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Peu de rivalités ont autant marqué le monde et les mémoires que celles entre les USA et l'URSS. Débutée juste après la chute des nazis et de leurs alliés, elle est immédiatement baptisée “Guerre Froide” – et le nom veut tout dire. Script: Guilhem  @DHistoiresenHistoire  00:00 Introduction 01:55 Idéologies et analyses concurrentes 07:26 Premières crises 15:01 Des escalades 18:39 Façades et réalités 21:59 Coexistence pacifique (1953-1963) 29:52 Détente (1963-1975) 34:12 Guerre fraîche (1975-1984) 38:28 Nouvelle détente 41:44 Effondrement de l'URSS 44:59 Conclusion Adhérez à cette chaîne pour obtenir des avantages : https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCN4TCCaX-gqBNkrUqXdgGRA/join Pour soutenir la chaîne, au choix: 1. Cliquez sur le bouton « Adhérer » sous la vidéo. 2. Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/hndl Musique issue du site : epidemicsound.com Images provenant de https://www.storyblocks.com Abonnez-vous à la chaine: https://www.youtube.com/c/LHistoirenousledira Les vidéos sont utilisées à des fins éducatives selon l'article 107 du Copyright Act de 1976 sur le Fair-Use. Sources et pour aller plus loin: André FONTAINE, La guerre froide 1917-1991, Seuil, 2006. John LEWIS GADDIS, The Cold War. A New History, Penguin, 2006. Nicolas WERTH, Le cimetière de l'espérance, essais sur l'histoire de l'Union soviétique, 1914-1991, Tempus, 2019. Tony JUDT, Post War: A History of Europe Since 1945, Penguin, 2005. Pierre GROSSER, Les temps de la guerre froide, Complexe, 1995. Stanislas JEANNESSON, Sabine DULLIN, Atlas de la guerre froide, Autrement, 2017. Juliette BOURDIN, Entre portes ouvertes et portes fermées, la politique chinoise des États-Unis du XIXe au XXIe siècle, Paris, Presses Sorbonne nouvelle, 2013 Ian KERSHAW, L'âge global. L'Europe de 1950 à nos jours, Seuil, 2020. Serge BERSTEIN et Pierre MILZA, Histoire du XXe siècle – Tomes 2 (1945-1973) et 3 (1973-1990), éditions de 2006-2010 Juliette BOURDIN, Entre porte ouverte et porte fermée – La politique chinoise des États-Unis du XIXe au XXIe siècle, 2013 Pierre BROCHEUX (dir.), Les décolonisations au XXe siècle – La fin des empires européens et japonais, 2012 Hélène CARRÈRE-D'ENCAUSSE, Six années qui ont changé le monde (1985-1991) – La chute de l'empire soviétique, 2015 Jean CAZEMAJOU et Jean-Michel LACROIX (dir.), La guerre du Vietnam et l'opinion publique américaine (1961-1973), 1991 Sabine DULLIN et al., Atlas de la guerre froide (1947-1990) : un conflit global et multiforme, 2020 Catherine DURANDIN, La Guerre froide – « Que sais-je ? », 2023 Jacques GERNET, Le monde chinois – Tome 3 – L'époque contemporaine, édition de 2005 Bernard VINCENT, Histoire des États-Unis, édition de 2016 Michèle WEINACHTER (dir.), L'Est et l'Ouest face à la chute du Mur – Question de perspective, Travaux et documents du CIRAC, 2013 Nicolas WERTH, Histoire de l'Union Soviétique de Lénine à Staline (1917-1953) – “Que Sais-Je ?”, 6e édition de 2022 Nicolas WERTH, Histoire de l'Union Soviétique de Kroutchev à Gorbatchev – “Que Sais-Je ?”, 5e édition de 2023 Tessa Coombs, « Cold War », https://www.imdb.com/fr-ca/title/tt1282631/ MAD World - The History of the Cold War Episode 1/ Superpowers Free Documentary History https://youtu.be/cadWivTlj1A?si=fZ1liXpP3Px2PwXA The Cold War/ Seven Minutes to Midnight Documentary, WarsofTheWorld, 6 aout 2021 https://youtu.be/2336v76nEf8?si=E6VXmTLm7jPzn3hk John F. Kennedy's Speech at the Berlin Wall https://youtu.be/yBQvKXIDiuc?si=DPlhRN6vgfUbGNIJ Autres références disponibles sur demande. #histoire #documentaire #guerrefroide #guerre #urss #usa #staline #marshall #russie #russia

