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jamespotterthefirst · 3 years

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Open Heart, Book 1, Chapter 13 Retold through social media posts and messages All posts here

Warning: Language and implications of adult activities

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Voice call from Ethan Ramsey to Lilac Allende at 7:57 PM Duration: 8 minutes

Lilac: Hey. Ethan: Hey. [Long silence] Lilac:... Ethan? Is everything alright? Ethan: I wanted to apologize to you…. For slamming that door in your face. With the news about Naveen… [silence] Ethan: It wasn't my most gallant moment. After you left, I realized you had also received terrible news of your own. You needed me and I wasn't there for you. For that, I'm truly sorry, Lilac. Lilac: Ethan, I don't blame you for being in that state of mind, but thank you for the apology. [Distant chatting and laughing] Bryce: [in the background] The Haupia has arrived! Sienna: Yum! I've always wanted to try it! Jackie: That's store bought and you know it, scalpel jockey. Ethan: Busy? Lilac: No, just my roommates getting dinner ready. [Chatter grows distant. A door closes] Lilac: I'm all yours. [Long silence on Ethan's end] Lilac: Ethan? Ethan: I'm here. You should go be with your friends. Lilac: It's fine. They'll understand— Ethan: I insist, Lilac. I'll be fine. I promise. Lilac: Liar. Ethan: [chuckling] Fine. But I still insist you go and have a good time. Lilac: Can I check on you later? Ethan: You don't have to. Lilac: I want to. And I'll try my best to help you take your mind off everything. Ethan: That sounds… ominous. Lilac: [laughing] You'll have to find out. Ethan: I'm sure I will. Lilac: Bye, Ethan. Ethan: Bye, Rookie.

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Received at 2:21 AM From: Ethan Ramsey To: Lilac Allende Duration: 1 hour, 23 minutes

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Interview recorded for official purposes Present: Harper Emery, Elijah Green Time: 8:45 AM

H. Emery: Thank you for seeing me today Dr. Greene. Please come in. I trust you know why I called you into my office today?

E. Greene: If this is about the lunch thief that's been striking for the last few days, then I'm glad it's finally getting addressed.

H. Emery: Lunch...thief?

E. Greene: Someone's been stealing people's lunches from the lounge. It's getting ridiculous.

H. Emery: I… No, Dr. Greene, that particular incident is not why I called this meeting. Although, I will inform the Senior Resident about the issue. I called you today because I want more information on Dr. Lilac Allende.

E. Greene: What about Lilac?

H. Emery: I understand you two are friends?

E. Greene: Yeah, she's a good friend.

H. Emery: Dr. Greene, I'll get straight to the point. I am conducting an investigation to determine Dr. Allende's involvement in the death of Teresa Martinez. Do you know anything about that?

E. Greene: Sorry, Chief Emery. I'd say I know even less about what happened to Mrs. M than you do.

H. Emery: Hmmm. Do you recall the day Mr. Declan Nash visited Edenbrook for a meeting with me?

E. Greene: Yes, ma'am.

H. Emery: You came to me claiming that Dr. Mirani needed immediate help with a VIP patient. But when we got there, there was no Dr. Mirani and no problem. Why did Lilac Allende ask you to get me away from Declan Nash?

E. Greene: Lilac? She had nothing to do with it, I got the idea to rescue you all on my own!

H. Emery: Rescue me?

E. Greene: Dude seemed like a creep. I thought you could use a break.

H. Emery: (Stunned silence) Thank you, Dr. Greene. That was incredibly thoughtful if a bit unorthodox.

H. Emery: However, I ask you to refrain from intervening during any of my future meetings, no matter how distressed you believe me to be.

E. Greene: Loud and clear, Dr. Emery.

H. Emery: What else can you tell me about Dr. Allende?

E. Greene: Lilac's a cool roommate. Living with her is fun when she gets all my pop culture references. Even if she does believe Mean Girls was the best movie ever made and quotes it constantly. She used to live in LA and has all kinds of crazy stories. Do you want to hear about the time she met Samuel L. Jackson?

H. Emery: … No, thank you, Dr. Greene. I think I've heard enough. [End of recording] _____________________________________________________

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Sent at 9:25 AM From: Harper Emery To: Ethan Ramsey Status: Unread

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Sent at 9:25 AM From: Lilac Allende To: Ethan Ramsey Status: read, unanswered

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Interview recorded for official purposes Present: Harper Emery, Jackie Varma Time: 10:05 AM

H. Emery: Dr. Varma, thank you for joining me. Do you know why I called you in today?

J. Varma: No idea.

H. Emery: I know you're busy with your caseload so I'll cut to the chase. What is your relationship with Dr. Allende?

J. Varma: We share a bathroom and an internet plan.

H. Emery: You're not friends?

J. Varma: Dr. Emery, I applied here to learn to be the best doctor, not to compete for Edenbrook's Friendship Awards.

H. Emery: I see. So there's nothing else you could tell me about Dr. Allende?

J. Varma: To be honest, she's indistinguishable from my other roommates. They're all distracting loud noise through the wall of my room as I'm trying to study up for my patients. The few times I saw her outside the apartment were a few rounds at Donahue's across the street, when we are all new and in that honeymoon phase. But unless you want to know her drink order, I have nothing.

H. Emery: That won't be necessary.

J. Varma: Is there anything else, Chief Emery?

H. Emery: I suppose not. You may return to your duties. _____________________________________________________

Interview recorded for official purposes Present: Harper Emery, Sienna Trinh Time: 10:25 AM

H. Emery: Good afternoon, Dr. Trinh. Thank you for meeting with me. Please have a seat.

S. Trinh: The pleasure is all mine, Dr. Emery. What can I do for you?

H. Emery: I'd like to talk to you about one of your fellow interns today. People tell me you are close to Lilac Allende.

S. Trinh: We're both dolphins not sharks, so we got along right away.

H. Emery: You're both… what?

S. Trinh: Neither of us are interested in screwing over other interns to get ahead. Lilac's a very moral person.

H. Emery: And how do those morals apply to Dr. Allende's patients?

S. Trinh: She definitely wouldn't screw over a patient either.

H. Emery: Can you say that with absolute certainty?

S. Trinh: Cross my heart and hope to die. I've seen how kind Lilac is in all aspects of her life. But she is the most passionate when it comes to her family, friends, and patients. Lilac has a good heart.

H. Emery: Noted. Thank you, Dr. Trinh. Anything else you'd like to add?

S. Trinh: Yes. I hope you don't mind me asking but… where did you get those earrings? They're gorgeous!

H. Emery: Oh. They were a gift from my mother.

S. Trinh: They're stunning. You look great in them!

H. Emery: Thank you, Dr. Trinh, that's very sweet.

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Interview recorded for official purposes Present: Harper Emery, Landry Olsen Time: 10:50 AM

H. Emery: Please come in Dr. Olsen. Take a seat.

H. Emery: Before we begin, it is my duty to let you know our conversation is being recorded for HR and any other parties who might request it in the future.

L.Olsen: ... O-other parties? Like the authorities?

H. Emery: Possibly. Depending on the findings of the investigation. Are you alright, Dr. Olsen?

L.Olsen: I— Shouldn't I have an attorney present, then?

H. Emery: There's no need to lawyer up for this, Dr. Olsen. I only have a few questions about an intern you're in close contact with. Shall we get started?

L.Olsen: Sure.

H. Emery: Dr. Olsen, what is your relationship with Dr. Allende?

L.Olsen: We're roommates.

H. Emery: You're not friends?

L.Olsen: No.

H. Emery: …

L.Olsen: I mean, y-yes. You could say that.

H. Emery: Can you tell me more about Dr. Allende?

L.Olsen: I've rarely seen her these past few weeks. Been studying up for our fellowship competition.

H. Emery: The one Dr. Ramsey used to be in charge of before he quit?

L.Olsen: (long, stunned silence) Dr. Ramsey quit?

H. Emery: That's right. Just a few hours ago.

L.Olsen: Does that mean the diagnostics team—

H. Emery: —will probably be disbanded, yes. Unless Dr. Mirani or Dr. Hirata wish to continue the competition for two spots. Knowing one of them, she will refuse.

L.Olsen: (more silence)

H. Emery: Dr. Olsen, are you certain you're alright?

L.Olsen: Y-yeah.

H. Emery: Given that you live with her, do you know of any involvement she may have had with the death of Teresa Martinez?

L.Olsen: I've already given all the information I have, Dr. Emery.

H. Emery: Very well. Thank you for meeting with me today.

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Author’s Note: Thank you if you read this monster.

A few notes:

A HUGE thank you to everyone who read, liked, and/or commented on the last chapter of this. I just realized I never replied. Forgive me. My brain is all over the place these days. I’m trying to be better. I am appreciative forever and ever for all the support you guys have shown me.

The same goes for “Burgundy”. I will absolutely reply to everyone but I realize it’s been a while. I don’t want people to think I’m being rude and ignoring their lovely words of support. Anyway, I ramble.

Regarding this chapter, I decided to add that Ethan x MC steamy texts scene because I was feeling self-indulgent lol. But also because I figured he knew he was leaving Edenbrook the next day after he told Naveen.

MC didn’t sleep with Bryce in the on-call room (even though she does in the actual game for me lol. Couldn’t have her do it after that phone scene with Ethan)

Sorry for any mistakes or typos. Tumblr will not let me edit a massive post full of code like this. It will let me make all the changes and then not save them. Sigh. I expect nothing from this site and I am still let down.

Thank you so much, as always! Everyone has been so lovely to this series and it means the world!

Much love, Bree ____________________________________

*tagging separately because this post is ready to burst with code

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #playchoices #pictagram #My writing

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scarletexlibris · 3 years

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Crucial Stats:

Name: Alexander Stirling Scarlet

Age: Late thirties, born April 17th

Height: Five feet nine inches

Weight: One hundred and forty pounds

Hair: Dirty blonde

Eyes: Blue

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Sexuality: Demisexual, grey-aromantic

Religion: Agnostic

Relevant biographical information:

Born in Herne Hill, London, England

Orphaned after his parents, Paul and Claudia Scarlet, were killed in a car accident. Raised by his neglectful high society aunt, Isolde Blackburne.

Graduated from Oxford with a degree in literature and spent years afterward trying unsuccesfully to get his own novels and short stories published. Constantly rejected for “unoriginality.”

Immigrated to America and started his criminal career at the age of twenty-five. Lasted two and a half years as a prominent Gotham rogue before having a glass display case dropped on his head during an altercation with Batgirl (Barbara Gordon).

Spent a year in Arkham Asylum after his hospital stay, where he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Was the victim of medical malpractice at the hands of Dr. Penelope Young, who would repeatedly verbally abuse him during psychiatric sessions and deliberately give him wrong medication doses. Also bullied cruelly by Jonathan Crane, who took pleasure in “breaking him by talking.”

Burned the palms of his hands in a self-harm attempt to the point of permanent nerve damage during his criminal days. Now wears leather gloves to cover them.

Found work at Gotham Academy a year and a half after his release with a clean bill of health and rehabilitation funding. Now works there as a professor of English and drama.

Married Lydia Scarlet nee Limpet after five years of living with her. Now has four children with her—Isabella, Catherine, Amelia, and Jeremy.

Also considers Hayden Ayala and Samuel Robonico as part of the family, as well as Lydia’s extended family on her adopted father’s side.

Good friends with Kira Drake, Elsie Khalii, and Jervis Tetch. Frenemies-leaning-toward-friends with Edward Nygma. Sitcom nemesis of Edgar Heed. Sworn enemy of Jonathan Crane, Batman, and Gotham’s police force.

Still keeps his Men of Letters (his henchpeople from his crime days) as backup if he needs it. Printer’s Devil is the sniper, Typesetter is the medic, Pressman is the muscle and electrician, and Footnote is the gopher and undercover agent.

Does not get along at all well with Headmaster Hammer and will go out of his way to disboey him behind his back. Still very protective of the Academy’s students and trusts the members of Team Detective implicitly—he’s basically the Giles to their Scooby Gang.

Personal trivia:

Can whistle and read music, but not sing.

Always makes a little tutting or “oh!” sound when he’s annoyed, usually accompanied by rolling his eyes. Also makes a lot of “thinking noises” when he speaks and talks with his hands. Almost never uses slang.

Impeccable posture and a cat-like sense of cleanliness.

A very skilled gadgeteer as well as his eidetic memory and speedreading skills. Incredibly well-read and inventive.

Has terrible eyesight, but refuses to wear thick bulky glasses as a professor.

Never loses an opportunity to whip out a pithy literary quote, but gets very frustrated when people misquote things and will instantly correct them.

Has an abysmal sleep schedule and will normally stay awake into the wee hours of the morning. Very restless sleeper who tosses and turns a lot.

Owns three cats–two long-haired tuxedo cats named Ernest and Hercule and one ginger tabby named Lloyd. Also gets along surprisingly well with birds.

Is liable to consume himself with work or fly into a screaming rage over the smallest slight during manic episodes, but usually sits at his desk without moving from it or speaking during depressive ones. Extremely dilligent about taking his medications because he despises losing control.

Has post-traumatic stress reponses to prolonged discussion of Arkham Asylum or anything that reminds him of his time there.

Is the absolute living embodiment of the Superiority/Inferiority Complex and delights in being cheerfully passive-aggressive.

Favorite drink is English breakfast tea or Arabian coffee. Favorite food is roast chicken. Also snacks on peanuts when he’s anxious. Favorite sweet is cherry Danishes.

Has a specfic cafe in the academic district he and Lydia like to order from.

Often underweight as a child because of his aunt’s ill treatment.

Favorite books are Great Expectations, Jane Eyre, and The Time Machine.

Favorite movies are the original Universal Horror canon.

Favorite singer is Nat King Cole.

Disdains a lot of modern rogues and bemoans the needless violence and lack of “class”.

Can be a bit classist and elitist, especially in academic settings.

Walks everywhere if he can help it, only drives if he’s heading out of Gotham altogether.

Scrimped and saved to rent a small cabin for himself, Lydia, and the children whenever they need to get out of the city’s hustle and bustle.

A fairly strict, but still patient and fair teacher as well as parent.

First met Lydia in Blackgate Penitentiary after he was arrested the first time–she kicked his ass in a game of chess.

Once tried to discover Dream of the Endless’s secrets and ended up getting knocked out for a week of nightmares for his trouble. Is very cautious about magic ever since.

Very overly protective of the things and people he loves, tends to be distrustful on their behalf.

Owns basically no casual clothes, always dresses in his Academy attire (the tweed jackets and dress slacks, not the pleather Bookworm suit).

Very self-conscious about his thinning hair and thus will not take off his hat unless it’s for someone he trusts.

Likewise doesn’t like to be touched unless it’s by someone he trusts, will swat your hand away otherwise.

Usually shows verbal affection more often than physical affection. Can be extremely emotionally constipated, especially when he’s just starting to forge a relationship with someone.

Greatest fear is alienating his loved ones or making them afraid of him.

#(about the muse)#((Gonna pin this so people see it! :D ))

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fel-i-fod · 4 years

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Welsh, Scottish, and Irish Writers

This isn’t a definitive list by the way, so please add names if you think I missed someone important (which I probably have).

