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blueberry-beanie · 1 year

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Everything Everything at Cambridge Junction | 23rd August 2022 | willowphotography213

#everything everything #ee #cambridge junction #raw data feel #jeremy #jonathan #first pic looks so cool

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aestheticindreamlands · 2 years

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Anyone on inhaler tumblr going to see them @ the Cambridge Junction in 2 weeks??? I kinda wanna meet some new people there tbh 🥰

#Inhaler #eli hewson #these are the days #it won’t always be like this #bobby keating #josh jenkinson #ryan mcmahon #Cambridge junction #gig

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mileskanex · 3 months

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Miles Kane via goldrushvintage ig post - 05.02.2024

“As if it's not good enough to be going to see Miles Kane at The Junction in Cambridge tonight, we had the pleasure of having Miles and Co visit the shop today! Sadly I wasn't there but I hear all of them have great taste in clothes!! As well as being thoroughly lovely people 😍”

#miles kane #mk5 #always shopping on his day off

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celandeline · 3 months

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Summer of Like // Farleigh Start x OC (18)

My fatal flaw is that I can’t say no to Venetia. I’ve known since I met her, when I moved into our suite at Cambridge, that I wasn’t going to be able to say no to her - not when she’s as pretty as she is and as pitiful. Which is how I find myself singing karaoke in the library with Venetia.

I didn’t know the words to Head Over Heels by Tears for Fears before Venetia pulled me out of my seat. I doubt that I’ll remember anything I’ve sung after we finish given how much wine I had at dinner. But it makes her smile, and everyone scattered on the couches around the rooms claps when we’re done.

I hand off my microphone to another of the Henrys, and flop down on the couch, next to Felix. Venetia perches between our laps, one leg over mine, one leg over her brothers - her right arm around Felix’s shoulders, her left hand laid on my thigh. I wrap my free arm around her waist, and tuck my head into the junction between her neck and her shoulder, watching as the Henry who took the microphone from me starts to swagger as Flo Rida’s Low starts playing.

“Oh god.” Venetia laughs as an exasperated sigh leaves Felix.

It’s very evident right from the start that he’s not very good. It’s made even worse by the way his British accent tries to mimic Flo Rida’s tone. I huff out a laugh as he shrugs off his jacket, tossing it to a woman that I presume is how wife.

Felix is the first one to call it quits. “Alright, fuck this. I'm getting a drink.”

“Me too.” Venetia says, rising from her spot in Felix and I’s laps. “Coming Evie?”

I stand up with them, fixing the straps of my borrowed dress. “‘Course.”

I follow them back into the dining room, leaving the library behind us, letting the noise of the karaoke fade into the background. In the dining room, the plates and silverware have been cleared away, but the bar is still set up to the side of the room.

Felix gets there first, pulling three glasses over from the side. “What do you drink, Evie?”

“Depends.” I say. “What are the options?”

“Anything you want.” He says, pouring himself some whiskey that looks like it costs five times my rent in New York. He starts on Venetia’s drink, pouring gin, vermouth and bitter campari into the same glass, and swirling it all around a few times before handing it to her.

“Some tequila would be good.” I say.

Felix grabs a bottle and pours me a healthy helping, and drops a lime wedge into the drink for good measure. “Alright?” He asks, handing the glass to me.

“Yeah, thanks.” I say, taking a small sip. The tequila burns, just a little, the impact softened by the wine that’s already in my system.

Venetia grins as she sips her own drink. “Nobody makes a negroni like you, Fi.”

Felix scoffs, and downs his glass of whiskey like it’s a shot before pouring himself another. “I’m sure you’ve had better negronis than that.”

“I didn’t say it was good.” Venetia says. “Just that nobody makes them like you.”

“Shove off.” Felix says, but there’s no bite in it.

Glasses in hand, we wander back to the library. The song changes abruptly as we slip back into the room, as I spot Farleigh at the karaoke machine, sorting through the selection, microphone in hand.

“Okay, well done Henry, that was great. Round of applause for Henry…” He grins as he finds the song he wants, and stands back up to his full height. “Okay now it’s time to take things up a notch. We have someone here who is a very talented singer.”

The intro to Rent, by the Pet Shop Boys begins to play. I turn to Venetia, already knowing what he’s going to do before he does it, but she’s only smiling, not recognizing the song.

Farleigh turns towards Oliver, that wry smile on his face. “He’s your best friend and mine: Oliver Quick!”

“No, no, no…!” Oliver protests as Farleigh grabs his hand.

Farleigh only smiles as he pries Oliver out of his seat and presses the microphone into his hand. “Yes, yes, yes… don’t be shy!”