A Holiday Haunting: Part 1 Jack returns home and reconnects with his old ghost crush. Based on a post by zeon 67. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. Oh. Shit! She's back. Jack had to drop everything and run to the living room; he needed to see her again. His coffee mug shattering against the kitchen floor meant little to him. Jack followed her out of the room, stumbling into the den and crashed into a chair. Any pain that he felt was instantly ignored; he just had to see her face. But she phased through the bookcase, leaving him disappointed. Ten years. It had been ten years since Jack had last seen Erin. Just a brief peek of her ghostly form, and Jack was a teenager again. The first time he met Erin, he was thirteen. Jack's parents had dragged the family from Boston to live in a stock horror mansion outside Portland, Maine. He hated everything about it, feeling depressed, isolated from his old life. Then he saw her. She appeared late one night as Jack attempted to fall asleep. His eyes widened as this woman floated in front of his bed. She wore a bulky, dark shirt with a lighter collar, a long apron over a skirt that reached her ankles and sensible shoes. Pale skin and white hair held up in a professional bun. She stood translucent and hovered a foot off the ground. Jack was freaking out, shaking under the covers and trying to release a scream. But watching her body float, her head crooked to the side with a curious smile, Jack felt an eerie calm. He sat up in his bed and examined her further. She was beautiful, an oval face with dimples, full lips, and wide, expressive eyes. He tried to guess her age, but it was impossible due to her intangible form. "Hello;" Jack said. His voice was hoarse and unconvincing. She smiled again at him before disappearing. "Fuck." Jack immediately fainted. He awoke late in the morning, still shaken. Jack ran down to his family, yelling at them in the kitchen at what he had just seen. His parents responded with blank looks. His sisters both snickered, cracking jokes about Jack's nighttime activities, and how it must have affected his brain. But as he continued, the jokes stopped, and soon Jack had weekly sessions with Dr. Miller. It was like a month until he saw her again. Jack was alone in the house and found Erin standing in between his bed. He screamed this time, but Erin just replied with a smile. She looked amused by his actions. She disappeared, and Jack had to wait another month before catching her on the stairs. But he had a plan, knowing what he should do the next time he ever saw her again. "Jack!" His mother yelled from upstairs. "What Happened!" Jack rolled his eyes. "It's nothing. I dropped my mug." He shouted back up, praying that his parents won't come down. Tomorrow was Thanksgiving, and Jack had returned home early, hoping just to relax and forget about Laura. Retreating into the kitchen, he ignored the mess he'd left behind. He wasn't that heartbroken about the end of the relationship; he just needed to get out of Boston for a while. Jack filled up a glass of water and took a couple of gulps, trying to steady himself. The plan was to drink, eat loads and watch football. But now, Jack was instantly consumed by the need to see Erin again.   Erin's Further Revelations. Jack rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He guessed that it was probably two in the morning. He should be asleep, but restless energy had overpowered him, just like when he was a teenager. The weeks after her second appearance, Jack woke early in the morning and saw Erin staring out of the window. She turned to him and then disappeared. Every couple of weeks, he would see Erin around the house, mostly in his room, but always when he was alone. Whenever Jack saw her, Erin would disappear, fade into nothing in front of him. After a dozen or so appearances, Erin and Jack got used to seeing each other over the year. He would see her, and they would exchange brief smiles before would Erin dissolve. Jack got used to finding her in random places, occasionally pretending that she was never there when Erin materialized during family dinners. Though she mostly appeared in his room. He was also sure that he was the only one who could see her, which developed a special bond as he aged. It was just a shame they couldn't talk to each other. Whatever break in the dimensions that brought her here didn't allow them to speak or hear one another. Over the years, Jack and Erin relied on non-verbal communication, making up their own sign language while also writing out words on paper. Jack's parents were weirded out one Christmas when he asked for a dry erase board. He would come home from school and rush to his room, wondering if that day was the day she would appear. If he found her there, Jack would tell her about his day, what had changed since they last spoke, and random thoughts in his head. She would eagerly listen to him and try to respond in her own way. She had become this nonjudgmental friend that he could bounce off from as he dealt with his new surroundings and the horror of puberty. It took two years for Jack to know Erin's name. They were together in his room; the house was empty apart from them. It felt that Erin had trained herself to emerge only when he was alone. Jack sat on his bed, talking to Erin. For the hundredth time, he had asked her name. She led him to the bathroom and pointed to the faucet. Running the hot water, he saw Erin smile as the bathroom mirror started to fog up. She clenched her jaw and pressed a finger up against the glass. Erin's face strained as her form became clearer as she wrote 'ERIN' in the mirror. The smile on Jack's face then quickly vanished as Erin faded into nothing. He wouldn't see her for another two months. Jack rolled onto his stomach, feeling his cock throb against his leg. Without any prompting, his mind cast back when he turned 18, and Erin gave him a special present. It was one of the few times that Erin appeared, when there were other people in the house. He was half-asleep, playing on his PlayStation when she materialized. Jack shuffled back and collapsed on the bed. There was something off about her that night, her body was trembling, and her face was stone-like. With great energy, her lips curled into a smile, and there was a flash. The clothing that Jack had always seen her in the last five years had disappeared into nothing, leaving her naked. A loud guttural groan escaped Jack's mouth; it was the first time he had seen a naked woman. Her body was slim, graceful, like a dancer, and perfect. He stared at her small but firm tits; Jack assumed they were B-cups and wished he could have his hands over them. Her skin then began to change, turning from a clear white to a fair skin tone. He noticed rusty-colored freckles dot around her angular nose framed by long reddish-brown hair. Then two bright green eyes stared back, overwhelming him. "Fuck," Jack whispered. His mouth dry, his stomach twisted into knots, and all the blood drained into his penis. He was in love or lust; it was all the same back then to him. Jack rolled off the bed and waddled to the bathroom, holding out the used tissue as far away from him as if it was toxic. He was only exposed to her for a few moments before she vanished. Still, Erin's naked form had been seared entirely in his brain, giving him special comfort during lonely nights. Dumping the balled-up tissue in the toilet, he started washing his hands. The general feeling of self-disgust hit him, but this time with more power. He was fantasizing about a long-dead woman. It's not right. He crawled back into his bed and reached for his laptop. Opening the browser, Jack thought to himself for a moment before going to incognito mode. He might need some privacy should anyone have a look at his search history. In the search bar, he typed 'Medium Psychic, And Portland, Maine.'   Ophelia's Services. The doorbell rang, and Jack quickly set down his coffee and rushed to the door. He briefly checked himself out in the hallway mirror; he looked normal. Jack wanted to make sure that he pulled that off, a navy oxford shirt, black jeans, and white sneakers, that all screamed normal to him. Jack then mentally thought about what he was going to say to the medium. It wasn't like he had a lot of experience in this. He could tell her about Erin, maybe use her name. Also, he could say where she usually appears and does. Probably shouldn't mention Erin getting naked as some kind of birthday present. He then wished that the medium agreed a later time just so he could rationalize having a drink. During Thanksgiving dinner, Jack told his family that he wanted to stay in Maine for a while, maybe until after Christmas. He had exaggerated the effects that the disintegration of his relationship with Laura had on him. It was a blatant lie; his parents knew it, his sisters didn't care, but no one really questioned it. He prayed that none of them would ever find out that he booked a medium. This Ophelia from Portland, Jack didn't know what he wanted from her. From movies, he had been told that ghosts that roam around usually have unfinished business. If somehow the medium was legit and could talk to Erin, he didn't know if it would be best if Erin moved on. Opening the door, a young woman stood, waiting impatiently. Their eyes met, and Jack was stunned to find his assumptions shattered. He was expecting a woman in her fifties, heavy makeup, and lots of necklaces, someone like that Long Island psychic. Instead, a woman stood in front of him who looked like she was in her twenties, with blonde wavy hair and a curvy figure. She gave an impression of an Instagram influencer with tight high-waisted jeans, a simple tee, and a suede jacket. "Jack Taylor?" she said, pinching her mouth shut and curving her lips upward. "Ophelia?" Jack arched an eyebrow without thinking. She nodded and walked past him, taking in the house. A Victorian-style mansion, built in the 1860s, with five bedrooms, a parlor, a giant fireplace that could fit a body, a near-constant fog-covered backyard, and a bloody-red painted door. She looked unimpressed. Ophelia raised her hands and fluttered her fingers, doing a sort of jazz hands while slowly spinning. Jack had no idea what he was supposed to be feeling, but she's young and hot. Was this a con? Did he want it to be one? "Do you want anything to drink?" Jack asked, trying to get a read of the situation. He then glanced at the clock. His parents should be home in a couple of hours; he had time. "I'm fine." She replied, flashing another smile. "Should we deal with the money first?" Taken back, he slowly reached for his wallet and pulled $150 in cash. He looked at the money and felt grateful that he would only pay an extra fifty if the reading exceeded the hour. Handing her the folded bills, Jack felt a breeze. Then the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Erin. He had been sensing her a lot, recently. "Nice house. Really Stephen King-like." Ophelia gave another forced smile. "Can you give me a tour?" Jack nodded and he took her to the home office, explaining what he had seen the other day. Ophelia took a quick photo and hummed; she felt nothing. Jack then led her around the house, describing where he had seen Erin and what she would do. Ophelia stayed quiet for most of the tour, her phone in her hand, occasionally checking it. He then explained his relationship with Erin. Jack recounted every meeting he had with her, including how he found out her name. When Jack said that he was the only one in the house that had ever seen Erin, he noticed a quick change in Ophelia's face. She definitely assumed that he's psychotic. As they climbed the stairs to Jack's bedroom, Ophelia suddenly became talkative. She put away her phone and asked several questions at rapid-fire speed. "So, who previously owned the house before you moved in? Erin, do you know her last name? Where she's from? Was she born here? Has anyone called Erin lived in the house before?" Jack knew nothing. He had known Erin for ten years and yet knew nothing about her. The house must have been her home or where she worked. He now knew what he had to find out, but Jack had no idea how he would research such things. Speak to a local historian, maybe? He should go to the library tomorrow. They entered his bedroom, a familiar feeling of cold hit his body again. Jack eyed the psychic; there was no change in her body language. Maybe she's a fake. Ophelia wandered around the room, doing the jazz hands again and calling Erin's name. His eyes narrowed on her chest, then to her slim waist, and then to her tight ass; she looked cute. It had been some time since Jack had anything close to sex. It ended with Laura over two months ago, and since then, a brunette ghost was the only thing he had to female company. Ophelia reached in her jeans and pulled out a velvet pouch. Opening it up, a nub of chalk fell into her palm. She then bent down and drew a circle just in front of Jack's bed. The circle was about three feet wide. Ophelia then drew four smaller circles inside the ring, north, east, south, and west. Jack watched her place crystals in each circle, wondering if he would be able to clean the chalk off his floor. "What are you going to do?" Jack asked, trying not to stare at the medium's ass. "I am going to summon Erin. I am going to see if we can talk to her and find out her unfinished business." "What would her unfinished business be?" "It could be anything," Ophelia said, looking around the room. "Some want revenge, especially if they were like murdered. Others are looking for missing rings, lockets or whatever. With my help, Erin could be able to move on." Jack nodded. She was right. It was fun seeing her again, he missed talking to her, but there had to be some conclusion for Erin. After Christmas, he will be back in Boston. Maybe it was best that she moved on, got closure from this world. The psychic then took off her boots and stood inside the circle. Kneeling, Ophelia raised her arms, praying to the ceiling. "Erin; Erin; Erin;" she chanted, raising her head, "Speak to us. Speak; Erin, come to us; come to Jack and me." She sang Erin's name a couple of times with no change in her composure. "Yes, Erin, I hear you. How can we help you?" Ophelia said, lacking any emotion. "How can we help you move?" Ophelia then went silent and very still. Her back was arched, and her head pointed up. Leaning in, Jack realized that her chest wasn't moving anymore; was she even breathing? Beads of sweat flowed down her face as the rest of the body began to tremble. Something was wrong. Ophelia then shuddered and Jack could see the color disappear from her face. She then slowly stood up. Looking at Jack, she gave him a warm smile. "Jack!" Ophelia then said, emphasizing the wrong parts of the name. Jack walked around and stood in front of her. Her body language was weird, not so closed off as it was before. Her eyes then focused on her left hand, marveling how far it was extended. The tips of her fingers then ran down Jack's chest. The broad grin on Ophelia's face got even wider as she felt him up. "It is me, Jack; Erin." Ophelia grinned. "No." Jack shook his head and took a step back. This had to be some weird psychic con. Was Ophelia going to sleep with him? "Ophelia, I think you should get out." "I am Erin." She closed the distance and reached for his hand. "I can prove it. You told me everything and I listened. Once you were overly excited in your classroom by a teacher. You frequently enjoy lobster rolls. And once I removed my clothing for you on your birthday." Jack whimpered, trying to collect his thoughts. Before he called Ophelia, he had read up on cold reading, but she knew things that he had never shared with anyone. Jack hit his bed frame and toppled over, hitting the mattress. He tried to compute what was going on, justify Ophelia's insider knowledge of him. But then the blonde climbed up on the bed, her body floating as she straddled him. This was real. "Jack; I missed you." Ophelia or Erin then leaned in and kissed him forcibly. Quickly sneaking her tongue into his mouth while she rubbed her body against his. Moaning as his tongue dueled, Jack was lost in a world of teenage lust. He had dreams about this, spent countless hours awkwardly pleasuring himself to the fantasy of having sex with Erin. But as he opened his eyes and remembered the blonde hair that flowed above him, this wasn't Erin. Maybe in spirit, but not in body. He pulled his face away and sighed. "Erin; no." Jack said, trying to push the possessed medium off him. "Not like this." "What?" Ophelia screamed. She shot back up and glared at him. Her eyes became demonic and bloodshot. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, breaking his skin. She began to shake and wail. "No; No; No!" "Erin; Erin!" Jack tried to get her attention. He reached up and gently touched her face. "I just want to talk to you. Please leave Ophelia." Ophelia's face contorted into a smile. Jack could tell that something was pushing back against Erin. Maybe it was the medium's spirit wanting to regain her body. She thrashed around on top of him, going from sweating to shivering to back to sweating again. Jack snuck out of her convulsing frame and watched with concern. The medium then slammed into the mattress, bounced high up in the air, and then back down. Jack watched her breathe slowly and rolled onto her back. She looked confused and tired. "What the fuck happened?" Ophelia asked as she sat up, her frazzled hair covering her face.   Researching the Franklins. Jack ended the call and rubbed his eyes. The pains of working remotely, struggling to stay productive while also being forced to over communicate just so he won't be called a slacker was too much. The only good thing about his job was that he could move back to Maine and still collect a paycheck. But yet, he hated taking calls from his bosses when it's technically his day off. He knew he shouldn't be cursing his luck. Last night, his parents gave him some excellent news. They needed to go to Springfield and help out Jack's aunt with something. Jack wasn't listening, just focusing on the part when his mom said that they will not be returning until Christmas Eve. Yes, it meant that Jack would have to prepare the house for the holidays, put up the tree, buy the food and sort out the presents. But it also meant that he would be alone in the house; he could plan and try to talk to Erin. Maybe even help her. Finishing his latte, Jack looked up the address for the library and the closing time. Since Ophelia's possession, Jack hadn't sensed Erin's presence. It was worrying. He tried to focus on absorbing as much information about the house. Jack learned that the house was built in 1860 for the Franklins. For more information, he had to drive into the city. As he walked into the library, his heart was thumping in his chest and sweat coated his forehead. Why was he so nervous? Yeah, he had created this pubescent fantasy, and Jack wasn't sure how he would react if that was cracked. What if Erin was an awful person; her death could have been just, and that she was using him. But he still had to find out. Jack sat down at the computer and entered his address and the Franklins in the search bar. Skimming through the records, he got a brief understanding of the family that built his home. Jedidiah Franklin was a local lender who had moved from Boston to Maine due to some unpleasantness. He was followed by his wife, Alice and their two children, Robert and Emma. Franklins lived a dull and typical life and died in the 1900s. "Nothing about Erin," He went through local newspapers and again found nothing odd. Going through the search results, Jack quickly realized that he had been wasting his time, and it was pointless. By the time he reached the fourteenth page, he was about to leave. But instead, he clicked on the link about a stagecoach accident involving the Franklins. Jedidiah, Alice, Robert, and their maid were returning late one night. Their stagecoach collided with a rock, and the maid was thrown out. She died instantly. The article gave the maid's name as Erin O'Ceallachain. Letting out a loud sigh and rubbing his face, Jack then searched for Erin O'Ceallachain. There was little about her. A short obituary that stated she was born somewhere in Ireland and died in 1898. She had been a maid for the Franklins for close to a year. There were no descriptions of her or any clues of her past. Jack leaned back and stared at the screen. It could be her. He had checked; there were no other women called Erin that lived in the house. This could be her. But, if she died on the road, then why was she haunting his home. The loud sound of his phone vibrating against the desk pulled him out of his thoughts. Jack saw that he got a text from Ophelia. She really wanted to speak to him. Ignoring her, Jack continued his deep-dive on the Franklins, trying to find anything. Even a morsel of information about the family would help. After another hour of research, he ended up on the website of an antique bookstore in Bangor. They had Alice Franklin's diary and it was for sale.   Tomes of Inquiry. Two days later, Jack sat in the home office and stared at the five-hundred-dollar book. It was too much; he should have tried to haggle them down. Jack wasn't even sure if the diary would be useful; it could be another Alice Franklin or just a list of mundane observations. Jack finished another beer and opened the diary. His hands were trembling with every turn of the page. Either he was nervous or just drunk, he couldn't tell. The pages were filled with fine late-twentieth-century cursive writing that was hard to read. Jack slowly read out each entry, making out every second word. The diary covered the time Erin had already started working for the Franklins to her death if it was the same Alice Franklin. He skimmed through the journal until stopping at an entry made on January 28th, 1898, where Alice mentioned hiring a new maid called Erin. March Twenty-first, Eighteen Ninety-eight ;  I saw Robert engaged young Erin in the library. How I wish we do not have the same story as in Boston. August Fourteenth, Eighteen Ninety-eight ;  That green-eyed temptress was with my son again. The Roman whore has plans for him. Jedidiah sees nothing. He pushes his son. Then reacts in fury when Robert is in strife. November Sixth, Eighteen Ninety-eight;  Constable Standish and his ghastly son shared supper with us. He has eyes for Emma. A boor. My darling daughter would never fall that low. Robert is forlorn. I see his glances at young Erin. When I call for her, the freckled-face jezebel smiles innocently. Jedidiah will end her services in the new year. Jack paused from reading, and tried to make sense. Green eyes. Freckles. It had to be Erin. Jack skipped ahead a couple of weeks, getting closer to the time when Erin died. December Twentieth, Eighteen Ninety-eight ;  The Irish whore created a scene. Late in the evening, we found her under the influence. She screamed for Robert. She said she is with child. He is the father. She wants to be wed. That boy has ruined us. December Twenty-first, Eighteen Ninety-eight ;  A clear-headed Erin spoke to us in the morning. She lies that she is not with child. The Catholic loves Robert, or it seems. Jedidiah and I agree to end her service. We will send her to Bangor tonight. It is clear to us. December Twenty-ninth, Eighteen Ninety-eight ;  My heart is gone. Losing Emma is a great blow. They are to be wed in the next Spring. My son now lives in Boston. I pray his temperament is strong. Erin is gone, a life stopped by a stagecoach. Now I have an empty house. A lost daughter and a dead maid. Jack closed the diary and ran upstairs to his bedroom to grab his notepad, then came back down again. He needs to do more cardio. The two flights of stairs had destroyed him. He knew he had seen the name Standish somewhere. There at the family tree. After Erin's death, Emma married Nathanial Standish, son of the town constable. It made sense now; the Franklins murdered Erin and used the constable to help make it look like an accident. In return, they married Emma to his son to keep his silence. He knew what happened to Erin, but Jack wondered how he could help her. But; like what Ophelia said before, does he want her to move on to the next stage. It probably would be best for everyone. But if he could talk to her and discover her unfinished business, how could he help her. What if it meant getting vengeance on those that murdered her? What if it was on Franklin's living ancestors? The sound of the doorbell ringing jolted Jack from the thoughts of homicidal spirits. He checked his phone; it was nearly ten. Finishing another beer, Jack left the den and shuffled to the front door. He prayed that it wasn't his parents, that their stay in Massachusetts ended early, and now they wanted to talk about his future. "Ophelia?" Jack asked, opening the door.   Ophelia's Admissions. She stood there in the light rain, looking like another person. Far removed from the bored, unimpressed medium he saw days ago. She looked nervous, worried, but still attractive to Jack's eyes. The skirt she had on gave him a good view of her slender legs and made Jack think. Again, it had been two months since he last had sex, and he was now feeling it. "Hi," she said, barely audible. "Can I come in?" Jack nodded and let her pass. He tried not to look at her like that anymore; he needed to stay focused on Erin. "Look, I'm going to be honest with you. I'm a fake-ish. I go to people's houses and pretend that I feel something. I do a bit of cold reading, call out the spirits and then lie that they're talking back to me." Ophelia admitted. She paced back and forth as she spoke, nervousness flowing out from her. "Oh," Jack said, looking away. He didn't know what else he was supposed to say. "So, what are you doing here?" "Also, my name isn't Ophelia, it's Lucy. I felt Ophelia looked better on the website. Make it look real." She nervously smiled. "Why are you telling me this?" "Because;" she stepped forward, "what happened that day was real. I felt it, I really did." "Yeah?" Jack noticed that she was holding on to his hand like she was pleading with him. "I used to hear voices. I thought I was going crazy, but then I found out that I was hearing the dead; and I could talk to them. But I don't know, a mix of vodka, and my own cynicism; the spirits don't want to talk to me anymore. I want to feel like that again. I want to help you." Jack paused. Again, not knowing what to say. He felt that she could still be conning him, that she was going to ask for money. He still wasn't a hundred percent sure that Ophelia or Lucy was genuinely possessed by Erin. Then again, they could have had sex, which would be a weird move to pull when conning someone. Jack needed alcohol. "Do you want anything to drink?" He asked. "Please." Lucy nodded. Jack returned from the kitchen with a bottle of red wine and two glasses. It was the only alcoholic thing left in the house. After completely filling up both glasses on Lucy's request, he grabbed the diary and his notes, and they settled in the living room. He observed the psychic read the journal, his thoughts becoming more and more concerned about her looks. She had removed her thick coat, revealing a slinky tank top that gave him a glimpse of her bra. "So, you think Erin had sex with Robert Franklin; may have gotten pregnant; and the Franklins decide to murder her, to prevent a scandal?" "Yeah," Jack said, leaning in. There were both sitting on the sofa, awkwardly close together. "I don't know much or really anything about hauntings. But I only see Erin here. She must have been murdered here, and they faked the accident." "Erin being an Irish maid, the family are rich, and you got a friendly cop who is willing to help, if he gets a favor, that's a straightforward cover-up." Lucy smiled, patting Jack on the knee. "There is something we can do. I know people in the psychic and magic world. There's one girl who told me about this ritual-like thing. It's like a s ance on steroids. We can make her appear and we can talk to her. Then we can help her." "What's the catch? There is always a catch." "Not really. The s ance is a bit complicated and there is a shopping list, also it will be for a couple of hours only." "Sounds like a plan," Jack replied, raising a glass. They quickly finished their wine and poured some more.  