#Spirit of Life Award Dinner

[hilaryduffwardrobe]

WHERE: 2007 Spirit of Life Award Dinner

WHEN: September 27, 2007

Jimmy Choo Kase Oval Clutch - Sold Out

#Spirit of Life Award Dinner #Award Shows #Events #September 27 2007 #September 2007 #2007 #Jimmy Choo #Clutch #Bags #Hilary Duff #Hilary Duff Style #hilary duff wardrobe

[bettsfic]

Betts. how do I stop feeling jealous of everyone and everything and just focus on myself? I'm tired of being comprised of nothing but envy.

story time:

so i was recently at Millay, which is one of the top artist residencies in the country. they have an acceptance rate of something like 3%. when i was shown my room, there was a packet of all the residents' artist bios. i sat down and read through all of them. most of them were like half a page in length, single-spaced, listing out accomplishments i could never dream of. one artist had won a guggenheim. one author had published 12 books. another author published her first book at 19 years old. these were people who were extremely well accomplished and respected in their fields.

and we all became very good friends!

and then there was me. my bio was 3 sentences listing out a couple short publications and awards and other residencies i'd done. and my honest to god first thought was, "wow, the jurors must have really liked my writing to have accepted me among all these great artists."

and my second thought was, "that's the healthiest thing i have ever thought."

i had no jealousy of their accomplishments. even though my career hadn't even begun compared to theirs, i didn't attend dinner that night with any impostor syndrome. and that confirmed for me that i had grown out of whatever place i used to be in as a person, where i was basically a raw wound wrapped in barbed wire. everything hurt me and i hurt everything in return.

jealous feelings come from an intense need of external approval, but as i've mentioned in other asks, approval and validation is a well that gets filled over time. at our introductory dinner that night, i didn't talk about my work in the hope of convincing everyone i deserved to be there, which was what i would've done a few years before. instead we all ended up talking about a TV show. the most highbrow place i've ever been in my life, and we're getting wine drunk and discussing at length a cheesy discovery channel reality series. the guggenheim winner: loves box turtles. the guy who's published 12 books: his favorite movie is Spirited Away. the girl who published a book at 19: reads One Direction fanfic. the well-lauded poet: old school tumblrina.

actually, 4 out of 7 of us read fanfic and we had some great conversations about it. sometime i'll tell you about introducing the co-director of the residency to AO3.

when you think of the most accomplished and successful writer you've ever read, remember that they are, at the very core of their being, a nerd. and if you were to eat dinner with them, you would, with enough polite inquisitiveness, be able to unlock the goofy side of them that binges Property Brothers.

so that was the big change for me, i think. i started asking a lot of questions. i stopped talking and i started listening. it seems counterintuitive that admitting to not knowing stuff shows confidence, but it does. pretending you know stuff is what looks insecure. i think for me, i put so much of myself in my work, i wanted my work to be lauded so i could feel accomplished, and feeling accomplishment would let me believe i deserved to exist. but over time, i've reframed that mentality. my work is a thing that exists beyond me and is private to those who read it. it comes from me, but it is not me. what i am is just the person i am, and my life is a series of moments i choose for myself, and i am allowed to exist.

even sending this ask shows that you've begun filling your well. it takes someone who's already come a long way to realize jealousy isn't the status quo and is a feeling to be overcome. and you can overcome it. you can reach a place where you have enough success that other people's success has nothing to do with you, and you're free to just be happy for them. and when you read work that's better than yours you feel joy at learning something new.

so put your work into the world and let it be rejected. you'll rack up a couple wins or close calls, and those will give you energy to be rejected some more. and eventually you'll be rejected so much that rejection doesn't feel like anything, and you will have won enough to realize your work has a place in the world, and that place is no bigger or smaller than anyone else's. your work is allowed to exist simply as it is, and you are allowed to exist simply as you are.

#writing advice #feelings #jealousy

[5starl1ght]

Daniel ricciardo x horner!Reader

Boss's daugther

A/n: I got this idea from someone else when I was scrolling through tumblr. So please don't come for me. And while we wait for the poll to end here you go!

Mesterlist

Y/N Horner had always been passionate about journalism. Ever since she was a little girl, she loved to read newspapers and magazines, watch documentaries and interviews, and write her own stories and articles. She dreamed of becoming a famous reporter who would travel the world and expose the truth. She worked hard to achieve her goal, studying journalism at university and landing a job at a prestigious media outlet. She quickly rose through the ranks, earning a reputation as a fearless and talented journalist who could cover any topic, from politics and business to sports and entertainment. She had interviewed celebrities, politicians, activists, and even royalty. She had won awards and accolades for her work. She had everything she wanted in her career, but nothing in her personal life.

Y/N was notoriously single, and she liked it that way. She didn't have time for romance, nor did she feel the need for it. She was happy with her independence and freedom, and she didn't want to compromise that for anyone. She had dated a few people in the past, but none of them had lasted long. They either couldn't handle her busy schedule, her ambitious nature, or her adventurous spirit. They either bored her, annoyed her, or betrayed her. She decided that she was better off alone, and she focused all her energy on her work.

Her father, Christian Horner, the team principal of Red Bull Racing, was not happy with her decision. He loved his daughter more than anything, and he was proud of her achievements, but he also wanted her to find someone who could make her happy and give him some grandchildren. He knew that Y/N was not getting any younger, and he worried that she would end up lonely and regretful if she didn't settle down soon. He had tried to set her up with various men over the years, but none of them had impressed Y/N or caught her interest. He had almost given up hope, until he thought of Daniel Ricciardo.

Daniel Ricciardo was Christian's former driver and a close friend of the family. He had joined Red Bull Racing in 2014, and had quickly become one of the best drivers in Formula One. He had won seven races, 31 podiums, and three pole positions with the team, before leaving for Renault in 2019. He was also one of the most popular and charismatic drivers on the grid, known for his infectious smile, his cheeky humor, his daring overtakes, and his love for life. He was charming, funny, handsome, and adventurous. He was also single and looking for love.

Christian had always liked Daniel as a person and as a driver. He had seen him grow from a young rookie to a mature champion. He had supported him through his highs and lows, his victories and defeats, his joys and sorrows. He had treated him like a son, and Daniel had treated him like a father. They had remained in touch even after Daniel's departure from Red Bull Racing, and they still met occasionally for lunch or dinner. Christian knew that Daniel was unhappy at Renault, and that he missed his old team and his old friends. He also knew that Daniel was lonely, and that he wanted to find someone who could share his passion for racing and for life.

Christian thought that Daniel would be perfect for Y/N. They were both successful in their fields, they both loved to travel and explore new places, they both had a great sense of humor and a positive attitude, they both were loyal and honest to their friends and family, they both were attractive and fit. They also knew each other since childhood, as Daniel had often visited Christian's house when he was racing for Red Bull Racing. They had always gotten along well, teasing each other and laughing together. Christian thought that they would make a great couple if they gave each other a chance.

Christian decided to play matchmaker and invited Daniel to join them for dinner at his house one night, hoping that sparks would fly between him and Y/N. He didn't tell either of them about his plan,

he just said that he wanted to catch up with Daniel and see how he was doing. He also asked Y/N to come over for dinner as well,

saying that he missed spending time with her and that he wanted to talk to her about something important.

He hoped that they would be pleasantly surprised to see each other,

and that they would hit it off right away.

#daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo x female reader #Daniel ricciardo x horner!reader #formula 1 #f1 #f1 x reader #formula one

[hilarydiary]

16 years ago today, Hilary Duff and Miley Cyrus at the 2007 Spirit of Life Award Dinner (September 27)

#hilary duff #miley cyrus #myedits #hduffedit #appearances

[missluthorwillseeyounow]

Ooh I'd love to hear 27 for Lena 😂

27. What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

For Lena, the worst gift was no gift at all.

Her first birthday at the Luthors, and the little girl woke up with the first tiny bit of hope and happiness in her little heart.

Her birthdays, as far as she could remember in her young life, were always happy days. Not grand, in any sense. But the tiny cottage by the cliffs would be filled with a warm, rich scent of the sponge cake baking in the oven, and her mother would always let her sneak a small piece before the cake was even decorated. The sponge would be buttery and soft in Lena’s mouth, and when she exclaimed at the taste, her mother would get a soft look in her eyes and cup her cheek gently, wiping crumbs from her mouth.

No matter how lean the year had been, there would always be a present waiting for Lena at the table, lovingly wrapped by her mother's hand in shiny paper. Most times it would be a cheap pair of shoes or a plastic toy or an old book from a thrift shop - all her mother could afford - but Lena would treasure each as if it were gold.

But where were they now? Discarded by the Luthors as cheap trinkets the minute she moved into their household.

But today, she has a little bit of hope. After all, her mother always showed her that birthdays are special days.

Lena waits at the breakfast table. Lex is at boarding school, she misses him dearly. Lionel is already at LuthorCorp. Lillian has spared a rare moment to sip her morning coffee before heading out the door, and Lena's spirits lift in anticipation.

But nothing comes. No acknowledgment as the maid approaches with her lunch box and book bag. It's not even Lillian who bids her farewell, but rather the housekeeper who tells her to hurry along or she'll be late for school.

Breakfast comes and goes, and Lena is ushered into the family limo without acknowledgment.

She keeps her expectations low throughout the school day, but a little part of her looks up each time the door opens. She knows better than to expect any of the Luthors to come in with cupcakes and balloons or anything like that. But a small message, any sort of acknowledgment would be welcome.

