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thesilentmedium · 7 months

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The Aftermath || Jonas & Lil

TIMING: The night after Homemade Panaderia LOCATION: Ballard house PARTIES: @thesilentmedium & @the-lil-exorcist SUMMARY: Jonas has a break down to Lil after the incident with Metzli CONTENT WARNING: Domestic Abuse TW (Mentions of it cause Jacob Ballard memories)

It had been a rough night for Jonas, the image of the man in his front hall wouldn’t leave his mind. He had gone through several stages of panic, that man’s body was somewhere out there wherever Metzli put it and he may have been the one attacked but his mind was now convinced he was somehow an accomplice to murder. He had rolled around all night trying to console himself that he hadn’t been the one to kill the man and that it had been self defense. Still he worried what might happen if the police found the body. Would Metzli get in trouble? Would he get in trouble?

Jonas didn’t think he would survive prison, he wasn’t built for such an environment, he didn’t want Metzli in there either though if how they handled the intruders was anything to go off of they would survive just fine. All these thoughts lead back to the image of the man dying and his friend running off. He swore he recognized her face, which was just another factor keeping him awake.

By the time morning rolled around Jonas had dark bags under his eyes and he shuffled down the stairs, a very worried Blue right behind him. He paused when he saw the figure making coffee in the kitchen and couldn’t help the tears from flowing as he waddled over and hugged his twin. The tears were a mix of relief and dread at the sight of his twin. Words that were normally just a tad off sounding now became near incomprehensible as he spoke, “A man died in our house last night, I was trying to teach someone to make bread and then he broke in and the person I was teaching stabbed him and I do not know what to do Lil-”

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Lil had been out most of the night, dealing with ghosts and leads, as she tried to keep the growing fear of losing family and not being able to do much. Yawning, she had stumbled into the house around three am going to take a nap before it was time to start the next day. It wasn’t sustainable, but well Lil could live in most scenarios for at least a bit.

She hadn’t expected Jonas to be up, but she could hear him moving around as she made a pot of coffee - the one thing that she could do without burning down the house- after she had carefully fed Auggie. Really it had been a pretty peaceful time.

Until she felt Jonas hug her hard. The type of hug that was a ‘I’m glad you're alive’ and not a normal Jonas hug. It caused her to freeze for a second, immediately trying to hear her dad screaming -. Turning around to see him there was a bit in her stomach as she realized that he was crying. “Hey -it’s okay breathe,” Lil signed as Jonas tried to speak, his voice slurred and panicked.

It took her a moment to realize what he was saying, and she froze for a moment before starting to look over Jonas to see if she was missing something. He was supposed to be baking with someone last night, dealing with an intruder. “Jonas what happened? Here let's sit down,” she signed before tugging at her brother to get him to the living room, trying to quell the growing anxiety of what he was talking about.

Was he trying to confess to murder? Lil didn’t know, but she wasn't going to be her main concern either. “Breathe in and out. One step at a time.”

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Blue let out a soft whine as Lil led her boy over to the couch. She made a point of keeping herself in between him and the front hallway, trying to obscure his view so the already panicking man didn’t break down even more. Jonas was sniffling and rubbing at his eyes as he tried to focus on what Lil was signing. Once he was settled facing away from the scene of the crime, Blue laid her head in his lap. If he didn’t need his hands to fully communicate, they would have been digging into her fur.

“I had someone over to bake, they wanted to learn how to make sweet bread, but before we could finish some of those people that had been following us all over town broke into the house. They tried to throw salt at Blue but our guest was faster and they killed one of the intruders. The other ran off.” Jonas was signing quickly trying to get everything out but it was far more understandable than his speech.

“I do not know where the body of the man is. But Lil I just stood by and let them kill him. I did not stop them when they cleaned up either. What if the cops come asking questions?” Jonas didn’t know if calling the cops in that situation would have been for the better or worse. Metzli might have ended up in jail or he would have. If he had been alone it could have very well been him dead on the floor and not the stranger which was just another point of panic to add on. “Whoever is following us knows Blue is not a normal dog.” It felt like his main line of defense was being stripped away by this knowledge.

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Lil usually would be clinical in high stressed situations like this. Although she was never cold really, most of the time she was able to be objective, but she couldn’t help the shake in her hands as she watched Jonas speak, wanting so badly to stop him and just pull him into a hug. She couldn’t though, she needed to know what had happened and what she was going to have to do.