WELSH WRITERS

Dannie Abse: poet, playwright and physician. A Doctor’s Register; Ghosts; Funland; Song For Pythagoras.

Gillian Clarke: poet, playwright and lecturer. A Difficult Birth; The Sundial; Catrin.

Roald Dahl: author. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, 1964; The Twits, 1980; Fantastic Mr Fox, 1970; Danny, Champion of the World, 1975; The Witches, 1983. (I’m not going to list every book he’s ever written so these are just my childhood favourites.)

Ken Follett: author - thriller and historical fiction. The Century Trilogy, 2010-14; Kingsbridge Series, 1989-2020.

George Herbert: poet and priest. The Altar; Easter Wings.

Cynan Jones: author. The Dig, 2014.

Diana Wynne Jones: Welsh-English author. Howl’s Moving Castle, 1986-2008; Dalemark, 1979-93; Chrestomanci novels and short stories, 1977-2006; Derkholm, 1998-2000.

Philip Pullman: Welsh-English author. His Dark Materials, 1995-2000; The Book of Dust, 2017-; Sally Lockhart, 1985-94.

Kate Roberts: author. Traed mewn Cyffion (Feet in Chains/Feet in Stocks), 1936; Te yn y Grug (Tea in the Heather), 1959.

Bernice Rubens: author. The Elected Member, 1969; Madame Sousatzka, 1962; A Solitary Grief, 1991.

Owen Sheers: poet, author, playwright and presenter. Farther; Y Gaer/The Hill Fort; The Dust Diaries, 2004; Resistance, 2007; The Green Hollow (”film-poem”), 2016.

Dylan Thomas: poet, author and scriptwriter. Do not go gentle into that good night; And death shall have no dominion; Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog, 1940; A Child’s Christmas In Wales, 1955; Under Milk Wood, 1954.

Gwyn Thomas: author, playwright, columnist, and broadcaster. All Things Betray Thee, 1949.

Sarah Waters: Welsh-English author. Tipping the Velvet, 1998. Fingersmith, 2002.

Hedd Wyn: poet. Yr Arwr; Rhyfel; Plant Trawsfynydd.

SCOTTISH WRITERS

Iain Banks (sometimes Iain M. Banks): author - mainstream and sci-fi. The Wasp Factory, 1984; Walking On Glass, 1985; Culture novels, 1985-2012 (can be read as standalones - I recommend Excession).

Robert Burns: poet. Auld Land Syne; To a Mouse; Scots Wha Hae; Tom o’ Shanter; O, Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast.

Arthur Conan Doyle: author, poet, playwright and physician. Sherlock Holmes stories.

Jenni Fagan: author and poet. The Panopticon, 2012; The Sunlight Pilgrims, 2016.

Janice Galloway: author and poet. The Trick is to Keep Breathing, 1989.

Alasdair Gray: author, artist, poet and playwright. Lanark, 1981; Poor Things, 1992.

James Kelman: author and playwright. How Late It Was, How Late, 1994; Greyhound For Breakfast, 1987.

Val McDermid: author - crime and thriller. Tony Hill and Carol Jordan, 1995-2019; A Place of Execution, 1999.

Denise Mina: crime and comic author and playwright. Conviction, 2019; Garnethill, 1998-2001; Paddy Meehan, 2005-07; John Constantine, Hellblazer, #216-228

Maggie O’Farrell: Irish-Scottish author. The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox, 2007; After You’d Gone, 2000; I Am, I Am, I Am: Seventeen Brushes With Death, 2017.

James Robertson: author and poet. The Testament of Gideon Mack, 2006; And the Land Lay Still, 2010.

Walter Scott: author, poet and playwright. The Lady of the Lake, 1810; Ivanhoe, 1820; The Bride of Lammermoor, 1819.

Ali Smith: author. How to Be Both, 2014; Seasonal 2017-20; There but for the, 2011.

Muriel Spark: author, poet and essayist. The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, 1961; The Ballad of Peckham Rye, 1960; A Far Cry from Kensington, 1988.

Robert Louis Stevenson: author. Treasure Island, 1883; Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, 1886; Kidnapped, 1886.

Alan Warner: author. Morvern Callar, 1995.

Irvine Welsh: author and screenwriter. Trainspotting, 1993; Skagboys, 2012.

Louise Welsh: author - psychological thriller. The Cutting Room, 2002.

IRISH WRITERS

John Banville: author, critic and scriptwriter. The Sea, 2005; The Frames Trilogy, 1989-95.

Samuel Beckett: author, director, playwright, poet and translator. Waiting For Godot, 1954; Molloy, 1951; Malone Meurt, 1951; L’innommable, 1953.

Maeve Binchy: author, playwright and columnist. Tara Road, 1998; Circle of Friends, 1990; A Week in Winter, 2012.

Elizabeth Bowen: author. The Last September, 1929; Eva Trout, 1968; The Death of the Heart, 1938.

John Boyne: author. The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas, 2006; The Heart’s Invisible Furies, 2017.

Emma Donoghue: Irish-Canadian author, playwright, screenwriter and literary historian. Room, 2010; Slammerkin, 2000.

Anne Enright: author. The Gathering, 2007; The Green Road, 2015.

Josephine Hart: author, producer and presenter. Damage, 1991.

Seamus Heaney: poet, playwright and translator. Digging; Strange Fruit; In Memoriam Francis Ledwidge; Beowulf: A New Verse Translation, 1999.

James Joyce: author, critic, poet and teacher. Ulysses, 1922; A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, 1916.

Molly Keane: author and playwright. Good Behaviour, 1981; Devoted Ladies, 1934; Time After Time, 1983.

C. S. Lewis: author. The Chronicles of Narnia, 1950-56.

Iris Murdoch: author and philosopher. Under the Net, 1954; The Sea, the Sea, 1978.

Edna O’Brien: author, poet and playwright. The Country Girls Trilogy, 1960-64; August is a Wicked Month, 1965; A Pagan Place, 1970.

Frank O’Connor: author. Guests of the Nation, 1931; My Oedipus Complex, 1952; The Majesty of Law, 1936.

Nuala O’Faolain: author, journalist, producer, critic and teacher. Almost There: The Onward Journey of a Dublin Woman, 2003; Are You Somebody? The Accidental Memoir of a Dublin Woman, 1996.

Bram Stoker: author. Dracula, 1897.

Jonathan Swift: author, satirist, essayist, poet and cleric. Gulliver’s Travels, 1726; A Modest Proposal, 1729.

Oscar Wilde: author, poet and playwright. The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1890; The Importance of Being Earnest, 1895.

W. B. Yeats: poet and playwright. The Lake Isle of Innisfree, 1890; Adam’s Curse, 1903; Easter 1916, 1916; The Second Coming, 1920; Cathleen Ní Houlihan, 1902.

#irish literature #scottish literature #welsh literature #ireland #scotland #wales #i have now written the word author so many times #it doesn't look like a word anymore

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wisdomrays · 4 years

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TAFAKKUR: Part 85

Music Therapy

In 1944 Edgar Cayce, who healed thousands of people while in a trance state, said "Music is the medicine of the future."

Currently, some religious scholars in the Islamic world denounce music. This paper analyzes the Islamic perspective on music and singing, and concludes that using music as a therapeutic agent in medicine is not forbidden.

Documented evidence shows the power of music can be tapped to heal the body, strengthen the mind, and unlock the creative spirit. Published papers and journal articles offer dramatic accounts of how doctors, musicians, and healthcare professionals use music to deal with everything from anxiety to cancer, high blood pressure, chronic pain, dyslexia, and even mental illness. During childbirth, music can relieve expectant mothers' anxiety and help release endorphins, the body's natural painkillers, and thereby dramatically decrease the need for anesthesia.

Exposure to sound, music, and other acoustical vibrations can have a lifelong effect on health, learning, and behavior, for such exposure stimulates learning and memory and strengthens one's listening abilities. Music has been used as a treatment or cure from migraines to substance abuse.

One thousand years ago, Muslim physicians were in the forefront of medicine and used innovations and therapeutic techniques that are now considered modern. They treated mental illnesses by confining patients in asylums with twenty-first-century techniques of music therapy. In Fez, Morocco, an asylum for the mentally ill was built early in the eighth century, and asylums for the insane were built in Baghdad (705), Cairo (800), and Damascus and Aleppo (1270). In addition to baths and drugs, the mentally ill received kind and benevolent treatment, and were exposed to highly developed music-based therapy and occupational therapy. Special choirs and live bands were brought daily to present singing, musical, and comical performances to patients.

Malik al-Mansur Sayf al-Din Qalawun built the al-Mansuri hospital in Cairo (1284). Its most outstanding characteristic was that, just like today's advanced hospitals, provisions were made to entertain patients with light music. Professional storytellers were appointed to narrate stories and jokes (radio, TV, and computers perform these functions today). People who called the faithful to prayer would sing religious songs in their melodious voices before the morning call to prayer; so that afflicted patients might forget their suffering. This hospital still renders such services today.

Medical benefits

Music therapy has been lost for more than 1,000 years in the Muslim world and in the West. In the last three decades or so, the West has shown tremendous interest in using music therapy to treat several diseases and ailments. No one knows exactly how music heals, but it looks like our brains are wired to respond to it.

Dr. Clive Robbins, a co-founder of the Nordoff-Robbins Center for Music Therapy at New York University in New York City, says: "There is something intrinsically musical about the brain's neurological structure and the muscular function of the human organism. At a nonverbal level, music activates our minds, integrates our attention, and seems to help regulate some body functions." He has treated a child afflicted with cerebral palsy with music therapy in order to teach the child how to balance his body, coordinate his limbs' movement, and communicate. It has made him motivated and intent.

The right song seems to work in more than one way-distracting us from pain, boosting one's mood, reviving old memories, and even prompting the body to match its rhythms. Music has long been appreciated for its calming effects, but new research shows it also may have the power to restore and keep us healthy. Soothing sounds, from Tibetan chants to Beethoven symphonies, are being given scientific credit for preventing colds, easing labor pains, and even boosting anti-aging hormones. One study found that surgery patients who listened to comforting music recovered more quickly and felt less pain than those who did not. The International Journal of Arts Medicine reports that infants in intensive care units go home three days earlier, eat better, and gain more weight if the staff talks and sings to them.

Clinical studies and anecdotal evidence from music therapists suggest that the sound of music is soothing and comfortable. For example, music is credited with lowering cortisol, a stress hormone, as much as 25 percent; boosting endorphins, the body's natural opiates or feel-good drugs; reducing pain after surgery and reducing the need for sedatives and pain relievers; making patients recover from surgery faster and with less pain; possibly preventing colds; raising blood levels of Immunoglobin A (immune system fighter) to a whopping 14.1 percent; and easing labor without drugs. It also seems to help premature infants in intensive care; stimulate the brain's neural connections and promote children's spatial ability and memory; lower blood pressure as much as 5 points, reduce heart rate, improve cardiac output, and relax muscle tension; and manage non-pharmacological pain and discomfort.

But these are not all of its benefits, for research shows that music also improves the mood and mobility of people with Parkinson's, decreases nausea during chemotherapy, helps patients participate in medical treatment, decreases length of hospital stay, relieves anxiety and reduces stress, eases depression, enhances concentration and creativity, brings positive changes in mood and emotional states, increases awareness of self and environment, gives a sense of control over life through successful experiences, provides an outlet for expressing feelings, improves memory recall and thereby contributes to reminiscence and satisfaction with life. In addition, music therapy may allow for emotional intimacy with families and caregivers, relaxation for the entire family, and meaningful time spent together in a positive, creative way.

Exciting new research suggests that our brains respond to music almost as if it were medicine. Music may regulate some body functions, synchronize motor skills, stimulate mind and even make us smarter. According to Suzanne Hanser, D. Ed., a lecturer at Harvard Medical School's Department of Social Medicine: "There is no set prescription or a particular piece of music that will make everyone feel better or more relax. What counts is musical taste, kinds of memories, feelings and associations a piece of music brings to mind. Some people relax to classical music, others like the Moody Blues. The key is to individualize your musical selections."

Depression

Research conducted at the Stanford University School of Medicine provides some interesting results. For one group of 20 people aged between 61 and 86, moods rose and depression fell when they listened to familiar music they selected, on their own or with the help of a music therapist, while practicing various stress-reduction techniques. A control group who missed out on the music and the exercises saw no improvement during the 8-week study period. It helps to perform gentle exercises, depending on one's fitness level, while the music plays. Movements should be light and flowing. Breathe to the music, and gently come to rest when the music ends.

Insomnia

A study from the University of Louisville School of Nursing Research indicates that 24 out of 25 people with sleeping problems nod off more quickly, sleep longer, or get back to sleep more easily after listening to classical and New Age music. The music must be quiet and melodic, have a slow beat and few, if any, rhythmic accents. To be effective, one should skip the after-dinner coffee or tea and avoid telephone calls and TV after 9 p.m. Softer and quieter music should be played as bedtime approaches. Listen to the music in bed with a tape recorder or a CD player equipped with a silent on/off switch. One should lie quietly and take even, deep breaths.

Stress

Many studies have found that soothing melodies can ease anxiety and quiet both blood pressure and heart rate even under very stressful conditions. Everyday stress also responds to music. Select music that grabs your attention and, at the same time, relax your body so that all of your worries slip away. Slow music, like a love song sung by an accomplished singer or a calm instrumental piece may be perfect. If a slow tune gives your mind time to fret or obsess, switch to something livelier. Sit or lie down in a comfortable position and where you will not be disturbed. After a few minutes, perform a relaxation exercise.

Pain

One Yale University School of Medicine study found that people who listened to their favorite music while awake during a surgical procedure needed smaller amounts of sedatives and pain medication than those who did not. Music therapists and researchers say that physical discomfort from post-operative pain to chronic aches can be eased with flowing melodies and distracting rhythms. Dr. Alicia A. Clair, a board-certified music therapist and professor and director of music therapy at the University of Kansas in Lawrence, says that music can bring transitory relief from short-term and long-term pain and discomfort, such as arthritis and osteoporosis. Gentle and soothing stress-reducing music, which can relax and distract the mind, is helpful. Martha Burke, a board-certified music therapist in Durham, North Carolina, says: "Gently flowing music or music with a slow, steady pulse can help promote relaxation, which can then alter a patient's perception of pain. Soothing music can lower the heart rate and breathing rate, leading to further relaxation, and reduces tension that comes with the pain. We know music is so incredibly complex--it has tempo, rhythm, melody, and harmony. And so it stimulates the brain in many ways at once."

Brain damage

Samuel Wong, a Harvard-trained physician based in New York City, plays musical instruments to help patients with brain damage (from strokes) and Alzheimer's reconnect to the world. He is also music director of the Hong Kong Philharmonic and the Honolulu Symphony. "When brain damage (from stroke, Alzheimer's, etc.) leaves a devastated mental landscape, music 'builds a bridge' that allows patients to reconnect with the outside world. The study of medicine has informed my performance of music, and my learning of music has deepened my role in healing," he says. In 1996, researchers at Colorado State University tried giving 10 stroke victims 30 minutes of rhythmic stimulation each day for three weeks. Compared with untreated patients, they showed significant improvements in their ability to walk steadily. People with Parkinson's enjoyed similar benefits. Stroke victims and patients with Parkinson's walked more steadily and with better balance and speed if they practiced while hearing a balanced metrical beat or a piece of music with a powerful, even beat. A musical beat from any genre seemed to provide a rhythmic cue, which has a powerful, organizing effect on the brain's motor skills ;it helps harmonize movement almost at once, according to researchers. Scottish researchers have found that a daily dose of music significantly brightens the moods of institutionalized stroke victims. When daily music therapy was administered for 12 weeks, the patients were less depressed and anxious, and more stable and sociable than other patients in the same building. Music therapy also has proved useful in managing Alzheimer's and other neurological diseases.

