Garbo acted in three different commercials made in 1922. They were all made by a professional producer, captain Ragnar Ring, who started out as a journalist in Sollefteå. In one of the commercials, Garbo played a comic role: She was supposed to stuff herself with as many cakes as she could. It is easy to see why the girls were almost choking with laughter during the filming.
Say what you will, but everyone knows October is the best month of the year. It’s finally Autumn, you can bust out the oversized sweatshirts, hot chocolate every day is completely acceptable, and the entire neighborhood is decked head to toe in decorations. Thirty days straight of horror movies and those cute animated kids movies. It’s just such a lighthearted month, the holiday is pure fun, no stress for money and presents like Christmas, no anxiety over having to get together with family you hate on Thanksgiving; Halloween is #1. And the best part? Halloween parties. Pros and cons of being an adult, you can’t trick ‘r’ treat anymore, but you can get shit faced drunk at the parties your parents never let you come to. And that’s exactly what you and Johnny were up to. The music blasting shook the walls of whoever’s house you were in, lord knows it didn’t matter if alcohol was present. For a cliche costume party, the host really went all out. It truly felt like a club; lights flashing in the living room, unlimited alcohol, and countless bodies pressed against each other, grinding away. Johnny was already rethinking his idea in costume, regretting the joke idea of going as a priest and sexy nun, seeing you dressed so scantily forced him to continuously have a hand on you, keeping you by his side. Drinks were located, and consumed by the cup full, you somehow found Yuta and Taeyong among the ocean of people swarming the house and mingled about. Before long your body was buzzing and you two joined the ‘dance floor’. Everyone was tipsy, Johnny had pulled you back against him, just having a fun time and dancing. Very quickly, fun dancing turned into you and Johnny just grinding against each other and making out, and trying not to bump in to any of the sea of bodies surrounding you two. You maybe have been conscious of not knocking in to other people, but some drunks dancing weren’t as concerned, and a couple of boys crashed right into you and Johnny. One managed to spill his entire cup of god knows what down the front of your costume; he apologized profusely before being dragged away, but there was no way you were continuing with a drenched, smelling, quickly becoming sticky costume and decided to call it a night and headed back home and continue the party by yourselves.
Messily jamming the key in the door, Johnny finally managed to swing it open, the wood crashing against the wall as you two stumbled into the living room. “I-I’m gonna go upstairs,” You explained, wobbling on your feet. “You um…uh..” “Get water?” Johnny asked. “Yeah! Yeah, you get water, I gotta get this off.” You motioned at your now sticky costume and drunkenly made your way upstairs, somehow managing not to break your neck on the stairs and tripped into the bedroom. Balancing yourself on the side of the bed, trying to work the tight material off your shoulders proved to more difficult that your brain could handle in the moment, and you had to back peddle, attempting to work it over your hips instead. Unlucky, you got stuck there too, the fabric too constricting to work over your chest, you could already head the threads pulling apart in the back. Huffing your breath, you started to yell for help, “Joh-” “Don’t move.” His voice sounded from the doorway and you turned to see him before he spoke again, “Stay still. Look forward, that’s it. Don’t move, and do as I say.” You obeyed, but a frown crept on your face, “Johnny, I’m stuck, help me please?” He didn’t respond, but you could hear him move closer to you, the warmth radiating off his body as his arms reached around you to place two glasses of water on the bedside table. “Why Sister, you look like you’ve gotten yourself in a mess, haven’t you?” “’Sister’? Johnny, what are you ta-” “Hush now,” Johnny leaned down, letting his warm breath tickle your neck, “Look at you. Dress hiked up, you expose yourself when you know I’m here, and you reek of alcohol.” His hand curled around your exposed hip, fingers teasing at the lace panties that were once hidden beneath your costume, but now on full display with the fabric bunched around your waist. “Johnny, I-” You voice cut off with a shriek as Johnny’s hand came down full force on your ass, spanking the flesh harshly. “Sister, you ooze sin. And you need to repent for your sins.” Johnny cooed mockingly against your cheek, you could see the smirk on his face from the corner of your eye before he spoke again. “Kneel, and say your prayers.” A hand on your shoulder forced you down, legs buckling as you fell to your knees and your torso pressed to the side of the bed. Shuffling behind you, you turned to see Johnny shedding the suit jacket he wore, tossing it to the floor and kicking his shoes off, kneeling behind you. His chest pressed against your back, knees tucked between your spread legs, he took your hands in his and pressed them together, “Pray, and cleanse yourself of your sins.” Giving up, you began, “Our father who art in heaven,
