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"up" you climb. your hands are shaking by the time you reach the top. the roof is flat. old clay tiles along the edges. a low wall you can crouch behind. the city stretches out below you in every direction. a thousand windows glowing gold in the dusk. she's already at the far side. crouched. crossbow unslung. watching a building across the square. she doesn't look at you when you come up beside her. "stay low" you crouch. "that building. third floor. second window from the left" you look. "i see it" he'll come to that window sometime tonight. i've watched him do it for three nights. i want to know who he meets you ask who he is. her jaw tightens. "a demon pretending to be a man" you don't ask what that means. you settle in beside her. the wind is up here. it pulls at her hair and she doesn't bother fixing it. the sun is going down behind her. her profile in the gold light looks like something carved. her hands on the crossbow are steady. completely still. you've never seen anyone be this still. an hour passes. she doesn't move. you try not to move. your leg falls asleep. you shift an inch. she looks at you. you go completely still again. she looks back at the window. another hour. the sun is gone. the city is blue and black. lamps are lighting up one by one. the air is getting cold. you're shivering before you realize you're shivering. she notices. she doesn't say anything. then she takes off her cloak. doesn't look at you. holds it out to the side. "take it" you say "you'll be cold" "i don't get cold. take it" you take it. it's warm from her. it smells like leather and steel and something underneath. pine. smoke. something you can't name. you put it around your shoulders. the hem pools on the tile. it's huge on you. it's not huge on her. you hadn't realized how tall she is until you were wearing her cloak. she doesn't look at you for the next ten minutes. the stars come out. she shifts closer to you. just a little. so her shoulder is almost touching yours. you don't say anything about it. she doesn't either. you can feel the heat coming off her even through the cloak. another hour. still nothing at the window. she says "tell me something" you blink. "what" "anything. i need to stay sharp. talking keeps me sharp. not about the target. something else" you didn't expect that. you tell her about a book you've been reading. she listens. actually listens. her eyes never leave the window but you can tell she's hearing every word. she asks one question. you answer. she goes quiet again. you keep talking. quieter now. she interrupts you. "shh" she's not looking at the window anymore. she's looking at the roof two buildings over. you don't see anything. you don't see anything for a long time. then you do. a shadow that moves the wrong way. her hand finds yours. she doesn't look at you when she does it. her eyes don't leave the shadow. her fingers lace through yours and LOCK. tight. too tight. knuckles going white around your hand. "don't move" she breathes. you don't move. you can feel every ounce of her focus through her grip. it's not a lover's hold. it's a predator's. every muscle in her hand coiled. ready to drop yours the instant she needs the crossbow. she's not holding you for you. she's holding you to keep track of where you are without having to look. it should scare you. it doesn't. there is something about being held that tight by someone that dangerous that makes the rest of the world go quiet. your heartbeat slows. your breathing slows. the cold stops mattering. you are not the one hunting but you are with the one who is. and nothing is going to get through her to reach you. the shadow crosses the roof and disappears into a stairwell. she watches the spot it left for another full minute. her hand is still locked around yours. she doesn't loosen it. you don't want her to. finally she lets out a breath you didn't know she was holding. "not him. but someone who works for him" her grip eases. slowly. finger by finger. like she's having to consciously tell each one to let go. the last one is her thumb. it stays against your palm for half a second longer than the rest. then she takes her hand back. the cold rushes in where she was. she glances at you. just for a second. then she looks back at the window. the rest of the night she's quieter than before. the target never shows. when the sky starts turning grey she stands up. stretches. rolls her shoulders. looks out over the city one last time. "we're done" you stand too. your legs don't work right. she catches your elbow without looking. "careful" she keeps her hand there until you're steady. then she takes it away. you start to hand her cloak back. she says "keep it for the climb down" she goes first. you follow. the handholds are easier going down once you know where they are. when you're both on the ground she turns to take the cloak. you hand it to her. her fingers brush yours. she doesn't pull back as fast as she usually does. she puts the cloak back on. it's warm now. from you. she has to notice. she doesn't say anything about it. she walks you home. at your door she stops. "don't tell anyone what you saw tonight" you say "i didn't see much" she looks at you. her eyes in the lamplight. the edge of her mouth. almost softer than it should be. "you saw enough" then she turns and walks back into the dark. you close the door. your hand still feels cold where hers was. you can still smell pine on your shirt. you don't sleep. Study the Saskio way