Sounds of healing

Mitchell L. Gaynor, MD, director of medical oncology and integrative medicine at New York's Strang Cancer Prevention Center (affiliated with the Cornell Medical Center), says: "More doctors are seeing a connection between harmonious sound and health. If we are around very harmonious people and harmonious vibrations and harmonious sounds, we begin to feel better. I have never found anything more powerful than sound and voice and music to begin to heal and transform every aspect of people's lives. It can really change people's lives.” "We know that music is capable of enhancing the body's immune function, lowering heart rate, lowering stress-related hormones like cortisol that raise our blood pressure and depress our immune systems. It also trims complications after heart attack, calms anxiety, slows breathing and increases production of endorphins, the body's natural painkillers. Eighty percent of the stimuli that reach our brains come through our ears." "Even before birth, music makes a difference. Hearing is the first sense to develop, when the fetus is only 18 weeks old (Qur'an 32:9). We know that the unborn child hears for literally half the pregnancy and is affected profoundly by what it hears. Studies show that music by Mozart and Vivaldi actually can bring down fetal heart rate, calm brain waves, and reduce the baby's kicking. Rock music, on the other hand, appeared to drive fetuses to distraction, greatly increasing kicking." "Our bodies are 70 percent water, and thus excellent conductors for sound and vibration. We do not hear just with our ears, but literally feel vibration's sound with every cell in our body. Disharmony and noise, whether from traffic, the boss yelling at us about a deadline, or a jackhammer on the street can make us stressed, depressed, and pessimistic--all of which depress our immune systems. That is why disharmony can eventually lead to disease." "Our own voices are very underutilized healing tools. Singing is a great way to tap music's healing power. If you are self-conscious, try chanting. Anyone can do it, and you can't do it wrong. We are just seeing the tip of the iceberg as far as the incredible power of sound to affect every cell and every organ system in our bodies."(10) The Qur'an says: He fashioned him in due proportion and breathed into him something of His spirit. And He gave you (the faculties of) hearing and sight and feeling (and understanding). Little thanks do you give! (32:9, 16:78, 67:23). Dr. Keith Moore, professor and chairman of the Department of Anatomy at the University of Toronto's School of Medicine, writes in his most popular textbook on human embryology that the human embryo first gets the ears (hearing), then the eyes (sight), and next the brain (feeling and understanding or mental faculties) in that order, as mentioned in the above Qur'anic verses. On the other hand, very loud music with sounds louder than 90 decibels cause stress and ear damage. Pierce J. Howard, Ph.D., director of the Center for Applied Cognitive Studies in Charlotte, NC, says: "Very loud music creates an altered state of consciousness akin to an alcoholic or drug-induced stupor that can become addictive."

The Mozart effect

Don Campbell, a composer, music researcher and teacher, healer and the author of The Mozart Effect, learned that he had a potentially fatal blood clot in an artery just below his brain. He shrunk the blood clot from more than 1.5-inch length to one-eighth of an inch by humming quietly for three to four minutes at a time, up to seven times a day. He did this for three weeks before he went back for a second brain scan. In The Mozart Effect, he writes: "You know music can affect your mood: it can make you feel happy, enchanted, inspired, wistful, excited, empowered, comforted, and heroic. Particular sounds, tones and rhythms can strengthen the mind, unlock the creative spirit, and miraculously, even heal the body. Exposure to sound, music, and other forms of vibration, beginning in-utero, can have a life long effect on health, learning and behavior." In conclusion, one should listen to a piece of music that one finds inspirational and uplifting. Dr. Ahmed al-Kadi of Florida's Akbar Clinic conducted research on the healing power of listening to Qur'anic recitations. There is an urgent need for conducting more research on music therapy by Muslim physicians in the West and in the Muslim world.

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1826 Monday 20 Februrary

8 5/60 11 50/60

Sent off my letter (with its enclosure - written last night) to 'Miss Harvey 17 Albemarle Street Piccadilly London' then wrote the latter 1/2 page 3 and the ends and under the seal (very small and close) and finished my letter to M- [Mariana] begun on Saturday - gave her a copy of what I wrote on the 6th instant to Mrs. Milne respecting her mother - I wrote on Saturday

'Do as you like with my last letter - I always meant you to do so - It will save time to give you the following from my journal of Thursday'...(here follow the last 5 or 6 lines of page 111 respecting Mr. C.L- [Charles Lawton] and then) ...'you see my mind upon the subject - you see the peeping out of that proud and haughty spirit that cannot bend but to the call of reason, or of kindness - I do, from my soul, despise all the worldly good that reconciliation could gain me - But my letter 'was a comfort' to you - I think of this - and it softens me to say, I would not wax that comfort - I have not stooped below my conscience, but yielded only to my heart, and care not what may come - Do as you like, then, Mary - If it be peace, you know that I shall give my hand with pleasure; if not, you know that, like the flower that shuts itself at night, my care to be again with him in amity will close, but close for ever' -

Bid her let me hear from her next Monday - say IN- [Isabella Norcliffe] and I will go together as far as Leeds - she on her way to Croft - I on mine to Tadcaster about selling Hotspur, and to York about a carriage - Fear my aunt may not be able to leave Northgate, but, if we go abroad, talk of Bordeaux, Toulouse, Nice - Had sealed my letter and written the above of today at 9 50/60 then dressed - breakfast at 10 3/4 -

Dr. Kenny and Mr. Sunderland came to see my aunt - called the former out of the room for a few minutes to ask his real opinion of my aunt, and if there was any reasonable hope of her being able to go abroad impossible to say decidedly, but thought there was - he thinks her in a declining state, but does not see immediate danger and knows not how far she may rally in a warmer climate - would have it tried if possible - I told him we meant to go to Northgate for a while as soon as we could then for a month to Buxton, and then talked of ....(vide the 6th line above) -

A little while looking after Charles Howarth junior and his son in the lower water closet which they are to finish today - then upstairs talking to IN- [Isabella Norcliffe] till 1 - then wrote the last 5 or 6 lines - having 1st (at 12 1/2) sent off my letter to M- [Mariana] (Lawton) went out at 1 3/4 - agreed with Frank to cut 2 or 3 roods of drain at the bottom of the Calf Croft at 1/. per rood - staked out the line of a new drain along the bottom of the Lower brook Ing wood (not satisfied with that of the drain we cut some weeks back) and agreed with him to do it at the same price as before, 2d. [pence] per yard -

Saw my father - walked with him about the fields - and we went in a little before 5 - he comes to give orders to all the men except John but when I appear always says if they have nothing else to do he would have them do so and so we are the best friends possible - I wish we could get our jobs finished and be off -

Sat talking to IN- [Isabella Norcliffe] and reading together (in my dressing room) La fontaines Story of Joconde - dressed - dinner at 6 5/60 - Mr. Samuel Washington came - had attended today the meeting of the trustees of the Brighouse and Denholm gate road - they have no money and can pay nothing either for the land they have taken, or for the road thro' yewtrees wood etc. nor do they know when they can pay - they will not give up the road thro' the wood - the town may do as they like about it - the trustees are going to throw this Brighouse and Denholm Gate road upon the town - Mr. W- [Washington] gave me his valuation of Northgate house - Instead of £100, he now makes it only £81.14 a year - calculating the 6 days work of land at only £4 a day work = £24

Tea and coffee at 8 - came up to bed at 10 1/4 at which hour Barometer 1/2 degree below changeable Fahrenheit 43° - Last and this morning till towards noon wild, and rainy, and windy weather - fine afternoon and evening - after coming up to bed settled my accounts and wrote the last 15 lines - E..O.. -

Reference: SH:7/ML/E/9/0060 - SH:7/ML/E/9/0061

#anne lister #anne lister code breaker #gentleman jack #1826 #mariana lawton #isabella norcliffe

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All Ego Videos

A complete and chronological list of all ego appearances:

For anyone new to the JSE Ego community and doesn’t know where to start or anyone else who likes a list to refer to (like me)

1. Welcome to the game #2 (Jackieboy Man first appearance) [July 10, 2016]

2. The Jacksepticeye Power Hour – Marvin’s Magic (Marvin the Magnificent first appearance) [August 11, 2016]

3. The Jacksepticeye Power Hour – Dr. Schneeplestein (Dr. Schneeplestein first appearance) [September 15, 2016]

Antisepticeye; October 2016 – first canonical appearances (glitches) all leading up to Say Goodbye on October 31

4. FNAF Sister Location #1: THE START OF THE NIGHTMARE (originally called SOMETHING DOESN’T FEEL RIGHT) [October 10, 2016]

5. FNAF Sister Location #2: THEY HAVE AWOKEN… [October 13, 2016]

6. FNAF Sister Location #3: SOMETHING INSIDE [October 18, 2016]

7. “Soon” (found in the description of FNAF: SL #3)

8. The Temple of No [October 18, 2016]

9. Hello Neighbour #2: PLEASE DON’T KILL ME [October 19, 2016]

10. FNAF Sister Location #4: MERGED TOGETHER [October 22, 2016]

11. Clustertruck #16: CHOOSE YOUR OWN GOAL [October 23, 2016]

12. Stuntfest #1: GRANNY DAB [October 24, 2016]

13. Pipejob: SWIMMING IN POO [October 24, 2016]

14. Manual Samuel #3: ROBOT WARS [October 25, 2016]

15. Guts and Glory #5: MEET THE YANGS [October 26, 2016]

16. Layers of Fear #1: ALONE AND AFRAID [October 28 ,2016]

17. Stuntfest #2: SORE FROM LAUGHING [October 29, 2016]

18. Mr. President #3: BULLET PROOF CHEST [October 29, 2016]

19. The Cubicle: SCARIER THAN IT LOOKS [October 30, 2016]

20. Layers of Fear #2: THE SIGNS ARE HERE [October 30, 2016]

21. “Say Goodbye” [October 31, 2016]

22. CHRISTMAS DOCTOR | Amateur Surgeon Christmas Edition (Dr. Schneeplestein, 5:09 to 10:49) [December 24, 2016]

23. Detention #2: I’M SO SORRY (Anti, glitches only) [January 25, 2017]

24. Detention #3: BROKEN INSIDE (Anti, glitches only) [February 4, 2017]

25. Detention #4: BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS (Anti, glitches only) [February 16, 2017]

26. PAX East 2017 Intro (Anti) (found in the description of the “I’m Sick” vlog) [March 10, 2017]

27. The Jacksepticeye Power Hour – Chase Brody (Chase Brody first appearance, originally called Bro Average: Tea Bag Edition) [April 11, 2017]

28. Epidemic: SPREADING THE SICKNESS (Anti, glitches only) [June 12, 2017]

29. Bio Inc. Redemption #2: DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS (Chase Brody, patient was named Chase and "killed") [June 18, 2017]

30. Bio Inc. Redemption #4: TRUST ME I’M A DOCTOR (Dr. Schneeplestein) [June 24, 2017]

31. Bio Inc. Redemption: KILL JACKSEPTICEYE (Dr. Schneeplestein and Antisepticeye) [August 3, 2017]

32. South Park the Fracture But Whole (played episodes 2-13 as Jackieboy Man, but was stated to be non-canonical) [October 23, 2017 to November 27, 2017]

33. The Jacksepticeye Power Hour – Jameson Jackson (JJ first appearance, originally called A Good Ole Fashioned Pumpkin Carve, then changed to Jacksepticeye: The Silent Movie) [October 31, 2017]

34. Heartbound: MAN’S BEST FRIEND (Originally called MEMORIES OF UNDERTALE) (Anti, no glitches but Jack uses a very Anti-like voice in certain parts of the game) {Also included this game since this was the demo and many anticipate that Jack will play the full game in 2019 and include Anti stuff} [November 22, 2017]

35. Doki Doki Literature Club #4: EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE (Anti, glitches only) [December 3, 2017]

36. Doki Doki Literature Club #5: JUST MONIKA (Anti, glitches only) [December 5, 2017]

37. Overnightwatch (Anti, the stream was not archived so you can’t watch the whole thing but compilations of glitches/moments can be found on Youtube) [December 15/16, 2017]

Mayhem 2018 - A bunch of suspicious/ego related videos that occurred during the month of May, ending with First Winter

38. THE DOCTOR IS BACK – Gastric Bypass, Liposuction Surgery (Dr. Schneeplestein, end of video; originally called 100% REAL DOCTOR) [May 4, 2018]

39. Stories Untold #1: WATCH THIS WITH THE LIGHTS OFF (end of video) [May 5, 2018]

40. Barry Has A Secret (end of video) [May 6, 2018]

41. Stories Untold #2: THEY ARE LISTENING (end of video) [May 6, 2018 (2nd upload)]

42. Stories Untold #3: THEY’RE HERE! (voice of Chase Brody at end of video) [May 7, 2018]

43. Stories Untold #4: IT WAS ALL CONNECTED! (end of video) [May 8, 2018]

44. Try to Fall Asleep! (JJ and Marvin appear in TV/static glitches) [May 9, 2018]

45. TIE – A Game About Depression (Chase Brody) [May 11, 2018]

46. Dark Silence (Anti and Chase, end of video) [May 14, 2018]

47. EXPLORING AN ABANDONED HOSPITAL: Exiles (Anti) [May 16, 2018]

48. I AM SO CREEPED OUT BY THIS!: First Winter (Anti) [May 22, 2018]

*Note: while these are the only videos from Mayhem that had full ego content in them, there are a few other videos with suspicious moments/similar themes that I would recommend watching (Welcome to the Game 2, Yet Another Exhausted Day!, Check Please, Colourblind Test [Marvin mask in background])

49. HOW DID HE GUESS THAT! Akinator (JJ is the last character to be guessed; Anti w/ couple of glitches plus after outro clip, “SOON” hidden in audio) [August 3, 2017]

50. Eggs For Bart: WHAT AM I EVEN PLAYING?! (no glitches in game, but when the audio file was reversed, it said “I will return when you least expect it” and also had binary that spelled out “death” hidden in the file) [August 5, 2018]

51. Transference #1: THE DEMON LINGERS (Anti, glitches only; also, major Chase vibes because of family themes) [September 21, 2018]

52. Transference #2: WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED! (Anti, glitches only; also note several title changes w/ zalgo text) [September 24, 2018]

53. 3 Scary Games 1 Video #7 (Anti, glitches only) [October 14, 2018]

54. Watson Scott Test #1: THIS GAME SCARED THE S**T OUT OF ME (Anti, glitches only, also “Ch@s3” appearance) [October 20, 2018]