Lucy asked him about his family and if they ever believed him. He told her about Dr. Miller, and how his dad would make the occasional jokes. When asked about their absence, Jack explained, and without realizing, underscoring that he had the whole house to himself. Jack then turned the attention on her, quizzing Lucy what happened when she first talked to a ghost; and what was the weirdest shit she had seen. As Lucy went through her backstory. Jack started picking up subtle clues about her. She was touching him more and getting close as she talked about hearing spirits when she turned thirteen. He tried to guess if Lucy was flirting with him, or was this some alcohol-induced delusion. After she finished her story about being asked to communicate with a woman's dead cat, they realized they were out of wine. Jack asked and quickly got another bottle on Lucy's insistence. "So, about you and Erin." She said, playing with the stem of her wine glass. "You were the only one to see her?  What relationship did you guys have?" "Like a friendship. Growing up; Erin was like my confidante. I would talk to her about every insane thought that was going through my head that day. I didn't know if she could hear me or not. It was comforting. I miss it. Guess that's why I'm here." "That's sweet." Lucy ran her hand down his thigh. "Sometimes I have some weird creeps that want to speak to their old teenage crushes, like teachers or neighbors that they used to jerk off to. It's nice to have a guy who just wants to reconnect to an old friend." Jack groaned. Looking at Lucy, his mind was made up, and he was sure that she was flirting with him. He should tell her the truth and see how she takes it. "I should tell you this. I have seen her naked." "Really?" Her eyes widened. "Yeah. On my 18th birthday, Erin appeared in my room and then flash, she's nude. She stood there for like a couple of seconds and poof, gone." Jack smiled, "That was the last time I saw her." "That's some present. Making me jealous." Lucy whispered, holding her gaze. "Really?" Jack said, leaning in. Lucy looked up at him, her tongue running over her pink lips. She craned her head forward and pressed her lips against his, her hand on the back of Jack's head, pulling him into her. Both were still holding their wine glasses, and Jack awkwardly pushed his mouth down on hers. Lucy's tongue shot out of her mouth and instantly snaked into his. They both softly moaned as Jack guided her body down on the sofa, nearly spilling her wine. She then suddenly stopped her tongue movements and pulled back. "Hold on, Ghostbuster." Lucy smirked, as she pushed Jack back upright. Taking the wine from his hands, she placed both glasses on the coffee table. With a shit-eating grin, Lucy grabbed Jack and resumed her mouth attack. Jack ran his hands down from her sides to her ass, pulling her on top of his lap. Lucy reached down and pressed her palm on Jack's bulge. She moaned into his mouth, sounding like she appreciated his size. She pulled her lips away, her attention now just all on his cock. Lucy fondled the turgid shaft through his pants, prompting it to throb in her hands. Jack leaned his head and slowly kissed down her neck, feeling her tremble in his arms. "Yes," Lucy said, closing her eyes and grinning. With a single-minded focus, Lucy unbuckled his jeans and yanked out his erect cock. Jack grunted, stunned by the blonde's eagerness. No other girl he had ever been with, was like this. They kept eye-contact as Lucy softly grasped his warm rigid shaft. Their lips met again while she stroked his cock, smearing her fingers with his oozing precum. While their tongues dueled again, Lucy's hand became a blur over his cock. They broke their kiss again, and Lucy lowered her head down, kissing his deep reddened tip. He watched in unbearable anticipation as she opened her mouth, but then instead of engulfing him, Lucy looked up and smirked. "Yeah, I'm bit of a slut," she said. "Just a bit? Jack grinned. "Okay, I'm a deeply deprived slut." She chuckled. Her very pink tongue then slid out of her mouth, and she licked up of his oozing fluid. Lucy took a moment to taste his precum, loudly humming and smiling at him. She then parted her lips and engulfed the bulging head in her wet mouth, firmly constricting, once his glans ridge was encased. Her tongue rubbed his frenulum, just under the tip.  She bobbed her head up and down, her firm round tits jiggling freely on his thighs, as she mouth-fucked him. "Oh; Fuck!" Jack grunted, taken by surprise by Lucy swallowing on more and more of his petrified cock. Lucy looked up and grinned at him again, before opening her mouth and engulfing him again. Her bright pink glossy lips slid up and down his shaft as she fucked him with her mouth. Then she sank til her nose rubbed his curly pubes, her teasing tongue gently caressed him as her throat muscle massaged his shaft, pushing his cock deeper. She hummed while she swallowed him, the hum of sucking filling the room. Her hands tightened their grip around his thighs as Lucy furiously pumped her lips up and down his cock. Once in a while, she would slowly pull his cock out, ever-so-gently running her teeth on the underside of his shaft while leaving huge trails of spit behind, then swallowing him again. It drove Jack mad in sexual bliss. She then wrapped her fingers firm around his meat again, lashing her tongue against his swollen cockhead, slurping up all the saliva and precum. Jack's balls were now sending messages to his brain, telling him that within seconds, he was going to cum; soon in big, bold letters. He also felt cold suddenly, and the hairs on the back of his neck were standing. He ignored that and watched the medium jerk him off, kissing his head as she worked the shaft of his phallus. Lucy stuck her tongue out and swirled it around his cock tip. But then he saw a figure near the TV. "Erin?" He said. She was right there and looked like she was in tears. A mix of fear and guilt hit him, destroying his previous horniness. But he still came, shooting thick loads into Lucy's face, hitting her in the lips and cheeks. She released her grip, but more jets of cum landed on her face. She raised her head and looked at Jack, the muscles in her face tensed, and her jaw clenched. "What the fuck, man? Give me some warning!" "Erin?" Jack said again, staring at the spirit. "Erin?" Lucy repeated. Her expression turned into an instant glare. But she followed Jack's gaze and looked over her shoulder, finding that they weren't alone. "Oh Fuck!" "No!" Erin screamed, deafening their ears. Her face was scrunched up in murderous intent. She lurched forward, and a force of wind cleared the table, sweeping the diary and notebooks off the surface. Jack and Lucy were pushed back by Erin's invisible energy, hitting the back of the couch. Erin raised her hands, maybe to strike, but felt her power evaporating. She looked at Jack, tears rolling down her cheeks, and then disappeared. Holiday Trimmings. Jack opened his eyes minutes before the alarm. It was Saturday and around ten. He sat up in his bed, his head still woozy from last night's drinking. He couldn't sleep and figured whiskey would knock him out. Also, he wanted to block out Erin's screams from replaying in his head. That face. Her expression dripping with anger and hurt. How Erin tried to attack them. He needed to say sorry. Erin probably won't believe him, Jack knew. But he had to try. Then there was what Lucy said, finding comfort so Erin can crossover. He hated thinking about that but realized that he couldn't be selfish. It wasn't about him. Jack's phone buzzed; he had gotten a text from his dad. It just said, 'Tree!'. Jack groaned, but he slipped out of the covers and took a shower. After getting dressed, Jack forced himself to eat something. He couldn't feel her. Usually, in December, he would see Erin more often than the rest of the year. Knowing that it was coming up to the day when she died, he expected to feel her. Two hours later, and overspending on a fir tree, Jack pulled into the driveway, confused. Lucy sat in front of the door, waiting for him. With a scared look on her face, she raised her hand and gave him a forced smile. Was she looking for him or for Erin? Jack climbed out of the car and slowly approached the young blonde. He never thought how she would take it, seeing Erin like that. After Erin faded away, Jack sat in silence while Lucy grabbed her stuff and bolted out of the house. "Hey," Jack muttered. "So, I have been waiting here for an hour. I walked away twice. But I really need to know. What the fuck did I see last night?" "I don't know," Jack said, looking away from Lucy's glare. "I've never seen her like this. She has never been this scary before. "Until;" "Until what?" Lucy stood up and got close. "You need to tell me." Jack sighed. "When you first came to the house, you tried to talk to her, right? Do you remember what happened next?" Lucy shook her head. "She took over your body and err; kissed me. We nearly had sex. But I stopped her. Telling her that it was wrong," Jack said, " to use your body like that." He quickly added. "Erin started shaking and going all Linda Blair. Then you woke up." "She gets rejected. Then she sees us on the couch, doing you-know-what, and takes it like a cheated-on girlfriend. That explains all the throwing." "I never knew she could do that." Jack smiled. "Can I ask you something?" Lucy stared into Jack's eyes. Jack shrugged and nodded his head. "What are you two? Is she your ghost girlfriend? Are you in love with her? What? Does she know what you are to her?" "Like I said, yesterday. Erin is my friend. Maybe there's more. I don't know, because I don't put labels on relationships with ghosts. But if I can help her, I will help her. Are you still in?" "Fuck it, yeah." He looked around, seeing his neighbors staring at him and Lucy. "Let's go inside. Can you give me a hand?" He asked, pointing to the tree. Lucy groaned but nodded her head. After undoing the bungee cords and dragging the tree off the car roof, the two of them awkwardly hauled the ten-foot fir inside the house. With Lucy leading, they pulled the tree into the living room, where the blonde suddenly stopped.  Jack was about to open his mouth, but he saw Erin standing in the middle of the room, and he went quiet. Erin raised her hands to her face, covering her eyes. Her breathing short and quick. She was freaking out. Erin then dropped her hands, clenching her fists as she glared at them. Her form floated to them, but unlike last night, there was no rush of force. Erin's face dropped, shifting into a scared expression. Dropping the tree, Lucy ran to her. She raised her hands up with open palms facing the spirit. "I am sorry. I am here to help you." She said, out loud. Erin didn't react. "He wants to help you. He wants to talk to you." Lucy pleaded with the spirit. Again, Erin stayed motionless. Lucy paused and looked over her shoulder at Jack. She mouthed 'trust me' at him and turned back to the ghost. "You can take over my body and speak to him. He would love that." Erin frowned, then faded into nothing. Jack walked past Lucy, trying to sense Erin's presence. There was nothing. He glanced at the medium; she had gone stiff, just like before. Jack's eyes bulged, realizing what was happening. But it was different. There was no sweat, no change in color, or fear on her face. Lucy just let out a small pleasurable moan. "Erin?" "What?" The woman barked back at him. "I just want to tell you that I am sorry. It was a mistake." "Liar. I saw you," Erin said, with no emotion in a unique tone. "Ye enjoyed every moment with the bonnie lass. I do not wish to intrude in your relationship with that adventuress." Her voice slowly morphed from Lucy's Mid-Atlantic accent to a faint Irish brogue. Jack sighed; he knew he had to deal with this. A simple apology wasn't going to be enough. "I'm so sorry about that. It's just that for a long time, there was this small voice in the back of my mind, saying that you weren't real and I was having a psychotic episode. When you saw me and Lucy, it was just an extension of that. I doubt it will ever happen again. But I did all this research so I can help you." "Help me?" "Yeah. I want to help you deal with whatever unfinished business you have. Lucy as well. That's why she's here. So, please don't be angry with her." "Unfinished business?" the voice then went quiet. She leaned in and kissed Jack on the cheek. Lucy's body went limp and she nearly collapsed. Jack reached out and slid his arms under her. He yelled out 'Erin'; then 'Lucy'; but got no answer. He dragged the unconscious blonde to the sofa. Carefully setting her down, Jack then prodded her cheek, trying to wake her up. She groaned and opened her eyes. "So, what are we going to do?" Lucy said immediately. Business Gets Busy. Jack looked at his phone as he walked through the front door. It was another email from his bosses in Boston. He had way too many people questioning his work. Being a cloud support engineer, he should be focused on the job. But since talking to Lucy about the s ance, Jack had been doing the bare minimum, and people were noticing. He figured that after he got closure with Erin, he could move on. Dumping the sage and wormwood on the coffee table, he saw her. Erin had been appearing more and more. Jack could actually count the times that she wasn't haunting the house. But he didn't get why; it was never this frequent back before. And she wasn't just haunting if you could call it, Jack's room. He had found her in the living room, kitchen and even the bathroom. Right now, Erin was floating near the Christmas tree. It was completely bare, left alone as Jack focused on work and the s ance preparations. There was some judgment he felt he was getting from Erin, like she still hadn't forgiven. Jack needed to remediate that, though he didn't really know how to regain trust with a ghost. He hunted for the Christmas decorations, taking longer than he hoped. Jack was desperate not to call his parents and deal with an endless conversation about how things were going in Springfield. Losing an hour to find them, Jack started decorating the tree, hoping that this will help him get back on Erin's good side. She carefully observed him as he decorated the tree, coating it in tinsel, lights and baubles. It appeared okay to Jack, the colors matched, and the string lights were all working. But looking at Erin, he was sure he had done something wrong. She wasn't that impressed. Jack first thought that she was still pissed at him, but then something hit him. While he saw her a lot during December, it was never on Christmas. This could be her first experience of Christmas in over a hundred years. With that, Jack opened his laptop and googled '19th century Christmas trees'. Getting an idea of what Christmas looked like in Erin's time, Jack grabbed his keys and told her that he will be back soon. Two hours later, Jack returned, and Erin looked like she was happy to see him. That's a positive sign, Jack said to himself as he emptied out his shopping bags. He bounced around a couple of stores before finding them, candle-like tree lights. Using real candles was a fire waiting to happen. And Jack didn't want to explain to his parents that he burnt the house down to impress a ghost. He then pulled out a ready-made popcorn and cranberry garland he got from a pop-up Christmas store. Looking at Erin, she approved by smiling back at him. He then added tinsel and icicle-like ornaments with Erin guiding him, pointing which branch needed something or if it was too much. Taking a step back, Jack admired his work. It looked old fashioned but still good. Seeing that Erin was happy was enough for him. He grabbed a beer from the kitchen and toasted, "That's one good-looking tree," he said, smiling at Erin. She rolled her eyes at him but then disappeared. That was getting Jack scared, her fading away just as they were bonding. It didn't look voluntary, like Erin really wanted to go to her void. She had this horrified look whenever it happened. Jack would then find her somewhere else in the house, an hour or two later. This time it was in the kitchen. He opened and closed the refrigerator door and found her there. Taking a moment to recover, Jack went back to making himself dinner. Erin hovered around him, curious at what he was doing. Jack guessed that she must have been shocked, that not many men cooked back in her time. He was also making pork chow-mein, and Jack wasn't sure how widespread Chinese food was in the 19th century. His phone began to buzz, and it was Lucy. Jack could see Erin's face turn. "She's probably asking about you," Jack said, putting his phone on speaker, "Hey Lucy." "Hey," she replied, "I got some news. We have to move the date of the s ance to the 12th. There's a full moon and it will go well with Hecate." "Hecate?" "Don't worry about it. Have you seen Erin since the other day?" Lucy asked, "Well, she is right here," Jack grinned at Erin, "She's in the room with me." "Whoa," she said, "How's that going? Wait shit, can she hear me?" Erin nodded. "Yeah." "Fuck. I mean shit. I mean I'm sorry," Lucy said, sounding like she was getting out of breath, "Anyway, I also need you to get some bundles of ash to burn. And candles, preferably black." "What is actually going to happen during the s ance?" "Hopefully, we can summon Erin properly and you guys can talk. Then maybe work out why is she here and if we can help her, somehow." Jack looked at Erin again. Her eyes were elsewhere. Jack started to doubt himself; was this something that she wanted him to do. "I will talk to you later, Lucy," Jack said, ending the call. Looking up from his phone, he saw that Erin had disappeared again. If the s ance actually works, Jack needed to ask where she goes whenever she vanishes. It didn't feel like a good place for her. Opening another beer, Jack sat down to eat and tried not to think about Erin. It was really hard. She still looked so sexy, and Jack was back replaying his eighteenth birthday present. Jack admitted to himself that with Erin randomly appearing in the house, he was feeling pent up.   Redhead Videos. It was close to two in the morning when Jack knew what he had to do. He had been rolling around his bed, got up twice and tried to dull his brain by checking the news on his phone. He still couldn't sleep. The only prescription that always worked for him was either whiskey or porn. As he couldn't be bothered to go all the way downstairs, Jack powered on his laptop and went straight to Porn. Jack checked out the video thumbnails, hovering over them as he tried to decide what he was in the mood for. Sometimes, he'd be craving blondes with double D-cups, getting plowed by massive cocks. Other times, it would be two lesbians slowly seducing each other. Milfs would be a good choice, but Jack felt that the algorithm would always then suggest stepmom porn, which he wasn't in to. He searched for amateur porn with Eastern Europeans, preferring their slender body shapes and lack of bad boob jobs. Jack sat up in his bed and pulled down his shorts, slowly stroking his cock to full, rigid life. He skipped the initial setup and forwarded it to the redhead pulling the guy's dick out. She grinned at the camera then kissed the man's purple head. Her tongue swirled around the tip before she quickly swallowed the man's cock. Jack shifted his weight as the redhead stripped off her top, revealing her decent-size tits. As the action turned to straight fucking with the twenty-something waitress bent over a park bench, Jack pumped his cock. He imagined himself there, in Prague, having hot, passionate sex in public. But then he felt cold. Looking up, there she was. Erin just appeared by the wall. She was confused and pressed the back of her head. It looked as if someone had just woken up, but in a different room than they were in before. She rolled her head around before stopping, and stared at Jack, her mouth agaip. He was illuminated by his laptop, so he knew that she could see what he was doing to himself. "Oh, fuck," Jack groaned, but he didn't stop stroking his cock. He thought she would float away, or scream, or do something, but Erin just stood there and watched. She even moved closer, standing at the edge of the bed. Her eyes focusing on his throbbing cock. Jack's heart was thumping as he frantically stroked his cock. His eyes darted back and forth from Erin to his laptop; the redhead had been replaced by a different model. She said that her name is Petra and is a med student, but what really turned Jack on was how Petra resembled Erin. Reddish-brown hair, slim body with perky tits, though she had tattoos and pierced nipples. His eyes bounced from Petra being fucked in a stall, to Erin's eager look. It was getting too much for him. His imagination then brought him to Prague again, but with Erin this time. He fucked her from behind, his cock pumping her hot, wet pussy, cupping her tits and making Erin groan in deep pleasure. Jack's balls were aching, then suddenly stopped, and he intensely climaxed. His tip exploded, and shot after shot of cum raced from his cock. Jack struggled to catch all his flying cum with a tissue. After cleaning himself, Jack and Erin exchanged looks. She was embarrassed, he could tell, staring at the ground and doing her most not to make eye contact. He wanted to say something, but Erin left the room. She didn't fade through the wall or vanish into anything, just walked away slowly. Jack then instantly fell asleep, not knowing what else to do.   A S ance. Jack opened the door, letting Lucy in. It was half two in the morning, and he was getting scared. A small sliver of thought wondered if she would let him down, or at least ask for $500 to proceed. For the s ance, Lucy had gone all gothic, wearing a black velvet dress and knee-high boots, also in black. She was carrying a large tote bag. There was panic in her eyes. She apologized for her lateness, saying that it took a while to get a cab. Jack was instructed by her, to get bundles of sage and wormwood for burning, plus ash. Lucy herself handled the weirder and harder to find items. She pulled out a knife that she called an athame, a ceremonial dagger Jack guessed. She also had a black bowl that she said is a water scry. It was going to help them talk to Erin. Jack led her to the kitchen and they quickly got ready. While she cut the sage and wormwood with the athame, speaking in Latin, Jack got the idea that this wasn't a con. It was real for her. That gave him hope. "So, where should we do this?" Jack asked, taking a steel bucket that she had handed him. "Your room." Lucy said, pulling more stuff out of her bag. "I've been thinking. You said you're the only one who saw her. And you normally see her in your bedroom, right? I think that's where she was murdered. By you sleeping there, a psychic link was created between you and Erin." Jack nodded. It made sense. They went to his bedroom; and with Lucy's help, he pushed his bed and everything else to one side, giving them space for the ritual. As they're going to make a fire, he opened the windows. Jack looked at the smoke alarms; if they go off, will his parents get an alert? Lucy got down on her knees and drew another circle on the floor, this time, a simple one without any other symbols. Jack lit the candles, twenty-four of them and placed them around the circle. Following her instructions, he then sat the bucket in the middle of the ring and lit the fire. Lucy took command of his bedside table and placed the porcelain bowl on top of it. She filled it with water from a special-looking bottle and dropped a crystal in it. "Take this and put it in the fire. Also, say her name in your head." Lucy said, handing him the sage and wormwood. Jack nodded and shuffled to the fire, trying not to drop the herbs. 'Erin, Erin, Erin,' he chanted in his head. He threw the herbs into the fire and was immediately overwhelmed by the aroma. It tasted sickly sweet, unnatural like. He then retreated behind Lucy; she was kneeling on the floor and speaking into the bowl. It sounded like Latin; Jack could make out the occasional word. She was calling out for Erin. The fire grew larger and smoke billowed from the bucket, looking like a volcano erupting. The smoke turned black, then blue and finally into grey. Jack took a step forward, in a trance, his mouth wide open and his hands trembling. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Lucy with her eyes clenched shut and was now calling Erin's name. Her fingers dug into the table and she frantically said 'Erin' over and over. He saw the smoke begin to clear and a body appeared above the fire. Jack gasped. Erin! She looked stunned, her hand covering her face. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word, shocked. Color poured into her clothing, turning the transparent household dress into black. Her skin returned to its ivory color, while her hair became reddish-brown just as he saw ten years ago. Lucy had stopped chanting; she also was staring at Erin. She looked shocked, maybe a little scared. Lucy stood up and slowly shuffled towards Jack, resting a hand on his shoulder; but she kept her distance from Erin, using Jack as a possible human shield. Erin was just as surprised as the two of them. She reached out her arm, amazed by it. This was real. Erin moved forward but awkwardly stumbled as if she missed a step going downstairs. She then took a couple of more steps and touched the floor, a new sensation for her. Taking a deep breath, Erin became dazed with the menthol-like odor of burning sage. Her eyes lit up and a smile beamed from her face; she could smell. She then turned her head, focusing on the two, who had resurrected her. Her clogs banged against the wooden floor as she walked to Lucy. The psychic was trembling in her presence. Lucy flinched as she touched her arm. "Thank ye," Erin whispered. She then leaned in, and kissed the surprised blonde. Lucy moaned, instantly enjoying the kiss. Jack watched on, shocked. He didn't know if he should be terrified or turned on. Lucy wrapped her hands around Erin's waist and pushed herself against the resurrected maid. Overwhelmed by a sudden desire, Lucy slid her tongue deep into Erin's mouth. She felt good, but so tired. Erin then released the medium and watched as Lucy collapsed onto the floor in a deep sleep. She turned to Jack and grinned. "Erin?" Jack asked. His hands were trembling and he felt that he was going to sink into the floor. This is it, right? This was what he wanted, but he had no idea how to respond. "Is it really you?" He eventually spat out. "Hi, Jack," Erin smiled. "Fuck;" Jack said. He reached out and touched her hand with his. Wasn't this just supposed to be a s ance? "I can't believe I can touch you." "Me too," Erin said. "How are you?" Jack asked in a deeply sincere tone. "Confused. It felt I was being called by an unknown force. Then it took me." "I'm sorry, but I really wanted to talk to you." "I understand. Oh, it feels good to be heard and to speak with my own voice." "I need to tell you something," Jack said, "The reason we're talking is because I wanted to help you. But I never asked if you actually needed my help." She went quiet, looking like she was thinking something over, in her head. "You said about unfinished business. Bu

