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He was right

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader, Siddiq x Reader

Warnings: Swear words, talks of abandonment and breakups

Genre: Angst w a good ending

A/N: Inspired by Gilmore Girls! You'll know which scene by the end...

“What is he doing here?” you muttered, keeping your voice low to disguise your frustration. Presently, you were in attendance at a party in Alexandria, stood in the corner with your boyfriend Siddiq, who was in conversation with Gabriel about something. You’d long since stopped listening, instead opting to quietly observe the room.

There were a lot of people there, milling about, socializing with their neighbors and nursing drinks. You weren’t really sure what the party was for, but it wouldn’t be surprising if someone had thrown it just because. That was a new thing, celebrating just because. A new old thing, really. It had been years now since Rick had exploded the bridge, and the communities were finally accepting the peace.

You had just been thinking of how much this reminded you of your first week in Alexandria, all those years ago, when Deanna Monroe had thrown a party similar to this one. Looking around, you realized how few of the people around you had been in attendance at that party as well.

Then you saw him. On the far side of the room, having just entered the house, was a man who hadn’t been in attendance at Deanna’s party, but had certainly been in your life all those years ago.

Daryl Dixon slowly made his way over to you, your grip on the drink in your hand tightening as he got closer. You turned to Siddiq, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from Gabriel. You ignored his protests as you pulled him outside as quickly as possible, away from the man you’d hoped you would never see again.

“Y/N/N, what’s going on?” Siddiq pressed, holding you still before you could launch yourself down the porch steps. You tried pulling him with you, but he held his ground.

“I just…” you started, unable to meet his eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, lifting your chin to see your face.

“Daryl’s here,” you said. Siddiq took a moment to process your statement before releasing his hold on you. You couldn’t help but notice the way he stepped back.

“Inside?” he finally said. You nodded. You had expected this reaction. After all, you’d told him all about your past relationship with the archer. The bond you’d shared after meeting at the quarry, the relationship you’d started and maintained since arriving in Alexandria. How it all fell apart when Rick disappeared and took a part of Daryl with him.

It had been years since you’d seen him, since he’d abandoned you and the rest of his family, and you’d done your best to move on in that time. But a part of you still clung to him, still depended on him, and that part was unraveling at the sight of him after so long.

“Are you going to talk to him?” Siddiq asked, after another hefty pause. You shook your head, biting your lip. He studied your reaction, gauging the truth of your words, before leaning in again.

“Okay,” he said. “Then let’s go.” You took his hand, leading him to the steps, when you heard a door close behind you. Heavy footsteps came closer, and though you tried your best to ignore them, you knew those footsteps anywhere.

“Y/N, wait up,” Daryl called. Your heart raced, keeping your back to him. You felt Siddiq squeeze your hand, trying to urge you forward, but you realized you’d stopped in your tracks.

“Hey, can I talk to ya?” you heard Daryl say, his voice sounding embarrassed all of a sudden. You finally turned to face him, and you thought for a moment your heart stopped.

You’d caught a glimpse of him inside, but now, standing here in front of him, his eyes meeting yours, it was like the skies had opened again. He hadn’t changed. Aside from the new scars and tattoos he’d somehow acquired, he was like a carbon copy of the day he’d left you. You longed to reach for him, to ask him about the scars and how he’d gotten them, but reality flooded in.

Siddiq’s hand was still in yours. You were with him, not Daryl, the man who left you.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you, man. It’s probably best if we just leave,” Siddiq said, pulling you closer to him. You saw the way Daryl flinched, how his eyes wandered to your linked hands. He met your eyes again, his own shining with confusion and hurt.

“Whatcha know about what she wants, man?” Daryl growled at Siddiq, crossing his arms. You frowned at this, knowing better than anyone when he was putting his walls up.

“He’s right, Daryl,” you said. “I think it would be better if we left.” Daryl crumbled, hearing your voice, the pain laced in it. He paused, then nodded, slowly.

“Alrigh’,” he said. You nodded, casting one last look at him, before turning away and making your exit.

“It’s okay,” Siddiq said, “he’s probably not staying long, anyway.”

–

How wrong Siddiq had been. For the first time in years, Daryl was in Alexandria for more than a week. It had been two weeks, actually, and no one was more shocked than you. Apparently he’d claimed he wanted to “help the community” and that he was sick of “not pulling his weight.”

You called bullshit. The man had never done anything he didn’t want to do, had never let obligation pull him from his other pursuits. Besides, you’d noticed the way he’d been looking at you, waving when you were in the same place, trying to engage you in conversation.

You were polite at first, saying hello and making small talk. But the more he reached out for you, the more frustrated you grew, and the more short-tempered you became. After a particularly nasty telling-off, he started to give you some space.

You caught the shocked looks everyone gave you that day. They assumed you hated him, wanted nothing to do with him anymore. You wished that were true.

Honestly, it wasn’t that you didn’t want him around. It was that you did. Every conversation you had, it grew harder and harder not to reach out and beg him to stay. To hold him again, to laugh at his bad jokes, to rely on each other like you had for so many years.

It was easier to keep him away, you told yourself. It would hurt less in the long run, when he ran away again. Besides, you still had Siddiq, and you truly did care about him. In the time Daryl had been back, your temper wasn’t the only one rising. Siddiq had been short with you as much as you’d been with him, clearly growing aggravated by your obsession with the other man’s presence. The sooner Daryl was gone, the better it would be for your relationship.

Now, you stood with Siddiq at yet another party. While the two of you were sat on the couch, conversing with Rosita and Gabriel, Daryl was across the room talking to Aaron. You found yourself smiling unconsciously when he laughed at something Aaron said. Quickly, you corrected yourself and returned to the conversation.

Siddiq was frowning at you. You met his eyes, trying for a small smile, but he remained cold. Luckily, Rosita and Gabriel didn’t seem to mind when he grabbed your hand and dragged you off.

You found yourself on the porch again, but the energy had shifted. This time, Siddiq clearly had something to say, and it wasn’t good.

“Y/N, we need to talk about this,” Siddiq said, crossing his arms. You shook your head.

“Talk about what?” you asked. Siddiq’s nostrils flared.

“Stop bullshitting me. You know what I’m talking about,” he snapped. You took a step back, not because you were afraid of him, but because you were ashamed of what he was implying.

“There’s nothing happening there, you know that. It’s just hard to see him again,” you said, sending him a pleading look. You knew he didn’t buy it by the way he rolled his eyes.

“Y/N, I need you to be honest with me. I know you still have feelings for him, and he obviously still has feelings for you, too,” Siddiq ranted.

You felt your shoulders tense, your stand growing defensive. “That’s not true!” you protested. Siddiq held up a hand to stop you.

“For God’s sake, he’s staying here for you! Everyone can see it, Y/N, and I’m tired of it. If you want to be with him, be with him. I’m taking myself out of the equation,” he said. You felt the world stop.

“What?” you whispered, needing to hear him confirm your fears. Siddiq’s eyes had tightened, firmly gazing at you.

“We’re done, Y/N. I can’t keep being your cover-up,” he said. Without another word, he was walking away, leaving you gaping behind him. When you thought he was gone for good, he surprised you by saying one last thing.

“If you can’t be honest with me, at least be honest with yourself,” he said, and then he was gone. You stood there, unsure how to process his words. Be honest with yourself? About Daryl? You felt your knees shaking, your vision growing fuzzy as you contemplated his words. Only when you heard familiar footsteps behind you did you shake yourself out of it.

“You okay?” you heard the rough voice say. You turned to face Daryl, who was wringing his hands and averting his eyes. You could tell by the deep blush on his face that he had heard Siddiq’s words. And the racing in your heart as you faced the man in front of you told you everything you needed to know about Siddiq’s meaning.

“How much did you hear?” you asked. Daryl finally met your eyes.

“All of it,” he admitted. You nodded, turning away from him.

“He was a jerk about it, but…” you took a deep breath. “He was right. Everything he said. About you being here, about how I feel. He was right.” Daryl didn’t say a word. You weren’t sure he was even breathing. You sent him a pleading look.

“Well, wasn’t he?” you asked. Daryl held perfectly still, eyes burning into you as you felt tears fill your own. You quickly moved to leave, not needing to face anymore humiliation tonight, when you felt a hand grip your arm.

You turned abruptly, studying Daryl’s face, now directly in front of you. He seemed to consider his next words carefully, but you already knew what he was going to say. 

“He was right. About all of it.”

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“She Keeps Me Warm” F!Reader x Tara Chambler

Summary: You had lived in Alexandria for about six months when Rick’s group arrived. The first time you meet Tara, she is everything and more. When she offers to help you search for you father who had gone missing months before, you take her up on the offer, making some new friends along the way and maybe even finding your person in the new horrible world. 

Word Count: 6948

Warning: None

Song I Wrote To: “She Keeps Me Warm” by Mary Lambert

Note: I don’t know why I am suddenly awful at summaries, but there you go. Essentially, I just love Tara so much and wanted to write an imagine with her. I miss her so much! I am in the process of filling another request but I wanted to post this one first. Love ya. ALSO let me know if you want to be added to my main taglist for all my stories!

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It had been nearly a week since you had been home.

You knew it was reckless and selfish for you to be away for so long without checking in, but any time you thought about going home, your father’s face would flash in your mind and you would tell yourself just one more day. However, as per usual, the world caught up with you and after taking a rather nasty fall and twisting your ankle, you decided to head home to Alexandria. 

You could already imagine the look on both Aaron and Enid’s faces. It would most likely be a mixture of worry and disappointment. You weren’t sure how Enid was always able to say so much with just a single look. Perhaps it was all the time she spent on her own, just trying to survive. Whatever it was, you admired her even more because of it.

When you and your father had shown up at Alexandria with Aaron around six months before, you noticed that Enid was always alone. When you had asked Aaron about the teenager, he had explained that she had been alone when she came to the gates and that all she had said was that both of her parents had been killed by the Dead. You could empathize with her as you had lost your mother and brother at the start of it all. Then when your father disappeared, it had only tightened the bond between you and the girl. She was like the little sister you never had and you would die for each other. 

As the gates of your home came into view, you breathed a sigh of relief. While you wanted to keep searching for your father, your bed and a hot shower were calling your name. As you rolled to a stop outside the gates, you honked twice, leaning out the window. 

“Open the gate, morons!” you called. The disgruntled face of Nicholas appeared as he slid open the fence. You grinned at him and he rolled his eyes. The two of you had never gotten along and you really disliked the guy. He acted as if he was invincible to the new world, but you knew that if he was ever faced with a herd of the Dead, he’d turn tail and run. Pulling your car into Alexandria, you shut off the engine and climbed out. Nicholas closed the gate behind, latching it shut. “What’s new, Nick?” you asked, leaning against the back of the car. 

“Aaron brought new people in,” he grumbled. 

“And let me guess, ya don’t like them?” you said, already knowing the answer. Nicholas was never happy when people “invaded” his home. It was most definitely the reason he didn’t like you.

“They’re arrogant and proud and the leader is some kind of psychopath,” he spat. You considered his words, trying to imagine his face as this new group strutted through the streets of ASZ. 

“They sound like my kind of people,” you grinned and he huffed, storming past you. Your eyes followed him, trying not to laugh at his immature nature when you spotted someone running towards you. You smiled even wider as Enid came jogging down the street. Her boots pounded against the pavement, her hair flew back behind her. Reaching you, she tossed her arms around you and you held her close, trying not to fall over. “Woah, easy there En, I’m operating on half a leg,” you joked.

Enid pulled back immediately, scanning you for your injury. “What’s wrong?” she asked, worried. You gripped her shoulder reassuringly. 

“Just a twisted ankle. I’m all good. Few days of rest and I’ll be back one hundred percent,” you promised. Enid gave you a small smile as she relaxed. “Grab that other bag in the back, will you?” Enid nodded and went to fetch the backpack you had loaded up with some new clothes for the both of you. You weren’t looking for supplies, but when you came across an abandoned boutique, you couldn’t help but pick up some jeans, socks, etc for your communal closet back at home. 

You hiked your own bag up onto your shoulder and then Enid was there, offering her arm as support. You gratefully slung your arm around her shoulders as you limped up the street. Enid looked at your shirt that was splashed with dark blood and wrinkled her nose. “Rough couple of days?” she asked. 

“No more than usual,” you said, shrugging off your appearance. “I heard about the new people. Anyone interesting?” 

“Haven’t really paid them any attention,” Enid said, looking at the ground. 

“Meaning you’ve observed them from afar and you don’t trust them,” you said, easily seeing through her facade. 

“They have a baby,” she said, looking back up at you, “and some of them seem nice, but I don’t know.”

“Well, Nicholas looked less than thrilled.”

“Not really surprising,” Enid scoffed. She hated Nicholas as much as you did, but she wasn’t as vocal about it as you. The two of you headed up the road, passing a few of the neighbors here and there. Since arriving, they hadn’t completely warmed up to you, but you weren’t a neighborly person before the Apocalypse and you weren’t going to start now. As you and Enid slowly made your way towards the center of town, you could see some of the new people. There were about seven of them milling around the gazebo talking to the Monroes. Deanna was explaining something to who you figured was the leader based on his stance and the way he stood at the head of his group. Aidan was by his mother’s side and Spencer looked as if he was trying to get the attention of one of the women, a pretty brunette who looked as if she’d rather lay in a pile of Dead than speak to him. 

As soon as you were in his sights, however, Spencer pushed away from the woman and walked toward you, his arms spread wide. “Well be still my heart, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) has returned to us!” he bellowed, strutting towards you. 

“Gross,” Enid muttered under her breath and you had to bite your cheeks to keep from laughing. Spencer stopped in front of you and beamed down at you. 

“Spencer,” you greeted. 

“What’s wrong, you hurt?” he asked, his brow furrowed. 

“I’m fine, Monroe. Enid makes a pretty great crutch,” you joked. Spencer laughed, earning a glare from the teenager at your side. He coughed awkwardly. 

“If you need help, I could give you a lift home,” he said wagging his brows. Enid gagged and then started to pull you away from him. 

“I think we got it from here!” You called over your shoulder at him. This time you did laugh, unable to keep a straight face anymore. “That is why we don’t have friends,” you whispered to Enid. 

“We have Aaron,” she pointed out. 

“This is true,” you agreed, pulling her tighter against you. As you passed Deanna, you gave her a salute. She then ushered you towards her and you begrudgingly nudged Enid over to your leader. 

“(Y/N)!” Deanna greeted, “I’m glad you’re home.” 

“Me too,” you said as you tried to keep the weight off your bad ankle. Enid stood next to you quiet as a mouse and you squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, knowing how uncomfortable she was in social situations. 

“This is Rick Grimes,” Deanna continued, gesturing to the man in front of her. “He and his family came here a couple of days ago. They’re actually staying in the house across from yours.” She then turned to Rick, “(Y/N) is one of our best fighters and helps keep this place safe.” Rick reached out to take your hand and you met him halfway. When you let go, you glanced down at your red smeared palm. 

“Sorry about that,” you said sheepishly as you wiped the dried blood on your jeans, “I think that was from either an accountant or a really bad dressed lawyer.” A laugh came from behind Rick at your joke and you saw a very pretty brunette woman. Her dark eyes met yours and she awkwardly smiled at you. 

“Sorry,” she said to Rick, “it was funny.” Rick shook his head at his friend, clearly amused. “I’m Tara,” she said with a small wave. 

“Hey,” you greeted with a smile of your own. Turning your attention back to Rick, you grabbed your backpack strap tightly. “I’d love to talk more, but if I don’t get off this ankle soon, I’m going down and taking Enid here with me.” 

“It was nice to meet you,” Rick said and you nodded to him. Enid, gripped you tight and started to pull you towards home. 

“Bye!” Tara said as you walked away. You shot her another smile over your shoulder before disappearing around the corner. 

“I like that one,” you said to Enid who just rolled her eyes. 

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As Rick and the others watched you and Enid leave, Aaron jogged up to the group. 

“I just made a complete fool of myself, didn’t I?” Tara asked Abraham who clapped her on the shoulder. 

“Seems that way, sugar plum!” Abraham said. Tara hid her face in her hands while Glenn patted her back in solidarity. 

“Was that (Y/N)?” Aaron asked, looking up the street. 

“She just got back,” Aidan told him. 

“How long has she been here?” Michonne asked Deanna. 

“What would you say, Aaron? Six months or so?” Deanna asked, turning to Aaron who turned his attention back to the people before him. 

“Yeah, I brought her and her father here after that big wind storm,” Aaron said, nodding. 

“Her father is here too?” Tara asked and then the Monroes and Aaron got quiet. “What?”

“He’s missing,” Aaron explained. “He went outside the walls about a month after they got here and then just never came back. That’s why (Y/N) goes out there so much. She’s looking for him.”

“He was a cop,” Spencer added, leaning against a lamppost. “She found his shield not that long ago, but that’s all the evidence we’ve seen.” 

“Didn’t nobody help her look?” Daryl asked, sizing up the older Monroe brother. 

“We did,” Spencer shot back. “But we can’t chase ghosts forever.” Aaron then shot an annoyed look at Spencer and Rick caught it immediately. 

“(Y/N) has been nothing but an asset to Alexandria since she got here,” Aaron defended. “She has saved your life twice, Spencer, not to mention how she puts everyone else before her, especially Enid.”

“Enid’s the girl?” Michonne asked, remembering Carl mentioning her at some point. Aaron nodded. 

“Enid wouldn’t talk to anyone after she got here. The girl had just lost her parents and it was hard even getting her to eat some days. Then (Y/N) had shown up and those two bonded immediately. They’re like sisters now.” 

“Aaron,” Deanna interjected, “nobody is saying she isn’t important, but you know we all worry about her.” 

“And you also know that until she finds him or a body, she’s not going to stop,” Aaron said before turning away and walking up the street towards your house. 

“Aaron is very protective of them both,” Aidan explained. Rick nodded, understanding immediately. You and Enid were his family.

———

By the time the sun set, you couldn’t take being on the couch anymore. 

Enid had gone off to do whatever she did when she disappeared either between the houses or beyond the walls. You had been worried about her at first, but soon learned to trust her to keep herself safe. You figured if she had survived all that time alone without any issues, she could handle it just fine in the surrounding woods. The only rule you had was that she had to tell you she was leaving and then get within your sights when she came back so you knew not to go trekking through the woods to find her.

Looking around the living room, you began to get annoyed with the vacant walls and pushed yourself to your feet. Shoving your feet back into your boots, you headed to the garage. You could already hear Enid’s chastising voice in your head as you ignored her earlier command of staying off your feet for the rest of the day. 

However, boredom was not something you coped with well. Pulling up the large garage door, you clicked on the light switch and began sorting through all of your supplies. Anytime you came home with food, medicine, or essentials, you always put it in the communal storage, but anything else you found that wasn’t necessarily vital to the survival of Alexandria, you kept it in the garage. 

It was mostly things you found on your way out of a place. Old records, obsolete technology, books, or even parts for cars, bikes, etc. It was like having your own thrift shop in your house and the miscellaneous items always gave you a bit of comfort. You figured it was because they all reminded you of how things used to be.

You were sorting through an old box of punk albums when you heard a knock against the side of the garage door. You turned to see Tara standing there, a small smile on her face. 

“Hi,” you greeted, setting down the record in your hands. Tara clasped her hands together, gently rocking back on her heels. 

“Hi, back,” she said and then cringed at her own words causing you to laugh. 

“I’d offer you a beer but I think all we have is half-empty water bottles,” you said, leaning against the workbench. Tara chuckled and then began walking around the garage, looking at everything you had collected. 

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Tara said, gesturing to your task. You waved her off. 

“Ah, I was just trying to keep my hands busy,” you said, “Couldn’t take any more of my walls staring back at me as I did nothing.” 

“How’s your foot?” Tara asked, gesturing to the bandage peeking out the top of your boot. Enid had expertly wrapped it for you when you had gotten home. 

“Bit sore, but I’ve had worse, you know?” She nodded. “And what about you?”

“Me? My foot’s fine,” Tara said, confused. You laughed again and she blushed slightly. You couldn’t help the thrill that went through you at the thought that you made this beautiful woman blush. 

“I meant, how are you doing here?” You clarified, gesturing around. “How are you settling in?”

“Oh!” Tara exclaimed, “Yeah, it’s a bit of an adjustment. We were on the road for so long and I don’t know, this is all very alien. Though, it is nice not to be looking over your shoulder every few seconds to make sure there aren’t any Walkers nearby.”

“Walkers? Is that what you call them?” You asked, intrigued. 

“Yeah, well, that’s what the others called them when I met them and it just sort of stuck.” 

“I suppose it’s a lot easier than saying Dead people or those things,” you said with a chuckle. “Walkers. I like it.” You both were quiet after that and then you coughed awkwardly as she stared at you. “Uh, Enid, she said you had a baby with you guys, how’s she or he doing?” Tara brightened at the mention of the child. 

“She’s great! Healthy as ever,” Tara said. “Her name is Judith, she’s Rick’s kid, well his other kid. There’s Carl too.”

“Two kids?” 

“Technically three with Noah, but he’s not a Grimes. He’s just a teenager we met in Atlanta a couple of weeks ago.”

“Sounds like you’ve had quite a couple of weeks,” you said, hopping up onto the table, crossing your ankles. Tara sighed as she walked over and leaned against the table next to you. 

“You have no idea…” she said, her eyes a bit far away. “Any advice for livin’ here?” Tara asked, returning her attention to you. 

“Stay away from Spencer?” You offered, causing her to laugh. 

“Oh, don’t worry, he’s not my type,” said Tara. 

“Good to know,” you said, staring down at your boots with a small smile.

-----

Once the two of you had gotten over the initial awkwardness, you found that you loved talking to Tara. She was kind, funny, and she always said what was on her mind. She had tried to walk back on some of the things she had said, but you encouraged her to never apologize for speaking her mind. 

Along with Tara, you had begun speaking with the other members of her group. Glenn was the first person to reach out and start a conversation. You had been hanging out on your front steps when he had come out of the house across the street with his wife, Maggie, and introduced himself. Maggie was kind, but you had to admit that she intimidated you. 

Then there was Michonne who had approached you about security measures. Deanna had made her and Rick constables for Alexandria. You weren’t sure why ASZ needed cops. It wasn’t as if any of the residents actually understood how the new world worked. You had explained that to Michonne, telling her that if the community was going to survive, then it’s original members needed to learn how it worked outside of the gates as well as in and breaking up petty fights and disagreements, wasn’t going to help their survival skills. She said she would take your advice to Rick and that was that. 

The only other member of Grimes’ group you had somewhat of a conversation with was the hunter, Daryl. You hadn’t meant to talk to him, but Aaron and Eric had invited him over to their house to work on the motorcycle that had sat undisturbed since before the Turn. You had tried to figure out a way to fix the damn thing, but mechanics weren’t your thing. However, Daryl Dixon was all over it. He looked at the bike like it was the Holy Grail. 

You had gone over to Aaron’s place in search of liquor when you found the redneck in the garage crouched down by the bike. “Finally,” you said, walking down the steps, getting his attention, “I was wonderin’ when someone was going to give that thing some love.” Daryl looked at you confused. “I’m (Y/N),” you said. 

“I know,” he responded. “Aaron’s friend.” 

“Is that what people call me?” you laughed making your way over to the cabinet at the other end of the garage.

“I don’t think it was meant as an insult,” Daryl said, getting to his feet.

“Never said it was,” you said, throwing him a wink over your shoulder. You opened the cabinet and pulled out a tucked away bottle of whiskey. Aaron and you had stashed them throughout both of your houses in places that both Enid and Eric wouldn’t be able to find. It had sort of become your inside joke, but you were pretty sure Enid knew about your hiding spots.

Cracking the top, you took a long pull. You then offered the bottle to Daryl. He hesitated for a second before shrugging and taking the bottle from you. He took a single sip and then handed it back. Daryl went back to the bike and you hung out for a bit longer. 

It took you a bit to get him to start talking, but when he did, he wanted to know about ASZ and if it was what it seemed. You explained that it was safe and as organized as it could be, but you made sure to tell him not to drop his guard. “Nothing lasts forever and nothing is perfect,” you said to him. He said he'd pass along the message to Rick and the others and then you left, leaving him to his bike, figuring you had bothered him enough. 

———

The next time you got Tara alone, she was sitting on the steps of Rick’s house. You were coming back from the armory when you noticed her. Her focus was on her feet as she played with a stray piece of grass. She looked up when your boots entered her line of sight. 

“Someone is thinking hard,” you said, crossing your arms. 

“Not really,” she said, smiling at you. 

“Want some company?” You asked and she slid over, offering you space next to her. “But really, what is going on in that head of yours?”

“Glenn got into with Aidan today,” she said and you nodded. You had heard the commotion earlier, but you figured you should stay out of it and went to help Jessie fix lunch for Sam. You weren’t really surprised though, Aidan was a hothead. 

“What was the fight about?” You asked. 

“Aidan is an idiot and Glenn called him out on it,” she said, looking towards the setting sun. 

“Yeah, that sounds about right. Let me guess, Aidan and Nicholas were playin’ with Walkers again.” Tara smiled at your use of the word “Walker” and then nodded. 

“So, that wasn’t the first time?”

“Nah,” you shook your head, “Found those two idiots doing it a few months ago. Playing with it like it was some kind of animal. I shot it in the head before they could screw with it any further.” Your firsts curled in your lap as you remembered. “They’re not just some thing, you know? They used to be people and the best mercy we can give them is to put them down.” 

“Your dad?” Tara asked, guessing where you head is at. 

“He was a cop, you know? A detective.”

“Yeah, I heard that,” Tara whispered. “Rick was a cop too.” That made you laugh. 

“I can see that,” you said, playing with your fingers. “I’m not delusional,” you told her, looking into her dark eyes, near pleading. 

“I know,” she said. 

“I know he’s probably dead, but I just want to find him if I can. I owe him that much. I just want you to know that I’m not holding out hope that he’s still alive out there.” 

“Would that be such a bad thing?” Tara asked. You gave her a small smile and reached over and squeezed her arm. 

“No, I guess not,” you whispered. 

“Well, next time you go out to look for him, come knock on my door,” Tara said, placing her hand over yours. 

“You don’t have to do that,” you said. 

“I lost my dad too,” Tara explained, “and my sister and my niece. I know what it’s like to lose people, but I know what happened to them. You don’t know and you deserve answers.”

“Thank you, Tara,” you said and you couldn’t ignore the fluttering in your chest as she smiled at you. Her dark hair blew in the slight breeze and with the sun slowly setting over the trees, she looked incredible. At that moment there was really only one thing you wanted to do, but of course, the universe had other plans. 

Enid came jogging down the street and the look on her face was enough for you to pull your hand away from Tara. “En?” You called. She looked at you and the stress on her face had you turning to Tara. 

“Go,” she simply said with a wink. You placed your hand on her shoulder quickly before crossing the street to Enid. You approached her and it looked as if she wanted to either punch something or lay in bed for a week. 

“Let me guess,” you said, “Ron?” Enid just nodded and you took her by the arm and led her inside, ready to listen to her teenage drama and if needed, tear a strip off a teenage boy. 

———

It was a couple of weeks before you took Tara up on her offer to accompany you outside the walls. 

Enid was going with you this time as well. She had been trying to convince you to take her on your searches for months now. It was only after she made her case that she would just follow you anyways that you decided to let her tag along. When you two went to meet Tara, she wasn’t alone at the gate. Daryl, Glenn, and Michonne were all geared up as well. 

“Are we havin’ a party?” you asked, approaching Tara. She smiled sheepishly. 

“They wanted to help and I figured more sets of eyes are better than just three,” Tara said. “You don’t mind, do you?” Tara was looking at you with worry, afraid she had overstepped, but you were touched by the sentiment. Leaning forward, you kissed her on the cheek quickly. 

“Not at all,” you said with a grin and moved past her to go open the gate. Glenn bit his lip to stop himself from laughing at the pure shock that had taken over Tara’s face. As Daryl went to get on his bike, the rest of you headed for one of the larger cars. You were going out a bit further this time. Closer to where your father had first disappeared.

You had been staying closer to ASZ in your search. If something had happened to him, you figured it was on the way back home and that you’d come across him, but so far there hadn’t been a sighting. “There’s a shopping complex about an hour North,” you said to Daryl who was going to lead on his bike. “It’s a straight shot up the freeway and turn off on exit 7B. The sign should still be there.” 

“Alright, just hit the horn if ya need somethin’,” Daryl said as he straddled the motorcycle. He offered his fist and you tapped yours to it. 

“Let’s get going before Spencer decides to show up,” you said, ushering everyone into the car. Daryl revved his bike and rolled out of Alexandria. You started the engine and the rest of you followed, waving to Eugene who was waiting to shut the gate behind you. 

The ride was silent at first. Enid sat next to you in the passenger seat, reading one of her comics. Tara sat in the back between Glenn and Michonne, kicking her feet up on the center console. It was like a really weird scene out of a road trip movie. After a few more miles, Glenn started to ask questions. 

“So what is up with that Spencer guy?” he asked, leaning forward.

“He’s annoying,” Enid commented. 

“True,” you said, agreeing. “I don’t know, Glenn, he’s just the kind of guy that is used to getting everything? I guess the end of the world just made that impossible. Typical trust fund boy unable to be better than everyone else.” 

“If he’s anything like his brother then he’s not going to last long,” Glenn said. 

“At least Aidan is man enough to leave Alexandria. Spencer rarely leaves and when he does, I don’t think he’s ever fired his weapon, let alone killed Walkers,” you explained. 

“He afraid?” Michonne asked. 

“Maybe,” you said with a shrug. “Though, to be honest, I don’t know him all that well.”

“(Y/N) mostly avoids him,” added Enid. You nodded in agreement. 

“Also true.” 

“And Deanna has been in charge the whole time?” Tara asked. 

“Yeah as far as I know,” you nodded to her in the rearview mirror. “I think people just like to feel some sense of normalcy, you know?”

“Nothin’ normal about the world now,” Tara said. 

“Don’t I know it,” you said, bumping her foot with your elbow playfully. 

“Where were you before Alexandria?” Glenn asked. 

“Here and there,” you said, “We moved around a lot. Never trusted people and it was always our luck that Walkers felt the need to herd up near us. I think the longest place we stayed in was an old movie theater just outside of Augusta. We were with a small group of people for a bit before we had to move on.” You could remember the look on your dad’s face when you had found that particular safe haven. He had thought it was a sign because of all the times you two had enjoyed going to the movies together. It was one of the last places you felt safe before Alexandria. 

“Didn’t you sleep in the Aquarium?” Enid asked and you started laughing. 

“That I did, En,” you said, remembering that particular night. “Word of advice my new friends, when the world goes to shit nobody is there to feed the animals and the tanks smell worse than an entire herd of Walkers.” Glenn howled in laughter at that while Michonne looked a little sick. 

The rest of the ride to the shopping center was surprisingly pleasant. Even Enid was joining in on the random chatter that was going on in the car. As you drove, you kept your eye on Daryl ahead of you, easily maneuvering the broken up roads. You couldn’t believe that a bunch of strangers were willing to help you look for your father. It had been months of searching and you weren’t even sure if he was out there walking around. He could have easily fallen victim to the Walkers themselves. The thought that you were only going to find pieces of him made you feel sick. 

Gripping the wheel tighter, you focused on the tail light of the motorcycle and just kept going. 

------

Arriving at the shopping mall, Daryl suggested you all stay together. 

Considering you didn’t want to be alone in the first place, you easily agreed. Walking through the many stores, you all took out Walkers that stumbled towards you. It was becoming routine to kill the monsters and it was as if your group was running on autopilot. Daryl always kept his bow loaded and Michonne kept her hand on her sword at all times. 

You made sure to keep Enid close to you and if it bothered her, she didn’t say anything. If anything were to happen to her, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself. She was the only family you had right now and you were determined to keep her alive at any cost.

About halfway through the mall, you were getting more frustrated. Blood was splashed over everything and you knew that something horrible had happened in the mall at the beginning of the Turn. You could easily imagine the screams and all of the people running as Walkers converged on the building. It must have been something akin to a horror film, you figured. 

Leaning against the railing of the second floor, you looked down towards an old sporting goods shop. With the smashed windows and blood trails, you knew it was probably one of the first places hit. Hell, even you and your dad had raided multiple shops on your way through Georgia. That thought alone made you straighten up. 

Pulling your gun from your holster, you headed for the escalator. “(Y/N)?” Enid called, but you ignored her, nearly jogging towards the metal staircase. You could hear the others following you, but you kept moving. Slipping over fresh blood and the occasional body part lodged in the mechanisms, you flew down the escalator.

Approaching the sporting goods shop, you froze, staring at the entrance. Someone had barricaded the main doors with displays and random pieces of furniture. The way the chairs were stacked and how the tables were resting so the legs were faced outwards told you everything.

Your dad had been the one to set this up. 

Emotions overtook you as you rushed forward, pulling at the barricade, your hands manic, and your breathing hard. More sets of hands joined you in dismantling the barrier. You kicked out at the different supports and finally made a hole big enough to fit through. You wasted no time in squeezing through and raising your weapon. Enid followed you with the others right behind. Walking through the aisles, you kept your gun handy, ready to fire on anything that came at you. 

You could hear Daryl knocking his knife against the wall trying to draw any Walkers out, but all remained silent. That is until you reached the back of the store. It was quiet at first. It almost sounded like it was farther away, but as you moved closer, the groaning noise increased. A part of you wanted to turn and run and not look at whatever was behind the fishing rod display. However, you knew that if you didn’t look, you would never get the sound of the groaning out of your head.

You slowly handed your pistol to Enid and unsheathed your blade. It felt as if your feet were made of lead as you crept towards the noise. Keeping your breathing steady, you stepped around the broken display. 

Your heart dropped out of your chest and your knees buckled at the sight. “No…” you gasped as your knees hit the floor. Sitting before you, half chained to multiple chairs with clouded eyes and a snapping jaw was your father. A sob escaped your throat as he struggled against his restraints. Based on how he was chained, you knew he had done it himself. Looking closer you could just make out a deep bite mark on the side of his neck. “Dad…” you whispered, reaching for him.

“Careful, (Y/N),” Glenn whispered behind you. You pulled your hand away and then dug into the pocket of your jacket, producing a detective’s shield on a chain. 

“I’m so sorry, Dad,” you said, letting the tears flow more. You moved closer to him, keeping an eye on his gnarled fingers that pawed at your clothing. You raised your knife and tried to see any of the colors in his long-dead eyes, but all that stared back at you were two empty white irises. He reached for you again and you shoved him back, trying not to think about his crumbling skin under your hands. “I’m okay, Dad,” you told him. “I have a new family now and remember Enid? She’s my person now, you know? We’re looking out for each other. I promise.” Your tears dripped onto his body as you held him back. “You can go be with Mom now and Tyler, they need you more. I love you so much.”

Lifting the knife above your head, you let yourself look at him once more before plunging it down into his brain. He went limp immediately in your arms. Removing the blade, you then took the shield and looped it around his neck. “I’m gonna be okay,” you whispered and then fell forward, sobbing. Enid was there in a second, wrapping her arms around your back and holding tight. All you could hear was your own crying and Enid’s soothing voice. 

You stayed like that for many moments, trying to grasp what was happening. You finally looked up as Daryl came toward you with a tarp in his hands. “We can bring him back,” Daryl said, kneeling down to your level. “Bury him properly.” You nodded, unable to speak. Daryl then gestured to the others and Tara was at your side helping Enid get you to your feet as Glenn, Michonne, and Daryl unchained your father’s body and wrapped him in the makeshift shroud. 

You watched as Daryl and Glenn lifted your father’s body from the ground and carried him from the store. Michonne followed, carrying the crossbow and her sword. Enid and Tara never let you go as you followed them. You didn’t even remember getting back to the car. You could hear Daryl starting his bike as the body was loaded into the trunk. You sat between Enid and Tara in the backseat while Glenn drove with Michonne in the passenger seat. Enid held your hand all the way home, but you could feel Tara leaning into you as well. Halfway home, your other hand found hers and she gripped yours tight. You were right, you had found your new family.

-----

When you returned to Alexandria, your mood was soured further as Spencer was the one to open the gate.

“You need to tell people when you leave, (Y/N),” he said as you followed Enid out of the car. 

“Back off, Monroe,” Glenn said, pushing past him towards the back of the car. Spencer then noticed how you looked nearly dead on your feet. 

“What happened?” he asked, but became completely silent as he watched Daryl and Glenn haul the body from the trunk. “Oh.” 

“Where’s Aaron?’ you whispered, keeping your eyes lowered. 

“Home, I think,” Spencer said. You nodded and moved past him. When Enid tried to follow you, you put out your hand. 

“I just need to see him alone, okay,” you said and she nodded, stepping back. You didn’t say anything further as you headed towards Aaron’s house. On the walk over, you couldn’t shake the images out of your head. Walkers were not a rare thing. You saw them every time you left Alexandria, but you had never seen someone you knew turn. At least not anybody close. The fact that he chained himself up to keep from hurting people hurt even worse. Even in death, your father was trying to be a hero. 

Arriving at Aaron’s, you climbed the steps and didn’t bother knocking. You moved through the house, finding him sitting on the couch in the living room. Eric was nowhere to be found. “Hey, you,” Aaron greeted, looking up from his book. He then saw the tears on your face and tossed the book aside. “What happened?”

“He’s gone,” you choked out and then fell into the spot next to him on the couch. 

“Oh, honey,” Aaron whispered as you lay down, your head resting in his lap. You cried as he smoothed his hands over your hair. 

“We brought him home,” you whispered. Aaron, gripped you tight as he mourned the man as well. He had immediately liked your father and the two of them had instantly fallen into comfortable conversations when Aaron had brought you back all those months ago. “We’re gonna bury him inside the walls.” 

“I think that will be nice,” Aaron said. “Maybe we can ask Father Gabriel to say something. You mentioned your dad was really religious, right?” you nodded. “And I can as Rick to help with a small funeral.” 

“Rick?” you asked, confused. 

“Well, he was a cop so he knows how funerals for law enforcement work,” Aaron explained. 

“Dad wasn’t really a detective anymore,” you whispered. 

“Still, he deserves to have a funeral. You do so much for this place, (Y/N), let us do this for you. For both of you.” You nodded and then held him closer as the emotional fatigue finally took you over. It wasn’t long before you slipped into the darkness and fell asleep, dreaming of the good days with your dad.

----

It was night by the time you woke up. 

Eric had lightly shaken you awake, mentioning Enid had been looking for you. He had kissed your cheek and told you he’d look after Aaron as always and then offered you his condolences. You hugged him and then headed home. After sleeping and your talk with Aaron, you were feeling a bit better, but you knew it was going to take some time. However, you were grateful that you had finally found him and gotten the answers you craved so much. 

If there was anything good to come out of all this, it was the knowledge that he was finally at rest and you didn’t need to worry anymore. That thought alone made you take a deep breath and tilt your head to the sky, feeling the cool air. It smelled like it was going to rain soon. 

As you approached your home, someone was waiting for you on the porch. More tension exited your body as you saw that it was Tara. “Hi,” she said softly. You joined her on the steps and smiled to yourself as this began to be a regular thing. “How are you doing? Or is that a stupid question?”

“I’m...managing,” you said. “I guess all the emotions took me by surprise. Maybe because I never expected to actually find him.”

“I’m sorry you had to find him like that,” Tara said. 

“New normal, right?” you asked, wiping at your tears that never seemed to stop. 

“I wish it didn’t have to be,” said Tara. You turned to look at her and in the moonlight, she looked...ethereal. Reaching up, you tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, letting your fingers linger on her skin. 

“Thank you for being with me today. Meant a lot,” you said. Tara reached up and took your hand in hers, folding it between both of hers. She then raised your hand to her lips and kissed the back of it. You sighed at the contact. 

“You’re gonna be okay,” she whispered, looking into your (Y/E/C) eyes, and then she seemed timid. 

“You are really something else, Tara Chambler,” you said, leaning in towards her. Tara met you halfway and as you pressed your lips to hers, warmth spread from your head to your toes. The kiss was quick, but it felt right. Pulling back you smiled at her softly. Tara wrapped her arm around your shoulder and you fell into her embrace. Tara ran her hand over your arm as she held you. 

At that moment as you mourned your father, you found something full of light to hold onto amidst all of the darkness and she was so beautiful.

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Notes about S2E3: Muninn

# As stated previously, Betty is the modern form of Sleipnir, and we see its reincarnation here.

# Note that on the newspaper Wednesday reads that is an article about how the “Deep State is watching”, a foreshadowing of Argos. 

# Ibis is seen here eating pieces of the corpses he dissects (something that Jacquel did in the novel).

# Argus Panoptes is mixed up with “Argus”, the dog of Odysseus. He is also referred to as a “peepin’ Tom”.

# Argus backstory is honestly a mess... The backstory is told in an Egyptian style. Ibis says that Argus Panoptes was rebirthed by Hera as a “god of surveillance” (it is actually merely a metaphor, and it is show that Argus had other incarnations before the American god of surveillance, but many people took it for literal). And it is mentionned that he was a god of surveillance before joining the New Gods - in fact it is the fading of his worship that pushed him to an alliance. 

# Argus is confirmed to be the eye seen in season 1 through the bank’s security camera.

# Argus is described by Wednesday as akin to Mr. Wood, a being that adapted into “something else”. It is mentionned that his “many eyes faded”, and that only his memories stayed intact - in the form of the Argus archives. Argus actually appears to the world as a private surveillance company - we can note that the symbol of the company appeared on the jumbo screens of the “Media reinventing herself” scene.

# Argus is connected to Black Briar and offers its “eyes” to them. We see he uses drones as part of his many eyes. When one of said drones is taken down by Muninn (or Huginn), the Caretaker complains that the system was not updated and the GPS files are corrupted. Tech Boy answers that he told Argus to upgrade the system, and complains that he is not a “micromanagement”. However Mr. World quickly tells Tech Boy to put “your man on the line” (here Argus is identified as an agent of Tech Boy). Mr. World mentions the “broken window theory”, and insists that visiting Argus instead of texting him is “per tradition”. Mr. World has this very interesting concept that “We build the new world on the ruins of the old”. 

# Before New Media appears, Mr. World has strange hand gestures - which almost makes it look like he is “downloading” informations from Technical Boy he then injects into the screen New Media comes out from. Or am I reading too much into this? 

# New Media appears dressed as a Japanese schoolgirl (some mentionned a Harajuku vibe), with a Hello Kitty-look alike on her collar (hinting at the influence of Japanese pop culture over the Internet and the youth). In the background you can see the screen she comes out from becomes full with social media posts of New Media - one can see Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat, a lot of selfies and videos... She is shown disdaining things that are “old”, and she also is seemingly aware of who, what and how her previous-self acted since she makes a reference to Media by imitating the Marilyn Monroe persona. Of course, one can see she literaly manifests emojis, emoticans and picture filters in the real world. She also refers to Argus as “the man with the fiber optic”. 

# The headquarters of the Argus company have a parabolic satellite antena. Wednesday explains that, for the “local tinfoil hats”, this building is a stronghold of the Deep State, the Illuminati and/or the Men in Black. But to the “local city council”, it is just an old warehouse filled with computers. And in Wednesday’s words, in the end “truth and lies mix up”. Again, it is mentionned that in the warehouse there are “miles” of fiber optic cables, and that “only the memories remain”. 

# Interestingly, we see Argus doesn’t just archive information, but also himself or rather his old versions. We get to see the “cast-away husks” he collected after he changed into “something else”. Here, we get to see the original Argus - the monstrous sheperd that was supposed to guard Io in the Greek mythology and was killed by Hermes. Apparently, only a sacrifice can allow one to move forward from this stage of the archive - the killing of Io. The fans have been splitting their head over what exactly the wooden tool Wednesday uses is - on top of that, it has an eye symbol engraved on it. 

# Wednesday mentions that Laura is a “revenant” and like all revenants, she is “single-minded”. Just like the archive and Argus, to move forward Laura needs change, but change only comes with a sacrifice. 

# We step away from all that to go to the Corn Palace, a strip-tease palace where live Old Iktomi, the Native American shapeshifter and spider-spirit (compared by the Jinn to Anansi). Actually it seems it was originally the “Porn Palace”, but the P neon letter “died” in such a way it looks like a C now. The Jinn describes Iktomi as “manipulating humans like puppets” and advices him to not look at him in the eyes. We also get to see another Native spirit - Gnaskineyan, “Crazy Buffalo” an evil spirit, looking here like a tall blind man. 

# The next incarnation of Argus seems to have been in Roman times - indeed, we see that Argus was at this point the caretaker of the Library of Alexandria, renowned as the greatest collection of knowledge in the world. It seems Argus is locked in a cycle of rebirths and deaths - more precisely murders. Indeed, Argus always end up killed, because he keeps repeating his original myth - guarding something for which he will die. He murder because he was the guardian of Io, burned down along with his library... Note here that the Library of Alexandria was located in Egypt - which might explain why Mr. Ibis had Argus story told through an Egyptian point of view. Also note that here, Argus had his eyes ripped out.

# Iktomi appears in a wheelchair (hinting at his decay as an Old God). He grows marijuana in the background of his Palace - it seems he is an expert at tricks and potions. I honestly don’t know why people keep saying Iktomi and Whiskey Jack are the same being when, from my researches, they apparently are not. Whiskey Jack is a Crane spirit from the cultures of Algonquian and Dene people, while Iktomi is a trickster from Lakota mythology. Yes, both are considered equivalents, but they are not the same. 

# We need an explanation on how Iktomi ended up having Wednesday’s spear. It seems Iktomi is also aware of Thoth, as he mentions he will be against the use of the spear for it is an “instrument of death”. 

# New Media of course uses hashtags in her talk. In her talks with Technical Boy she appears friendly, childish, energetic, but she has a snarky and nasty side to her hinting at her rivalry with the technology god. She explains that Tech Boy and her have “different audiences” and she mentions that she needs “bandwidth”. 

# Tech Boy threatens Argus to come back on their deal, which would have Argus “go back to trolling the Dark Web on IRC bots and Geocities pages” - so that’s what he as doing as a god of surveillance before taking a deal with the New Gods. Interestingly, we here have an incoherence - before Mr. World identified Argus as an agent of Tech Boy, but here Tech Boy has the hardest time acting as Argus boss, since the “surveillance god” says he was offered a deal by Mr. World and works only for him. 

# Odin explains that he wants Argus killed because he “plays both sides” (how? We never saw Argus help the Old Gods), and apparently to kill him Laura needs to stab the tattoo in his neck. Though one may actually see how he plays “both sides” by looking at what Argus says - he says that entropy leads to disorder and all systems evolve towards chaos, “even alliances with gods”. It seems as a result that Argus has a sort of nihilistic view - he doesn’t wish to partake in the war, or to really help one side or another because ultimately it doesn’t matter who wins this conflict. That’s why he is so rebellious against Technical Boy. Or at least it seems like it... 

# New Media, to interact with Argus, brutally switches personality - you can literaly see her change. She becomes seducing, flirty, very sexual. She visibly wants to take over Tech Boy by stealing Argus to herself. She mentions that she has “likes, shares and subscribers” and that everyone watches her, but what she wants is “someone to watch them back”. She wishes to “connect and merge” with Argus - which takes the form of a strange sexual scene. I personally believe this is a reference to “hentai” in its primal form - the typical diea of “sex with tentacles”. Indeed, in this episode New Media has a strong Japanese pop culture influence, and for those of you who don’t know, “hentai” originally was a form of pornographic art of Japanese culture, very old, and that often involved tentacles and sexuality with octopuses. However, the Internet took over this “hentai” style and turned it into a true meme, a recurring joke and a “common knowledge” and “popular trope” of Internet works - it is a literal representation of how the Internet takes back for itself forms of traditional art and turns them into something entirely new. 

Anyway, she talks about her “fusion” with Argus as a “synesgestic expanding” and a “marketing opportunity”. 

# Despite his death, Wednesday mentions that “Argus will come back”. Which hints that maybe Argus has enough belief/worship/popularity to keep living, contrary to the other Old Gods.

# It seems Bast is part of Wednesday’s plans, or will act at Wednesday’s request when she will “heal” Shadow. 

#american gods #season 2 #muninn #argus #new media #technical boy #mr. world #new gods #old gods #laura #iktomi

[louisa-townsend-fmp-hair]

2.

Human history is rich with hair trends, for centuries it has been cut, coloured and covered, styled, shaped and shown off. As Lauren Pilippon stated, “hairstyling is a genuine art form: it symbolically represents our transition from unkempt barbarians to civilised social beings. We are the only animals on the planet to give our hair so much care and attention”. As our priorities have shifted from the days of mere survival, self-consciousness has become a major factor in our growth as humans and, whilst it may be considered a vanity, our hair has become a great concern of ours.  In its most rudimentary state, hair provides protection from the sun’s UV rays and is a source of insulation in cooler climates. Inherently hair represents youth, vitality and fertility, making it a great point of sexual attraction when seeking a mate. Beyond that we have placed our own meanings, connotations, rules and prejudices on the stuff, we spend hours altering its physical state and as of 2018, the global haircare market was estimated to be worth about $87.9 billion. The transformative power of hair has raised the likes of Marilyn Monroe and Rita Hayworth from unknown beauties to Hollywood icons. Hayworth (born Margarita Carmen Cansino) changed her hair from dark brown to auburn and had an electrolysis treatment to alter her hairline whilst Monroe was famed for her platinum tresses which she got retouched every Saturday, flying her colourist from San Diego to Los Angeles every week. We idolise celebrities’ hair in the modern world in a very similar way to how the ancient Romans worshipped that of their gods and goddesses; one major difference however is that we have access to our idols. A growing phenomenon of the 20th and 21st century has been the auctioning of hair, with the record standing at $115,000 for a few strands of Elvis Presley’s hair. In these cases hair has performed as both a tool for self protection and a sentimental object to be preserved, its purpose is simultaneously functional and decorative; it must be for this reason that hair has become such a valuable tool to humans.

Hair has had a long history as a financial source. When wigs reached their height of extravagance in the 1770s, they required masses of real hair to build. Whilst some people in financially vulnerable positions would sell their hair to wig makers, many cases of hair-stealing crimes emerged. Some people were wrongly informed that hair removal was a medical treatment for fever, others were captured and had their hair forcibly removed. While cases like these are rare in Europe today, still in some Eastern cultures the selling of hair is commonplace practice. The non-consensual cutting of hair has been used in places such as c19th prisons and the Nazi concentration camps as an instrument of humiliation and control. Sociologist Anthony Synnott declared, hair is “a powerful symbol of the self”, with this in mind the removal of hair is a form of stripping away a part of ourselves. A warder at mill bank prison told Henry Mayhew (journalist and social reformer) that many inmates “[especially female prisoners] would rather lose their lives than their hair!”.  Cases such as these are valuable sources to study when considering the psychological impact our hair has on us and why we still give it so much importance today.

Hair has been strongly influenced by religion for centuries, but much like hair’s place in politics, this has shifted warped throughout time. In the English civil war, hairstyles became highly factionalised. The oppositions the Cavaliers and the Roundheads’ hair provided a symbol for their opposing ideologies. The long-haired Cavaliers believed in political and religious orthodoxy, they fought for the continuation of royalism as the divine right of kings proved royalty to be closest to god. Contradicting these beliefs were the cropped-haired Roundheads, parliamentarians by cause, they stood as revolutionaries for the partial democratisation of the British administration. These two sides utilised their appearance to express either rebellion or conservatism in a way that has been mimicked in waves throughout history and still today- it would be worth studying the origins of the punk movement with the use of hair to reflect rebellion. In other cases it is seen to be the cropped or shaven hair that is more holy. The early Christian church tried to stop people from wearing wigs, especially women as it was seen to be an offense to chastity and a visible connection with illicit pleasures to wear such an embellishment on the head. In the first century AD, Clement of Alexandria stated that it was impossible to receive the priest’s blessing offered by laying his hands over the head as the benediction could not pass through the hair of a stranger. This attitude was further reflected in the second century by the early Christian author, Tertullian, who believed that the personal disguise provided by a wig was adulterous even writing that “all wigs are such disguises and inventions of the devil… if you will not throw away you false hair as hateful to Heaven, let me make it hateful to you by reminding you that it may well have come from the head of a damned person or an unclean person” . These attitudes of the church were consistent across centuries with the Council of Constantinople even excommunicating a number of wig-wearing Christians in 692 AD. Whilst this is seemingly a more forceful dictation of how one must present in the church, for Buddhist monks, the act of shaving one's head embodies the humility and willingness to renounce earthly cares that are required of the religious practice. This therefore stands as an initiation process to shift the cause of one’s life. It would be worth exploring the sacrifice of hair in a consensual act, such as in this religious process,when studying the symbolism hair holds in our earthly lifestyles.

Different cultural movements through the ages have provided wildly opposing hairstyles and attitudes towards hair. In the 60s, influenced by bands like The Beatles and The Rolling Stones, a trend of longer, free growing hair swept the world. Music genres like glam rock and punk brought in their own aesthetics, heavily influencing the way hair was worn by both genders. And the anti establishment ideologies of the 60’s inspired wearing ones natural hair in a free afro style. However, perhaps the largest and most influential hair trend of the twentieth century was the 1920s bob.  In 1909 Antoine de Paris cut the hair of French actress Eva Lavallière, whilst the trend didn't gain momentum for around a decade, the work of this one hairstylist provided a foundation for radical change to grow. The 1920s bobbed hair phase provided women with a hairstyle that both visually represented and practically supported the emergence of womens’ liberation. Singer Mary Garden was in her 50s when she cut her hair and she wrote of the experience to have a profound effect on how she viewed her role as a woman. “Bobbed hair is a state of mind and not merely a new manner of dressing my head” she stated, “to my way of thinking, long hair belongs to the age of general feminine helplessness. Bobbed hair belongs to the age of freedom, frankness, and progressiveness.” Former trends from the Victorian and Edwardian eras were characterised by the abundance of accessories including postiches, padding and ornaments. The bob offered a complete antithesis to these fashions. The style embodied the freedom and youthfulness that characterised the ‘new woman’, it worked with new technological advancements such as the car, which had an open top which would have ruined a victorian padded coiffure. It also reflected the shorter, swinging hemlines that characterised the new style of dress. It was accessible to all and cheap to maintain, meaning women had far more time to do other things. The new style wasn't entirely accepted with open arms however. In 1923 a report appeared in the newspaper that some hairdressers refused to cut bobs for women unless they were married and their husband approved due to great backlash many of them received from the men in their client’s lives. Issues became more serious in situations like that of Mexico city in 1924 when the Archbishop denounced the bobbed fashion and excluded women with the style from church. Some self-appointed vigilantes took it upon themselves to seek out the wearers of the style and forcibly shave them as a punishment. This resulted in a mass of riots across the city  between armed soldiers and many students. An even worse case of intolerance came later in the 1920s in China where the execution of women with these short styles was introduced; it was interpreted as evidence for the support of oppositional politics. This hairstyle change took place in an era of great societal shift. Whether the style was a product that adapted to this new female behaviour, or the style itself encouraged a new way of living, it's not clear; what is clear however is that it signified a great turning point in gender politics. The new ‘boyish’ look  provided an opportunity for young women to take on roles that were previously only given to men, sparking opposition but ultimately forming a new path for the modern woman to evolve. Specific movements like these can seem frivolous on the surface but under better scrutiny, we can find great power in the way hair has been used to oppose and change politics. I think this is a really interesting starting point to then consider the impact hair has on today’s world.

From classic literature to fairytales, folklore to films, hair has been a major part in creating a character’s identity. Classically tropes like blonde hair have been attributed to the good, innocent heroines of stories, her youth and purity, as well as charm and good luck signified by the fair hue meant she was promised the happy ending. Contrastingly the dark haired woman has always held an air of danger and fierceness. I think the classic stories we have all grown up hearing, whether they are fairy tales or old legends, could provide an interesting indicator for how we subconsciously judge hair still to this day. Through studying the ways in which the entertainment media depict hair, I believe we may be able to shine a light on many of our internalised stereotypes linked with hair and thus re educate our initial assumptions.

[lupienne]

Disjointed 193 thoughts

I'm at work, I'm bored and so I'm gonna ramble about TWD comic stuffs.

[[MORE]]

Although there's not shit I can do about it, I'm just getting more dissatisfied thinking of TWD's end. Some characters had a nice wrap up to their story, sure, but it was so rushed and abrupt to fans who were invested in this world and characters. Like wtf. At the same time, I don't know how he could have surprise-ended it otherwise without a timeskip and wrap up. But that was just it, I guess. It was like a long story where the final chapter is not the climatic last act but instead an epilogue just blandly explaining what happened.

Commonwealth was such a dull last arc imo, and I really disliked it to the point I was gonna wait for the next arc and see if there was something better coming (that's a hard No.) I disliked how huge Commonwealth was and how much they progressed vs other long standing communities like Hilltop and Alexandria. It was like this convenient fast-forwarded look into how the world might be again, someday. Someday being like... When Carl is old. But nope, there it was, as if summoned up by a blue-tinted Will Smith.

I don't like killing Rick off just to end everything, like it was just fulfilling the promise that Rick dies before it ends. Also, I know Rick is fucking amazing and all but did he really do that much for Commonwealth? It's not like he built the damn thing. They did all that on their own. Pamela kind of got the Negan Savior treatment in that she kept people safe and led them,not perfectly but hey... She should still get credit for it. I get it, Rick stopped a war and got rid of the 'tyranny' but who says it wouldn't have just happened anyway. Anyway, I'm just saying, Rick's godlike status is kind of overblown. Esp when other characters get glossed over. Without Negan the saviors would be dead, without Douglas Monroe Alexandria wouldn't have existed. Don't get me wrong, Rick deserves to be remembered and revered. It just seems over the top, but then again, we were denied seeing the world grow because of what he did. We got condensed ending-in-a-can.

And Negan. Of course. Was I glad to see him, fuck yeah. Was I thrilled with PS Negan lives, fuck yes. But that panel implied he's still, - still- pining over his wife that died like 25 years ago now. Is he? Is that what we're supposed to get out of it, that he's become this sad hermit laying on his wife's grave like Rick might've done without his responsibilities to Alexandria? I hate how over and over, Negan is painted as awful. Oh, he was such a baaaaaad leader to the Saviors. No fucking credit for keeping them alive. No credit for even being the catalyst to unite all communities. (if it hadn't been for them fighting Negan, would all those groups have joined up?) No credit ever for saving Dwight, Rick's, and Alexandra's bacon. This guy gets a redemption arc that's utterly ignored by everyone and that's fine if he learns from it and goes on to live with another group. This big social butterfly that he is, this exuberant extrovert. Nope, we get the implication he's all alone, and so accustomed to it or perhaps so self-hating that he avoids talking to Carl? Come on, Negan is talented and deserves so much more. I'd rather have seen a full circle to Here's Negan and witnessed a much-better-behaved Negan coaching football to kids in the Commonwealth!

I love that Carl cares about him. But I'd love even more to see they had regular contact and conversations. The notion that Negan is alone will never sit right with me.

Then again, it's one panel and perhaps just one tiny part of Negan's life and it is sweet to see he still loves his Lucille.

Ok, I have more but I probably should get back to work and I think these are the biggest thoughts in my head right now.

#Twd comics #Comic Negan #Lup rambles #So so much #Spoilers

[merlesgirl47]

An Introvert’s Nightmare Part 1

A/N: This was intended to be a one shot that turned out to be super long so I broke it down into two parts. This was inspired by the scene where Sasha has her freak out at the Monroe party in Alexandria. Contains smut, as usual.

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Glancing over my elegant reflection in the mirror one last time, I nodded in satisfaction. My jet black hair flowed in perfect, loose curls around my shoulders, my small features were lightly painted with makeup to bring out my natural beauty, and the skin on my exposed shoulders and cleavage glowed from the shower I had just taken not even 45 minutes ago. The slinky, midnight blue evening gown I had on accented all my normally hidden curves and brought out my cerulean eyes perfectly. I didn't recognize my own reflection. I felt like I was staring at another woman, but I knew I looked amazing nonetheless.

I felt strange and unfamiliar in my classy costume as I traveled down the steps to the bottom floor of my brand new place. Gowns, makeup, and the flat dress shoes which adorned my feet weren't items I usually wore. I had never owned fancy clothes before the dead started roaming the earth. I had been a complete and total tomboy. Hoodies, t-shirts, jeans and hiking boots had been my choice of clothing, not outfits made for a royal princess.

However, tonight wasn't your usual evening. Everyone in my group had been invited to the Monroe's for a formal welcoming party. We had just arrived in Alexandria a few days ago, and Deanna was throwing a social gathering so all of us newcomers could mingle with the town's occupants, and we could get to know each other.

https://www.wattpad.com/465589613-merle-dixon-one-shots-a-never-ending-collection-an

#Merle Dixon #merle dixon fan fiction #smutfic #Smut

[stupendousrebelpuppy]

AOC’s ‘tax the Rich’ Gown Isn’t a Threat! Congresswoman Indeed

AOC’s ‘tax the Rich’ Gown Isn’t a Threat! Congresswoman Indeed

Jonathan Cook • September 14, 2021 The left is currently dividing very publicly over a viral clip on social media of AOC – Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez – arriving on Monday night at an exclusive gala event in New York in a slinky, white satin, off-the shoulder, Marilyn Monroe-style gown with large red writing across the back demanding: “Tax the Rich.” Maybe “divided” isn’t quite the right word. As…

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[stone-man-warrior]

January 25, 2021: 4:02 pm:

An airplane flew over my house at dawn today.

It was a small one. The dawn airplane would not be unusual... 10 years ago... as the early morning small airplane flyover happened everyday at dawn, on it’s way towards the north, then return at about 4:00 pm to towards the south.

I can’t recall when, but at some point, the early morning airplane to the north at sunrise, stopped happening everyday at dawn. The timing seems to have been all the changed, as the return flight south of that small airplane at about 4:00 pm continues. I am not seeing or hearing the airplane at dawn, instead, it’s either taking a different route, or is on a different schedule than usual.

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Last night at about midnight, I took a walk out to the mailbox with two big framing hammers, 26 oz Vaughn “California Framer” and a lighter, 22 oz Eastwing demo hammer.

I needed to open the mailbox.

Joe Biden glued the fucking mailbox shut, so, hammers... have to open the mailbox.

On the way there, at the part of my driveway near my gate where I call it “The Valley of Death”, is where I encountered the terrorist bitch who Joe Biden ordered to be sent here to fuck with me.

“Who are you?” I said, sternly.

“It’s not Rick... nix is caught” replied a combination of live words and electronic communication device utterances from the intruding terrorists Christian Pirate assassin bitch that Joe Biden sent here, with super glue.

The assassin was wearing a “Pixel Suit” invisible camouflage electronic suit, laying on the ground at the edge of my driveway.

“THUD”... I said.

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1-26-2021: 1:11 am: additional:

The terrorist bitch said: “Ooof!”

(I forgot about about that part)

(you have to pay extra for the “Ooof!”)

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Then... “Idiot” I said some more.

I walked to the mailbox to open it. The mailbox is smarter than the terrorist bitch, opened right up when I asked it to.

I could hear some moaning from my driveway on return walk along Jackpine. I stopped at the end of my driveway, to listen. Then, someone at Monroe’s front porch said “play the tape”, then, a repeat of “Who are you” and “It’s not Rick... nix is caught” and “THUD” (then “Ooof!”) and “idiot” was heard from over there, about 200 feet away.

I walked briskly back to my house. There was some movement about three feet away from me as I walked through the Valley of Death near my driveway gate.

I checked the car door, it’s glued shut also, have to get a bigger hammer for that.

There was no mail in the mailbox, just air in there.

The Superglue on everything causes a situation where the victim needs to undo what was glued shut, and in that confusion, that moment of “what the fuck is going on with this fucking thing... it’s stuck... hmmm... darn... ok... pull this... smack this over here... shit... I broke it some more... have to get a hammer”... that is when the Democrat terror bastards attack with a sword, after flooding the area with poison gasses.

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5:08 pm:

https://twitter.com/NicolaSturgeon/status/1353774041044307968

https://twitter.com/BBCNews/status/1353862461234044929

https://twitter.com/NBCNews/status/1353831267087867905

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMD2TwRvuoU

This theme is playing out now with news from Twitter.

With just that much there, I can specify that the terrorist bitch in The Valley of Death was Cynthia Manning, or, a replacement  of Cynthia Manning,

The terror orders originated with a few Tweets from Boris Johnson:

Here, he passes the torch to Sturgeon, and the theme changes to “Fire Woman“ by The Cult.

https://twitter.com/BorisJohnson/status/1353713505879420928

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPY8Qn3DSB4

These are the original orders from Johnson to Joe Biden, to work together to remove a common pain in their asses, even though Biden and Johnson are leaders of opposing terror army’s. Johnson is smooth, remains calm, reaches out to an enemy, Biden, to kill me, a man who is taking the global terrorist leaders to the ground, while held captive by both of them.

Boris hands to the controls to Sturgeon, who arranged that Cynthia Manning would be the operative, backed by a lot of Democrat support, in a unusual alliance between two opposing terror army’s,

SAG/Britain/Trump/Johnson/Benedict

and

SAG/Biden/Vatican (Bergoglio/Google)/Britain

https://twitter.com/BorisJohnson/status/1353080620491165699

There are lots more pieces to this Twitter/Google/YouTube communication of global terrorism hit commands today, yesterday, day before.

I only presented a small part of what is available for decode.

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5:35 pm:

Modern social conditions require that it is the responsibility of the murder victim, to solve their own murder details.

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5:37 pm:

These photos are available online, the books they were printed in may have all been destroyed, however, this is also part of the theme used as shell language for a murder hit, are unspoken, but Stonehenge is me, for this set of communication, and my mailbox hinge, and car door hinge, was glued shut to suit the theme for further discussion and symbolism:

Stonehenge is part of the Russian Mother of all Hoaxes.

They want to create a situation that will show that this account is like Stonehenge.

The information in this account is as real as real can get.

The TV news, newspapers, and much of recorded AD history, and more, is what is false.

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5:47 pm:

I want to try to teach you how a crucifix works in modern times, for symbolic use, as a way to say terror marching orders in print, video, internet... everywhere information has been documented and recorded in some way, from blocbuster movies, to cave drawings from ancient times, to a song on the radio, to one small beep on you cellular phone, from hieroglyphics Egyptian rock carvings, to technical writings used for constructing International Space Station.

All recorded history of everything that was ever written, or could be described with words is included in this symbolism.

These are ASCII symbols:

This one represents the vertical member of the Pope’s Crucifix:

Alt + 23: ↨

 ↨

This is Alt + 22: ▬

▬

Those are two ASCII parts of a Crucifix.

“Jesus was a Carpenter”, he had to nail together his own Crucifix, that is why he is a Carpenter. Those are the parts necessary for Jesus to build his Crucifix that he will be nailed onto. There are probably some nails in the ASCII codes. you can go find those on your own, send an apprentice for that, tell him you need a box of “Toe nails”.

The vertical member of the Pope’s Crucifix is the place where all of that recorded history is contained, Google keeps it all organized these days, but it was not always Google’s job for that, they had Britannia Encyclopedia before there was Google for collecting all of the information.

So, at the top of the Pope’s vertical part of the Crucifix, is music, the Vatican Choir singing a Middle C is there, at the very tippy top.

Other music, and sounds, audible things are below that top C note (C note is also $100 bill, a C note, has Franklin on there, is a “Dead Bitch”, and marks the grave)

Below the music, is layers of written news, video is down below the horizontal member, all of the information, contents of the Library at Alexandria (dead bitch) and more, is all arranged along the height of the vertical member. Pornography is all located at about Ground Level, is “Sodomy” on the ground level, and then Snuff movies, torture, and true stories of bloody war, are located below ground level where it is planted on the graves.

So, news media terror “Poly the Parrot” is able to reach in there, to grab something, anything will work, but, they can be selective, to pull out from all of that history, some set of details that are in there, it’s a “Pandora’s Box” of stuff.

Then, when Jesus shows up, someone who wrote down something about terrorism, someone who saw the enormous Christian Pirate Ship and told about what they saw, that is when Jesus will become a Carpenter, to nail together his or her own grave marker, the Pope’s Crucifix. The act of writing something about the Christian Pirate Ship, such as decoding that the modern day lead vessel is the HMS Eleanor Rigby, captained by I O Downing Street, or, that the Admiral of he Christian Pirate Fleet is all of the Pope’s that ever were, and are called “The Jim Dunlop” aboard “The Flying V”, or any other smaller details of the Christian terror, is when the news media sets into motion, a theme they grab from somewhere along the height of the vertical part of the Crucifix. There are many terror cells, so, many themes can all be playing out simultaneously for use a shell language to use to capture Jesus, so he can be tortured, used, nailed to the mast of the pirate ship... information is the wind that moves the boat, so, every Jesus has some power to move the boat forward.

That thing that was grabbed by newsmedia as a theme, is this thing on the ASCII codes:

Alt: 16: ►

►

It represents a 16 year old terror apprentice, disposable terror captive trained pirate who has no choices but to run with the ball, that thing that was grabbed from the Library at Alexandria by newsmedia, it’s just a selection of information taken from the archives, to use as a theme, something to bury command language within, is all it is, is handed to a young disposable terror soldier, symbolically.

That ►, is placed on the far left side of the ▬ horizontal axis part of the Pope’s Crucifix, and Jesus is prepared to run with the ball towards the right side of the Crucifix horizontal member.

It works out most of the time, where that 16 year old disposable terrors soldier is the targeted victim who wrote something down about having seen the Christian Pirate ship, and has to run a gauntlet of terror to the other side on the right. Obstacles of unbelievable circumstance are placed in the path of the victim who is trying to break free, to go towards the right.

The victim starts the journey on the left side of the Pope’s Crucifix. The obstacles are universally enormous.

(this is high resolution image, zoom in to see how Jesus must run on the thin blue line, while surrounded by waves of green in a gauntlet of obstacles)

Over here, way over on the right side of the horizontal member of the Pope’s Crucifix, is where the victim needs to go, to find some peace, and some freedom.

Very few people survive the Gauntlet, to reach freedom.

There are only three points to a Crucifix, the one that is below ground is not visible, but it’s the one on the far right that is not there, because the Gauntlet is never ending, so, that point that is underground on the vertical member, is where the snuff movies are at, just a little bit below pornography, and that is why Virgo is on the far right of the horizontal member, as shown. no one gets snuffed, without first being fucked many times over, along the journey of the Gauntlet contained on the Pope’s Crucifix.

The Pope is the captain of a pirate ship that collects souls at ground zero, where the Hero, is Sodomized.

Grounds Hero at Ground Zero, or, Grounds Xero, as your gender designates.

Xerox, is the replacement copy who takes your place to vote.

This is not a new thing, is 2021 years old.

There are no people willing to fight against it. It’s a Big Yellow Airplane the no one can see.

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That is also a representation of what happens to people once they are about 16 years old, and are controlled by the church. I told two stories at once, so, you need to do your own research to see what parts of that explanation suit the way your own life is going. The formula for generic control, is customizable for specific murder hits.

See that Jesus never really reaches the far right side to freedom on the horizontal member, instead, he falls off somewhere, gets planted into the ground, and becomes the part of the vertical member, under the ground, where the snuff movies are categorized by Google.

See, that when news media, (Laura Ingram) talks about the “Far Left”, that is a place where some kind of Jesus is prepared to run a Gauntlet, towards the “Far Right”, and, you need to also see, that there really is no “Far Right”, it never ends, keeps on going forever, eternally planted into the ground after Jesus is buried, and becomes the Crucifix he built, is Vested, as “Journeyman Carpenter”.

Jesus, for the news considerations, could be a terror attack scenario playing out over time. Far Left is where it begins, then it progresses to the right, while they track it’s progress toward a long term goal, or a short term one.

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7:19 pm:

Typical Internet Browser Refresh Button:

Is a crucifix, when Jesus falls off along the Gauntlet towards the right, and is planted into the ground, then, the replacement terror Christian Pirate absorbs that persons ID, there whole life, is harnessed to continue in place of the Jesus who fell off of the right side of the horizontal member while trying to dodge the incoming obstacles of the Gauntlet.

Refresh.

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                                 @ Knowledge E = MC² is this:     ----------------------------------------G>     (Gnosis--->                                                   @ Knowledge

The Gnosis are the lies told by the Christian Pirates for the past 2021 years. They are all contained in all of the recorded history of the world. As Real Knowledge tries desperately to catch up to the lies, to measure them, to keep them in check, the Gnosis of lies gains more velocity at a rate that doubles with each measurement attempt, while a real measurement is not attainable.

That is what E = MC² says, when the equation is fully worked out and a proof done.

E = MC² is somewhere on the second page of about four pages of math.

It’s the simplest form of the expression of the statement I used a few arrows and dashes to show.

Just so you know, Albert Einstein was a genius, but, he became a Vested Journeyman Carpenter as a result of his work.

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Benjamin Franklin is another kind of story about secret knowledge.

I don‘t have the answers enough to say a conclusion about Ben Franklin.

I have some puzzle parts to share:

Franklin is the only person on US Currency who is not a US President, not counting a Buffalo, or coins.

Buffalo’s are not Buffalo’s anymore, they are “Bison“.

Ben is said to have flown a kite in a thunderstorm.

It won‘t work, you cannot fly a kite in a thunderstorm, something else happened.

A kite is another way of saying “Flag”, “Jack”, “Message”, “note”.

If you fly a kite, while the kite is aloft, a paper note with a tear, attached to the string, will somehow travel the length of the string to meet the kite, while aloft. Is a mystery why that happens, is secret knowledge.

Mr. Franklin was a lot of things, his grave marker says he was a “Printer”.

They put him on a one-hundred dollar bill.

“Hun“ means “Bitch” in Italian, or French slang.... maybe some other language, I learned it in Italian.

HunDred = Hun Dred = Hun Arrrhhhgggg Red = Dead Bitch (is based on a Verb “To Arrrgghhh”; is the activity of producing a primal war cry at the moment the sword swings to produce the Ell of the cut it makes)

“Jam” is to pack full; is a spread of fruit also.

In some places, “to Jam”, is to move swiftly, “We be jammin“ is really bookin‘ along.

Ben Jammin’ a long time.

“Let me be Frank with you”

“Frankly, we be jammin‘“

Benjamin Franklin is a mystery.

Something my brother used to say when he saw a hot chick somewhere:

“Must be jelly, ‘cause jam don‘t shake like that”

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8:28 pm:

Find the people who mapped the first 255 ASCII symbols, to find Christian terror pirates. Hint: Bill Gates used to say “The” in between every other word he spoke.

@ = Alt 1600

Happened later. ============

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9:10 pm:

https://twitter.com/i/events/1353786909659545601

Do math:

I once knew a friend, who refused be anyone’s friend, was hassled a lot in 1969. John Shipman.

He was very big kid, like a “Fat Albert” sort of kid.

The other kids called him “Bathtub”, because he was as heavy as a cast iron bathtub.

Shipman = Tubman

A hull of a cast iron tub of a boat. A Cast Iron Dingy.

Biden says they are on sale, $20 at the Church Yard Sale.

Joe’s WH Press Secretary does not have the word “Currency” in her vocabulary, is not wearing any makeup, and has a T-Shirt on for the national WH update. Is Substandard WH Press Release Subject Matter.

Bill Cosby: Buck Buck, from “Bill Cosby, Revenge”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sv65fZ5yRk8

Bill Cosby is a very funny fellow.

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9:44 pm:

Bathtub Drain Plug, Two-Pack.

From Ebay:

Comes in black & grey.

https://www.bing.com/shop?q=Bathtub+drain+plug%2c+two+pack&FORM=SHOPTB

With time:

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9:51 pm:

Speculation:

Chinese Size:

(BTW: I am a white guy, Scottish descent. It won‘t help to round up or hurt Chinese people, or Scots.)

Joe Biden is a Shoe Cobbler, a Seventh Day Adventist Christian terror cannibal pirate who hunts virgins at the Elementary Schools.

The Tubman $20 terror comm from White House looks like a way to say:

“Bayonet”

and that translates to a Mutiny aboard the Pirate Ship, at the Bay, where the O says there is a Net.

The O is that gal in the green tee shirt.

Tea Shirt.

Boston Tax Party at the Bay.

If there are REAL POLICE anywhere near there, to do a net, then your cover is blown.

US Government is a Leaky, Leaky highway of child trafficking done by Christian pirates for the take over, and advance towards Global Domination Under the Cross.

That press secretary is showing all of the signs of a SDA terror soldier. She looks innocent, is presented as humble, uses no makeup, and is not condescending nor submissive.

She is a terror SDA messenger for Joe Biden.

However, I don‘t believe Joe Biden is in the White House at all. My read is that there are Amp Guru members there, secretly running the USA, but from a remote location somewhere else, such as Kauai, a Ranch there.

It’s all Time Warp terror.

Best guess, without being there, is Ann Wilson is the acting “President”, but is not the president, is a terrorist leader who took over the presidency in around 2008 as G.W. Bush was going out the back door, Wilson and crew came in through the service porch, and took over, all prepared beforehand with a lot of prearranged video they spent ten years making before the attack at the service porch.

I don‘t have all of the answers, but there is no one asking any questions anyway.

Ann Wilson. I am serious as a Heart Attack.

Deadly serious.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gUgQ4z3B0Qw

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10: 46 pm:

It’s the Twitter way to racially attack on behalf of Christian Pirates.

Twitter must be removed from the internet permanently as a very first step to solving global terrorism.

The Tweet is a targeting effort, is misguided, has no merit and is spoken in reverse, sounds like a good thing, but includes the address of Asians, for Chinese Take Out ordered through CBS news on Twitter in the name of a US President, who is not likely to be at the White House at all.

https://twitter.com/CBSNews/status/1353910405928808449

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11:06 pm:

More:

The $20 bill has two tens in common.

Each ten, is has the other in common, to make the $20.

That’s a “10-20″ physical location somewhere.

Amp Guru is the highest of high terror Christian pirate command, they live in a symbolic pyramid, a triangular prism.

Hamilton is featured on the $10 US Currency.

Democrats have famously adapted Hamilton into their Puerto Rican third world island tropical ways. (pirates say: “Emery Can“ when saying “American”. Emery board, or emery paper, is “Sand Paper”, a “beach” statement on rough sea’s, could be “White Caps” there. [this goes on forever into the Russian Mother Hoax from there]).

The Royal Canadian Mounted Police, in union with the SAG fake police “Pigs” protect and serve all of the terror Christian pirates.

So, the headline of the Twitter Trending news item, is a “Tutankhamun” Egyptian Pyramid high command statement, where “Two Tens in Common” is part of what is being said about the Tubman Iron Dingy with a leak in the 20.

To “speed up” the 20, is a complicated idea, need insider information to know what direction to read the terror comm. But I say that at least some of what is said is that Two RCMP are directed to solve whatever the problem is. Or, Two SAG actor fake police in uniform with real squad cars, or both, or a whole bunch of those guys, a “Blue Screen“ event, where 5 squad cars show up with ten fake police, at someone’s house, “The Chinese Take Out at the Ten 20 Address” is what it looks like... at my house again, because I keep spoiling their show.

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1-26-2021: 12:58 pm: “Speed Up”:

Speed = “distance over time”

They are pirates. The speed is measured in knotts.

““Travel a distance in time, there is a deadline, tie knotts.”

I remember this one, it’s a “Ye Olde English 800 Medieval” terror cell torture scenario, where the victim is disemboweled, intestines are tied in knots, the victim is told to do the tieing. It’s gruesome. The terror bastards took over all of the hospitals, so, the torture includes a pirate anesthesiologist who provides a pain free, surgical torture experience at the victims home with surgical grade anesthetic drugs. The victims observe and participate in their own dismantling. Happens at the house next to mine, 520 Jackpine, many of the victims there are kidnapped from the rest stop on I-5 nearby, and some are federal agents who refuse to do their own research, won‘t read the reports I make, trust the local authorities, who are pirates, and send them into traps, where they are captured and tortured to provide information that will lead to the pirate take over at the agency HQ.

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Blue Screen:

Also known as: “Bears on Wheels”

The terror event called a “Blue Screen” by the SAG leadership, and “Bears on Wheels” by the SDA terror soldiers, is the reason why the “Green Screen“ for digital movie making techniques turned green. It was a “Blue Screen“ at the studios, until they came up with the Blue Screen terror event, where a lot of fake police are sent to scare, capture, torture, and kill someone. They liked the idea of “Blue Screen” for the terror event label, as a cover so it can spoken about, so, to avoid confusion among the ranks, the digital studio’s (Pixar) turned their blue screens green.

The Pixar (Disney) green screen has been green for about 20 years, was blue before that.

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1-26-2021: 1:22 am:

Other:

https://www.bbc.com/news/technology-54902039

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Julia Letlow, Whose Husband Died of Covid, Will Run for House Seat

Julia Letlow, the wife of Representative-elect Luke Letlow, a Louisiana Republican who died of complications from Covid-19 days before he was to be sworn in, will seek the open seat in an upcoming special election.

Ms. Letlow will run as a Republican to represent Louisiana’s Fifth District, which covers the conservative northeastern part of the state. Her husband died on Dec. 29 at the age of 41 after suffering from a “cardiac condition” while hospitalized with the virus. His death came just weeks after he won the seat vacated by his former boss, Representative Ralph Abraham.

“Everything in my life and in my marriage has prepared me for this moment,” Ms. Letlow wrote in a statement on Thursday. “My motivation is the passion Luke and I both shared: to better this region that we called home and to leave it a better place for our children and future generations.”

Mr. Letlow, a longtime Republican aide, backed social distancing measures and the wearing of masks during his campaign, though photos from his social media accounts also showed him campaigning indoors without masks at times. He also argued for the loosening of some coronavirus restrictions when infections ebbed over the summer.

Ms. Letlow, who lives in Richland Parish, currently serves as the director of external relations and strategic communications at the University of Louisiana in Monroe.

Her entrance into the nonpartisan election on March 20 was widely anticipated and may discourage other Republicans who had been mulling a run from entering the race.

She is likely to face Allen Guillory Sr., a Republican from Opelousas, who tallied under 10 percent in the Nov. 3 election, and Sandra “Candy” Christophe, a Democrat from Alexandria who announced last week she would run.

Ms. Letlow has been active in Louisiana Republican politics for years and was selected for her university job, in part, to provide “insight into strategies and alliances” that would be helpful for the school during its interactions with elected officials, her online biography said.