55. Umfend: TIME IS BROKEN (Anti, glitches only, also note suspicious title) [December 1, 2018]

56. Sally Face Part 4 #1: WAIT FOR THE ENDING! (Anti, glitchy outro) [December 7, 2018]

57. Quit The Game To Win (Anti, suspicious ending) [December 16, 2018]

58. Simulacra Pipe Dreams/Take Your Eyes Off the Screen (Anti, glitches only) [December 17, 2018]

59. Silent Fright: Bloodthirsty Santa (Anti, glitches only) [January 1, 2019]

60. This Person Does Not Exist (suspicious glitches) [March 13, 2019]

61. I'M not SCARED of these games... (suspicious glitches) [April 23, 2019]

62. I'll Get To The Bottom Of This... (May 7, 2019) (Anti audio, thank you for you contribution to 'this video/his death')

63. Something Is Incredibly Wrong Here... | Observation - Part 1 (suspicious themes/ending) [May 21, 2019]

64. Getting VERY Scared In Five Nights At Freddy's VR (FNAF VR) - Part 1 (glitches + suspicious writing on whiteboard) [May 22, 2019]

65. There's Someone Else Here! | Observation - Part 2 (suspicious themes/ending) [May 22, 2019]

66. No.... That's Not Possible! | Observation - Part 3 (suspicious themes/ending) [May 23, 2019]

67. They're SO Scary Up Close in Five Nights At Freddy's VR (FNAF VR) - Part 2 (Anti, after outro clip glitches) [May 24, 2019]

68. There's No Going Back Now! | Observation - Part 4 (END) (suspicious themes/ending) [May 24, 2019]

69. How High Will My Heart Rate Go Playing Five Nights At Freddy's VR (FNAF VR) (Anti, suspicious glitch from 2:53 to 3:08) [June 3, 2019]

70. My Inner Demon (Anti, glitches throughout) [July 8, 2019]

71. I Quit YouTube For This (originally called This Wasn't Supposed To Get Scary) (glitches + suspicious lines throughout) [September 16, 2019]

72. CHASE (Chase, Anti) [October 13, 2019]

73. You're Not Ready For These Scares (Dr. Schneeplestein, end of the video + appearing in glitches throughout) [October 19, 2019]

74. Can You Figure Out Who DID IT? - Jameson Jackson's Jolly Jaunts (originally called 'Jameson Jackson's Jolly Jaunts', then was changed to 'Unciver The Mystery, Who DID IT? - Jameson Jackson's Jolly Jaunts' before current title) (Jameson Jackson, Antisepticeye) [October 31, 2019]

75. You Said We Could Be Friends... | 3 Scary Games (originally called Please Don't Make Me Do This) (suspicious ending, jumpscare) [November 28, 2019]

76. These Scares Almost Killed Me | 3 Scary Games (originally called Where Did Jacksepticeye Go...) (suspicious ending/glitches) [January 16, 2020]

77. Sentient (originally called Don't Trust This Game (Anti from 'Always Watching' in the thumbnail) [February 26, 2020]

78. We Went Back (glitch + suspicious line) [April 10, 2020]

79. TERRIFYING BLAIR WITCH GAME | 3 Scary Games (Originally called WARNING: YOU WILL BE UNCOMFORTABLE WATCHING THIS | 3 Scary Games (audio of potentially egos/Anti talking, suspicious beginning and ending/glitches) [April 19, 2020]

80. WELCOME TO MY HOUSE (please stay away) | The Open house (originally called DON'T COME TO THIS HOUSE (please stay away) | The Open house) (zalgo comment made by Jack saying "OFFER ACCEPTED") [May 1, 2020]

81. Don't Make Eye Contact (originally called Argentum Inanis) (Marvin appearance, as well as flashback/vision/glitches of Antisepticeye, Chase, and Dr Schneeplestein) [October 31, 2020]

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End notes:

I included the dates that videos were published on since Jack likes to mess around with anniversaries.

Title changes were also listed (Jack sometimes changes these as well, like the firestarter that he is, and this was especially the case with the first episode of FNAF: Sister Location)

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If there’s anything I missed, please let me know so I can add it! As a note, I don't add 'suspicious videos', because there would simply be too many - this list is strictly for full ego appearances and glitches. I also try to limit my glitches since if nothing else happens, it might just be an effect by Robin and doesn't necessarily mean anything.

I hope this list helps out anyone who’s new or those who would like a complete reference list!

If you are new, don’t feel overwhelmed by the amount of stuff on the list. I know from experience that it can be a lot to take in, but don’t worry. Just take things slow, and don’t hesitate to message me or anyone else if you have any questions about the egos or past videos. There are a lot of super nice and incredibly smart theorists in this community who I’m sure would be more than happy to help you out.

Speaking of theorists, I’m gonna tag a few since they have some amazing theories of their own! I'll also put some additional info next to some of their names since their posts have been a big help to me as a theorist. :)

@fear-is-nameless (would heavily recommend their 4 timelines on ego events, as they contain links to a lot of posts/theories from the time)

@rogue-of-broken-time (lots of good theories)

@isa-ghost / @isas-theory-wall (Isa writes notes on every ego video and their theory wall blog is solely dedicated to theories)

@huffletrax (lots of good theories)

#jacksepticeye #neon theory #all ego videos #jameson jackson #dr schneeplestein #jackieboy man #marvin the magnificent #chase brody #antisepticeye #this took so long

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mmel · 5 years

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books read in 2019

january

1.The Little Mermaid — Hans Christian Andersen (1837) (audio)

2. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button — F. Scott Fitzgerald (1922) (audio)

3. Jungle River — Howard Pease (1938)

4. Lolita — Vladimir Nabokov (1955)

5. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenence — Robert M. Pirsig (1974)

6. The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde — Robert Louis Stevenson (1886)

7. Crome Yellow — Aldous Huxley (1921)

8. The Story of the Eye — George Bataille (1921)

february

9. The Immoralist — Andre Gide (1902)

10. 1984 — George Orwell (1949) (audio) (2nd time)

11. The Catcher in the Rye — J.D. Salinger (1951) (audio) (2nd time)

12. Animal Farm — George Orwell (1945) (audio) (2nd time)

13. The Woodlanders — Thomas Hardy (1877)

14. Descartes in 90 Minutes — Paul Strathern (1996)

15. Jane Eyre — Charlotte Brontë (1847)

march

16. Discourse on the Method (1637) (in Heffernan) & 16.5 The Search After Truth by the Light of Nature — René Descartes

17. Bilingual “Discourse on the Method” & Essays — Descartes & George Heffernan (1994)

18. Autobiography — John Stuart Mill (1873)

19. Méditations — René Descartes (1641)

20. Discourse on Method and Related Writings — René Descartes (Penguin Classics) incl. le monde et les règles

21. Meno — Plato (385 BC) (audio)

22. Crito — Plato (audio)

23. Poetics — Aristotle (audio)

24. The Apology — Plato (audio)

25. Phaedo — Plato (audio)

26. Five Dialogues — Plato (euthyphro, apology, crito, meno, phaedo) (2nd time except euthyphro)

27. Ion - Plato

28. The Art of Loving — Erich Fromm (1956)

29. On Liberty — J.S. Mill (1859)

april

30. A History of Knowledge — Charles Van Doren (1991)

31. Why I am So Wise — Friedrich Nietzsche (Penguin abridged Ecce Homo) (1908)

32. The Varieties of Religious Experience — William James (1902)

33. Pragmatism — William James (1907)

34. Candide — Voltaire (1759)

35. Short stories by Voltaire — Zadig, Micromegas, The World as it Is, Memnon, Bababec, Scarmentados Travels, Plato’s Dream, Jesuit Berthier, Good Brahman, Jeannot and Colin, An Indian Adventure, Ingenuous, One-Eyed Porter, Memory’s Adventure, Chaplain Goudman (1747-1775)

36. The Great Conversation — Robert M. Hutchins (1952)

may

37. Aeschylus’ Oresteia Trilogy & Prometheus Bound (458 BC) — Laurel Classical Drama (1965)

38. Sophocles’ Antigone, Oedipus the King, Electra, Philoctetes (~400 BC) — Laurel Classical Drama (1965)

39. Euripides’ Medea, Hippolytus, Alcestis, The Bacchae (~430 BC) — Laurel Classical Drama (1965)

40. Mythology — Edith Hamilton (1940)

41. Erewhon — Samuel Butler (1872)

42. The Iliad — Homer (850 BC)

43. The Little Prince — Antoine de Saint Exupery (1943)

44. Aeschylus’ Prometheus Bound (2nd time), The Suppliants, Seven Against Thebes, The Persians (Penguin Classics)

45. Teaching From the Balance Point — Edward Kreitman (Suzuki guide — 1998)

june

46. Sophocles’ Oedipus Rex (2nd time), Oedipus at Colonus, Antigone (2nd time) (Penguin Classics)

47. The Odyssey — Homer (850 BC)

48. The Secret Garden — Frances Hodgson Burnett (1911)

49. Coraline — Neil Gaiman (2002)

50. The Lost Art of Reading — David Ulin (2010)

51. Sophocles’ Ajax, Electra (2nd time), Women of Trachis, Philoctetes (2nd time) (Penguin Classics)

52. The House of the Seven Gables — Nathaniel Hawthorne (1851)

53. The Awakening — Kate Chopin (1899) (audio)

54. Straight is the Gate — André Gide (1924)

55. Wuthering Heights — Emily Brontë (1847)

56. Journey to the Center of the Earth — Jules Verne (1864) (audio)

57. East of Eden — John Steinbeck (1952)

58. Sons and Lovers — D.H. Lawrence (1913)

59. Grapes of Wrath — John Steinbeck (1939) (audio)

july

60. Attached — Amir Levine (2010) (audio)

61. The Prophet — Khalil Gibran (1923) (audio)

62. The Four Agreements — Don Miguel Ruiz (1997) (audio) (2nd time)

63. The Transparent Self — Sidney Jourard (1964)

64. The Return of the Native — Thomas Hardy (1878)

65. The Souls of Black Folk — W.E.B Du Bois (1903) (audio)

66. Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass (1845) (audio)

67. The Call of the Wild — Jack London (1903) (audio)

68. The Importance of Being Earnest — Oscar Wilde (1895) (audio) (2nd time)

69. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz — L. Frank Baum (1900) (audio)

70. The Picture of Dorian Gray — Oscar Wilde (1890) (audio)

71. Justine — Marquis de Sade (1791)

72. Love and Will — Rollo May (1969)

73. Nine Stories — J.D. Salinger (1953)

74. The Psychology of Man’s Possible Evolution — P.D. Ouspensky (1950)

75. The Good Earth — Pearl S. Buck (1931) (audio)

76. The Symposium — Plato (385-370 BC)

77. Children’s Stories by Oscar Wilde (1888)

august

78. Plato’s Apology (3rd time), Crito (3rd time) ; Laches, Gorgias (audio)

79. Plato’s Greater Hippias, Phaedrus (audio)

80. The Scarlet Letter — Nathaniel Hawthorne (1850) (audio)

81. Plato’s Phaedo (3rd time), Euthyphro (3rd time); Charmides

82. Eyeless in Gaza — Aldous Huxley (1936)

83. A Little History of the World — E. F. Gombrich (1936) (audio)

84. Waiting for Godot — Samuel Beckett (1953)

85. Anna Karenina — Leo Tolstoy (1877)

86. A Little History of Literature — John Southerland (2013)

87. Sartor Resartus — Thomas Carlyle (1831)

88. Macbeth — Shakespeare (1606)

september

89. An Apology for Idlers — Robert Louis Stevenson (Penguin Great Ideas collection of essays) (1877)

90. The Cloister and the Hearth — Charles Reade (1861)

91. How to Read a Book — Mortimer Adler & Charles van Doren (1972) (audio)

92. Robinson Crusoe — Daniel Defoe (1719) (audio)

93. The Story of Art — E. H. Gombrich (1950)

94. The Moonstone — Wilkie Collins (1868)

95. Emma — Jane Austen (1816)

96. Daughters & Mothers: Mothers & Daughters — Signe Hammer (1975)

97. Looking Back — Edward Bellamy (1888)

98. Franny & Zooey — J.D. Salinger (1955)

99. Persuasion — Jane Austen (1817)

100. Sense and Sensibility — Jane Austen (1811) (audio and 2011 Annotated edition!!!)

101. The Aspern Papers — Henry James (1888)

october

102. Death of a Salesman — Arthur Miller (1949)

103. Brave New World — Aldous Huxley (1932) (audio)

104. Dhalgren — Samuel R. Delaney (1974)

105. Mansfield Park — Jane Austen (1814)

106. Northanger Abbey — Jane Austen (1817)

107. Rebecca — Daphne Du Maurier (1938)

108. Pride and Prejudice — Jane Austen (1813) (second time) (audio)

109. The American — Henry James (1877)

110. Washington Square — Henry James (1880)

111. The Europeans — Henry James (1878)

112. Watch and Ward — Henry James (1871)

113. Roderick Hudson — Henry James (1875)

114. Confidence — Henry James (1879)

115. Portrait of a Lady — Henry James (1881)

116. I’ll Never Be French — Marc Greenside (2008)

117. The Bostonians -- Henry James (1886)

118. Henry James short stories Vol. I 1864-1874 -- A Tragedy of Error; The Story of a Year; A Landscape Painter; A Day of Days; My Friend Bingham; Poor Richard, The Story of a Masterpiece; The Romance of Certain Old Clothes; A Most Extraordinary Case; A Problem; De Grey: A Romance; Osbourne’s Revenge, A Light Man, Gabrielle de Bergerac, Travelling Companions, A Passionate Pilgrim, At Isella, Master Eustace, Guest’s Confession, The Madonna of the Future, The Sweetheart of M. Briseaux, The Last of the Valerii, Madame de Mauves, Adina

119. The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul -- Douglas Adams (1988)

120. French Children Don’t Throw Food -- Pamela Druckerman (2012)

121. Au Contraire: Figuring Out the French -- Asselin & Mastron (2001)

122. Henry James: The Young Master -- Sheldon Novick (1997)

123. Henry James short stories Vol. II 1875-1884 Professor Fargo, Eugene Pickering, Benvolio, Crawford’s Consistency, The Ghostly Rental, Four Meetings, Rose-Agathe, Daisy Miller, Longstaff’s Marriage, An International Episode, The Pension Beaurepas, The Diary of a Man of Fifty, A Bundle of Letters, The Point of View, The Siege of London, The Impressions of a Cousin, Lady Barberina, The Author of Beltraffio, Pandora

124. The Trail of the Serpent -- Mary Elizabeth Braddon (1860)

125. The Silent Language -- Edward T. Hall (1959)

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sweetnessbarnes · 5 years

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Do I Owe Each Kiss 2

Pairing: 1900’s Chauffer Bucky Barnes x Socialite Reader (Female)

Warnings: None :) some angst.

Summary: You are a prominent socialite who belongs to a very powerful family in 1913 England. You have just come into your prime and your parents are looking for a suitable match for you and you agree to a hand in an arranged marriage. That is- until you meet the sexy, rugged, and outright charming new chauffeur.

A/N: this fic is HIGHLY INFLUENCED BY DOWNton ABBEY. Events and certain scenes will be interpreted by me. I’m so very excited for this fic to dive deeper into the world of noblemen Steve and Sam and working class hottie Bucky! Read, comment, like. Hope you enjoy!!