On some level, Lil understood bad things happened to good people, but the anger didn’t leave her body anyway. Making sure to breathe Lil signed, “Okay. Someone broke in, tried to hurt Blue and your friend stopped them.” She tried to be calm, but there was a fury that someone had tried to hurt her brother. As soon as he told her they had tried to throw salt at Blue she knew immediately that it wasn’t a misunderstanding. They were targeting her brother.

Someone was trying to kill her brother, and Lil was furious. Still, she had to be calm now. She needed to be reassuring and hell she needed to be more like June. Reaching over Blue for a moment she put her hand on his shoulder before taking it off and signing, “You shouldn’t have stopped them, Basil. Whoever did this wanted to hurt you and your friend protected you. I know it’s scary, but think of it like if it happened to me instead. It was right.” At the thought that Jonas didn’t know where the body was buried Lil shook her head. “If the cops come by, tell them you don’t know and you didn’t hear anything. I doubt that they’ll come and if they do I’ll talk to them. You don’t have to talk to them. - Look at me buddy.”

She paused before continuing making sure Jonas could see what she said, “ I know it’s hard, but that man was going to hurt you and Blue. Your friend stepped in and stopped him. They were a hero, and you needed protecting. I’m sorry I wasn’t here.” The last bit was hesitant, guilty as she realized that Jonas could have been alone.

Someone could have hurt him and she wouldn’t have known. A pain of fear and dread hit her stomach before anything else. She could live with someone hurting her, hell she did, but the idea of Jonas being alone and hurt broke something. Lil didn’t realize she was crying now until she wiped at her face in frustration before signing, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you went through that, but you did the right thing. I love you, and I know it's hard. I’m sorry.”

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The right thing. He did the right thing. Jonas tried to let that sink in to calm his worries, focusing on Lil’s hands. She was right if it had been Lil in this situation he would have thought the same thing. He could also agree that Metzli was a hero, if they hadn’t been there he probably would have been killed or taken by those who broke into the house. These truths did not make him feel better about it though.

What was stopping them from coming in and trying on their own again? Jonas was alone most of the time unless he was at work. Lil was too busy trying to find their parents to keep him company every night and the guard their uncle promised was taking longer than expected to show if they showed at all. Whoever was targeting his family could very well have targeted the guard as well. He was making things worse thinking these things and was doing his best to focus on Lil’s hands instead. He did the right thing, he survived.

Jonas rubbed at his eyes and nodded. “I love you too. It is okay. You are busy doing something important, but Lil why are they after us? What did we do to them? Did they target everyone else too?” He could feel the tears refusing to stop, he was such an easy cryer it was embarrassing. Though he supposed crying over being targeted by strangers was more valid than most of the other times his eyes leaked. “I do not feel safe here Lil.”

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There were a lot of things Lil didn’t know. She didn’t know how to comfort Jonas at the moment, to keep him from crying. She didn’t know where Jane or Jude was - the two siblings that were better able to see the big picture. Most importantly, she didn’t know who had been at the door so ready to hurt her twin.

Still, she was going to find out. While Jonas seemed to cry, there was a bit of rage that settled into her stomach. Carefully she tried not to let it show instead watching Jonas and breathing slowly and trying not to cry herself. “I don’t know. I don’t know but I promise I’m going to find out. I will.”

It was the only thing she could do. She couldn’t lie to Jonas and say that she had it under control, because obviously she hadn’t. So instead she just signed back, “I know. I’m sorry. I don’t know why they are doing this but I will figure it out. I’ll get Uncle Charlie to move quicker and stay with you until whoever comes gets here. I won’t leave you alone again.” It would stop her progress, but at the end of the day Jonas was the one she was supposed to protect.

“Do you want a hug? We can do a movie day. I won’t even make you watch the minions,” Lil signed looking at Jonas.

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Jonas always tried to rely on the people he knew, sometimes being deaf just forced you into that position, but with the break ins it was getting harder to have faith in Uncle Charlie and the guard he said would be here. Which was in no way fair to the older man who was trying his best to help his niece and nephew who he hadn’t seen in person for years. It wasn’t Charlie’s job to keep them safe, though being the uncle who was closest to June, perhaps he felt it was. Jonas tried to keep reminding himself that what they were asking of the more experienced exorcist was a lot. They needed someone capable of guarding them on such a short notice of course they would take a moment to get here. He just hoped Lil could get their uncle to come while they waited.

