interview the neighbor

@sixpenceee, thought this might interest you. This is a metal structure located in Galveston, Texas, close to the Gulf Of Mexico shoreline, called The Kettle House. Not much is known about it, but it’s believed it was built sometime in the 50s, and for over half a century rumors, myths, and urban legends have swirled around the structure. The owner(s) have never been interviewed and even neighbors know little about the man who erected it.

Locals say that someone shows up and tends to the property occasionally, only to disappear again for years on end. They also say that around the turn of the century, the owner(s) removed the rusty old top of the Kettle and replaced it with a wooden roof. Since then, windows have been replaced, air-conditioning was added, and a mailbox was placed out front, despite the fact that, as far as anyone knows, no one has ever lived in it. Locals believe the improvements were made because the city council intended to tear it down.

Some locals also say strange figures show up late at night from time-to-time, and move about the property, appearing to be working.

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Images courtesy of the Foxfire Fund, Inc.

The 1,500-mile Appalachian Mountain range stretches so far that those on the northern and southern sides can’t agree on what to call it: Appa-LAY-chia or Appa-LATCH-ia. The outside perspective on the people who live there might be even more mangled. Stories about Appalachia tend to center around subjects like poverty, the opioid epidemic and coal, but since 1966 a series called Foxfire has been sharing food, culture and life as it’s actually lived in the mountain region.

Foxfire started as a class project at a Georgia high school — students interviewed neighbors and wrote a series of articles, which turned into a quarterly magazine and then a book, in 1972, with other books to follow soon after. (The name of the series comes from a term for a local form of bioluminescence caused by fungi on decaying wood.) Within the first decade, more than 9 million copies of Foxfire were sold. Today, there are specialized Foxfire books that focus on cooking, winemaking, religion and music.

Read more here.

– Petra

  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: In Hollywood A.D. movie Mulder and Scully reference the bee incident and real Mulder and Scully look at each other horrified. How did anyone else know about the bee? Were they interviewed for the movie and one of them told? Did they interview neighbors and one saw? Or have Mulder and Scully talked about it and it came up when they were being followed around? How did they know?!
Stuck Together [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Prompt: “we get stuck in the elevator together and now i have a huge crush on you”

Word count: 1,163

Warnings: light swearing, mention of claustrophobia (not triggering at all, i tried to make this as fluffy and sweet as possible).

A/N: I had this prompt on my list for over a week, and first it was going to be a Daveed fic but I’m Lin trash so - no surprise here. I wanna thank the @hamwriters crew, @manuelmiranduh and @hamilbye for their recent works and our talks because they really got me inspired to write during this week that has been one of the most stressful weeks of the last few months. Anyway, I hope y’all like it! <3 

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The sound it made wasn’t pretty. As the light in the ceiling flickered, you lost your balance for a second when the elevator stopped going up. You muttered “fuck” before taking a deep breath.

It was an old building, the elevator had broken down before, but this was the first time you were in it. With a stranger. Honestly, you didn’t know many of your neighbors: New York has something that makes people more independent, but also lonely at the same time. The man placed his headphones around his neck and looked at the elevator panel while you pressed the emergency button.

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anonymous asked:

Heya hey can you do one where you and shawn break up but only for like a day then make up sex hahaha thaanksss

Here you go, It took awhile to perfect.
Summary: You and Shawn have a fallout but he still shows you how much he loves you.
Requested: Yes

Didn’t Mean To Hurt You

I ran a hand over my face and took a deep breath. Shawn paced back and forth on the other side of the room, anger practically seeping out of him.

“It wasn’t like that, Shawn.” I said, taking a seat on the couch.

“Then what was it like Y/N, because that’s what it looked like to me!” He rose his voice. I started to massage my temples, feeling a headache coming on. At the moment Shawn is half angry and half insecure. He’s insecure because my ex-boyfriend dropped me off at home. He’s angry because he tried to kiss me after walking me to the porch.

“He was just driving me home! How was I supposed to know he’d take it differently?” I shouted back.  

“I don’t now, Y/N. Maybe you wanted him to kiss you!” Shawn semi-shouted. My head snapped up to him. His brown eyes looked into mine. I could feel a mixture of anger and frustration boiling inside of me.