Oliver stumbles forward, pushed by Farleigh, wide-eyed. “I don’t even know this song!”

From the couch, James claps his hands. “The words are on the screen, Oliver! That's the best bit! That's the best bit!”

The first verse of the song starts, and Oliver starts to sing, a little off the melody, but smiling anyway. Farleigh sidles up to me, a playful smile on his face. “What’re you drinking?”

“Tequila.” I say, holding my glass out to him.

He takes it, and swigs some into his mouth before handing it back to me.

I keep eye contact as I take a sip, sure to place my lips right over where his just were. “You’re cruel, you know. Making him sing this song.”

His grin widens. “You know this song?”

“Yeah.” I say. “My mom loves the Pet Shop Boys. She’s always playing them around the house. Says they remind her of the ‘good ‘ol days’ before she had kids.”

“Harsh.” Farleigh laughs.

“Either way, it’s mean.” I say.

“Shhh, he hasn’t realized yet.” He says, fishing a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it with glee as he watches Oliver stumble along to the music. I watch as Elspeth realizes exactly what song is playing, casting a look at James. The cheering only gets quieter as more and more of the crowd realize where this is going.

The music swells into the chorus, and the lyrics change on the screen. I watch Oliver’s face shift as he reads the words, and the joke dawns on him all at once. He falters only for a moment before he finishes it off.

“I love you, you pay my rent.”

Full of malicious glee, Farleigh whoops. “Whoo! You tell ‘em!”

“Farleigh.” Felix’s voice is low. I glance over to him to see a glower on his face, not unlike his expression at the breakfast table the night after Venetia’s moonlit escapade.

“What?” Farleigh mocks innocence.

Whatever Felix is about to say is cut off by Oliver. “This is your song as well Farleigh, come finish it.” His tone is friendly, but his stare is anything but. A shiver runs up my spine just looking at him.

Still, Farleigh grins. “Only if you insist.” He tucks his cigarette between my lips before dashing away, taking the mic from Oliver. He doesn’t have to look at the screen to know the words, and he leans into the performance, dancing and spinning the wire of the microphone as he croons.

I puff on his cigarette as he looks over to me and winks.

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#farleigh start x oc #farleigh start x reader #saltburn #farleigh start #farleigh x reader #saltburn x reader

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skylarbee · 3 months

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(05.02.2024, Cambridge, Junction)

#these might be the best professional photos we got so far from the tour 😍😍😍#they all look so good #where's liam though :(#miles kane #ben rose #nathan sudders #omb tour #omb era

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mbta-unofficial · 14 days

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Why is the North South Rail Link a waste of time ? (at least compared to the Grand Junction West alternative)

Well the short answer is there’s too much shit in the way.

Now, unless you somehow talk Massdot into using literally the big dig right of way from the Massdot Merrygoround to the Bill Buckner bridge in all his shortstop fuckup glory there will never be trains on the short way. Can you imagine trying to get massdot to do literally exactly big dig 2 right next to Big Dig 1 since they had such a good time the first time? or, even better, busting down the walls to a big dig tunnel to replace lanes of car traffic with lanes of rail? You would be shot. They would give you a 6 minute head start before a pack of greyhound buses tore you limb from limb. They would invent hoax medieval torture devices to test on you for quality assurance purposes before marketing them to the sex dungeon in se7en.

But consider: A railway that goes straight from south station to north station. Through cambridge. It’s right there we don’t need to build shit the MBTA already used it for non revenue moves as recently as 2010. And, get this, it’s fuckin gorgeous. it goes over the charles and everything.

Here she is. Real life girl next door rail infrastructure that will fuck you. All we need to do is fix it up a little bit. But see people from out of state don’t get it. They think, damn, that hypothetical bitch bad as hell. They don’t comprehend that the baddest bitch is the one that’s there for you in the form of rail infrastructure that is revenue line ready in 3-5 years of inexpensive maintenance. And all you fucking new yorkers who want to take the downeaster can get on the subway fuck you

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guerrerense · 8 months

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Deltic on the Fens por David Chandler Por Flickr: 55009 'Alycidon' cruises across the flat fenland East of Whittlesea with the late running 'The Capital Deltic Reprise', the container train going in the opposite direction just clearing the way in time. This was the outward leg of the tour which followed the ECML south until Peterborough, where it took the junction onto this line to go via Ely and Cambridge before taking the route to Kings Cross.

