Tumgik
#Adam Devonshire
junksterrr · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
IDLES || Tom Hagan Rock Photography
20 notes · View notes
markbobobowen · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
IDLES by The Face Collective
236 notes · View notes
jimmorrisonfants · 3 months
Text
(2018) IDLES - I’m Scum
npr Tiny Desk Concert 2019
15 notes · View notes
nofatclips · 1 year
Video
youtube
CRAWL! by IDLES from the album CRAWLER - Director: LOOSE and Edie Lawrence
26 notes · View notes
innovacancy · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
IDLES Roadrunner, Boston, MA 17 September 2022 words + gallery HERE
67 notes · View notes
senorboombastic · 2 years
Text
a/s/l: Sugar Horse
Remember the days of the old schoolyard? Remember when Myspace was a thing? Remember those time-wasting, laborious quizzes that everyone used to love so much? Birthday Cake For Breakfast is bringing them back!  Every couple of weeks, an unsuspecting band will be subject to the same old questions about dead bodies, Hitler, crying and crushes.   This Week: In the run up to the release of their…
Tumblr media
View On WordPress
0 notes
lullabyes22-blog · 10 months
Note
Okaaaay, re your commentary on A Smuggler's Tale of Woe: how would Silco react if Mel did get pregnant? And if she wanted to keep it?
Ditto if the same happened with Sevika or one of his 'favourites'.
I imagine he'd be very cognisant of how his existing daughter would react to the notion...
tw: talk of reproduction, tubal ligation, pregnancy, child abduction, custody sharing
Oh, Jinx's reaction would be the first thing on his mind.
In FnF, Silco is a man who never conceived of himself as a father - but rather someone who would leave behind Zaun as a legacy. Jinx as his flesh-and-blood legacy - the embodiment of his own devotion to freedom but also a miracle in herself - is something that happened purely by accident, and that altered him at the cellular level.
In his mind, he wants and needs nobody else.
Also, in FnF, Silco's sperm has been altered by toxins from the Pilt. Neither he nor Singed know what sort of offspring he might engender. ("A two-headed chimera, perhaps...") However, he's on Shimmer, a known curative for illness, so he might, all unawares, be producing healthy swimmers by this stage...
A second child would catch him utterly flat-footed.
I should note, in FnF, Mel has taken advantage of her wealth and access to healthcare, and gotten 'fixed' at age 30. (Jayce doesn't know). To her, legacy as a Medarda is trauma, and her arc in FnF is trying to break it - even as she succumbs to old habits and types i.e. Silco.
Sevika, meanwhile, is extremely savvy with midwives and has gotten a hundred lessons from Nandi, a former Priestess, on ways to both prevent and end a pregnancy. She has her own trauma re: legacy - specifically the history of violence, addiction and abuse that runs in her family.
Either woman getting pregnant would result in them having an existential crisis.
It being Silco's kid would compound the horror.
In Mel's case, it would end up becoming a hushed-up scandal. She'd do her best to keep it under wraps, because of both hers and Silco's positions, and also because of her mother, who would a) salivate at the idea of an heir to House Medarda after Kino's death and b) ragefroth at it being a Trencher's bastard.
Either choice might result in Ambessa trying to take her grandchild from Mel.
In Silco's case, post-freakout, he'd be adamant about wanting to see his child. Mel trying to keep a distance would have him seeing red - and reliving the trauma of everything else Piltover has kept from the Undercity. He'd be distinctly unhinged about the whole matter - and I'd honestly be a bit afraid for Mel's safety. I can see him going the same route as Ambessa and trying to take the kid away by force.
If he manages to cool down - and acknowledges his own feelings for Mel - he'd offer to resign as Zaun's First Chancellor if she steps down as Councilor, so they can wed and raise their child together. Mel would... not be okay with relinquishing her hard-won prestige for motherhood (cue her having a secondary meltdown and wondering if she's just as bad as her mother).