“You know what, if you don’t trust me, what are we even together!!” I shouted at the top of my lungs.

“I don’t know, Y/N!! I don’t know.” He shouted back. I back tracked. Not only because of the words that came out of his mouth, but because I’ve never heard him yell that loud before.There was a moment of silence as we stared at each other. “I think we should take a break.” I felt my heart shatter as he broke the eye contact.

“I have to go. I have an interview in the morning.” He said grabbing his coat and heading out the font door. I stood there in shock. How could he say the very words I thought we would never say? Yeah, I was mad at him, but I wasn’t going to say it. My body went numb as I sank to the floor. I brought my knees to my chest as the tears slipped down my face.

The next morning I woke up on the living room floor. I closed my eyes replaying the flight I had with Shawn last night, causing my heart to ache. I stood up and stumbled into the kitchen. I grabbed a glass, filling it with water. I stared at the glass before drinking out of it.

I remember the day Shawn and I bought these glasses. I remember the day I accidentally dropped a glass on the floor and Shawn carried me to the living room because he didn’t want me to get hurt.

I felt the back of my eyes start to sting. I tightened my grip on the glass and threw it on the floor, causing it to shatter into a million tiny pieces. I started to throw all of the china on the floor, remembering all the times we had in this kitchen, including some steamy ones. I want none of it. Everything we worked on is down the drain.

I ran my hand threw my hair and let out a sob. If I didn’t take that stupid ride, Shawn and I would still be together. I leaned against the counter looking at the mess I made. It only made me feel worse.

I hear the front door open and my favorite worried voice call my name. I didn’t answer.
I heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. Finally, he walked into the kitchen and looked around. “What-“ He looked up at me and that that’s when I broke. I hopped across the shattered glass and ran for the bathroom.”Y/N!” He called behind me. I made it to the bathroom and closed the door, locking it.

“Y/N, open the door.” He said turning the door knob. I slid my back down a wall.

“Go away, Shawn!” I yelled. There was a pause.

“Have you been crying?” He said through the door. I didn’t answer. “Y/N, just…let me in. Please.” He sounded hurt.

“Just leave me alone.” I heard Shawn sigh.

“I can’t do that, baby.” I got up and opened the door.

“You don’t get to do that! You don’t get to just hurt me and then call me ‘baby’.” I said looking into his brown eyes. He looked exhausted.

“I know, I’m sorry, just let me explain.” He said. I leaned against the door frame and crossed my arms. He took a deep breath. “Y/N, you’re bleeding.” I looked down at my hand.

“I didn’t even notice.” With that Shawn made his way into the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit. I stood in the door way as he grabbed my hand and poured the alcohol on it. I let out a hiss.

“Sorry.” Shawn said with a smirk. I couldn’t help but stare at my now ex-boyfriend as he focused on putting the band aid on my hand.

“What are you doing here?” I asked as he cleaned up.

“I came back to get my guitar for my interview, but the neighbor told me that she heard some noises in here this morning so…” He said closing the cabinet and facing me. I looked down at the ground to prevent from staring at the face I fell in love with. “I never meant to hurt you, Y/N.”

“It’s a little late for that. I have to go clean the kitchen.” I said turning around, but Shawn grabbed my hand before I could make it out the door and pulled me to him, smashing his soft lips against mine. I felt my heart flutter like it always does when he kisses me. After a few minutes of making out, we both pull away.

“I was stupid and Insecure. I’m sorry and I’ll say it as many times as you want, just please give me another chance.” Shawn whispered against my lips. I smiled and brought his lips back to mine, deepening the kiss as he placed his hands on my waist.

He gently pushed me up against a wall. I tugged on his shirt as he flung it over his head, bringing his lips back to mine. My hands traveled down his abs to his v-line, causing him to let out a moan. Shawn grabbed my hand and broke the kiss before I could go any further.

“Let me show you how sorry I am.” He whispered in my ear, his breath landing on my neck. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. I nodded my head and he tapped my thigh, signaling for me to jump. He carried me all the way to our bedroom and laid me down on the bed.

He brought his lips to mine, kissing me with nothing but passion as he started to grind himself against me. I let out a soft moan as he moved down to my neck, kissing around my soft spot. He tugged on my shirt, asking permission to take it off. I nodded as he continued to suck on my neck, driving me crazy.