“So Papa tells you’ve been receiving letters from various gentleman through the post following your stay in London. Including Sir Samuel Wilson and Sir Steven Rogers.” Mama mentioned to you over the noise of the clinking of polished silverware against fine dining china.

You smiled and nodded at Mama, feeling quite unable to produce a response that would satisfy her inquisitive nature. There was no reason for you to feel so anxious- so desrisive. But there you were, at the dinner table, unable to eat a single pea from your dinner that Mrs. Van Dyne prepared, and feeling as if a storm of u certainty were about to break.

Mama could always tell when you were telling a lie. So you summoned the courage and put up a front; grit your teeth and bare it.

“Yes, Mama. I’ve got quite a few correspondences. Sir Steven being the most friendly and Sir Samuel being the most humorous.” You answered curtly, returning to the mindless activity of shoving your food around in circles in the beef sauce.

Your thoughts ever tormented you so, the primal urge to scream and tear off your ridiculous dinner gown off your bones was defeaning in your ear. The pink cloth of your old frock from season’s past rubbed against the tender flesh of your inner arm as you set your hands down into your lap, before you could cause a scene with them.

“How wonderful, darling. Perhaps we should invite them over for a dinner this month? Or maybe for a shoot?” Mama suggested whilst staring directly into your eyes, her piercing gaze all-knowing as she had seen through your pitiful guise of complacency.

Papa took the opportunity to speak up from his dinner, his presence in an unusual remanded silence.

“I should think you would like to pick one of these honorable men, Y/N darling. You’d a marvelous time with them at your debutante events in London. I’ll write to them in the morning. We shall have Sir Samuel come first, following Sir Steven.” Papa smiled at you with a tight lipped grin, lifting a glass of burgundy wine to his lips. Almost in a cathartic moment, you felt the need to advert your eyes.

Was Papa feeling the same anxiety you were? The same feeling of uncontrollable restlessness that only seemed to go unabated?

“I quite enjoyed Sir Steven, he was kind enough to show me his collection of artillery in his library, if it were anyone you should accept a hand, it should be Sir Steven.” Tom piped up gently from the corner of the table, offering up a comforting grin as he studied the state of your horrendously hunched body.

Your younger brother Tom knew you better than most the family did, almost as well as Wanda. Tom has always been a welcome reprieve from the world of pomp and circumstance you’d both been raised in. You had a sense that he’s grown weary from years of this mind numbing lifestyle, but you both had yet to divulge that shared secret.

Dinner was over after an agonizingly long two hours. You’d rather your kooky dentist, Dr. Wong, to pull your teeth without any ether than to bare witness to such a repetitive ritual of dinner with your family again.

Wanda dressed you down for bed and tucked you in with a cup of tea, one lump of sugar, two spoonfuls of cream. Swirling together in harmonious balance in a good rimmed tea cup that had been gifted to you by the Earl of Brooklyn, New York. Some fellow named Strange, if you could recall correctly.

“Will that be all, My Lady?” Wanda remarked softly as she put out the last candle in your carmine red room, adorned in various lustrous tapestries and priceless tchotchkes collected from generations past.

It was straight to bed in warm and slippery soft rose Chinese silk, with a dainty petal gentle gown tied beneath the swell of your bossom. Not even a reading from your favourite novels could quell the rising tide of unhappiness within you.

“Yes, Wanda. Thank you.” You replied tenderly, burrowing your head into the side of a silk clothed pillow, rubbing your cheek against the soft fabric in search of warmth.

You were tired. Overly tired. But not from lack of rest, no. You were tired of the life you led. The laughably inconsequential life that you were given by your parents. Not that you were ungrateful for the ... comfortable arrangements you have been so lucky to have reveled in, but for all of your life you had always felt a hint of curiosity. Wonder.

A touch of despair at the thought of you being unable to quench those feelings that brewed within you made you rather melancholy. Most recently had you been unsuccessful at downplaying your own misery in front of your parents.

“Are you sure, Lady Y/N? You’ve been so downcast ever since your arrival back at Winterbourne. Whatever could I do to lift your spirits?” Wanda prodded softly into your troubles at heart, you too distraught to turn away her directness of speech.

“I just want to be free of this world of ceremony and frivolous things! Is it too much to desire of a life so different and so much more fulfilling than this? If I could trade spots with a pauper or a working woman, I’d lead a life more contended and joyful than I have now.” You wailed as you sat up in your bed, twiddling the ends of the ties of your nightgown.

You suddenly felt foolish at the aftermath of your outburst. Surely Wanda would see you as an ungrateful spoiled brat whom had nothing to tear up at.

“If I may say, My Lady, you have all the right to feel this way. His Lordship, although has provided quite the life for you here at Winterbourne, he has sheltered you from the world. You deserve a taste of freedom, a freedom of choice, tradition. A freedom to make a life of your own.” Wanda supplicated to quell the rising offense of tears in your eyes.

“Thank you Wanda, thank you ever so for your support and care. You are truly my best friend, my closest confidante.” You admonished, grabbing your Lady’s Maid’s hand with a tight squeeze of affection.

“Get some rest, My Lady. Tomorrow you shall go into London for your new frock, and on your own! Freedom comes in small bursts, but yet it is still freedom.”

The morning came in a short burst of goldenrod through your fine linen curtains, prompting you awake slowly with a tugging yawn through your sleeping lips.

You dreamt of nothing but the sound of the motor car and the feeling of supple green velvet beneath the pads of your willing fingertips. A wisp of engine oil here, and a dash of alluring musk there. All dancing secretively behind a veiled curtain of anonymity.

Wanda dressed you in your usual town garb, a wrap of yellow here, a soft pastel blue ribbon of silk at your breast. Mama said it was pushing the modesty of a young gentlewoman such as you, but you appreciated all the risks no matter how insignificant they might be.

You waited at the entrance of the abbey expectantly, anxious to meet the new driver. The last driver, Mr. Quill had a sudden and grand opportunity to take apart of archeological study in Egypt funded by Sir Thor Odinson. Quill had taken your hand in his with platonic affection and brushed a kiss; featherlight and promising. He would return back to Winterbourne with an artifact and a story for you.

The rough scramble of gravel and the lively jaunt of the horn caused you to look at the far end of the abbey, where the motor car traveled closer towards you with a mysterious face seated in the front.

The closer he approached, the more detail you could garner hungrily from his partially shadowed face.

A strong jaw, piercing eyes. Full rosebud lips, high cheekbones. A feeling of raw sexual confidence oozed from him; your heart raced at the sight of his thick biceps as he pulled the motor car a few feet in front of you. Your heart nearly stalled at the visage of his large sinewy form clothed in a green velvet chauffeur coat.

Debonair and absolutely ravishing; did he invent what it had meant to be effortlessly suave? He’d sooner have you swooning than to come up with a satisfactory answer.

Getting out swiftly, he met you face to face with a grin as troublesome as a young boy’s. Yet he was no boy. Oh no- he was a man. A man of your dreams.

“Good morning, Lady Y/N. I’m James Barnes, your new chauffeur.”

#bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #steve rogers #winter solider x reader #sam wilson #tony stark #iron man #the falcon #sebastian stan #chris evans #avengers #captainevans #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n

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princessgracekelly1956 · 5 years

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The Philadelphia Inquirer - June 5, 1984

By contrast, this Warhol visit was tame

By RUTH SELTZER

Nineteen years ago, pop artist Andy Warhol was given his first one-man museum show by the University of Pennsylvania's Institute of Contemporary Art (ICA). It was indeed a happening, with Andy and his entourage invading Philadelphia for this media event. We were at that opening, and it was wild, wild.

Last Friday, Andy Warhol came down by limousine from New York to Philadelphia to attend the Institute of Contemporary Art's 20th birthday party - a celebration with dinner and dancing at the Four Seasons Hotel. We were seated between Mr. Warhol and ICA board member Walter Stait, who has long been a friend of the world-famous artist. This party was great fun and very stylish, but we can assure you that it was far more tame than Andy's 1965 world premiere exhibition.

There were 400 people at Friday's black-tie party, which was called "The Philadelphia Story." Andy Warhol created a special full-color serigraph of Princess Grace especially for the ICA birthday observance. This portrait of the Philadelphia-born movie star made its official debut at the dinner-dance. During the cocktail hour, guests looked at the limited-edition prints, five of them, that were on display.

Brenda (Mrs. L Harvey) Hewit was general chairman of the party, which was a benefit for the ICA. The honorary chairmen were Princess Grace's brother, John B. "Jack" Kelly Jr., and his wife, Sandra.

It was the first time that Andy Warhol and Jack Kelly had met. Jack told us that he is very pleased with the portrait of his sister and plans to hang it in his penthouse apartment. It's Warhol’s version of Grace Kelly as she looked in the movie Fourteen Hours.

During dinner, we told Warhol that Grace's lower lip, in the portrait, is a little fuller than we recall. "I like full lips," he replied.

About Grace's brother, Warhol remarked, "He should have been in the movies, too. He has just the right look. He'd be good in movies today."

Andy Warhol wore red sneakers with his tuxedo. He talked a good deal during dinner. Many times, he was interrupted by partygoers who wanted autographs. Andy obliged; he was very pleasant about it. Often, he signed his name on replicas of Campbell Soup labels. As you may remember, Andy was famous for his "pop art" versions of Campbell Soup cans. He also gained considerable attention with his serigraph portraits of Marilyn Monroe, Jacqueline Kennedy and Elizabeth Taylor.

At Friday's party, Andy Warhol chatted with Janet Kardon, the current director of the Institute of Contemporary Art. When Warhol came to Philadelphia with his pals in 1965, Samuel Adams Green was the ICA's director. "A more bizarre group you couldn't have found in Philadelphia," Sam Green is quoted as saying in Edie, Jean Stein's biography of the late Edie Sedgwick, who was part of the Warhol entourage. "We stayed at Henry Mcllhenny's house on Rittenhouse Square," Mr. Green said. "On Sunday afternoon, we all appeared at his house. We overlapped with the ladies' tea for the Pennsylvania Ballet"

Lallie (Mrs. H. Gates) Lloyd, who was the first chairman of the ICA advisory board, gave a dinner party in 1965 for Andy Warhol and his friends at her home in Haverford. Among the Philadelphia guests were Rilice and Al Paul Lefton Jr. The Leftons also attended Friday's party.

Rilice Lefton is the immediate past chairman of the ICA advisory board. Harvey S. Shipley Miller is the current board chairman. Sallie (Mrs. Berton E.) Korman is president. We talked with Patsy Rugart and her husband, Dr. Karl F. Rugart Jr., at the 1984 party. Patsy and Grace Kelly were childhood friends.

In the ballroom of the Four Seasons Hotel, Marty Portnoy and his orchestra played for dancing. Decorations were by Rodney Newell's Grand Illusions.

Andy Warhol was driven to Philadelphia for the ICA dinner-dance with Frederick W. Hughes. Fred Hughes is president of Interview magazine. Andy is the publisher. Fred spent the weekend in Philadelphia and was a luncheon guest of James Biddle at Andalusia. Andy didn't stay over. He returned by car to New York. "I have a lot of work to do," said Andy. "We're moving."

By the way, the Princess Grace Foundation (U.S.A.) gave its permission to the Institute of Contemporary Art to commission Andy Warhol to create the portrait. The night of the party, "archangels" and "angels" of the event received copies of the print. "Archangels" were $1,200 subscribers to the party; "angels" paid $1,000.

A print is being sent by the ICA to Prince Rainier III. Another has been given to Jack and Sandra Kelly.

Sunny and Ramon Naus and Priscilla and Harry Begier were chairmen of sponsors and patrons. In addition to the Grace Kelly serigraph, the "archangels" received a limited-edition print by nationally renowned Philadelphia artist John Dowell.

#Andy Warhol #John B Kelly Jr #Sandra Worley #Ruth Seltzer #newspaper #Philadelphia Inquirer #1984 #80s

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hale-of-stiles-heart · 7 years

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two awkward teachers au for Destiel?

Not sure if I really hit on the awkwardness but I hope you like it anyway! (also on ao3!)

When Dean graduated high school, he had been sure that his days of developing puppy dog crushes were over. But he had been wrong. So utterly wrong.

Because there he was at thirty three years old with a stomach full of butterflies and a face the color of a cherry. All because one of his co-workers had complimented his outfit.

Christ, he was pathetic.

He was a college professor for God's sake, he molded young minds and all that bullshit, he should not be blushing like a little schoolboy. Yet there he was, standing in his empty classroom with sweaty palms and a racing heart.

It was Cas' fault really. With those big blue eyes of his and his pretty pink lips and his messy hair that made it look like he had just gotten thoroughly fucked. With his dark stubbled jaw and radiant smiles.

With his perfectly pressed suits and dorky trench coat and backwards tie. With his awkwardness and his fascination with bees and the way he tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy.

Yeah, it was totally Cas' fault. That fucking asshole.

Dean had met Cas five years ago when he had started teaching at the University of Kansas, taking over for Professor Donatello Redfield who decided to retire after thirty years of teaching. But while the older man, who retired to a cozy house on the outskirts of town with his cat, had taught both chemistry and history Dean was purely a history buff.

He had always been a history junkie, from the time he was a little toddler running around in the backyard playing cowboys. His parents had thought it was adorable, indulging him whenever he asked to watch old black and white movies or begged to go with his dad to classic car shows.

Besides his dad and his uncle Bobby, his childhood heroes had been Eliot Ness and Samuel Colt. In high school, he spent as much time studying as he did chasing skirts.

The only problem was that when the time came, his family couldn't afford to send him off to college. His grades had been wonderful but just not enough to get him a scholarship.

So, with his other options exhausted, he followed in his dad's footsteps and enrolled in the army the day after he turned eighteen. He trained to be a mechanic, never actually see seeing any combat, and after a four year stint, the government paid for him to go to school.

He studied history at KU, focusing primarily on American history and dabbling in a bit of ancient civilization. After another four years, he graduated with honors and was offered a job replacing Professor Redfield.

He had met Cas just a few days later while he was moving into his new office — he had his own office! — a friendly face who offered to help him unload some of his boxes from the backseat of the Impala. Dean had been grunting and groaning as he tried wrenching one of his boxes of books out of the backseat when a deep, gravelly voice had come out of the blue to ask, "Would you like some assistance?"

Dean had been so startled, he had jerked upright and promptly smacked the back of his head against the roof of his baby, cursing at the pain. Shaking himself, he had backed out of the backseat to find the source of the husky voice that may or may not have had gone straight to his dick.

He had found the most gorgeous man he had ever seen standing by the back of the Impala. He had been wearing a quintessentially nerdy sweater vest and a shy smile.

After gawking at the man for a few minutes, Dean had shaken himself again and accepted the man's offer, handing him one of the lighter boxes. They had walked in comfortable silence to Dean's new office where one of the maintenance workers, Joshua, was scraping Donatello's name off the glass inlay of the door.

"Oh, you must be Professor Winchester," the yet to be introduced man commented as he followed Dean into his office. "Donatello's replacement."

"Call me, Dean. Professor makes me feel all old," Dean had countered as they set their boxes down on his already cluttered desk. After wiping his palm on his jeans, he held out his hand, greeting, "Nice to meet ya."

