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crepesuzette2023 · 8 months

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from The Beatles Book Monthly, No 23, June 1965.

JOHN: This month, Beatle People, I would like to give you an unbiased lecture about a truly sensational new book to be published, price ten and sixpence, on 24th June by Jonathan Cape, who are very good publishers as everybody knows.

PAUL: Hey! Wait a minute. He said an informal conversation not a flippin' commercial. We're both supposed to discuss things. Like the film frinstance.

JOHN: You discuss the film, frinstance, and I'll discuss this book. It's called "A Spaniard In The Works", folks, and it would be cheap at half the price.

PAUL: Don't you mean twice the price?

JOHN: You see, Beatle People, my learned colleague agrees that it's worth twice the price. Printed throughout in two glorious colours. Brown and green. Printed on real paper too, Beatle People. You can't lose, can you?

PAUL: Don't forget what John says. 24th June. Jonathan Cape. Ten and six-pence. "A Spaniel In The Circs.”

JOHN: "A Spaniard In The Works." Good grief, you'll have a Rolling Stone rushing out a book called "A Spaniel In The Circs" and all my good work will be undone. I say again, sir, undone with a capital UN.

PAUL: As I was about to say before I was Beatled, we've finished filming "Help!". Actually the last scenes were done at Twickenham a couple of weeks back but we've been called into the studios several times since for overdubbing. That means, well, you know when you see an outdoor scene in a film and the actors are miles away from the camera. Well, they can't use microphones or you'd notice them growing out of bushes or sticking round the corner of buildings. So if there is any dialogue in scenes like this they have to put it on the soundtrack afterwards. That's called overdubbing.

JOHN: There is no overdubbing in “A Spaniard In The Works" folks. No cheating and miming like that. A Spaniard If The Works" is live, LIVE, L-I-V-E. All Live. The book was written indoors using only close-range microphones, typewriters, ciggie-packets and green and brown ballpoint pens for the drawings. Remember, folks, only "A Spaniard In The Works" comes to you completely free from skin-irritating overdub.

PAUL: In Nassau we had to keep out of the sun because the scenes we did out there come at the very end of “Help!" and it would look funny if we were all brown and tanned in the snow sequence which you see earlier on and then pale and unhealthy in the Bahamas bit. All sorts of odd people that you'll know play parts in "Help!". Roy Kinnear, Frankie Howerd. The Queen Mother was nearly in one scene—but that was unintentional. She was driving by the film location in Nassau on her way to the airport after touring Jamaica.

JOHN: Pity she didn't stop and join us.

PAUL: We had a fabulous time down on Salisbury Plain a couple of weeks back. We did four days of location filming there with tanks and troops which were on loan from the Army. Bit chilly after Nassau with lots of rain showers and a cold wind but, without giving away any production secrets, I think the Salisbury scene is one of the funniest of the lot!

JOHN: Fun, fun, fun, with them chasing us, and us chasing them, and me chasing you and where's the tea Mal.

PAUL: One of the greatest free evenings we had during the making of the film was at Obertauern in the Austrian Alps. There isn't a great deal of night life but we made some of our own. It was the assistant director's birthday and we were at the Marietta Hotel. Dick Lester found an old piano in the hotel and we all had this gear sing-along session.

JOHN: It's a new craze. Yes, folks, it's all the rage. Have your own read-along session at home! A complete do-it-yourself read-along kit comes free inside every brown and green copy of "A Spaniard In The Works" PAUL: There's not much more I can say about the film without giving away very hush-hush secrets about the story. There's going to be a Royal Premiere in London on 29th July. At the Pavilion in Piccadilly Circus where "A Hard Day's Night" opened last summer. Then the film will start going the rounds in August and there's a New York premiere a week later. We do a European tour in June but we'll be back home long before the premiere. All I can say is I hope everyone enjoys the film. In a lot of ways we're all sorry the production is finished 'cos we had a great time making it.

JOHN: Is that all you've got to say?

PAUL: Yes, I think so.

JOHN: Well, if you've quite finished, perhaps you don't mind me having a quick word with Beatle People about this book.

PAUL: Which book is that, John? it says on this ciggie paper you've just handed me.

JOHN: I don't like talking about it really. People will think l'm plugging.

PAUL: Ah, go on, John, nobody'll think that.

JOHN: No, I can't. I'm bashful.

PAUL: Please…

JOHN: All right. Read all about "The National Health Cow" and "Cassandle" (on different pages). Read all about “Silly Norman" and "Benjamin Distasteful" (both in glowing green and beatle brown). These and fourteen other unbelievable fables before your very mouth in "A Spaniard In The Works”

PAUL: Aren't there drawings too, John? you asked me to say when you stopped the tape recorder just now.

JOHN: Yes, yes. Well, sort of. One of them (in brown and green which are very artistic colours and especially cheap to print, you see) is a full-page drawing of a fat budgie. Beatle People will be interested to know that I ate nothing but SWILL, the new deodorant bird seed, for six weeks in order to get into the right mood to draw this particular picture.

PAUL: What happened?