Once Shawn took off my shirt, he threw it somewhere in the room and brought his lips back to my neck. He started to suck harder on my soft spot, running his tongue over it after. That’s when I realized he’s giving me a hickey.

“You’re mine.” He whispered against my neck. I bit down on my bottom lip to prevent moaning Shawn’s name. Soon, his hands started to roam around my body, slipping into my pants. I sucked in a sharp breath as he started to rub me through my underwear.

“You like this baby?” He whispered in my ear, rubbing me harder. I replied with a moan, draping my arm around this neck. “I need to hear you say it babe.”

“Yes.” I moaned. I heard Shawn curse under his breath. “I need you. Please.” I begged, bucking my hips, but Shawn held them down firmly.

“You want what, Y/N?” He asked cocking his head to the side, rubbing me a little faster. I let out another moan. This boy knows what he’s doing to me.

“Your fingers.” I panted. I saw Shawn smirk as he moved my underwear to the side and started to pump in and out of me. I arched my back and bit down on my bottom lip, holding back a loud moan.

“Damn baby, you’re so wet for me.” He started to go faster, causing me to bit down harder on my lip. Shawn rested his forehead against mine, occasionally pecking my lips. “You know Y/N, you don’t have to hold back your moans baby girl. I want to hear them.” Shawn adds another finger and starts to curl them inside of me, causing me to let out a really loud moan.

“Shawn!” I say digging my nails into his bare back. He hisses in my ear.

“Am I hurting you baby?” He asks. I shake my head, breathing heavily.

“Faster.” With that Shawn pumps into me faster and I let out a whimper. His left hand is holding my waist down as he uses the right to pleasure me. “Deeper.”  He went deeper, bringing a whole new kind of pleasure. “Don’t stop. Right there! Don’t stop!” I moaned. Shawn picked up the pace. I let out a loud moan as I dragged my nails down his back. He hissed in my ear again followed by a string of curse words.

Suddenly his phone starts to ring. He grabs his phone out of his pocket with his left hand using his shoulder to hold it up to his ear.

“Hello?” He says placing his hand over my mouth but still pumping into me. I try to stay quiet but it feels so good. “Um..yeah.” I let out a moan. “I just had to check on her. I wanted to make sure she’s ok.” I let out another moan.

” I actually don’t think I’m gonna make the interview.” He says smiling at me as I arch my back. I’m so close, but I’m trying to hold it back while Shawn’s on the phone. My breathing quickness and he gets the hint. “Just reschedule it.” He says speeding up to finish me off. “Just do it, Please. I gotta go. Bye.” He says grabbing his phone with his left hand. “Ok baby, you can let go.”

With that my high washes over me, my vision going white as I let out a loud moan. Shawn pulls his fingers out of me and licks them. He lays beside me as I catch my breath.

“Who was that?” I ask weakly. Shawn pulls me close to him and kisses my forehead.

“Manager.” I take a deep breath and move to straddle him, catching him off guard. His bulge in prominent under me. He gives me a confused look.

“I wanna reciprocate,” I explain. Shawn smiles and places his hands on my waist.

“God, I love makeup sex.” He says bringing his lips to mine.

A Partner (Jumin x MC)

Investigation!AU: After being assigned to a new case, you arrive at the crime scene, and find your new partner.

Word Count: 1111

So, this is the new AU! It’s going to be a bit darker in a sense? I suppose it’s a bit self-explanatory with the themes regarding crimes. Anyhow it won’t be a constant every day posting unless requested. It’ll be every other day so there will be a regular prompt for those not comfortable with this subject matter. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy and have a lovely day! Thank you!

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You stepped out of the cab, giving brief thanks to the driver as you stepped out, walking past the victim’s home, and along the trail beyond their home.

Just before the home was drenched in police cars, spilling in and out of the home for evidence of one of the crimes.

Your first visit would be within the woods.

A gentle breeze drew past you as you made your way down the cobblestone path, leaves occasionally crunching beneath your shoes.

The trees began to overlook over you as you came deeper within, more voices filling your ears, and the drop of people rushing in and out, proof of evidence overflowing in their arms. 

You slipped beneath protective tape rounding tightly about the surrounding trees.

And you were met with the scene.

One of the two.

Just beyond the trail, there was an older man, gray lining his messy hair that curled onto his aged features. 

A bullet hole was engraved on his stomach, dark blood managing to seep through the thick fabric of his suit.

“Detective MC?” 

You were snapped from your thoughts as the commissioner approached you, reaching out a hand. “Call me Eun.” 

You returned the handshake, giving a faint dip of your head. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

“As to you,” He sighed, sliding his hands into his pockets. “I”ve heard very good things about you.” 

“You have? I’m flattered.” 

“No need to be modest, honestly I’m sure many others would love to have your position.” 

“This is the dream isn’t it?” 

“To some,” Eun said, furrowing his brow at the prospect. “Anyhow, I hope you’re aware that for this case you’ll have a partner?” 

“Yes, I was told this in phone calls.”  

“Well, I’d like you to meet him.” 

He called to another man examining the body, gesturing him to come over.

He towered over you, an odd coldness glossing over his coal eyes, wavy sooty hair wavering over his face. 

Yet somehow everything about him warmed for a moment as he saw you, even his gaze softening in an almost kind manner.

He seemed almost in awe as he stared at you, approaching carefully as if you were a figment of his imagination. 

“This is Detective Jumin Han. Your partner for this case.” 

“Jumin,” You nodded, soaking in the name as you reached to greet him. “I’m MC.” 

“That’s a lovely name. I look forward to working with you.” 

“As do I.” You turned to the commissioner, giving a small smile. “We’ll take it from here. Thank you.” 

Eun departed to the home with a wave, leaving just the two of you.

And the numerous other investigators. 

“So from what I know we’re looking at a government official. A justice, right?”

Jumin cleared his throat, having to break away from his mesmerization of you.

“Yes-yes. Justice Gyeong Kim. Inside is Prime Minister Kwan Choi.” 

“There was an eyewitness as well?”

“Two, to be exact,” He stated. “The mother Eunji, and their son, Yoosung.” 

You let out a small sigh, glancing back at the house.

“Story from both of them is an intruder arrived, shot Choi and raced out. When Kim went after the intruder, a fight ensued and Kim was ultimately shot and killed.” 

“Is the son still here?”

“At the house. I haven’t spoken with him. I figured it would be better for us both to go.” 

“Did anyone see the intruder?” 

“They’re interviewing neighbors now.” He folded his lips. “From the few accounts they’ve finished…no.” 

“That sounds like a great start.” 

“Absolutely,” He pointed to the makeshift road, continuing. “Now, the most likely scenario here is the intruder was escaping along the trail and as they and Kim fought, it was derailed shortly off the path.” 

“But going along the path is no different than essentially giving a treasure map with an ‘x marks the spot’.”

“Desperation isn’t known to make people geniuses.” 

You thought, tipping your head curiously. “How would you act desperate?”

“Depends on the motivation don’t you think?” 

“Well, in this context.” 

“I imagine I wouldn’t have pursued them. I would’ve protected those with me. And while I can understand the motivation to go after and prevent these from happening again, there are higher chances of losing than winning.” 

“Well, you’re younger and stronger. Kim was older and average built for someone his age. You would’ve had a very good chance of winning. Kim…not so much.” 

“Perhaps that’s what makes it an act of desperation,” Jumin turned to face you, leaving you feeling oddly comforted. “Not knowing nor caring whether you’ll win or lose. It’s purely an instinct, a desire to protect.” 

“I don’t doubt that Kim had the best interest. He did good work in the government and was a wonderful family man. But something about this…”

“What?”

“It’s just that most would call the police. Even desperate and terrified people the first thing they do is call for emergency help.”

“Do you think Kim contemplated?”

“I wouldn’t rule out the possibility.” You shuffled, huffing. “We’ll have to ask the family I guess.” 

“I suppose so.” He shrugged. “but I wouldn’t be too worried, this won’t get us out of paperwork.” 

You laughed lightly as you began to turn and head for the house, Jumin following beside you. “Oh, was that a joke? I heard you were pretty stoic.” 

“I’d like to think that people just don’t appreciate my humor.” He gave the tiniest smile. “But I’m glad to finally find someone who does.” 

