long they were dating. I had mixed emotions about finding out like this. I was happy assuming that they’re happy together and Johnny didn’t commit murder. However I was a bit mad that they kept this a secret. All jokes aside, they should know that the rest of us will be happy for them and support them. It’s what friends do.

I sigh.

“No, let them sleep. I’ll call our manager and tell her to reschedule rehearsals.”

J-Dog nods and drags Funny with him as they go out to the car. I know that later today we will need to have a long awkward discussion since the cat is out of the bag, but for now the two love birds can sleep peacefully. I wouldn’t want to take this moment away from them.

#hollywood undead #fanfiction #celebrityship #j3t #johnny 3 tears #charlie scene #hollywoodundeadfanfiction #my first fanfic

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mpmcorner · 2 years

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How Did Johnny Tetrick Cleveland Firefighter died on I-90?

How Did Johnny Tetrick Cleveland Firefighter died on I-90? Cleveland Division of Firefighter veteran Johnny Tetrick tragically passed away Saturday night while working an MVA at the MLK exit. His loved ones were in deep shock and agony when the news broke.

Read on to learn more about the incident, what happened that night, how he died, and more!

How did Johnny Tetrick die? Cause of death explained

A 51-year-old Cleveland firefighter Johnny Tetrick died unexpectedly Saturday night after being hit by a car On I-90 East at Martin Luther King Jr., one driver is now in Cleveland Police custody. According to authorities, the tragic accident happened in a rollover accident near the I-90 exit around 8:15 p.m. Saturday. After striking the firefighter, the driver of the vehicle fled the scene, but Cleveland police caught up with the driver. Cleveland police arrested a Cleveland resident after finding the 40-year-old suspect's vehicle early Sunday morning. Johnny Tetrick was rushed to the hospital, where he succumbed to his injuries. The Cleveland City Council said of Johnny Tetrick, "The 51-year-old firefighter was dedicated to his work as a first responder and was a much-loved member of his family and community." Cleveland Fire Chief Anthony Luke's Statement on the Death of Cleveland Firefighter Johnny Detrick Funeral arrangements Johnny Tetrick Funeral information for Johnny Tetrick was not available at the time of writing. However, the Cleveland Firefighters Association gave a hint through their tweet that they will release more information about his funeral soon. The funeral rites are not over yet. Services are tentatively scheduled for next weekend 11/26 or 11/27. In a large city complex. We will send information as soon as the arrangements are completed. pic.twitter.com/eZBtWEab0I — CLE Firefighters-L93 (@Cleveland_FFs) November 21, 2022 Tributes on the tragic death of Johnny Tetrick Tributes have been pouring in for him on various social media platforms. Many are using their Twitter handles to express their condolences. "Our deepest sympathies go out to the family of a Cleveland firefighter who died on the job Saturday night after being hit by a car while working an MVA," the Toledo Fire and Rescue Department said in a statement. I-90." Our deepest sympathies to them @ClevelandFire & the family of a Cleveland firefighter who died on the job Saturday evening from injuries sustained in a car crash while working an MVA on I-90. Cleveland police are searching for the hit-and-run driver. pic.twitter.com/aeZ9jktOpf — Toledo Fire and Rescue (@ToledoFire) November 20, 2022 The Cleveland Cavaliers tweeted, "Tonight we join together in a moment of silence to honor a special member of the @ClevelandFire, Rest in Peace Johnny Dedrick." Cincy Fire & EMS, Fire Department, said of his passing, "The Cincinnati Fire Department would like to share our sincere condolences on the loss of Firefighter Johnny Detrick Cleveland Fire Department in the line of duty." The Cincinnati Fire Department would like to share our sincere sympathies with the Cleveland Fire Department on the line of duty loss of Firefighter Johnny Detrick. He was hit and killed while on the expressway last night. — Cincy Fire & EMS (@CincyFireEMS) November 20, 2022 “One of our brothers was hit by Engine 22 while working on a highway MVA on I-90 near the MLK exit. He tragically died after being hit by a vehicle that was passing emergency vehicles. Please keep his family in your prayers. The vehicle is a white Chevy Malibu with front-end damage. If you see; Call 911,” the Cleveland Firefighters Association said. Engine 22 was working on highway mva on I-90 near the MLK exit. One of our brothers was tragically killed when he was hit by an emergency vehicle. Please keep his family in your prayers. The vehicle is a white Chevy Malibu with front end damage. If you see; Call 911 pic.twitter.com/ODmV2xoSht — CLE Firefighters-L93 (@Cleveland_FFs) November 20, 2022 Mayor Justin Bibb was devastated by the sudden passing of Johnny Tetrick. "I was saddened to learn of the death of Cleveland Firefighter Johnny Tetrick and offer my deepest condolences to his family, friends and fellow firefighters. He added, Johnny was dedicated to his work as a first responder and a much-loved member of our community. We have lost a dedicated public servant. He added that our prayers go out to his entire family as the city mourns. Our thoughts and prayers are with Johnny's family and friends during this difficult time. For more such articles, keep visiting the website. Also read: Jason David Frank Power Rangers starhas died aged 49, his coach has confirmed- Explained Read the full article

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