Tony Chau

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OP shared that she ran into Taejin last night (260812) in Baltimore — Jin and Tae went to a restaurant together 😭😭 OP went to both Baltimore concerts and even wore a whole Super Tuna outfit on the second day. Jin is her bias, and she happened to run into Taejin while she was having dinner with her husband 👤: “Literally just went to like one of our frequent spots that’s like right near where I live. Again, I’m not gonna say where it was. So we’re sitting out on this patio. It’s like us and like one other table, like a very small patio. And we order our drinks and all of a sudden two blacked out Cadillacs start rolling up like literally right behind where I’m sitting. And my friend who is across from me is like, hey, like there’s black Cadillacs behind you.” 👤: “I did not have my phone out. No one at my table had our phones out. Like we were just giving them their space, like admiring from afar, but basically out from the two Cadillacs walks, Jin and Tae, it was just those two though. So obviously I’m absolutely freaking the hell out. Like what the hell do you even do in that situation? They were absolutely stunning, obviously. Like we all know that they’re gorgeous, but like… absolute perfection.” 👤: “Tae was wearing like a cut off tank with a backwards hat and he was looking very jacked. And Jin had on like a zip up with a forward facing hat. It was probably like 5 to 7 yards away. Like it was insane. So obviously they go into the restaurant and we’re sitting there like… So how much to eat now? Like I lost my appetite. My hands are literally shaking.” 👤: “Eventually, the Cadillacs like come back. So I guess they were ready to leave and we were still out there. I basically like told myself, I was like, okay, I’m gonna look again, not gonna film, like, duh, would never do that. And I was like, if he looks over here, like I’ll wave. But other than that, like I’m not gonna like call his name, anything like that. No one was like harassing them outside or anything like that? I mean, I can’t speak to like what happened in the restaurant because I wasn’t in there. But everyone was being like very respectful.” 👤: “They come out and I’m like, you know, trying to casually just like watch Jin walk. And he does turn our way. I wave to him and he did wave back. So obviously my life was complete in that moment.” 👤: “And my dream was just that the boys would be able to explore the city freely and that they would enjoy it and have a good time. And it definitely seemed like they did. So I was so over the moon already because of that. And I hope if you were in town for the concert that you also had a nice time here.” 👤: “So yeah, in fact, my BTS weekend had not ended and it decided to end in the absolute best way possible. I am gonna go eat this and replay that moment in my head for the rest of my life.” OP also replied in the comments, “Tae was also taking some photos as he was leaving the restaurant and seemed very happy” Manifesting Taehyung posting those photos… 😭 cr. taylordoesparks (IG) 260812 #taejin #vjin #テテジン #뷔진

