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nununiverse · 7 months
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forever-blondie · 6 months
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Debbie Harry by Harry King, 1979
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pratchettquotes · 7 months
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Harry flourished a bow tie at Moist and said, "I hate these damn things, I mean, what's the point?" He growled. "Got another bloody civic thing on tonight, Effie just thrives on them. I told her I'm busy, what with dealing with the railway, but she's determined to make a better man of me. And all this business about what knife and fork you eat from, it's a deliberate puzzle set out to make a simple bloke like me feel like a stranger. Whatever you pick up isn't going to change what the food tastes like, but Effie presses my knee hard if I gets it wrong.
"She wants me to have electrocution lessons, gods be damned, and I'm putting my foot down about that one. Knobs or not, I'm still Harry King and I'm still going to sound like Harry King. And I told Effie that I don't mind giving the money away to orphanages and suchlike--I like to see the face of the little kiddies light up like daisies--it's the swank I don't like and all the incessant chattering when I could be doing good work in my office. Effie says it's knoblyess obligay, but just because I've got a lot of knobs I don't have to accept it, right? It's a terrible thing when a man can't be himself, knobs or no knobs."
Terry Pratchett, Raising Steam
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persephonbee · 2 years
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Terry Pratchett has a recurring character who is a garbageman.
Powerful, rich, smart, an excellent employer. Not because he rose above his past of being a garbageman, but because he is so good at being a garbageman.
He's aware that the other lords and ladies don't take him seriously, but he's too busy counting his money to be interested in their opinions.
All hail the king of the golden river, Harry King
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chicinsilk · 28 days
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US Vogue April 1981
Kelly LeBrock wears an ecru Chantilly lace blouse with sheepskin sleeves. ruffled edges, soft tie under a fitted ecru linen jacket, with a black knee-length skirt…ropes of colored pearls defining the waist. Harry King hair, Way Bandy makeup.
Kelly LeBrock porte une blouse en dentelle Chantilly écru, manches patte de mouton. bords volantés, cravate souple sous une veste ajustée en lin écru, avec une jupe noire jusqu'aux genoux…des cordes de perles de couleur définissant la taille. Coiffure Harry King, maquillage Way Bandy.
Photo Francesco Scavullo vogue archive
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giarchives · 1 year
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Gia Carangi photographed by Harry King, 1979
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monstrous-tournament · 7 months
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The Ankh-Morpork Movers and Shakers Tournament!
I know y'all know these two, but still, feel free to add your propaganda in the notes! 
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Ankh-Morpork mayor never experiences lack of attention, y'know
(sound on pleeeese 🙏)
he's such a whore I can't 😩😩
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jamiebamberdaily · 1 year
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Another new look at Jamie as Harry King in Cannes Confidential!
Remember that the series will premiere its 1st episode at Canneseries on 16th April!
{Photo source / credit - Canneseries / Acorn TV}
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nununiverse · 11 months
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harry king1988-IG- asdayut_ysronlyfans.com/labourbkk  
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forever-blondie · 6 months
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Debbie Harry by Harry King, 1979
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pratchettquotes · 1 year
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"There is a favor I need to ask, to tell the truth," said William. Vetinari smiled.
"Of course. If I can do anything for the Ti--"
"Will you be going to Harry King's daughter's wedding on Saturday?"
To his secret delight, the look that Vetinari gave him seemed to be blank because the man hadn't got anything to fill it with. But Drumknott leaned towards him, and there were a few whispered words.
"Ah?" said the Patrician. "Harry King. Ah, yes. A positive incarnation of the spirit that has made our city what it is today. Haven't I always said that, Drumknott?"
"Yes indeed, sir."
"I shall certainly attend," said Lord Vetinari. [...]
"In return, however," said the Patrician, "I must ask you not to upset Commander Vimes." He gave a little cough. "More than necessary."
Terry Pratchett, The Truth
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itsallmadonnasfault · 2 years
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chicinsilk · 8 months
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US Vogue September 1977
Janice Dickinson in blue fox steam coat, dyed ombré woody brown. By Kasper for Louis Milona. Makeup, Sandra Linter; hair, Harry King.
Janice Dickinson en manteau vapeur en renard bleu, teint en brun boisé ombré. Par Kasper pour Louis Milona. Maquillage, Sandra Linter ; cheveux, Harry King.
