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HI SONNY!!! im back🤭 may i present to you again...

spicy videos: cl and hcv edition (part 1 because its a lot)

1. cl steve? or hcv curtis? punishing his omega WITH CHAINS?!?!?!?!

2. cl r getting a call from hayden while giving steve a bj so of course steve being steve, he forced her to answer it

3. cl steve after he tamed r to a complete submission

4. hcv curtis teaching his omega how to pleasure herself with his thigh

5. SIZE KINK!!!! hcv curtis teaching r how to ride him without his help unfortunately

6. HCV CURTIS!!!!!!

7. hcv curtis f*ucking r on her pink ruffle/fuzzy bed

also i fucking hope that hcv means howard college verse because if its not......... im going to be embarrassed

-gg

here we go: many dark drabbles below (HC Verse (yes it is HCV bestie), sick of sugarcoatin', captain's legacy) these can also be considered spoilers bc some will be in the fics !!

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark alpha!fratboy!Steve Rogers x omega!reader, dark alpha!fratboy!Curtis Everett x innocent omega!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | dark, manipulation, non-con/dub-con, SMUT - minors DNI, dirty talk, blasphemy (I'm serious, this goes off the rails at #1), misuse of a rosary, spanking, oral (m), a smidge of boot riding, daddy kink, degradation, dumbification, dacryphilia, filming sex, grinding, thigh riding, exhibitionism - public sex-eqsue (library), virginity kink/ruined kink, petting, spit kink, size kink, unprotected sex (p in v)

𝗪/𝗖 | 1860

if you don't like it, don't read.

1. Sick of Sugarcoatin’!Curtis and your rosary: omg, let's just go full 'i need jesus' bc curtis... doing this... with your rosary 😳 and he makes fun of you too

"What do you think your parents will say if they saw you now?”

You yank against the silk ties around your wrists, tears seeping into the frilly pillow under your face, "Curtis—don't—"

“Hush now, I'm going to bless you." He chuckles darkly, "In the name of the Father, and of the Son," the beads trail down your skin, over your ass and down your thighs, barely slipping between your thighs.

"This isn't—you said we were going to study!" You wiggle, trapped between wanting more and hoping your parents would come home early. Curtis wasn't allowed in your house unless they were home, but he guaranteed you were only going to study, nothing more.

A burning sensation blooms on your ass, the beads sending streams of warmth over your flesh as Curtis continues the motion, swatting you with your precious rosary. "Can I finish now?" He yanks your hair back, forcing your neck to stretch awkwardly.

His firm body envelops yours, his beard scratching your tear-stained cheeks, "Aw, poor cherry, why are you crying? It feels too good?"

"N-No, you're being mean again... You lied."

Curtis scoffs softly, fisting the rosary in his hand and prying your thighs apart with his knees, "I didn't lie. I never said what subject we'd be studying, do you want to guess, omega?"

"Want these off." You uselessly tug at the restraints.

Curtis tsks, "I can't let you go until you learn how to behave and let me bless your pretty body." He drops your face back into the pillow but turns you to the side so he can kiss your lips. His blue eyes are dark and shadowed, "Welcome to Bible study, cherry."

2. Captain’s Legacy!reader answering a call:

He films you on the call too. With the bright light on your face and his smell taking over your mind, you'd do whatever he told you to.

"Yeah—uh, maybe?" You manage with his balls in your mouth, you suckle on his sack. Your eyes roll back as he massages your head, pulling you closer to his throbbing cock.

"Spit on it." He rasps lowly.

Your salvia lands the angry red tip, dribbling down the thick girth and where your fingers barely meet around him. You try to listen to Hayden, but with Steve slipping his foot between your thighs, there isn't much room in your head for thought.

"C'mon, grind that little cunt on me." He pushes down your shoulders, forcing your centre to press against the shiny leather of his boot. His spit lands on your cheek before he grips your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes, "Are you going dumb already, baby? Don't you want to be daddy's good girl?"

"Who is that?" Hayden asks over the line.

You can't answer him, too busy stuffing your mouth full of Steve's cock, whining around his length, and rubbing your cunt against his boot.

"Smile for the camera, omega." Steve points the lens at you, getting the perfect view of you tearing up as the leather of his shoe gets soaked with your slick, and his cock reaches the back of your throat, muffling your moans.

"That's it, daddy's pretty little whore." He snatches the cellphone from your hand, bringing it to his head, "Hey, Hayden, let me know if you'd like a copy of our little film—I'm sure that legacy wouldn't mind."