“You could’ve fooled me as a comedian.” 

“Really?”

“Without a doubt. Especially now,” You grinned. “situations like these are when people need lightheartedness the most. You know, a little light to the darkness.”

His eyes became painted with a tender sort of care towards you, his lips stretching a bit more as he nodded in agreement. 

“I couldn’t agree more.” 

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2015 MTV Movie Awards

Best On-Screen Duo

  • Bradley Cooper & Vin Diesel – Guardians of the Galaxy
  • Zac Efron & Dave Franco – Neighbors
  • James Franco & Seth Rogen – The Interview
  • Channing Tatum & Jonah Hill – 22 Jump Street
  • Shailene Woodley & Ansel Elgort – The Fault in Our Stars
Planning

Originally posted by supernaturalmentalhealthimagines

Pairing: SamxReader, Crowleyxdaughter!reader
Word count: 2,467
Warnings: Smut, mentions of past abuse, swearing
[She’s Leaving] [Hell’s Princess] [Hi, Franky] [Witches] [France]

After enjoying the silence, you turned in his arms, so that your stomach was on his crotch. You rested your head on his chest, looking up at him. “What’s on your mind right now?” Despite knowing him so well, his mind still remained a mystery.

“You mean other then how lucky I am to have you?

You laughed. “Yes, other then that.”

Sam thought for a moment on how to compose his thoughts. “I’m thinking about us, our future, how I know that no matter where we are, I’m home.” He smiled. “Because you’re my home.”

You wrapped your arms around him. “And you are mine.” You smiled against his chest. “You were my knight in shining armor. You put an end to the worst life anyone could imagine, and gave me the happiest. You, Sam Winchester, put me on the path of recovery, hope, happiness and love. I could never in my life time make that up to you. But I will die trying to show you the amount of happiness you showed me.”

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The Last Time

Words: 2,073
Rating: K+
Characters: Nick Wilde, Judy Hopps, Nick’s mom
Summary: The last time Nick talked to his mother he was 13, caught shoplifting. The last time Nick saw his mother he was 18, riding handcuffed in the back of a police truck for the first (and last) time.

Notes: So this is my first wildehopps fic, let me know what you guys think! I’m a little rusty it’s been a good few months since I’ve written anything, but I hope you guys like it! And thanks to @always-aaack-for-everlark for constantly encouraging me to write for this fandom💗

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The last time Nick talked to his mom he was 13 years old. He was caught shoplifting from their grocery store and was escorted home by a security guard. He was let off with a warning from the officer, his third that week, but didn’t get off as easy with his mother.
“Hello Miss Wilde, just here to drop off your son.” The buck officer had glared at Nick as he spoke, making sure the young fox stayed put. “We let him off with a warning this time, but another offense we’re going to have to discuss stricter precautions.”

When the officer left Nick’s mother’s stopped smiling and her eyes welled with tears.
“Nicky! We’ve talked about this! Stealing isn’t right! You could be arrested, you could get hurt it isn’t safe.” She rubbed her eyes to stop herself from crying, and to keep herself awake.

Nick knew the drill by now, his mom had been working three jobs ever since his dad died just to get by. His mom didn’t have time to look after him every minute of the day and she tried to hide the truth, but Nick knew better. They were poor, they were starving, and eventually they wouldn’t have a roof over their heads. He only stole what they needed, and he only conned money off of suckers to help pay rent. But his mother didn’t seem to understand.

“What am I going to do with you Nick. I got a call yesterday, you haven’t been in school all week! Skipping and stealing! Nicky, you’re- you’re better than this…” Her voice cracked and tears slid down her fur. He opened his mouth to refute, talk about how he was only breaking the law just a little for a good reason, but his mom was already grabbing her uniform for her next shift.
“If you want to help, Nicky… Help in a way that doesn’t involve the possibility of getting arrested.”

That night he ran. Grabbed his dad’s favorite tie and some of the money he saved up and left. If being sly to help his mother didn’t help, then he’d take away her stress by leaving completely.