I can see them coming to a bitterly sobering arrangement, similar to what occurred irl when the Duchess of Devonshire had a child out of wedlock with the Earl Grey, and the girl was sent to live with her biological father's kin. Mel's child would be sent to Zaun (in her mind, a better alternative to Ambessa taking it home to Noxus, because Silco plainly adores the baby already and will go full-on Papa Wolf if any harm comes to it.) Mel would visit in secret, and shower the baby with a hundred gifts and a thousand letters. She'd also spend her whole life guilty and wonder if she should've been braver and just accepted Silco's offer.
Jinx would be... deeply disenthralled. But I can also see her bonding with the lonely thing, and becoming a weirdly devoted sister down the line, because, like her, the sibling would grow up feeling displaced and vaguely isolated.
Sevika getting pregnant would be a whole 'nother drama. I can see her going into panicky denial when it happens, and waiting until the absolute last moment to tell Silco. She'd expect him to order that she get rid of it.
Silco... to both their shock... would not.
His reasons for wanting to keep it would be complicated - and many. Maybe subconsciously wanting to redo what couldn't be with Nandi? Maybe wanting a clean slate and no baggage (i.e. no killing Vander and stealing his child as his own)? Maybe wanting to lock Sevika down because she might be one of the few reliable people in his life, and he refuses to let someone else reap those benefits?
I imagine they'd end up having a shared-custody/timeshare type thing, so they can both be active presences in the baby's life. Maybe a marriage, if she's up for it and he can get over himself and share his space?
Jinx - again - would be super Not Pleased. It being Sevika might have her throwing a full-on fit and trying to kill her. Assuming she doesn't succeed, she'd not want to be around the baby when it's born. But despite herself, she'd end up looking out for it, and trying to be a good big sister, because the thing is so pathetically helpless that it ends up triggering the inner-Vi in her nature.
I should note, legacy/choice and children/consequence are a huge theme in FnF, so these are plot threads that will be explored as the fic goes on...
<3
26 notes · View notes
dnickels · 1 year
Text
If anyone goes down to those shores now, if man or boy seeks to follow in our traces, let him realize at once, before he takes the trouble to roll up his sleeves, that his zeal will end in labour lost. There is nothing, now, where in our days there was so much. Then the rocks between tide and tide were submarine gardens of a beauty that seemed often to be fabulous, and was positively delusive, since, if we delicately lifted the weedcurtains of a windless pool, though we might for a moment see its sides and floor paven with living blossoms, ivory-white, rosy-red, grange and amethyst, yet all that panoply would melt away, furled into the hollow rock, if we so much as dropped a pebble in to disturb the magic dream.
Half a century ago, in many parts of the coast of Devonshire and Cornwall, where the limestone at the water's edge is wrought into crevices and hollows, the tideline was, like Keats' Grecian vase, 'a still unravished bride of quietness'. These cups and basins were always full, whether the tide was high or low, and the only way in which they were affected was that twice in the twenty-four hours they were replenished by cold streams from the great sea, and then twice were left brimming to be vivified by the temperate movement of the upper air. They were living flower-beds, so exquisite in their perfection, that my Father, in spite of his scientific requirements, used not seldom to pause before he began to rifle them, ejaculating that it was indeed a pity to disturb such congregated beauty. The antiquity of these rock-pools, and the infinite succession of the soft and radiant forms, sea- anemones, seaweeds, shells, fishes, which had inhabited them, undisturbed since the creation of the world, used to occupy my Father's fancy. We burst in, he used to say, where no one had ever thought of intruding before; and if the Garden of Eden had been situate in Devonshire, Adam and Eve, stepping lightly down to bathe in the rainbow-coloured spray, would have seen the identical sights that we now saw,—the great prawns gliding like transparent launches, anthea waving in the twilight its thick white waxen tentacles, and the fronds of the duke faintly streaming on the water like huge red banners in some reverted atmosphere.