Nothing comes.

School is dismissed and Lena is too. She is sent to her room to do her homework and brush up on her reading. Her Latin teacher comes and goes. Her organic chemistry tutor stays for an hour and talks about chirality and stereoisomers, but mentions nothing about birthdays.

Her last hope clings to life at dinner.

She's too scared to bring it up to Lionel. The man who had picked her up and flown her to the States is more interested in the portfolio he's reviewing at the table. Lillian is similarly distracted by some documents at her side. The entire dinner is silent and distracted, work taken to the table just to avoid talking to the people they share a house with. It certainly can't be called a family.

Lionel retires early and the only two people left are Lillian and Lena. The little girl waits as the maid clears the plates and disappears around the corner.

She summons her courage and musters a small smile for her new mother, who doesn't even look up to see it. "It's my birthday today."

Lillian’s annoyed gaze flicks up at her, her grey eyes almost bored. "Is it? And did you expect some sort of congratulations for that?"

Lena's mouth snaps shut, and her eyes lower to her lap.

"Do you suggest we reward something as trivial as being born? Should you get some award for merely existing?" Lillian arches a fine eyebrow. "Accolades are for achievements, Lena. Birthdays are not achievements, and hardly worth any sort of offering. If you're looking for some sort of distinction or praise for merely existing, you're looking in the wrong place. Let me know when you've achieved something worth commemorating."

But you gave Lex his own lab for his last birthday. Lena bites the thought back, knowing better than to say anything. Instead, she turns back to her plate.

The rest of the meal passes in silence.

#lena luthor #supergirl #replies #rustingcat

[mayiwritesomething]

Love is An Unfamiliar Name (Pt. 1)

You’re a sucessful and methodic award winner music composer and producer, that after working on a few movies got invited to coordinate the sound department on a TV series, by your busy and controlled schedule, it will be just another project on your portifolio… but life sometimes has a funny way to surprise you.

Wordcount: 1,6k

A/N: guys just be nice to me since this is my first fic haha, that i decided to write just for fun. I apologize if there is any mistakes since english is not my first language. In this first chapter i tried to give a little bit of our main caracter background (she may seem a little stupid at first, but she’s got a big heart and is just scared of showing too much affection). And since this is a real person celebrity fic i tried just to write a fun story. Hope you like it :)

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Dinner

"Goodbye, boss! Could you please brief me on how the meeting will unfold?" Jennifer says with a smile.

"Stop calling me that! Jesus!" you respond with a less than welcoming expression, that might scare those unaware of your kind nature.

Jennifer continues to laugh, saying, "Oh, come on! I'm just getting into the spirit. I've already gathered the entire team for the project and sent you the email with the details. I heard this guy Craig is as methodical as you."

She takes another sip of a drink, the contents of which are unclear due to the image quality, but you assume it's some kind of energy-boosting juice. "I also discovered he's a fan of your work, so you're all set! The brainstorming session you organized for the plot is fantastic", she adds, concluding with a laugh, "Bye, good luck, bossy!".

“Bye Jenny!”

Jennifer, has been your assistant of nearly a decade and a friend for much longer, understood your aversion to titles. Despite this, for the next ten months at least, you were going to assume the role of a boss. Coordinating an entire sound team was no easy feat; having experience on both sides, you were well aware of the challenges ahead. However, in this case, you were not just a regular composer working on a typical project. You were a fan adapting one of your favorite games for the big screen, something that filled you with anxiety.

As Jenny had predicted, the meeting was a success. Time seemed to fly by as you delved into your passion for music and its transformative impact on a serie. This phase of your career gave you the freedom to choose your collaborators, and Craig was someone you wanted work with for some time. Over the course of a three-hour Zoom call, you found that you connected well, not only with Craig but also with the rest of the team. Together, you had a productive briefing, establishing the desired atmosphere that would align with both the essence of the game and the script you held in your hands.

As life began to regain its rhythm post-lockdown, you still felt a hint of anxiety about going out and mingling with more than four people. However, this evening called for celebration with your friends, primarily because Jenny wouldn't let you be, insisting that you only pretended to enjoy being by yourself. She believed you needed "some drinks, good food, laughter, tears, and maybe getting laid."

Following your last breakup, you had made a promise to yourself to not date anyone for a year, a vow you upheld not just for one year but for the following one as well. Suddenly, all the men and women you encountered seemed uninteresting, but you still had some fun in one night standings, which by the way made some of the people you met quite angry, as you would just leave without saying anything.

As soon as you arrived at the bistro booked by Jenny for you and the girls, Maria said out loud, “Here comes THE GOAT!!”

'”Shhhhh, Maria! This is a private place,' you whispered, glancing over your shoulder, although people were imerged in their own worlds and conversations, allowing you and your friends to enjoy a pleasant girl night.

“Come on, girl, you're the award winner here, not to mention THE SOUND COORDINATOR! Aren't you thrilled?” Jenny attempted to lighten the mood.

“Of all the episodes, by the way” Amy chimed in.

“Yes, girls, of course, I'm happy”, you replied with a smile. “I am a bit nervous and overwhelmed. It's going to be a year-long project, surrounded by a considerable number of people, that might include some famous individuals whose crazy egos I definitely don't enjoy working with.'

“But hey, you’re not a jane doe honey” Jenny added.

You went on to explain the challenges of dealing with ego driven actors. 'I don't even know what the Game of Thrones guy is like in real life, we only spoke via Zoom. He's an actor; he could portray niceness on screen and be difficult in real life. We all know that's a possibility.'

Jenny and Maria appeared surprised or apprehensive you couldn’t understand the reason, so you kept going, 'He's an actor; he can pretend to be nice and be a dick off-screen; we all know this can happen.'

“Girl… just…” Amy interjected, her expression showing concern.

'What?!” You interrupted her “ Amy, I'm not lying... I'll have to talk to him a lot,' you retorted, visibly frustrated by the thought.

"Stop!”, she continued.

“Why?” Judging by the expression on the girls' faces, you knew you had messed something up. Were the HBO executives present? Where anyone that shouldn’t be there listening to you? Damn it.

Resignation.

This time, Jenny spoke in a hushed tone, “By the 'Game of Thrones' guy, you mean the one sitting right behind you?” She attempted to maintain calm so you would’t crack. She said something else, but you were so flustered that you couldn't make out her words or anyone else's. Should you turn around to face the person behind you? Should you chuckle and say you were joking? Should you just...

“Well, I assure you I'm not a dick, even if someone who doesn't know me may think so,” a male voice behind you interjected. Damn the Game of Thrones guy.

You turned to face him, and he continued, “Hi, pleased to meet you in person, award winner sound coordinator. Well… I'm the Game of Thrones guy, or Pedro, whichever you prefer.” His words made you reflect on how snob you must have sounded. He had heard everything. You felt awful.

“Oh, well, pleased to meet you in person too, Pedro! I didn’t…” You struggled to form a coherent sentence in your head. Damn, he smelled good. “My name is... um… I am…” Nothing seemed to make sense in your mind anymore. Why say your name when you had spoken to him before?

“Never mind,” he said, smiling. “I know your name and who you are. We met before. By the way, I'm a huge fan of your work.” He knew how to be cirurgical yet polite, which made you chuckle, even though you just wanted to vanish.

Pedro was undeniably good-looking, not exactly your cup of tea, but you couldn't deny his charm. The way he responded to your stupid remarks made him seem more intriguing. You felt a bit woozy. What had you gotten yourself into?

“Pedro, I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m sorry,” you apologized, attempting to clarify. “I'm terrible with names.” You were being honest. Now he appeared more serious, and your voice began to tremble. “I mean... I'm only making things worse, aren't I?”

“A little bit,” he chuckled softly, sounding genuine. Glancing over his shoulder, you noticed a beautiful brunette lady at the other end of the table. You waved, receiving a forced smile in return. Back to Pedro. Stop behaving like a teenager. Pull yourself together. Jenny said something, but you didn't catch it. Keep. It. Together.

"I guess I'm the one who came off as a jerk... I know I sounded pretentious, and I apologize," you began, finding your voice. "I've had some really bad experiences with certain actors and their egos, so I was worried you might be like them… so i…" All those therapy sessions seemed to be paying off; he was listening to you, paying attention not only to your words but also to your uncomfortable gestures. You pushed past the discomfort and continued, "I'm truly sorry. I didn't mean to offend you." Your voice dropped to almost a whisper in the last sentence.

"So you might want to think twice before mentioning someone’s name in a private restaurant in Los Angeles, don't you think?" He spoke with a hint of irony, almost provocatively. You took the bait.

"Not tha-" You were about to respond when Jenny interjected, "Hey! I believe Pedro here has a date to attend to, right buddy?" He nodded smiling, and Maria chimed in, "And you, girl, promised us a night out and turned it into a work-related gathering." Those girls were true diplomats.

"I don’t want to take up any more of your time, Pedro," you said, maintaining a serious expression as you locked eyes with his dark gaze, your usual impenetrable poker face firmly in place.

"Never mind," he replied. "By the way-"

"Hey babe, do you want to call your friends to join us?" the attractive lady accompanying him interjected, her tone dripping with irony.

"It won't be necessary," Maria retorted, clearly annoyed. She was hungry, and anyone who knew her understood how irritable she could get when hunger struck. You KNEW she was on the verge of losing her cool.

"I'm sorry for this disruption; we didn't mean to interrupt your date, guys."

"Sorry... you do seem to like that word, don't you?" The pretty brunette girl knew how to be ironical.