Your kingdom come, your will be do-” Johnny’s hand left yours, and swiftly brought his palm down on your lace covered bottom again, your thighs clenching together in response. “Tsk tsk, Sister, you pray to the wrong God.” Your breath grew ragged, as Johnny decided to start toying with the fabric covering your core, he did adore the black design, but it really was obstructing the view of his favorite sight. Leaving your hands to pray on their own, Johnny snapped the elastic band of your panties against your skin, smirking as you jumped, before yanking them down all together, until they were stuck at your kneeling knees. “Start over.” Feeling Johnny against your now naked backside, you could feel the bulge in his pants making its presence known, pressing into your bare skin as you began again, “Father Seo, who belongs in me- ah- let me-oh.” Your train of thought broken, Johnny’s spit slick fingers brushed over your core, rolling your clit between his long digits. Hips twitching at the pleasure, your head fell forward on the bed, trying to roll your hips back to Johnny in a silent beg for more. Unfortunately, Johnny’s touch stopped the second you ceased your prayer, “Ah ah, Sister. Only those that worship shall be given the pleasure they deserve. Continue.” Moaning in frustration, you wiggled your hips in an attempt to egg him on, but got nothing in return. “Let me please you! Seo, your will be done! On ea-ah-earth as it is in…heaven…” “Good, good,” Johnny cooed, leaning forward to nip your neck as he pressed lightly at your entrance. “Keep going.” “Oh this isn’t fair!” You groaned against the blanket, but complied. “Uh John-give us…this day our daily bread, and…oh fuck..and forgive us our d-debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And-shit- lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil!” “So obedient,” Johnny chuckled against your neck, “Very good Sister, you certainly deserve a reward for this, yes?” Desperately pushing your hips back for some form of stimulation, you begged against the comforter, “Yes! I’ve been good Father, please reward me!” “Very well,” Johnny hummed, brushing against your clit again, he pushed two fingers in knuckle deep, moaning at the wet heat that engulfed his digits. Your hips instinctively pushed back at finally getting some pay out, your own fingers clutching the blanket as his fingers moved inside you, massaging your warm walls as he rolled his clothed cock against your bare ass, searching for some release. “So wet, Sister, does praying turn you on this much?” Moaning a pitiful yes that made Johnny chuck at your desperation, he curled his fingers, expertly finding your button and pressing it hard, forcing your back to curve and a gasp fly from your mouth as the pleasure shot through your body. Having enough of you grinding back against him, Johnny removed his fingers much to your whining in protest, and hurries to unbutton his pants, not bothering to remove them completely and just pushing them to his thighs, sighing at his hard cock finally being free. Hand wrapped around himself, your slick arousal on his fingers aided him in pumping his member, thumbing the drops of precum, slicking his cock for you. “Are you ready?” Breaking character, Johnny preps you well, but he always had to ask. “God yes!” You whined, wiggling your hips pathetically, “Please fuck me already, Johnny, hurry up!” Johnny panting harshly at the sight of you bent over and presenting just for him, begging for his cock. Done with the teasing, Johnny pressed the head to your core, feeling your body twitch and tense in anticipation. Inching closer,Johnny slowly pushed the blunt head inside you, tossing his head back and groaning loudly at the warmth surrounding his cock as he bottomed out; you in no better shape, desperately pressing back against him to take every inch, walls already convulsing around his length as you moaned in the blanket. “Ah fuck..” Johnny swore, biting his lip harshly as his hands took hold of your hips, thrusting maddeningly slow at first, reassuring himself you were able to take him without pain, but seeing you practically fucking yourself back on his member, he threw that idea out the window, straightening himself out, and delivered long, deep thrusts into your willing body. The coin in your stomach already tightening, arousal dripping down the inside of your thighs. “That’s it, yes,” Johnny grunted, snapping his hips sharply, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. “Take your redemption.” Johnny’s thrusts deep and hard, making you sob against the bed at the impossible pleasure, he started to lose himself, thrusting erratically, grinning to himself as he shifted and your back curved as the head of his cock brushed your g-spot again, watching your shiver, and pant, and drool on the blanket in pleasure. Determined to make you cum first, his hand disappeared between your thighs again, rubbing your clit harshly while continuing to pound that perfect spot inside you, your entire body tensing. “I-Johnny I’m so close.” You moaned, giving in to biting the blanket in an attempt to keep your screams in. “I-ah-Johnny harder!” “Me too,” Johnny panted. Breathing heavily, “Let it go.” Johnny sped up his thrusts and pinched your clit, your scream so loud Johnny begged that the neighbors had gone out for Halloween too, he kept thrusting, letting you ride out your orgasm before you started whining that it was too much. Johnny ripped himself from you and quickly pumped his slick cock and with a grunt, shot his cum over your back and crumpled costume. Breathing harshly as he stroked his spent cock, Johnny breathlessly chucked, “Sister, I do believe your sins have been forgiven.”
In the beginning, we were ordinary street rats, stealing our daily bread, and living off the efforts of man’s work. We were captured, put in cages, and sent to a place called NIMH. There were other animals there, in cages. They were put through the most unspeakable torture, to satisfy some scientific curiosity. Often, at night, I would hear them cry out in anguish. Twenty rats and eleven mice were given injections. Our world began changing.
What if MC didn’t take care of herself when V was hospitalized? (based on day 10)
So in the day 10 chats, Zen and Jumin worry for MC because she stayed with V until he woke up. They tell her to take care of herself instead of just worry sick for V to wake up. So what happens when MC does exactly the opposite and forgets to take care of herself because she’s only worried for V?
She had a constant battle with her eyelids. They desperately wanted to fall and give into much needed sleep but that was a fight that MC refused to lose. After each hour, it became even harder to ward off the sweet temptation of rest all the while letting her body weaken from a lack of hydration. Quite honestly, she could not recall when she last slept a full night. With all the chat rooms opening at bizarre nighttime hours and all the events that had happened, it was not a shock that MC was deprived of sleep.
And that day she absolutely could not afford that luxury.
She sat at Jihyun’s bed side, listening to the steady beep of the heart monitor and the rhythmic workings of his ventilator. Since he came out of his emergency surgery at around six in the afternoon, MC remained by his side, almost like a magnet. No matter how many times she had wanted to get water, she could never find it in her to leave his side even for one moment. Because she left him alone in the mountains, because she let Jihyun convince her to leave before him, Rika gravely injured him. They probably would not be here if MC insisted on accompanying him. Even in the safety of this hospital, she was incapable of separating from him, fearing that the unthinkable could happen. Even if she left him alone only for a few seconds.
That moment was engraved into her memory. It still replayed like a broken VHS cassette. Even if she wanted to stop or forward that memory clip, it always repeated. Rika’s crazed voice and her broken sobs were all too clear in her mind.
His hand was cold under MC’s grip but she hoped she would warm it up. His hands had always been cold since the day they met, she remembered. Laying her head into her other hand, she silently prayed. Prayed for him to wake up and for all of this to be behind them. This was one of the moments her faith strengthened her through adversity.
“Give us this day our daily bread…,” MC whispered her prayer multiple times. The mere act of reciting it soothed her and gave her a feeling of warmth full of assurance. Ending her prayers with an “amen”, MC found herself gasping for air as a cracked sob left her lips, however, no tears ever fell. As much as she hated how Jihyun always took blame for every negative thing, she could not help but be culpable. His life was something she felt responsible for even if she was sacrificing her own health and ignoring her own body’s signals and cries for rest and nutrients. With a weakened voice, MC pleaded, “Please… Wake up. I won’t be okay until you are, Jihyun. Hmm?”