Lydia_taejin❤️💙💚

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In Remembrance of Marilyn Monroe on her 100th Birthday Born | June 1, 1926 in Los Angeles, California, USA Probably the most celebrated of all actresses, Marilyn Monroe was born Norma Jeane Mortenson on June 1, 1926, in the charity ward of the Los Angeles General Hospital. Her mother, Gladys Pearl (Monroe), was born in Piedras Negras, Coahuila, Mexico, to American parents from Indiana and Missouri, and was a film-cutter at Consolidated Film Industries. Marilyn's biological father has been established through DNA testing as Charles Stanley Gifford, who had been born in Newport, Rhode Island, to a family with deep roots in the state. Marilyn grew up not knowing for sure who her father really was. Gladys gave Norma Jeane the name of Baker. Poverty was a constant companion to Gladys and Norma. Gladys, who was extremely attractive and later worked for R.K.O. Studios, suffered from mental illness and was in and out of mental institutions for the rest of her life, and because of that Norma Jeane spent time in foster homes. When she was nine, she was placed in an orphanage where she was to stay for the next two years. Upon being released from the orphanage, she went to yet another foster home. In 1942, at sixteen years old, Norma Jeane married twenty-one-year-old aircraft plant worker James Dougherty. The marriage lasted only four years, and they divorced in 1946. By this time, Marilyn began to model swimsuits and bleached her hair blonde. Various shots made their way into the public eye, where some were eventually seen by R.K.O. Pictures head Howard Hughes. He offered Marilyn a screen test, but an agent suggested that 20th Century-Fox would be the better choice for her, since it was a much bigger and more prestigious studio. She was signed to a contract at $125 per week for a six-month period and that was increased by $25 per week at the end of that time when her contract was lengthened. Her first film was in 1947 with a bit part in The Shocking Miss Pilgrim (1947). Her next production was not much better, a bit in the forgettable Scudda Hoo! Scudda Hay! (1948). Two of the three brief scenes in which she appeared wound up on the cutting room floor. Later that same year, she was given a somewhat better role as Evie in Dangerous Years (1947). However, Fox declined to renew her contract, so she went back to modeling and acting school. Columbia Pictures then picked her up to play Peggy Martin in Ladies of the Chorus (1948), where she sang three numbers. Notices from the critics were favorable for her, if not the film, but Columbia dropped her. Once again Marilyn returned to modeling. In 1949, she appeared in United Artists' Love Happy (1949). It was also that same year she posed nude for the now famous calendar shot which was later to appear in Playboy magazine in 1953 and further boost her career. She would be the first centerfold in that magazine's long and illustrious history. The next year proved to be a good year for Marilyn. She appeared in five films, but the good news was that she received very good notices for her roles in two of them, The Asphalt Jungle (1950) from MGM and All About Eve (1950) from Fox. Even though both roles were basically not much more than bit parts, movie fans remembered her dizzy but very sexy blonde performance. In 1951, Marilyn got a fairly sizable role in Love Nest (1951). The public was now getting to know her and liked what it saw. She had an intoxicating quality of volcanic sexuality wrapped in an aura of almost childlike innocence. In 1952, Marilyn appeared in Don't Bother to Knock (1952), in which she played a somewhat mentally unbalanced babysitter. Critics didn't particularly care for her work in this picture, but she made a much more favorable impression later in the year in Monkey Business (1952), where she was seen for the first time as a platinum blonde, a look that became her trademark. The next year, she appeared in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953) as Lorelei Lee. It was also the same year she began dating the baseball great Joe DiMaggio. Marilyn was now a genuine box-office drawing card. Later, she appeared with Betty Grable, Lauren Bacall, and Rory Calhoun in How to Marry a Millionaire (1953). Although her co-stars got the rave reviews, it was the sight of Marilyn that really excited the audience, especially the male members. On Thursday, January 14th, 1954, Marilyn wed DiMaggio, then proceeded to film There's No Business Like Show Business (1954). That was quickly followed by The Seven Year Itch (1955), which showcased her considerable comedic talent and contained what is arguably one of the most memorable moments in cinema history: Marilyn standing above a subway grating and the wind from a passing subway blowing her white dress up. By October 1954, Marilyn announced her divorce from DiMaggio (though the divorce was not finalised until October 31, 1955). In 1955, she was suspended by Fox for not reporting for work on How to Be Very, Very Popular (1955). It was her second suspension, the first being for not reporting for the production of The Girl in the Red Velvet Swing (1955). Both roles went to others. Her work was slowing down, due to her habit of being continually late to the set, her illnesses (whether real or imagined) and generally being unwilling to cooperate with her producers, directors, and fellow actors. However in Bus Stop (1956), Marilyn finally showed critics that she could play a straight dramatic role. It was also the same year she married playwright Arthur Miller. (They divorced January 20, 1961.) In 1957, Marilyn flew to Britain to film The Prince and the Showgirl (1957), which proved less than impressive critically and financially. It made money, but many critics panned it for being slow-moving. After a year off in 1958, Marilyn returned to the screen the next year for the delightful comedy, Some Like It Hot (1959) with Tony Curtis and Jack Lemmon. The film was an absolute smash hit, with Curtis and Lemmon pretending to be females in an all-girl band, so they can get work. This was to be Marilyn's only film for the year. In 1960, Marilyn appeared in George Cukor's Let's Make Love (1960) with Tony Randall and Yves Montand. Again, while it made money, it was critically panned as stodgy and slow-moving. The following year, Marilyn made what was to be her final film, The Misfits (1961), which also proved to be the final film for the legendary Clark Gable, who died later that year of a heart attack. The film was popular with critics and the public alike. In 1962, Marilyn was chosen to star in Fox's Something's Got to Give (1962). Again, her absenteeism caused delay after delay in production, resulting in her being fired from the production in June of that year. It looked as though her career was finished. Studios just didn't want to take a chance on her because it would cost them thousands of dollars in delays. She was only 36 years old. Marilyn remains a pop culture icon, with the American Film Institute ranking her as the sixth-greatest female screen legend from the Golden Age of Hollywood. Marilyn acted in only thirty films, but her legendary status and mysticism will remain with film history for ever.