"Yeah, thanks for the heads up," you responded, laughing almost manically and subtly holding Maria back, knowing she was on the brink of saying something that could have gotten all four of you kicked out of the restaurant. Jenny steered you to another table far away from them, while Amy engaged the waiter in conversation. Your hands felt as cold as ice.

"See you soon, sound coordinator... oops, AWARD-winning sound coordinator," he said with a chuckle as he returned to his table. "Hopefully, we can prove to each other that we're nice people."

"I'm looking forward to it... Game of Thrones guy." You waved and smiled more than necessary as you both returned to your respective dinner conversations.

You replayed this encounter in your mind all the way home. How could he not be angry with you? There were still a few months until filming begins, and yet you felt an unfamiliar sense of anxiety creeping in. Opening your door, you continued to mull over his ironic parting words: "Hopefully, we can prove to each other that we're nice people," you repeated with a grin.

"Well, I suppose we'll have to wait and see.” You said.

Wait. And. See.

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedrohub #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x f!reader #pedro pascal x female reader

[themotherofhorses]

- last of her house no more: prologue

Series Summary: She was born to Daenerys Stormborn and Khal Drogo on the Dothraki Sea, the youngest of their dragon brood. Known as the Seven Kingdom’s Delight, she trains with swords and arakhs, studies philosophy and history, and takes immense pride in the woman she is becoming.

But her life is forever changed when she comes face-to-face with her long-deceased Green ancestors, including the man the maesters refer to as the one-eyed kinslayer. Now, this princess faces a future not even her mother could foresee in her dreams

pairing: aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader

chapter warnings: none. aegon and otto, maybe.

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Prologue:

Greens

The Red Priestess was an unexpected sight for the family.

Aegon Targaryen, second of his name, had recently been crowned King by the High Septon within the dragonpit, followed by his queen consort Helaena, only several hours back. Spirits were still high, and the Greens hailed this small victory through cups of fresh wine, a feast, and dancing. They toasted to the health and reign of the new king and the memory of the old. And although they knew that the Princess Rhaenys would bring her word of the crowning to Dragonstone, all thoughts of the war and retaliation would wait till dawning.  

Something doesn’t feel right. . . . Alicent Hightower thought to herself, her stomach in a roil. She was nursing a cup of honeyed wine while eating in silence, listening to her family’s bustling talk and the jests they threw about amongst each other.

“Are you happy, dear daughter?” came the voice of Otto Hightower. Alicent’s lips curled into a tight smile as she turned to her father, who placed a heavy hand atop her shoulder with a smile of his own. “Aegon is King now, as the gods’ will always meant. Helaena, his Queen. And through Aemond and his betrothal, House Baratheon will remain strong allies. Have no worry- things are now how they should be.”

As they should be. . .

In all truth, it did not feel that way, but she simply nodded. “Yes, father,” she murmured before excusing herself from the dinner table, needing to clear her mind. She caught Helaena’s attention as she left, but the young girl soon lost interest and glanced back to her plate.

The realm is going to rise in madness.

Alicent recalled the Princess Rhaenys before the coronation. You are wiser than I believe you to be, Alicent Hightower. She did not feel any wiser nor better about her earlier decisions. “Aegon is King,” she told herself as she made her way through the dimmed corridor, empty of the servant folk. “He is King, as Viserys wanted. . . As the gods permitted. . .”

And it was Alicent Hightower, Queen Dowager, that came across a Red Priestess standing alone in the Keep’s Great Hall, a silent and still statue shrouded in an elegant blood-red gown that pooled around her feet. Around her slim neck was a thick necklace with a large, blackened jewel that rested across her collarbone. The queen sucked in a deep breath at the sight. Both her late husband and father spoke of the Red Priests and Priestess, the sacred clergy in the faith of the R’hllor. The Lord of Light. Their presence was both rare and only for a reason.

The hall remained quiet, with both women just staring at each other. Then the Priestess unclasped her hands apart. “You were awarded a fine victory today, Alicent Hightower,” she spoke in the common tongue, “How might you feel?”

The queen did not know what to say to that. “Good,” Alicent answered, unsure. She could feel her heart quickening within her breast, and her father calling out for her outside the room, asking where she had gone. “You are a Red Priestess,” she then said, swallowing thickly, “-mind my tongue, for I have never had the pleasure of meeting one before; I have been told you appear for reasons only you know of. . . Dare I ask why you grace my family with your presence, especially on a night like this?”

The Red Priestess took a short step towards her. “I am as old as the waves of the sea, and the midnight stars you gaze upon in the sky.” She tilted her head to the side and smiled, pale eyes sparkling. “I have lived so many lives. . . seen many things. I witnessed the reign of Aegon the Dragon and that of his successors- both good and bad, kind and evil. . . And from your borne children shall come new kings. . . but you seem to know that already.”

“Do I?” Alicent prompted, her tone weak and soft.

She simply strode closer to the queen, who hid her trembling hands behind her back. The Priestess’s accent was thick and strange, unlike any voice she had ever heard before. “You would sacrifice everything you have to ensure the lineage is of your blood. It is an admirable thing until it isn’t.”

ALICENT! Otto Hightower shouted from outside. But Alicent could not answer his calls. She could also hear her sons asking for her as well, their footsteps growing louder, closer. Had she been gone for that long? It felt like it had only been several minutes. . .

 Do not come, she wanted to scream. Please. . ! Stay over there. . .

“Admirable, one might say. Or perhaps even foolish. I cannot help but wonder what might happen if you were granted a chance to see the future,” the Priestess paused shortly, her lips quirking, “Do you believe in it, the future? Many men do not, but alas, did they not say the same about the dragons?” Alicent opened her mouth, but the words fell stuck in her words. Suddenly she felt as if she was back in Rhaenys Targaryen’s bedchamber.

Alicent!

Mother?

Soon the hall’s massive doors slammed open. “WHAT IS GOING ON?” Otto yelled, entering the throne room. He was followed by his three grandchildren, two of whom were clutching longswords and daggers in their hands. “Alicent, my daughter, I have been calling for you to rejoin us-” his voice fell as he soon took notice of the Priestess standing but a few feet away, his hand dropping to the hilt of his own sword. He then turned to his two grandsons, bidding them to sheath their own.

“What has happened?” Otto caught her arm. “Are you troubled?”

Alicent shook her head, draping a hand over his. “No, father,” she told him gently, “but we have a guest.”

“Yes, I can see that. Red Priestess,” Otto nodded through a slight bow. “With that do we owe this honor? Are you here to bless the new king, perhaps?” he asked.

The Priestess shifted her shoulders towards the newcomers, breathing deeply. “I’ve come to spread the word.” Along the stone hall walls, the draperies swayed back and forth in a wash of ebony and crimson silk.

“The word?”

“Yes. A new king has been crowned today, it seems. . . and because of that, the future shall pay the price.”

Her eyes met Alicent’s and Otto’s, who stared her way in sheer disbelief. “The world is the way it because of Dragons. Dragons are gifts from the Lord of Light, sent to purify the non-believers and sinners. And the Lord of Light fashioned the Targaryens to control such. This world has known only the Targaryens. The smallfolk and the high lords, they have all bowed to the Targaryens and their dragons. To the fire made flesh. . .” she paused, frowning, a tiny crease appearing between her eyes, “-what would happen if there were no more to submit to?”

“Dragons?”

“No. Targaryens.”

The Priestess eyed the Hand and the Queen Dowager first, then drifted her sharp gaze to the newly crowned King, and his Queen Consort, and their future Kinslayer brother. Three of them, Targaryen blooded. Silver crowns and soft violet eyes. Dragon riders. Highborn and beautiful.

All will be dead soon, a pity. Their deaths will speak poetry to the lives they lived. Her features grew sympathetic, and her tone softened with kindness and mercy when she said, “While I come to spread the word, I am here to show it to you as well. Your family is doomed, and this is your one chance to save it.”

Targaryens

Her queen mother, above many things, is a dreamer.

The young princess cherished hearing stories belonging to the long days before her birth on the Dothraki Sea. According to the maesters, who already began writing the histories down in their scrolls and books, Daenerys Stormborn, in her early months of being a Khaleesi, dreamt of dragons every night in her tent. All her dreams played out the same- that if she braved the fire, her eggs would hatch. Such sounded nonsensical, of course, until it finally happened beneath the black midnight sky.

Her mother did say the Targaryens possessed the strange ability to do things normal men could not.

Sometimes, in the later morning hours, she would join her mother underneath the shade of their lemon trees and ask if she had dreamt any new dreams. Daenys Targaryen saw the doom of Old Valyria in her sleep, and the ill-fated Helaena prophesied her kid brother, Aemond One-Eye, losing his eye in the claiming of his mount, Vhagar. History remembered all of them; she often wondered if her mother would continue to foresee the future like them, and if she did, would anything change in their house’s fate.

Alas, to her dismay, nothing has changed. Her beloved mother has dreams, but none of the kind she pines to hear.

As of right now, she is her mother’s sole heir to the throne, the proclaimed future queen of the realm, born to Daenerys Stormborn and her Khal Drogo. The youngest in their dragon brood. Her shoulders ache a terrible lot, bruised and swore from the heavy burden she carries, knowing the dragon dynasty perishes with her death. But she refuses to sink beneath it.

Like her ancestor, the Black Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, she is this Seven Kingdoms' Delight. She trains with Valyrian-steel blades and arakhs, studies her history and philosophy, and flies across the bright-blue seas on the backs of the largest dragons in the world.

