#Irregulars

[dailyrockman]

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[choujinx]

IRREGULARS (2021-) by matsumoto naoki

#mangaedit #irregulars #irregulars manga #unabara nishiki #sportsanimedaily #animangahive #animangaboys #*rin

[blackswaneuroparedux]

To be confronted with a blank page is not very nice. But Hemingway, a great American writer, taught me the finest trick when you are doing a long book, which is, he simply said in his own words, “When you are going good, stop writing.” And that means that if everything’s going well and you know exactly where the end of the chapter’s going to go and you know just what the people are going to do, you don’t go on writing and writing until you come to the end of it, because when you do, then you say, well, where am I going to go next? And you get up and you walk away and you don’t want to come back because you don’t know where you want to go. But if you stop when you are going good, as Hemingway said…then you know what you are going to say next. You make yourself stop, put your pencil down and everything, and you walk away. And you can’t wait to get back because you know what you want to say next and that’s lovely and you have to try and do that. Every time, every day all the way through the year. If you stop when you are stuck, then you are in trouble!”

- Roald Dahl

No one can uncover the circumstances behind why this picture of Roald Dahl and Ernest Hemingway was taken, other than it was in London during the Second World War. Hemingway found himself in Europe from June-December 1944 in his capacity as a war journalist.

Roald Dahl was commissioned into the Royal Air Force and was a frontline fighter pilot showing tremendous courage and bravery and who eventually rose to the rank of wing commander. His flying days came to a premature end after a crash landing that nearly cost him his life. Between 1939-1941 Dahl was the assistant air attache in Washington DC and moved around in those diplomatic and political circles hoping to get some inside information and intelligence on America’s intentions and plans with regarding the war in Europe. Bored by his work he fell into the murky world of intelligence and became part of a Brirish spy ring called ‘The Irregulars’ which included the future James Bond author Ian Fleming. His spy work chiefly consisted of mobilising American opinion. This was at a time when Britain stood alone against the expected Nazi invasion and Britain was hoping to the USA would enter the conflict and thus tilt the balance.

When this photo was taken Dahl was a mere 28 years old and Hemingway was 45 years old. The picture doesn’t really do justice to how tall both men were with Hemingway being 6 feet tall but towered over by Dahl’s 6’6” wiry frame. Clearly Hemingway was already a celebrated author with The Sun Also Rises, A Farewell to Arms, and For Whom the Bell Tolls already published. Dahl, by contrast, hadn’t written anything significant yet - like his friend and colleague Ian Fleming - other than his children’s book, The Gremlins, in 1943.

It’s speculative to imagine that Dahl, the inventive intelligence officer and aspiring author, somehow contrived a meeting with the old lion, hoping to get some writing tips.

Photo: Roald Dahl and Ernest Hemingway in London during 1944.

#dahl #roald dahl #quote #literature #author #creative process #creativity #writing #books #hemingway #ernest hemingway #history #second world war #RAF #espionage #inspiration #britain #norwegian #british intelligence #irregulars

[found-family-tournament]

Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 18 Group 87

Propaganda and further pictures under the cut

Doom Patrol: Crazy Jane, Robotman, Elasti-Girl, Cyborg, Negative Man, Chief

The Irregulars: Bea, Spike, Billy, Leopold, Jessie

Submissions are still open!

Doom Patrol:

literally every conflict is resolved by some personal growth, often through each other’s help, and many times there are minor plots about one of the team members learning to rely on another teammate they otherwise had friction with. academic writing DONE, these people literally go through the craziest plots, crazy evangelical sentient cockroaches, interdimensional and omnipotent alan tudyk, sex ghosts, and more often than not violence isn’t the solution to their problems (even if some of the protagonists wish it were oops).

The Irregulars:

Sorry, I got no propaganda for them yet :(

#tumblr polls #poll #polls #tournament poll #found family #found family tournament 2023 #tumblr tournament #tournament #Doom Patrol #The Irregulars #Irregulars #Crazy Jane #Robotman #Elasti-Girl #Cyborg #Negative Man #Chief #Bea #Spike #Billy #Leopold #Jessie

[ghostsharkies]

#irregulars manga #irregulars baseball manga #irregulars #manga coloring #please read irregulars #also follow me on twitter for more colorings and weekly irregulars thread and nishiki simping hahaha #im novacchi there #i need more people to talk to about this manga idk im desperate #i also need to finish the fics #but also i need to translate the next chapter so there's that hahaha

[stairnaheireann]

Irish Civil War | What Really Happened at Ballyseedy?