As soon as a hug was offered Jonas leaned over into it. It was a little awkward given that Blue’s big head was still in his lap, refusing to move despite being now smushed between the twins. He hugged his sister tightly before letting go, “I am sorry you have to do so much.” He felt more like a liability than a help to his sister. She had to go out and look for things while Jonas was taking care of the bakery, even then she helped out there too. Really in the grand scheme of things he was rather pathetic. He always had to have someone else step in to save him and cried at the first sign of being overstressed. He trusted too easily, saw the good in people where there really wasn’t any to offer and god forbid he ever actually punched someone hell he couldn’t even bring himself to curse in frustration despite all the things that had happened. He was a weak man who could barely muster a smile at his sister’s joke. Jacob Had been right to call him a disappointment.

With his stomach swirling with fear and rediscovered self hatred he finally did manage to nod about the movie. “Okay. Can we watch it upstairs? I do not want to be down here right now.” Jonas pointed over his shoulder, “The man died by our front door.” He was sure the request made him seem even more fragile compared to his sister and her normally calm composure but he wasn’t sure what else to do at that moment. Sitting there thinking about everything was only going to make it worse and in the end help neither of them. He could berate himself all he liked later when his sister wasn’t trying to calm him down.

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Lil wasn’t soft, something that was fairly obvious when she looked at her twin. Whatever kindness and generosity had settled into his soul, she lacked it. Still, she wanted badly to be a comfort to people. Her rough hands weren’t good at holding that though, but even now she could see that Jonas was calming down at least a little as she said that she would figure it out. Maybe she wasn’t gentle or kind, but surely she could make the scary things go away. She needed to, as much for her sake then for Jonas who was sitting there frightened and looking lost.

For once, Lil had to keep it together, and she was going too.

She held Jonas tightly for a moment, wishing that she had answers that would make all of this feel better, and knowing that she didn’t. Pulling back only after she felt Jonas stir to move back she shook her head and signed, “It’s fine, Jonas. I’m fine.” She didn’t stop and consider any other option, she had to be okay, and she had to push forward. If she didn’t then - well. It didn't help to dwell on it.

“Okay. We can watch upstairs.” Lil signed, nodding with her words looking to Blue for a moment as if she was asking for permission to move Jonas. “Let's have a chill day, and I’ll make sure everything is okay tomorrow. Come on I’ll even get the teddy bears down if you want. We’ve got this. Together. ” With that Lil stood up, offering her hand to Jonas. “I got you.”

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Blue looked at Lil who was looking at her and sighed a little but willingly moved off her boy so both her charges could go upstairs. Jonas shuffled awkwardly as he reached for Lil’s hand. The nagging voice of his father was ringing out in the back of his head about how he couldn’t even get off the couch on his own. He grip tightened on Lil’s hand before letting go once he was firmly on his feet again.

“The teddy bears are already on my bed. I stole some of Jane’s as well.” Jonas did not normally keep stuffed animals by his bed; the two little koalas, Lil and he had been so attached to in their younger years, were sitting on his windowsill to keep them safe from his ever fidgeting hands. But tonight was different. He needed the extra stimulation to keep from falling apart completely. The soft fur gave his hands something to do while his mind worked away at terrible thoughts. If his father were to see him now he surely would get an earful. His father who very well may be dead.

Jonas told himself not to think of that as he followed Lil around the house repeating the words she had said to himself. They got this, for better or for worse they got this because they were together and as a team they were stronger. They always had been despite Jacob, despite everything that had tried to pull them apart so far. She got him and he got her…. He would do his best not to pull her down with him.

#writing #lil #thelilexorcist #domestic abuse tw

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paulinedorchester · 2 years

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Jewish singers of Western classical music

Compiling this list — the last in this series for the foreseeable future, although I’m well aware that there are others that I could do — has been a frustrating experience.

What I’m looking for, ultimately, is self-identification, which isn’t always forthcoming. And you can’t always trust Encyclopedia Judaica, which follows Israeli policy in determining Jewish status, i.e., one Jewish grandparent makes you Jewish, no matter what. (This is settled law in Israel, and it’s caused no end of trouble.)

Also, I’m not willing to knowingly include here the likes of Alma Gluck, who was a practicing Christian Scientist for most of her adult life, nor Richard Tauber, a life-long, if largely nominal, Roman Catholic who was bewildered to learn, in 1933, that he did in fact have a Jewish grand-parent. Since I’ve tended to err on the side of caution, there may be artists who should be on this list but aren’t.