Hollywood Golden Age of cinema

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I think it’s time to talk about it 🙂‍↕️ I was delaying it because the scene messed me up in every possible way. From the moment he entered the room panting in anger, to the moment he subconsciously hid her behind his back to protect her when he heard the Kordağlıs were coming. When he entered the room like that (and he even knocked, but… since when does Serhat knock? 🌚), he scared her, because a part of her knew exactly how crazy this would make him. Because despite everything he did, despite the divorces and all the silence, she always knew he cared. And hell… he DID 😭 Serhat shouting “You can’t marry” in the same place where he once told her “It’s your life, I’m not responsible for it”??? C I N E M A! Yıldız gasping, crying, trying to catch her breath while arguing… #BiranDamlaYılmaz , you did NOT have to be this perfect 😭 When she said “Bir kere sen çıldır, yeter,” she was at her limit. There was that tiny second of silence while she was desperately gasping, and he just looked at her, helpless, not knowing how to save both of them from this mess. Y: You gave up on me. S: No, YOU gave up on me. With all disrespect… Sir??? I know he didn’t mean to hurt her, I know he was hurting too, but accusing HER of giving up, when from her POV he is the one who let go? She is the only one living in uncertainty from day one. He can’t expect her to read his mind. When she asked him to say he didn’t give up on her… imagine his position. Everything she said, he wanted to agree with. “I didn’t give up on you. I remember kissing you. I was about to divorce Melek and marry you.” He was swallowing everything, suffering in silence, because in his mind saying that would be selfish. He was still trying to avoid that red zone. NOW. THE MIRROR SCENE. First of all, why is no one talking about how he grabbed her with ONE HAND without even looking at her? He knew exactly where she was. Her surprised gasp?? His husky voice??? #ilhanşen canım abim, if you continue like this, Serhat will be the last character I watch from you because I will ascend to heaven. Have mercy on me big boy 🌚 Making them watch themselves in the mirror was WILD, Ercan hocam. If the scene was 100% intense, the mirror made it 10000%. His hand on her waist, her looking so tiny. His other hand slowly moving her hair. His face on her head next to her ear, sniffing her scent, looking… lustful, angry, desperate. The mix of desire and rage in his eyes??? EXCUSE ME??? He didn’t even touch the tattoo on her chest. He was locking her in place, making sure she couldn’t escape (as if she could). When he turned her around, he kept her trapped in his arms. He wasn’t testing her. He KNOWS she loves him. He was trying to speak without words. “This is what I feel. I messed up. But this is what I want.” But she needed words. She DESERVED words. He definitely was going for a kiss , and she pulled away. Because she is angry. Hurt. M convinced her she is a burden, and he never denied it with words. His silence confirmed everything in her mind. When he closed his eyes in that silence, realising that by trying to protect her with silence, he destroyed her AGAIN! Her cracked voice saying, “You still didn’t say you didn’t give up on me,” I wanted to hug her and cry until sunrise 😭 Then she put her strong mask back on, telling him not to enter her room like that, because she will soon be engaged💔 And btw, I’m 100% sure if it wasn’t for the Kordağlıs, he would NOT have left without kissing her. In my head, they kissed. There is no universe where Serhat left that room untouched after that tension. I tried my best to write with my sanity on! Just an advice 👀 try to catch ilhan’s panting in the beginning 🤤 they are delicious🫦 I know it turned out to be too long but the scene is quite long and full of details. I am sure I still can talking about it with another essay🤣 but I won’t don’t worry. #HalefKöklerinÇağrısı #Yılser

Maurora🫦

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🚨WOW!!! Two 13-year-old boys on a summer bike ride spotted something in a yard and turned around... ...what they was found an elderly woman who had been trapped on the ground for 16 HOURS, and they SAVED HER LIFE!!! No phone. No water. All night in the dark. They called 911 and saved her life, medics said that had only a few more hours gone by, she'd have been gone. This is Fruitland, Iowa. Gunner Skidmore and Kohen Chick, both 13, best friends. They were pedaling toward Muscatine when Kohen said, "You see that lady back there?" Gunner didn't, but they turned around anyway. It took them a while to even find her, but then eventually came upon an elderly neighbor, lying in the grass. She'd fallen feeding her horse at 5 p.m... THE DAY BEFORE. All night on the ground. No phone. No water. Covered in bugs. She had dragged and rolled herself from the backyard to the front yard, praying somebody passing by would see her. Somebody did. Two somebodies. On bikes. "Hey ma'am, are you OK?" "I need help. Call 911." They did and the ambulance came, and she's getting the care she needs. ...but they didn't just save her life, they also made a new best friend! Gunner's mama has been going over to feed and water that woman's horse every single day while she recovers and she brought her lasagna when she got back home. The next generation isn't lost, folks. Some of them are out here being the answer to an old woman's prayers on a Tuesday morning. GOD BLESS Gunner and Kohen and God bless the parents raising kids like this. THIS IS THE AMERICA I KNOW!!!!! 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