Author Rebecca Thorne returns to the show to talk about This Gilded Abyss, her art deco horror fantasy novel recently re-released by Tor books. Alongside host Amelia Hirsch, Rebecca discusses the book's origins for her, what appeals to her about characters in dire straits, and more about the book's deeper thematic issues.You can find Rebecca Thorne online at rebeccathorne.net, and you can get This Gilded Abyss or the Tomes & Tea series at your favorite book retailer or your local library. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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La guerre d'Ukraine a profondément bouleversé les équilibres géopolitiques en Europe. Elle a mis fin à l'illusion d'un continent définitivement pacifié, ravivé les logiques de blocs et provoqué un réarmement accéléré des États européens. L'Europe est sous pression qui doit à la fois se repenser et repenser en profondeur son modèle de défense. Le renforcement de la menace russe, hybride, cyber, militaire et informationnelle, combinée à la dépendance persistante envers les États-Unis qui la brutalisent, met en lumière les fragilités structurelles de la défense européenne. Si l'OTAN a retrouvé une centralité stratégique, une coordination renforcée des États européens sur les plans stratégique, capacitaire et opérationnel s'impose. Le conflit ukrainien interroge aussi la souveraineté, les frontières et les rapports de puissance sur le continent. Comment la guerre en Ukraine reconfigure-t-elle durablement l'architecture de sécurité européenne ? Invités : Sylvie Bermann, ancienne ambassadrice de France en Chine, au Royaume-Uni et en Russie. «L'ours et le dragon. Russie/Chine. Histoire d'une amitié sans limite», éd. Tallandier Général Vincent Desportes, essayiste, conférencier, ancien directeur de l'Ecole de guerre. Laurent Griot, enseignant chercheur à Grenoble École de Management, spécialiste des risques géopolitiques d'économie de la défense.   Pascal Boniface, directeur de l'IRIS. «Géostrategix». L'intégrale Tomes 1 et 2. éd. Dunodgraphic.  Émission enregistrée à Grenoble dans le cadre des Géopolitiques de Grenoble. Initiative IRIS (Institut des Relations Internationales et Stratégiques / GEM (Grenoble École de Management). 

