#byron walsh

[blueshistorysims]

June 1923, London, England

It seemed as if Wilhelmina and Jack’s party had awoken some sort of hedonist spirit within him. Any previous attempts he’d tried to make with his duties as a peer were forgotten—not that it mattered anyway, most people in the House of Lords disliked him regardless. The Ritz became his home base, splitting his time between the hotel and the house of various friends, both old and new. 

Within three months, he was sure that he’d nearly tripled the number of people he’d had sex with, which Giselle and Francesca had mercilessly teased him about, but it had many advantages, and it seemed like with every new person he shared a bed, he received two invitations to social events, whether it be parties, dinners, soirees, etc. Being around people with similar tastes and interests also allowed him to find suggestions and people read the work he’d done in person, not just via letters, and by the middle of June, he felt that his translation and commentary of The Epic of Gilgamesh was good enough to be sent to the publishers and editors.

Giselle, on the other hand, after months of slaving day and night in her sewing room as Francesca handled sales and customers, it seemed that their little boutique was taking off, and most women living in Central London were seen wearing some of her designs. 

Shortly after opening one morning, a woman dressed finely walked into the shop, inquiring for a party dress. Francesca, who still setting up their latest model, looked surprised. No one came this early in the morning.

“Good morning, ma’am, how can I help you?”

“Um, is Miss Walsh in?”

“Oh, yes, she’ll be down in a moment or so.” She chuckled. “She likes to sleep in.”

The other woman smirked as she looked around. “A friend of a friend recommended this place, and I can see why now. These are lovely.”

Francesca beamed with pride. 

Giselle stepped out from her sewing studio, looking surprised that they already a had customer. “Oh, good morning, I hope you weren’t waiting long.”

“No, of course not. Miss Walsh?”

“That would be me.”

She sighed in relief. “Oh, thank you. I’m attending a party, and I was hoping to get a dress. I was told you do custom designs for customers.”

“Yes, um we can head back for measurements now if you wish, Ms…”

“Lady Lyton.”

Francesca’s eyes widened. The Countess of Lyton was their dress shop! Giselle looked less impressed, only giving Francesca a side glance. “Oh, I’m sorry, your ladyship, I wasn’t aware.” She turned to her partner. “There’s a countess in our dress shop.”

“We’ve had a duke.”

“Your brother doesn’t count.”

The Countess raised a brow. “Walsh… Your brother is the Duke of Feldsbury?”

“Yes. Have you met him?”

“I first met him at a party two months ago—we are mutual friends with Mrs. Jack Porter. He’s a bit of a Casanova, but he's handsome, very intelligent, and makes delightful conversation.” She smirked. “My husband, on the other hand, finds him impertinent.” 

Francesca snickered. 

“That sounds like my brother. …He was forced to accept the title and its responsibilities when not even being aware of it until after the war, so he cares very little of what society thinks of him and will likely do everything in his power to dredge the name of the late duke.”

The Countess nodded. “Well, I never liked the late duke.”

“Well, back to your request, your ladyship. When is the party?” Giselle asked, grabbing her notepad and pencil.

“Four days from now.”

Giselle frowned. “And you want a custom dress?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry, but a custom design and pattern would at least take me two weeks, my lady.”

Lady Lyton sighed. “Oh. I see.”

“Well,” Francesca interrupted, gesturing to the dress she’d just set up, “I saw you admiring this, and Miss Walsh only finished it yesterday. There is no other dress like it, and tailoring at most only takes a few days if we do measurements now.”

Giselle nodded eagerly. “Yes, and if you wish, I could add some extra embellishments if desired, and it could be ready to be picked up the morning of your party.”

The Countess looked impressed. “You ladies know how to work a deal.” She glanced at the dress. “I will be telling everyone I know about the Duke of Feldbury’s sister and her delightfully modern dress shop.”

Giselle and Francesca couldn’t help but beam. 

#the walshes #the walsh legacy #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 decades #sims 4 historical #sims 4 decades challenge #ts4 story #ts4 historical #sims 4 history challenge #history simblr #ts4 decades challenge #ts4 1920s #1920s #tw sex mention #byron living up to his name sake fr 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 #giselle walsh #francesca pace #byron walsh

[evviejo]

thirteen’s era appreciation: 243/?

#dwedit #doctor who #the doctor #thirteen #thirteenth doctor #yasmin khan #graham o'brien #ryan sinclair #mary shelley #lord byron #the haunting of villa diodati #jodie whittaker #mandip gill #bradley walsh #tosin cole #lili miller #jacob collins-levy #13seraappreciation #my gifs #thirteen* #yaz* #graham* #ryan*

[deputygonebye]

Sometimes Shane wonders about what happened to his dad, wonders why he left him and his mom, wonders why he loved them so little. Sometimes Shane wishes he could meet him, good old Jonathan Walsh, and show him exactly what his carelessness caused. Maybe they'd talk. Maybe they'd sort out all the differences. Maybe Shane would get the chance to punch Jonathan and release all the hurt of having to grow up without a father around. Left to be confused and scared and called the son of a bastard.

But Jonathan wasn't entirely to blame. Annie had her faults, too. She wasn't the mother of the year in King County. Bare minimum doesn't excuse her terrible habits, no amount of kisses from the past could heal the wounds that Annie left. But Shane finds comfort in that she did more than Jonathan. In the very least was there at the start, didn't leave him completely, was close enough to visit. Underneath a tombstone, next to Byron and Jean, but still within King County.

Sometimes Shane hates his father so much. Only knows his face from an old photo that Jean held onto and put into an album, one single photo, but sees him in the faces of the Walkers that are put down. Brown hair and curls like his, brown eyes, light freckles across the neck. Sometimes Shane hopes he's dead. Preferably from those Geeks who prowl, torn and ripped to pieces, screaming in agony. But sometimes Shane feels sorry for Jonathan. Hopes he's happy wherever he is, wherever he ended up, hopes he found the dreams that he couldn't find with his son and wife. Sometimes, but not every time.