JOHN: I fell asleep on my perch but the picture came out O.K. I drew it in two minutes flat. Flat on my face at the foot of he perch.

PAUL: And what is the title of this new book of yours, John?

JOHN: Oh, I'm so sorry. Didn't I mention it?…

#Beatles Book Monthly #The Beatles #I cannot deal with Paul explaining what overdubbing is #but John can...Oh yes he can #Happy times #1965 #john lennon #paul mccartney #interviews

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mobius-m-mobius · 9 months

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#Sir Derek Jacobi is just gonna keep getting away with it huh 😔 (insp)

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dykefaggotry · 8 days

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it's literally constantly like. they would write the most blatantly romantic, longing, sexual, just Non Platonic lines and songs about each other and every reviewer or person that talks about it is like. haha what good friends wow this one really shows the depth of the lennon-mccartney friendship- girl are straight people dumb?

#LIKE I CANT.... :|#still never over the review of oh darling that was like #well yes obviously it's about John...... because it never says love & darling is platonic so it's #him platonically pleading with him #I'm like. none of you have a mind that can think I fear #it's the casual homophobia in assuming everyone is straight unless they wear a sign that says I SUCK DICK stapled to their forehead #and even then with John they kept saying haha he's so silly he just says things! infuriating

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soapskneebrace · 1 year

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Alright, I’ve watched the full playthrough several times now and I’m almost positive: Soap is biracial.

Listen. Look.

This is him in diffused but still relatively direct lighting (and color corrected for brightness by the gif maker if I’m not mistaken).

Compare to Alejandro in the same scene.

Whereas, Price…

Slightly different lighting situation, more direct and warmer, but still—he is clearly paler and redder than Soap.

Take a gander next at Neil Ellice, who did full performance capture and provided facial reference for Soap’s model.

I have seen no whiter man in my life.

Further support for my theory: Soap picks up Spanish AWFULLY fast for a Scot. I’ve lived around Spanish my whole life, and I can kind of get the gist very generally when someone speaks it, but I can’t speak it myself yet. But Soap? Boy’s responding to Rudy in Spanish no more than four days after landing in Las Almas. That’s not even mentioning how well and how quickly he warms up to Alejandro or Rudy, or how curious he clearly is about their background growing up in Las Almas.

There’s something to be said, of course, for Soap’s intelligence—one assumes John Price doesn’t recruit total meatheads. It could simply be that Soap has a talent for languages amongst his many other skills. But I’m not convinced he’s merely a very tan white man with a knack for Spanish, and also? I just prefer a mw2 in which Soap is visiting Mexico as the diasporic child of an emigrated, mixed family. It’s more interesting, and what’s more it’s so rare to see any Latino man in media be the kind, compassionate hero you’re meant to root for.

#mw2 soap #cod soap #mw2 john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #in my heart he has a little abuela in Glasgow who makes conchas whenever he comes around #also if you wanna get at me about old mw canon: I Don’t Care #it does open the can of worms though regarding a white man playing a brown character but that’s more for if mixed Soap WAS intentional #do I believe the game developers intended this reading? absolutely not #am I gonna go forward with it anyway? oh yes indeed #og post #meta

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winepresswrath · 1 year

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I am haunted by Alecto the Ninth's potential to give me the awkward family dinner of all time. I can see it already out of the corner of my eye. With every glimpse my yearning intensifies, matched only by my fear that it would be too powerful and overwhelm the narrative and thus won't happen.

#if not for awkward family dinner then WHY is John rping family time with Gideon and Ianthe!!!#why the psychosexual dysfunction gang reminding us all that there are no takebacks on love?#why John wishing he was harrow's father and g1deon and Pyrrha feeling some kind of way about Gideon?#why is pash Gideon's cousin?#why is alecto john's ex-wife and harrow's first crush?#and pyrrha's lil bits all at once?#why Magnus making anniversary dinner and harrow's bone soup and Nona's book of family meals?#it has to be for the most excruciating food based family gathering of all time.#yes fine also for character development and some important thematic stuff #and an exploration of what it means to have a family and a place in a community & the contrast between how Gideon has always longed so #intensely for acceptance and a place in the universe where she can feel like her contributions are valuable and valued vs.#Harrow identifying so strongly with the ninth and her duty to it & the way she is its future because it's future was stolen to create her #and how what the ninth offers and demands is so monstrous and they can't escape it #they have to find a way to live with it- live with each other- if they're going to live at all #and how that's reflected in all the families we see #and we see this at its best with Magnus and Abigail and imo Pyrrha loving as best she can #but ianthe and coronabeth #palamedes and cam #oh man the eighth do we see it with the eighth #who are we to one another what do I ask of you what can I give you #see how I exist in the context of you; change that context and I become something new #and John and Alecto! he changes her so much. takes her out of her original place and purpose #makes her into something new. and he does it to himself #by doing it to her. and she changed him first. but still! it's terribly one sided #BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY FOR THE AWKWARD FAMILY DINNER OF ALL TIME

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carewyncromwell · 9 months

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"I don't really need this in my life... Why don't we forget about it? (Go and take your soul...) (Go and take your soul...)