Matt Van Swol

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"don't act as if you're nothing to me"... i've been waiting for this line ever since she hopped on that truck to kidnap deniz. i mentioned it before, but it's like she's treated him as a non-existent part of their lives ever since. look, she needs to protect her son, we get it, as she should, that's her job as a mother. nobody is telling her not to. but she never once acknowledged that her actions made cihan feel like he didn't matter, or like he wasn't truly a part of the family. it's been so frustrating to watch bc alya, by nature, isn't someone who makes others feel excluded or invisible. she's been acting ooc for quite a while now, and you could see it was wearing on cihan. he didn't express it right away, maybe to keep the peace or maybe because he hoped she'd just snap out of it on her own, but she just kept doing the same thing. loving someone and being all in with them means actually including them. it's about being a team. i love how they portrayed that exactly by showing how zombie took advantage of cihan not telling her about meryem. it made her feel worse about the situation bc it gave the pislik more munitions to shoot, which she was doing all along as well by obeying his commands and making him feel superior and as if he had the power to separate them bc they're not a team. her outrage about cihan hiding for this same reason was therefore double standards, if you ask me. which brings us to the next line: "i acted without asking you. it felt like i was ignoring you, like i made a decision despite you."... now she's furious that he didn't tell her about meryem. and again, olsun, she has a point. he should've known better than to let her find out from someone else. but here is where we see the real difference in their current dynamic. cihan actually acknowledges the exclusion. he admits that leaving her out of the loop was a mistake and, more importantly, that it hurt him personally to do it. he isn't just sorry for/about the secret, he's sad that they aren't "them" anymore. while alya is out here playing the lone wolf in "mom mode," cihan is the one trying to fix the bridge between them. he's showing a level of self-awareness that she's currently lacking. he knows that making a choice despite her messed up the already fragile bond they currently have. imo, these are good lines, that shows the double standard they live rn. he's feeling the guilt, while she's still got her walls up. it makes you wonder when she'll finally realize that her behavior and silence wasn't and isn't just protecting deniz (which it didn't anyway since it backfired on her each time), it's actually hurting the one person who has had her back through it all. he's not asking for permission or her blessing to help meryem here, he's asking for his place back in her/their life. he's asking to be part of her life, a real part, not one you just let others manipulate you into abandoning them cuz that's exactly what brought them into the situation of living under different roofs, not the woman who appeared two seconds ago. for me, this cycle started the moment she let herself be manipulated by sadakat and tried to kidnap deniz. not only did she give sadakat the impression to have that power over her, but she also gave boran the impression that they're in fact separable. that you just have to push her buttons and she would leave him without even a word or acknowledging that she did wrong. this is why they lost their magic imo, they don't stand as a team like they did before after he just woke up. and i don't think no matter how much gulizar will try to put the pieces back together or copying the season one plots that the audience enjoyed, e.g. uğur and now bringing the chief, the magic won't magically reappear as long as accountability of hurting each other's feelings is just a one sided thing and the others flaws are covered by just moving forward (which was also done by bringing boran right after mine btw🤦🏻‍♀️)

Char

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Lady shares a story of how she caught her boyfriend cheating on her with a single mother of two🤯😳 “I caught my boyfriend cheating on me yesterday. My boyfriend stays in an apartment, a flat and there is a flat opposite his own. So anytime I get to his place it’s either I see him coming out from the house or when I get in he tells me he’s coming he wants to check something at the other flat, so one day I was like is it that you don’t enjoy playing your PS because he has PS in his place or you like playing your neighbor’s PS cause I was assuming it was a ‘he’. He was no o,is not a man that it’s a lady, I now ask him so what is he always going there to do and he said he’s helping her to do something because she’s a single mother of two and I was okay with it assuming that she might be needing some extra hands. So yesterday I went there, I got to his apartment and I was knocking but there was no response and I don’t like barging into someone’s house no matter how close we are so I turned and was going back then I had the door open like someone was coming out then I went back, he apologized then I entered like 10minutes later he said he’s coming that he wants to do something at his neighbors place. I waited for like 20minutes and I was already getting p!ssed but he came him and carried garri then I asked him where he was taking it to, he said his neighbor made soup and forgot she doesn’t have garri, I said okay and jokingly said hope your neighbor knows how to cook because I will eat o but he just laughed about it and left. After 40mins he wasn’t back then I got p!ssed and packed my things about to leave his place because he hasn’t given any attention since I got to his place with the mind that he will just call and apologize. When I got outside something in my mind told me to go back and just barge in to his neighbor’s house and I did, that was how I saw my boyfriend rapped around his neighbor’s arm with plate on the table in front of them. I was shocked” — Lady
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Lady shares a story of how she caught her boyfriend cheating on her with a single mother of two🤯😳 “I caught my boyfriend cheating on me yesterday. My boyfriend stays in an apartment, a flat and there is a flat opposite his own. So anytime I get to his place it’s either I see him coming out from the house or when I get in he tells me he’s coming he wants to check something at the other flat, so one day I was like is it that you don’t enjoy playing your PS because he has PS in his place or you like playing your neighbor’s PS cause I was assuming it was a ‘he’. He was no o,is not a man that it’s a lady, I now ask him so what is he always going there to do and he said he’s helping her to do something because she’s a single mother of two and I was okay with it assuming that she might be needing some extra hands. So yesterday I went there, I got to his apartment and I was knocking but there was no response and I don’t like barging into someone’s house no matter how close we are so I turned and was going back then I had the door open like someone was coming out then I went back, he apologized then I entered like 10minutes later he said he’s coming that he wants to do something at his neighbors place. I waited for like 20minutes and I was already getting p!ssed but he came him and carried garri then I asked him where he was taking it to, he said his neighbor made soup and forgot she doesn’t have garri, I said okay and jokingly said hope your neighbor knows how to cook because I will eat o but he just laughed about it and left. After 40mins he wasn’t back then I got p!ssed and packed my things about to leave his place because he hasn’t given any attention since I got to his place with the mind that he will just call and apologize. When I got outside something in my mind told me to go back and just barge in to his neighbor’s house and I did, that was how I saw my boyfriend rapped around his neighbor’s arm with plate on the table in front of them. I was shocked” — Lady