Sometimes Jonathan Walsh crosses his son's mind. And when he does, he lingers for awhile.

#Heart Of A Soldier || Headcanon #// Everyone in town looks at Shane and remembers #// They see the resemblance and almost call for Jonathan #// Old lovers of Jonathan's recall the past and think back

[bluseum]

also why is everyone in the skellington book called [place name] [latin word] [adjective]

Derek very evidently names characters like any good lazy D&D player, random name generators and dictionaries. He doesn't seem to see a problem with

Abyssinia

Adam Brate

Adedayo Akinde

Adrasdos

Adrian Sykes

Adrienna Shade

Ajuoga

Alan

Alan (Boyle Solutions)

Alan Brennan

Alena Metz

Alesha Walsh

Alexander Remit

Alexander Slake

Alice Edgley

Aloysius Vespers

Amalia

Amity

Amity's Wife

Anathem Mire

The Ancients

Anguish

Anna

Annie Brennan

Anton Shudder

Arabella Wicked

Argeddion

Argento

Argus

Armiger Fop

Arthur Dagan

Ashione

Ashley Hubbard

Aspen

Assegai

Category:Assistants

Audoen

Auger Darkly

Aurnia

Auron Tenebrae

Aurora Jane

Category:Australians

Avatar

Avaunt

Axelia Lukt

Axle

Azzedine Smoke

Badstreet

Bagatelle

Baritone

Baron Vengeous

Bartholomew

Basher

Batu

The Beast

Bennet Troth

Benzel Travestine

Bernadette Maguire

Bernard Sult

Bertrand Solus

Beryl Edgley

Billy-Ray Sanguine

Binder Firm

Bison Dragonclaw

Black Annis

Boiler

Brennock

Brides of Blood Tears

Bridget

Brobding

Brock

Bruno

Bubba Moon

Burgundy Dalrymple

The Butcher

Byron Grace

Cadaver Cain

Cadaverous Gant

Caelan

Caisson

Caius Caviler

Cameron Light

Cark

Carol Edgley

Carol Edgley (Reflection)

Cassandra Pharos

Caste

Cathy

Cathy (The Button)