If her history is to include the fall of her House Targaryen- the true and goldenblood dragonlords of Old Valyria, she vows to make it the greatest royal reign the maesters shall ever record.

notes: yeah yeah, this is short but listen, I promise I'll feed ya plenty. this is the calm before the storm (at least this storm won't include granny vhagar committing more war crimes).

tag list: @dothrckis @dudfahsn @xcharlottemikaelsonx @animusxy @nsainmoonchild @rosaryos @xceafh @winxschester @trshngyn @aemcndtargaryen @hightidelowmood

(if you would like to be added or removed from the tag list, please let me know. reposts and comments are greatly appreciated <3)

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader #house targaryen #aemond targaryen #aemond the kinslayer #aemond one eye #daenerys targeryan #mother of dragons #game of thrones #house of the dragon #house of the dragon imagine #hotd fanfic #vic writes 🧸

[barkingbonzo]

Katharine Hepburn

Katharine Houghton Hepburn (May 12, 1907 – June 29, 2003) was an American actress whose career as a Hollywood leading lady spanned six decades. She was known for her headstrong independence, spirited personality, and outspokenness, cultivating a screen persona that matched this public image, and regularly playing strong-willed, sophisticated women. She worked in a varied range of genres, from screwball comedy to literary drama, and earned her various accolades, including four Academy Awards for Best Actress—a record for any performer. In 1999, Hepburn was named the greatest female star of classic Hollywood cinema by the American Film Institute.

Raised in Connecticut by wealthy, progressive parents, Hepburn began to act while at Bryn Mawr College. Favorable reviews of her work on Broadway brought her to the attention of Hollywood. Her early years in film brought her international fame, including an Academy Award for Best Actress for her third film, Morning Glory (1933), but this was followed by a series of commercial failures culminating in the critically lauded box office failure Bringing Up Baby (1938). Hepburn masterminded her comeback, buying out her contract with RKO Radio Pictures and acquiring the film rights to The Philadelphia Story, which she sold on the condition that she be the star. That comedy film was a box office success and landed her a third Academy Award nomination. In the 1940s, she was contracted to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, where her career focused on an alliance with Spencer Tracy. The screen partnership spanned 26 years and produced nine films.

Hepburn challenged herself in the latter half of her life as she tackled Shakespearean stage productions and a range of literary roles. She found a niche playing mature, independent, and sometimes unmarried women such as in The African Queen (1951), a persona the public embraced. Hepburn received three more Academy Awards for her performances in Guess Who's Coming to Dinner (1967), The Lion in Winter (1968), and On Golden Pond (1981). In the 1970s, she began appearing in television films, which later became her focus. She made her final screen appearance at the age of 87. After a period of inactivity and ill health, Hepburn died in 2003 at the age of 96

#portrait #katharine hepburn #smoking cigarette #girl smoking #smoking #actress

[hilaryduffs]

The City of 2007 Hope Spirit of Life Awards Dinner in Los Angeles, California - September 27, 2007

#hilary duff #hduffedit #hilaryduffedit #raven symone #jesse mccartney #appearances #2007 #ap2007 #mine #edits

[sunsafewriting]

Keep Your Arms In - 1 Do A Flip extended cinematic universe

basically just extra one-shots sets in and after do a flip.

excerpt:

Diego forgets about the lie almost as soon as they leave the grocery store. He’s got other, more important things to think about, like how late he can convince Ava to let him stay up, and whether he’ll be able to get a tattoo like Shannon’s one day. 

Ava’s answers to his questions are, in this order: nine-thirty, and yes, one day, but for now, they can hit the mall kiosk that sells temporary tattoos. 

It’s not until they’re back at Ava’s place, unloading their bags, that he remembers their capsicum. 

“I don’t want to eat that,” he says, wrinkling his nose. 

“Nor do you have to,” Ava promises. “I’m going to try it, though. And you’d better start brainstorming vegetables you will eat, because otherwise you’ll get leprosy. Wait, that’s the wrong one. It’s the sailor one, isn’t it? Scurvy.” She taps her temple. “And Sister Frances thought Pirateology wasn’t an educational text.”

He watches her wash the capsicum, chop a chunk off, and pop it into her mouth. 

“Hmm, okay, that’s not winning any awards from me,” she declares, wrinkling her nose. “Nevermind, you were right. Capsicums suck.” 

“See?”

“It’s no broccoli, that’s for fucking sure.” She pauses. “Should I swear in front of you less? Now that I’m a responsible adult, and everything.” 

Diego shrugs. “I don’t know.” 

That ship has probably well and truly sailed, but they Google it anyway, just to be safe.  

For the next several months, Diego lives a blissfully capsicum-free life. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner at St Michael’s are mostly the same, day in and day out, even if the options have become slightly more nutritional since Mother Superion arrived and overhauled everything. 

When he’s with Ava, they experiment with all sorts of different foods — some he finds he likes and some he finds he doesn’t. It becomes a tradition of theirs. Ava doesn’t have enough money for them to do anything really crazy, but picking out something from the grocery store that neither of them has ever had before is always affordable and always fun. 

It’s still just their thing, even once Beatrice is there, because Ava has never wavered in her promise to keep the things he wants to be just Ava and Diego as just Ava and Diego. But at a certain point, it feels stupid to keep doing it without Beatrice, when like everything else, it would probably be even more fun with her. 

Also, he’s kind of excited to show her their notebook, which is the closest thing he and Ava have ever managed to meticulous record-keeping. 

He presents their ledger while they’re having lunch at Ava’s apartment on a Saturday — the three of them sitting cross-legged on the floor in the living room, because Ava maintains that sandwiches shouldn’t be eaten at a table, that such formality is an affront to the spirit of the sandwich. 

“What’s this?” Beatrice asks, when he hands her the notebook. 

“It’s all the different foods Ava and I have tried this year. And whether we think they’re yuck or not.” 

“Writing it down makes it science,” Ava says wisely. “Learned that from MythBusters. ” 

Diego’s dogeared the page of their most recent entry, and Beatrice opens the book there, reads their review of pineapple upside down cake.

“Is it perhaps slightly unfair to penalise the cake for tasting burned when that’s not an inherent quality of pineapple upside down cake?” she asks, dragging her finger across the line where Ava’s written their criticism. 

“It’s like the Olympics,” Ava replies. “Doesn’t matter how good you are, it’s all about what you bring to the arena on the day. We can only judge based on what’s in front of us.” 

“Also, we got distracted making giant soap bubbles,” Diego explains. “And we had the oven on too high.” 

Once they’ve tried something and it’s gone into the book, Diego doesn’t usually think about it too much anymore. There seem to be repeats of things he really loves and not of things he hates, but he doesn’t really, properly think about the fact that this means that Ava and Beatrice remember .

Or, at least, he doesn’t think about it until the day that they’re cooking together.

Ava’s ducked next door to help Camila with her fire alarm, which won’t stop going off, so it’s just Diego and Beatrice in the kitchen. 

He watches, with moderate to extreme dismay, as she pulls a capsicum out of the grocery bag she’s brought with her. She washes it thoroughly in the sink, just like the zucchini before it, and then slices it up. This time, though, rather than dumping all the slices into the bowl, she offers him one. 

“They’re your favourite, yes?” she says. 

Diego’s chest tightens suddenly, unexpectedly. He can count the number of people who’ve ever bothered to learn his favourite anything on one hand without even needing to use all his fingers. 

But Beatrice only thinks capsicums are his favourite because he and Ava are liars and he doesn’t even understand why they lied, but they did, and now Beatrice is being so kind to him, and her kindness is in capsicum form and it’s like God is punishing him for being deceitful. 

The piece of capsicum looks red and evil — but Beatrice is smiling at him, and he can’t let her down, so he accepts it, thanks her, and shoves it into his mouth. 

It’s wretched, spicy and cold. Still, he swallows. 

“Let me know if you want more, okay? Once it’s in this, you won’t really be able to taste it.”

Diego tries not to let the relief show on his face. 

#yes i started another thing but in my defence i wanted to write diego #new chapter of actual do a flip will be up soon! ish hopefully #avatrice #ava x beatrice #sunsafewriting #avatrice fic #avatrice fanfic

[reasoningdaily]

Welcome to Black People’s Recipes!

Here you will find an assortment of Black cultural recipes for dinner, dessert, appetizers, side dishes, drinks, vegan meals, and more. Our recipes highlight the staple dishes found within African American, African, and Caribbean communities. We pride ourselves in sharing our family-favorite recipes that are prepared the right way and true to historical traditions.

Brandi Crawford is a cookbook author and the owner of Stay Snatched and Simple Seafood Recipes. She specializes in quick and easy meals for dinner along with Southern and soul food cuisine. Brandi loves to share recipes that are easy to follow that never compromise on taste. She grew up cooking alongside her mom and granny throughout her entire childhood and early years.

Brandi and Stay Snatched have been featured in Women’s Health Magazine, Shape Magazine, Parade Magazine, Essence Magazine, Country Living Magazine, Southern Living Magazine, BuzzFeed, Delish, The Kansas City Star, Kansas City Spaces, Greatist, and more.

She is the author of The Super Easy Air Fryer Cookbook and has been featured on Good Morning America, where she shared tips on how to live a healthy lifestyle that is sustainable and tips on meal prepping.

Meet Jessica from Jessica in the Kitchen, a vegan food blog. Jessica is an award-winning photographer, videographer, and home chef! She has been cooking and blogging for the last 12 years and without a doubt, she LOVES cooking. She focuses on simple, approachable, and SEASONED vegan meals and will be sharing all of her favorites with you here.

Fun Fact: She is a born and raised Jamaican and also grew up in the British Virgin Islands (also in the Caribbean) and will be throwing her favorite cultural dishes into the mix, too. Her mixed Caribbean upbringing heavily influences her love of well seasoned, bright, and fresh dishes. On the baking side, she comes from a family of caterers and bakers. She can’t wait to share that side with you too, in her baked goods!

Tanya Harris is the founder and owner of My Forking Life, a food site where she focuses on sharing easy and flavorful recipes with a heavy focus on Caribbean and Southern cuisine. Tanya grew up in a Caribbean household and lived in various cities in the Southern United States.

Tanya’s obsession with cooking developed later in life when she wanted her growing family to experience all the delicious meals she ate growing up. Now Tanya shares this same experience with her loyal followers and fans. 

Fun Fact: Tanya is an avid cookbook collector and owns over 200 cookbooks! She likes to browse these books in her free time for inspiration on new recipes and ideas. 

Jocelyn Delk Adams is the founder, author, and national television personality behind the food website Grandbaby-Cakes.com which serves millions of readers per year.  On Grandbaby Cakes she gives her family’s, particularly her grandmother’s, cherished generational recipes her modern spin while preserving their original charm and spirit.

Jocelyn is a regular on the TODAY Show and Good Morning America, and has been featured as a judge on Food Network shows “Beat Bobby Flay” and “Santa’s Baking Blizzard” and Disney Channel and Disney Plus “Disney Magic Bake Off”, and in publications such as People Magazine, Food and Wine Magazine, Parents Magazine, New York Times, Washington Post, Better Homes and Gardens Magazine, O (The Oprah) Magazine, Essence Magazine, Huffington Post, Bon Appetit, Southern Living Magazine, and many others. 

Shannon Epstein aka Fit Slow Cooker Queen is a home cook & recipe developer living in Los Angeles. Shannon is a gadget cook who specializes in slow cooker, Instant Pot, and air fryer recipes. 

Fun fact: Shannon moved 9 times before she graduated high school. 

Davinah from Dr. Davinah’s Eats is a former educator turned full-time foodie & entrepreneur. She came to blogging by accident after remaking comfort food recipes to fit a low-carb way of eating on Instagram. Her seared scallops and cauliflower rice risotto, crispy fried air fryer chicken without flour, and keto bang bang shrimp went viral and the blog became her way to store and share her recipes. 

Her main website focuses on everyday low-carb comfort food and air fryer recipes for foodies. Black People’s Recipes allows her to go back to where her love for food started – making traditional recipes with her mom and other women in her family. 

Besides being a foodie, Davinah is a trained data scientist, real estate investor, new mom, and wife. She loves organizing her life in excel sheets and solving random math problems.

Fun fact: feeling adventurous, she climbed the Coba Pyramid (137 feet) in Mexico, but was too scared to come back down. So, she scooted one step at a time back to the ground!

#Welcome to Black People’s Recipes #Black Food #Black Cooking #Black People Cooking #Black People's Recipes

[rapturezoo]

i would absolutely LOVE to learn about the hottest girl in dunwall: elizabeth THEE inchmouth

anything from her history to any scandals she may have been involved in (or caused heh heh)🔥💕🔥💕🔥👀

Oh boy oh boy 💕 ty for sending this, I'll try to stay as spoiler free as I can because I'm planning to post a new fic I'm working on involving some of the events described here after getting carried away with a prompt I received some weeks ago. I apologize for taking so long with this, it had been sitting for days on my drafts and I've been too short on time lately to get any writing done ToT.... ANYWAYS,,,

Elizabeth is very mindful of her reputation and that of her families', sees herself as a sort of guardian of their combined legacy, something that has made her life more akin to that of a horse, racing forward with blinkers than the one a more liberal spirit might have indulged in. This does not mean that Liz has been without scandal, quite the contrary, she's had to deal with her fair share but usually stays away from instigating them. She'd rather go on the defense than in the offensive.

A few notable examples are:

One of the earliest events in her life to be widely discussed in society occured during a dinner party hosted by her father, General Charles Augustus Inchmouth, to honour recent retirees of Gristolean High Command who were to be awarded with Fellowship of the Imperial War Academy.

Most of the guests arrived with their spouses, with the exception of the host himself, known to be a long time widower. In place of his late wife, a fifteen-year-old Elizabeth acted as hostess. This was not an uncommon arrangement, for the young lady had previously served as her father's companion in numerous occassions, given the latter's efforts to groom her into being his successor from an early age.

Things were bound to turn sour that night, for by the time the second course was being served, a visibly drunk General Wesley Brisby took notice of the father-daugther duo and loudly remarked to the rest of the table that "Inchmouth was lucky to be a widower, for it freed his hands to chase after any pretty young thing".

The joke went unappreciated, as Lord Inchmouth took no time in standing up and grabbing Brisby by his collar to the astonishment and shock of those present. Despite a crippling injury sustained during the last days of the Insurrection, Elizabeth's father pulled his fellow officer off his chair and threw him harshly to the ground, where he continued to punch him until the other noblemen rushed to separate the two.

Brisby was promptly thrown out of the Manor by the servants as an apologetic and very humilliated Lady Brisby made a hasty excuse to the partygoers, rushing after her husband

This event not only tensed relationships in the tightly knit military community, but meant that relations, even cordial, with the Brisby clan were effectively severed up until the death of General Charles Augustus Inchmouth, after which Elizabeth as new head of the family decided to let by-gones be by-gones.

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Her disastrous marriage in 1812 to Lord Zachary Nicholas Perth, 3rd Baron and son of famed Admiral Herbert Richard Perth, was the talk of the town. She was the first of her circle of friends to get married and to the brother of one of her closest friends no less, though those closer to the group knew that the years-long mutual dislike Liz and Zack had for one another was bound to cause them trouble. Her sister-in-law Sylvia and mutual childhood friend Alexandra Carmine went as far as to bet on the marriage to fail after a few years.

The ceremony itself was nothing out of the ordinary for the high nobility and while the union of a Landgrave's daughter to a Baron did raise some eyebrows in society, these concerns had been mostly forgotten by the time the lavish festivities were over.

The first hint that things were not going as smoothly as the couple made it seem to be was the notable fact that the bride chose to keep her maiden name instead of changing it to her husband's.

Their honeymoon did not fair any better. Serkonos was the obvious choice, since the Inchmouths' wartime record in Morley made it a no-go; rumours soon reached Dunwall from nobles on holiday that the newly-weds were rarely, if ever seen in the company of the other, with some claiming that the groom would rather spend his nights with the chambermaids at their hotel than with his wife.

Zachary's blatant disregard for discretion led Elizabeth to cut the trip short and drag him back to the capital, where she hoped that the constant presence of on-lookers would disuade him from being unfaithful, at least publicly. The strategy failed spectacularly and her husband is well known in polite society for his life of debauchery alongside the likes of Morgan and Custis Pendleton.

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Widely discussed was the birth of her son, Ezra Jasper, in 1813 during a complicated procedure that left her infertile. Not long after the newborn's delivery, Royal Physician Cornelius Ridley (@newbordeaux's oc hehe) had to be called to the Inchmouth residence after Elizabeth developed post-partum depression, or as they would call it in the DH universe "a type of neurosis that impaired her natural maternal instincts".

This led to her being institutionalized for a few months in a Sanatorium in Whitecliff; while her father took over the responsabilities of Ezra's upbringing, moving into the manor and sequestering an entire wing as he settled in with the couple, to the great chagrin of both.

Zachary became a mockery at the Shooting Club when news of his father-in-law taking the reins of the family away from him spread through Dunwall's polite society, which only contributed to fueling his hatred for the Inchmouth patriarcg. Elizabeth on the other hand, doesn't speak often of her time under the doctors' care and has managed a "full recovery from her condition".

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Elizabeth enrolled in the College of Histories a few years after her marriage, around the 1820s.

While her family had been well-regarded benefactors of the institution for decades, the presence of a woman in a traditionally male dominated environment such as the hallowed lecture rooms of the College was not exactly welcomed by all.

Joining the niche of military historians was not an easy task and it took many scathing reviews by her peers on her essays and academic papers for her to finally be accepted into their ranks. Most of her colleagues saw her as a valuable source of information who held close relations to subjects of great interest, while a few appreciated her penmanship and enthusiasm to collect historical artifacts.

The animosity of her College peers led her to follow in the footsteps of her great grandmother, a renowned authoress herself, and establish a salon dedicated to the promotion of literature and the arts. As the years passed, it became a fashionable weekly gathering for the nobility, counting amongst its patrons Lydia Boyle, Alexandra Carmine, Genevieve Cottington, Sylvia Perth and other personages of note.

In 1827, she publishes her first book, an overview of Gristol's military campaigns throughout the years. It's reception is mixed as it caused quite a stir amongst academic circles due to her subtle, yet deliberate downplay of her own father's "feats" during the latest war. This is clearly noticed by those in the know, leading to mixed reviews as her Gristolean colleagues accuse her of intelectual dishonesty, while her Morleyan counterparts argue that it paints the occupying Imperial forces in a favourable light without taking into account the plight of the opressed.

Her father takes personal offense toward her writings, resulting in their relationship reaching its boiling point with an argument that quickly becomes physically violent. Things would never be the same between them as each party agrees to avoid one another for the sake of peaceful coexistence.

This would come to an end with General Inchmouth's death in 1828 from complications caused by a stroke suffered during his grandson's 15th birthday. The veteran spent several months paralyzed and bedridden, under the care of the ancient family doctor, with Royal Physician Anton Sokolov making visits from time to time, albeit more interested in the clan's collection of artifacts both historical and heretical than in the ailing patient himself. Surprisingly Elizabeth volunteers to administer her father's medicine during the long months he spent in his deathbed. Eventually, Lord Inchmouth expires, ostensibly from complications derived from his condition. Unbeknownst to the doctors, his daughter had been slowly poisoning him with small doses of Hemlock Essence, making any treatment ineffective and leading to his untimely demise. Elizabeth becomes head of the family, succeeding her father in Parliament and as director of Inchmouth Iron & Steelworks. A disillusioned Ezra enrolls in the Imperial Naval College, while Zack feels relieved to return to his old stomping grounds in the Golden Cat without his father-in-law threatening to beat him into a pulp. A large funeral takes place to honour the late General and it sees Elizabeth reuniting with her estranged best friend Leonella Davenport, daughter of her father's aide-de-camp, for the first time in 17 years.

The two had drifted apart after Liz made unreciprocated affectionate advances toward Leo, the latter then seemingly disappeared after leaving Dunwall. Her return might rekindle some old flames, though Miss Davenport hides ulterior motives.

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Not long after the funeral, Miss Leonella Davenport manages to succesfully lobby Elizabeth to replace Lord Bunting's services with her own as personal art dealer and appraiser. Her perfectly-timed return to Dunwall for Lord Inchmouth's funeral coincided with the bankruptcy of Davenport's Fine Arts in Karnaca, allowing Leonella to use her silver tongue in pursuit of a more definitive solution to her financial hurdles.

Lord Bunting did not remain impassive at the snub, sending a strongly worded letter to Lady Inchmouth warning her against ill-advise and tempting her with a lowered price for the foreclosed collection of the Moray estate, skipping the public auction. Losing Elizabeth as a client would severely hurt the art dealer's finances, leading him to even offer her lower appraisal rates in future.

However, Leonella was quicker and provided an ever juicier offering thanks to her black market connections: A set of rare gems that once belonged to the Tyvian crown jewels. Their provenance was dubious, to say the least, as newspapers soon ran the news that the yacht of an exiled Tyvian royal had been raided by pirates off the coast of Bastillian.

Bunting, feeling humilliated and frankly furious for his position being taken over by a commoner, retaliated by offering the Moray collection, including an early Sokolov, to the Boyle family and hosting a lavish unveiling gala, to which Elizabeth was deliberately excluded from, opening the doors to endless gossip and a fierce, yet cordial competition between Dunwall's great families as they raced to bulk up their private collections, engaging either the services of Lord Bunting or those of Leonella Davenport's newly established gallery in the Estate District.

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In 1829, publishing heiress and amateur genealogist Lady Genevieve Cottington finishes her work on a book about the history of Gristol's great families. It's an exhaustive study on each noble clan's ancestors, starting from their very roots and following a timeline of anecdotes, feats and stories of their members up to the current heads of the respective families.

While Lady Cottington took great pride in her work, the gentry at large was not keen on someone taking their dirty laundry and hanging it in the townsquare for everyone to see. Swift action was taken by many Lords and Ladies as they sued Cottington Publishing for libel, demanding the book to be taken out of circulation.

The scandal that ensued led to Genevieve being kicked out of Elizabeth's salon for the grievances caused to her fellow members, Liz included. Her departure left a vacant seat ripe to be taken as many upwardly mobile gentlemen and women who sought to cement their position in polite society fought over membership. Alas, at the suggestion of Miss Leonella Davenport, the vacancy was filled by Lord Treavor Pendleton, whose love for poetry made a delightful addition to the weekly gatherings at Inchmouth Manor.

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Ever since her early days in Parliament, Elizabeth Inchmouth has been part of a faction of the Conservative Party under Lord Sigfrid Estermont, former party leader and Liz's mentor. However, years have not been kind to old Lord Estermont and his influence has been eroded by younger political forces within the Party, such as the Pendleton twins, and the continuous rise of the opposition during Empress Jessamine Kaldwin's reign.

The machinations and intrigues inside the legislature often mean getting your hands dirty in exchange for valuable information. Resorting to Royal Spymaster Hiram Burrows for such favours means one day he will come back to ask for one in return.

Seeing no harm in this and hoping to reinforce her faction, Elizabeth exposes a fellow Parliamentarian's affair with an attaché of the Tyvian Trade Commission and calls on the Speaker of the House, Lord Mersey, to investigate further into the matter under the pretenses of the MP engaging in "efforts to undermine the Gristolean government in favour of a foreign power".

The idea of summoning Lord Chief Justice Rhodesbrook and the Abbey liason for sanctions against the strictures is floated by her peers but is quickly shelved between the squabble that ensues.

In the end, she is succesful in getting the Parliamentarian from the Pendleton faction suspended but the whole debate damages her credibility, making her look unreliable and a tattletale to her peers in the Party.

Up to that point no one had exposed an affair publicly to further their political goals, it was sort of an unspoken rule of etiquette not bring up such gossip to the Chamber, which often left these games of tug of war between political enemies to be played under the table. Elizabeth overstepping this boundary would come back to haunt her later.

#elizabeth inchmouth #dishonored oc #my writing #my ocs #roberthouses #replies #i hate tumblr's formatting system this looks so messy im so sorry #also sorry for making it this long

[eldritch-elrics]

memes of 2022

[memes of 2021]

every year i am a little bit later with this. anyway, here’s my casual list of tumblr/twitter memes i saw in 2022 in my sphere of the internet, roughly in chronological order. i’ve almost certainly missed some (or described some of the ones that are here incorrectly/incoherently), but hopefully it’s fun to read anyway!

horse plinko

john lennon’s asscrack

blorbo from shows

the fall of urfaveisunfuckable

wordle scores

guy with big eyes

(megamind) no bitches?

i am in misery / i save dick by giving it cpr / reese's puffs

it’s me boy i’m the ps5

live slug reaction

my brother in christ

car battery dropping on jade from victorious

maidenless

homophobic dog

get drinked

tumblr blaze

tumblr crabs

ball shaving ads

debating the use of kung pow penis

elon musk buying twitter / twitter refugees on tumblr

misha collins coming out as straight

what would you do if i were a bug

video games characters at the mall

dracula daily

“hey i’m justin bieber” “and…?”

morbius

overwatch diversity chart

swedes not inviting friends to dinner

that’s why this pride month i’m partnering with x

x closed forever because a y threw up

mousegirl (nonsexual)

the lgbtq+ community has forgiven x

tumblr pikachu man

sometimes i wonder what i taste like

the final fantasy rp billboard

boris johnson resigning & ongoing uk fiasco (+ lettuce)

little guy dancing

oh look, the last ripe peach!

gougar

girl yelling in boy’s ear

circling a word in red and pointing to an image of something that sounds similar

reddit guy who fucks to cbat

modding your 3ds is easy

honestly [character] has been through so much more

gandalf big naturals

reigen winning twitter polls and then finally getting beaten by sans in tumblr sexyman contest

the queen of england dying immediately afterward (plus tons of other wild stuff)

the yaoi poll

holy fucking fuck that body of yours is absurd

drawing anime eyes with amongus guys

jesse pinkman's shirt when he goes through the most traumatic experience of his life

some fandom thing turning up in a random us city/state

tree guy

investing in posts

me listening to my completely unorganized playlist

hey don’t cry. x ok?

spirit halloween costumes

goncharov

i just got laid off from twitter, i was the person responsible for the feature where x

general twitter crashing and burning

koopas dancing

you don’t like trumpet? bwaa?

in an interview, wednesday star jenna ortega revealed…

bill clinton game awards kid (unfortunately)

hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby

cylinder dick guy

greta thunberg vs andrew tate

different types of cube designs

#memes 2022 #memes #2022 #my post #i think the only one here im forgetting is 'guy with big eyes' ... what does that mean

[bilbobuttkins]

New TS4 Legacy Challenge

Unlike my base game legacy (found here), this legacy challenge goes through a whole bunch of packs. It is obviously pizza themed, and I had a lot of fun putting it together.

This challenge really requires you to start off as a teen, because your first step is getting accepted into one of the prestigious degree programs. You can cheat the skills needed to obtain this if you must, but it's more fun starting as a teen anyway. It's also meant to be played in order, as the generations are heavily influenced by the generation preceding it.

If you'd like a pdf version of this for tracking rules/requirements, you can find it here. Otherwise, check out the details below!

Generation 1: Margherita - The Traveler

You’ve always wanted to explore the world and learn everything you can about, well, everything. You attend university and get all the awards, and then spend your life traveling to exotic locales and soaking up as much as you can. Some say your wandering spirit is exhausting, but you wouldn’t live your life any other way.

Tasks:

Get accepted into a prestigious degree program

Graduate with honors

Unlock all hidden locations in Selvadorada

Go to Batuu

Go hiking in Mt. Komorebi & take pictures at the shrine

Max Selvadoradian Culture skill

Learn all the recipes from the San Myshuno food stalls

World: San Myshuno – start off in a cheap apartment, but you can upgrade when you make more money. Bonus points if you decorate with collectibles from your travels!

Career: Freelancer (your choice of specialty)

Aspiration: City Native & Archaeology Scholar

Children: 1 biological (parent is from Selvadorada – up to you if you marry them or not), and 1 adopted

Traits: Adventurous, Foodie, Genius

Skills: Archaeology, Photography, Selvadoradian Culture, Research & Debate

Generation 2: Pepperoni - Total Traditionalist

You lived your life bouncing around from place to place, and you’re ready for some stability. You’re grateful for the experiences you’ve had, but hate that you never really had lifelong friends or a hometown. Once you have kids, you’re constantly bickering with your parents about the best way to raise them – they believe that you need to show them the world, and you think the value of a steady lifestyle is just as important. You’re not really a fan of spontaneity, but sometimes old habits just die hard.

Tasks:

Have 3 children (doesn’t matter if biological or adopted)

Have a routine and stick to it (example: you always meet with your bowling club on Thursdays, go to the gym every Tuesday, and have dinner as a family at 6 pm every night)

Have a family tradition (tip – use the Seasons calendar for this)

Have an affair in adulthood

Have a low relationship with your parent(s) after the birth of your first child

Reach at least level 8 in parenting

Optional: go to university

World: Willow Creek, Oasis Springs, or Newcrest

Career: Business or Salaryperson

Aspiration: Big Happy Family

Children: 3

Traits: Gloomy, Neat, Snob

Skills: Parenting, Bowling, Piano

Generation 3: Hawaiian - Funky & a little fresh

Growing up, you were always closest to your grandparent. Your parents weren’t really interested in travel and exploration, but you’ve always been fascinated by your grandparent’s stories. In fact, you think those stories really need to be told, and you want to be the one to do it. Hearing them talk about their life inspires you to have a little adventure of your own.

Tasks:

Get to know all the locals & marry a townie.

Write books to supplement your income. Once you unlock the autobiography, write one about your grandparent.

Visit your grandparent at least once a week (or have them visit you).

Clean up Sulani and see the turtles hatch at least once

Attend all the Sulani festivals you can

Snorkel & befriend a dolphin

Lead at least one yoga class on the beach

World: Sulani

Career: Conservationist (as much as you love writing, you think having it as a job would kill your passion. That being said, you wouldn’t mind if one of your books got super famous and let you retire…).

Aspiration: Bestselling Author

Children: at least one child

Traits: Child of the Islands, Creative, Outgoing

Skills: Writing, Fishing, Wellness

Generation 4: Veggie Lover's - Going Green

You loved growing up in Sulani and always felt so connected to nature. You prefer plants to people most days, and love spending time in your extensive garden. You’ve always wanted to experience actual seasons, however, so you bid a bittersweet farewell to your hometown and move to a small cottage by the sea.

Tasks:

Have a large garden

Marry a townie

Go all out for the major holidays (Harvestfest, Spooky Day, Winterfest)

Take at least 2 vacations in Granite Falls

Grow a cowplant or a death flower

Optional: build a community garden in your world and name it after yourself or your family

World: Brindleton Bay – must be by the water

Career: Floral Arrangement

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist

Children: at least 2 children

Traits: Loves the Outdoors, Bookworm, Socially Awkward

Skills: Gardening, Baking

Generation 5: Meat Lover's - All about the Protein

You’ve always been a very active sim, mostly because playing outside and running around was such a large part of your youth. You love your hometown, but when an opportunity arises to play professionally somewhere else, you can’t pass it up. You have fun and enjoy being such a big success, but as you get older you start missing home more and more. You decide to say goodbye to the high life and move back home to open a gym.

Tasks:

Have a best friend in childhood and throughout teen years. Drift apart when you move.

Reach at least fame level 3

Build a gym in your hometown when you move back

Have at least 1 dog

Have at least 1 child out of wedlock

Marry as YA, but must divorce. Get married to the love of your life when you move back home in adulthood (childhood friend) and have another child.

World: Move to Del Sol Valley as YA and live there until adulthood. Then move back to Brindleton Bay.

Career: Professional Athlete

Aspiration: Bodybuilder

Children: At least 2 children

Traits: Active, Bro, Dog Lover

Skills: Fitness, Mixology, Pet Training

Generation 6: Supreme - Jack of all Trades, Master of None

Inspired by stories of your ancestors, you decide you want to experience all life has to offer. But instead of feeling like an inspirational globe-trotter, you feel more like a lost soul. Nothing you try really ever agrees with you, and you’ve never been fully able to decide what you want to do with your life. Settling down terrifies you, because you always feel like you’ll miss out on the next best thing. You finally find your niche in adulthood, but the road was definitely not easy.

Tasks:

Try out 3 wildly different styles in high school (example: nerdy phase, preppy phase, skater phase)

Have an after-school job in high school

Travel to Selvadorada but don’t buy any preparation gear (you’re always woefully unprepared). End up cutting the vacation short and going back home.

Have 2 failed serious relationships before marriage

Don’t marry until adulthood

Have enough satisfaction points to buy the re-traiting potion in adulthood

World: You start off in 1 of the 3 worlds that you didn’t pick for Generation 2, but end up moving to StrangerVille after hearing some interesting stories.

Career: you can pick the first 2, but you end up in the military career.

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim, then StrangerVille Mystery

Children: at least 1 child

Traits: Noncommittal, Squeamish, Lazy. Take re-traiting potion in adulthood and remove noncommittal and lazy. You can replace them with whatever you want. Leave squeamish (you’ve finally accepted that a life of jungle-trekking is not for you).

Skills: Fitness, Logic

Generation 7: Buffalo Chicken - A Slightly Spicy Life

Watching your parent take so long to figure out their life made you certain that you would never make the same mistakes. You’ve always known what you wanted, and will do whatever it takes to get there. Life has a funny way of throwing surprises at you, though, and sometimes it ends up being for the best.

Tasks:

Be involved in an after-school activity or club related to your future career

Go to university in a degree related to the field that you want to work in

While in university, either you or your SO gets pregnant

Drop out of university when you realize you can’t manage parenthood on top of your full schedule

Work part-time until your baby becomes a child, then go back to school

Graduate with honors and join the career you’ve always wanted

After a few promotions, you realize that you hate it and miss being a parent and a spouse. Quit your job and spend the rest of your time making money by skill (you can choose, but it must be a money-making skill, not an actual job)

When your kid becomes a teen, surprise them with a vacation to Mt. Komorebi

Stay with the parent of your child(ren) for your whole life (they’re your soulmate, even if they did completely derail your career plans)

World: Choose from – 1 of the 3 you didn’t choose in Gen. 2 or 5, Britechester, Copperdale, Tartosa, Henford-on-Bagley, Windenburg

Career: Your choice, but must strive for this starting at childhood (i.e. actor takes drama classes, scientist takes STEM or chess)

Aspiration: Academic (DO NOT FINISH, put on hold when you drop out) > Soulmate > Academic

Children: At least 1 child

Traits: Ambitious, Overachiever, Family-Oriented

Skills: Charisma, Research & Debate

Generation 8: BBQ Chicken Bacon - A Little Experimental

You’ve always appreciated how your parents sacrificed so much to give you a good upbringing, even putting their own dreams on hold so that you could have a happy childhood. They’ve given you freedom to explore your own dreams, and once you find some success you want to pay them back somehow. A trip to Mt. Komorebi on your teen birthday made you fall in love with the town and the food scene, and you decide to move there as a young adult.

Tasks:

Gain at least 1 level of fame

Spend at least $20,000 of your own money to renovate your parents house or move them to a nicer house (you can use money cheats to decrease your funds)

Get to at least level 8 of skiing, snowboarding, or rock-climbing

Finish an expedition to the top of the mountain

Woohoo in the cave on the mountain

Optional: open a restaurant

World: Mt. Komorebi

Career: Chef

Aspiration: Mt. Komorebi Sightseer

Children: At least 2 children

Traits: Good, Art Lover (if your parent was a painter, have some of their works hanging in your house. Otherwise, have some of your own), Self-Assured

Skills: Skiing, Snowboarding or Rock-climbing; Cooking; Painting (if your parent was not a painter)

Generation 9: Cheese - No Room for Mistakes

Growing up with a semi-famous parent taught you the value of networking and people skills. In the real world, it’s not what you know, but who you know, and you mean to take every advantage of the connections you already have. Using those connections as leverage, you want to become an influential politician and devote your life to bettering your community. You’re not very humble, and you can be tad materialistic, but your real friends know that you have everyone’s best interests at heart… deep down, at least.

Tasks:

Live in a suburban house with a white picket fence

Steal from your own campaign fund at least once

Graduate from university

Have a party at least once a week

Have a dog (bonus points if it’s a golden retriever)

Your spouse has an affair and you find out. Stay with them to avoid the scandal.

Do not have a close relationship with your children.

World: Any world not used in Gen. 6

Career: Politician

Aspiration: Party Animal

Children: 2 biological children (any more must be adopted. Obviously you’ll broadcast the adoption for good PR)

Traits: Materialistic, Self-Absorbed, Insider

Generation 10: Calzone - Different, but still Great

The black sheep. You’ve always been expected to be great, and do great things, but that’s never really interested you. Your parents’ constant need to keep up with the Jones’es was exhausting, and you hate the façade. You get into some trouble as a kid, but ultimately turn it around and mend fences.

Tasks:

Have a major goth or emo phase in high school

Reach at least level 7 in handiness & mischief

In adulthood, successfully make your neighborhood green

Cheat on your high school SO and your young adult SO. Either you or your SO gets pregnant as a young adult, but you abandon the child.

Make amends with your child in adulthood (your ex isn’t so forgiving, but maybe in elder-hood you can be friends)

If you marry, marry in adulthood. It cannot be one of your exes.

Have a negative relationship with your parents as a teen and throughout your YA years. Up to you if you want to mend the relationship in adulthood.

Turn at least one of your enemies into your best friend in adulthood.

World: Evergreen Harbor

Career: Criminal as YA, then Civil Design in adulthood

Children: at least 1 child

Traits: Mean, Vegetarian, Maker

Skills: Handiness, Mischief, Charisma

#sims4 #sims 4 legacy #legacy challenge

[moonjxsung]

hihi omg i just had the most fun night ever last night with my friends 😭

we competed at this speech and debate tournament and basically it lasts all day long from like 7 am to 9 pm and it goes for two days and yesterday we went around doing the rounds and we ended up winning a lot of shit but like the 12 or so of us ended up driving to mcdonalds at like 8 pm to eat right before awards started 😭😭 and after like 40 minutes like 10 ppl called us screaming that awards are starting so we all js ran out and ended up speeding at like an 80 in a freaking neighborhood and one thing led to another and we were having like a car race getting there and cursing out each other while driving and luckily there were no cops nearby.. 🥺

ended up arriving in like a record 1 min 30 sec when it shoudlve taken around 7 minutes or more..

just wanted to share this wild memory cs it was so much freaking fun!

how was your day? did you have any fun memories made recently?

also this kind of got me thinking on racer ot8 💖 thoughts? 🤭

much love, ☘

Stop this message made me CRY 🥹😭😭 I love when you guys share little bits of your life with me!! It’s so comforting to hear about your lives and put together little pieces of all my dear anons ahhh I love you so much thank you for sharing all this with me 🫶 PLS I’m glad you guys are safe that sounds so hectic SKSKFJKD but tbh for food I would’ve done the same thing 😤 ALSO what is your McDonald’s order?? I genuinely have to know this information it’s so crucial to the plot. I’m so glad you guys had fun at your speech & debate tournament AND that you guys won so much stuff! That sounds so hard omg I could never do speech and debate you little SMARTIEEEE 🤓🫶🩷 it’s always those crazy little moments with friends that you remember for life ahhh I’m glad you got to make so many fun memories together 🥹 my day was good! Yesterday I went Christmas shopping with my sister and we literally got no shopping done for anyone except ourselves bc a new kpop store opened in the mall and we spent so much time & money there 😭 I got so many pcs, the Christmas Evel album a Blitzers album AND the Minho’s noeasy jewel case 👼 we had dinner at my parents’ place and watched Spirited Away and it was so comforting! Today I went out to get the new Ateez album OOOPS and we’re gonna put up our Christmas tree! I only moved out of my parents’ place after graduating college a year ago so these little things are so fun and comforting to me, I’m so excited to make more memories in our little apartment 🥹🎄 thank you for asking bestie I love you endlessly and I hope you continue to make fun memories and stay safe!!! Sending you all the love in the world and please let me know how all your future speech & debate events go hehehe I love hearing about them 🩷🫶🫶

#☘️ anon #ask #THIS MESSAGE IS SO SWEET #ilysm

[coriline]

The (sad) life of Francis Henderson Junior

(When I thought John Laurens' life was sad enough this appeared)

The information that will appear was taken from here.

Better known like John Laurens' grandson, only surviving child of Frances Laurens and Francis Henderson, this newspaper talked some little details about his life.

They (Frances Laurens and Francis Henderson) lived together about a year, which time young Frank (Francis Jr) was born. (I suppose he was born in London and it was understood in Abbeville as I several times hear him say his vote was challenged at Cedar Springs in '30 or '32 for evidence that he was "civilized")

Francis Henderson and Frances Laurens married in the year 1795, Francis Jr was the only surviving child of the marriage, Francis Jr was certainly born in London and baptised there, about his year of born I don't know where's the source but most of mentions of him around internet said he was born during 1800 (as the article suggest).

Here, starts the most personal part of his life, one that, for lack of sources to refute or support this, I'm going to just copy it here.

The husband and wife spent the second year or a part of it, in Paris, and quarrelled and filed bills and cross bills for divorce, with evidences that looked ugly for both. I do not know whether the battle was in England, France or South Carolina; no disse lution of the marriage tie was granted, but the child was awarded to the father, and also the trusteeship of the estate , the wife being allowed an annuity of $1800, and the balance of income divided between father and son.

My understanding is, that the father placed his son in Scotland with his relatives and came himself to the United States to manage the estate, making his residence at Newport, R. I., where he again married and raised a family, spending the winter in Charleston and Abbeville, leasing and renting the property. The wife remained in England and was living at an advanced age 26 or 28 years ago. Frank, junior, (Francis Jr) was graduated at Edinburg College and afterwards went through and graduated also at one of the first German colleges, and traveled a year or two. He then came to Charleston and read law with Jas. L. Pettigrew, or another, and was ad mitted after a most brilliant examination and the highest hopes entertained of him. (This I learned from the lips of one who studied and was admitted with him.) But just at that seemingly propitious period, he learned of the existence of his mother, whom he supposed had died at his birth, and with the message there came too much for him; his proud heart broke, and though caring not for the bowl he sought refuge in it from thence un til the grave closed over him.

When I first saw him in 1834 he appeared to be between 30 and 35 years of age, and had reached his quart per day; in 1840 he could "run" it, and to the end there was no difficulty in disposing of it. He made Abbeville his home and never left it but three times that I re member - twice he spent the summers at Flat Rock, N. C., and about 1836 he went to Washington. His father was trying to get reimbursed for a large sum expended by the elder Laurens in aid of the first " rebellion , " and supposed his presence would aid it. During his stay he was the guest of President Jackson at the White House. Frank, jr. (Francis Jr), boarded with the McLaren family, (as also his father during his stay,) and was as regular in his habits as David Lewis Wardlaw, but they were unfortunately, not so well ordered. He arose 90'clock A. M., took a cup of strong coffee, a hot roll and butter, boiled Mackerel, ham and eggs or steak, (he cared not for chicken.) Then he would sit or walk until 11 o'clock A. M., and then took his seat near a table, and after having filled a glass half with spirits and half with water (never used sugar) he would, read and sip an hour and repeat, which carried him to dinner time, when hef fr would go in on nearly a bee - line and cl make a hearty meal; then at 4 o'clock P. M. he would read and repeat the morning potations until supper, eating again; then after giving supper one hour, he would read and run down a pint by bed time , which would C leave hiin in a condition requiring aan little aid ( always at hand among the fe well - paid servants , ) in getting rid of te his boots, & c. This statement explains him from 1834 to about 1842. for Afterwards he weakened rapidly and ar required aid at the end of day sittings, te and on the "quarter stretch" he had to read and drink mostly in bed went under in 1847. He went under in 1874.

How a man could drink so much, so persistently, and so long, is a puzzle. My explanation is this: he in the first place inher ited a perfect physical development, strengthened by the school and college discipline in Europe, and he was free from all irregularities or habits taxing the system until perhaps 27 years of age with the basis of a good constitution established; again he always ate his meals and slept; and drank only the purest spirits, and never before breakfast on an empty stomach. He usually purchased by the bottle or demijohn, and whoever had the best "Otard" or "Dupuy" found a good customer. He drank mostly in his room, but sometimes with Robert Cochran whom he liked, and his seat was at a table in the back room. He ap courteous and enquiry, but I remember was polite and proachable for a proper accessible only to a few to have heard at the time of his being accosted on his way into Cochrau's by an impertinent fellow who mistook him, from his neat dress and having seen him standing in a tailor shop, for a "jour," and addressed him as such, which cost him a horizontal position and a bleeding head from a lance wood cane. He always dressed in fine taste, of the finest material, and had no use for cotton. He would in his better days have passed for hand some , but for his projecting eye-balls, the most so I ever witnessed. withstanding his habits he kept up with the current literature of the day, and was as nearly an Encyclopedia on walking library as ever came withing my reach. He was familiar with all the great authors and their writings, except Pollock, whose "Course of Time" he had never read through, nor found any other who had. He had visited all the great cities and points in Europe, and had seen, or was familiar with, all the potentates, politics and leaders of the day in Europe. He knew but little on this side of the water, and cared less. His American politics were a friend to Jackson.

He took a fancy to me early as a boy, and I to him as a man, and his room was open to me at any hour. I availed myself of him often, and am in debted to him for many facts and ex planations I might not have known without him. He was one of the finest readers I ever listened to. On one occasion I found him reading Richard III and he repeated some passages which may be excelled, but how I cannot imagine. At other times he read selected Psalms in a manner that seemed to give a meaning far more reaching than my own to me. He was a man of fine moral and religious sentiment, without the practice, as understood by rule or prescription. No one had a higher respect for the clergy and those who followed in sin cerity their teachings. He seemed to be a fated man under a cloud and carried onward by a power and circum stances beyond his control. And may it not be true that,

Who made the heart' tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord - its various tone, Each spring its various bins: Then at its balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it; What's done we partly many compute, But know not what's resisted.

The last parragraph is from a poem written by Robert Burns, called "Address To The Unco Guid, Or The Rigidly Righteous", the Unco Guid is a Scottish term used for those who profess a strict morality, and the poem is in fact, a satirical critict to the hypocresy of the religious and social moral. Such a sour detail from the article author's part.

#I hope that y'all read this #historical John Laurens #John Laurens #Frances Laurens #Francis Henderson Jr #Laurens family #except that Francis didn't know his mother was alive #honestly i don't know which part is worse