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1D Rebranding and Eventual Reunion: GP vs. Fandom Perception

So I’m seeing a lot of tension an unrest over the way that the members of 1D, Harry in particular, are distancing themselves from the band as they embark upon their solo careers (ie, Harry, or whatever intern runs Harry’s sm scrubbing his twitter clean of 1D mentions). I know people are anxious about this, and I understand that anxiety, but I want to offer a different perspective: I think this could be a good thing, not just for their solo ventures, but for 1D as a whole. Hear me out on this one, long windily and under the cut. 

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Love and loneliness: how Hanya Yanagihara learned to see

The Booker-nominated author of A Little Life has curated an exhibition of 12 photographers whose work expresses ‘the perennial mystery of being alive’ (via theguardian)


Ageing: The Brown Sisters, Hanwichport, Massachusetts, 1978

Nixon has photographed the four sisters of the Brown family every year since 1974, always arranged in the same order

Photograph: Nicholas Nixon/courtesy Fraenkel Gallery, San Francisco


Ageing: Nicholas Nixon’s The Brown Sisters, Cambridge, Massachusetts, 1989

‘Is there another series of art that is more honest about time than Nicholas Nixon’s brutal, awe-inspiring The Brown Sisters?’ says Yanagihara


Ageing: Nicholas Nixon’s The Brown Sisters, Truro, Massachusetts, 2010

‘What makes it memorable is its matter-of-factness … its cool-eyed refusal to turn away from something – the prospect of our own death – that frightens us all’

Part Two, Chapter Seven; In the Days Between - Part Two.

This chapter explores Julia’s life in the future. Julia (aka Faith) has been separated from Claire in their journey thru the stones and arrives in 2007. A nurse at the hospital she is rushed to quickly takes responsibility for her, accepting her as her own child. Part Two finds us about two and a half years after Julia arrives in the future.

You can find previous chapters here.

New Years Eve, 2010; Boston, Massachusetts.
Nurse Katie Campbell

I hated parties like this. The only people I knew were the host and hostess, my cousin Michael and his wife Tiffany, and their immediate family. They were all occupied with their hosting roles, leaving me to float aimlessly from room to room in search of meaningful conversation.

Sitting in the corner of a plush sofa in the family room, I absently listened to the coverage of the ball drop events in New York City. All of the children had congregated here too, leaving me in ample company, albeit noisy. Julia adored her older cousins and had no interest in me. I could have left the state all together and I don’t think she would have cared, as long as I was back by bedtime.

The countdown clock read two hours to midnight. If I just stayed here and hid among the children, would anyone notice? A tall, dark haired man sat down on the other end of the couch and I mentally sighed. I’d have to find a new spot soon.

“You look like you’re having about as much fun as I am.” He commented. I turned and found him looking extraordinarily bored.

I cocked an eyebrow and raised my glass of wine, “I don’t know what you mean, I’m having the time of my life.”

A huge grin spread across his face, making me realize with a start just how handsome he was. There were worse people to crash my hideout.

“So, how do you know Michael and Tiffany?” Came the standard, safe question.

“He’s my cousin,” I answered for the fiftieth time tonight, “his father is my uncle.”

Recognition lit his face, “Ah, so you’re Katie.”

“And you would be?” I asked pointedly over the rim of my wine glass.

“Luke Murray, sorry.” He had the good grace to look a little embarrassed. “My son Max and I live across the street. Michael’s talked quite a bit about you.”

Ah, yes. The neighbor Tiffany tries to hook me up with every time we visit. According to her, we were perfect for each other.

I responded dryly, “And Tiffany about you.”

He laughed, a deep, resonant sound that sent an electrical current up my spine.

So what if he’s attractive, Catherine Anne. He also has a kid and lives on a completely different continent. Ignore it.

“It seems they’ve been conspiring against us.” He commented.

“I would have used the word matchmaking, but conspiring works too.”

He grinned unabashedly, “You’re not quite what I imagined you’d be.”

I snorted, “Neither are you.”

Somehow I had always imagined an overweight, balding man in his forties, despite Tif’s gushing descriptions. Luke Murray was about as far from out of shape as a person could be. He wore a loose fitting shirt, but I could tell he hid abs of steel beneath. The jeans he wore could hide many a fault, but I would bet my life his calves would rival Hercules himself.

No chance, no way. Get a grip.

Julia ran past me squealing with glee as Jake, Michael’s middle child, chased her around the couch. She launched herself into Luke’s lap shouting, “Save me from the dragon, Prince Charming!”

Luke didn’t even flinch, but hoisted her over his shoulder as he stood and charged after the fire breathing beast. He skillfully set Julia down and tacked Jake in one fell swoop. The eight year old boy erupted into a fit of giggles as Luke tickled him.

“Let the princess go or I'll… I’ll…” he punted. Then, seized with an idea, held the squirming child upside down and shook him gently, looking very much like someone trying to empty a piggy bank of its coins. “Or I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll tickle you until you cry for mercy!”

Jake quickly surrendered, and he and Julia scurried off to join whatever game the other children were playing.

“Mike said you had a daughter, right?” Luke asked with a huge grin, and I found myself grinning right back as I nodded.

“She would be the fair maiden you just rescued,” I laughed.

His eyes grew wide with astonishment, “That adorable sweetheart is yours? She told me earlier that I was her Prince Charming because my shirt matched her eyes. Oh, and that she had extra shoes packed in case she loses one at the party tonight.”

“You should be flattered, she doesn’t pass that title out to just anybody,” I felt my cheeks grow warm. Prince Charming, indeed.

“I’m deeply flattered,” he assured me, placing a hand over his heart in over dramatic sincerity. “I’m just glad I’m not the one who has to tell her she can’t have a pony for Christmas.”

I laughed, thinking of the spoiled creature who lived at my brother’s house. “She already has one.”

“Hello again,” Luke said as he stepped into the doorway beside me.

I smiled in greeting. We had gone our separate ways to attend to our respective children in the last hour, but somehow both wound up back in the media room. “Still here?” I asked.

He groaned, rolling his eyes. “Max is a night owl and having the time of his life. Me, on the other hand…”

“I found Julia sound asleep in the corner of the laundry room with the dog.” I commented, shaking my head at the memory.

“Smart girl,” he chuckled.

She certainly had the right idea in disappearing. If our bed hadn’t been used as the coat depository, I would have vanished with her in tow long ago, claiming it was her bedtime. She may have protested, but, as she was the youngest child still in attendance, I didn’t think anyone would have thought much of it.

“Five minutes!” someone shouted drunkenly.

I sighed, “At least it’s almost midnight.”

The crowd in the media room was thick and Luke moved to let someone exit the room, looking after them in envy of their departure. “Can I get you a refill?”

“Yes, please,” I answered, all but shoving my glass into his hand.

Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was the festive, holiday spirit, but the close proximity of a certain Luke Murray was doing strange things to my adrenaline levels. He stood beside me, leaning against the back wall of the room as we watched the final minutes of 2010 tick by. I was hypersensitive to the brush of his sleeve against my arm, the smell of his cologne, his nonverbal reactions to the people around us.

He tipped his head in my direction, commenting, “You know, it’s good luck to kiss a redhead on the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve.”

“You’re making that up,” I replied as my heart thundered violently in my chest.

He chuckled, “Maybe the redheaded part, but not the rest.”

I frantically tried to think of something witty to say, but before I could, the tv announced that it was ten seconds until midnight and the room around us got considerably louder.

Luke leaned closer and his breath tickled my ear as he asked, “May I?”

Nine, eight, seven…

I looked at him, breath catching in my throat. His face was wonderfully near mine, his eyes asking in such a way that I nodded without really realizing I had until his face drew closer still.

Six, five, four…

Slipping my arm between him and the wall, my hand rested in the curve of his lower back. Luke responded in kind and drew my body to his. He was wonderfully solid, his unwavering strength and concentration supported me in a way I’d never felt before.



Christmas Morning, 2013; Boston, Massachusetts

“Mooooooom, Max won’t share his candy!” Julia’s voice floated up the stairs.

“It’s not my fault you ate all of yours already!” The teenager responded, followed by loud footfalls in the living room below as Max presumably evaded his stepsister’s reach.

Luke groaned, pulling me closer. His words were jumbled and run together with sleep. “‘Mnotreadyforthis.”

Another volley sounded between the siblings and I grinned when Julia switched to Gaelic. I could hear them clatter up the stairs and braced myself for impact.

“Yeah, well, same to you!” Max shouted as the door to our bedroom flew open and Julia launched herself onto the bed. She scrambled over Luke to my side, scurrying under the blankets.

“Your hands are freezing!” I protested as she latched herself onto me.

The bed shifted again, less violently this time, as Max climbed aboard and began to poke her from the relative safety of the other side of the bed. Julia reared up, flinging the blankets off and sending an even colder blast of air into my warm cocoon. She lunged towards him and put just enough pressure on my abdomen to make the babe within me turn somersaults in complaint.

“Oof,” I groaned.

Julia froze, looking down at me in concern. “Did I hurt the baby?”

“No,” I answered, “but he isn’t overly pleased with being tackled this early in the morning.”

“Neither am I,” Luke said gruffly, peeking out of one eye.

“She!” Julia insisted, then patted my growing bump. “Sorry.”

Max grinned sheepishly but made no move to leave, echoing, “Sorry.”

“Go back down stairs and we’ll be there in a minute,” I pushed the eight and a half year old bulk off of me. They did so without complaint, leaving us alone once again.

I rolled onto my side and pressed myself against my husband, melting into him as he curved himself around me. His hands instinctively gravitated towards his child, whispering “Merry Christmas” to the both of us.


Victorian with Upper Deck by denizen8
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with a wreath on it


#PipilottiRist’s underwear chandelier: “Massachusetts Chandelier,” 2010, 2-channel video installation, silent, color, with chandelier made of used and washed underpants with one central lightbulb @newmuseum #NewMuseum (at New Museum)

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About time travel and continuity and Gavin MacLoed.

Here are the facts: 

  • Fergus MacLoed was born in 1661 in Scotland. 
  • He was dead before 1723. 
  • In 1723, Gavin MacLoed was listed as Captain of a transatlantic trading ship that sunk. 
  • Around 1980 an expedition found Gavin’s signet ring in the sunken wreck.  The ring ended up in a museum in Massachusetts. 
  • In 2010, Bobby summoned the ghost of Gavin using the ring.  Upon being summoned, the ghost asked, “Is this Hell?" 
  • Bobby then summoned Crowley who was told that Gavin told Bobby "everything”.  So Sam and Dean dug up the grave of Fergus.  Crowley showed up and took the bones, after telling Bobby he was out of the soul contract, but leaving in the part about Bobby’s legs.  (We did not hear Bobby tell Sam and Dean about Gavin being Crowley’s son, but Rufus is aware.)
  • In 2013 Sam gets Bobby’s soul out of Hell and delivers it to Heaven.  It is mentioned that Crowley paid off a reaper to get Bobby’s soul.
  • In 2014 Abaddon travels back to 1723 and nabs Gavin while he is in the process of packing.
  • Crowley tells Gavin about his situation and also why he sold his soul in the first place.  Gavin says that he doesn’t understand because his father is dead and he buried him.  We get a clear shot of Gavin’s hands when Abaddon is blinding him, and he is not wearing any rings.
  • Dean says that he can’t get over Crowley having a son.
  • Crowley tells Gavin that his ship sunk and does not send Gavin back in time.

So.  What would it take to escape a continuity error?

Technically, Gavin never has to be on that ship.  His ring does.  And as far as we know, he did not bring the ring to 2014.  He was apparently signed up to be the captain of the ship.  (He told Crowley he was “working his way across”.)  Seeing as there was no picture i.d. back then, perhaps someone else took his place without bothering to notify anyone of his true identity.  We saw a dead body left in Gavin’s room courtesy of Abaddon, so it isn’t out of the realm of possibility that some sort of kerfuffle happened that might result in someone else coming in, finding Gavin’s ring and other possessions and scooting out of town right across the ocean before they get in trouble for murder.