Category:Cats

Cerise

Ceryen

Cerys

Charivari

Charlie Smith

Child of the Faceless

China Sorrows

China's Assistant

China's Grandmother

Chrissy Brennan

Christophe Nocturnal

Civet

Clagge

Clarabelle

Cleaver

Clement Gale

Clerihew Montgomery

Coda Quell

Colleen Stint

Collup

Colm Muldoon

Conor Delaney

Corrival Deuce

Cothernus Ode

Crab

Craddock Sirroco

Crasher

Crepuscular Vies

Creyfon Signate

Crystal Edgley

Cu na Gealaí Duibhe

Dacanay

Daffyd Maybury

Dai Maybury

Daisy

Damocles Creed

Danny

Darian Vector

Darquesse

Dasher

Daveth Maybury

Davina Marr

Davit Maybury

Davon Maybury

Deacon Maybury

Death Monkey

Dedrich Wahrheit

Delafonte Mien

Desmond Edgley

Destrier

Detective Harris

Devoted

Dexter Vex

Dicer

Dima

Dionysus Pertinax

Doctor Whorl

Donegan Bane

Doran Purcell

Dragunov

Dreylan Scarab

Dubhóg Ni Broin

Duenna

The Dullahan

Dusk

Eachan Meritorious

Eamon Campbell

Eamon Pearce

Ed Stynes

Eddie Sullivan

Edgley Tempest

Edwina

Eliza Scorn

Elsie O'Brien

Elwood Satchel

Emmeline Darkly

Emmett Peregrine

Category:End of the World characters

Category:Energy-Throwers

The Engineer

Ephraim Tungsten

Erskine Ravel

Esryn Vanguard

Etta Faulkner

Evoric Cudgel

Faceless Ones

Father Reynolds

Fergus Edgley

Ferrente Rhadaman

Filament Sclavi

Finbar Wrong

Fintan Muldoon

Flaring

Fletcher Renn

Flint

Forby

Frightening Jones

Gall

Gary Price

Gavin Praetor

Ged

Category:Generals

Geoffrey Scrutinous

Gepard

Gepard Voke

Geraint Mizzle

Gerontius

Ghastly Bespoke

Ghastly Bespoke's father

Ghastly Bespoke's mother

Gladys

Glass

Gleeman Shakespeare

Gordon Edgley

Grace Kelly

Gracious O'Callahan

Graft

Gratio Erato

Gregory Castallan

Gregory Day

Greta Dapple

Griff

Grim

The Grotesquery

Gruesome Krav

Habergeon

Hansard Kray

Hapathy

Harmony

Hayley Skirmish

Hidalgo Bolt

Hieronymus Deadfall

Hoc

Hokum Pete

Hollow Men

Hopeless

Horts

The Hound

Hrishi

Hutchinson

Ian Moore

Ieni

Illori Reticent

Imogen

Infected

Isara

Isidora Splendour

Ivy

Jack Irons

Jackie Earl

Jajo Prave

James Hubbard

Jaron Gallow

Jason Randal

Jasper

Jenan Ispolin

Jeremiah Wallow

Jerry Houlihan

Jerry Ordain

Jethro

The Jitter Girls

Johann Starke

Joost

Kaiven

Kallista Pendragon

Kalvin Accord

Karrik

Kase

Kathryn Ether

Keir Tanner

Keith

Kenny Dunne

Kenspeckle Grouse

Keratin

Kes

Kierre of the Unveiled

Kiln

Kimora

Kitana Kellaway

Korb

Kribu

Krull

Kumo

Laken Cross

Lamour

Lapse

Larks

Larrikin

Lenka Bazaar

Levitt

Liam Muldoon

Lightning Dave

Lillian Agog

Lily

Lord Vile

Lorenzo Mult

Lorien

Luciana

Luke Skywalker

Madame Mist

Madcap Fenton

Magenta

Mahala

Maksy

Mandat

Mantis

Martin Flanery

Master

Maverick Reels

Melancholia St Clair

Melissa Edgley

Mellifluous Golding

Memphis

Mercy Charient

Merriwyn Hyphenate-Bash

Metric

Mevolent

Midnight Blue

Militsa Gnosis

Minion One and Minion Two

Mirk

Misery

Miss Nuncio

Moloch

Moribund

Mortal

Morven

Morwenna Crow

Mr Chou

Mr. Bliss

Mr. Fedgewick

Mr. Jib

Mud

Mulct

Murder Rose

Muriel Hubbard

Myosotis Terra

Myra

Myron Stray

Nathanial Quiver

Nefarian Serpine

Nero

Nestor Tarry

Never

Nixion

Nj Maverick

Noche

Noonan

Nye

Oberon Guile

Oblivious

Obloquy

Octa Gregorian Boona

October Klein

Odetta

Ogre

Oisin

Omen Darkly

Operative

Oscar Nightfall

Owen

Palaver Graves

Parthenios Lilt

Pat Hanratty

Patrick Slattery

Patrick Xebec

Paul Lynch

Paulie

Peg Muldoon

Pennant

Persephone Grief

Pete Green

Petrichor

Phil Lynott

Philomena Random

Ping

Portia

To name a few

#skulduggery pleasant #derek landy #derek's bullshit #ask response #mutual banter

[dyns33]

Loves past, present and future

All the lovely characters I read and wrote about :

Loki (MCU) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore Adam (OLLA) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore

Sherlock Holmes (BBC and Enola Holmes) wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore

Morpheus (Sandman) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him Nigel Colbie (Like Minds) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore Young Carl (The Boat the Rocked) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, no story about him Lord Byron (Mary Shelley) - wrote about him, won't write about im again, no story about him Jon Dondon (Velvet Buzzsaw) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, no story about him

The Corinthian (Sandman) - wrote about him, planning to write again, not reading about him anymore

Venom / Eddie Brock (MCU) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him

Vaas Montenegro (Far Cry 3) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him

Homelander (The Boys) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore

Matt Murdock / Daredevil (MCU) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him Henry (Eat Locals) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore Duke of Crowborough (Downton Abbey) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him Owen Sleater (Broadwalk Empire) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him

Frank Castle / Punisher (MCU) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him Shane Walsh (Walking Dead) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him Julian Kaye (American Gigolo) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him

Din Djarin / The Mandalorian (Star Wars universe) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him Oberyn Martell (Games of Thrones) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him Jack Daniels / Agent Whiskey (Kingsmen) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore Maxwell Lord (Wonder Woman) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him Javi G (The Unbearable weight of massive talent) - wrote about him, planning to write about him again, not reading about anymore Max Philips (Bloodsucking bastards) - never wrote about him, won't write about him, not reading about him anymore Dieter Bravo (The bubble) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him Javier Pena (Narcos) - never wrote about him, won't write about him, not reading about him anymore

Bruce Wayne (The Batman) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore

Poe Dameron (Star Wars universe) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore Miguel O Hara (Spiderverse / MCU) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him Steven Grant / Marc Spector / Jake Lockley (Moon Knight MCU) - wrote about them, maybe one day again, still reading

Tyler Durden (Fight Club) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him Mickey O Neil (Snatch) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him Ladybug (Bullet Train) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him

Agon Kongo (Eyeshield 21) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him

Michael Myers (Halloween) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, still reading about him

Asa Emory (The Collector) - never wrote about him, planning to write, still reading about him

Geralt of Rivia (Witcher) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore

Wade Wilson (Deadpool) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore

Spock (Star Trek) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore

Hannibal Lecter (Hannival NBC) - never wrote about him, won't write about him, not reading about him anymore Nigel (Charlie Countryman) - never wrote about him, won't write about him, not reading about him anymore Elias (Men and Chicken) - never wrote about him, won't write about him, not reading about him anymore One Eye (Valhalla Rising) - never wrote about him, won't write about him, not reading about him anymore

Michael Langdon (AHS) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him Duncan Shepperd (House of cards) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him Jim Mason (The Tribes of Palos Verdes) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him Travelling saleman (La Grande Noirceur) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him Xavier Plympton (AHS) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him Richard (The Last time I saw Richard) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him

#so you all know who I will write again soon #the ones I may write about again one day #and sadly the long gone loves

[dontmeantobepoliticalbut]

Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky’s surprise arrival in Washington on Wednesday for a meeting with President Joe Biden and a speech before Congress has unhinged the always-seething anti-Ukraine Trumpian right, triggering a deluge of snark and grievance. For instance, after the Washington Examiner’s Byron York tut-tutted that Zelensky was about to tell Congress that U.S. aid to Ukraine so far was not enough, the former First Son weighed in with this:

“National conservative” pundit and Newsweek opinion editor Josh Hammer, who played the “obviously Putin is a thug and Ukraine is the victim here, but . . .” game in the early days of the war, went full Putin this time around.

To top it off, Hammer, who shares Zelensky’s Jewish heritage, also accused the Ukrainian President of being a bad Jew—unseemly under any circumstances, but all the more so considering that only a few days earlier, Hammer had been spotted at a New York Young Republicans’ Club Gala in the company of various alt-right types with, shall we say, a complicated relationship to anti-Semitism. (Among them: Rep. Marjorie “Jewish Space Lasers” Taylor Greene, the founders of the white-nationalist website VDARE, and erstwhile Jew-baiting troll Jack Posobiec.)