All this is long over and done with. The ring of living beauty drawn about our shores was a very thin and fragile one. It had existed all those centuries solely in consequence of the indifference, the blissful ignorance of man. These rockbasins, fringed by corallines, filled with still water almost as pellucid as the upper air itself, thronged with beautiful sensitive forms of life, they exist no longer, they are all profaned, and emptied, and vulgarized. An army of 'collectors' has passed over them, and ravaged every corner of them. The fairy paradise has been violated, the exquisite product of centuries of natural selection has been crushed under the rough paw of well-meaning, idle-minded curiosity. That my Father, himself so reverent, so conservative, had by the popularity of his books acquired the direct responsibility for a calamity that he had never anticipated became clear enough to himself before many years had passed, and cost him great chagrin. No one will see again on the shore of England what I saw in my early childhood, the submarine vision of dark rocks, speckled and starred with an infinite variety of colour, and streamed over by silken flags of royal crimson and purple.
Father and Son, Edmund Gosse
5 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
CALIFICACIÓN PERSONAL: 6 / 10
Título Original: George A. Romero's Survival of the Dead
Año: 2009
Duración: 86 min
País: Estados Unidos
Dirección: George A. Romero
Guion: George A. Romero
Música: Robert Carli
Fotografía: Adam Swica
Reparto: Alan Van Sprang, Kenneth Welsh, Kathleen Munroe, Athena Karkanis, Joris Jarsky
Productora: Devonshire Productions, Blank of the Dead Productions, New Romero, Sudden Storm Productions. Productor: George A. Romero
Género: Horror; Comedy; Sci-Fi
TRAILER:
youtube
0 notes
junksterrr · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media
IDLES ¦¦ Dena Flows
18 notes · View notes
markbobobowen · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
IDLES and Kenny Beats at the 2023 Grammys
47 notes · View notes
itsrattysworld · 2 months
Text
Without Prejudice Mervelee Myers Log County Court At Clerkenwell Shoreditch District Judges Bell In Shock Find Out Female Involved Ryan Clement Sent To CLCC After Judgement £9,450.00 Court Enforcement Services Ltd Sent Threats 4 Years Later Stockdale Sterlini Rand Zimmel Strike Out Winsome Duncan Telephone Mediation Housing For Women Traffickers Devonshires Solicitors Narin Masera Terrorists HOS Liars HMCTS Defamation Miscarriages Of Justice Cover Criminals Need ERT Richard Harty MIC Who Dares DJ Sterlini Label Violent Nuisance Proof Online Of Crisis July Richard Hayes 24 Hours Breaches Equality Act 2010 I Was At Mental Health Appointment With Half Idiot GP 20/12/23 DJ Naidoo I Never Meet How Can DJ Pigram Have Nerve To Threaten To Send Ms. Thomas Out Of Court Claim Supported By Husband Book To Celebrate 101 Birthday International Women's Day MAPS State Of Social Housing Michael Gove Role Department Education Meet LEYF A/C Keynote Speaker 20/2/2024
Without Prejudice Mervelee Myers Log Facebook Memories Defensive Practice Names Of Criminals Need Emotional Regulation Treatment Violent Nuisances Of HMCTS CPS CJS SRA Michael Carter Judge Brian Doyle Adam Jones Freer Liar Give Samantha Jones Reference For Grenfell Tower Enquiry Panel HHJ Shouting Shanks Racist South African Justice Simler Martin Strike Out Racism Judge Baron Sent It Back…
Tumblr media
View On WordPress
0 notes
nofatclips · 1 year
Video
youtube
The making of Crawler by IDLES - Shot & edited by Aris Chatman.
20 notes · View notes
chrisryanspeaks · 4 months
Text
SEE: IDLES & LCD Soundsystem - “Dancer”
Idles, a rock band from the UK, started in Bristol in 2009. The members include Adam Devonshire, Joe Talbot, Mark Bowen, Lee Kiernan, and Jon Beavis. They received high praise for their first album, "Brutalism," released in 2017, and their follow-up, "Joy as an Act of Resistance," in 2018. They have recently released a music video for their energetic new single "Dancer," which includes a collaboration with LCD Soundsystem. You can watch it below: Read the full article
0 notes
audiofuzz · 4 months
Text
SEE: IDLES & LCD Soundsystem - “Dancer”
Idles, a rock band from the UK, started in Bristol in 2009. The members include Adam Devonshire, Joe Talbot, Mark Bowen, Lee Kiernan, and Jon Beavis. They received high praise for their first album, "Brutalism," released in 2017, and their follow-up, "Joy as an Act of Resistance," in 2018. They have recently released a music video for their energetic new single "Dancer," which includes a collaboration with LCD Soundsystem. You can watch it below: Read the full article
0 notes
dry-valleys · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
"The greatness and simplicity of parts fills the mind with extensive thoughts, stamps upon you the solemn, the grave and the majestic and seems to prevent all those ideas of gaiety or frolic which our modern buildings admit of and inspire” Robert Adam.