You also won’t find here a number of artists whom my instincts tell me must be Jewish, but who are being, or were in their time, insufferably coy about it. (Jake Arditti, Beniamino Gigli, Jonas Kaufman, Selma Kurtz, Margarete Matzenauer, Jakub Józef Orliński, Annie Rosen, Regina Sarfaty: I’m looking at all of you.)

I’ve had to be vague about birthplaces in some cases, because some of these singers were born in jurisdictions that either no longer exist or whose names have changed. (Poland didn’t exist as a nation when Rosa Raisa was born there, and I don’t know what part of Poland — Austrian, German, or Russian — she came from.)

What applies to the earlier lists also applies here: I’ve included many of the younger ones solely on the basis of reputation, without having heard them. Not all are or were A-listers, but they are all people who sing or sang Western classical music for a living, or taught others to do so, or a combination of the two.

And finally, I should point out that while stage names are now a rare phenomenon in classical music, they were fairly common in the past — especially for singers! (Richard Tucker was born Reuben Ticker, for example.)

Mario Ancona (1860-1931), baritone, Italy

Rafael Arie (1922-1988), bass, Bulgaria

Sharon Azrieli, soprano, Canada

Richard Bernstein, bass, USA

Rachel Blaustein, soprano, USA

John Braham (ca. 1775-1856), tenor, UK

Lucienne Bréval (1869-1935), soprano, Switzerland

Katharine Carlisle (Kitty Carlisle Hart; 1910-2007), soprano, USA

Aryeh Nussbaum Cohen, counter-tenor, USA

Netanya Davrath (1931-1987), soprano, USSR

Shannon Delijani, mezzo-soprano, USA

Jeanne Diamond, soprano, USA

Pauline Donalda (1882-1970), soprano, Canada

Edis de Philippe (1918-1978), soprano, USA

Daryl Freedman, mezzo-soprano, USA

Rachel Frenkel, mezzo-soprano, Israel

Blake Friedman, tenor, USA

Allan Glassman, tenor, USA

Hannah Goodman, soprano, USA

Oren Gradus, bass, USA

Sheri Greenawald, soprano, USA

Hermann Jadlowker (1878–1953), tenor, Latvia

Cheri Rose Katz, mezzo-soprano, USA

Solomon Khromchenko (1907-2002), tenor, Russia

Alexander Kipnis (1891–1978), bass-baritone, Russia

Nina Koshetz (1894–1965), soprano, Russia

Isa Kremer (1887-1956), soprano, Russia

Maya Lahyani, mezzo-soprano, Israel

Evelyn Lear (1926-2012), soprano, USA

Adèle Leigh (1928-2004), soprano, UK

Samuel Levine, tenor, USA

Brenda Lewis (1921-2017), soprano, USA

Assaf Levitin, baritone, Israel

Estelle Liebling (1880-1970), soprano, USA

Emanuel List (1888-1967), bass, Austria

George London (1920-1985), bass, Canada

Channa Malkin, soprano, Netherlands

Jeffrey Mandelbaum, counter-tenor, USA

Mikhail Medvedev (1852-1925), tenor, Russia

Robert Merrill (1917-2004), baritone, USA

Ottilie Metzger (1878-1943), contralto, Germany

Rinnat Moriah, soprano, Israel

Andrew Morstein, tenor, USA

Rosa Pauly (1894–1975), soprano, Austro-Hungarian Empire

Jan Peerce (1904-1984), tenor, USA

Roberta Peters (1930-2017), soprano, USA

Ian Pomerantz, bass-baritone, USA

Rosa Raisa (1893–1963), soprano, Poland

Miriam Rap-Janowska (also known as Miriam Janowsky; 1891-1992), soprano, Latvia

Judith Raskin (1928-1984), soprano, USA

Spencer Reichman, baritone, USA

Chen Reiss, soprano, Israel

Regina Resnik (1923-2013), mezzo-soprano, USA

Neil Rosenshine, tenor, USA

Aaron Marko Rothmuller (1908-1993), baritone, Yugoslavia

Charlotte de Rothschild, soprano, UK

Arieh Sacke, tenor, Canada

Gidon Saks, bass-baritone, Israel

Dalia Schaechter, mezzo-soprano, Israel

Doron Schleifer, counter-tenor, Israel

Joseph Schmidt (1904-1942), tenor, Romania

Friedrich Schorr (1888–1953), bass-baritone, Austro-Hungary

Rinat Shaham, mezzo-soprano, Israel

Neil Shicoff, tenor, USA

Beverly Sills (1929-2007), soprano, USA

Julia Sitkovetsky, soprano, UK

Wiliam Socolof, bass-baritone, USA

Daniel Sutin, baritone, USA

Jennie Tourel (1910-1973), mezzo-soprano, Canada

Richard Tucker (1913-1975), tenor, USA

Sandra Warfield (1921-2009), mezzo-soprano, USA

Nofar Yacobi, soprano, Israel

Jennifer Zetlan, soprano, USA

#classical vocal music

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byneddiedingo · 2 years