For this Thanksgiving “Classics in the Field” episode, Dave is back in studio at Rockefeller Center with Kitchen Arts & Letters' own Matt Sartwell for a long, nerdy tour through cookbooks, regional food, and holiday obsessions. John's on mic, Joe's on the panels, and the show kicks off with cranberry-sauce loyalties, paper-bag chicken nostalgia, and why Dave will never forgive you if he walks into your house on Thanksgiving and it doesn't smell like turkey.Matt announces Kitchen Arts & Letters' new kids' cookbook club—built around Peter Kim's Instant Ramen Kitchen and led by Annette Tome and Pam Abrams—then dives into listener questions: the single gin book he'd take to a desert island; what to give a Spanish-cuisine nerd who actually wants context; how to hunt down Japanese parfait inspiration; and which books really capture Cape Cod and New England cooking.From there, it's deep cuts: Provincetown seafood and Pops Masch's Cooking the Catch, John Thorne's Simple Cookingand his legendary toast essay, William Woys Weaver's Christmas desserts and class-conscious holiday history, and the under-the-radar Aria regional cookbook series. Along the way Dave rants about lavender in gin, cold fried chicken with shredded cabbage, why you should cut the back out of your turkey, and why smaller birds (and a second turkey for sandwiches) are non-negotiable. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