MEDIA BLOG

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Tim Pool rant about Candace Owens wasn’t just a meltdown. It was something far more calculated and far more dangerous. Anyone who’s watched enough online drama knows the difference between venting and engineering a message. Tim wasn’t venting. He was building a breadcrumb trail. Every few minutes he kept circling back to one topic that had nothing to do with his supposed argument: Candace Owens’ home security. Not her politics Not her commentary Not her feud with him Her security. Her house. Her lack of walls. Her one guard. Her neighborhood. And he made damn sure to repeat it. Influencers don’t repeat something by accident. Repetition is a tactic. It’s how you plant an idea into millions of minds without ever openly endorsing the idea. It’s how you signal the paranoid unstable guys in your audience without saying their name. This is how it works: Say it once and it’s a detail. Say it twice and it’s emphasis. Say it three or four times and it becomes a suggestion. He hammers the same points again and again: “She has no security.” “She doesn’t give a s*** about her security.” “She’s got a four foot wall and one fat guy.” “No wall no barrier suburban neighborhood.” “She’s lying about all this.” “You told me she had no security.” Why keep returning to that? Why drill it in with that level of detail? Why paint such a vivid picture of her house and her level of protection? Because this wasn’t commentary. This was "Stochastic Intimidation." That’s the academic term for when someone uses a large platform to hint at a target’s vulnerability hoping one of their unhinged followers “connects the dots.” It gives the speaker deniability while putting the target in real danger. Tim Pool has millions of followers. He knows the parasocial dynamic. He knows how many of his viewers treat him like a leader or a father figure. He knows unstable people latch onto repeated cues. So when he repeats someone’s security setup like a GPS readout he isn’t “just talking.” He is broadcasting a weak point to an audience that contains a non-zero number of obsessives conspiracy addicts and lonely guys desperate to impress him. He even framed it as inside information: “You told me you went to her house.” “She has no security.” “She doesn’t care.” “She’s lying.” This gives his words the weight of clarification, not speculation. It makes listeners feel like they’ve learned a secret. That’s how you activate a mob without calling for one. That’s how you dox-by-proxy. That’s how you throw a match without holding it long enough to get blamed for the fire. When someone with Tim’s reach keeps broadcasting security info about a woman he’s feuding with he stops being a commentator. He becomes a liability in a beanie feeding breadcrumbs to the wrong people. Candace Owens has plenty of critics. She’s used to heat. That’s normal for someone in her line of work. But what Tim did is not normal. You don’t repeat someone’s home security setup to millions of people unless you’re trying to make sure the right kind of listener hears it. This wasn’t outrage. It wasn’t debate. It was a signal. And anyone who’s been around internet culture long enough recognizes the tactic when they see it.

Mr. Gerald Wayne

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Absolutely conclusive that Jonathan Ross killed Renee Good. NYT breakdown of what happened. He starts out by filming her with a cell phone in his hand. What kind of law enforcement does this? Doesn’t he need his hands for other purposes? If his job is dangerous, wouldn’t he need two hands? Most likely saw that he was dealing with a lone white woman and felt no threat. Other cars had gone around Renee Good. There was no obstruction of traffic. Ross and his fellow agents seemed like they were taking the opportunity to harass a citizen whose behavior they disapproved of. Ross then gets in front of the car. Again, you’re not supposed to do that. Nobody has provided any explanation of how this could be justified. All law enforcement who have spoken about this are in agreement. He likely did not get hit by the car, and if he did it was just barely, and his legs and body were away from the car after he could see she was turning away. It appears that maybe his arm got hit if anything, and that was because he was holding out his cell phone, which again no real cop would do. And here’s the absolute nail in the coffin: he fires two more shots while he’s clearly off to the side! By this point, the other agent was getting away from the car. Ross just keeps shooting two more times. None of this even stops the car, but it does kill Renee Good. Ross first reaction after doing this is to curse the woman he just killed. Murder. There’s no longer any way to argue anything else.