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The last time Nick saw his mom was 5 years later. He was in the back of a police car, handcuffs around his wrists for the first (and last) time. He got into a slight altercation with an undercover police officer on the far outskirts of town. He didn’t expect the cops to drive right through his old neighborhood. But he really didn’t expect to see his mom walking down the sidewalk, a soft smile across her face. That smile vanished when she saw the police car, she was squinting to see through the tint in the backseat Windows and Nick knew she saw him.

He slid down in the seat, unable to meet the disappointment in her eyes.

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Fifteen years later Nick is in a police car again. Except this time he’s driving the police car, with a shiny gold officers badge, and mirrored sunglasses that he almost never takes off.
He’s been driving said police car for almost a year, well taking turns with his partner of course. Nick’s pretty sure Judy would cry if she didn’t get to sit in the drivers seat of the patrol car at least once a day. But this morning Nick was driving, they had taken an early shift and Judy, for once, had a hard time waking up.

“WILDE! HOPPS!” If Judy wasn’t awake when they parked at the ZPD she certainly was when they walked in the building. Chief Bogo’s voice could probably be heard all the way in Bunnyburrows.
“Yes sir!” Judy had seemed to switch in a matter of seconds from overtired rabbit to most-powerful-member-on-the-ZPD.

Bogo handed Judy a few folders and a tape recorder. “There’s been a string of robberies just on the outskirts of town. Those folders are the victims, talk to them and some of their neighbors. See if you can get any information out of them.” He seemed angry as he walked away so Judy didn’t bother asking why the victims and witnesses didn’t just come to the station, and instead ran off to the patrol car waiting for Nick to get into the passenger’s seat.

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“Give me the first address!” Judy chirped as they drove through the main Zootopia districts.
“Uh first address is Amelia at 24…” And then Nick froze. His eye’s wide and slacked jaw. He couldn’t bring himself to read the street name. He hasn’t seen that street name in years, he had tried to think about that street name as little as humanly possible. Yet here he was, staring at an address that was right next to his childhood home.

“Nick? Nick? You okay?” It took him a minute to realize that Judy had pulled over. Concern glazing over her violet eyes. Her nose was scrunched up, as it always was when she was a little nervous. Nick forced a smile, a smile that he was sure was noticeably fake. “I’m, i’m fine Carrots. Must’ve blanked out a minute.” He said the rest of the address in a hushed jumble.

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“Thank you so much Miss Amelia, remember to keep your door locked at all times and report anything unusual to the ZPD.” The young gazelle smiled and thanked the officers for stopping by and talking to her, even promising to take better safety precautions.

Judy had just about grinned from ear to ear the whole 15 minutes spent with Miss Amelia. “What a sweetheart! We’ll have to come back in a few weeks to see how she’s doing, we might have just made a new friend Nick!” Nick gave his partner anther fake smile but didn’t say a word, instead he began walking towards the buildings exit.

“Woah woah woah! Mr. Sly fox! Where do you think we’re going? We have to interview her neighbors too! Amelia said the woman living to her next door is old and probably needs some help.” Judy had him by the ear dragging him to the next apartment door.

Number 25.

Judy knocked.

“You okay Nick? You look like you just saw a murder…” Judy placed a paw on his arm and gave him the look of concern he had (unwillingly) become used to. Nick managed a nod, but he continued to stare at the door as if it were a ghost.

When the door opened Nick’s urge to run and throw up grew simultaneously.

The fox standing in the doorway was old. She had gray fur around her muzzle and paws and a few random patches, her fur was noticeably thinner, and she was hunched over slightly against the door. She was wearing a dress covered in flour and paint stains and a pair of wire rimmed glasses that no doubt were in dire need of replacing. “May I help you?”

Judy grinned and stuck out her hand, “Officer Hopps, ZPD, my partner and I are here to ask you a few questions about the recent robberies in your neighborhood. Is it already if we discuss this inside?” Nick had to not his tongue to stop himself from groaning out of fear of seeing that apartment again.

“Absolutely.”
“Thank you so much Miss…” Judy paused when she realized she didn’t know the fox’s name.
“Mary, dear. Mary Laura Wilde.” When she spoke she kept direct eye contact with Nick’s mirrored sunglasses.
If Judy had been drinking something she would’ve spat it everywhere.

Nick took a shakey breath and slid off his sunglasses, “Hi mom.” It was quiet and he was nervous and could barely look her in the eye. A few moments of silence passed before anyone spoke.