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Pîtâ in Funeral Parade of Roses (Toshio Matsumoto, 1969) Cast: Pîtâ, Osamu Ogasawara, Yoshio Tsuchiya, Toyosaburo Uchiyama, Don Madrid, Emiko Azuma, Yoshimi Jo, Koichi Nakamura, Flamenco Umeji, Saako Oota, Taro Manji, Mikio Shibayama, Wataru Hikonagi, Fuchisumi Gomi, Chieko Kobayashi, Yo Sato, Keiichi Takanaga. Screenplay: Toshio Matsumoto. Cinematography: Tatsuo Suzuki. Art direction: Setsu Asakura. Film editing: Toshie Iwasa. Music: Joji Yuasa. Toshio Matsumoto's Funeral Parade of Roses both participates in and parodies the late-1960s avant-garde "underground" film movement, with its reliance on eccentric cuts and random inserts. There's a scene in which the filmmakers are shooting a badly tuned television set, and keep fiddling with the set to get the kind of distorted image they want. And at one point someone quotes the avant-garde filmmaker Jonas Mekas -- and then gets his name wrong, calling him "Menas Jokas." Matsumoto's film keeps the viewer off-balance at all times, moving in and out of what we take to be "reality" to expose that it's all moviemaking. There is, for example, a scene in which the cross-dressing protagonist, Eddie ( Pîtâ), and a Black man, Tony (Don Madrid), seem to be having sex, with lots of pornographic gasping and facial contortions. But then the camera angle shifts and we see that there's a camera crew surrounding the bed where Tony is propped up by himself on the headboard while the camera is focused on the face of Eddie, simulating ecstasy. Even the main story of the film gets its distancing when we cut to the actor who plays Eddie, Pîtâ (or Peter, as the English language screen credits have it), being interviewed about the role he's playing. It's much like his own life, he says, except for the incest part. At this point in the film, we don't know about the incest part, which precipitates the crisis in Eddie's life. Suffice it to say that Matsumoto based a large part of the film on Oedipus Rex. The central story deals with the rivalry between Eddie and Leda (Osamu Ogasawara), the "Madame" of a club that caters to salarymen who want to sleep with gei boi, for the affections of Gonda (Yoshio Tsuchiya), a man who turns out to have more significance in Eddie's life than is at first apparent. There are some longueurs in Matsumoto's film, mostly having to do with the avant-garde sequences but also with a too-long drugged-out orgy scene. (Other people's orgies are invariably boring.) But there are some genuine shocks and some real emotion in the film, and the performance by Pîtâ -- best known as the androgynous Kyoami, the analogue to the Fool in Ran (1985), Akira Kurosawa's reworking of King Lear -- is outstanding.

#Funeral Parade of Roses #Toshio Matsumoto #Pîtâ

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hetaczechia · 1 year

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Characters portrayed by Henry Ian Cusick that are deceased (according to AI):

Desmond Hume from Lost (died in the flash-sideways timeline)

Marcus Kane from The 100 (sacrificed himself in the series finale)

Dr. Jonas Lear from Rememory (committed suicide)

Stephen Finch from Scandal (killed by his girlfriend's father)

Elliot from Hitman (killed by Agent 47)

Henry Detmer from Inhumans (died in a battle against Maximus)

Billy Flynn from The Passage (killed by viral creatures)

Agent Alex Brandt from MacGyver (killed in the line of duty)

🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

#henry ian cusick #🤨🤨🤨🤨#ai generated

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cusickgallery · 3 years

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Remember that time.........

#henry ian cusick #desmond hume #lost #stephen finch #scandal #marcus kane #the 100 #jonas lear #the passage #russ taylor #macgyver #flashback friday

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quealboroto · 3 years

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meyerlansky · 5 years

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the passage, 1x05: “how you gonna outrun the end of the world?” ↳ you can tell a lot about a person when you let them think they're more powerful than you are.