Richard Hanania

340,075 просмотров • 7 месяцев назад

Alrighty. I don't know about you, but this scene was one of my favorites from ep 23. But, it's been overlooked. It's a heart-to-heart between cihan and fiko. And, it adds fiko among the people who truly know what cihan feels for alya. I love the fact that fiko starts the conversation with 'will you always live like this?' Because that's what the viewers have been thinking since alya and cihan got married. Sure, it's a marriage of convenience of sorts, but any blind person can tell you they love each other. But, cihan is holding back because of boran and maybe in some small part due to his promise to alya. However, to fiko, it seems ridiculous because she can see that the whole arrangement is already tearing at the seams. When fiko makes it obvious there's no point in hiding things from her, because she sees the two of them too clearly, cihan tells her about his agreement with alya. Then comes my favorite part. Fiko says 'don't let go of my daughter's hand, not now or in the future.' That's her way of saying, make it real, make this marriage real. Live what you two feel for each other. And, there's no judgment in her tone or words. Then she makes cihan promise (he agrees all too readily) that how he knows alya and the place she occupies in his heart will never change even by a milimeter in the future. That's her way of telling him, I know you love her. And, his silence is agreement. For those of us forever wondering what cihan feels for alya, here's your answer. He never objects or says he doesn't love her when sado, nare, or fiko confront him with his feelings. And, then fiko tells him to trust his feelings. HOW GOOD WAS IT TO HEAR THAT? Because all he hears from his witch of a mother is he can't have feelings for alya because of boran. But, here's another mother telling him, it's okay to feel what you feel. Trust your love for alya, let it guide you. Then she tells him to trust alya always, no matter what. Why? Because trust and respect are the foundations of love. I love this woman. I do. I hope fiko becomes a permanent fixture in this series. She then rounds of the conversation by repeating 'don't let go of her hand, stand with her always.' Aka, always love alya, always support her, be the shelter she's always wanted but never found. When cihan inquires why she's suddenly talking so openly, she answers life is uncertain. And, like any good mother, she wants to ensure her daughter is in good hands before it's her time to go. She says she wants to entrust her pure-hearted daughter to him and how does ciho respond? He says 'let there be no doubt in your mind.' That's not just taking up a promise. That's a declaration of intent. That's him saying, I'll look after the bird in my hands all my life. Because he loves her too, just like the woman sitting in front of him. This scene was such a sincere exchange of feelings. Both ciho and fiko are conversing without any diversion, without any artifice. It brings the both of them peace, in different ways. It assures fiko that her daughter will be happy with this man. And it assures cihan that his feelings aren't some kind of sin. He loves alya, and it's okay to act on that love. Brilliant, brilliant scene. Brilliant acting. I absolutely loved it!!! #CihAl #UzakŞehir