Hammer’s deputy op-ed editor, progressive-turned-populist Batya Ungar-Sargon (for whom, I must mention, I used to write during her stint as an editor at the Forward), at least made an effort to stay classy while making a de facto pitch for throwing Ukraine under the bus:

That’s more than can be said for the vast majority of the “no money for Ukraine” crowd, from the Daily Wire’s Matt Walsh (“Get this grifting leech out of our country please”) to Tucker Carlson, who referred to Zelensky as a “Ukrainian strip club manager”—apparently because he was dressed in a olive-drab sweatshirt—and asserted that “it may be impossible to imagine a more humiliating scenario for the greatest country on Earth.” He also insisted that Zelensky is seeking not just to “push the Russian army back to pre-invasion borders,” which even Carlson conceded “sounds reasonable,” but to topple Vladimir Putin and bring about “regime change” in Russia. After Zelensky’s speech to Congress, Carlson brought on former Congresswoman Tulsi Gabbard, the “maverick” Democrat from Hawaii, to sing along with his assertions that Zelensky was actually an autocrat muzzling critical media outlets, jailing opposition politicians, and now trying to shut down an entire church because he finds it insufficiently loyal.

(In reality, the situation involving the Moscow-affiliated branch of the Orthodox Church—one of the two Orthodox denominations in Ukraine—is massively complicated; in wartime, there are legitimate security concerns about its clergy’s reported activities in support of the invaders. However, a quote Carlson attributes to Zelensky, threatening “economic and restrictive sanctions [on] any Christian caught worshiping in unapproved ways,” does not seem to have any source other than Carlson himself.)

Then there was this from Red State commentator Brandon Morse, asserting that Zelensky has done much more damage to the United States than the January 6th rioters:

A few other right-wing pundits, including career plagiarist-turned-conspiracy-theory-peddler Benny Johnson and Turning Point USA grifting leech Charlie Kirk, homed in on the really important stuff: Zelensky’s outfit.

Of course Zelensky’s clothes were meant to visually convey the fact that he’s in the middle of a brutal war. When you’re just back from a visit to the front lines in an area that looks like a ghost warscape from World War I come back to life, you’ve earned the right to make that particular fashion statement—even on a visit to Washington, D.C.

But wait, is it a military outfit or a mafia one? The American Spectator’s Melissa Mackenzie has got the goods:

I could go on and on. But perhaps this parade of indecency should come back full circle to a literal obscenity from Don Jr.: a photoshopped image that put a naked Hunter Biden next to Zelensky on the podium addressing Congress. (Warning: this tweet may be hazardous to your eyes.) It’s vile, of course. It’s also the sort of thing you post when you have no substantive way to attack someone.

* * *

The extent and purpose of U.S. military aid to Ukraine is certainly a legitimate subject for debate. Right now, there is a powerful consensus in the United States and Europe that Ukraine, for all the flaws and imperfections of its still-young democracy, is fighting for freedom against an authoritarian Goliath and that its fight is also a fight for the free world and its values.

The question of why the Trumpian populist right is so consumed with hatred for Ukraine—a hatred that clearly goes beyond concerns about U.S. spending, a very small portion of our military budget, or about the nonexistent involvement of American troops—doesn’t have a simple answer. Partly, it’s simply partisanship: If the libs are for it, we’re against it, and the more offensively the better. (And if the pre-Trump Republican establishment is also for it, then we’re even more against it.) Partly, it’s the belief that Ukrainian democracy is a Biden/Obama/Hillary Clinton/”Deep State” project, all the more suspect because it’s related to Trump’s first impeachment. Partly, it’s the “national conservative” distaste for liberalism—not only in its American progressive iteration, but in the more fundamental sense that includes conservatives like Ronald Reagan and Margaret Thatcher: the outlook based on individual freedom and personal autonomy, equality before the law, limited government, and an international order rooted in those values. Many NatCons are far more sympathetic to Russia’s crusade against secular liberalism than to Ukraine’s desire for integration into liberal, secular Europe.

Whatever the reason, the anti-Ukraine animus on the right is quite real and widespread. (When journalist Bari Weiss, who has a largely “anti-woke” following, retweeted a Hanukkah greeting from Zelensky, the responses from her followers in the thread were mostly hostile.) But right now, it also smells of desperation. Ukraine’s cause is still massively popular in the United States, with two-thirds of Americans supportive of sending money and arms. Disingenuous laments about the poor Ukrainians exploited by American and European globalists ring hollow and false when the vast majority of Ukrainians are so clearly determined to resist the invasion. And Zelensky, as the smarter among the aid opponents, like Ungar-Sargon, can see, is a genuine hero: patriotic, incredibly courageous and charismatic, and a speaker so compelling that even congressional right-wingers who initially refused to join in the standing ovations (including Matt Gaetz, Lauren Boebert, and Andrew Clyde) finally rose up during the last portions of his speech.

There’s a nineteenth-century Russian fable called “The Elephant and the Pug” in which a pug yaps furiously at an elephant to get attention and show off how tough it is, while the elephant simply ignores it. Zelensky would obviously be the elephant in this scenario; but that would make the Zelensky haters the pugs—and that’s frankly a hideous insult to pugs.

#us politics #news #the bulwark #2022 #republicans #conservatives #gop #volodymyr zelensky #ukrainian president volodymyr zelensky #ukrainian crisis #ukriane #stand with ukraine #russo ukrainian war #russia #valdimir putin #fuck putin #twitter #tweet #Byron York #donald trump jr. #Josh Hammer #newsweek #Batya Ungar-Sargon #tucker carlson #Orthodox Church #benny johnson #charlie kirk #Melissa Mackenzie

[alightinthelantern]

Books read and movies watched in 2022, and whether I’d recommend them:

Books:

The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle (Stuart Turton): Yes

The Devil and the Dark Water (Stuart Turton): No

At Bertram’s Hotel (Agatha Christie): Yes

A Murder is Announced (Agatha Christie): Eh

The Murder at the Vicarage (Agatha Christie): Yes

Destination Unknown (Agatha Christie): Eh

A Pocket Full of Rye (Agatha Christie): Eh

Pavilion of Women (Pearl S. Buck): Yes

O Caledonia (Elspeth Barker): Yes

The Mask Carver’s Son (Alyson Richman): Yes

(Poetry) Ordinary Words (Ruth Stone): Yes

(Poetry) Thirst (Mary Oliver): No

(Poetry) Howl & Other Poems (Allen Ginsberg): Yes

Movies:

Lady Bird (2017, Greta Gerwig): Yes

High Treason (1929, Maurice Elvey): Eh

Brief Encounter (1945, David Lean): Yes

Les Visiteurs du Soir/The Devil’s Envoys (1942, Marcel Carné): Yes

Casablanca (1942, Michael Curtiz): No

Rear Window (1954, Alfred Hitchcock): Yes

North By Northwest (rewatch) [1959, Alfred Hitchcock]: Yes

Once Upon A Time in America (1984, Sergio Leone): NO

A River Runs Through It (1992, Robert Redford): No

The African Queen (1951, John Huston): No

Tokyo Story (1953, Yasujirō Ozu): Eh

Rebecca (1940, Alfred Hitchcock): No

I Married a Witch (1942, René Clair): No

La Belle et la Bete (1946, Jean Cocteau): No

Medea (1969, Pier Paolo Pasolini): No

The Letter (1940, William Wyler): Yes

Among the Living (1941, Stuart Heisler): No

Johnny Come Lately (1943, William K. Howard): Yes

Thunderbolt (1929, Josef von Sternberg): Yes

The Plane that Disappeared (1961, Reginald Le Borg): No

Larceny (1948, George Sherman): Yes

The Woman in the Window (1944, Fritz Lang): No

The Spiral Staircase (1946, Robert Siodmak): No

High Sierra (1941, Raoul Walsh): No

Raising Arizona (1987, Joel Coen): YES

Close-Up (1990, Abbas Kiarostami): Yes

Night Train to Munich (1940, Carol Reed): Yes

Mister 880 (1950, Edmund Goulding): Yes

Encanto (2021, Jared Bush & Byron Howard): Yes

#personal #films #books #book recs #movie recs

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: March 8, 2024

Lyrics:

Waves, they're pushing you away

And I'd do anything to stay

To take the weight off of your shoulders (shoulders)

Yeah, time (time)

Is not a friend of mine

'Cause in the blink of an eye

We'll be divided by ocean

USA, Tokyo, Amsterdam, Mexico

Oh-oh, oh, oh

Anywhere that you go, I just wanna let you know

Oh-whoa-oh, oh, oh, oh

No place is ever too far

Home is wherever you are

I'll follow you, follow you right out to the edge of the Earth

However, we make it work as soon as you say the word

I'll follow you, follow you right out to the edge of the Earth

Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh

Right out to the edge of the Earth

Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh

Life can take you by surprise

But if I've got you by my side

We can ride every emotion

Oh, USA, Tokyo, Byron Bay, Paris, Rome

Oh-oh, oh, oh

Anywhere that you go, I just wanna let you know

Oh-whoa-oh, oh

No place is ever too far

Home is wherever you are

I'll follow you, follow you right out to the edge of the Earth

However, we make it work as soon as you say the word

I'll follow you, follow you right out to the edge of the Earth

Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh

Right out to the edge of the Earth

Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh

To the edge, to the edge, to the edge, to the edge of the Earth

To the edge, to the edge, to the edge, to the edge of the Earth

I'll follow you, follow you

USA, Tokyo, Amsterdam, Mexico

(To the edge, to the edge, to the edge, to the edge of the Earth)

Oh-oh, oh, oh

Anywhere that you go, I just wanna let you know

(To the edge, to the edge, to the edge, to the edge of the Earth)

Oh-whoa-oh, oh

No place is ever too far

Home is wherever you are

I'll follow you, follow you right out to the edge of the Earth

However, we make it work as soon as you say the word

I'll follow you, follow you right out to the edge of the Earth

Songwriter:

USA, Tokyo, Amsterdam, Mexico (oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh)

Right out to the edge of the Earth

Anywhere that you go, I just wanna let you know (oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh)

Right out to the edge of the Earth

Ooh, ooh-ooh

Peter Walsh / Jason Bovino / Amy Sheppard / George Sheppard / Kyle Sherard Moorman

BandFacts:

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Homepage:

Sheppard

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[boricuacherry-blog]

Adam Walsh - six year old son of John Walsh - was kidnapped in Hollywood, Florida on July 27th, 1981. Fourteen days later, his severed head was the only body part to be discovered. Following the crime, Walsh and his family founded the Adam Walsh Child Resource Center, a non-profit organization dedicated to legislative reform, and eventually merged with the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children (NCMEC), where Walsh still serves on the Board of Directors.

The Walsh family organized a political campaign to help missing and exploited children, which eventually led to the creation of the Missing Children Act of 1982 and the Missing Children's Assistance Act of 1984.

The four-time Emmy nominated made-for-TV movie Adam was seen by over thirty eight million people in October 1983. At the end of each broadcast, a series of missing children's photographs were displayed for viewers, and a phone number was provided if a viewer had any information about them.

One of these photographs was of a young Bizzy Bone [of the rap group Bone-Thugs-n-Harmony].

When Bizzy was four years old, his then-stepfather Byron McCane - former Pittsburgh Steelers fullback - kidnapped Bizzy and his two older sisters. Told that his mother and grandmother were dead, Bizzy was unaware he had been kidnapped and displaced. For nearly two years, Bizzy and his sisters were forced from shelter to shelter, apartment to apartment, car to car and motel to motel, state to state - all while local agencies and eventually the FBI were searching for them.

Prior to being rescued, Bizzy was molested by the son of a friend of Byron. Too young to understand the atrocity of the act, he kept it to himself for years. A neighbor alerted the FBI after she viewed Adam, and at seven years old, Bizzy was reunited with his mother.

But despite the reunion with his family, his troubles were yet to be over. After the reunion, Bizzy became the new stepson to his mother's new husband - another abusive stepfather who was also physically abusive towards Bizzy. When his mother could stand no more of the abuse, she left the new husband and their life behind; Bizzy was placed in a foster home. At thirteen he became involved in street life and gang activity, before forming Bone-Thugs-n-Harmony.

#adam walsh #john walsh #bizzy bone #true crime

[twins2994]

Twins Edge Angels 6-2!