"I'm Professor Novak," the man returned, shaking Dean's hand. With a smile, he amended, "Castiel Novak."

"Well, alright, Cas," Dean had laughed under his breath. "You mind helping me out with the rest of my boxes?"

"It'd be my pleasure, Dean," Cas had returned with a beaming grin. Their friendship had flourished from there.

It turned out that Cas' office was just down the hall from Dean's, that he taught both literature and theology. He was a favorite among students despite his sometimes too formal demeanor, largely due to his empathetic nature and rather lax deadlines for assignments.

He and Dean had coinciding breaks between their morning and afternoon classes, giving them the opportunity to get to know each other better over lunches consisting of the cheapest junk food the school's vending machine had to offer. Typical topics of conversation spanned from their teaching plans to their personal lives to their favorite television shows as they sat in Cas' office and drank too-weak black coffee.

Apparently, Cas had a ridiculously huge family, admitting that he had scores of siblings he had never actually met before. All of them had been given either Biblical names or names of angels according to Christian mythology, thus Cas' fascination with theology.

Dean had countered stories about Cas' older brother Gabriel with jokes about his moose of a younger brother who had just gotten engaged. When Cas told him the meaning of his name — speed of God — Dean told him that he had been named after his maternal grandmother.

They shared all sorts of family anecdotes from the time Dean carved his and Sam's initials into the Impala to the time Cas' brothers Gabriel and Balthazar had taken him to a strip club for his eighteenth birthday, only for Cas to admit that he was pansexual and while the women were very attractive he would rather go to a male strip club. They had even exchanged baby pictures so they could laugh at the mischief they had gotten into while still in diapers.

Dean had ribbed Cas for days about his car, an old Lincoln Continental that was unbelievably fitting for Cas. In turn, Cas had teased Dean about the copy of Busty Asian Beauties he had found in his office while helping him tidy up his desk.

Their routine of having lunch together on weekdays and occasionally hanging out on the weekends when neither of them had any other plans had continued for the next four years. And somewhere along the line, between the afternoons spent teasing each other and the nights at Dean's apartment binge watching Dr. Sexy, Dean had fallen head over heels for his best friend.

Which is why Cas' innocent comment about Dean's tie bringing out his green eyes turned the over-compensatingly butch, army vet, tough guy history professor into a pile of blushing goo. He was seriously fucked.

Especially when Cas sent him a wink afterwards before flouncing out of Dean's classroom to get to his own before his students showed up. When Dean's students arrived, shuffling into class with tired eyes and cups full of Starbucks coffee, he was still struggling to will away his blush.

He somehow managed to make it through his lesson about the atrocities committed by white settlers without embarrassing himself any further. As he handed out study guides for their next quiz, he resolutely ignored the way one of his students raked her eyes over him like he was a piece of meat.

Maybe his tie brought out his eyes a little too much.

He gave a quick little lecture about studying that was met with a chorus of exaggerated groans and a round of simultaneous eye rolls before excusing his students. As they filed out of the room, he grabbed his phone and shot a quick text to his friend Charlie, I think Cas just hit on me.

Charlie, the school's resident IT expert who taught an afternoon computers class on Tuesdays and Thursdays and was a friend from high school, answered a few seconds later. What?! 👀👀👀

Dean glanced at the clock as he typed out his response. Cas still had another hour left of class before his break, his theology class only meeting on Thursdays.

He said my tie brought out the color of my eyes then he winked at me! He winked at me! Dean texted her, feeling frantic. His palms were suddenly sweaty again as he replayed Cas' words over and over and over again, trying to eek out any hidden meaning, any intent.

He wasn't good at subtle flirtations, he was more of an actions over words kind of guy. Sure, he could charm the pants off anyone — well, almost anyone — but that was just when all he was looking for was a one night stand. A wham bam thank you ma'am, or mister, before he never saw them again.

But Cas was different. He deserved more than a meaningless hookup in the back of some dive bar or dirty alleyway. He deserved something special and romantic, like something Dr. Sexy would come up with.

Like rose petals spread out on luxuriant silk sheets with candles lit around the room. Like breakfast in bed with heart shaped pancakes and a steaming mug of his favorite earl grey tea.

Or maybe a nice massage after a long bubble bath with one of those bath bomb things that Charlie was always raving about. Dinner at a fancy restaurant that served more than just burgers and fries before a walk on the beach to watch the sunset.

Cas deserved all that and more. But Dean had no idea if he could give him that.

The longest romantic relationship he had ever maintained had been in high school. Even then, in the two years he had dated Cassie, he had been an idiot, a stupid teenage boy who was too fixated on when he was going to get laid again to bother sending his girlfriend flowers on her birthday or taking her out to dinner.

But hopefully, Charlie could help, even if it was just to tell him that he shouldn't get his hopes up. He eagerly awaited her response.

When his phone dinged with her reply, he couldn't open the message fast enough. And what did you do??? Charlie's message read.

I didn't do anything, Dean admitted, biting his lip as he mentally kicked himself for just gaping like a fish out of water. He left before I could do anything.

Oh, Dean. 😔 Charlie replied, her disappointment palpable in the text. That little emoji she included just seemed cruel.

Fortunately, she made up for any insulting, pensive looking emojis by sending him instructions. Alright, here's what you're gonna do. Go get him some flowers and flirt that perfect ass of yours off.

Are you sure? Dean sent back, his brows knitting together in consternation. He didn't want to fuck anything up just because he read too much into an innocent comment that meant nothing.

Have I ever steered you wrong before? Charlie returned challengingly. A second later, she tacked on, Except for that one time. It's not my fault he turned out to be straight!

Alright, thanks, Char, Dean answered, chuckling to himself at the memory of the time Charlie had set him up on a blind date with a guy so straight it was painful. At least the chicken wings had been good.

His phone chirped a moment later with another message from Charlie. He smiled as he read it, I better be the maid of honor at your wedding.

Sure thing, kiddo, Dean shot back before pocketing his cell phone and checking the clock again. He still had forty five minutes until Cas' class ended, which should have given him enough time to run over to the florist on Third Street, especially if he disregarded the speed limit.

* * * * * *

Dean made it back to the campus with ten minutes to spare, carefully tucking the bouquet of flowers he had purchased into the inner pocket of his jacket. He was careful not to crush any of the pristine petals as he hurried back into the main building and made his way back to his office.

He had been surprised by how busy the flower shop had been at ten a.m., finding a long line when he made it to Happy Petals. The line had moved along quickly enough, most people picking up online orders.

When it was his turn at the counter, he abruptly realized that he had no idea what kind of flowers to buy. The only person he had ever bought flowers for was his mother and he always got her the same thing, a bunch of sunflowers.

Luckily, one of the women behind the counter took him aside to help him put together the perfect bouquet. Apparently, there was an entire language of flowers, full length books detailing the different symbolic meanings of the flowers.

He had admittedly felt like a bit of an idiot until the woman, a brunette with kind blue eyes in a bright yellow apron, had patiently asked a few questions about who exactly the flowers were for. After Dean ended up rambling for ten minutes about how sweet and kind and mind-blowingly smart and handsome Cas was, she arranged a beautiful bouquet that was perfect.

Pale blue peonies made up the majority of the bouquet along with darker blue chrysanthemums. They were complemented by immaculate white roses and white lilies.

It was perfect for Cas. The blues reminded Dean of Cas' heavenly blue eyes while the white blooms were reminiscent of the wings of angels that Dean inexplicably associated with Cas.

He just needed to work up the nerve to give Cas the bouquet. It was much harder than he thought it would be.

He ended up pacing in his office, pausing every so often to glance over at the bouquet he had gingerly set on his desk as doubt started creeping into his head. What if Cas hated them? What if he thought Dean was an idiot for ever thinking their relationship could be anything more than platonic?

With a heavy sigh, he tugged his phone out of his pocket and snapped a quick picture of the bouquet. He sent the picture to Charlie, inquiring, What do you think?

Omg Dean those are perfect! Charlie announced a mere second later. She followed it up with a string of heart eye emojis and an encouraging assurance, He's gonna love them! Almost as much as he loves you 😜

You're an idiot, Dean informed her before closing out of their conversation, his phone buzzing with a new message from someone else. It was Cas.

Just finished up class, Cas informed him, his statement punctuated by a smiley face emoji. I brought leftover pizza if you'd like some. I'll be in my office.

Alright, now or never, Dean thought as he grabbed the bouquet from his desk. With a steeling breath, he left his office and started down the hallway towards Cas'.

He paused outside of Cas' door, taking a few deep breaths to brace himself for whatever might happen. Balling up his fist to let himself into Cas' office, he instructed himself, C'mon, nut up, Winchester.

He hid the bouquet behind his back as he strolled into Cas' office with a bright grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. Cas was sitting at his desk, hunched over his laptop as he munched on a slice of cold reheated pepperoni pizza.

He looked up as Dean entered the room, his face lighting up even as he continued chewing. Pausing in his typing, he waved Dean further into his office, gesturing at one of the two tufted barrel armchairs in front of his desk.

Cas set his slice of pizza down, wiping his hand on a nearby napkin, and stood. He rounded his desk to grab the box of leftover pizza from the coffee table by the old Chesterfield sofa beside one of his bookshelves.

He set his hip against the front of his desk as he set down the box of pizza, opening it to show off its contents. But for once Dean wasn't interested in food.

He made his way over to the front of Cas' desk, ignoring the confusion on Cas' face in favor of taking a deep breath and presenting the bouquet. He felt like a little kid offering a single daisy to his crush, the root still attached along with a clump of dirt.

"What...?" Cas murmured, trailing off as he looked up at Dean, his eyes narrowed in confusion. He glanced between the flowers and Dean's face, then back again.

"They're for you," Dean blurted without any further preamble. "I just thought... You deserved something nice, y'know? And I thought you'd like blue... The, uh, the peonies, I think, they match your eyes... I just— This was stupid, huh? I'm so—"

But before Dean could utter another word, Cas was shooting out his hand to wrap it around Dean's tie and yank him into a kiss. Any and all apologies that Dean had bouncing around his head were silenced as Cas' warm, slightly chapped lips moved against his in a wet glide.

He carefully set down the bouquet on Cas' desk before inching close enough to wrap his arms around Cas' waist, reeling him in closer. Cas hummed contentedly against Dean's lips as the other man enthusiastically returned the kiss.

Charlie was a freaking genius. Dean was sure to tell her that a few hours later.

And the tie? The one that brought out Dean's green eyes? He wore it on their wedding day.

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[FN] Leonard goes on a date (4,114 words)

“You’re boyfriend is here Erica.” Joan teases, “Back in new-fiction where he always is.”

“He’s a bit older for me, but I could do worse.”, I groan,”Who am I kidding. Based on my choice of boyfriends so far, pretty much anything would be an improvement.”

I head back to the new fiction section of the bookstore where we work.

“Hello Mr. Adams, finding anything interesting today?”, I ask.

“Young Miss Winters, yes a few. I heard the author talk about this one The Disappearance Of Sloane Sullivan. One of her comments was, it’s about a young girl in Witness Protection, who through some exposures, is forced to change identities several times. ‘How do you pretend to be someone else, when you’re so young you don’t even know who you are?’ It seemed a novel premise, IF she can pull it off.”

“Did you finish The Forgetting you started last week?”, I ask

“Yes, I enjoyed it. Another story with a unique premise. You said you read it as well?”, he tilts an eyebrow to ask.

“I did,” being bolder than normal, “I get off work in about fifteen minutes, if you’d like to go down the street for a bite and discuss it?”, I offer as inoffensively as possible.

He pauses, as if making a momentous decision and says quietly, “Yes, Young Miss, I believe I would like that.”

“It’s ‘Erica’, please.”

“Alright Erica, then let it be ‘Leon’ for me. I’ll browse a bit more, check out and wait for you in front. No hurry. I’ve finished for the day and have nowhere I need to be.”, Leon responds.

Back at the information desk “Did I hear you ask him out?”, Joan asks, hand to chest feigning shock.

“Yes. Don’t tease me. I was just barely able to screw up the courage to ask.”, I bow my head a bit in mock shame.

“Oh, you could do worse. Did I tell you I saw him away from the bookstore last weekend?”, Joan rests her hand on my forearm.

“No, where?”

“Sarah’s fever spiked and she started vomiting a bit. Bob and I decided to take her to the hospital Friday night, rather than wait all weekend to see the normal pediatrician. Our ‘Mr. Adams’ is actually ‘Dr. Adams’. We were waiting in the ER, when a multi-car accident came in by three ambulances. Oh God, it was horrible. One lost a leg, another had an EMT on the gurney doing CPR as they wheeled him in. Leonard took it all in stride. Calm as a cucumber despite blood spraying everywhere and patients and family screaming. I could hear some of the treatment going on. He seemed to be on top of his game. For the strange book choices, the three-piece suit and flat cap he always wears, I would have guessed ‘15th Century European Literary Professor’ long before Trauma Doctor. ”, Joan says.

“How was Sarah?”, I ask worried.

“Oh she’s fine now. They ran some blood tests and throat cultures. Just the stomach flu that’s been going around. They gave us something to settle her stomach, and wrapped her in some cooling blankets to bring the temperature down. They said it if shot back up, to put ice in the bathtub and soak her in it to bring it back down. We had to once Saturday night. It’s hell to put your crying child into ice water while they beg you not to. You feel like you’re torturing them, but, just a few minutes and the temp lowered and stabilized. She was back to normal, well temperature-wise, by Sunday morning. It took another day for the stomach to get back to normal.”, Joan shakes her body as if trying to rid herself of the memory.

She continues, “I asked one of the nurses about ‘Dr. Adams’. They said he was a Locum Tenens. He fills in for doctors on vacation, or comes in some weekends, and particularly “festive” days where they expect heavier than usual traffic. Two more nurses chimed in and said he was one of the calmest, most insightful trauma doctors they’d ever seen. They seemed pretty awestruck by him. Even when he’s not filling in at the ER, he’s been known to sit for 2 or 3 days with patients in ICU, giving them round the clock care. Pulling through several that probably shouldn’t have expected to make it.”, she paused, “I’ve met doctor’s that thought they walked on water. This was the first time I’ve heard nurses talk about one they thought probably could as well.”

“I’d never have guessed in a million years.”, I marvel absentmindedly.

I finished wrapping printed orders around books that came in today, preparing them for customer pickup. Placed the final orders into the terminal, checked on the status of deliveries tomorrow, and prepared to switch shifts. Clocking out and heading for the front, I find the, now ‘Doctor’ Adams, waiting out front as promised.

“Is it too far to walk?”, Leon asks.

“A bit, it’s at least a mile or so. Head right out of the mall, it’s down on the right, look for the red sign ‘Cathleen’s Family Pub’. I know, ‘Pub’ might sound like alcohol only, but she runs it more European family pub, than bar. And I’ve been wishing for one of her grilled specialties all day.”, I say, “Follow me, I’ll be in the White Kia Soul with the gray cat stripes.”, I point to the car.

Leon nods, “I’ll see you shortly.”, and heads to what looks like an older model, but still well cared for, four door Midnight Blue Audi.

We entered the pub, I nodded and asked the hostess for one of the quieter booths in the back. She seated us and gave us menus. A minute or two later our waitress stops by, “Drinks first?”, she looks at Leon.