#the passage #thepassageedit #amy bellafonte #daniel pet #david winston #tim fanning #nichole sykes #clark richards #shauna babcock #anthony carter #jonas lear #mine

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empiriconda · 5 years

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I can still hear him. His blood is still in me so if he dies, I die, right?

#Amy Bellafonte #Jonas Lear #The Passage #thepassageedit #graphics #mine #(｡♥‿♥｡)

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silvertons · 5 years

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The dreams are worse. It's happening every time I close my eyes. It's the same guy. Fanning. Who is he? Come on, tell me, man. Tim Fanning was the most brilliant man I ever knew. Also one of the most manipulative.

#anthony carter #jonas lear #thepassages #thepassageedit #the passage #by mikaylah #SAVE HIM #this poor man

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deputy-ajay-ghale · 5 years

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The look Jonas gave Amy after she explained how she chose to not legit become Fanning’s 12th was so full of awe. He’s just so impressed by this child’s tenacity and desire to retain her humanity. He’s gone through this a dozen times and everyone but his wife chose the road of least resistance, but Amy told Fanning to fuck off. I think he admires her too because her choice reminded him of Elizabeth.

#the passage #jonas lear #amy bellafonte #original post

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cruzrogue · 5 years

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Carter Knows What Jonas Is Doing Can't Be Legal | Season 1 Ep. 2 | THE P...

#the passage #totally not legal #jonas lear

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ichhori · 2 years

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Nothing comes easy afterall. Visit ichhori.com . . #learn #trend #womensupportingwomen #feminist #bossbabes #womenempowerment #girls #bossbabequotes #trendingnow #education #woman #bosslady #womenpower #strongwomen #learning #girlboss #womensupportwomen https://instagr.am/p/CXYZQ-bBoEG/

#Instagram #Jonas #Munich #Wired #Condé Nast Nothing comes easy afterall. Visit ichhori.com . . lear

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itselyserebecca · 5 years

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The Passage 1x04 "Whose Blood Is That?"

★★★★★★★★☆☆

#trakt #the passage #2019 #action #adventure #drama #fantasy #horror #sci-fi #thriller #tv series #tv show #fox #tv #television #henry ian cusick #dr. jonas lear #caroline chikezie #dr. major nichole sykes

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guccifloralsuits · 4 years

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hi we were talking about books yesterday and i was wondering if you have any good fiction recommendations? 😇😇😇

Yes, I have so many! I broke them down into relative categories, so there’s a little mix of everything. Please read the actual synopsis before diving in though, as some have major trigger warnings.

Books considered “classics”

Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston: a book which I come back to in hard times of my life. There’s something so…necessary about this story. Prose style was great. I would rec this book to every person I know.

Mrs. Dalloway by Virgina Woolf: I read this when my life seemed to be changing faster than I could keep up. Beautifully written. Came at a time when I needed it.

Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys: written as a prequel to Jane Eyre and a modernist masterpiece honestly. THE original meditation on the ideal of a Manic Pixie Dream Girl

The Color Purple by Alice Walker: you’ve probably heard this name from the adaptation. Let me tell you. This book deserves all of its acclaim. I think I’m gonna re-read soon.

Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austin: this is super mainstream for The Literary Circles but it’s for good reason, this book is just? Fun? An honestly enjoyable read? plus when I was taking my SATs way back when they had an essay section, I could use this book for literally any prompt they gave

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë: this book is wild. Everyone is a messy bitch who lives for drama & I love it. I just finished it and omg

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath: my emo teen- girl rebelling ass ate this shit up back in high school. Is this book overrated? I don’t care. I love it for nostalgic value anyways

The Handmaids Tale by Margaret Atwood: startling beautiful lines. I have almost half this book underlined. A popular read in recent times, with good reason.

A picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde: I fundamentally disagree with everything written in this book. That is exactly the point. About being gay & sinning. I would not recommend this as a ‘light’ read though. Easy to get swept up in Wilde’s sharp wit & not catch the intentional malice behind what he says, underneath.

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez: I just. Love this. That’s all I have to say. Yeah.gif

All The King’s Men by Robert Penn Warren: The nihilism of Oscar Wilde but set to a political backdrop in the 30’s with stylistic prose akin what you’d read from Hemingway. Probably not for everyone’s taste. But right up my alley in terms of political intrigue. If ur a stuffy English Major with who likes books about corruption, you’ll like this.