Twins 6 Angels 2 W-Varland (2-0) L-Sandoval (3-3)

The Minnesota Twins lost a close game late in Anaheim in the series opener last night. They looked for a better fate tonight in the second game against the Angels tonight. Donovan Solano started the night with a lead-off single and Carlos Correa worked a walk. With one out, Kyle Farmer lined a run-scoring single to center and Kyle Garlick did the same to double the Twins lead. Willi Castro executed the safety squeeze to perfection and the Twins had a three-run lead before the Angels grabbed a bat. The Angels finally figured out Louie Varland in the fourth as Hunter Renfroe led-off with a single and Brandon Drury lined a double off the right field wall. Jared Walsh hit an RBI groundout to put Anaheim on the board. The Twins got that run back in the sixth as Joey Gallo crushed a Zack Weiss fastball inside the foul pole for a solo homer. Minnesota had a three-run lead and Anaheim came right back. Shohei Ohtani drilled a Louie Varland fastball out to right for a solo shot and the Angels were within two runs again. The Twins got back to work in the seventh as Kyle Farmer led-off with a base hit to right. Trevor Larnach lined a ball down the right field lined for a triple and scored on an error. Two runs ended up scoring on the play and the Twins led 6-2. The Twins bullpen did the rest of the work as Jovani Moran got out of a jam in the sixth, Jorge Lopez fanned two in a clean seventh, and Brock Stewart had a quick 1-2-3 eighth. Jhoan Duran had a scoreless ninth and the Twins picked up the win tonight in Anaheim. 

-Final Thoughts- Louie Varland pitched a nice game then ran into trouble in the sixth. He went five-plus innings and allowed two runs on six hits with a walk and four strikeouts. Jovani Moran got out of a jam in the sixth, Jorge Lopez struck out two in the seventh, and Brock Stewart had a perfect eighth. Jhoan Duran struck out the side in the ninth. Kyle Farmer led the way with three hits on the night. Donovan Solano added two hits. The Twins hit 2-for-10 with runners in scoring position and left eleven men on base. Byron Buxton left the game with leg soreness and needs to quit running the bases so aggresively. Tomorrow. Pablo Lopez faces Shohei Ohtani in the series finale. 

-Chris Kreibich-

#Twins #MnTwins

[blueshistorysims]

December 1923, Henford-on-Bagley, England

“Do you paint every lover you take?”

Eleora looked up from the canvas. “Only the good-looking ones.”

He chuckled. “I wonder what my mother would think of me, dressed in a toga, being painted by a woman in her undergarments.”

“I suppose it would depend on how often you do this.”

He smiled and shook his head. “...I feel as if I’ve known you my whole life, and not a few months. I’ve… never felt this way about anyone before.”

The statement made Eleora stop. Setting down her paints and brushes, she stared at the duke. “Anyone?”

He sat up. “I’m mad for you,” he confessed, unsure why he was telling her this.

“Not even your former wife?”

“No. I don’t think I ever felt such passion for Stella.”

Eleora sighed. “You can’t say such things, Byron.”

“Why not?”

“Because my father would never let me marry a divorced man or a gentile.”

Byron took her hand and embraced her back. “But what about your feelings and desires?”

She looked down. “Is my presence here not evidence enough? I feel as if I am rushing into something so fast I can barely make heads or tails of it. I’ve only known you almost three months, and yet…”

“You can’t deny the passion,” he finished quietly. 

Eleora nodded with a sad smile.

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[winterstorp5]

The Halcyon geological era of Movie industry

In accordance to scores of professionals and citizenry the favorable years of Movie industry was all terminated 1930's and 1940's when the sphere was increasing. Just now in front this point of sentence Hollywood was merely comparable whatever other moving-picture show qualification areas having said that it was shortly after To get with Worldly concern Warfare that it intentional a country of involvement for solitary in the environs. The plain principle was the order of magnitude of harm the European usas experient in the World War and subsequent commercial enterprise challenges faced by them consequently impacting the gesture envision sector. The gesture word-painting force field done this time period was so well-situated and extremely efficient that studios like Paramount, MGM, General, 20th Hundred Throw and RKO stored which includes often More structures to their studios. Much Thomas More than 75 zillion masses equanimous to attend at to the lowest degree one and only special motion characterisation in a 7 days during the top a tenacious prison term of Hollywood. online made lot of patriotic movement pics involving stars equivalent Betty Grable and Caravan Johnson. Parenthesis from the apparent motion pictures there experience been dissimilar little movies and documentaries produced. A respective of the well-known motion pictures of the lucky long time comprise of Memphis Belle: A Tale of a Aflare Fortress guided by William Wyler, Howard Hawks directed videos Police sergeant York, To Hold and Hold Non. The coarseness amid altogether the apparent movement photos of aureate metre period was that nigh completely the movies terminated on a glad respect and loyal ardor, which was favourite by the individuals. The move shots produced during the 1940's are referred to as "film noir" which in the writing circumstance suggests "dark videos". The drift photos were chiefly pessimistic with in truth firmly manlike steer character reference World Health Organization was also a cynic and female person direct character would be likable womanly leadership the males to a dreaded experimental condition. Couple of illustrations of the Moving picture Noir are Alien on the Tierce Flooring guided by Boris Ingster, Higher Sierra guided by Raoul Walsh, Dark of a Dubiety guided by Alfred the Great Alfred Hitchcock and The State Falcon directed by Gospel According to John Huston. The strip over up as well well-liked altogether through that senesce, the emphasise of the cartoon strip cause been duos forming for the continuance of this historic period. A smattering of of the noted duos of stars get been Bobsled Trust and Bing Crosby nicely-known for their apparent movement moving-picture show Road to Singapore, Abbott and Costello, Spencer Tracy and Katharine Hepburn, and James Byron Dean Martin and Krauthead Lewis. The gesticulate pictures that depicted the biography of the westerns passim the catamenia of sentence feature been as well well-liked with the persons or so of the examples existence Garrison Apache and She wore a Jaundiced Thread. By the time these drift pics consume been introduced the bankruptcy of the Hollywood has at the instant commenced owed to the impacts of the war, restiveness and comer of tv equitable to be not in a office to recover later on whole concluded over again. Apart from the flicks thither were many shorter films and documentaries produced. Close to of the famed movies of the favorable mature dwell of Memphis Belle: A Tarradiddle of a Waving Fortress guided by William Wyler, Leslie Howard Hawks directed films Sergeant-at-law York, To Let and Make Non. The commonalty amongst altogether the apparent movement pictures of gilded time period was that virtually altogether the move images all over on a message annotation and patriotic ardor, which was favored by the mass now. The movies created passim the 1940's are referred to as "movie noir" which in the written material context of use unremarkably way "dim flicks".