#flickr

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keep-tilting-at-windmills · 1 year

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Harrow, A School-on-a-Hill:

In February 1572, John Lyon (a wealthy farmer of Preston near Harrow), secured a charter from Elizabeth I to found a free grammar school for the boys of the parish of Harrow; the charter including requirements that Lyon should send two scholars to Cambridge each year and two to Oxford; and also cunningly including a clause shifting responsibility for the upkeep and repair of the highway between Harrow and the centre of London (from Harrow to the place where Marble Arch now stands), away from the royal purse, to the School.

Lyon’s Orders, Statutes and Rules (often called his will), were drawn up in 1591, stating that the master of his new school was to be at least an M.A. (the usher a B.A.), and the school might also teach fee-paying foreigners (boys who lived outside the parish of Harrow), provided this did not adversely affect the children of the parish.

Texts were duly prescribed. No English was to be spoken above the First Form. There was to be no playtime except sometimes on fine Thursdays. Church attendance was compulsory. Parents were to provide paper, ink, pens, books, candles, and bows and arrows. And boys were to be punished with the rod; though only moderately, on pain of dismissal.

In 1615 a new building (the west wing of the present Old Schools) was ready. Rev William Lance was appointed master (his brother, Thomas, as usher). Rev Lance’s son became the first recorded pupil. And the school settled down to follow the pattern provided in the Statutes.

William Horne became Headmaster in 1669. He was the first of several Etonians to hold the office, and during his time a playing field was purchased, the school yard (known as Bill Yard) was levelled, and the Silver Arrow Archery Competition was established.

Not familiar with Harrow traditions? The Silver Arrow Competition became so popular, it started to attract crowds from London that were so large and unruly, they disrupted the running of the School. So much so that in 1771, Headmaster Benjamin Heath (another Eton master who joined Harrow), replaced the archery competition with an event that has become the biggest day of the School year - Speech Day!

Always time for one more Tradition:

That ruinously-expensive clause, slipped into the charter by Elizabeth I, meaning that Harrow owned the ten miles of road stretching from Bill Yard, at the junction of Church Hill and the High Street in Harrow-on-the-Hill, to Marble Arch in central London. Such clauses were not unusual at the time, as access to the city was important, both for the School and also for commercial as well as social traffic.

The road has long-since been sold off. But what would you do on finding yourself the owner of that ten miles stretch of road?

Here's what Harrow did – they turned the route into Long Ducker: a ten mile road race, run annually by the entire School to raise funds for charities, with parents and Old Harrovians as well as Beaks and other members of staff lining the route to hand out water and keep an eye on things. The full race for the older boys is all ten miles to Marble Arch, then turn round and run back to Bill Yard, though younger boys travel by coach to the Arch, then run back to School with the older contingent.

Harrovians completing the full twenty miles in under three hours are awarded the Long Ducker Tie.

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stevebattle · 9 months

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Tito (1989) by Karen Sarachik, MIT Artificial Intelligence Lab, Cambridge, MA. Tito demonstrates two visually guided behaviors using stereo cameras. Vertically mounted stereo cameras are mounted on a camera boom tilted back just far enough for it to see the ceiling in a typical office; rectangular rooms with flat ceilings, and a brightness change at the ceiling-wall junction. A vertical slice of the image is captured as the robot rotates. After observing the room from different vantage points, the angle of the boom can be deduced, from which it can work out the dimensions of the room. The robot also uses forward motion to calibrate a horizontally mounted pair of stereo cameras, like our own eyes, to find doorways it can drive through.

Tito is seen in this MIT group photo at the bottom left, with its distinctive tilting camera boom. The robots on the back row, left to right, are Allen, Herbert, Seymour, and Toto. The robots to the right of Tito on the front row are Genghis, Squirt, Tom & Jerry, and Labnav.

#cybernetics #robot #MIT #1989

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doctorstethoscope · 1 year

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Fluffy February Day 28 || Author's Choice

the very last one!! Thank you to everyone who participated in this crazy month <3. This is another one of my favorites of the month, I decided to do a will x mackenzie first kiss since we don't get to see very much of what they were like pre-series.

pairing: will x mack

wordcount: 849

contains: alcohol consumption

“Have a drink with me tonight,” Will’s spunky new Executive Producer, Mackenzie McHale, commanded of him after the Friday night broadcast.

“I suppose, since the news hour is over and you no longer own me, that I’m able to decline?” He jokes with her, quoting something she’d said about owning him for the hour of their show.

“I don’t think so,” she corrected him jovially. “I didn’t quite ask, did I?” She smiles.

“No, you didn’t,” he agrees. “You’re buying.”

“Perfect,” she says. “Let me just get my coat.”

The two of them walk down the street to a dive bar, snagging a booth and ordering their drinks.