What hath Empire wrought? Pooka and Jenna poke at that question today as they open up the supplement Weird Wonders and Revolutionary Magicks for Victorian Age Mage. The book features dozens of items, rotes, and story hooks, and while your mileage may vary with how much use you get out of them, there's no shortage of ideas to enrich any historical game.Show Notes Weird Wonders and Revolutionary Magicks Victorian Age Mage

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Las discusiones, protestas, desacuerdos y violencia parecieran estar en todas partes hoy por hoy, y puede ser muy tentador entrar en ellas para dar nuestra opinión. Sin embargo, la Bibilia nos advierte que entrar en estas peleas, puede llegar a ser tan peligroso como tomar a un perro por las orejas. Algo peligroso, innecesario, imprudente y con consecuencias impredescibles.

Mieux vaut tard que jamais ! Cela vaut autant pour la diffusion de cet épisode, que pour notre lecture de Berserk. Mais ce n'est pas la seul pépite que l'on vous a dégoté cette quinzaine.Et si nous ne sommes pas parvenus à nous mettre d'accord, chaque album chroniqué à fait fondre le cœur d'au moins un de nos chroniqueurs. Bonne écoute ! Télécharger l'émission (76 Mo) – Regarder sur YoutubeS'abonner au One Eye Club – S'abonner à toutes nos émissionsChroniques[03:44] Metropolia n°1 Fred Duval Ingo Römling Christophe Bouchard[13:39] Au Cœur des Solitudes Lomig[29:18] L'Âge d'Eau n°1-2 Benjamin Flao[42:33] Berserk Prestige n°1-2 Kentaro MiuraUn Œil sur …[63:02] Dune AwakeningLégende : Scénario – Dessin – Couleur – Coup de cœur – Service de Presse – Le Vote des TipeursGénérique et jingles : Spanish Samba (Oursvince) / Dialup (Jlew) / backstraight (Heigh-hoo)

Mieux vaut tard que jamais ! Cela vaut autant pour la diffusion de cet épisode, que pour notre lecture de Berserk. Mais ce n'est pas la seul pépite que l'on vous a dégoté cette quinzaine.Et si nous ne sommes pas parvenus à nous mettre d'accord, chaque album chroniqué à fait fondre le cœur d'au moins un de nos chroniqueurs. Bonne écoute ! Télécharger l'émission (76 Mo) – Regarder sur YoutubeS'abonner au One Eye Club – S'abonner à toutes nos émissionsChroniques[03:44] Metropolia n°1 Fred Duval Ingo Römling Christophe Bouchard[13:39] Au Cœur des Solitudes Lomig[29:18] L'Âge d'Eau n°1-2 Benjamin Flao[42:33] Berserk Prestige n°1-2 Kentaro MiuraUn Œil sur …[63:02] Dune AwakeningLégende : Scénario – Dessin – Couleur – Coup de cœur – Service de Presse – Le Vote des TipeursGénérique et jingles : Spanish Samba (Oursvince) / Dialup (Jlew) / backstraight (Heigh-hoo)

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This week, Daniel and Jun sit down with Raychel McKelvy, a Black American teacher and aspiring actor who just moved to Korea from Chicago less than a month ago. Raychel shares her unique journey from living across multiple U.S. cities to taking a "midlife gap year" in Seoul to study Korean at Yonsei University's language institute. They discuss her incredibly diverse upbringing and friend group, spanning Japanese, Indian, Latino, and Korean American communities, and how those experiences shaped her worldview. The conversation explores the stark differences between being a minority in America versus being a "super minority" in Korea, navigating the challenges of staring and othering, and finding beauty in cultural differences. Raychel opens up about her language learning journey, the reality of living in a co-living space in Yeongdeungpo, and adjusting to Korean social norms around public transit etiquette, restaurant timing, and high-context communication.If you're interested in hearing a fresh perspective on moving to Korea, understanding the complexities of race and diversity across cultures, learning about the unexpected challenges and joys of language immersion, or gaining insights into how collectivism and individualism shape American versus Korean society, tune in to hear Daniel, Jun, and Raychel discuss all this and more. This episode offers an honest, thoughtful look at cultural adaptation, the privilege of diversity, and the courage it takes to completely upend your life for personal growth.As a reminder, we publish our episodes bi-weekly from Seoul, South Korea. We hope you enjoy listening to our conversation, and we're so excited to have you following us on this journey!Guest bio:Raychel is an American currently living in Korea and attending Korean language school. When she is not studying Korean, she can be found talking to her family or nerding out on her 2 podcasts: MultiNerds Podcast and Tavern of Tomes. Follow her Korean adventures on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/raychelmckelvyLinks:MultiNerds:https://open.spotify.com/show/6cDn8vhL0XRTTBxl5z5xaL?si=PrrWuVz4TDyMA-d_sz0esQ Tavern of Tomes:https://open.spotify.com/show/3sx3q8fhQ7mNLvt2I9PRJk?si=FTh-4cX3T-Sw_mLY5fEcoQSupport the showWe hope you enjoy listening to our conversation, and we're so excited to have you following us on this journey!Support us on Patreon:https://patreon.com/user?u=99211862Follow us on socials: https://www.instagram.com/koreanamericanpodcast/https://twitter.com/korampodcasthttps://www.tiktok.com/@koreanamericanpodcastQuestions/Comments/Feedback? Email us at: koreanamericanpodcast@gmail.com Member of the iyagi media network (www.iyagimedia.com)