“A glass of the Cabernet Sauvignon.”, he motions a hand to me.

“Just an unsweet tea. I think I’ll go ahead and order, the grilled half salmon and scallops, with cauliflower mash.”, I look at Leon.

“Just the wine for me.”, he hands his menu back.

When the waitress left I said, “We could have gone somewhere else?”

“No, here’s fine. I have an unusual diet. Something is waiting in the fridge at home for later.”

“I confess, Joan and I have always been perplexed by your reading choices. Based on the nice suit and the gentlemanly attitude, I’d always expected you would be reading more classics.”, I say.

“I’ve read ALL the classics. I’m always on the lookout for something new and unique to pass the time.”

“What did you think of The Forgetting?”

“I liked it. A nice satisfying ending. I enjoyed it partially because of the unusual pacing. Most books spend about a third on setup, a third on buildup to the ‘main event’, then the final third to wrap the main events up and close out. This one had a much longer lead, and so a faster pace at the end.”

“A hurried pace?”, I ask.

“No, just once the setup was out of the way, it was all business in real time. I suppose this is a confession, it reminds me of General Hospital.”, he looks at the table.

“Heavens, you’re a soap opera fan?”, I smile.

“Not regularly. Oh back during the Luke and Laura days. But soaps had pacing like that. Many long weeks of lead in to setup the story, where even the (theoretically) sharper people weren’t quite putting the pieces together. Then once the Friday arrives for whatever the big secret is to be revealed, the leads seem to run at normal speed, catching the bad guy, stopping the plot to world domination, or whatever great threat was looming. It made some of the rest of the cast look like they were swimming in molasses by comparison, even though they were operating at what you and I would consider ‘normal speed’.”

“Yes, I noticed the long lead as well.”

The drinks and food arrive together.

“I feel bad now, eating while you have to wait.”, looking at my plate as he swirls his glass of wine. “May I be nosy and ask, is your diet some medical necessity, or a philosophical choice? Are you a vegan or something?”, I ask as I take a bite of the perfectly seared salmon.

“Oh no, I’m definitely not a vegan. I suppose you could say, I am the polar opposite end of the spectrum. You see, . . . I’m a vampire.”

I pause, scallop in midair between plate and open mouth, “Well you didn’t sparkle in the afternoon sun. But we are approaching dusk.”, I finish the bite.

“No, no sparkling. Biologically, I suppose you’d say I’m more like Matthew from A Discovery of Witches, though beyond the biological, I’m afraid we are wildly different in every other way.”

“Eat, I’ll give you the short version of my life story, you should at least have time to finish dinner, before deciding to run screaming from the mad man. I was born as Samuel to Agota (my mother) and Gergo (father), who were farmers. In 1623, in Hungary during the Ottoman wars. Just outside Pozsony (today Bratislava). Life was fairly normal for me up until about twenty years old. Theoretically, I should have been married by then, but families were few and far between, and as is always the case, ‘all the good ones were taken’. I worked the farm with my parents and two sisters. Mother worked with healing herbs treating neighboring families, while father supplemented the family income with occasional forge work. And we all tended to the garden and livestock. Everything was going well until one spring when a traveling salesman came into town. He took an eye towards Juliska, the older of my two sisters, about 18 at the time. Though he didn’t seem to be selling much, he somehow had funds to buy supplies, meals, and lodging. Until one morning when I awoke and went outside to tend the cows and found Juliska laying on the ground, pale as a fresh snow, and cold as the air around her. Back inside I found my parents still in their bed, in the same condition. Rushing to Rahel (my other sister) and Jaliska’s room I found the salesman leaning over Rahel’s bed, biting her neck, her body already limp. I picked up an extinguished lantern by the bed and struck the man across the forehead as he lunged at me. Some at this point, I have to theorize, because there was no one to ask, no one to explain. I assume the man bit me on the neck as well, but dazed by the lantern strike, he didn’t finish me as he did the others. Plus, some of the blood from his forehead wound must’ve dripped down into my mouth.”

He paused to take a drink of his wine, as I finished off my scallops and turned to the last of the grilled salmon.

“When I woke, the man was gone. Everyone else I knew and loved was dead. I ran to the next farm to alert them, then back to the one on the other side of the road from the house, in case the man had left in their direction. Neither direction had seen the man depart the village. Neighbors came and prepared the bodies. We buried my parents and sisters the next day, in the family cemetery just beyond the breadfruit tree grove at the edge of the property.”

He stops for another sip of wine. He’s talked slowly and softly enough that I’ve finished my plate, and sit silently waiting for him to finish.

“I contemplated going after the man, but had no way to know which direction he went, and no real funds for an extended travel through lodges to search for him. Everything we, now just I had, was tied up in the farm itself. I did the best I could, and had little appetite, figuring it was just the stress of losing my family, especially in such an unexpected and violent way. But by the second day, I was ravenous when I woke. I went to tend the cows, and . . . Unable to stop myself, I killed one of the calves, with my bare hands, and drained it of all its blood in less than a minute.”

He paused for another sip.

“Even back then, two hundred and seventy years before Mr. Stoker published his famous tale, the Romani talked of man-like creatures that would drain livestock and sometimes people of their blood. They were a superstitious lot, and could spin even the non-Romani into a frenzy if they got on a tear about something or another. I knew I had to leave, before anyone discovered what the traveling salesman had done to me. A few weeks later, I left Hungary, taking what I could in a cart with the best horse, bartering and selling along the way for lodging. Every few weeks, eating off the livestock of the towns as I passed, then changing course, so it wasn’t easy to follow me. I made my way to Aix France, outside Marseille. I could live and work in Aix, but ‘feed’ in the larger Marseille area. I remembered much of my mothers herb and medical treatments and setup shop as a physician of sorts. The hardest part was getting paid in chickens and food stuffs, draining the chickens and burying the food stuffs that I couldn’t use. With the local people having no knowledge of my families fate, they were less suspicious than the people of my birthplace would have been. I had a compost pile which was the envy of the surrounding farms.”

I was in shock, and at a loss what to do, when Cathleen (the pub owner that I’d met and talked to many times before) stopped at our table. She drew in an audible gasp of air as she spotted Leon, “Hello Erica . . .”, she stammered, “I . . . I was just headed out front and . . . My God, you look just like Jason Langton!”, she says, unable to stop looking at Leon.

“Good to see you again, Young Miss Cathy.”, Leon says as Cathleen sits, half falls, down in an empty chair at our table.

“But, but, . . . it just can’t be. You can’t be him.”, on the border of hyperventilating now, she leans forward in the chair, “That was forty . . . forty six, years ago, you’d have to be over ninety since you were the town doctor back in Ballymacarry. You haven’t aged a day since then.”, Cathleen goes silent.

“I’ve aged every day, just like everyone else does, I just don’t show it. And I was already well over ninety when I came to our old town back in County Donegal and first began treating people long before you were born.”, Leon says.

Sighing, “Mother always said she had her suspicions about you, but after that day she didn’t care any more. After that day, you were the man that saved her husband, and nothing else needed to be discovered or discussed. That was enough for her.”

“What happened?”, I finally chime in.

Cathleen glances at me, then back to look at Leon as she told the story, “Our family ran a pub, much like this one back in Ballymacarry Ireland where I was born. One afternoon the ancient mountings on one of the mirrors behind the bar broke free. Mirror frame hit the bar, glass shattered, I was . . . what six years old I guess, and spun around just in time to see one of the larger pieces separate and come down on my fathers forearm. The slash took up almost all the inside of the forearm itself. It was gushing blood everywhere. Jason was having a late lunch glass of wine at a nearby table, leapt across the bar, grabbed fathers upper arm, and the bleeding stopped. He yelled for one of the regulars to bring his bag, then showed them where to keep pressure to limit the blood flow while he treated father. A few injections to numb the area, then he began stitching. First bringing the artery together, then pulling the flesh and skin back into position. My aunt Shannon could cross-stitch like nobody’s business, but I’d never seen hands and fingers move so nimbly and so fast. After that night, my mother never asked any more questions. And shut down anyone that had anything bad or questionable to say about Dr. Langton.”, she just looked at Leon.

“Still a doctor, but it’s Dr. Leonard Adams now. I saw the name Cathleen’s on the pub last year and asked around. I suspected it might be you after asking a few that had been here. It’s good to see you again. You look like you’re doing well?”, Leon asks.

“I’m fine, I’m married now and . . . I . . . I just . . .”, she trails off.

“There will be time later.”, Leon lays one hand over hers on the table to calm her, “I’ll drop in next week and catch you up on everything.”, Leon shakes and kisses her hand as she stands, someone from near the front of the pub calling her name. “OK. I guess I’ll follow my mothers lead and not ask too many questions. You saved my father’s life, and arm. That’s all I really need to know. It was good to see you again Erica.”, she looks at me then back at Leon, “Dr. Lan… Dr. Adams”, she corrects herself, “I’ll see you next week then.”

I take a swallow of unsweet tea, trying to wash the cotton forming in my throat.

When Cathleen is out of earshot, “So you aren’t crazy. You were telling the truth?”, I ask.

“I was telling the truth. Crazy is always on the table.”, he laughs softly.

“1623, you’re nearly four hundred.”, I say astonished.

“You must have met many famous people? Did you know . . . ”, I begin.

“Stop. Stop. Stop.”, now he places a hand over mine on the table.

“Many of the people you are about to name are famous NOW. But they weren’t famous THEN, back . . . Before they were famous. Even those that were famous ‘back then’, it’s impossible to know in advance when they’ll have a great breakthrough. Thomas Edison invented the first commercially practical incandescent light bulb on Oct 21, 1879. I was already in Helsinki for Silakkamarkkinat (the annual Baltic Herring Festival going on since 1743). How could an outsider possibly know that that October day, would be the one Edison would finish his famous ‘1,000 failures’, and ultimately discover the tungsten filament making the modern lightbulb possible? It’s easy to look back on famous events through the clear eye of history, but hard to time them right and see them coming if you’re living through the time yourself. Just like it’s hard to time the Stock Market. It’s trivial to identify the Bear and Bull markets AFTER they happen. Not so easy to predict them accurately weeks or months in advance. News was slow to arrive around the world. Travel was slow, even if you did know exactly where and when to go. Around 1900, four and a half days was still a ‘good speed’ to cross the Atlantic.”

“And no, I’m comfortable, but not insanely rich or powerful either. Again, it’s hard to predict the future. Seeing all the modern marvels, I tried to invest in what I thought would be the ‘next big thing’. For just one example, I lost funds on Morton Thiokol after the Challenger Disaster January 1986. Stock in the company began plummeting eight minutes after the explosion, faster than all the other vendors involved in the Shuttle manufacture. Even though it took a full six months for the Presidential commission to label O-Rings as the cause of the accident.”

He pauses and continues, “I invested in Durant-Dort Carriage company, founded 1886. It was the largest carriage manufacturer in the country by 1900. How could anyone possibly predict that Ford Motor Company would be founded June 1903 in Detroit and almost entirely obliterate the carriage industry in a year.”

Leon leans back in his chair, “You know what happened to my family, I had no castle and family wealth to rely on. And no family name to shroud me in power and protection. Go onto Youtube sometime and watch the video by the woman who was former CIA master of Disguises. With no family, no power, and no wealth, . . . disguise was by far the better survival skill. To be as ‘unmemorable’ as possible, forgotten a few minutes after being seen.”

Leon looks at me across the table, “I continued on from the herbs of my mothers day, eventually faking identities and attending medical schools in England, then later, pretending to be student age again in the U.S.”, he shakes his head, “But, with Fingerprints, DNA, Facial Recognition (even on non-governmental private services like Facebook), so many people capturing faces in background selfies and photos, and computer search-able records . . . It’s getting exponentially harder to “fake” an identity. I fear in a few more decades, I’ll have to live in a hut somewhere on a deserted island, just to remain unnoticed. And in that isolated place, feeding will be a problem. With no great wealth, no great family power. Having never quite timed it right to meet the famous people of the past, or build a massive fortune, or family power base . . . I’m afraid I’m a complete and utter failure by all the classic-genre standards.”

“Then you’re measuring yourself by the wrong standards.”, I shake my head to dismiss his claim of failure, “Look at what Cathleen just said about her father. Joan, back at the information desk, said she saw you this weekend at the hospital treating and saving people from an automobile accident. How many, heck, how many thousands of lives have you saved in the last four hundred years?”, I ask.

“A few.”, Leon reluctantly admits.

“Did you ever find the man who killed your family?”, I ask gently.

“Yes. Partly by unrelenting effort, mostly by chance. In September 1862 I was operating on wounded soldiers during the battle of Antietam, when I spotted the man across the field from the makeshift hospital tents. 219 years later, and I was certain at first glance it was him. He was trying to drain the recently deceased while their blood was still fresh. Pretending to tend to the fallen bodies.”, Leon sat quietly for a few moments, “He will never do to another family what he did to mine. It was the only human life I’ve ever taken. And I’ve lost no sleep over it.”

I push my empty plate aside, “So, why tell me now? Why even agree to come here and see Cathleen if you knew it might be her, and she’d recognize you?”

“Well, the ‘live in a hut’ option being unpalatable, there are a few others. One is to just accept that people will know or find out, and live with it, or try to. No, not take out any full page ads in the New York Times, or Facebook, but, not deny it either. Between A Discovery of Witches, Twilight books and movies, the Sookie Stackhouse novels (Trueblood on HBO), and the general publics fascination and acceptance of horror and gore on TV and movies (The Walking Dead for example). My current “life choice” is bordering on being “mundane” by todays standards.

I sigh, and look at the table.

“I can’t tell, are you horrified? Interested? Confused?”, Leon asks.

I smile, “I said to Joan before I talked to you today, based on my recent choices in men, anything would be an improvement. I’m trying to determine whether that is still true.”

Leon studies me for a few moments, we sit quietly while he allows me to soak it all in, “I believe Wednesday is one of your days off. They’ve finished the redesign and are reopening the local Arboretum Monday, would you like to take a look with me? You’ve mentioned before that you’re an amateur photographer, and it’ll give you a chance to tell me your life story for a change.”

I think to myself, he’ll likely outlive me. But I’ve seen in my own family, some live too long, and some . . . are gone far too soon. The future is never certain for any of us.

“Yes, I think I would like that. I’ll write down my address. You can pick me up next Wednesday at 10am.”

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ICHARD was born on July 30, 1958 in Montclair, New Jersey. He is married to Lori Kahn, and they have two sons, Jack and Samuel.

For Richard, a strong interest in music and theater is in his blood. His parents and three siblings were interested in the performing arts and the Burgi home was a fertile environment.

Richard recalls, “…my brother and I had a detective agency when we were kids. We were really enamuch mored with these kids’ novels, the Brains Benton series. They’re rather obscure. They were, I guess, a thinking boys’ alternative to the Hardy Boys. Not that the Hardy Boys were idiots. But, I mean, these were really wildly constructed stories that these two junior detectives went through. So he and I had fashioned ourselves after Brains Benton and his partner, and had a laboratory and all these Erlenmeyer flasks – beakers and condensers. And we’d make this and boil that. And we had gunpowder, and we’d light fires in the basement. And it was total insanity. But the final straw, as far as my parents were concerned, was when… well, the house caught on fire one day. It got messy. So we had to retire early.”