“I think we might have a good thing going here, McHale,” Will says, extending his glass to her. It had been just over a month since she’d come on as his EP. Their viewership had shot up, and to Will, it felt like doing something significant again. He’d been in a bit of a slump until she arrived. She pushed him. Hell, she drove him mad sometimes, but he needed it. He liked it. He wanted more of it, even if he knew he shouldn’t.

“Well, I’d hate for you to overstate it,” Mac teases as she takes a sip of her gin and tonic, and he catches a twinkle in her eye. “As much as I’d love for you to fall over thanking me for making you a star, you are just as responsible for our success, Billy,” she tells him, batting her eyelashes.

He’s fairly certain she’s got something of a crush on him, and he’s halfway fucked. He wants her, badly, but he won’t do that to her. He’s got far too much baggage, not to mention the professional field day it would cause for her. They order another round, chat a bit about the show, and then pay their tab.

“I don’t live far, so I think I’ll walk,” Mackenzie tells him as they exit the bar.

“I’ll walk you,” Will decides immediately.

“That’s very sweet, but you really don’t have to—”

“It’s exactly as optional as drinks were,” he teases her, gesturing for her to lead the way. They walk in silence for a moment before he decides to broach more personal topics that the two of them hadn’t ever touched before. “So what made you decide to defect against The Crown?” He teases her.

“I’m American, you asshole,” she laughs.

“Could’ve fooled me,” he shrugs, his eyes begging her to elaborate.

“My father’s a diplomat. I was born here, although we moved to the UK shortly after my mother recovered. Stayed long enough for me to pick up the accent, and then we moved all over. Cambridge probably didn’t help with the accent thing.”

“Where you went to school?” He asked.

“Yeah,” she answered with a smile. “What about you?”

“You mean to tell me that you didn’t Google me before you took the job?” He teases her, and she blushes. God, he hopes to make that happen many, many more times.

“Maybe I just want to hear it in your words,” she says. “Maybe… maybe I just like listening to you,” she carries on, slipping her hand in his as they continue to walk. He squeezes her hand in his, then pulls her into an alley.

“Will, what are you doing?” She asks, confused.

“We can’t do this,” he says, even as he crowds her into the wall. “I’m your boss, for one.”

“Actually, I’m your boss,” Mackenzie chuckles. “So if I was inappropriate, I apologize.”

“It’s not that,” Will scrubs a hand through his hair. “I want to. You’re fucking electric, Mackenzie.”

She smiles at that. “What is it, then?” She asks, bringing a hand to his chest, feeling the thrumming of his heartbeat.

“I’m fifteen years older than you,” he reminds her as she leans in closer.

“I don’t think that’s a good enough reason,” she whispers, her breath hitting the junction of his neck and his collarbone, weakening his resolve exponentially.

“It could end badly. The network would prioritize me over you,” he cautions.

“Will?” She asks, and he looks down at her, sees nothing but desire in her green eyes.

“Yeah,” he says, swallowing, and fighting to keep his hands at his sides when he’d much rather have them in her hair or—

“I’m a big girl,” she tells him. “I can take care of myself,” she promises as she pulls herself up on her tiptoes to press her lips to his, winding her arms around his neck and trusting him to catch her as she crashes into him.

He’s good for the catch, placing one hand on her hip and bringing the other to tangle in her hair as she prods her tongue past his lips. They kiss for longer than they should, based on all of Will’s previously stated objections, and he pulls back.

She’s panting, and blushing at him, again. He’s off the deep end, now. She’s got him right in the palm of her hand— halfway fucked is fully in the rearview.

He leans back in.

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#will x mackenzie #mackenzie x will #will mcavoy #will mcavoy x mackenzie mchale #mackenzie mchale #mackenzie mchale x will mcavoy #the newsroom #the newsroom fic

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samcampbellfans · 29 days

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Sam Campbell is performing the last Wobservations show of the first leg of the tour, in Cambridge at the Junction today (28/3/24)! (The March 31 date in Liverpool was cancelled.)

The second and last leg of Wobservations will begin on 1 June. Cities on the second leg: Manchester, Newcastle, Leicester, Dublin, Belfast, Glasgow, Brighton and London.

In the meantime, Sam will be in Australia between 9-28 April at Melbourne International Comedy Festival (also Sydney and Brisbane), doing a show called 'Scallop-Toucher'.

Tickets: samcampbelltour.com

(photo - Sam Campbell at Angel Comedy, Bill Murray Pub)

#sam campbell #australian comedian #cambo #cambo fans #mcdonalds comedy #samcampbell #wobservations

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dailyanarchistposts · 2 months

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