CocoLoco

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EXCLUSIVE: Young Ontario woman's life becomes a living hell after Moderna booster shot leaves her paralyzed. Doctors confirm vaccine connection and offer Medical Assistance in Dying (MAID). Kayla Pollock is a 37-year-old mother from Ontario whose life took a drastic turn after receiving a Moderna Covid-19 booster shot. She experienced paralysis from the neck down and has been enduring a challenging ordeal ever since. Kayla's early years were marked by unspeakable cruelty and suffering. As an infant, she endured the horrors of severe abuse, including broken bones, cigarette burns, and bruises inflicted upon her helpless body by her parents. Her distressing situation prompted the intervention of family and children services, ultimately leading to her placement in a caring, loving and supportive home. As she grew older, Kayla dedicated the majority of her younger adult years to behavioral training of exotic animals. However, she eventually made the decision to resign from this profession after having her son, recognizing the inherent risks of the job. Kayla eventually ended up in the small town of Mount Albert, Ontario, where she co-raised her son after a separation. She worked as a casual educational assistant at Robert Munsch Public School, assisting kindergarten children. Her home was conveniently located right next to the school. Kayla's son attended the same school where she worked, and she expressed her love for her job and the positive direction her life was heading. Describing herself as fit, healthy, and very active, Kayla enjoyed hiking, being outdoors, gardening, and going places with her son. When the pandemic struck, Kayla recalls the mainstream media, politicians, and public health officials emphasizing the severity of the virus and urging everyone to get vaccinated. She remembers health officials specifically advising that those at highest risk should prioritize getting vaccinated. Being immunocompromised and a type one diabetic, Kayla heeded the advice of health officials and received the first two Pfizer shots in the middle of 2021 and didn’t experience any issues. Additionally, she mentions another reason for getting vaccinated was because her father resided in a long-term care facility with dementia, and vaccination was going to be a requirement for entry into the care home. Kayla then decided to take a booster, but this time it was a Moderna booster shot. She recounts going to a vaccination drive and the police being there. She found that odd and questioned why the police were present. According to Kayla, people were upset that Moderna was being given out instead of Pfizer, and that was the reason for the police presence. Kayla says that something didn’t sit right in her gut, but she went ahead with the Moderna booster shot anyway. She explains her reasoning for getting the third shot was because she felt like a third one would be mandated at some point to get access into her dads long term care home. She received the Moderna booster shot on January 11, 2022. Four days later, Kayla described a situation where her legs just gave out, and she collapsed, but all seemed fine a short time later. Then, nine days later, she experienced a similar event, and at that time, she called her doctor, asking to see a neurologist because she suspected something wasn’t right. On the morning of February 22, 2022, Kayla's life took an irreversible turn. As she awoke, opened her eyes, a sudden realization struck her – she couldn't move her body. Despite the shock, she says she remained calm and started yelling for help. Fortunately, her boyfriend who spent the night, was in the driveway preparing to leave for work, and heard her cries for help. Her boyfriend called 911 and Kayla was transported to Southlake Regional Health Centre in Newmarket, Ontario. While in the emergency department Kayla recounts that the attending physician initially dismissed her symptoms, suggesting that it was all in her head and portrayed her as a "crazy person," and ordered a psychiatric consult. All of what Kayla describes happening is evident in her medical records which we obtained and reviewed. Eventually, an MRI was conducted, revealing that Kayla had a very large lesion on her spinal cord. A neurologist followed up with Kayla and recommended a course of steroids in an attempt to decrease the size of the lesion. Kayla questioned the neurologist and asked if the lesion could be a tumor. In an audio recording taken by Kayla’s boyfriend, the neurologist responds, saying, “it's less likely a tumor” and that it is his “gut impression it was caused by the vaccine.” When Kayla questions the doctor as to whether many people have had something similar happen to them, the doctor responds, saying “many people have had it.” Later, Kayla would learn that she had developed transverse myelitis, a condition that interrupts the transmission of messages along the spinal cord nerves throughout the body. She would go on to spend several months in the hospital, where she says she was offered medical assistance in dying (MAID) on two occasions but rejected the offer. During Kayla's hospital stay, she received steroids, which she claims helped to some extent, allowing her to regain very slight movement in her arms, hands, and fingers. However, she still has absolutely no feeling from the neck down. Visually examining her fingernails reveals decay due to the lack of nerve function. Kayla believes that if the initial doctor had taken her concerns seriously, rather than dismissing her as a "crazy person," and promptly ordered an MRI, she might have been able to walk again or experience sensation in some parts of her body that she doesn’t have today. After her initial treatment at the local hospital, Kayla was subsequently transferred to Lyndhurst Rehabilitation Centre in Toronto to undergo several months of intensive rehabilitation aimed at attempting to restore her physical capabilities and adapting to her new reality. Unfortunately, Kayla says that rehab did not help her. Following her discharge from the hospital, she now takes a long list of drugs daily. She ended up losing everything she worked hard for—her home, the ability to co-raise her son, and her job, essentially losing everything. Kayla was placed on provincial disability and was forced to move away from Mount Albert, where her son lives, into an apartment that could accommodate her wheelchair accessibility needs. Kayla has faced challenges in obtaining the promised hours of in-home care after leaving the hospital. Kayla relies on a personal support worker to help her get out of bed each morning, another organization assists with meal preparation, and in the evenings, a friend comes over to manually extract feces from her bowel and aid her in getting into bed. Securing compensation through the federal government’s Vaccine Injury Support Program (VISP) has been difficult for Kayla. She initiated the application process in July of 2022, following up with the program six months later. However, according to Kayla, her application was still under review at that time. Another six months elapsed, and when she sought an update, the program informed her that they had never received her initial application. In response, Kayla reapplied to the program and was recently assigned a case worker. Uncertainty looms over whether she will be approved and, if approved, when she will receive any form of compensation. Kayla faces challenges in performing simple tasks both at home and in the community. She is in a difficult financial situation and desperately seeks a service dog. According to her, having a service dog would not only assist her with daily tasks but also offer companionship, providing her with much-needed company. An organization called Veterans 4 Freedom has stepped in to help Kayla and has set up a GiveSendGo campaign to help her raise funds for a service dog. A link to that fundraising campaign is below.

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