Popularized books that are worth the hype they had:

The Glass Castle by Jeanette Walls: there’s something so…engaging about the way this is written. It’s pretty much about kids who have to act like adults for their shitty parents. I couldn’t put this down though.

Dark Places by Gillian Flynn: as with all her novels, this gets dark. This gets ugly. An absolute thriller, & I can’t recommend her books enough. (You might know her from Gone Girl & Sharp Objects. This story follows similar tone). Honestly I rec anything by Flynn.

The Princess Bride by William Goldman: you’ve probably heard of or seen this movie. Well guess what? the book is even better.

YOU by Caroline Kepnes: aka the adapted Netflix series where dan from gossip girl plays plays joe, who is basically Dan but Unhinged. But like, the books are great. “Hidden Bodies” which is the sequel to this is even better, in my opinion. Just plz don’t romance Joe cus you saw penn badgley in a Netflix poster & were thirsty 4 him

Lesser Known/underrated books which could use your love:

A Thousand Acres by Jane Smiley: A reimagining of King Lear, set on an Iowa farm in the late 1970s. Powerful and disturbing

The Gold Bug Variations by Richard Powers: specifically for classical music lovers. Basically a long meditation on supernal mysteries of music, specifically Bach’s intricate Goldberg Variations (you’ll wanna have the Glenn Gould recording to hand), & those of the DNA molecule (especially as a code to be broken) It gradually dawns on you that the two couples listening to the music and studying the molecule are themselves engaged in something strangely molecular and musical. You won’t always understand this book, but it keeps taking your breath away.

Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn: did I buy this book solely because of this tumblr post? Yeah. But it was easily one of the best decisions I’ve made. The way he manipulates letter-language is wild. Woah. Highly recommended.

The 100 Year Old Man Who Climbed Out of the Window & Disappeared by Jonas Johnson: a 100 year old dude escapes his nursery home a steals a suitcase full of drug money then goes on a giant crime spree. HIGHLY entertaining. We stan a King

The Sellout by Paul Beatty: probably the greatest satirical comedy written within the last 50 years. I said what I said.

Children’s/teen/YA books you should absolutely read

The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster: wonderfully creative, beautifully told. Takes abstract constructs and turns them into concrete beings and landscapes in amazing, engaging ways. Please read this. One of my all-time favorite books. Takes the protagonist, Milo, on a fantastical adventure borne through boredom on what he though would be another average day. Seriously. I love this book. So much.

Coraline by Neil Gaiman: another beautifully creative foray into a parallel universe where something Not Quite Right lurks beneath a pretty surface. If you’ve seen the movie adaption - great. Still read the book. It’s absolutely worth it.

Love that Dog by Sharon Creech: technically free verse poetry from the perspective of a young boy dealing with the loss of his pet dog who has to write poetry for a class assignment from his teacher. This is…so good. Oh my god. Oh my god? Poetry for non-poetry people.

The Giver by Louis Lowery: Listen. I know you were forced 2 read this in primary English. I know you probably hated it on principle. But this shit was all that kept me going, when I was younger. It made me feel so understood, before I could define trauma or the meaning of depression. This book made me feel seen.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky: ya know what? Fuck 2013 tumblr for dumbing this book down into a basic ass Grunge Anthem. I have never seen a book so adequately grapple with how awful romanticizing trauma can be. This book goes into the horrible side of adolescence in a way that’s genuine, and in a way which doesn’t put trauma/mental illness on a pedestal. I needed that shit, when I read it. I still love this book today. The lines will stay with you forever, after you read some of them.

All the Bright Places, by Jennifer Niven: this was another one of those books that I read in an essential time, which lodged into me afterwards. About two teenagers who meet while standing on the bell tower of their school, both contemplating suicide. Highly recommend. Prepare to cry.

You didn’t ask for Poetry but I’m including some because I am poetry TRASH:

Rice by Nikky Finney

A Thousand Mornings by Mary Oliver

One Big Self by C.D. Wright

LOOK by Solmaz Sharif

Poetry for people who think poetry is inaccessible to them:

New American Best Friend by Olivia Gatwood

Our Numbered Days by Neil Hillborn

Depression & Other Magic Tricks by Sabrina Benaim

There are literally SO SO SO many books I could also add, but these are the ones that came to mind. Bolded ones are those I especially love. Happy reading!

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