Thing is -- (Thing is -- ) Time was -- (Time was --) Part of me used to love you: Part of me still does... This light here -- Some become strangers..."

~"Some Become Strangers" by Stevie Nicks

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Carewyn's dress inspiration // the other main song I listened to while drawing this

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So I thoroughly blame @dat-silvers-girl for this...but while talking with her about my recent Evan Bach post, I mentioned that since Evan and the remainder of his family is in Westminster, just south of London, and Carewyn ends up settling in London to work for the Ministry of Magic, there would be a very good chance that the two could cross paths, even unknowingly.

When Evan was taking the Tube to work one day as usual, though, he did cross paths with Carewyn -- and on his end, at least, it was very knowingly. What first caught his attention was the teenage boy in his train car talking to someone on his other side.

"Ms. Cromwell? You okay?"

It was the name "Cromwell" that caught Evan's attention. He'd heard it more than once before, of course -- it was a relatively common surname -- but it still made him start every time, since it was Lane's maiden name. And according to that frankly kind of meddlesome witch Donna, Evan knew that his children had gone back to using that surname too, rather than his. When he looked up this time, though, he was confronted with the sight of the teenage boy standing on the train talking to a well-dressed young woman with ginger-red hair, sitting down a short ways away and holding her forehead in her hand.

"Mm...yes," she said lowly, after a moment. She forced a small ruby red smile as she looked up at him. "I just haven't...been in such tight proximity with so many people, in a while. It's...louder, than I remember it."

Evan blanched when he took note of the woman's eyes -- a bit sunken-in, but almond-shaped, and bright blue. However shadowed, they were Lane's.

Evan very quickly turned away, his heart racing. God, why -- why here, why her? Why his daughter? Why here, on his daily commute, right now...?

Was Lane here too? Jacob? God, the thought of seeing either of them almost made Evan feel more nauseous. Seeing Lane after so many years was a prospect that daunted Evan, but seeing his son was almost more terrifying. Jacob had always had a temper, and he'd so strangely latched onto his sister even as a baby that Evan thought it'd be likely he'd have to physically defend himself, if Jacob caught sight of him...that is, if Lane wasn't there to diffuse things. Lane had always been the one to try to calm things down...

Despite himself, Evan scanned the train car, searching for his ex-wife. When he didn't see her or Jacob, he felt the faintest flicker of disappointment, and then a wave of overwhelming relief. Not only did he hate the thought of his estranged family causing a scene...but he didn't think how much more strain his heart could've taken, seeing Lane again after so long...

"Do you not take the Tube much?" asked the teenage boy from behind Evan.

"Well, no. As you know, there are many other ways to get around. But well, considering where we're going, I figured those methods wouldn't be as ideal."

"You can Apparate with other people too, right?" said the boy mischievously. "That sounds fun."

"Mind what you say in public, Erik," said Carewyn, before adding something a bit quieter under her breath. Evan just barely picked out the word "Muggle."

Evan's lips came together tightly. So this boy was like Carewyn and Jacob, then? He was part of that...freak world of theirs too? To think that such a promising young boy would be molded in their image rather than live a normal life, same as Jacob was...

A thought occurred to Evan that made him straighten up sharply. Was this boy -- ?!

When Evan looked at the boy called Erik, though, he found he didn't resemble Carewyn much at all. Plus he looked to be 13 or 14, at least...Carewyn couldn't be his mother: she would've had to have been a mere child herself when he was born, if she had been. And Erik had called her "Ms. Cromwell" -- he couldn't be related to her by blood. If he was her son, he'd have called her "Mother," and if he was her sibling through another marriage (this thought made Evan's stomach squirm), he would've just called her by her name. And yet the way Carewyn spoke to him...it wasn't just platonic, there was something almost maternal there...

Was this boy her stepson, perhaps? Evan wondered. Had Winnie married an older man -- someone already married? She was a young adult now, it wasn't out of the realm of possibility that she'd be married...she was probably the same age Evan was, when he married Lane. But to marry someone who had a son this old already... Evan couldn't help but frown disapprovingly, imagining his daughter marrying a man a good twenty years her senior.

"Anyway...thanks for this, Ms. Cromwell," said Erik. "Coming with me to the cinema and all."

"Well, I could hardly just drop you off and leave you there," Carewyn said with a wry smile.

"I told you you could."

"You can tell me whatever you want: it doesn't mean I'll agree with it. And besides...this clearly means a lot to you. I want to be there with you for it."

The way Carewyn spoke to Erik startled Evan yet again. It certainly didn't sound like how he expected a mother to speak to her son -- Lane certainly had never sounded so casual with Jacob, and she was always much more coddling of him than Evan himself was. It was almost sibling-esque, the way they interacted -- and yet Carewyn's sentiment still came across as so...maternal, for lack of a better word. So fond and proud...

Evan turned around, just in time to see Erik's snarky expression seemed to visibly soften.

"...Thanks, Ms. Cromwell."

The boy with the curly blond hair then seemed to sober slightly.