Assuming that both Gavins are the same person, he simply has to have died before 2010 for Bobby to summon his ghost.  He could wander around for several years yet before going back in time either to get on the ship or to die in any other way before four years ago. (I think 2010 Gavin looks older than 2014 Gavin, but that’s of course debatable.)

I think it’s interesting that the Gavin we saw in 2014 asked if he was in Heaven, and the Gavin we saw in 2010 asked if he was in Hell.  I don’t know what it means, but it makes me wonder where 2010 ghost Gavin had been before showing up at Bobby’s.  Has he forgotten where he was before, whether that be Heaven or Hell?  Or was he nowhere?

There’s another way to avoid a continuity error.  We saw in The French Mistake that SPN’s reality includes alternate universes and that angels are able to traverse between them, though Balthazar used a spell to do so rather than simply angel powers.  So, it is possible that when Abaddon used her spell to go back in time, she went to an alternate universe and grabbed that version of Gavin and brought him back to the universe we normally watch.  That way, “our” universe’s Gavin could have died on the ship in 1723 while wearing his ring and we can still have another Gavin living in 2014.  No problem.

Dean saying he can’t get over Crowley having a son isn’t necessarily an error.  We didn’t hear Bobby tell them the entire story of how he found out about Crowley’s bones.  That was when Sam was soulless and Dean was worried about that.  Bobby also was upset with them for not thinking about his troubles, so it was more likely than normal that they would just do what he said without demanding explanations.  And it doesn’t seem out of the realm of possibility to me that Dean would word it that way upon meeting the son even if he’d already heard about his existence four years ago.

Any other possibilities?  Hmmm.  I wouldn’t put it past Crowley to be able to time travel.  Even if he doesn’t know how yet, he can learn just like Abaddon did.  That ring could technically belong to anyone.  Again, Bobby never had Gavin’s bones.  That ghost could have been anyone.  Crowley could have gone back in time and made a deal with whomever owned the ring to sail under Gavin’s name and promised him an easier time in Hell in exchange for not ratting Crowley out, especially if it was someone who already had a contract and whose time was up anyway.  Crowley sold his soul back then, so why not more people?  Why would he do that?  Perhaps to avoid changing things.  Now that Abaddon is dead, he seems to be on top so why would he want to risk a timeline change where he might have lost?  He just learned she could time travel using a spell, so why wouldn’t he go look up the spell himself.  He could do that any time before he gets killed (if he does indeed get killed) or before Gavin dies in the present or future without going back in time.  There may even be a way to explain Bobby going to Hell here if Crowley didn’t really remove his soul contract.  He left the part about the legs in so it wasn’t completely undone anyway.  Bobby died before the 10 years were up, but that doesn’t mean anything either, because it wasn’t Crowley or a demon who killed him so that doesn’t negate the deal either.  It might be interesting if it turns out Bobby’s soul wasn’t actually considered innocent and so the second trial Sam did doesn’t really count.  (All that doesn’t really matter to continuity errors, though.  I’m just kind of freethinking.)

I really think show will pull this back up and deal with it later by sending Gavin back in time, but even if they don’t, it doesn’t necessarily negate the events of Weekend at Bobby’s if we assume they were Gavins from two different universes.


Pipilotti Rist’s “Massachusetts Chandelier” (2010) at the @newmuseum.

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Most people equate detachment with indifference - or worse, clinical coldness. Not so at all. A detached person, for example, ought to see a snake as a snake, not as a snake-plus-a-shudder. A snake-plus-a-shudder is not a snake, but something the observer added on his own. Nobody is asking you to like snakes or elevators, but any well-meaning friend would or should suggest that you see them straight before you set up any decisions in your mind.
—  J.D. Salinger in a letter to Deirdre Bonifaz (1954) / “Letters from Salinger,” The Massachusetts Review 51.4 (2010): 776-78.