After finishing school, Richard traveled throughout the U.S. and Europe. Though a career in acting was always one of Richard’s goals, it took a while for the goal to become a reality.

He finally ended up in New York City and began studying acting and gaining acting experience with commercials and cameos, which led to regular roles on several daytime dramas.

When Richard left Days of Our Lives, the co-executive producer said “Richard has such amazing timing, whether dramatic or comedic.”

A move to Los Angeles allowed him to read for different types of roles. A recurring role as Lane Cassidy in Viper led to a lead role in One West Waikiki with Cheryl Ladd.

His character, Mack Wolfe, was a man fighting demons, struggling to become a hero. “I think it was organic in that way to take him in that direction, because I think to watch people struggle through their dark ingredients is appealing. Going through it and out and up into a joyful, winning, positive, light area is appealing… and the possibility of sliding back.”

As Jim Ellison in The Sentinel, Richard played “a champion of the light, of the good, that’s where he is, that’s where I am in some way.”

Richard has been keeping busy since The Sentinel ceased production in 1998, beginning with a guest spot on the popular CBS drama Touched By An Angel as well as appearing on E! Entertainment TV’s Celebrity Homes feature. His character in the pilot of the short-lived 1999 FOX comedy, Action — action movie star Cole Riccardi — came back for a second appearance in the show’s controversial fourth episode, “Blowhard.” Richard guested on a 1999-2000 season episode of NBC’s comedy Veronica’s Closet as Veronica’s new beau Mark, as well as an episode of the popular NBC drama Providence as Dr. J.D. Scanlon. He also filmed a Fall 2000 episode of NBC’s Just Shoot Me, appearing as action hero Robert “The Nomad” Gallatin, and joined the recurring cast of the hit CBS drama, The District, in the role of Captain Vincent Hunter. He also appeared as the ill-fated Paul Donovan in the March 18th, 2001 ABC/Wonderful World of Disney feature “Bailey’s Mistake,” opposite Linda Hamilton .

Fall 2001 located Richard in the new FOX drama, 24, playing the part of Alan York/Kevin Carroll in the Golden Globe-winning drama’s first season. In addition to filming his eleven-episode story arc on 24, Richard entired filming the new “indie” feature film, “Wheelmen,” playing former hotshot ambulance driver, Nick Torino. “Wheelmen” is currently awaiting a distributor. Richard joined the recurring cast of the CBS drama Judging Amy in Spring 2002, playing the part of Judge Amy (Amy Brenneman) Gray’s ex-husband, Michael Cassidy. He spent most of May and June with the Matrix Theatre Company’s production of the Neil Landau-written “Johnny On The Spot,” playing dual roles, Fred and Sy. After appearing at the 42nd Monte Carlo Television Festival (July 1-6) in Monaco, Richard rejoined his “Johnny On The Spot” castmates for the July 20th Los Angeles finale.

Richard brought in Fall 2002 with an appearance in the season premiere of Judging Amy, once again in the role of Amy’s ex-husband, Michael. Head writer Barbara Hall revealed that the custody dispute between Michael and Amy would be a continuing theme throughout the season, which proved to be the case with three of his four episodes: “Lost in the System,” “People of the Lie,” and “The Best Interests of the Child” all dealt with and finally resolved the custody issue, while the most recent — “Marry, Marry Quite Contrary” — showed Michael and Amy as friends who still care for each other. In addition to his continuing association with Judging Amy, Richard returned to CBS’s The District in two episodes, appearing once more as Captain Hunter in “The Second Man” and “Good-bye, Jenny.” He has also filmed an episode of the “most watched” CBS show, CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, playing paragliding instructor Rick Weston in “High and Low,” which aired December 12th. Richard closed out 2002 playing Lieutenant Womack in “The Message,” one of the final episodes of the FOX network’s Firefly, a sci-fi series from Joss Whedon, producer of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Though FOX decided to cancel Firefly before airing all of the contracted episodes, the show was temporarily snatched up by the syndication market; “The Message” aired on the UK Sci Fi Channel in July 2003.

Richard ushered in 2003 with his most recent episodes of Judging Amy and The District, and worked with producer Chris Thompson (Action) on a new pilot for the WB Network. The new show, a comedy titled Trash, was described as “Romeo and Juliet set in a trailer park,” with Richard playing Bud Blue, father of teenager Luna — the show’s Juliet. Unfortunately, Trash was not picked up by the WB for the Fall season.

In addition to his television work, Richard spent part of March and April in Ottawa, Canada, where he joined the cast of the Matt Hastings-directed “Decoys” as Detective Francis Kirk. Hastings described the movie as “‘American Pie’ meets ‘Species'” — a tongue-in-cheek sci-fi thriller set on a college campus. Next up was the long-awaited sequel to “Starship Troopers,” titled “Starship Troopers 2: Hero of the Federation,” from producer Jon Davison, director Phil Tippett, and writer Ed Neumeier. Richard leads the cast as the “hero” mentioned in the title — a tough trooper named Captain V.J. Dax. Principal photography ran from May 14th through June 20th. The film premiered on the Encore Action Channel, part of the Starz! group of Cable channels, on April 24th, 2004, with DVD release starting in May.

Richard enjoyed a brief flirtation with summer vacation, but was at work on “Jack’s Back,” the Fall 2003 season premiere episode of The District by mid-July, after which he headed to Sofia, Bulgaria to shoot “Darklight,” a sci-fi thriller designed by UFO Films for the Sci Fi Channel’s 2004-05 roster of original features. The “Darklight” shoot ran from July 28th through August 20th. The last quarter of 2003 proved to be just as busy, with additional episodes of The District as well as a role in “Cellular,” a thriller from New Line Cinema starring Kim Basinger, William. H. Macy, Chris Evans and Jason Statham. Richard played Craig Martin, husband of Basinger’s character Jessica. Cellular premiered in theaters on September 10th ’04.

February 2004 found Richard once again at work on a major feature film — “In Her Shoes” from Fox 2000 and 20th Century Fox. The dramatic comedy stars Cameron Diaz (Maggie), Toni Collette (Rose), and Shirley MacLaine (Ella), with Richard playing the part of Rose’s love ’em and leave ’em cad of a boyfriend, Jim Danvers. The film is expected to premiere in 2005.

While waiting to film his remaining scenes for “In Her Shoes,” Richard worked on Point Pleasant, the pilot for a new “superall-natural” dramatic series. From producer Marti Noxon of Buffy the Vampire Slayer fame, and 20th Century Fox Television, Point Pleasant has been described as “a kinder, gentler ‘Rosemary’s Baby,'” and “a cross between Peyton Place and ‘The Omen.'” Richard plays Dr. Ben Kramer, a fortysomething husband and father whose family takes in the show’s lead character, a mysterious young girl who washes up on the beach one day.

Point Pleasant was given a 12-episode order (13 including the pilot, portions of which have been re-shot) in late August ’04 and went into production in San Diego in November. FOX launched the show on January 19th and 20th at 9:00pm as a two-part premiere, with 9:00pm Thursday becoming its official timeslot following The O.C.

May 2004 found Richard in New Orleans working on a film for Lifetime Television titled “Torn Apart.” The thriller stars Tia Carrere as Vicki Westin, Dale Midkiff as Jerry Bender, and Richard Burgi as Billy Westin, and premiered in late September ’04. Tia Carrere plays a doctor whose husband (Burgi) and daughter are kidnapped by a man (Midkiff) whose wife and daughter Dr. Vicki Westin couldn’t save. Instead of a ransom, Jerry Bender demands that Vicki decide on whether her husband or daughter will die.

Richard brought in Fall 2004 with a guest role on the new ABC series Desperate Housewives, where he played Karl Mayer, the philandering ex-husband of series star Teri Hatcher’s Susan Mayer. Next came a five-week shoot on the new Jim Carrey comedy, “Fun with Dick and Jane.” The film, a remake of the 1977 original starring Jane Fonda and George Segal, stars Jim Carrey and Tea Leoni as Dick and Jane Harper. The Harpers are a young couple who turn to a life of crime to pay the bills after Dick loses his job. Richard plays a new character, Joe Kleman (we’re uncertain of the exact surname spelling). The movie is slated for a June 2005 release in the USA.

The last quarter of 2004 saw Richard working on a second episode of ABC’s breakout hit, Desperate Housewives, before starting production on his new FOX series, Point Pleasant. The episode of Desperate Housewives, “Move On,” premiered just over a week before Point Pleasant launched on FOX. Richard also filmed an episode of ABC’s midseason drama Eyes sometime in late 2004, roughly concurrent with his work on Desperate Housewives. The Eyes role was intended as a recurring character, but Richard’s commitment to Point Pleasant prevented his continued involvement with the show.

The first quarter of 2005 found Richard still hard at work on Point Pleasant. Though FOX decided to cancel the show in late March with five episodes unaired, 20th Century Fox kept the show in production and finished all thirteen episodes. With the complete season available for broadcast, Point Pleasant aired in a variety of international markets. FOX later released a Complete Series DVD boxed set, as was done with Firefly. Late March found Richard being featured in launch promos for ABC’s Eyes, which premiered on March 30th. (Sadly, ABC pulled the show before Richard’s episode could be aired).

The second quarter of 2005 saw Richard finishing the last episodes of Point Pleasant in mid April and, roughly a week later, returning to Wisteria Lane and Desperate Housewives, where he took part in the season finale episode, “One Wonderful Day.” As it turned out, the finale appearance also served to reintroduce the character to viewers — by July, Richard would be confirmed as a series regular for Fall 2005. Richard started a six week feature film shoot in Shanghai, China in mid-June, where he worked on “Shanghai Red,” a joint venture between MAR de ORO Films and Shanghai Film Studios. Richard costars with Vivian Wu, whose husband Oscar L. Costo is the writer, director, and producer of the film. Richard plays an expatriate American named Michael Johnson. As described for us by Oscar Costo, “‘Shanghai Red’ is a dramatic film about the journey of a young, modern Shanghai mother Meili Zhu (Vivian Wu) who suffers the loss of her husband and how she comes to terms with her state of depression. In her murderous journey of revenge, Meili meets Michael Johnson (Richard Burgi), an expatriate American from Chicago escaping his own dark past. Even though Michael’s motives for being with Meili are originally laced with deception, he ultimately finds hope, love and honor through her.”

Late July 2005 found Richard home from China and once again at work on Desperate Housewives, this time as a series regular. As suspected, Karl spent the Fall 2005 season stirring up trouble on Wisteria Lane by becoming romantically involved with neighborhood vamp, Edie Britt (Nicollette Sheridan) while still pining after ex-wife Susan (Teri Hatcher). By the end of the season, Karl had secretly remarried Susan to provide her with medical insurance coverage while still stringing Edie along with a sham engagement. He had also been hired by Bree (Marcia Cross) to serve as her lawyer in her son Andrew’s emancipation case. Richard’s work as Karl was often mentioned in the press as a highlight of the season. Sadly, a reorganization of the Desperate Housewives production and writing staff led to a reprioritizing of storylines for the Fall 2006 season, which led to Karl being sidelined and essentially excised from the ongoing saga.

While waiting for news of his fate on Desperate Housewives, Richard spent the summer of 2006 working on movies and making public appearances. “Firestorm: Last Stand at Yellowstone,” a telemovie for A&E, was filmed in May in British Columbia, Canada. After a quick June trip to Rhode Island and the Newport International Film Festival, Richard was once again in Canada — Ontario, this time — to work on “In God’s Country” for CTV and Lifetime TV. August found Richard at the All*Star Cup charity golf tournament in Newport, Wales, and by October, he was hard at work in Prague, Czech Republic, on “Hostel: Part II,” the sequel to Eli Roth’s horror blockbuster “Hostel.” In addition to “Hostel: Part II,” Richard filmed a short scene for a Sweeps episode of Desperate Housewives, “Children and Art,” which has been his last appearance on the show to date.

2007 found Richard working on a mix of television guest spots and movies, beginning with three back-to-back episodes of NBC’s Las Vegas, which were filmed in January and aired in late February and March. A fourth Las Vegas episode — the conclusion of the previous season’s cliff-hanger finale — was filmed in May, after which Richard was once more Canada-bound for another movie role. “Thomas Kinkade’s Home for Christmas,” scheduled for a Christmas 2008 release, found Richard playing Bill Kinkade, father of famous American painter Thomas Kinkade. Richard filmed an episode of the CBS legal drama Shark in July, playing an unscrupulous plastic surgeon. The episode, “Eye of the Beholder,” aired October 7th.

Richard’s last role before the WGA (Writers Guild of America) strike effectively shut down television production for the rest of the year was in ABC’s Big Shots, playing billionaire adrenaline junkie Gavin Carter. The episode, “The Way We Weren’t,” aired November 29th.

Thus far, 2008 has gotten off to a slow start for Richard, due largely to the strike-related industry shutdown. He filmed a commercial for the 2008 Cadillac DTS DeVille Touring Sedan in mid-January which, as of mid-February, has yet to premiere. Now that the WGA strike has been resolved and television production resumed, Richard and his peers should soon be back at work.

Right now, Richard cherishes his time with his family. Marriage and fatherhood agree with him; in fact, they “changed my life around,” he says. “I’m more in love than I’ve ever been. I can’t imagine anything that surpasses this.”

Time with family dovetails beautifully with Richard’s other loves — music, surfing, nature and bird-watching. Richard is the proud owner of a vintage Buddy Miles drum-set and enjoys playing it whenever possible; during a Spring 1999 appearance on Access Hollywood, he revealed that get-togethers in the Burgi household often turn into impromptu concerts, with adults grabbing instruments and children singing along.

An enthusiastic surfer and nature lover, Richard spends as much time outdoors as possible, either at the beach or hiking through the hills with his family. Introducing his sons to the natural world is an added pleasure. He feels a strong connection to nature and is an advocate of environmental protection and preservation.

Richard was involved for a time with the Yellowstone Ecological Survey,an organization devoted to educating the public on the delicate Yellowstone ecosystem. The Bozeman, Montana-based organization is best known for its part in the reintroduction of wolves to the Yellowstone ecosystem. Richard now supports the work of the Surfrider Foundation, a San Clemente, CA – based organization which works to protect and preserve shoreline and coastal environments. “Life comes and goes, and I think we require to save our planet and not hurt it,” he explains. “I like to be proactive, but at the same time I like to work in a grass roots way and impact my environment as best I can.”

Richard is also an avid bird-watcher, an interest he discovered as a ten-year-old. Sharp-eyed viewers of The Sentinel may have noticed a variety of bird-watching books and framed bird prints scattered throughout Ellison’s Loft; many, if not all, belong to Richard or were selected by him. Perhaps the most noticeable is a National Audubon Society print on the wall of Jim’s bedroom.

Richard’s interest in and commitment to preserving the environment for future generations, his preference for “grass roots” work, and his passion for and devotion to the sea and the marine mammals common to the waters of his California home led him to the Pacific Marine Mammal Center, a Laguna Beach, CA – based, volunteer-run and funded organization which tends to the needs of sick or injured seals, sea lions, and other marine mammals. The RBFC is delighted to join Richard in his support of and interest in the Pacific Marine Mammal Center.

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