You can still find bullet-marked walls in Ballymullen Barracks, Tralee. There, young Kerrymen faced squads after “interrogation” carried out by officers beating them with a hammer. Worse than these “authorised killings” were the atrocities carried out “unofficially”. Of these, one-act will always stand out in infamy the blowing up of nine prisoners at Ballyseedy Cross on the Tralee-Castleisland…

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#Ballyseedy Massacre #Caherciveen #Co. Kerry #England #Free State Soldiers #Ireland #Irish Civil War #Irregulars #Killarney #Knocknagoshel #Republicans #Tralee

[ravens-recs]

Blue Lock

Art: 9/10 Story: 8/10 Characters: 9/10

Genres: Sports, Thriller.

With a recent anime adaptation, Blue Lock’s popularity has been on the rise. And for good reason, Blue Lock is unique. A sports manga, Blue Lock turns the genre on it’s head with the deviation from the teamwork theme of most sport mangas, giving us characters who are in direct competition with each other. With an ensemble of memorable characters, Blue Locks shows us what happens when you put a lot of competitive soccer players all desperate to score a goal, into an arena and tell them only one can make it out.

I personally really loved Blue Lock because of the characters (specifically rin and sae), but there’s something in it for everyone. The plot is pretty basic but the dialogue is enjoyable. Soccer fans might find it as unrealistic as most sports manga, and the emphasis on competition instead of team work might be hard to get used to but once you do get used to it, Blue Lock is a plethora of little suprises. The occassional references to famous soccer players and teams, with various other little touches show the mangakas obvious love for the game.

All in all, It comes highly recommended and is an easy read. Currently, a little over 200 (short) chapters, it’s a great summer read if you have the time to spend.

Similar manga:

Irregulars (Alt title: イレギュラーズ, 이레귤러즈)

#blue lock manga #blue lock #irregulars #raven's reviews

[crvptidgf]

Two Is Stronger Than One

(slight) Spike x Reader

The Irregulars x Reader (platonic)

[FLUFF]

Requested: No

Summary: Reader is an Ipsissimus (unknowingly) and has terrible nightmares that makes them sleepwalk. They meet Spike and the other Irregulars, and they all help the Reader figure out what is wrong with them.

- - -

You had been suffering from horrible, gruesome nightmares for the past few weeks. Each one seemingly getting worse and more terrifying than the last. Every night they began feeling more and more real.

Occasionally you'd wake up in strange places with no memory of how you got there. You wouldn't go far, besides sometimes waking up outside your front door. That is, until last night.

- - -

The tunnels felt never-ending as your bare feet carried you through the narrow passageways. Cold, wet mud stuck to the soles of your feet, soothing the pain, if only slightly.

Water dripped down from the ceiling, the noise of the little droplets being the only sound audible for miles.

Leaning against the wall, you shivered at it's touch. You bent over, hands on your knees, panting heavily. You had no idea how long you had been running for - but wherever you went, you always seemed to end up back in the same place.

An entryway with walls covered in skulls and bones.

A putrid smell wafted throughout the area, and you'd be inclined to cover your nose and mouth if you weren't desperately gasping for air.

Looking up, you noticed a black figure make it's way towards you. Your legs were too weak to carry on, shaking beneath you and eventually giving away as you fell to the ground.

Wincing, you kept your eyes on the figure.

It seemed to study you for a moment, tilting it's head to the side. Maybe it was calculating the best approach, thinking of what to do with you - where to bring you. You had no idea, and honestly you didn't care.

You were just too tired.

Your fear kept you in place. Not being able to look away or move, the figure seized this opportunity to make it's way towards you and grab you.

Heart hammering against your ribcage, you tried to call for help. Your voice was frail from it's lack of use, quivering and cracking in the dead-silent room.

The echoes of your screams seemed to fill your mind. The sound of your own voice made you feel like you were going insane. It occupied every space in your brain, bouncing off every wall in the tunnel and reverberating back to you.

The figure, however, was not deterred by your weak attempts at screaming for help. It grabbed you by the collar and began dragging you across the floor.

With no idea where it was bringing you, you began flailing about. The screams got louder and more desperate, your muscles began getting sore from your failed attempts of escaping and your skin was beginning to be rubbed raw from the friction of your nightwear against your neck.

This was the end. You were almost 100% positive you weren't getting out of this. Not alive anyway.

"Please... please get me out of here," you pleaded. You didn't know who or what you were praying to, but in that moment it was the only thing you could do.

- - -

"Please, stop!" your own screams woke you up, yet you were still disoriented and confused. You had no idea where you were, and your eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness of your surroundings.

You felt a pair of hands on your shoulders, and with the dark figure still in your mind you began kicking and shoving. Whoever it was seemed to have a strong grip because no matter how much you tried pushing them off, their hands were glued to you.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you."

The person grabbed your wrists to keep you in place. Your breathing was erratic but you felt no threat from this person so you stopped your movements, albeit hesitantly.

Trying to get your breathing under control, you took a better look at them. It was a boy, probably around your age, with dark hair and tattered clothes. He seemed just as frightened as you were.

He slowly let go of your hands, and put his hands up to show he wasn't a threat.

"You alright?" he asked.

Not trusting your voice, you nodded slowly.

"I'm Spike," he said, giving you his hands to help you stand up.

Grabbing onto them, you were pulled up gently. You dusted yourself off and looked around - the place seemed very unfamiliar.

The dark sky expanded over the area, stars twinkling in the vast nothingness. Small, grey clouds slowly dissipated into the background, traveling away from you.

There were only a few people on the streets, some sleeping on the ground and others drunkenly singing outside of a nearby bar. Dirt lined the wet, cobblestone path, sticking to your shoes annoyingly.

"I'm Y/N. I wish we had met on better terms," you laughed awkwardly.

Spike smiled and shook his head.

"Surprisingly you aren't the first person I've had to wake up in the middle of the street."

You weren't sure what he meant by that, but you were half thinking it was a joke, so you didn't question it.

"So... where am I?"

"We're near Baker Street. It's just up there," he pointed behind you.

You nodded your head slowly, still looking around at the new area.

You had no idea how you were going to get home, or what you would tell your parents if they noticed you were gone from the house.

They knew you were a sleepwalker, but again you had never ventured out of the house at night. Much less so far away. Besides, they didn't know you had nightmares. Not only did you not have the heart to tell them, but in all honestly they would probably think you're insane.

"I'm sorry if I worried you. I don't actually know how I got here. I seem to be sleepwalking a lot lately," you said.

"Well you're in luck - because I might actually know someone who can help."

A smile spread across his face as he started to walk backwards towards a building with a little cellar door to the side of it.

"Care to join me?" he asked, more of a rhetorical question than anything.

With nothing better to do- and nothing really to lose - you followed the boy.

If there was a chance he knew someone who could tell you what was going on with you, you were gonna take it.

"You been having nightmares for a long time, then?"

You looked at him strangely, not knowing how he knew ao much about your situation. Something about him made you have no doubt in your mind that he could help.

"Yes, actually. My parents don't know what to do with me," you laughed. Many people didn't take you seriously when you said you sleep-walked. In their mind it entailed pacing around your room, or as most, trekking around the house. However for you it held a much darker and dangerous connotation.

You were so, so far from home already...

"Well my sister - who lives just there," he said, pointing to a cellar on your right, "- has been experiencing the same things."

"Started about a month ago?"

"Exactly," he responds.

- - -

Carefully climbing down the damp cellar stairs, you prayer this wasn't a kidnapping, but as you continued down you saw two young girls around your age.

One had dark hair, pulled back into a ponytail, and the other had curly hair sprawled across her back. Their conversation halted as their eyes rested on you.

Jumping back, one of the held a hand out infront of her sister in a protective stance.

"Don't worry, she's with me," mentioned Spike.

"Y/N, this is Bea and Jessie. My family," he gestured to the two girls.

You nodded your head in greeting, offering a small, awkward smile. You felt like you were intruding.

"She's been having the same problems as Jessie. I thought we could help - and you know we could use the numbers on our side," whispered Spike.

The girl who you assumed to be Bea sighed and rolled her eyes, annoyance etching across her face.

"We're in enough trouble as it is. You think adding another Ipsissimus to the mix is what we need?"

"Ip - what?" you interrupted.

You glanced around the room, uncertain of what was really going on. Jessie offered you a comforting smile and made her way to you. Gently taking your hand in hers she tried to explain.

"Ipsissimus. It's what I am. Really, it's quite a long story. You should sit down and we can talk," she said.

- - -

After a long winded conversation, you finally began to understand what was happening. I mean - it was unbelievable.

Everything was said with such detail and emotion that you found it hard to not believe. Of course it had taken some convincing, but after a while you agreed to meet them again tomorrow. Jessie had promised to help you figure your powers out - and in all honesty you wouldn't be opposed to visiting Spike again.

"I hope you guys know what you're doing," sighs Bea as you close the door to the cellar behind you.

Spike shrugged her off and went off to bed, excited to see you once more the next day.

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[thehappyscavenger]

Books Read in February 2024

The English Understand Wool by Helen DeWitt

I love DeWitt. A sharp novella, that is perfect for what it is.

In the Distance by Hernan Diaz

I loved Trust but this was... a miserable claustrophobic masterpiece. Unrelentingly grim, even for me.

We Had to Remove This Post by Hanna Bervoets

I read a non fiction essay on the human workers who monitor social media circa 2019 and thought it sounded like hell on Earth. Seems like Bervoets read the same one and decided to fictionalize it. IDK it has nowhere near the impact of the verge essay.

Irregulars by Kerry Trautman

A clever... novella? Linked stories? About a diner waitress getting a little too burned out by her job and the inner lives of the people she's serving.

Street Fight by Janette Sadik-Khan and Seth Solomonow

I've been getting into urbanism lately and this was a decent primer written from the POV of Sadik-Khan as a kind of overview of her major projects when she was the transportation minister of NYC. I can see how her projects and innovations tricked down to my city over the last 10 years.

The Virginity of Famous Men by Christine Sneed

I always say I love short stories but I certainly read more novels than short story collections. I picked this up at random and didn't think I would like it and ended up loving it. Sneed writes with prescision about the complicated relationships between people. Please to find she has two other short story collections (a rarity for straight lit writers nowadays). I plan to track them down and read them all.

#currently reading #The English Understand Wool #Helen DeWitt #In the Distance #Hernan Diaz #We Had to Remove This Post #Hanna Bervoets #Irregulars #Kerry Trautman #Street Fight #Janette Sadik Khan #Seth Solomonow #The Virginity of Famous Men #Christine Sneed

[outragedtortilla]

the fact that sherlock calls his consultants irregulars lmao

lucy dan // elementary

#elementary #rewatch #irregulars #thoughts #sherlock holmes #lucy dot txt

[dailyrockman]

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#Spiral Pegacion #rockman x #mega man x #capcom #daily rockman #X5 #irregulars

[choujinx]

IRREGULARS (2021-?) by matsumoto naoki

#irregulars #irregulars manga #mizushima chiaki #chiyozuka kouki #fysportsanime #shounenedit #animangaboys #anisource #animangahive #mangaedit #mangacaps #*nikki #words

[haverwood]

Irregulars Fabio Palmieri Italy, 2015

#Irregulars #Fabio Palmieri #2015 #2010s #documentary #short #photoset #title card #youtube

[shadowofthebells]

He has a few quirks we need to work out…

#Standardbred #horse #horses of Tumblr #horseblr #horsblr #bay #rescue horse #foster horse #we’re pretty sure he’s Kool Kat Kyvalley but waiting for confirmation #he also has an irregular heartbeat

[garblegarden]

never, EVER, underestimate the power of putting this shape in a piece of art

#it's so cool every time... #in this house we love irregular star shaped burst of light #put it anywhere and it works #art

[08theverysmallhuman]

reading irregulars. Kinda swag. Hibino the opposite of isagi who gets insulted once and immediately starts ripping out your innermost insecurities. Hibino gets the shit beaten out of him, gets down on his knees and asks you to play baseball with him Please please please pleasoleas

#08.text #irregulars