3. Captain’s Legacy!Steve taming you: Set in the future,

He comes back to the fraternity house to see you lying in his bed, nude, and doing homework, there isn't much he does without you, but days like this come and go.

"You missed me, omega?" His only reply is your happy chirps as you nuzzle his chest, burying your nose in his sweater.

You've been alone for a few hours, but it nearly felt like days because you're desperate for him to always be close. When he taps your bum, you let him pick you up and fall back onto the bed.

His head sinks into the plush blankets and pillows of your nest, "Did you eat yet, baby?"

You nod, bringing one of his hands to your mouth, kissing his fingers to his wrist, digging your nose into the skin to get more of his scent. With slow grinding motions, your bare cunt rubs against the fabric of his pants, your wetness already staining the material.

He growls, clenching one of his fists behind his head. Fond memories of the beginning of your relationship go through his mind, when you wouldn't let him touch you, when you called him an asshole—what a time that was. And now look at you, sucking on his fingers while your folds grind against his clothed cock, "Go on, take me out. Are you going to be daddy's fleshlight tonight?"

4. Sick of Sugarcoatin’!Curtis teaching you how to ride his thigh:

"Slowly, that's it. Good girl, just rub your little clit on me, just like that."

You clutch his shirt in your fists, biting down on your tongue to keep from being too loud. You can't help but think about someone walking around the corner and catching you—but why did that make you more desperate?

This part of the library is empty all day, and especially with the beautiful weather, most people are studying outside and soaking up the sun. Unlike you and Curtis, with his shorts rolled up and your summer dress bunched around your waist, hidden deep in the college library with lewd noises filling the surrounding air.

"Hold on," he reaches down, peeking at your soppy pussy before spreading your folds with his fingers, he presses you down by your hips again. "Continue, is that better?"

You gasp wetly, eagerly nodding as your clit rubs against his warm skin. Your motions speed up, those little twitches growing into erratic jerks, "Ah, I—oh!"

"That's it, cum all over daddy's thigh, show me how messy you are." He helps you, bouncing his leg in time with your grinds, pushing those pathetic whimpers from your throat. He chuckles, "Feels good, cherry?"

"Mhm." You nod, in a daze.

"I know this virgin cunt hasn't done this before, can feel you dripping down my thigh. Are you going to mark me, cherry? Cover me in your cream so you can lick it off after I cum on your pretty face?"

5. Sick of Sugarcoatin’!Curtis and size kink:

His fingers rub your cheeks, wiping away those tears.

"I like when you—do it..." You trail off.

"When I fuck you," Curtis corrects, his cock lying hard against his lower stomach, "When I make love to you, cherry."

"Yeah, want you to do it, please."

"How else are you going to learn if you don't try to take me yourself?"

You gnaw on your lip, hesitatingly looking down at his fat length, red and hot, "You're too b-big... I can't..."

He cups your cheek with one hand, pulling your hips closer with the other. Your bare pussy barely touches his cock, but it's enough for you to nearly jump out of his lap, and he calms you with slow rubs on your gland. "You can, cherry, I know you can. Don't you want to feel good? And make me feel good too? After everything I've done for you, this is how you're going to act?"

You frown, gasping as the thick head prods at your hole, "What?"

"I don't know," His brows furrow, "It sounds selfish to me. Like you just want to use me."

"No! I'd never!"

"Then, show me." He cocks his head, reaching between your thighs to slip the leaky tip along your slit, "Ride me, cherry, show me how much I mean to you."

6. Sick of Sugarcoatin’!Curtis: "I told you that you'd like it."

"You don't have to watch this time."

Instantly, your head falls back against the couch, your grip tightens on your feet as your thighs tremble, the quiver is soothed by Curtis' other hand that caresses your knee, tugging at your socks.

"Tickles a little, huh?" He asks, his skilled fingers softly rubbing your cunt over your cotton panties. "I'm being very gentle, cherry, I wouldn't want to overwhelm you."

Your reply is a little nod as your eyes flutter open, meeting his in a heated gaze, but yours are too unfocused with the new feeling taking over your body with every swipe of his fingers.

"I told you that you'd like it, and you tried to push me away." He tsks, angling his head to look between your legs and groaning at the wetness seeping through your underwear. He spreads your folds over the fabric before seeking your button, "See what happens when you just let me do the thinking, baby? Omegas like you should never worry your head, just let daddy decide everything for you."