Part two of our deep dive into Mage's Zero Edition. Hear about the setting, themes & rules of the unpublished rough draft of Mage the Ascension. Pooka & Adam share their thoughts on what was best left behind & what is ready to drop into your games.Mage the Podcast social media linksWebsite⁠http://magethepodcast.com⁠Patreon⁠https://bit.ly/MagePatreon⁠Bluesky⁠https://bsky.app/profile/magethepodcast.bsky.social⁠Mastodon⁠https://dice.camp/@magethepodcast⁠Threads⁠https://www.threads.net/@magethepodcast⁠Discord⁠https://discord.gg/7rsy59Zz⁠

Adam and Pooka crack open a lost treasure — Mage: The Ascension, Zero Edition, a 1993 manuscript that shaped the game's future. They share laughs, lore, share their thoughts on what was best left behind and what is ready to drop into your game, and a few “what were they thinking?” moments, from cosmic origins to dream magic and immortal mages. Don't be a Copernicus.Show Notes Stuart Wieck's original cosmology: The Prime, Quintessence, and Dynamic Force Dream magic, the Near Umbra, and Dream Lords Early lore links to Werewolf: The Apocalypse and Ars Magica The origins of Avatars (“Gift Spirits”) and Essence Families The role of Pure Ones and their echoes in later Mage editions Differences between Zero Edition and Mage: The Ascension (First Edition) The concept of Evolutes — the five stages of Ascension Technocrats as self-aware mages upholding the “cold lie of science” Copernicus and the cosmic betrayal that started the Ascension War Early versions of Quiet, Mindscapes, and the origin of Boogeymen and Dark Births TryItCon2: TerryCon – Online convention honoring Terry Robinson, November 8–9, 2025

Wherein we seal off an underground door. Brainstorm with us: gwritersanon@gmail.com  Explore our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Mark Leslie Lefebvre is the author of more than thirty books that include the award-winning humorous urban fantasy Canadian Werewolf series— hailed by readers as “the thinking man's werewolf”—and his award-nominated ghostly explorations such as Haunted Hospitals and Tomes of Terror. He is also the editor of more than ten anthologies that include titles in the Hugo Award Nominated Pulphouse Fiction Magazine and the Aurora Award-winning Tesseracts series, which showcases the best in Canadian speculative fiction. His work has been translated into French, Italian, and German. While choosing the shorter and easier-to-spell moniker of Mark Leslie for most of his writing, Mark leverages his full name for work in inspiring, informing, and assisting other authors. Mark's first short story was published in 1992, the same year he began in the book industry. He is a tireless advocate for libraries, bookstores, and other authors and has held the roles of president of The Canadian Booksellers Association, board member for BookNet Canada, chair of the Professional Advisor Committee for Sheridan College's Honours Degree in Writing and Publishing, and Director of Self-Publishing and Author Relations for Rakuten, Kobo, Inc. where he launched Kobo Writing Life. A pioneer in digital publishing, Mark has embraced both traditional and self-publishing routes and continues to look for new ways that technology and innovation can improve the industry for all authors. He has appeared on countless podcasts, television, and radio programs and has spoken on stages across Canada and the United States as well as in England, Germany, France, and Italy. Mark's weekly podcast, Stark Reflections on Writing and Publishing—launched in January 2018— takes an unflinching look at the reality of the publishing world with a balanced take on the pros and cons of various publishing routes. One of his greatest passions is helping writers navigate the bold new realms and opportunities that continue to unfold as the industry evolves. Mark Leslie Lefebvre became a Writers of the Future judge in 2024. “Fantastic fiction has long been considered the herald of possibility. If so, then writers are the pioneering champions of inspiring the world in creative and imaginative ways that can bring form and reality to that raw potential. One of the most significant things we can do as writers is to inspire others to dream well beyond the limits and constraints of our world—to imagine the infinite potency and wonders that lie just on the other side of ‘what if.' Those whose mission is to seek out and celebrate new imaginative voices, to offer them a platform to launch their words, dreams, and stories, and to provide guidance as they navigate a complex and ever-changing publishing industry are the purveyors of possibility in the finest sense. And that is what Writers of the Future has always been. I am proud and honored to join the prestigious panel of world-class writers, artists and all of the people who work tirelessly behind the scenes in continuing L. Ron Hubbard's magnificent vision of paying it forward to the creative minds of tomorrow.” —Mark Leslie Lefebvre Find out more at: markleslie.ca markleslie.ca/about/

Pooka and Bryce crack open Victorian Mage: Bizarre Tales and Unusual Characters. From ghostly X-ray photos to occult artists and Umbra conspiracies, what stories and characters wait around the globe for your players to discover? Plus, TryItCon 2: Terry Con Edition is set for Nov 7–9 on Discord & Zoom, honoring Terry Robinson with games and a Twitter Pig charity auction.Show Notes TryItCon 2: Terry Con - online convention dedicated to the idea that there are great games yet to try, great people yet to be met, and great ideas yet to be learnedVictorian Mage: Bizarre Tales and Unusual Characters Expanded adventures: “Wee” Brazil's vanishing island, Le Fleur du Mal's decadent occultists, “Voice of God” cosmic horror Umbra exploration: conspiracies in the Fortress of Government, the River of Language, Victorian values embodied in the Spire of Modern Virtue

We dive deeper into an ongoing exploration of the implications of new technologies on national security with a barnstorming tour of the cyber domain with cybersecurity expert Byron Tomes.In this episode, Byron and I explore his unique journey into cybersecurity and national security, and the incredibly interesting and varied career he has had along the way.While we do explore the nuts and bolts of the cyber domain and the emerging role of artificial intelligence in that, this is as much a conversation about personal growth and development as it is about the topic itself.This is a particularly useful conversation for students and young professionals who may be intrigued by the topics of cyber defense, AI, and national security, but who may be intimidated by the (false) assumption that they need to be a computer scientist in order to contribute to the field. What Byron's story, and the stories of the last three guests on the show, demonstrate is that combatting emerging threats in new domains is not just the province of technologists. Those concerned with the public good and a nation's moral compass also have a role to play.DISCLAIMER: Byron's views are his own and do not represent the views and policies of his employer, the state of California, or the US Federal Government.Subscribe to Tim Talks Politics⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ on Substack⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ for the full show notes (30% off for podcast listeners)!

Adam and guest Amena dive into Laws of Ascension Companion, the last Mage live action role-playing game (LARP) book. From Technocracy quirks to oddball factions, wild rotes, and Umbra adventures, they cover what works, what's weird, and what's worth borrowing for your Chronicle. Plus, Amena shares how she built a thriving local LARP scene from scratch.Download the transcript for today's show here.Show Notes Overview of Laws of Ascension Companion — content, factions, rules, rotes. Technocracy chapter breakdown and faction quirks New groups like Wu-Nung; merits, flaws and LARP-usable skills Standout rotes and optional rules for PvP, paradox, crossover play Locations on Earth and in the Umbra for LARP use Amina's journey from online LARP to running live Sabbat and Mage games Tips for starting and sustaining a LARP community One Word by Night Amena's game

Nancy Tomes is a professor of history at Stony Brook University. Stephen Morrissey, the interviewer, is the Executive Managing Editor of the Journal. N. Tomes. A Gilded Age for Patients? The Broken Promises of Profit-Driven Medicine. N Engl J Med 2025;393:521-524.

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO US! Welcome to a fun little chat with all the table talk girlies! With our second arc of Strixhaven just finished, we have tea, silly little jokes, and hot takes galore to share with y'all! Thank you all so much for being with us these last three years. We love being a part of this community and are so grateful for the journey we've been on already. Cheers to the table talk fam, and here's to our adventure only getting better!See y'all next time!Cae's Book Recommendations! Obviously, not every book is for everyone. And that's okay! Here are some that I've enjoyed, and I hope they inspire you!Dark Olympus series (Katee Robert) - gives political intrigue with lots of spice!Mead and Mishaps series (Kimberly Lemming) - like reading the adventures of a d&d game in the best way! Also, some good spice.Tomes and Tea series (Rebecca Thorne) - two lesbians who want to just be in love despite their stations in the world. It's great! Cozy comfort.Most Ardently: A Pride & Prejudice Remix (Gabe Cole Novoa) - Pride & Prejudice but Elizabeth is actually trans. Love! It's so sweet. Problematic Summer Romance (Ali Hazelwood) - it is an age gap, but it's one that we can respect. Also this man is DOWN BAD! Some good spice.Teach the Torches to Burn: A Romeo & Juliet Remix (Caleb Roehrig) - Romeo is gay, Juliet is aero/ace, it's still everything and lovely! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Las emociones pasan.Las consecuencias de tus decisiones no. En este episodio te desafío a pausar antes de destruir algo valioso por algo que solo sientes efímeramente.Support the show

Pooka and Josh Heath discuss Seance on St. James Street, a quickstart for Victorial Mage.Mage the Podcast social media linksWebsitehttp://magethepodcast.comPatreonhttps://bit.ly/MagePatreonBlueskyhttps://bsky.app/profile/magethepodcast.bsky.socialMastodonhttps://dice.camp/@magethepodcastThreadshttps://www.threads.net/@magethepodcastDiscordhttps://discord.gg/7rsy59Zz