#online

[sapphichymns]

#DWEdit #Doctor Who #Doctor Who Series 12 #DW Spoilers #Yasmin Khan #Mandip Gill #Ryan Sinclair #Tosin Cole #Graham O'Brien #Bradley Walsh #Jacob Collins-Levy #George Gordon Byron #Lord Byron #My Edits

[deputygonebye]

Jonathan Walsh could never commit himself to anything, least anything that wasn’t a bottle of Jack. Pure Irish blood that flowed within his veins, those in King County couldn’t blame the man entirely for his faults. His parents hadn’t given a damn about him and it showed. Dreams and hopes were always crushed underneath shoe heels. Workers boots like that of which Jonathan’s father Declan wore, tattered and torn from hard labor out in the Georgia farm fields. Homemaker heels like that of which his mother Orla donned, as pristine as the day that she bought them, as ruby red as the wine that she drank daily. Between a father who worked too much and a mother that worked too little, there was no room for love and support for Jonathan and his six siblings. They were on their own. Could do whatever they wanted, did whatever they wished, school the least of importance. Least, that was how it was for Jon Walsh until he met Annie Carter. A familiar face that made the final two months of high school bearable. 

Annie was everything that Jon was and wasn’t. Richer, though her means were nothing to brag about in King County, her and her parents lived comfortably, smarter and better when it came to academics. She was blonde, gorgeous, but with a dark side to herself that scared all who got too close. As to where it came from, neither her mother nor her father knew. Jean and her Byron always worrying about their little girl, their only child after many failed pregnancies and miscarriages, a blessing that some nosey neighbors had deemed a curse. Retribution for the sins that Jean and Byron carried out. Participated in and explored without care, Jean would cry herself to sleep thinking about where it was her daughter had snuck off to. In the middle of the night - Annie would pay no mind to how her parents begged her not to leave - mysterious strangers the sort of people that she would call friends. Annie was 18, and as she would declare each and every time her father threatened to punish her, she could do whatever she pleased. She never got in trouble at school. She received good grades. She always did her chores. She was about to graduate and move out. She was allowed to have friends; Jonathan Walsh the latest. A fire that burned her gasoline. 

Jean always blamed herself for the shortcomings of her daughter. Regretted the fact that she and Byron weren’t more stern with her before it all got out of hand, either of them too easily manipulated by their beloved child. She never gave much credit to the cruel words that had denounced her decades before, but as Annie grew worse and worse in her habits, late nights powered by drink and unknown companions and undisclosed locations, Jean couldn’t help but think that there was some truth to them. What she and Byron had done: she chose true love over faith. Raised in the small Jewish community that King County had, her parents had wanted Jean to do just as they had done before her, what their parents had done and what their parents had done, too. Married within the faith, stayed within the family. But Jean could not keep her affection for Byron James Carter quiet. Practically cried in happiness whenever she saw him, kiss after kiss upon his lips, would rather abandon all that she knew than ever lose him. He just as devoted to her, his proud English heart beat only and ever for Jean Hoffmann. The other half to his very soul - he would marry her and make her the happiest woman in all of Georgia. 

The happiest and the loneliest all the same, when an engagement band found its way upon Jean’s finger, so did her mother and father’s disownment. She was dead to them. She would never be spoken of again. She had made her choice, and would be left to rot in misery with the man she deserted her people for. No home would welcome her. None from the community would meet her eye in friendship anymore - Jean was alone. But rather would she be alone with Byron than surrounded while in a marriage that she didn’t want. An eternity with someone that she couldn’t love, wouldn’t love, family that was lost would be superseded by one that Jean and Byron would make all their own. Children and grandchildren and more; they would create their own family. Babies that would be loved no matter what - not like how Jean was so viciously tossed out - adored and cherished. 23 and ready to take on the world with her sweetheart, a blushing bride if there ever was one, Jean’s spirit was light. It hurt no longer over the words of her parents, for her future, as she knew and believed in, would be bright. Her and her Byron and their fairytale, what came to be was far from the storybook ending that she prayed to God for. 

Pregnancies never lasted. Miscarriages happened more often than Jean could count, and there had been a part of her that believed that she would never have a child. A baby that she so wished for, that she wanted so desperately, it broke Byron’s heart to see his darling Lil’ Bird in pain. He would’ve done anything to make it go away. Give her as many children as they could have, the moon and the stars. He was so good to her. Gentle, not at all like the mongrels who prowled around the streets looking to break a delicate woman’s heart, certain that, when the time was right, he and Jean would have their family. They only needed to keep trying. And, truly, that was all part of the fun. Pleasure that recognized no pain, just as Byron had said to her, so it did happen. Jean was pregnant. With child in her belly, tears of joy unable to stop their spill down her cheeks as she relayed the news to her husband, a doctor’s visit the validation that the couple needed. If God blessed them, they would have their long awaited family. A little boy or girl of their own - Annie Elizabeth Carter was born nine months later. 

The apple of her parents’ eyes, their sweet girl had turned into an outsider before either Byron or Jean could blink. Graduation come and gone, before the next year came to pass, Annie had married the troubled Jon Walsh. Against the disapproval of her parents, the unsatisfied grumbles from his, Jean’s pleas to wait ignored for a honeymoon based upon cold beers and a cabin in the woods. Her own past thrown into her face like it were poison: I’m just like you, Mama!