"...Ms. Cromwell...I wanted to say I'm sorry. For what I said the other day."

Carewyn blinked, startled.

"To that biddy in Diagon Alley," Erik prompted. "You know, the one who called you my mum."

Carewyn seemed to immediately understand, and her face grew much more gentle. "Erik..."

"I shouldn't have made such a big deal about it," Erik muttered, his eyes awkwardly drifting over to his and Carewyn's reflections in the window. "I mean, yeah, she was stupid to think it, when you're not even that much older than me and we don't look a thing alike -- but well, you do kind of act like my -- like a mum sometimes -- and you were with me while I was getting my school supplies, so it was only logical for her to think it. And well...I don't want you to think I'm ungrateful...you know, for everything..."

"Erik," Carewyn cut him off very firmly. She brought a hand up and took hold of his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "That is the last thing I would think."

She paused. Despite himself, Evan couldn't help but listen that bit more intently, even while trying to not draw attention to himself.

"...After what happened to your mother...I understand you being upset about what that woman said," Carewyn said softly. "Of course I don't think it was right for you to have sworn at her...but I know your anger came out of trauma and pain, not anything vindictive or cruel. And the last thing I'd ever want to do is replace your mother...or your father. I know I never could, even if I wanted to."

Her eyes fell on her own hand on Erik's shoulder rather than staying locked on his.

"...I don't want to be your mother, Erik. I'm very happy just being your guardian, for however long you need me. That's all I sought from the court, and that's all I want to be."

"Guardian." Then Carewyn had adopted this boy, as his legal guardian? Evan tried to envision raising Jacob on his own in his mid-twenties without Lane, and the mental image was intimidating. Being raised by his great-uncle more than his own parents, Evan would've been utterly clueless in being a single parent -- even Lane he always assumed did a better job of it than he ever would have...

Erik's face had lost nearly all of its edge by this point -- if anything, his expression betrayed something much warmer.

"You really are smashing, Ms. Cromwell," he said. "I hope you know that."

His smile then grew a bit more devilish again.

"...So...since you're not mad about what I said...does this mean you'll give me some more of those special lessons you promised me?"

Carewyn gave a loud huff. "Those 'special lessons' are supposed to be to help you defend yourself -- they're not a reward to be taken away when I'm unhappy with you. But I could very well withhold some of the rather nice Christmas presents I've set aside, if you don't learn to clean up your language."

Erik gave a loud, cackling laugh that prompted Carewyn to smile a bit more wryly herself as she got up.

"Well, come on, then -- here's our stop."

Her sparkly starred heels clapped against the floor as she crossed to the closest door. Evan watched his daughter go, wrapping her arm around her ward as the two climbed off the train and into the crowd of the underground station. Then, silently shifting his gaze out the opposite window, Evan watched the wall fly past him as the train picked up steam and sped off toward the next stop.

Because Carewyn had been focused so tightly on Erik and his mind, so as to quiet the thoughts of all the other people on the train she could've picked up, she'd had no idea that she'd been sitting mere feet away from her father. Even if she had chosen to look anywhere besides Erik, it's likely she still wouldn't have noticed him -- for she had no memory of the man's face and would therefore have likely only seen him as a stranger. Which, sadly enough, he practically was, even while they still lived together...

Carewyn was a stranger to him. Evan knew it, and he'd known it, even when she was small. He'd never "gotten" her, largely because part of him had been afraid to -- failing so badly to connect with Jacob had been so painful that the thought of messing up again, and worse, with Carewyn had made him withdraw from her, hesitant to let her in. But there had been moments, here and there, where he'd deeply regretted not knowing her. Times when she -- strangely enough -- almost seemed more like him than Jacob had been. More respectful of the rules -- more interested in pleasing others. And yet Evan knew he truly hadn't known Carewyn. How could he, when it was so blatantly obvious to Lane that she had magic, same as Jacob? And now it was all the more obvious that Carewyn was nothing like Evan. The way she talked to her adopted son -- her "ward"...it was nothing like how Evan had ever talked to Jacob, let alone her. She sounded gentle, affectionate, playful...

She sounded...happy. Raising Erik in her strange World, on her own...Carewyn was happy.

"Are you okay, mister?"

Evan looked up, startled, to see a little girl with cornrows and a sunhat sitting across from him with her mother, who had looked up from her purse with muted concern. It was only when Evan looked up at the two that he saw himself reflected in the window behind him -- and the tear that had leaked out the side of his right eye down his face.

He quickly swept it off his face with one hand.

"Ahem -- yes, I'm...fine."

Feeling embarrassed, Evan turned his focus back out the window, away from the girl and her mother.

Carewyn was happy. It was a thought that was a wave of grief that drowned Evan's soul, and yet...that wave felt strangely comforting, all the same. He stayed floating in that feeling for the rest of his commute, until he finally reached his destination, at which point he walked to work.

Once he reached his office, Evan closed the door and put on an Elvis record as he got to work. It was something he often did, to help pass the time when the day was slow and his depression made it hard for him to soldier through -- and, unbeknownst to Evan, was also what Carewyn herself did, whenever she had trouble focusing on what she was doing.

"Today I stumbled from my bed With thunder crashing in my head, My pillow still wet from last night's tears... And as I think of giving up, A voice inside my coffee cup Kept crying out, ringing in my ears...

'Don't cry, Daddy... Daddy, please, don't cry... Daddy, you've still got me and little Tommy, And together we'll find a brand new mommy... Daddy, Daddy, please laugh again -- Daddy, ride us on your back again -- Oh, Daddy...please, don't cry...'"

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #my art #carewyn cromwell #erik apollo #evan bach #lane cromwell #jacob cromwell #my writing #yes elvis is evan's favorite musician #it's kind of the one 'rebellion' he's ever allowed himself given how straight-laced and ridiculously conservative he is #it's also where carewyn got her own love of rock music though she doesn't remember it #she used to 'dance' to evan's elvis records #but hey let's be honest hound dog is a friggin' bop can you blame her #jacob was never as much into elvis his tastes are decidedly more bubblegum #his favorite band is ABBA and he also loves barbra streisand olivia newton-john and the osmonds #lane's more of a judy collins type <3 #and she's also friggin' in LOVE with traditional choir music #oh yeah the movie carewyn and erik are going to see?#star wars episode i: the phantom menace #released in the summer of 1999 one year after the end of the Second Wizarding War #(Erik ends up really not liking it but hey he's the ultimate star wars fan so of course he was excited about seeing it)

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inkyu · 1 year

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More art 🍽️

I have this, it's the only piece of John Egbert art I am proud of

nice background practice too for looking at refs, I want to practice backgrounds to get good at it :33

my version of HS^2 John though, I feel like he would wear two shirts and have side burns

idk that's just me

anyways i'm going back to being afk again

#this is also a photo for something i'm making that only me and my friend's can see (yes that includes you Aki #you can read this too Aki sense you're authorized on my TH)#speaking of toyhou.se I want to remove that code on my profile thing and just have it blank #I feel like just having codes on my characters is way better than profile #so i'm probably gonna do that and just link my socials in what not on their #i have been typeing non stop in these hashtags oh my gog i better get back to tagging homestuck o.O #homestuck #john egbert #oh yeah I forgot to watermark this but I added it <333 #i want to start drawing fanart more but i really really like my ocs #maybe one day #i would also upload this on twitter but i don't like uploading there #i also don't really like using twitter that often because of how toxic and weird it is #i guess i can also say the same for tik tok #though im not really active on tik tok #i tried posting my art on tt before but i didnt like how it was formatted haha #oh gog im rambling in tags again heuaheuhae #he would be 23 in this drawing as I wrote it for my little homestuck thingy heehee #okay i'll stop typing in tags for this post now bye bye #okay ignore what I said abt the twt thing I'm actually very proud of this that i might post it there #im indecisive okay?

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devilfruitdyke · 6 months

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suits with skirts are the saddest article of clothing im sorry. you will be a pretty boy for the 14 hours of this high school debate tournament

#oh fuck i didnt ever talk about the second day of debate #i was there ig #1 w 1 l did not break and got to go home 🧘‍♀️#the win was a guy who proposed the green new deal and i have fox news parents so i was like and how much will that cost 🤨🤨#decently trustworthy source said it would cost the average household 74000 dollars #so either they put the plan in slowly and my impact is more urgent or they put it in fast and everyone goes into debt #i dont really believe that but idc #cross examination fr operates on fae rules #dont give them yr name do not tell them 'yes' theyll say you agreed with them #ALSO HI if i have lincolndouglasheads in the audience find the philosopher who came up with yr values and quote them #its THAT fucking easy and yr opponent can get yr ass if you dont #i was like 'and i would like to say the affirmative case agrees on my value and criterion' because we had the same one #'but he has yet failed to state the specific school of utilitarianism or give a definition'#bc the judge said he fw philosophy #its probably.gonna be classical whateverthefuck invented by a dude named john

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vaguely-concerned · 6 months

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...wolf hall!henry viii/cromwell version of the locked tomb pool scene, except that at the end of the book henry cheerfully eats cromwell's soul and chops his head off with all the whim and vigor of ianthe snacking down on babs

#I assume there must be a fandom overlap of some kind here lol #I am aware I am being absurd but I'm having fun and that's all that really matters <3 #wolf hall #the locked tomb #and yes. yes I am saying what we're all too afraid to say wolf hall!cromwell is cavalier coded fdakshj #I am mostly being funny here but there are some very interesting thematic parallells to me between these series #especially when you hold henry and john up to each other and marvel at the overlaps even tho their backgrounds couldn't be more different #they're just the very hungry caterpillaring up everyone else in the narrative and everyone frantically has to try to live with it #at the beginning of the books cromwell has a family and his wife and his daughters and wolsey and rafe and seems quite happy #and then by the end his whole life is swallowed up by henry because that's just what henry does #in all his hubris cromwell thinks he can handle it because he's really smart and has escaped abusive dynamics before but uh-oh!!!#both book series are partially talking about imperialism filtered through a lens of narcissism #master secretary thomas cromwell 🤝 the lyctors 'I must restrain my cannibal king/best and only friend'#well about that folks. I don't know how to tell you this but --

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attackjester · 2 years

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look i love the character designs in telltale batman

but nothing is beating john’s mismatched socks //as well as// mismatched shoes

#i just.#i love that the artists were like “yeah we need to show that he’s joker without making him joker how do we do that” “mismatched shoes?”#“excellent yes give him different shoes”#“ok and add different coloured socks too”#headcanon that john always buys 2 pairs of shoes at 1 time so he can mix them up #oh yeah main tags #telltale batman #john doe telltale

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eldritchqueerture · 2 years

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#ok so. i have thoughts #theres been criticism of john mulaney going around because of dave chapelle opening for him and making some transphobic and ableist jokes #and mulaney hugging him and acting friendly with him afterwards #and ive seen people saying that oh ive always knew he was a bad person and an asshole and youre all ignorant for not having seen it #but also from people who admit they liked him before and now wonder if he was always trash and just hiding it #and like. can we stop throwing the bad person label around #tumblr sees a set of actions from a singular perspective and immediately takes a clear moral stand and its fucking exhausting #yes. the actions may be shitty #words can be shitty. but even a couple instances are not the grounds for a moral judgement of a whole real life person #ESPECIALLY from the perspective of a viewer on the internet #idk im just tired #niki.rambles

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trashcanalienist · 2 years

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Rambo III (1988)

#this is from right after the russian attack on the mujahedeen camp #it's such a very important scene and i love that these movies take time to show the result of destruction and peoples' reactions to it #these aren't just action movies or war movies they are like. films. and i am deeply in love with them. i don't think there's a better way #to talk about these things from this perspective.#but what was i saying - oh yes #he and the mujahedeen and the russian defector yuri were barely able to destroy one helicopter. the other one retreated.#he was caught off guard because for one moment he thought he could think of lighter things. grim reminder that he can't let himself forget #for a second where he is and why. the destruction is made more extreme by just how little these people (soldiers and children and refugees)#have in the first place...clinging on like a desert plant. deep roots and tough exterior make for a strong rebel force...#but no plant can survive firebombing. or napalm for that matter. because that's the other half of this.#again he's reminded of everyone he lost. the last time he worked alongside soldiers he could trust was in vietnam with baker team #and they're all gone now. and these people who have offered to help him do so as much out of good will as out of pure desperation for some #way to survive and come out victorious...not for the sake of victory or the honor of independence but just to prevent the slaughter of #their own people.#i keep getting off track because of the plight of the mujahedeen and the afghan people at this time #john was barely able to prevent the russians from destroying the entire camp right there. he can't save everyone and he knows that. but it #still weighs on him. still haunts him. he knows that he's lucky to get out of combat alive himself. he knows that as important a role skill #plays it is still ultimately all up to luck.#he's tired. it never ends. dragged back into the same situation in another country. he'll risk his life for trautman without question #because it doesn't mean all that much to him. but he won't risk anyone else's if he can help it.#rambo iii (1988)#rambo iii #john rambo #sylvester stallone #rambo #it's a long road #i was so worried i'd run out of tags...#action

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daincrediblegg · 2 years

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I hate my brain. One heirophillia post and I’m all ‘lol what if in an AU word got out to the mainland about Father Paul’s Miracle with Leesa Scarborough and it reaches *gasp* THE VATICAN!!! Who decides to send *LOUDER GASP* FATHER PATRICK MCKENNA TO INVESTIGATE THE MATTER IN ORDER TO CANONIZE IT’ and now I won’t be sleeping 🙃🙃🙃

#I mean that is the WORST dude to send he already wants more acclaim for the church imagine if THAT fucker got emboldened #father paul and bev keane would take one look at him and be like ‘oh yes. we can make him worse’#god he’d be an even WORSE righteous asshole and liar holy FUCK #PROBABLY WOULD EVEN GO IN FOR THE POWER GRAB OH GOD THE BOYS ARE FIGHTIIIIING #first the holy trinity au and nOW THIS???? I must be struck down before I become more powerful than y’all can possibly imagine #father paul #john pruitt #midnight mass #father patrick mckenna #angels and demons

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widevibratobitch · 8 months

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unhinged characters: edward little and james fitzjames? and hodgson [eyes emoji]

ohhhhhHhHHHhHh terror brainrot <333

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fitzjames

hodgson

#mind you i am still figuring these guys out!#i used to be quite 🤷‍♀️ about hodgson UNTIL i saw those book excerpts you posted and went oh. OHHHH #little is just. the saddest wettest dog who's been in the shelter for like 10 years and they really ought to put him down already #just let this guy have a break. NOT a breakdown. a BREAK. REST. just once. just five minutes to scream into a pillow. please.#im not sure yet if either he or hodgson have daddy or mommy issues... but i will find out.#fitzjames absolutely has daddy issues and yes he and sir john totally fucked and i will die on that hill. gotta stay true to my brand.#anyway i do feel like little is the only one here who truly deserves therapy and happiness.#the other two are way too entertaining in their fuck-upness. they can get some gender euphoria though. as a treat <33 #the terror #ask game #also i am still coughing up all of my internal organs and so yes. fitzjames is still just like me fr #(also been having some surprisingly strong Gender Moments of my own this year but shhh im not ready to unpack that yet. i am Looking Away)#(wow who said that)

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audisive · 27 days

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♪ BROOKLYN BABY. (💌) – previous part

౨ৎ simon 'ghost' riley | reader

synopsis: the 141 believes the scot now.

tags: fluff, romance, soft!simon, you're basically their mom atp lol, bickering, there's a bet between gaz n soap, gaz secretly wants you shh, ooc characters, not proofread, price being the gentleman he is, he's seriously just watching everything unfold

It's not always that Ghost is willing to let the 141 stay at his house for their traditions – which is just drinking beer and watching sports, really. In fact, he's always said something about his place being empty, so they always settled on someone else's. They stop asking after a year, and in turn, he stops having reasons.

It's not until Soap pops the question again when everyone else's houses are unavailable for a variety of reasons, his being that he left his faucet on and now his shitty apartment is flooded. You can only imagine the suspicion and shock when Ghost agrees (or, rather, simply grunts).

The drive is long, nothing short of 5 hours, and Soap spends the better half of it bickering with either Gaz or Ghost. He falls asleep by the next half, and when he awakes, he gawks at the lovely looking house before their car. There's two stories to it, a balcony, a front porch, and there's no doubt that there's a backyard.

Contrary to popular belief, no, it is not all black or plain at all. It's all equally surprising to them. The Brit isn't the type to care about the appearance and state of a house, usually. They do envision him in a mostly empty apartment with only a bed and a bathroom, though.

There's a delicate touch to where a rough man lives; the smell is almost heavenly when they enter the house. It's homely, the scent of newly washed sheets and lingering smell of food; there's a cat perched on the living room table that Ghost scratches the head of lovingly in a way that's so casual and natural. It's like they're at the gates of–

"Simon!" Heaven's bells ring in their ears, luring them into the doorway of the living room, and the sound of feet padding against the cold floor. There comes a soft-looking thing running into Ghost's arms, completely engulfing you.

You only notice the three familiar faces of your boyfriend's team members – though you know he considers them family if anything – when you pull away. An angel clad in only a cami top, shorts, and Simon's hand around your waist, you turn to look at the group with a surprised look on your pretty – Soap thinks that God, you're so pretty – face. "Oh, hi," you smile sweetly, obviously awkward at the silence and the staring.

"It's been a while," Ever the gentleman, the gruff voice is the first to speak up with your name uttered, the only who's actually met you – John Price. Soap is too enamored with the way you hold yourself and the fact that, holy fuck, even your name's pretty. Gaz raises a brow at the captain's greeting.

You smile once more – a genuine one now. "Nice to see you again, John."

"'S rude to stare, Johnny." Simon speaks out, a smirk under the mask. "Please excuse him, miss," Gaz adds, this beautiful man, and offers a charming smile.

"You must be Gaz," you hold your hand out, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine," Kyle forgets that a hand could be this soft and gentle, "and please, call me Kyle." He barely stops himself from turning your hand in his to kiss the back of it like one should to a lady so fair; his lieutenant has good taste in women, he'll give him that. And when you're out of the area, Soap is sure to rub it in Gaz's face. I told ye so! LT wis hidin' somethin' from us. A pretty something, that is. You don't miss the way he slips a twenty-dollar bill into the Scottish man's hand.

"Glad tae meet ye," Soap finally says, winking. "Understand why he wis hidin' a bonnie lass like ye from us." There's a mischievous glint in his eye, almost naturally so.

"A'm hurt, LT, but whit can I do? After all, we're just a couple o' brutes, arenae we?"

Simon watches in amusement, "you'll live." Soap is quick to move to your side as you lead the small group of hulking men through your shared home after that.

Simon is visibly more relaxed with you around. He's comfortable, that much is a given, with the way he's taking up most of the thankfully large couch with his manspreading. So is the 141. They're pampered like spoiled children (or pets, really) through the whole day.

Instead of just beer and faucet water, they're offered a variety of drinks in the kitchen that's enough to be considered a private bar. Instead of an empty belly unhealthily stuffed with beer and a mix of mediocre takeout, they're met with warm homecooked meals. They lose track of time quickly; the night falls by the time they've tired themselves out, and they've had not one, but two meals thanks to you.

(They're sure to commend your cooking skills and think of how lucky this tall brute of a man is blessed with a woman so soft and pliant and wonderful and– while Price is the one to be the most grateful, Soap compliments you the most. "A can practically taste the love." You laugh in turn.)

Gaz is the first to speak after a meal so lovely, they could simply just sleep on the floor comfortably and wake to the same smell of home. "It's a bit late, love, we should probably go."

"Thank you for having us," Price smiles down at you kindly.

"Ye've been lovely, bonnie." He wants to stay some more.

"Wait," you stop them, looking up at Simon for further approval. He's already looking at you with a reassuring brush of his thumb on the side of your hip and a nod. You turn your eyes back at them. "It's already late, you three should stay the night. We have enough room for everyone."

There comes, "we don't wanna intrude," then, "we can take care of ourselves, it's alright."

"Please, I insist." Your smile brightens, "I'll even cook breakfast before you leave."

The mohawk moves with a sigh, "now tha's just no' fair, lass. How are we gonna say no tae that?" You giggle. Only then do they find themselves tucked away in the guest room, and boy, you were right when you said it could fit them all if not more.

On the way to the bathroom in the late hours of the night, Soap catches a glimpse of light through the crack of your bedroom door to see his oh-so strong lieutenant, vulnerable in your arms. There's something natural about the way you cradle the large man and kiss his hair like it's part of your DNA, like you're programmed to do that 'cause Soap thinks you're simply unreal.

He's proud of his lieutenant, this lucky bastard. He turns another blind eye once more, but he's paid in full with another fulfilling meal by the morning.

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bigguyenthusiast · 2 months

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141 and their captain’s assistant

- it all started with a comment made by Laswell, she mentioned to John how tired he seems, how his eye bags are growing heavier each day passing

- she recommended him to get an assistant, John declined the offer and tried to get back to work, but laswell already made the call, she knew how annoying John can be when it comes to getting help

- then enters a pretty little thing, your hair in a messy bun, glasses neatly resting on your pretty face, short pencil skirt hugging your curves perfectly

- John couldn’t help himself from staring, gawking at you like some horny teenager

- the boys began seeing you scurrying around the base more often, the first to approach you was Johnny of course

- his deep voice partnered with his thick Scottish accent made you subconsciously bite your lip, staring up at him with your big doe eyes, you don’t even mean to, it’s just that more than half of the people in here were 6feet+

- Johnny’s flirtatious nature made you giggle, lightened up your day, but not your boss’

- every time the Scott decided to drop by your desk to accompany you, he’d get scolded by his captain

- “don’t need you distracting her from her job”

- “it’s her break, cap, plus, she’ a good lass, I’m sure she’s on top of…all her work” the scott would throw you a wink before his captain orders him to run laps around the base

- next came gaz, since he’s always visiting his captain’s office for reports, he saw you at the new desk in the captain’s office, the aura around you not matching anything in the dim, old and boring office, you gave him a slight smile before returning to your paperwork

- but gaz wasn’t going to let that be the end of your interactions no no

- he’d walk up to you in the mess hall, as you’re loading your plate up, striking a conversation with you, making last long enough for him to lead you to a table with his other teammates

- you shyly but politely sit down and introduce yourself to the masked man who sat opposite of you, his brown eyes staring into yours as his arms stayed locked, he just nodded and replied “ghost”

- you figured he’s not a social one, the Scot and the Brit both kept asking you questions, some may have been a bit intrusive but maybe they’re just being friendly !

- “so why ar’ ye here?”

“Kate laswell requested that I work for John price for a few months to ease the paperwork load on him”

- “I’m sure there’s a different kind of load he’s trying to get you to ease off of him”

- the three of your heads snap to the silent man, his brown eyes seemed to be crinkled, suggesting he was grinning or smirking underneath that mask

- “OI! LT’s got jokes, but he doesn’t mean anything by it” Johnny tried to reassure you, glaring at Simon as you looked down at your food

- you excused yourself as you made your way back to price’s office, you saw him still there, no signs of him moving at all “captain ? Did you eat today?” You asked sweetly

- oh what this man wouldn’t give to have the honours of eating you for every meal of the day, to have you sprawled on his desk, papers sticking to your sweaty skin, your chest rising and falling as you try to quiet yourself so nobody hears what your captain is doing to you

- “captain” fuck he’d love to hear you moan his rank, begging him to be gentle, but he knows deep down you’re a dirty girl and you want your “captain ?!”

- John snapped out of his daydream, he looked up at you, you were leaning to the side trying to check on him “have you eaten today?” You asked again, a worried look in your eyes

- John nods, not looking you in the eyes “yeah yeah” he cleared his throat as he tried to get back to work, but your soft, smaller hand stopped him from grabbing his pen, his brown eyes looked up, ab eyebrow raised as if to ask ‘what are you doing?’

- “I’m sorry, captain but I can’t allow you to get back to work if you haven’t had food” you stated, your body trembling as you stood your ground

- truthfully, price can easily launch you across the room with one arm, he knows his limits, and you’re nowhere near it, but you were right, he does need to eat, and although he wishes he could order you to spread your pretty thighs for him and let him have his fun, he doesn’t want to lose such a pretty sight so fast

- he let go of the pen, leaning back on his office chair “I haven’t brought any food”

“The mess hall still have some food there”

- “I don’t eat that rubbish”

“Well too bad, you need to eat”

- ooh… I guess his little kitty got claws now

#call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #john price x reader #simon riley x reader #cod x reader #ghost x reader #captain price #ghost #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #kate laswell #john soap mctavish x reader #kyle gaz x reader

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