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again, Nicky.” Her voice was soft and sweet. And it shocked Nick. He had expected some sort of anger, any resentment would have been accepted, but instead he looked up and saw his mother smiling and tears welling up in her eyes.
“Eighteen years… Is a really long time to not see your son.” Then the tears began to fall.

Nick, out of childhood extinct, wrapped his mother in a hug at the sight of her tears. “Mom. Mom please don’t cry…” She sniffed away the tears and pulled Nick close. “I *sniff* looked everywhere for y-you. The police tried to help, b-but they were no help. Then that one day I saw you, handcuffed in the back of that police van and-” Mary shook her head and pinched her eyes shut.
“Mom…” Nick squeezed her and laid his chin on her shoulder, then he felt a smack on his upper arm. “That’s for leaving me alone for eighteen years.” She mumbled through sniffles and a smile. Nick chuckled, “I was more trouble than I was worth.” But his mother didn’t laugh, “You were worth every single call home, Nicky. Every ounce of trouble was worth having you as my son.” Mary rubbed behind his ear, just as she had when he was a kit.

“Well,” Mary cleared her throat and pulled out chairs for Nick and Judy, “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way. What was it you two wanted to talk to me about?” That’s when Nick realized Judy’s fur around her eyes were wet.
“We’re you… Crying?” Judy gave him a glare and smacked his arm, in the same arm his mother had.
“OW! You bunnies, so emotional…” He rolled his eyes but his smile was endearing.

“Well we were going to talk to you about some of the robberies happening around this area, but I think you and Nick have some catching up to do.” Judy smiled and shook Mary’s hand.
“It was a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Wilde, I’ll come get Nick when I’m done.”
“Oh please, call me Mary… and thank you.” Judy had never seen anyone smile with such pride.

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When Judy finished speaking to almost every person in the apartment building she returned to apartment Number 25.
When she stepped inside she saw Mary holding a photo album in her lap, her arm wrapped around her son, and a constant smile on both foxes faces.
“And that one is when you single handedly ate every Popsicle in the three boxes we had, just to use the sticks to make me a Mother’s Day gift.” Nick laughed, the picture of his 4 year old self covered in red stains and proudly holding up his Popsicle stick house was always his mom’s favorite picture.

“Aaaaww!!” Judy squealed at an octave high enough to make any animal’s ears bleed. “You were so adorable Nick!” The bunny slid onto the couch beside Mary for a better look.
“Were!” Nick placed his paw against his chest, in faux offense. “Were! I’ll have you know I am STILL adorable.”
Judy rolled her eyes, “Hardly adorable…”
“Oh, you know you love me.” Nick smirked with pride, making Judy’s face flush.

“So,” Mary had a smirk similar to Nick’s plastered on her face. “How long have you been dating?”
For the second time that day Judy was ready to do a spit take.
A chorus of “Oh no!” “We’re not!” “Definitely not” “not us!” Rang out from the two of them.
Mary waved them off “Oh please. I saw the two of you on the news after that whole missing mammals ordeal. Try telling me I don’t know how my son looks when he’s in love.”
Nick felt his face get hot and he watched as Judy began thumping her foot, something she always did when she was nervous.
“We aren’t IN love Mom, we’re partners.”
“Well if that’s what you kids call it these days… Either way,” Mary looked at Judy and beamed, “Any girl who brings my Nicky back home is definitely welcome here any time.” Judy’s ears perked up and her face broke into a grin, “Thank you Mary.”

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When they left Mary’s apartment it was a good hour since their shift had ended. And Mary was in tears as she hugged Nick goodbye.
“I’m gonna come back Mom, I’m not leaving for good this time. I promise” Nick placed a kiss on the top of her head.
“I know I know, that’s why I’m crying. I’m gonna see my son again.”
Nick smiled and Judy saw a tear fall down his cheek, “That’s right mom. I’m not gonna leave you again.”

The Mysterious Disappearance of Maura Murray (Part 1)

Maura Murray, 21, went missing in Woodsville, New Hampshire on the evening of February 9th, 2004. Originally from Hanson, Massachusetts Maura ended up crashing into a snowbank with her car and then vanished.