Photo Irving Penn vogue archive
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alittlepronetopanic · 10 months
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Life Aboard
A/N: A new regular Jamie character means I've finally written something!
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(gif is mine)
Prompt(s): None
Pairing: Harry King x Reader
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 877
Hope you enjoy it! And as always, feedback is appreciated. :)
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The night air of Cannes was just as humid as the day, the little sea breeze not doing much to alleviate the stuffy feeling as you walked down the boardwalk alongside the boats as they bobbed calmly on the sea. The boat you knew so well was still moored, and despite you checking all day, Harry finally appeared on the deck. A bottle-shaped object wrapped in paper was gripped firmly in his hand as he took a seat on the decking amongst some cushions. He quickly opened the bottle, but even from a distance, you knew it wasn’t his first drink of the day and you were worried about how much he had already put away.
You walked further down and stopped at his boat, “I thought I might find you here.” you said with a friendly smile. Stepping on the ladder of the boat, you managed to let yourself up and you wasted no time to walk over to him and sit next to him on the deck. You placed your chin on his shoulder and the alcohol scent lingered on him but you cared more about the comforting warmth his touch brought you. Harry seemed reluctant to return the touch you attempted to give him but you stayed on his touch and though he didn’t move away, he felt tense.
He took a deep inhale and licked his lips, “Look,” he began, “I’ve been thinking.”
Your chest tightened and though you didn’t want to let go of him, you still did. “Right, I get it.” you replied as you gathered the small bag you had brought with you and stood up, “This is the part you tell me that this isn’t what you want.”
Harry grabbed your hand, “What?” he frowned, his eyebrows furrowed deeply but he wouldn’t let go and he stood up to join you and stumbled a little as he steadied himself. He stared at you for a moment, and despite the darkness of the Cannes night, the sea blue seemed to reflect in his eyes. You wondered whether the alcohol had taken away his ability to speak but he eventually put his glass down, making sure it hit a cushion rather than the boat itself.
“This is where you go on about how you’re a lone wolf and you’re better off alone so you could just...”
“Move in.” he interrupted. You were taken aback, buy you tried your best not to show it, the thoughts running through your head at 100 miles an hour.
Your voice spluttered, longer than intended but you couldn’t compose your words for a few moments, “What? You’re kidding?”
Harry shook his head, “You’re right, it was a stupid idea.” he scolded himself and looked to the ground like a small child who hadn’t got his way.
“No, Harry.” you replied but you knew it wasn’t an answer to his question, “It’s just, I’ve got a flat. You could move in with me, we could have a home, somewhere to build a life.”
“I prefer the boat. It means I can just move around freely, you know?”
You scoffed and took a step back, “You’re planning on leaving? Of course you are.” you said harshly and attempted to move further away, but again, Harry stopped you in your tracks.
“Don’t you get it?” he exclaimed, his voice was quiet but there was both a hint of anger and sadness. “If I go away on this thing, I want you to come with me.”
Harry stepped towards you and took your face in his hands delicately. It was strange, despite being together for almost 3 years, you had never seen him quite like this before. You never had the feeling he was one ready to settle down and even in the 3 years together, you spent a lot of that apart and most of the time together was only here in Cannes. He occasionally took you to Italy for the weekend on the boat, usually on your birthday as he was never into the whole anniversary stuff; though he did send flowers every year on that date, he just never liked to say it as from him, but you knew it was him as he sent flowers only he knew you liked and the colours only he knew too.
He smiled a little, “We can go anywhere you like. Me and you.” he gushed further. His hands left your face and he instead placed them on your hips and pulled you in a little closer to him. “What do you say?”
A smirk appeared on your face, and without any words you nodded calmly. Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours, his stubble brushing lightly against your face which never bothered you and it certainly didn’t now. His kiss lingered longer than any before. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you didn’t much care because for the first time, you felt a connection with him you had craved. His tendency to move around frequently meant that you always wonder if he was fully committed or if he would ever come back to you and though he always did, something was missing; and though you didn’t know what that was, it felt like it had arrived.
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monstrous-tournament · 7 months
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The Ankh-Morpork Movers and Shakers Tournament!
I know y'all know these two, but still, feel free to add your propaganda in the notes! 
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