Special Offer: Our friends at Cozy Earth are offering Say YES to Yourself! listeners an exclusive 40% off. Use code SAYYES at checkout to treat yourself to luxury  bedding and loungewear you'll never want to take off. Visit CozyEarth.com.The Say YES Summit is coming!Join us August 5–6, 1–4 PM EST for a free, virtual gathering designed to help you say YES to the next season of your life—with courage, joy, and unapologetic self-trust. Save your spot here. Use code FREEDOM to join us for free. Welcome to the Say YES to Yourself! Podcast—the show for midlife women, empty nesters, and those navigating major life transitions like divorce, reinvention, and rediscovery. If you're ready to shed old roles and finally put yourself first, you're in the right place.In this soulful conversation, Wendy is joined by therapist and grief specialist Emma Tomes for a deep dive into Internal Family Systems, self-leadership, and the powerful (and often surprising) ripple effects of saying yes to yourself. From unburdening old beliefs to embracing every part of who you are, this episode invites listeners to pause, reflect, and reclaim their inner authority.They explore:How to recognize and work with your “parts”—especially when they're in conflictWhy grief extends far beyond death—and how to honor it in all forms of lossWhat it looks like to lead your life from self-compassion, not self-abandonmentConnect with Emma:LinkedInMentalHealthPeople.co.ukReferenced in this Episode:Fierce, Free, and Full of Fire by Jen Hatmaker________________________________________________________________________________________ Say YES to joining Wendy for her: Say YES Sisterhood PWH Farm StaysPWH Curated France TripsInstagram: @phineaswrighthouseFacebook: Phineas Wright HouseWebsite: Phineas Wright HousePodcast Production By Shannon Warner of Resonant Collective Want to start your own podcast? Let's chat! If this episode resonated, follow Say YES to Yourself! and leave a 5-star review—it helps more women in midlife discover the tools, stories, and community that make saying YES not only possible, but powerful.

Adam and Bryce dive into Laws of Ascension, Mage's guide to live-action roleplaying! They chat rotes, rubber rats, and rock-paper-scissors magic, with plenty of laughs and a dash of heartfelt critique. Whether you're LARP-curious or just love mage lore, this one's for you. Also, Bryce shares news on a KULT: Divinity Lost deep dive over at Darker Days Radio. Truth until paradox, baby!Show Notes Adam and Bryce take on Laws of Ascension, Mage's core LARP rulebook for the Revised era. Bryce shares LARP anecdotes and kicks off the show with news on his KULT: Divinity Lost 4th Edition deep dive on Darker Days Radio. LARP 101: Mind's Eye Theater system explained—no dice, lots of rock-paper-scissors, and many index cards. Safety rules, public play etiquette, and why dressing up as your mage shouldn't get you arrested. Adam reflects on Nordic LARP vs. Laws of Ascension's American-style sandbox. Bryce volunteers to LARP in his backyard… as a ghost.

Tune in for the final episode of Rebecca Thorne's CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA audiobook. You can buy CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA in full here, or continue the Tomes & Tea series here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We've just concluded serializing the CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA audiobook by Rebecca Thorne. Now we're excited to share a sneak peek of the next book in the Tomes & Tea series— A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR TEA. You can continue the Tomes & Tea series here and get ready for the final book in the series, ALCHEMY AND A CUP OF TEA. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Tune in for a new episode of the Stories from Among the Stars podcast, where we are serializing the CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA audiobook by Rebecca Thorne. Can't wait for the next episode? You can buy CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA in full here or the rest of the Tomes & Tea series here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Tune in for a new episode of the Stories from Among the Stars podcast, where we are serializing the CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA audiobook by Rebecca Thorne. Can't wait for the next episode? You can buy CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA in full here or the rest of the Tomes & Tea series here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

#armenia #folktale #widowIn this story, a king wants his daughter married off. The only trouble is that she picked the poor widow's son. Will her father ever come around? EnjoySource: The Golden Maiden and other folk tales and fairy stories told in Armenia by A.G. SeklemianNarrator: Dustin SteichmannMusic: Կանչում եմ՝ արի՜, արի՜. Վիգեն Հովսեփյան (Ֆրանսիայի հրապարակ)Sound Effects: Front Yard by Dustin SteichmannPodcast Shoutout: Tea Tales and Tomes (excellent show)Listener Shoutout: Mörön MongoliaPhoto Credit: "Pomegranite" by Garen M. is licensed under CC BY-NC 2.0.

Tune in for a new episode of the Stories from Among the Stars podcast, where we are serializing the CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA audiobook by Rebecca Thorne. Can't wait for the next episode? You can buy CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA in full here or the rest of the Tomes & Tea series here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Tune in for a new episode of the Stories from Among the Stars podcast, where we are serializing the CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA audiobook by Rebecca Thorne. Can't wait for the next episode? You can buy CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA in full here or the rest of the Tomes & Tea series here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This week, we delve into moshing, Jubilee, employee recommendations, Enigma's Paradox, and sexy Pokémon.Listen to the Jortscenter playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2ioAsKKw7AhdJ0cCrasqfH?si=6c2cef121c3a4a9aJoin our Peloton!   https://www.patreon.com/JortsCenterFacebook group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/342135897580300Subreddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/jortscenterFollow us on Twitter:@JortsCenterPod Will is @wapplehouse Josh is @otherjrobbins Ryan is @ryhanbeard Vic is @DokktorvikktorZack is @ZackVanNusEpisode art is by Sorry Hat.

Tune in for a new episode of the Stories from Among the Stars podcast, where we are serializing the CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA audiobook by Rebecca Thorne. Can't wait for the next episode? You can buy CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA in full here or the rest of the Tomes & Tea series here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Junio llega con una energía muy especial: es un mes de revelaciones, movimientos internos y decisiones importantes. En este episodio de Espiritualidad Aplicada, te comparto la lectura energética del mes, lo que se está activando a nivel colectivo y lo que la vida podría estar mostrándote si prestas atención.Este mes se abren nuevos caminos, pero también podrían caer viejas estructuras. Hay que estar atentos a los mensajes que el universo nos envía a través de las personas, los sueños, los símbolos y los desafíos.

What makes a great Disparate? Adam and Pooka crack open M20 Forgotten and Forbidden Orders to spotlight the most compelling crafts in Mage 20—from the dream-walking Noma to the sandstorm-riding Taftani. Along the way, they unpack what works, what doesn't. Also in this episode: TryItCon 2, a listener review, and what happens when your RPG expectations go sideways.Show Notes TryItCon 2: Tarragon Edition – Now recruiting Storytellers and GMs for this online convention (June 13–15) in memory of Terry Robinson, $20 donation-based, proceeds go to charity Night Rangers fiction series ready — Technocratic Texas Rangers fiction M20 Forgotten and Forbidden Orders - Final NPC-focused supplement for Mage 20 The Noma - Reimagined Order of Hermes parallel with African roots The Templars - formerly Christian male militants, now inclusive and post-Christian The Taftâni - Strongest faction presence in Dubai, though questioned for realism The Hollow Ones - Introduces five internal “cliques” (e.g., Moles, Sound Wave Masters) The Kahu - Formerly Kopa Loei; modernized, open to diverse recruits

Tune in for a new episode of the Stories from Among the Stars podcast, where we are serializing the CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA audiobook by Rebecca Thorne. Can't wait for the next episode? You can buy CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA in full here or the rest of the Tomes & Tea series here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

En este episodio Danielita nos trae sus reflexiones sobre ser inmune ante las diferentes situaciones donde otras personas (incluso nuestros padres) pueden opinar sobre nosotrxs. Disfruta, D Nuestros programas de crecimientio: https://nas.io/estas-rica/challenges/7-das-de-glow-up Mi música y todos mis links: https://www.danisayan.com/

Tune in for a new episode of the Stories from Among the Stars podcast, where we are serializing the CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA audiobook by Rebecca Thorne. Can't wait for the next episode? You can buy CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA in full here or the rest of the Tomes & Tea series here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

¿Alguna vez te han dicho 'no te lo tomes personal' después de un comentario que te atravesó como flecha? Ese instante donde la frustración se mezcla con impotencia porque no puedes simplemente desactivar tus emociones. En este episodio descubrirás que el problema no está en sentir, sino en cómo interpretas lo que sientes. Te revelaré 5 herramientas prácticas respaldadas por investigadores como Brené Brown para separar las palabras hirientes de tu valor personal. Aprenderás a identificar cuándo estás cargando con un 'paquete emocional' que no te pertenece y cómo devolverlo a su remitente con amabilidad. No te pierdas esta guía para vivir más ligero y auténtico, libre del peso de las opiniones ajenas.

Tune in for a new episode of the Stories from Among the Stars podcast, where we are serializing the CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA audiobook by Rebecca Thorne. Can't wait for the next episode? You can buy CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA in full here or the rest of the Tomes & Tea series here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Tune in for a new episode of the Stories from Among the Stars podcast, where we are serializing the CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA audiobook by Rebecca Thorne. Can't wait for the next episode? You can buy CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA in full here or the rest of the Tomes & Tea series here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Tune in for a new episode of the Stories from Among the Stars podcast, where we are serializing the CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA audiobook by Rebecca Thorne. Can't wait for the next episode? You can buy CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA in full here or preorder the rest of Tomes & Tea series here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Tune in for a new episode of the Stories from Among the Stars podcast, where we are serializing the CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA audiobook by Rebecca Thorne. Can't wait for the next episode? You can buy CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA in full here or preorder the rest of Tomes & Tea series here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Tune in for a new episode of the Stories from Among the Stars podcast, where we are serializing the CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA audiobook by Rebecca Thorne. Can't wait for the next episode? You can buy CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA in full here or preorder the rest of Tomes & Tea series here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Tune in for a new episode of the Stories from Among the Stars podcast, where we are serializing the CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA audiobook by Rebecca Thorne. Can't wait for the next episode? You can buy CAN'T SPELL TREASON WITHOUT TEA in full here or preorder the rest of Tomes & Tea series here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices