#Marion Foreman

[the-baz]

The Stratford-upon-Avon Players' Tour of North America, 1913-1914

Basil Rathbone Following the 1913 Summer Festival at Stratford-on-Avon, Frank Benson, the actor-manager of the Benson Shakespeare Company (and Basil Rathbone’s cousin), led a company of 50 members, including Rathbone, on a tour of North America. The tour was organized by the governors of the Memorial Theatre in Stratford-upon-Avon, and Benson’s company traveled under the name “The…

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#Dorothy Green #Edward Warburton #Frank Benson #Marion Foreman #Murray Carrington #shakespeare

[throwaninkpot]

the Doctor travels to 2005, London, and blows up a building. he meets Rose Tyler.

they hit it off, and she travels with him for a time.

she is trapped in a parallel universe.

two-ish years later, they reunite, but uh-oh! Dalek shoots the Doctor! he manages not to regenerate by channeling the energy into a severed hand.

Donna touches the severed hand. triggers a metacrisis whatsit that grows a human!Doctor and gives Donna the brain software of a time lord.

Donna's brain cannot handle that. the og!Doctor erases her memories of all things re: him, and sends Donna back home.

some years later, Donna has a child. the lingering metacrisis transfers to child, somehow.

child grows up with vague memories of Donna's time with the Doctor and various stories the Doctor told her, thinks of them as make-believe and imaginary friends.

child Transes Gender, needs a new femme name.

draws on their childhood memories. hmmm, Rose is a nice name.....

Doctor visits Donna again after a recent regeneration. stuff happens. Donna remembers the Doctor but brain does not explode, the Doctor and Donna are still besties, he hits it off with Donna's family including her child, Rose Noble.

somehow, there's a yet another extra David Tennant Doctor distinct from the og!Doctor now??

this new surplus Doctor settles in as platonic life partners with Donna. he functions as essentially a funky uncle/third parent to Rose Noble.

sometime later, adult Rose Noble has a child of her own. she has continued to grow with stories of time, space, and Gallifrey, now directly from the Doctor. when she needs to name her daughter, she chooses a name linking all of that history, and names her daughter the Gallifreyan word for a plant so similar to the Earthen rose.

Arkytior Noble grows up in a fantastic, weird family.

one day, in her early teens, she commandeers a time machine--vortex, TARDIS, whatever--and travels. Farther than Arkytior means to.

she winds up on Gallifrey. where she meets a restless time lord, young despite his head of white hair, as curious and hungry for adventure as herself. with a newly chosen name much like Arkytior's mother has her own chosen name.

when he introduces himself as "the Doctor", Arkytior laughs.

"oh, you're my grandfather!"

"I'm what?? since when did--"

"from the future. timey-wimy stuff. don't worry about it."

and with time travel at her disposal, Arkytior doesn't really need to return home quite yet. there's so much to explore! how convenient she ran into someone who will become one of the people she trusts most in the world, who was just planning to set off on his own explorations.......

they travel for a time.

centuries and lifetimes and faces later, the Doctor travels to 2005, London, and blows up a building. he meets Rose Tyler.

#TO BE CLEAR: I have not seen the special with the bigeneration whatever #everything I know is from dashboard osmosis #but I am a simp for cyclical stories and also rose marion tyler so #I thought of a concept that has eaten my brain and couldn't wait to post until I watch the specials #doctor who #susan foreman #rose tyler #rose noble

[thatbiologist]

G’eth Character Name Bank

First Names

Masculine Names

Alfred, Andrew, Arlo, Arthur, Balthazar, Barry, Ben, Benedick, Bernard, Burchard, Cedric, Charibert, Crispin, Cyrill, Daegal, Derek, Digory, Drustan, Duncan, Edmund, Edwin, Elric, Evaine, Frederick, Geffery, George, Godfreed, Gregory, Guy, Harris, Harry, Horsa, Hugh, Humphrey, Iago, Jack, Jeremy, John, Kazamir, Kenric, Lawrence, Leoric, Lorik, Luke, Lynton, Lysander, Madoc, Magnus, Maukolum, Micheal, Miles, Milhouse, Mordred, Mosseus, Ori, Orvyn, Neville, Norbert, Nycolas, Paul, Percival, Randulf, Richard, Robert, Roderick, Stephen, Tennys, Theodoric, Thomas, Tristan, Tybalt, Victor, Vincent, Vortimer, Willcock, Willian, Wymond

Feminine Names

Adelin, Alice, Amelia, Beatrix, Beryl, Bogdana, Branwyne, Brigida, Catalina, Catherine, Claudia, Crystina, Deanna, Desdemona, Elaine, Elinora, Eliza, Enide, Eva, Ferelith, Fiora, Freya, Gertrude, Gregoria, Gueanor, Gwen, Gwendolyn, Hannah, Hegelina, Helen, Helga, Heloise, Henrietta, Igraine, Imogen, Jacquelyn, Jane, Jean, Jenny, Jill, Juliana, Juliet, Katie, Leela, Lettice, Lilibet, Lilith, Lucy, Luthera, Luz, Lyra, Malyna, Margherita, Marion, Meryl, Millie, Miranda, Molle, Morgana, Morgause, Nezetta, Nina, Novella, Olwen, Oriana, Oriolda, Osanna, Pamela, Petra, Philippa, Revna, Rohez, Rosalind, Rose, Sallie, Sarra, Serphina, Sif, Simona, Sophie, Thomasine, Tiffany, Ursula, Viola, Winifred, Yrsa, Ysabella, Yvaine, Zelda, Zillah

Gender-Neutral/Unisex Names

Adrian, Alex, Aiden, Arden, Ariel, Auden, Avery, Bailey, Blaire, Blake, Brett, Breslin, Caelan, Cadain, Cameron, Charlie, Dagon, Dana, Darby, Darra, Devon, Drew, Dylan, Evan, Felize, Fenix, Fernley, Finley, Glenn, Gavyn, Haskell, Hayden, Hunter, Jace, Jaime, Jesse, Jo, Kai, Kane, Karter, Kieran, Kylin, Landon, Leslie, Mallory, Marin, Meritt, Morgan, Nell, Noel, Oakley, Otzar, Paris, Peregrine, Quant, Quyn, Reagan, Remy, Robin, Rowan, Ryan, Sam, Samar, Sasha, Sloan, Stace, Tatum, Teegan, Terrin, Urbain, Vahn, Valo, Vick, Wallace, Waverly, Whitney, Yardley, Yarden, Zasha

Surnames

Surnames, Patrilineal - First Name (Patrilineal Surname)

Ace, Allaire, Appel, Arrow, Baker, Bamford, Barnard, Beckett, Berryann, Blakewood, Blanning, Bigge, Binns, Bisby, Brewer, Brickenden, Brooker, Browne, Buller, Carey, Carpenter, Carter, Cheeseman, Clarke, Cooper, Ead, Elwood, Emory, Farmer, Fish, Fisher, Fitzroy, Fletcher, Foreman, Foster, Fuller, Galahad, Gerard, Graves, Grover, Harlow, Hawkins, Hayward, Hill, Holley, Holt, Hunter, Jester, Kerr, Kirk, Leigh, MacGuffin, Maddock, Mason, Maynard, Mercer, Miller, Nash, Paige, Payne, Pernelle, Raleigh, Ryder, Scroggs, Seller, Shepard, Shore, Slater, Smith, Tanner, Taylor, Thatcher, Thorn, Tilly, Turner, Underwood, Vaughan, Walter, Webb, Wilde, Wood, Wren, Wyatt, Wynne

Surnames, Townships in G’eth - First Name of (Location)

Abelforth, Argent Keep, Barrow Springs, Barrowmere, Bedford, Brunhelm, Bumble, Casterfalls, Dunbridge, Falmore Forest, Folk’s Bounty, Frostmaid, Fulstad, Heller’s Crossing, Hertfordshire, Humberdale, Inkwater, Little Avery, Marrowton, Mistfall, Mistmire, Morcow, Necropolis-on-Sea, Otherway, Parsendale, Piddlehinton, Port Fairwind, Redcastle, Ransom, Rutherglen, Saint Crois, Tanner’s Folly, Tavern’s Point, Wilmington

Surnames, Geographical Locations in G’eth - First Name of the (Location)

Cove of Calamity, Deep Woods of Falmore, Eastern Isles, Eastern Mountains, Foothills, Frozen Peak, Lakes, Maegor Cobblestones, Northern Mountains, Southern Isle, Tangle, West Coast, Wild Wild Woods, Woods of Angarad

Surnames, Nickname - First Name the (Something) 

Bald, Bastard, Bear, Bearded, Big, Bird, Bold, Brave, Broken, Butcher, Bruiser, Careless, Caring, Charitable, Clever, Clumsy, Cold, Confessor, Coward, Crow, Cyclops, Devious, Devoted, Dog, Dragonheart, Dreamer, Elder, Faithful, Fearless, Fey, Fool, Friend, Generous, Giant, Goldheart, Goldfang, Gouty, Gracious, Great, Hag, Handsome, Hawk, Honest, Huge, Humble, Hungry, Hunter, Innocent, Ironfist, Ironside, Keeper, Kind, Lesser, Liar, Lionheart, Little, Loyal, Magical, Mercenary, Merchant, Messenger, Old, Orphan, Pale, Polite, Poet, Poor, Prodigy, Prophet, Proud, Reliable, Romantic, Rude, Selfish, Sellsword, Scab, Scholar, Shield, Shy, Singer, Sirrah, Slayer, Slug, Small, Stoneheart, Swift, Tadde, Talented, Tart, Tenacious, Timid, Tiny, Tough, Traveller, Trusted, Truthful, Viper, Wizard, Wolf, Wyrm

#oxventure #DnD 5e #character creation #name bank #5e

[handeaux]

A ‘Wireless Wizard’ Showed Cincinnati Driverless Cars; He Really Wanted A Death Ray

It was Monday, 23 January 1928 on Court Street in Cincinnati. Three Willis automobiles rumbled around the Courthouse Square, flashing their lights, honking their horns, starting and stopping, shutting off and restarting their engines, turning this way and that. Not one of the three cars had a human in the driver’s seat. All were controlled by a wooden crate mounted on the running board, receiving radio signals from a “Wireless Wizard” manipulating a small radio transmitter. According to the Cincinnati Post:

“The wizard would fling a radio spark from his toylike transmitter. There would be a responsive click in the wireless apparatus on the auto. The wheels would move in any direction.”

The Wireless Wizard was a young man named Maurice J. Francill from Toledo, Ohio. Francill arrived in Cincinnati under the auspices of the Post to demonstrate the power of radio to transform modern life. Francill spent a week in town, not only driving automobiles in circles, but sending a conductorless streetcar eight blocks up Sycamore Street. Each evening, he amazed crowds at the local Wurlitzer shop on Fourth Street:

“In addition to playing all manner of automatic music instruments by remote control, he will make a radio broadcast phonograph record and play it back to his audience in the flash of a moment. He also will offer light and sound wave experiments on the music store program.”

While wowing the crowds by demonstrating his radio-control box, Francill opined about the future of American life, once radio had saturated the nation’s infrastructure.

“The wizard, Francill, says that someday every woman will carry a wireless dual-phone in her handbag – that she not only can talk over it with the maid at home, but that she can see through it exactly what is taking place there.”

Francill predicted that every household appliance will one day be operated by radio, with vacuum sweepers operated at the touch of a button and basement laundry machines controlled from the lady’s boudoir. (Francill was less than forthcoming about how the dirty clothes would find their way to the laundry and how the clean clothes would return to the closet, but who is quibbling?)

In Cincinnati, Francill was a decided sensation, Over the course of his six-day visit to the Queen City, he presented 18 driverless automobile exhibitions, a sold-out demonstration of radio-controlled appliances at Keith’s Theater and inspirational visits to local high schools.

On top of whatever the Post paid him for this week-long residency, Francill earned some financial icing by endorsing local products. The Veazey-Miller Willis dealership on Gilbert Avenue provided the Willis automobiles for his experiments, with full tanks of Caldwell & Taylor’s “Original Benzol Gas,” lubricated with Pennzoil products and relying on Prest-O-Lite batteries. The Electric Shop contributed appliances for use on stage, and Wurlitzer touted Francill’s approval of the company’s home entertainment consoles.

Who was this “Wireless Wizard” and where did he come from? Although identified as an engineer, none of the newspapers suggested he had actually studied engineering anywhere. Records for anyone named Maurice J. Francill are sparse and sometimes contradictory.

That’s because Maurice J. Francill was the stage name of a man named Francis Cowgill, born in Marion, Ohio around 1896. Cowgill worked for a time in the factories around his hometown. The 1920 census records him as a foreman and inspector at an automobile factory. In 1918 the Marion Star announced that Francis Cowgill was “putting Marion on the map” by designing weaponry for the United States Navy. In particular, the newspaper reported that Cowgill had developed contact mines for the Navy that were “in actual use,” and was now pitching two types of aerial bombs to the U.S. War Department.

After the war, Cowgill launched a career in show business as a one-man vaudeville act juggling and wire-walking. He began adding magic tricks to his repertoire and started tinkering with remote control devices to enliven his show. That’s when he created the “Francill” name by chopping off the end of his first name and the beginning of his surname and splicing them together. Pretty soon the radio component of his act became the centerpiece and he was off on a decade of remote-control exhibitions – milking cows, baking bread, operating a laundry and running entire factories in addition to running driverless autos through their paces.

As World War II loomed, Maurice/Francis went back to his earlier career in creating armaments and created his electronic triumph – a Death Ray. According to the Cincinnati Post [2 March 1940], Francill offered his homicidal device to Ohio Governor John W. Bricker as a quicker, more humane, method of execution than the electric chair, but state law mandated the chair in Ohio. Francill claimed that his Death Ray had killed rats in preliminary tests.

Twenty-two years later, Cowgill was still trying to sell his Death Ray and told the Columbus Dispatch [29 April 1962] that, if he didn’t build one, somebody else would, Cowgill claimed “four or five others in this country” were working on one.

“It’s quite possible that the ray could operate off of a couple of flash-light batteries.”

Cowgill told Dispatch reporter Dan Clancy that the Death Ray he envisioned could do much more than simply kill people. It could cut down the Golden Gate Bridge, for example.

“You could just slice it off at each end and take another cut up the middle for good measure.”

Cowgill told Clancy that his Death Ray worked by disrupting the ability of hemoglobin to carry oxygen. Rats struck by the Death Ray fell paralyzed and then died. Cowgill claimed he never killed any people with his Death Ray, but confessed he’d thought of doing so.

The man born Francis Cowgill died in 1974 and is buried as Maurice J. Francill in Marion Cemetery. He appeared in court to fight a Marion traffic ticket as Francill in 1953, suggesting he had legally changed his name. However, the Ohio Bar Association sued Francis Cowgill in 1970 under his birth name for practicing law – advising inventors about patent regulations – without a license, so maybe he hadn’t.

Adding to the mystery is the outcome of his research on a Death Ray? Do plans exist? Was a prototype constructed? Were any more rats sacrificed? The answers are out there somewhere.

#francis cowgill #maurice j. francill #wireless wizard

[heartlandians]

Past, Present and the Future (Christmas Fanfiction), part 2/3

Genre: General, Drama, Family Characters: Tim Fleming, few other family members (don’t want to give out spoilers!)

Synopsis: Three different snapshots of Tim’s Christmasses of the past, present and the future.

* * * *

“Good boy...” Tim said and patted the palomino’s neck after he had placed the hay on the net for the horse to munch. The gelding, that would few years later earn the name “Champ”, started tugging out the hay between the strings, sighing as a sign of relaxation.

Giving him space to eat, Tim stepped out of the stall and closed the latch behind him. Looking at the horse, the man couldn’t help but think he was the best purchase he had made in a while. Even though Tim wasn’t exactly proud of his days at the oil rig or gambling at the casinos, at least that money had helped him to buy this beautiful animal.

This was a new horse for him, but already he seemed like he had been with the man forever. The way they worked together when herding the cattle was seamless, and the horse had an easy nature outside work too. 

He was strong, loyal and resilient. All qualities Tim also wish he would possess.

It might have been 9 years since his rodeo accident, and usually a cowboy like him found himself a new horse quickly after losing the previous one because what was a cowboy without his horse, but in Tim’s case the journey here had been complicated and full of ups and downs.

His previous horse - a rodeo legend in his own right - Pegasus, had not just been any horse; he had been the horse for him. 

After their accident at the Calgary Stampede, the horse had been a mess - just like him. While Tim had been too busy healing himself, his wife, Marion, had tried her best to fix the issues Pegasus had been dealing with as an aftermath of the whole thing.

When Tim had been kicked out of Heartland, Pegasus had stayed with Marion - and it had probably been better that way. Tim had not been in any position to take the horse with him anyway and he had not really been in a condition to take care of a horse either. He had barely managed to look after himself.

Now, almost a decade later, their paths had once again crossed. Marion had done amazing job with the horse, as Pegasus was back to being the stable friend Tim had once known. But a decade was a long time in a horse’s life, especially one with this horse’s history. Pegasus was a good fit for light trail rides, but he was no good for rodeo, not that anyone in the family would have even put him through that anymore. 

But Pegasus was also not a working horse, and that’s where this palomino had stepped in as Tim had needed a horse to help with the herd he was working with. They were slowly getting to know each other and so far everything had gone well. 

While Tim was lost in thought, Ray Phillips entered the Big River Ranch barn, leaning on his walking stick.

“Tim. What are you doing here?” Ray asked and moved with some labor as he stepped inside. He was an old man already, with injuries of his own, but insisted doing rounds around his property every day, even though he had staff to help him. Tim was one of them as he worked as a foreman. “I thought you would have gone to stay with your family at Heartland.”

“Oh...” Tim laughed dryly, turning toward his boss. “You know how Jack is; he can hold a grudge. There’s no way he would let me into that Christmas dinner table - even if I am able to visit my girls now. Gotta pick my battles...”

Ray nodded, knowing his neighbor well. They had shared fence for decades, after all, way over his 50 years of ranching, and here in Hudson you were not a stranger with the people living next to you.

“So... you’re alone for Christmas?” Ray read between the lines.

Tim nodded. “I guess I am.”

Taking a seat on top of two stocked square bales, Ray steadied his breath.

“My daughter was supposed to come stay with me, but... apparently some work related thing came up last minute and she can’t make it. Or so she says”, Ray said with a disappointed tone, fiddling his walking stick. “Truth be told, I don’t know if that is just an excuse... I feel like she’s not really interested in visiting me. Or staying here at Big River. I’m beginning to lose hope that this ranch will stay in the family in the future. I know I already have a plan for those longhorns of mine...”

“Well, you’re not leaving us anytime soon, are you, Ray?” Tim asked, even though he knew with someone of Ray’s age, that was only a matter of time with every passing day. 

Ray chuckled, appreciating Tim’s attempt to make him feel younger than he was. 

“You know damn well this might just be my last Christmas”, Ray reminded, and almost like from a cue, he started coughing. 

Tim listened to the hollow sounds of his lungs as the older man gasped for air afterwards. When his coughing calmed down, Tim had a thought.

“Let’s say this is your last Christmas, hypothetically”, he said thoughtfully, “what would you like for your last Christmas to look like?” 

“Oh...” Ray let out, taking some time to think about it. “Well, I always liked it when we had a Christmas tree back when Callie was a little girl. Seeing her admire the decorations and lights... I don’t know, it just always warmed my heart too.”

“So you’d want a Christmas tree?” Tim checked.

Ray nodded. “Yeah. One last time. I can’t go out to those woods anymore, not like how I used to. I miss it.”

“I can bring some of it to you”, Tim decided, like it was no big deal. “Just point me to a saw.”

* * * *

Less than 30 minutes later, Tim mounted his horse and headed toward the woods that were on Ray’s property. He knew not to cross any borders on this mission to find a Christmas tree as there were fences separating them from Heartland’s acres. 

The beautiful frosty day pinched his cheeks as he and the horse ventured deeper into the forest. Looking around, Tim’s glance moved from one spruce to another. Some of them were too small, some of them too tall. Some of them looked right, but only on one side.

When he got closer to a more wooded area, something between the trees moved - a bird, perhaps - making the horse jump. Scared, the palomino started rushing forward, and Tim tried his best to use his bulldogging cowboy abilities to stay on, but when a large branch swiped him on the chest, the man lost his balance and fell down, hitting his top half on the icy surface as his cowboy hat bounced further away.

Feeling his head throbbing from pain, Tim groaned. Not only was he afraid he had just sustained a concussion, but the branch really had knocked the wind out of him. He laid there, barely moving and waited the pain to pass. 

It was like on his old rodeo days, but at least he had not landed on his bad shoulder...

Just as the cold was starting to creep under his clothes and the brightness of the sky was beginning to hurt his eyes, Tim thought about getting up, but before he was able, he heard a voice. 

“Easy there, cowboy.”

He recognized that voice in a heartbeat, but... it couldn’t be...

“Marion...?” Tim said, wondering if he was going insane.

Moving around his head against the snowy surface, Tim was trying to locate the origin of the voice, but he saw no one. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. 

After all, Marion was dead. She had passed away in an accident earlier this year. 

“Yeah, it’s me, you dummy”, Marion’s voice replied with some delay.

“But you’re--- you’re--” Tim stuttered. He still could barely say it.

“Dead?” Marion offered. 

Tim swallowed dryly and nodded. “Yeah...”

“Maybe so, but death doesn’t have to be the end.”

Tim couldn’t understand this. “But I was at your funeral. We’ve mourned for you. The whole family.”

“I’ve seen it. If there was one good thing to come out of this it’s that you’re all together again.”

“I wish you were here with us. I feel like I just missed you. Like I was just few minutes away from seeing you again. Maybe if I had come back sooner, we---” 

The words died on Tim’s lips.

“You wrote me a letter, remember?” Marion pointed out. “You tried.”

“I did. But I didn’t hear back.”

“I was not ready then. I was in the middle of my own recovery. The rodeo accident or the aftermath of it didn’t just happen to you. And... I didn’t divorce you because I wanted to. But... it’s what needed to happen so we could both move forward. I didn’t see a future for us, even though I hoped for it. Besides, I had to focus on the girls. Lou, especially, was affected by it all. But... I wasn’t able to help her. I just never got through to her, not like you always did.”

“I’ve been trying to make amends, but... it’s been difficult. With Amy, especially. I have to take it slow. There’s so much water under that bridge...” Tim confessed. “It takes more than blood and a will to connect for us to build those connections again.

“You’re on the right path”, Marion’s voice said. “Just keep going.”

A warm breeze of air swept all over Tim’s face as he was slowly starting to achieve consciousness again. Feeling the tickle of a horse’s muzzle on his cheek, Tim realized he was being examined by a horse.

His horse.

Opening his eyes, Tim saw the palomino standing next to him, almost apologetically. 

“Did you lose something?” Tim asked with a low voice.

He chuckled when the horse breathed on his face. 

“You came back for me, huh...?” 

Nuzzling the horse’s cheek, Tim tried to gain back his strength to get up and get back on the horse. When you fell, the most important thing was to get back in the saddle. That was the motto he had lived by for years now and he wasn’t about to stop.

“We promised Ray a tree. We’re going to get that tree”, Tim said to his horse.

He mounted the gelding, thinking about the tree, but also sparing thoughts for Marion. 

He felt her presence now. 

There was a spot, not too far from here, where Tim knew Marion had always liked to ride to clear her thoughts. Maybe he could cross the property line just a little in order to remember the love of his life and appreciate the view she had always loved so much, seeing this was the first Christmas without her.

Even though they had not talked for years, Tim had always carried part of Marion with him in a form of a school ring. The woman had given it to him years ago for good luck while he had been on a circuit. 

Tim’s younger daughter, Amy, now had it as it was Tim’s way of keeping Marion alive for her as well. The girls longed for their mother, for different ways, and while Tim could see how heavily Lou and Amy relied on their grandfather, Jack, Tim was hoping to be there for them too during this period of grief.

He wasn’t doing it for completely selfless reasons, but also because looking at them kept Marion alive for him too. He had needed to have that closure in order to move forward, and slowly but surely Tim was feeling the change in him.

Marion was never going to be forgotten, but they needed to continue to live their lives.

For her and for themselves.

Who knew where they would be ten, twenty years from now.

Hopefully still at Heartland, in some way.

#heartland #fanfiction #past present future

[conandaily2022]

Ocklawaha, Florida's Ronald Foreman accused of fatally stabbing Sandra Foreman

Ocklawaha, Florida’s Ronald Foreman accused of fatally stabbing Sandra Foreman

Ronald Vince Foreman, 82, and his wife Sandra Kathleen Foreman, 75, lived in Ocklawaha, Marion County, Florida, United States. He has a history of threatening people and most of his outburst were directed against her.

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[lboogie1906]

Donald King (born August 20, 1931) is a boxing promoter, known for his involvement in several historic boxing matchups. He has been a controversial figure, partly due to a manslaughter conviction and civil cases against him, as well as allegations of dishonest business practices by numerous boxers. He was born in Cleveland, where he attended school and graduated from John Adams High. After dropping out of Kent State University, he ran an illegal bookmaking operation out of the basement of a record store on Kinsman Road and was charged with killing two men in incidents 13 years apart. The first was determined to be justifiable homicide after it was found that King shot Hillary Brown in the back and killed him while he was attempting to rob one of his gambling houses. King was convicted of second-degree murder for the second killing after he was found guilty of stomping to death an employee. While he served his term at the Marion Correctional Institution, he began self-education; according to his own words, he read everything in the prison library he could get his hands on. He was pardoned by Ohio Governor Jim Rhodes, with letters from Jesse Jackson, Coretta Scott King, George Voinovich, Art Modell, and Gabe Paul, among others, being written in support of King. His career highlights include, among multiple other enterprises, promoting "The Rumble in the Jungle" and the "Thrilla in Manila". He has promoted some of the most prominent names in boxing, including Muhammad Ali, Joe Frazier, George Foreman, Larry Holmes, Tomasz Adamek, Mike Tyson, Evander Holyfield, Chris Byrd, John Ruiz, Julio César Chávez, Ricardo Mayorga, Andrew Golota, Bernard Hopkins, Félix Trinidad, Roy Jones Jr., Azumah Nelson, and Marco Antonio Barrera. His wife, Henrietta, died on December 2, 2010. He has one biological daughter, Debbie, a son, Eric, an adopted son Carl, five grandchildren, and three great-grandchildren. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence https://www.instagram.com/p/CheuBA2LM5NjYnRmcFRGKVN3oEmciyfv47wIOw0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[joezworld]

International Shovel

Hey there's a Marion fic down here

Outside Maron Station, The 1990s

One morning in the late spring, the permanent way train was working its way down the lineside. The inspectors had been through here several days earlier, and had found several problem areas that would need to be shored up in order to prevent subsidence of the trackbed.

Some spots were easy enough for the men to fix with shovels, but others required heavy equipment.

"Blimey!" Shouted one of the men as he put his foot down in a muddy drainage ditch and immediately sunk up to his knees. "I think I found it! Now help me out!"

The other men laughed, and he was quickly hauled back up to dry land with the help of a sturdy rope. At the same time, the foreman made a call to "control" - they needed to close the Down Slow Line so the work train could be moved to the worksite from the passing loop where it was waiting.

The response he got was not encouraging.

"All right!" He shouted to the workmen. "Break time! They won't give us the line for another hour at least!"

A variety of groans and mutters arose from the men, all of whom blamed "control" for their poor planning.

"Oh please," Scoffed Gordon. He was pulling the works train - very much against his will, thank you - and was acutely aware of the day's timetable. "If anyone had bothered to read-"

"The timetable we wouldn't be in this issue, yes, I know." Grumbled the foreman. This was not the first slowdown of the day, nor was it the first complaint out of Gordon. "Next time, we'll be on time, your majesty."

"See that you are!" The engine scowled, not rising to the bait. "I've nowhere else to be and yet you are still boring me!"

The foreman put his head in his hands and stomped away to the crew carriage for a cup of tea.

Gordon rolled his eyes. As if this day wasn't bad enough - his "breaking in" run after being mended at the works was not only on a slow and plodding P-Way train, but also being done tender first because God has clearly abandoned this railway - he was apparently the only one on this blasted train to actually have any awareness of the schedule!

"Honestly," He grumbled to himself. "It's not as if they don't also work on this railway - the schedules are posted for all to see!"

"Ah, cheer up Gordon!" Chuckled Marion the steam crane in her usual upbeat manner. "It's a nice day out at least!"

Gordon looked up. It was a gloomy and overcast day, with temperatures barely exceeding 15°C. "Your optimism knows no bounds, Marion."

"What? It could be raining! Or snowing. Or meteors could be falling from the sky! This is wonderful compared to that!"

Gordon was momentarily speechless as he tried to comprehend Marion's view of the world. "I... suppose that, when looking at it from that perspective..."

It was at this point that they were disturbed by the honking of a van's horn. The passing loop was situated next to a farm lane, and a few cars and tractors had rumbled by while they were there, but now there was a van with "ROYAL MAIL" on side pulling up alongside the train.

"Hello there!" It was Tom Tipper the postman who leaned out of the driver's window. "You're Marion the steam shovel, right?"

Gordon and Marion both looked at the man in utter bewilderment. Aside from Marion having her name prominently written on the side of her cab, there was no reason that one of Sodor's mail carriers should be talking to them. "Yes..?" Marion ventured hesitantly.

"I've been searching all over town! They said you were 'round here somewhere. I've a letter for you." Tom said, before hopping out of the cab and walking purposefully around to the back of the van.

This did not ease anyone's confusion, and a more thorough inspection of the van (actually, it was more of a lorry with a cargo box, which didn't make things easier to comprehend) revealed that it actually wasn't from the Royal Mail, but rather "Parcelforce Worldwide - a Royal Mail Company", which merely confused everyone more.

As heads started to poke out of the windows of the workmen's carriage, Tom threw open the roll-up door at the rear with a massive clatter before climbing inside.

More clattering and banging emerged from the rear of the lorry, and it was a long minute before Tom re-emerged, huffing and puffing under the weight of... something.

Nobody was quite sure what it was, and as Tom muscled it onto a hand cart before pushing it onto the lorry's powered liftgate, identification remained impossible.

"Are you sure that's a letter?" Marion asked with no small amount of alarm as Tom descended on the liftgate. "I know what letters look like!"

"Oh yes!" Tom grunted as he pushed the cart up the road towards the train. "This is most definitely a letter - would you believe they wanted me to deliver this on my bike?"

Nobody really could, as the... object (yes, let's go with that) was almost as large as Tom was, and judging from the noises he was making, was probably heavier than him as well. It took several more minutes, and the help of three men from the P-Way gang, to eventually get the twine-and-plastic-wrapped object in front of Marion.

Once it was there, a wheezing Tom pointed out that, yes, there was a very large block of text, clearly done with a typewriter or a computer printer (goodness, the size of that machine must beggar belief!) that read:

MARION S. SHOVEL

C/O NORTH WESTERN RAILWAY COMPANY LTD.

SOUTH STATION ROAD

TIDMOUTH, SODOR, SD4 2NW

UNITED KINGDOM OF GREAT BRITAIN, NORTHERN IRELAND, HONG KONG, GIBRALTAR, AND THE FALKLAND ISLANDS

The sender's name and address was similarly noted in gigantic text, but raised questions instead of answering them.

APOLLO C. TRANSPORTER

MAIL CODE: BPRSA1

UTILITY ROAD

TITUSVILLE, FLORIDA, 32780

UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

Everyone looked at Marion for some kind of answer.

"Don't look at me!" She protested. "Anyone who wants to speak to me can just come and see me; I'm very hard to miss!"

More than one pair of eyes rolled at that, but Tom Tipper was insistent. "Well clearly its someone who really wants to talk to you - I can't imagine this was cheap to post!" He pointed to the corner of the letter, which was covered in several dozen stamps from the American postal service. Compared to everything else about this parcel, the 'normal' sized stamps seemed comically tiny. The foreman leaned down to inspect them, and noted with a raised eyebrow that each stamp had a picture of a smiling space shuttle on it.

"No, I cannot believe it would be." Gordon said slowly. He was just as baffled as everyone else, but clearly everyone else was willing to stand around and merely observe the mail rather than actually discover anything. "On that subject, is anyone actually going to open it?"

That jolted everyone into action, and a pair of bolt cutters was quickly pulled from a tool box, snipping open the thick twine that held the object together.

"Bloody hell!" "Goodness me!" "Fuck!" "Watch out!" "It is a letter!"

Many different exclamations filled the air as the twine parted between the blades of the bolt cutters and the object popped open to reveal the largest envelope anyone had ever seen in their lives.

It was so large that someone pulled out a measuring tape, revealing that it was an astonishing fifteen feet across by ten feet wide. "How do we even open it?" One of the men asked, not relishing the idea of having to flip the envelope over to find the flap.

"Just pull there, on the tab!" Marion said brightly. "It says it right there!"

Everyone paused what they were doing and turned to look at her. "Where does it say that?" Tom Tipper asked.

"There, on the top."

Everyone turned to look at the letter. There, next to some scrapes and dark marks on the paper, was what appeared to be a pull-tab poking out of the top of the letter. "Where?"

"There!" Marion motioned with her bucket, pointing towards the marks on the paper. "It says it clear as day!"

Everyone looked closer. It was not clear at all what they were supposed to be looking at.

"See! There!" Marion was insistent that something was written:

The men didn't want to press the issue further, (Gordon did, but was silently overruled by the foreman, who did Not want to deal with that right now) and the tab was pulled. It was incredibly difficult to do so - the paper would not tear properly, and two men eventually had to pull it open far enough that a box cutter could cut it open.

Inside was more of the same: two sheets of paper, normal in almost every way except for the fact that they were bigger across than two men laid end to end, and taller than Tom Tipper's lorry.

Confused noises was all anyone could make, once the sheets were laid out on the ground. (Mercifully, they were single sided)

"Who mails a letter in gibberish?"

"What a funny idea for a joke."

"A joke? I almost put my back out getting it in the lorry!"

"It's not a joke - look there, there's a phone number."

"Looks like no phone number I've ever seen..."

*smack* "You ninny! That's an American number - didn't they teach you anything in school?"

"Ow!"

Gordon rolled his eyes dramatically. It was obviously not gibberish, but he had no idea what it actually was.

Looking over at Marion, however, it seemed like she did. Her mouth was moving as she appeared to read the letter with no difficulty. "Do you know what is says?" He asked quietly as the men argued.

"I have a cousin?" She said in reply.

"What?" Asked the foreman, who hadn't been expecting Marion to say anything.

"The letter - it's from one of my cousins! I didn't know I had any."

"You know what this says?" It might have been the foreman, or it might have been Tom; they both spoke at the same moment.

"Of course! It's from one of my cousins!" The steam shovel said as though it were obvious. "He lives in America and wants me to write to him because he didn't know I was still 'round."

She paused, and nobody spoke to fill the silence. "I should write him back. Does anyone have any paper?"

"You got all that... from those squiggles?" That was from Tom Tipper, who really should have a mail route to get back to. "I can't tell what from what there."

"That's not squiggles!" Marion protested. "It's International Shovel - everyone knows that!"

A sudden silence fell over everyone. "International what?" One of the workmen asked.

Marion goggled at the men for a minute, before turning to Gordon for help. "Come on... everyone speaks Shovel, right?"

Gordon took a long moment to compose himself. "Marion... I don't think that... whatever language that is... is a universal language."

"You mean..." Marion was aghast. "You lot don't speak it?"

"Speak it?" The foreman said. "I've never even 'eard of it!"

Marion actually gasped at that, and Gordon had to his whistle in order to keep the discussion from devolving further. "All right!" He said as firmly as he could. "Perhaps, instead of shouting about it, like children, we could, oh I don't know, ask Marion about this? I do seem to recall that we have an hour at least." He finished his sentence with a withering glare at the foreman.

"Oh!" Said Marion, who perked back up in an instant. "Well, International Shovel is something that they taught us, back at the factory in Ohio - that way we could work anywhere in the world and could still communicate; I can speak it as well, but it's not something that you could learn - you haven't a boom arm or anything like that! But anyways..."

It took most of the day and some of the afternoon for the P-Way train to eventually reach Tidmouth, and Gordon was finally able to be rid of the workmen and their coaches. The only member of the team that he was somewhat reluctant to say farewell to was Marion; he left her in a quiet siding near the coaling stage before his crew rolled him to the water tower and began filling his tank.

The sun was just beginning to go down, and with most of the evening commuter trains having left, the yard was peaceful...

"Oh damn and blast, you stupid machines!"

For all of a moment. The water tower was near the staff carpark, and the City of Tidmouth had been trying to dig up a broken storm sewer pipe since before Gordon had gone to the works. When he'd left there had been a small break in the asphalt, made by jackhammers; now a deep chasm stretched many yards into the earth. Two excavators were on-site, and they were clearly not on the same page as the workmen - as evidenced by the large chunk of broken pipe dangling out of the dirt in one of the digger's buckets.

The bigger of the two machines protested in very broken English - if Gordon didn't know any better he'd say it was with a German accent.

"You said not to dig there! So we didn't!"

"No you numpty! I said to dig nine... feet." The City Foreman hung his head in his hands. "Two braincells between us lot and nobody speaks German?" He asked rhetorically to his staff.

His workers shrugged. Gordon got the feeling that the foreman was lucky that the men spoke English.

Then he had a thought. "Excuse me," He said, drawing the construction worker's attention. "But I think Marion might be able to translate."

"The old shovel? Really?" The man asked.

"Oh yes," Gordon hadn't missed how both excavators had perked up the instant the word Shovel had been mentioned.

Several of the men walked over to where Marion was, and by the time that Gordon steamed away from the water tower, she was animatedly conversing with both diggers in what Gordon assumed was International Shovel - it consisted of many noises that he didn't know Marion could make, and involved much waving of booms and buckets.

He lost sight of them as he was driven into the shed, but as he was turned on the turntable, he could see that the construction work was going much more smoothly.

The trip from the VAB to Pad 39B took a full day to complete, and fighting boredom was key - not for Apollo, oh no, but rather for his cargo, who tended to squirm when she was bored.

Considering that his 'cargo' was strapped to several million pounds of liquid and solid rocket fuel, squirming had to be kept to a bare minimum.

And naturally, nobody else in the entire space agency had an interesting thing to say.

So it was up to the massive Crawler-Transporter to keep Atlantis occupied.

Yay.

"I'm bored!" Came the voice from far atop the rocket stack.

"Have you considered not being bored?"

"Sounds boring."

It was a well-rehearsed song and dance by this point - the sun was starting to slip below the horizon. "I'd try talking, but everything I say is apparently old news."

"I said that three hours ago! Something has to have happened between now and then!"

"Do you want me to read you the Finance section of USA Today?" Crackled Discovery's voice over the CAPCOM radio circuit. "I have no other print literature here."

"No!" Atlantis shuddered slightly, causing Apollo to grimace. "Why do you only have that?"

"Because my copies of Playboy were confiscated at the door- what? No, I will not give you the microphone, I am CAPCOM, not you. Now that's just juvenile, Morton, don't touch-"

The circuit closed abruptly, and everyone listening to it rolled their eyes as one.

"You know, if we locked them in a room together they'd probably have a great double act." Atlantis mused

"You just want to see Disco beat the tar out of him."

"And?"

"Fair point."

There was silence for a few more minutes as they slowly crawled past the turnoff for Pad 39A. Atlantis caught sight of the much, much closer launchpad, and groaned in boredom, causing the entire stack to vibrate.

"Did I tell you that I found another cousin?" Apollo said in an attempt to occupy the antsy orbiter.

"How do you find a cousin?"

"Thought she was dead. She lives in England."

"Oh, that bites."

"Not going to dispute that. She seems like she's doing fine though; she's on that Island from Shining Time Station."

"Sodor? No way."

"I thought the same thing. Turns out she's happy and healthy - still has her boiler even, which is astounding in this day and age."

"She’s steam powered? That's... honestly impressive - does she just not want to upgrade, or..?"

"Couldn’t say; she wrote in one long unending sentence - couldn’t stop talking about dirt and digging. I'm going let Captain finesse the details out of her."

Atlantis was going to say something more, but then the radio crackled again. "Morton, this will hurt you much more than it will hurt me. Put the microphone down-"

There was a noticeable pause, only broken by the churning of the gravel underneath Apollo's treads, as everyone listening to the CAPCOM circuit stared in bewilderment.

"Are they... actually fighting?" One of the support trucks called up to Atlantis from the ground.

"I don't know..." The orbiter trailed off as she tried to raise her brother on a private channel. "I hope he's winning."

It took about three hours for them to cover the last mile to pad 39B, and four hours for the details of the fight between Discovery and the Director of the Kennedy Space Center to come out.

If nothing else, Apollo mused much, much later, it did keep Atlantis occupied for the rest of the trip.

#ttte #sodor #sodor shenangians #fic #ttte gordon #ttte marion #worldbuilding kinda #worldbuilding #sentient vehicle headcanon #sentient vehicles #sentient trains #space shuttles #okay in case you didn’t know Marion was built by the same company that built the space shuttle crawler-transporters #so they're cousins

[naseemredhorn]

“But Fjord and Jester had no buildup, she loved him in the Pirate Arc, he broke her heart, and he gave her a unicorn and then they’re together?! Make it make sense!” Alright I’m game, here’s the major Fjord and Jester moments post-pirate arc that developed them as a relationship (keep in mind not all of these are romantic, just indicative of a development, but they get romantic towards the end):

1) In the HFB, Fjord says he can’t leave Jester behind

2) Entering the Xhorhouse for the first time, Jester offers to paint Fjord a mural and for him to room with her and Beau

3) At Deepriver, Fjord calls Jester his lieutenant and they harass the mining foreman together for fun 

4) On the way to the giants’ home, Fjord mentions that Jester uses her magic to heal the party all the time and she deserves one of the more powerful healing potions. Jester refuses and offers it back as “a spell from her”

5) On the way back to Deepriver, Fjord and Jester play out the foreman’s letters to his lover to humiliate him and have fun doing so

6) After Fjord talks to Wursh, Jester double checks nothing Wursh said hurt him and agrees that Fjord has a good heart

7) At Overcrow Apothecary, Jester stares at Fjord when he is having oil applied to his body. Later on, when Jester is distracted as a moth, Fjord becomes increasingly worried the longer she is away and immediately gives a distraction when she crashes onto the street

8) Fjord kisses Jester on the cheek during the fight in the Barbed Fields to which she bluescreens

9) Fjord helps Jester climb the giant tree diving after her the second she falls even though they have allies to catch her and uses all of his magic to get her up

10) Fjord confides in Jester about losing his powers to which Jester declares she will do anything to get him away from Uk’otoa and this gives Fjord the support and confidence he needs to break his pact and come clean to the group about the things Jester has always known about him

11) Jester ogles and messes up her words at new shirtless paladin Fjord

12) Fjord continuously checks with Jester in the HFB about her fears of missing Travelercon

13) When Fjord sneaks ahead at the Cathedral of the Dawn, Jester takes his hand to ask him to be careful

14) At Zadash, Jester confides in Fjord if she should use the group’s valuable time to ask about her dad to which Fjord says she should prioritize what she wants and that he will make sure they take the time to make it happen instead of letting the chance pass them by

15) Fjord goes back with Jester to collect Marion after interrogating Essek and offers to go out with her to eat for the night instead of meeting up with the others

16) Fjord dies and upon hearing Beau scream, Jester immediately drops her 6th level spell to reach him. She is panicking the entire time he is dead and kisses him on the forehead when he is revived. When she asks to touch him to check for the orb, he says he enjoys it, and he holds her hand as he goes through the painful process of having the orb removed.

17) So much of Travlercon

18) The unicorn moment

So there you go, major moments of development, vulnerability, and concern between the two of them that were not crumbs and indicative of at the very least deep friendship if not romantic intent that clearly show the trajectory of their development and split pretty evenly between the two of them as to who was initiating and who was the subject of concern/affection. You don’t like the ship, perfectly fine, but don’t pretend like none of this ever happened.

#fjorjester #fjorester #critical role #cr fjord #jester lavorre #cr discourse

[sleuthomatic]

A timeline for Harper - Part 1

December 17, 2042 - Ava Marion Giddens is born in Raleigh, North Carolina. Her father is a foreman at a cigarette factory, and her mother is a high school history teacher. She’s the youngest of three kids, with older twin brothers in elementary school. She begins her life in a small town outside of Raleigh.

She’s partly named after her neighbor, Miss Marion, an elderly widow who’s been a friend of the Giddens family for ages. While her parents are working and before she’s old enough to go to school, Ava spends a lot of her time with Miss Marion. Since her grandparents aren’t in her life, she thinks of Miss Marion as her grandmother. Although she lives very simply, Miss Marion is rumored to have a fortune from her late husband’s successful uranium mining ventures. What money she does spend is on caring for her friends and neighbors. When Ava’s dad was injured in a work accident, Miss Marion covered the hospital bill. Ava still remembers her mother trying to refuse, and weeping with gratitude when Marion insisted.

2048 - Ava begins reading the Nancy Drew books and immediately decides she wants to be a detective when she grows up.

She continues to be friends with Miss Marion, who promises every once in a while to make sure Ava and her family are well taken care of someday. It’s only when she’s older that Ava understands this means financially — although they’re not poor, the Giddens family is in considerable debt.

2052 - Ava is in fifth grade. When she’s not playing softball or gossiping with her chums about boys, she and her best friends run an amateur detective agency. They hold office hours on the playground, keep their files in Ava’s backpack (written on bright pink paper decorated with stickers), and accept payment in either candy, or quarters for the candy machines. They help their classmates recover lost items, spy on unfaithful puppy crushes, and occasionally settle disputes about just who has control of the girls’ bathroom.

When Ava suspects that a school board official is accepting bribes from a local business tycoon, she breaks into his office to investigate. The good news: She was right, and the official gets in big trouble. The bad news: Ava gets in even bigger trouble. Giddens Detective Agency is shut down for good. Ava is heartbroken for a little while, but has moved on by the time middle school rolls around.

2056 - Miss Marion passes away. Her distant, wealthy relatives from Morrisville turn up to snap up her fortune and her home, and leave a bad impression on the whole neighborhood, to which Marion had always been such a blessing. Despite her grief, Ava feels there’s something fishy about how fast they moved in and how the will left nothing to the community that Marion had devoted her life to improving, or the people she loved.

In her free time after school, she tries to do some digging, find out what she can about the will. She comes to suspect that the will read in court was a forgery produced by the Morrisville relatives. When she’s caught exploring Miss Marion’s house, trying to open up a secret compartment she found in an old clock, the relatives turn up and call the police to have her arrested for trespassing.

She isn’t charged, but she gets a stern talking-to from the precinct detective. And an even worse one from her mother, who orders her to stop snooping in others’ private affairs. Ava is bitter about this for some time. She’s convinced that the secret compartment held the real will of Miss Marion, and regrets that she’ll never know for sure.

But, soon enough high school is on the horizon, and Ava has dreams of becoming a jazz singer.

#ava harper #headcanons #fallout 4 oc #out of office [ooc] #faq: You stole this plot from Nancy Drew. A: Yes and?

[amongussussyimpostors]

The Patriot - Critical Response

The Patriot is a 2000 Roland Emmerich film which takes place during the American Revolutionary Wars. Its main character is Captain Benjamin Martin, who is at first reluctant to fight, but when his son is killed by British soldiers, he embarks on a rampage. It was the intention of the movie’s producers to produce a fictional story with a historically accurate backdrop. This response will examine the movie’s depiction of British soldiers in addition to the character of Benjamin Martin. 

The British Army officers in the film are villainized to an extreme degree, especially Colonel Tavington who is based on the real life officer General Sir Banastre Tarleton. Within the movie, Tavington is displayed as a ruthless military leader who committed horrible atrocities during the Revolutionary War against American soldiers and civilians. Most notably, the movie depicts the Colonel ordering his men to set fire to the home of Benjamin Martin for helping both American and English wounded. He also proceeded to shoot the wounded American soldiers. These acts obviously are clear violations of the Rules of War. The most cruel atrocity in the movie can be considered the massacre in which Colonel Tavington ordered his men to lock the entirety of a village’s civilian population into a church, and then to burn the church down. All of the aforementioned acts are all under debate and no real conclusion has been found with regards to whether or not the events actually occurred or not [Hodges, 2015]. It has been said by journalists that there has been no evidence of Tarleton ever breaking the rules of war. The movie has had a lot of backlash from the United Kingdom for comparing the British Army to the Nazis who are truly the ones who committed horrendous atrocities against millions of civilians all over Europe [Foreman, 2000].

The movie’s main character is Benjamin Martin who is based on Brigadier General Francis Marion who was a plantation owner and British Army officer before joining the Continental Army and then the South Carolina Militia. Brigadier General Marion is credited for being one of the key founders of modern guerilla warfare with his irregular operations which he conducted in South Carolina against the British as the head of a militia unit. The movie displays Martin’s exploits as successful and genial, many of which in Marion’s case were too. However, the movie makes it clear to the audience that the British soldiers and officers are evil, commit terrible crimes and violate the Rules of War constantly while the Americans were righteous almost all the time with a few hiccups. British historian Christopher Hibbert claimed that people like Marion committed atrocities as bad, if not worse than the British, making the movie’s depiction and villainization of the British completely unfair [The Guardian, 2000]. Aside from war crimes, the character of Benjamin Martin did not own slaves, instead had paid workers to work his plantation. However, the real-life Francis Marion was actually a keen slave owner who had a lot of them on his plantation [The Guardian, 2000] . Ironically, during the war, most of his slaves escaped his plantation and joined the British side. 

In conclusion, The Patriot is a film full of inaccuracies simply because the producers aims were to glorify the American rebels and villainize the British and Loyalists. Of course the producers could say that they were simply focusing on fictional characters and units whose actions were isolated from the rest of their respective armies. However, the movie’s impact on the audience’s perception of historical events is now corrupted heavily with the unrealistic dehumanization of British Army Officers.

Sources: 

1. Hodges, Nick (2015) “History Buffs: The Patriot” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBuvmidN8Dc (Accessed 05.06.2022)

2. Foreman, Jonathan (2000) “The Nazis, er, the Redcoats are coming!” https://www.salon.com/2000/07/03/patriot_3/  (Accessed 05.06.2022)

3. The Guardian (2000) “Mel Gibson's latest hero: a rapist who hunted Indians for fun” https://www.theguardian.com/film/2000/jun/15/news.melgibson  (Accessed 05.06.2022)

[dongtopus]

My friend, I've been reading some more The Corpse & the Spider and absolutely loving it (just finished chapter 7).

I wanted to ask, should I go through the chapters proper and only after that check out the loktober prompts? What do you recommend?

Anyway just letting you know I'll be coming for you later today with some proper feedback and finally answering these, now that I've read some more.

Get ready son I'm coming!

oh shit!

with regards to the LoKtober Prompts, they are to be viewed as a separate entity to the current story, but some do have massive story relevance.

I do plan to go through them once they're all done (i'm still slowly working on Vermilion, which will show what the 'old energy' is like in the human city)

As they are, the prompts can be taken as a garnish. Most of them show pre-events, such as Marion meeting Vivian for the first time, or the event which crippled Victor, and others are later story beats, like Knell's Pyre Suicide I am now going through so i can link the relevant pieces for this answer

Knell's human life events which include the death of his child, leading onto his mental collapse and murder of his wife; This poem about his tomb, His raising, and Baptism in the necropolis.

I have a few pieces which are directly linked, but aren't set up to be part of the current story because of their timing. I have a good number that revolve around the Necropolis, such as the infection and mass death of the nearby town of Oldwood, who are then Culled.

I have a few pieces which look at a slightly parted area on this universe, specifically at Khol, the northern Volcano-mine.

Bloody Kisses looks at the event which caused Britol to be turned from human apprentice to Vampire

Heart-Shaped Box was just a nice standalone moment for Oyul to show off some of his carpentry skills.

Monster Takes a look at the lead foreman of the Kholean mine, Aerus'Ol

This prompt list also lead to the creation of new beings in this universe, like the Ouroboros

I think that's probably a good all around list?

I had some difficulty finding particular posts like Wine Red though. I may have to create a post which lists all of them in order

I look forward to your feedback!

Additions to this post include:

The Vampire Pirate, Captain Alistaire Andino.

A long time friend of Marions, a Faun who lives in a magically shrouded woods

#thank you for the ask #i didn't beleive i even had one #i never get them! #The corpse and the spider #loktober 2021

[ecoamerica]

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[wariofranchisefanblog]

Heya! Instead of being slow this time, I thought I’d immediately show you Foreman Spike’s sprites!

Foreman Spike’s character select pose makes him look like a serious individual… until you look at his Level Up and Albatross/Eagle Animations, as well as Bogey one. (which gets an amused chuckle from me)

I’m still kind of surprised Foreman Spike even got in Mobile Golf. Kind of makes me wish he’d return.

As another note, I managed to not only rip all of the playable characters from Mario Golf GBC, but also Mobile Golf! It was quite a challenge, but it was fun! Almost sad that it’s over now. I think I might try and rip the Clubhouse graphics next. After that, I’m gonna move on to Mario Tennis GBC. (did you know the Clubhouse in Mobile Golf is called the “Net Clubhouse?” I didn’t. I thought it was the “Marion Clubhouse” at first.)

Submitted by @thewispguy

Awesome, thanks a lot for sharing it here, big Foreman Spike and Wrecking Crew fan right here!

I might just like his Par animation the most, especially the eye shine.

#Mario Golf #Wrecking Crew #Foreman Spike #submission

[forevenge]

multimuse     feat.     characters     from     rockstar’s     2018     RED DEAD REDEMPTION  2.    

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send     me     ask     memes.     i     love     them!     shipping     needs     chemistry.     i     love     discussing     dynamics     (     romantic     or     platonic     )     and     all     that.     low     (ish)     activity.     death,    violence,     gore,     and    many    other    hard    topics    will    be    present    here.     if     it’s     covered     in     the     game,     then     it’s     likely     covered     here.    NOT     SPOILER     FREE.     i     probably     won’t     tag     any     unless     it’s     requested     since     the     game’s     two     years     old.     icon     psd     credit:     somresources

LENNY SUMMERS.     (     age     19.    outlaw. wanted     for     murder. joined     the     van     der     linde     gang     only     a     year     prior     to     the     game’s     story.  )

 ARTHUR MORGAN.     (     age     36.  outlaw. van     der     linde’s     prime     enforcer. wanted     for     murder,     assault,     and     robbery.     )          

SADIE ADLER.     (     age     29     during     the     events     of     rdr2. widow. she     was     rescued     by     the     gang     after     her     home     was     attacked     by     colm     o'driscoll’s     boys. she     swore     to     kill     every     last     one     of     them     in     a     classic     tale     of     revenge.     )   

ABIGAIL ROBERTS.     (     age     22     during     the     events     of     rdr2.    a     good     thief.    member     of     the     van     der     linde     gang     and     the     mother     of     jack     marston.     )

MARY-BETH GASKILL.     (     age     21.    pickpocket.     aspiring     writer     and     lover     of     romance     novels.     )

MARION ‘BILL’ WILLIAMSON.     (     age     33     during     the     events     of     rdr2.    outlaw.     crass     and     foul-mouthed     ,     williamson     is     an     ex military     man     and     loyal     follower     of     dutch     van     der     linde.     )

MATILDA 'TILLY' JACKSON.     (     age     20.    an outlaw picked up by dutch at age 15 after escaping from a group of outlaws known as the foreman brothers.     )

KAREN JONES.     (     age     25.    scam artist and gunwoman with a love for the outlaw lifestyle.     )

#sorry this post is so long i don't know how to add a read more on mobile #i can fix it later

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Repaying Debt Speculations

So in Talks Machina for Episode 79, there was a question along the lines of what Laura and Liam expected from Essek in terms of the M9 repaying their debt to him. At first I was thinking along the same lines as Liam, that it would be some shady war stuff. However, I came across a comment on reddit that mentioned Den Thelyss and you know what? That makes so much more sense and it would not completely be out of the blue from what we’ve seen of the Dynasty. 

Remember when Professor Waccoh gave them that side mission of humiliating Bodo, the foreman from the mines? And remember how Bodo tried to turn it around on her by offering favors from his Den? Also, the M9 were only able to get an audience with the Bright Queen that first time after doing tasks for Den Olios. 

It seems heavily implied that the Dens are constantly attempting to gain political favor and prestige for themselves (and possibly over other dens). But it may be impolite, especially during a war to be trying to score points on each other. Insert the M9 who seem to excel at taking folks down a peg (see Bodo, see Marion’s stalker, Algar). Plus, if you are on team Essek-is-a-good-guy, the M9 having to do some petty shit on his behalf would probably only endear him more to the group, lol.

Also, going the palace intrigue route allows Matt to introduce more characters, most notably the traitor to the Dynasty (that is if we haven’t already been introduced to them yet). 

#critical role #essek thelyss #essek #xhorhas #kryn dynasty #and things

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okay okay can we also talk about

fjord and jester being absolutely so in sync when faking out morro, just like we’ve seen before (from breaking into the high richter’s house in zadash way back to intimidating the foreman a few episodes ago); they just work so well together and are able to play off each other without hesitation

the playfulness over fjord taking the reins of the moorbounder, they’re just so #married

jester’s laser focus on keeping fjord alive in that fight, taking strength from her feelings for him and being extra careful to direct her attacks so she wouldn’t hurt him, and immediately jumping on the second creature to attack him because she’s not going to let him get hurt

fjord watching jester when they’re talking about her mother, and the  concern on his face because he knows jester’s worrying and he’s probably worrying too - he went hard back in nicodranas to keep marion safe and it’s probably killing him that he can’t do anything now to help her or to really ease jester’s mind

he’s a good son-in-law worrying about his girl’s mama, is what I’m saying

and okay I’m still not over it

the kiss, the softness, the “thanks, jessie” that basically had hearts drawn all round it, jester’s shock and laura’s absolute delight

laura set up the slow-burn and laid down the gauntlet and travis said “challenge accepted” and picked it up with glee and I am loving every. single. moment. 

#critical role #cr spoilers #fjorester #fjord #jester lavorre #otp: we take care of each other #this arc has been so damn good to us

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