The Curzons are an old Derbyshire family who have been here (spoiler alert; they still are here) since 1066, when Robert de Courson, from the Normandy village of that name, came here with an invading army and seized Kedleston (which is mentioned in the Domesday book of 1086).
(This is the third in a Kedleston trilogy; please see here and here for more of the history of the Curzons and their home).
Sir Nathaniel Curzon, 1st Baron Scarsdale (1726-1804), decided to build on what his forefather had left him; he started by knocking down the whole of the medieval village! (All that is now left of it is the lovely All Saints Church, and the brickwork in the stables is all that is left of the redbrick house built by his father, Sir Nathaniel Curzon, 4th Baronet).
The 1st Baron employed Robert Adam in the house and garden and Samuel Wyatt in the garden, and they laid down most of what is here now, added to by the 1st Baron’s heirs. The alabaster was quarried from the family’s own quarries in Nottinghamshire (it’s often forgotten that industry and aristocracy were not seen as deadly foes in the 18th century, and many of the early industrialists were aristocrats who’d found new uses for their lands; the Curzons included).
I like the grandeur of the entrance hall and the intimacy of the damask fabric, in a truly lush shade of blue, which matches the patterns Adam is known to have designed. (This was very much a showhome and not every room was used by the family each day, so me coming as a tourist is not so out of keeping for a house and garden that have always been welcoming).
Curzons have strode out from here to be knights and members of parliament from the beginning; one of the reasons this house is so epic is that the 1st Baron knew he had rivals in the Dukes of Devonshire, whose home at Chatsworth had already been built (1685-1705).
The Curzons and Cavendishes both wanted to lead Derbyshire society, having gentlemen of smaller landholdings orbit round them and being accepted as leaders by the farmers, labourers and townsmen. They were also both political families with a presence in London; the Cavendishes were staunch supporters of the Whig party, whereas the Curzons were staunch Tories, so this was another reason why the 1st Baron put pressure on his employees to bring something really grand.
(The 6th Duke of Devonshire, William Cavendish, did indeed come here several times between 1813 and 1825; he can’t have failed to be impressed).
The greatest of all Curzons was George Nathaniel Curzon, 1st Viscount Scarsdale (1859-1925). Born in splendour, he used his advantages of birth, brains and work to form a career in London politics; he became Viceroy of India where he staged the epic Durbar of Delhi, 1903, to celebrate the coronation of King Edward VII.
This was donein partnership with the local elite, with whom the 1st Viscount felt he had more in common than working- and middle-class folk in Derbyshire. As he informed us, “all civilisation has been the work of aristocracies”.
Yet, as David Cannadine painstakingly charted, this facade was beginning to crumble even in his own day; the 1st Viscount was only able to live so grandly because (like many late-Victorian aristocrats), he was not able to sustain himself through rents from farming- which had gone into decline after 1875- and was sustained by his wife, Mary, who not only came from commercial money but was an American!
Although he came back as foreign secretary in 1919, the 1st viscount did not achieve his goal of becoming prime minister in 1923 and lost the race to the middle-class Stanley Baldwin, whom he privately scorned; the 1st viscount had noted as early as 1887 “the statesman who attempts to rule a democracy by laws framed on aristocratic lines is doomed to failure” but tried to mount a rearguard action.
After this, the family went into something of a decline and when Richard, 2nd Viscount Scarsdale (1898-1977) died, the old ways could no longer be sustained. Kedleston passed to the National Trust in 1987.
The family still live here, though, led by Richard’s second cousin, Peter, 4th Viscount, who was born in 1949 and traces his forefathers all the way back to Robert de Courson, following the old motto, “Let Curzon holde what Curzon helde”.
0 notes