Evidently, her body was not handling well under the stress she was intentionally and brutally exerting on herself. MC was dehydrated to the point of crying without tears, and her limbs were trembling as if she were child who was faced with their worst fear. But she would hold on for him. After all, Jihyun did suffer more than her.
Unaware that Jumin had entered the room, MC began to pray again. At this point, faith was all she had. “Our father who art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be…”
“Done on earth as it in heaven,” Jumin’s mellow and deep voice registered in MC’s ears, bringing her relief. Being the only one to watch over Jihyun proved to be exhausting given the circumstances she put herself through, so having company around was having a boulder lifted off of her already weakened body.
“He’ll wake up soon. I know him, and I know he’s strong enough to get through this,” he reassured her. Seeing her slumped figure told him everything he needed to know. Laying a gentle hand on her back, Jumin said, “You’ve worked hard. You can rest for now and I’ll watch for him.”
As much as MC wanted to say no, she remembered what Seven, Jumin, and Zen told her in the chat rooms. They did not want to be the ones to explain to Jihyun why MC is not in good health. Surely he would guilt trip them for not caring properly for her. With a small grin, she conceded to his suggestion and said, “Thank you.”
MC would have loved to have a genuine conversation with Jumin as it was their first time meeting in person. However, she was already having a difficult time thinking and much less forming words. Bowing slightly, she left her seat so that she could lie down on the couch near the window, but in that same moment, MC heard the one voice she yearned for.
“Haaa… Where am I… ugh,” Jihyun struggled to speak.
Within a few moments, MC was pulled to his side almost as though a magnetic force beckoned her. Uncaring for her slightly disheveled appearance and weakness upon standing, she stammered with a bittersweet tone to her voice, “The hospital. It’s going to be okay. Jihyun…”
“Welcome back, friend,” Jumin joined in. MC could tell in his voice that he was equally as elated and relieved that Jihyun had awakened.
“… But–ugh.. We were in… the mountains.”
It was heartbreaking to hear Jihyun struggle to speak while enduring the pain of his wounds. However, his voice was slowly fading out from MC’s hearing.
Jumin responded in MC’s stead, “Yes, but we were able to bring you here in time. MC stayed by your side the whole time.”
Jihyun’s eyes went straight to MC at the mention of her name. Words could not describe the relief he felt to know MC was there with him. All self blame aside, it was better to know that she was out of harm’s way or in other words Rika did not harm her. Despite his worsening eyesight, he could still see MC’s exhausted expression as moonlight pooled in from the windows, and he could not deny that he had a knot in his stomach knowing she had put him before her. As he reached out to her hand and came to hold it weakly, he felt her trembling. And she was cold to the touch.
“I-if I’d known Rika was there, or if I had stayed longer,” MC’s voice was barely audible but it was heartbreaking enough for Jihyun. He attempted to strengthen his hold on her hand and that was enough to stop her from saying things she should not.
“Let’s just move… past all this. Please don’t worry so much for me and take care of yourself first,” Jihyun softly grazed his thumb over the back of MC’s hand, an endearing show of his concern. “The worst is over, I promise this time.”
If MC were not so dehydrated, her eyes would have been clouded with tears but that did not stop her from becoming a broken mess as she fell to her knees and looked up at Jihyun, crying out softly, “Thank you.”
For not leaving me behind. For saving me. For staying alive.
Jihyun, while stroking her hair, was having a hard time thinking of just what to say to comfort her, but thankfully, his friend came up with the words for him. “MC, please rest. I can continue watching him now so that you can recover. You don’t have to worry about anything tonight, okay?”
MC nodded weakly and stole a glance of Jihyun with a smile. She acknowledged Jumin’s request, “Alright.”
Unfortunately, MC was unable to lift herself from the ground as she was finally giving in to her body’s need to shut down and recuperate. The trembling in her limbs began to dissipate, and they started to feel numb and cold. Her breathing was no longer regular and started to sound choppy while chills overtook her body. Not even five seconds passed before unconsciousness won the battle, and she collapsed to the rigid, icy floor.
“MC!” Jumin gasped. He knew he should have come earlier and relayed shifts with her. However, he swallowed his guilt and saved those emotions for a less urgent moment.
Both Jumin and Jihyun went cold as they saw MC collapse before their eyes. Jihyun began to yell her name but the pain from his surgery was far too great that he lost his breath. Jumin took responsibility as he immediately pressed the nurse call button and dropped to the floor, to aid MC. He laid her on his lap and was shocked to feel her body so cold. Removing his jacket (for once he was not wearing a suit), he wrapped MC in it. Hoping that MC fainting was only momentary, he exclaimed, “MC, come back to your senses. MC!”
Neither of them could deny that their minds were spiraling. Guilt drowned Jihyun as he watched the nurses race through the door and attend MC. Once Jumin aided the nurses in lifting the unconscious girl from the floor and onto another bed across the room, he anxiously slid his hand through his hair while his mind was racing. It was hard enough knowing his friend was terribly wounded and had just come out of a fairly long surgery.
Happy Birthday ♡ Barbara Pepper ♡ (May 31 1915 - July 18 1969)
Best known for her role as Doris Ziffel in Green Acres, most people are shocked to find out Barbara Pepper was actually a blond bombshell in the 1930s. A former show girl of the Ziegfeld Follies, she started her acting career as a Goldwyn Girl along side Lucille Ball. The two met on the train taking them across country and remained life long friends even making their film debuts together in Roman Scandals (1933). She was considered for the role of Ethel Mertz until Vivian Vance stepped in (You can still see her in 9 episodes of I Love Lucy). Her career lasted for 36 years during which she was in over 100 films and 100 tv episodes playing leading roles in B-movies and small parts in many hit films. She specialized in playing tough broads and wild party girls. In 1949 her husband, fellow actor Craig Reynolds, died tragically in a motorcycle accident which left her severely depressed resulting in weight gain. Even at a larger size she was able to find steady work. Something not many fellow actresses have accomplished.
Our father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name,
hollow be thy promises
and shallow be thy shame.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done
on earth as it is in heaven.
On a scale of one to ten,
our Lord is totally eleven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
toasted close to dawn,
and forgive us our trespasses
as we shoot those who trespass on our lawn,
and lead us not into temptation,
such as pot or porno,
but deliver us from evil
(if not delivery, then DiGiorno).
MANI KAUL: When I made A Day’s Bread, I wanted to completely destroy any semblance of a realistic development, so that I could construct the film almost in the manner of a painter. In fact, I’ve been a painter and a musician. You could make a painting where the brush stroke is completely subservient to the figure, which is what the narrative is, in a film. But you can also make a painting stroke by stroke so that both the figure and the strokes are equal. I constructed A Day’s Bread shot by shot, in this second way, so that the “figure” of the narrative is almost not taking shape in realistic terms. All the cuts are delayed, thought there is a preempting of the generally even rhythm sometimes, when the film is a projection of the woman’s fantasies.
SEMINARIAN: When you were shooting A Day’s Bread, did you mentally picture those shots? Or did the specific shots come along as you rehearsed?
MAIN KAUL: With a A Day’s Bread, it was strange. I had a dream. In the dream, I saw a filmstrip lying on the floor, and on it I saw all the shots. So I had a very strong sense of what I was going to do.
–A Critical Cinema 3: Interviews with Independent Filmmakers
“I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do i do not do, but what I hate I do.” (Romans 7:15)
We don’t have to stay in that trap of discouragement. To paraphrase Paul as he writes in Romans 8, the key is to stop focusing on the law and start focusing on Jesus. We can’t do anything about our sinfulness in our own strength. The answer is not “try harder to be good at keeping the rules.” Instead, we must focus on the One who shows us mercy and cooperate with the Spirit who changes us.
When we focus on the law, we are constantly reminded that we’ll never be good enough to deserve God’s grace. But when we focus on Jesus, we become more like Him. —Randy Kilgore ________________________ Design by Jude Dias A collaboration with @walkthesameofficial and @YMI_today