The night before Maura’s disappearance she googled MapQuest directions to the Berkshire Hills, a region located in the western part of Massachusetts, and directions to Burlington, Vermont.

At around 1 pm the day she went missing she emailed her boyfriend saying, “I got your messages, but honestly, I didn’t feel like talking to much of anyone, I promise to call today though.” Soon afterwards, she made a phone call to inquire about a condominium in Stowe, Vermont, though she did not actually go through with renting it. It’s also important to note her family has vacationed there in the past. She then emailed her school faculty saying she would be out of town for a week due to the death of a family member. However, no one in her family had died.

2:05 pm: She made more phone calls to hotels located in Stowe, Vermont requesting booking information. She also left a voice message to her boyfriend promising they would get a chance to talk soon.

3:30 pm: She left school campus in her car. Some items she brought with her included clothing, hygiene products, and college textbooks. When investigators searched her dorm, some of her items were packed up and the decorations on her wall were taken down. Maura did not tell anyone which location she had chosen to go and investigators could not find evidence that indicated where she was actually headed.

3:40 pm: She withdrew $280 from an ATM, almost her whole bank account, then spent $40 of it on alcohol at a nearby liquor store. Security footage shows that Maura was alone at the time of the purchase.

The last recorded use of her cell phone was at 4:37 pm, which was to check her voice mail. 

 7 pm: Maura crashed her car into a snowbank on Route 112, located in New Hampshire. A neighbor approached Maura to offer help but she sternly refused. In an interview the neighbor told investigators, “she was pleading for me to not help her.” Maura had told him she already contacted AAA to assist her however, AAA has no record of any phone call from Maura. The neighbor left her alone but phoned police anyway.

When police arrived on scene Maura, as well as her credit card, wallet, and phone were missing. None of these items, including Maura herself, were ever recovered.

BullettMedia: We Showed Dave Franco His Brother’s Naked Instagram Selfie

In the new comedy Neighbors, out May 9th, Dave Franco plays a member of a frat who, alongside Zac Efron, wreaks havoc on Seth Rogen’s quiet family who lives next door. For the 28-year-old Franco, the role is the latest in a string of recent box-office hits (from Now You See Me to 21 Jump Street) which have helped him creep out of the shadow of his famous brother and morph into a viable screen star.  This year in particular has been a big one for Franco: after voicing a role in the surprise hit The Lego Movie, his part in Neighbors precedes the release of next month’s highly anticipated sequel, 22 Jump Street. Here, Franco discusses breaking into the industry through online videos, his career-defining, seven second role in Superbad, and his brother’s obsession with taking pictures of himself, sometimes in the nude.

I saw Neighbors and I absolutely loved it, so I’m going to be bold right now. The main competition for Neighbors is The Amazing Spider-Man 2, so let me just say this: fuck Spider-Man.
Whoa! I’ll take it, man. Have you seen the new Spider-Man yet?

No, I haven’t. Have you?
No. Well, it’s so weird because I’m obviously not very old but this whole new incarnation of Spider-Man just seems so quick. The past incarnation is still so fresh in my mind that it’s too soon for me. But I don’t feel as aggressive as you!

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↳ a fictional documentary starring Lydia Graham and an ensemble cast of newcomers and non-actors.

Synopsis:

The story of Solin Peak, a town nestled near one of Minnesota’s highest summits, unfolds through the lens of aspiring filmmaker and lifelong resident Samantha Brisbane (Lydia Graham), who has chosen her hometown as the subject of her entry to the New York Film Academy. Through interviews with neighbors, friends and other Solin Peak inhabitants, an image of small-town life begins to emerge that is both heartwarming and harsh, as well as extraordinary in one particular way: Solin Peak is home to dozens of ghosts, many of whom live with their former families and friends and perform their jobs and habits just as they did when they were alive.

Shot in pseudo-documentary style and set against the frozen, windswept backdrop of Minnesota’s rural landscape, Fourth Corner of Nowhere paints a picture of a world bearing many similarities to ours, where the townspeople have found themselves at the crossroads of catharsis and stagnation for decades. They are held together by undercurrents of sadness, resilience and hope, but above all else, their history and future can be summed up by the one question we all face: do we choose to stay with the things we’ve lost, or face the future that has already left them behind?