“I am running to continue the mission Luke started — to stand up for our Christian values, to fight for our rural agricultural communities and to deliver real results to move our state forward,” she said in her statement.

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‘Slow Streets’ Calls on Residents to Do their Part

‘Slow Streets’ Needs Residents ’Help for Safety

By Matthew Rodriguez

Social distancing guidelines have created an obstacle course on some of the streets that Angelenos navigate in pursuit of exercise and fresh air.

If the social distance mentality is here to stay, extra space for pedestrians to use for recreational activity on neighborhood streets would be a giant step forward.

Slow Streets is a new temporary program that began in Mid-City West, but a walk around the East Hollywood neighborhood near the intersection of Kenmore and Monroe reveals placard-like signs in the middle of intersections near L.A. City College.

The signs remind drivers to slow down at strategic streets in residential neighborhoods and appeal to community members and the better nature of Angelenos to heed the message on the signage.

As a pedestrian steps from the sidewalk to the street to make room for safe social distance, anyone on foot gets better access to more open space for recreation activities during the COVID-19 emergency. Sidewalk overcrowding problem solved.

           The Los Angeles Department of Transportation provides signage by committing 2 A-frames at every Slow Streets intersection. However, the signs do not have adequate infrastructure to effectively communicate its message to drivers with instances of signs being run over by vehicles, moved out of the street, or destroyed.

In an email correspondence with LADOT Communications Office spokesperson Colin Sweeney, inquiring about the frequency and price tag of replacing damaged signs, writes “LADOT works with community sponsors to implement and maintain the Slow Streets program. As there are now just under 50 miles of slow streets throughout the City, we work with sponsors to report damage signs or other improper uses so our teams can respond and replace signs as needed”

Subject to the usual bureaucratic challenges in shaping public policy, budget limitations of the Neighborhood Council, infrastructure of neighborhoods, materials provided by the LADOT, and perhaps a touch of misunderstanding from drivers. The setbacks, seemingly minor, skew towards undermining the purpose of Slow Streets entirely.

Jillian Schultz, Vice President of the East Hollywood Neighborhood Council and architect of Slow Streets’ involvement on East Hollywood streets, is optimistic about community support in making the program permanent. “Slow Streets in East Hollywood makes up a small but mighty group of volunteers from the neighborhood. I try to be as car-light as I can, so I know from experience living in East Hollywood that the area is very in-between lots of other places in Los Angeles.” she said over phone interview when asked why East Hollywood was an ideal Slow Streets participant.

The East Hollywood City Council volunteers monitor Slow Streets signs placed by the LADOT at strategic intervals starting at the border of Thai Town (also participants) in Hollywood and along the narrow and crooked streets that intersect between busier thoroughfares Sunset and Santa Monica and ending on the cross streets of Alexandria and Kenmore where Melrose meets the 101 Freeway.  

Taking an evening stroll along the Safe Streets path from Thai Town to LACC,  the benefits of the program in the neighborhood as well as the need for improvement can be seen in putting Slow Streets into practice.  

Walking south on Normandie, the first signs can be located on De Longpre where it would be easy to make an assumption that Delongpre may present the case for needing improvement. The LADOT provided A-frames, conjoined together when set up properly in the middle, are spaced apart in the street as to have the unintended effect of backing up the street with drivers who must navigate their way around.  

A left on Fountain, up three blocks on Kenmore Avenue, the next set of signs are no longer in the road. A-frames have been removed from the street, perched against a fire hydrant and damaged by wear and tear. The reflective material is wider than on Lexington but still nowhere near visible enough for a timely warning.

Continuing towards LACC, the intersection of Kenmore and Lexington showed more promise. This evening, a clean sign placed properly in the middle of the road stood undisturbed and would be hard to miss.

The streets of East Hollywood can be disproportionately narrow; in essence, a true neighborhood of dog walkers and kids throwing footballs. Slow Streets is at its best when particular attention can be put on these streets.

As we progress on Santa Monica, walking east toward Vermont, Heliotrope on either side of Santa Monica presented a vision for the future and the potential of a permanent Slow Streets program. Slow Streets can help pedestrians reclaim space in their own neighborhoods out of space that is already there.  

Heliotrope Drive’s streets are built very wide. Vans are able to park with plenty of room for two cars driving side by side to pass each other. The tents of homeless Angelenos on the left side of the street, a scene that has become far too common, takes up a good portion of sidewalk that can make it difficult for pedestrians to safely navigate the street.

On the south side of Heliotrope, there is even more room; no signs are needed! The question of utilizing the space already there; the asphalt. Public safety measures that protect our communities not only during a pandemic, but from the seemingly endless sprawl of legendary Los Angeles traffic.

The benefits of Street Signs in the East Hollywood neighborhood are an experiment in a direction towards expanding the use of space around the busiest intersections of L.A by giving them back to the residents who live in them.

While these benefits of Slow Streets in East Hollywood are quickly understood and easy to advocate for from a pedestrian point of view, sources of frustration with the program may come from the drivers who either misinterpret or simply don’t see in time to heed its warning. Small changes in infrastructure and public understanding can help propel the program to one day create a network of Slow Streets spread across the county.

The signs themselves require material that is reflective on both sides with clear messaging that dominates the area with an observable official LADOT logo that can lend public credibility to justify its placement

. A fixed and secure location to minimize damage would also help in this regard; it is not unreasonable to picture a Slow Streets placard of sheet metal placed under the standard traffic signs that drivers have grown used to adhering almost on instinct.

Councilmember Shultz has communicated with the LAPD Senior Lead Officer about appointing traffic monitors to enforce Slow Streets for the area but “they aren’t able to do much aside from help reset relocated signage and/or provide additional patrol along the Slow Streets route.” she said, adding “Slow Streets do not have an officially reduced speed limit, so only violations of posted speed limits warrant enforcement”.

As with all new initiatives in crafting safety measures during the COVID-19 emergency, for Slow Streets to make the switch from experiment to tangible policy, these small kinks must be ironed out.

Fortunately, a mid-October initiative in the form of a group letter signed by a number of Neighborhood Councils that contain slow streets networks to hold LADOT’s feet to the fire in terms of more robust signage and better, more permanent infrastructure.

The specific criteria for neighborhoods interested in joining Slow Streets and input from community meetings has resulted in the program being well received in the communities it is implemented in.

Kyle Lally, new resident and transplant to the East Hollywood neighborhood from Washington state   appreciates the warning. “Navigating this neighborhood has not been easy and the traffic seems to come from every direction at once, the signs help put some order into chaos” he stated from the rolled down window of a white Honda Accord.

Lifelong resident of East Hollywood, Michael Cabello, has a sign directly in front of his house. “I don’t worry as much about having my car parked on street or my kids taking walks to the store” he said when asked his thoughts about the signs.

 Slow Streets, while not yet a perfect program, is a necessary program that will keep our neighborhoods safer if we can transform temporary program to tangible policy. It should be included in any conversation towards building a more sustainable L.A and a push towards reclaiming space that is already there.

           Of equal importance, community awareness of Slow Streets can make all the difference. The specific criteria for neighborhoods interested in joining Slow Streets (volunteer opt-in) and input from community meetings has resulted in the program being well received in the communities they are implemented in. While the frustrations with the program are not insignificant, they also require little effort to correct, laying the groundwork for a sustainable future in a city that Angelenos can be proud of.

For now, our aforementioned East Hollywood team of small but mighty group of volunteers led by Council Vice President Schultz continue to do the best with what they have. “Community awareness being key to the concept of Slow Streets, a multilingual survey was distributed to gauge stakeholder support, and there are plans to produce multilingual flyers for neighborhood distribution, however, budget limitations have prevented that and more substantial signage.” she responds when asked about the permanence of Slow Streets.

Slow Streets will be made permanent through the persistence of the volunteers and residents in the communities that are participating. For more information on how to get involved directly, please visit www.easthollywood.net for volunteer opportunities. Contact information for Vice President Shultz can be found by clicking the “Governing Board” link on the main menu.

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Dine with the Taste of History at the Gadsby’s Tavern Museum Alexandria VA

The Gadsby’s Tavern Museum in Alexandria VA is famous for being the tavern that the first President of the United States, George Washington, frequently visited. Now, it a historic commercial building that was enlarged in 1792 and was proclaimed a National Historic Landmark in 1963. It consists of two buildings, mainly the tavern itself that was established in 1785 and the city hotel that was constructed in 1792. 

The buildings were named after the Englishman John Gadsby who leased the building and operated the tavern from 1796 to 1808. His establishment was a center of political, business, and social life in early Alexandria, Virginia. It was where the founding fathers of America and other politicians of the time started discussing the first constitution.  

The Gadsby’s Tavern was also the setting for theatrical and music performances, dances, and meetings of local organizations. 

It’s where George Washington used to celebrate his birthday and where Thomas Jefferson had his inaugural banquet in 1801. 

Other prominent names that visited this tavern include John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, and James Monroe. 

When the owner of the complex, John Wise died in 1815, the complex went through different hands, operating as another tavern, auction houses, lawyers’ offices, and even possibly a hospital during the American Civil War.  

In the early 20th century, the buildings were nearly demolished but were saved through the efforts of F. Clinton Knight and was carried on by the American Legion. The place was preserved and the building was reopened to the public in 1976 after an extensive renovation by the City of Alexandria. Now, it functions as a museum dedicated to preserving and interpreting the cultural and social heritage of Alexandria by educating visitors about the site and its contributions to history. 

Although the hotel now functions as a museum, the building has a period restaurant where you can experience fine dining in a setting that mimicked the interior the tavern had during George Washington’s time. Instead of a bar counter, you can see that the restaurant has a dispensary where you can have a cold refreshing drink or one of their exquisite spirits. 

However, some of the original pieces from the tavern, specifically its ballroom, can be found in the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. The Museum negotiated with the owners of Gadsby’s Tavern to purchase some architectural elements from the hotel. The Gadsby’s Tavern’s Ballroom with its original woodwork is displayed in the American Wing and is open to the public. 

If you plan to visit Gadsby’s Tavern Museum in Alexandria, VA, you can walk around the vicinity to see the many more historical sites around Alexandria. You can even plan birthdays, dinners, and other celebrations in this historical location.

There’s so much to love about this building as its rich history and so many stories from the people of its time. With elements from this museum that brought back the tavern’s former glory, you can see the evolution of social events and how insightful discussions about business and politics were in America. 

Experience the beauty and nostalgia that comes with the Alexandria, VA, and while you’re there, be sure to visit and take a tour of the historical Gadsby’s Tavern Museum.

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They’d been in the Alexandria Safe Zone for about a week to that point. Eugene was sufficiently busy (as he both needed and wanted to be) as appointed engineer for the community. Deanna’s current project was the maintenance and repair of the solar grid, something he wouldn’t have minded at all if the necessary supplies weren’t locked away in a warehouse somewhere with god knows what guarding it. That was an inevitable venture he was not looking forward to, especially since there had been an insistence that he accompany them for his expertise.  

Maybe he would’ve been better off keeping his mouth shut about his abilities...but not being an asset had far worse implications. He reckoned even the best liar couldn’t have gotten past Deanna Monroe’s intuition anyway. 

Tonight brought about another challenge entirely, that of the community get-together. Here he had been all this time, thinking that if there was a silver lining to the apocalypse it had to be the lack of awkward social gatherings. Evidently not. 

Under normal circumstances he would’ve sat that one out, used the legitimate excuse of having too much work to get done. Rick had impressed upon all them, however, the importance of being present and acclimating to things as best they could. He wasn’t forcing anyone to go...but he was strongly suggesting that they do so. 

“I sincerely hope you’ve given thought to attending the compulsory meet-and-greet at Deanna’s,” he said to Dani -his mutually chosen housemate- as he opened up the back of a grid panel to examine the contents and pick out the ‘bugs’. “If I have to wade through uncomfortable social interaction with people I don’t know from Adam, I’d rather have a familiar companion with me. Otherwise, I’m making an appearance for exactly 15 minutes, long enough to pick off the refreshments, and then I’m making myself scarce.” 

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