And just as fast as the wedding, Annie’s pregnancy came immdeiately. Delayed somewhat, for a jobless couple who were somehow always so busy, 21 years old and not a consideration for the baby that she carried. Still did Annie want to live the lifestyle that she and Jonathan were attached to. Parties and clubs and bloody brawls, Jean and Byron, for the first time in Annie’s life, put their foot down. It had to end. What Annie was doing to herself, what she was exposing the baby to, they wouldn’t lose their only grandchild because of the selfishness of their daughter. But too far gone was Annie to wonder about the baby who grew in her womb. More so another person to keep her from her carnal desires than a piece of her and the man that she loved, Jonathan was no better. A drunk who abused his charm and good looks, a womanizer who bedded any and all. He didn’t care that Annie knew. He didn’t care that it broke her fragile mind even more than it already was, whatever evils that had lurked there before he ever sank his claws into her. A twisted sense of humor within her, when the baby was born, a baby boy who looked so much like Jonathan in the eyes, she named him in honor of two ex-boyfriends: Shane and Everett. Shane Everett Walsh was his name. And Jonathan could barely stand the fact. Only simmered in his anger. Temper about to burst in the hospital room. 

There was no note. No message of hate. No token of love. There was only an empty bottle of liquor that signaled that Jonathan had left his and Annie’s home. Clothes all gone from their drawers and shoes taken from the closet, the little cash that the Walsh’s had was gone, too. Their home was a ghost town. Furnished by the few pieces that were bought for the baby, Grandma and Grandpa’s eager purchases, Annie didn’t have a moment to lose her sanity. Jean nor Byron unable to allow that, not ready to fail a second time to an innocent child, they had her and her baby boy move in with them as soon as the next week. A home just on the street corner, a place not too big but bigger than where the mother and son had come from, comfortable and peaceful, a safe haven. But Annie didn’t care. She never did. Leaving Shane with her parents all day, she could drink until she blacked out. Stumble around with Jonathan’s name screamed from her lips, drew blood from the women in King County who had dared to call him their one-time lover. A lover lost forever - no one knew where he was nor where he went. Jean and Byron were glad for that. Jonathan Walsh was better off alone. 

Byron and Jean adored their Shane. So sweet and so beautiful, he was the perfect child. A glimmering light that brightened their days, they could almost pretend as if life was a happy one. A life that wasn’t spent worrying over their precious Annie still, all but in legality was Shane theirs, and his mother was ever delighted for that. Part of her did love her son. A chunk of her heart branded in his name, but a chunk that couldn’t be outdone by Annie’s marriage to drink and drug. Men that acted just as Jonathan used to, gossip whispered otherwise, but Jean knew that seeing her in such a way was what killed Byron. His beautiful baby girl mutilated by her own doing, poor man couldn’t stand the sight. Was perhaps too tired to fight with her anymore - his heart gave out in his sleep. Beside Jean in their marriage bed, just as he always knew he would go, with his true love beside him, Jean was thankful that Annie went quickly after. Heartache not allowed to fester - two losses within the span of a year - there was hope to a peace found in the afterlife for her treasured husband and daughter. Maybe, then, could Annie find the happiness, the answers, that she didn’t have in the mortal world. At long last, her alcohol glass was free from a fresh pour. 

Jonathan Walsh could never commit himself to anything, but the same would not be said of Jean Carter. She would do all that Jonathan didn’t and more, she would love Shane and protect him, be there for him through all of his days. Fatherless but not without love, Jean would make up for the mistakes that she made with her Annie, the blissful ignorance, the love that blinded her from what her daughter was. How sick she was. Jean would do good for, and by, her darling Shane Everett. But even she couldn’t protect him from everything. 

Rumors rampant in King County, for homegrown scandal always sold, truths hard to differentiate from lies: Jonathan had murdered his best friend in cold blood in the next town over. Shane was really the son of another man. Annie was a part of a crime ridden gang before she died.

But by God above, Jean would try. She would do anything for her Shane.

#Heart of A Soldier || Headcanon #Stories From A Deputy || Drabbles #// Just a little thing I wrote up about Shane's family #// Am I in love with his grandma who was named like once in the show? #// Yes I am #// I think Jean is amazing and you should love her too

[emu-lumberjack]

No one is allowed to have Lord Byron and Jack Harkness in the same room together

#doctor who #dw #jodie whitaker #thirteenth doctor #season twelve #ryan sinclair #yasmin khan #Grahm O’Brien #mandip gill #tosin cole #bradley walsh #jack harkness #john barrowman #lord byron #the haunting of villa diodati #12 X 08

[icewarrior2000]

The Haunting of Villa Diodati

(Series 12, Episode 8)

Summary: The fam arrives at a villa on Lake Geneva in 1816, the night that Lord Byron challenges Mary Shelley to write a scary story. Only trouble is, Percy Shelley's AWOL, they're trapped in the house, Byron fancies the doctor and they're all more interested in parlour games and dancing. The Lone Cyberman that Jack warned about turns up and the Doctor has to make a difficult choice. Poor old Graham just wants a wee.

Watch because: Now that’s how to do a half-converted Cyberman, Chibnall.

Original Air Date: 16 February 2020.

Doctor: Jodie Whittaker.

Companions: Yasmin Khan (Mandip Gill), Ryan Sinclair (Tosin Cole) & Graham O’Brien (Bradley Walsh).

Writer: Maxine Alderton.

Director: Emma Sullivan.

Producer: Alex Mercer.

Executive Producer: Chris Chibnall & Matt Strevens.

#Doctor Who #NuWho #Thirteenth Doctor #Jodie Whittaker #The Haunting of Villa Diodati #Yasmin Khan #Mandip Gill #Ryan Sinclair #Tosin Cole #Graham O'Brien #Bradley Walsh #Mary Shelley #Lord Byron #Lone Cyberman #Cybermen