7. Sick of Sugarcoatin’!Curtis fucking you:

His lips are warm against yours, his tongue massaging yours as he swallows each of your moans.

You feel a slight tugging at your hole and dig your nails into his shoulders, caught between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

"Feel my knot, baby?" He groans against your mouth before pulling away, a string of saliva between your lips before he spits where you meet. His hips unrelenting, fucking little uh's out of you. "Fuck, look at that little fuckhole—fucking split open on my cock."

Your head bobs with each of his thrusts, your hands falling to the mattress to fist your sheets. "Daddy, daddy, daddy," You weep, drool escaping the corner of your lips, "s-so good, love it—love you—"

"I know, cherry, daddy knows." His gaze lifts from your puffy folds to your face, he groans at your dazed expression, "I love you too, baby, so much."

His skin slaps against yours, filling your room with filthy noises as your wetness coats his cock, creamy strings connecting his base to your hole. He teases you with his knot, barely fucking into you before pulling out until just the thick tip.

"You want my cum, cherry? Want me to pump you full, and fill this little cunt until you can't take anymore? Maybe I'll knock you up, huh?" He entwines your hands and presses down on your lower stomach, his muscles flexing under his tatted skin as your juices leak onto the bed.

Your mewls grow in volume before he tears your underwear from your knees, he covers you, panting heavily as he sinks deep. "If you don't shut up, you'll get us caught. You want your parents to wake up and find their daughter getting railed like a whore?"

You shake your head, gasping for air as he fills you to the brim.

"You know what to do."

You surge up and latch onto the ring hanging from the chain around his neck, keeping it locked between your teeth with your lips shut.

"Good girl, keep your purity ring safe while I cream your little pussy, yeah?"

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yesmissbzzz · 9 months

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It’s time for the Dream Show Challenge 3.0 (*audience cheers*) organized by @singledarkshade

I’ve got this cast for : Kirsten Vangsness (Criminal Minds). Goran Visnjic (ER… sorry I didnt get creative in another nationality but the real one of him), Dina Meyer (DragonHeart), Ice T (Law and Order SVU), Rupert Everett (My Best Friend Wedding), Rhys Darby (Our Flag Means Death), Carol Kane (The Princess Bride) and because this is a Rip Lovers Place, imagine who will appear without a request.

CROATIAN STARS

Sinopsis: Evangeline tries to start a new life, and find a new love, a year after her husband passed away. She gets on a Europe Press Tour promoting her new book and getting in dates with not the best results. Finally gets back to London with her former family, a place she really don’t wanted to get back, never… why?

Characters:

Evangeline Reed – Kirsten Vangsness

A writer and journalist. She wanted to stay at his husband country, but Croatia is Nikola, and she can’t bare feeling him in every inch. Allysa, her publisher and best friend, decides that is the moment for a Press Tour of her new book and throw a challenge to her about dating with men again.

Nikola Kerr - Goran Visnjic

We meet him in flashbacks of their marriage. Evangeline remembers him and tries to figure out what he could say and do in most of situations.

Allysa Miller – Dina Meyer

The perfect publisher. The perfect best friend. The perfect adventures companion. Allysa will say yes to everything in the Europe Press Tour.

Donald Sieger – Ice.T

At Amsterdam, they met this suave American guy, and Evangeline decides to taste the yankee love.

Santino Fontes – Rupert Everett

They say that a girl in Italy will fall in love each 5 minutes, but Evangeline gets to the practical side: choose the most handsome, with the finest italian suit at the Editorial Party.

Ernest Reed – Rhys Darby

Evangeline’s brother, who host her little sister back in London. Evangeline is disappointed that passing time with men to get over his husband just managed to make her miss him more, and he push her to one more try.

Dinorah Reed -- Carol Kane

She is old fashioned only in the using of getting his husband family name, but this woman is far from the traditional granny. Ernest kids will get loads of delivery food and 80’s slashers on DVD instead of baked handmade goodies and old rhymes.

Jerome Twight – Arthur Darvill

Evangeline meets this guy singing the same song her late husband used to sing a lot.

Yes, I wrote the song lyrics, and they are cheesy lyrics, because I tought I would get a better development of the plot, using it, and make wordplays with stars and space.

You

And I

Stars crossed

Before beginning of love

As love was created for those bonded stars

In a crossed faith

In an eternal bright

The stars

Brights of love

Burns of desire

All trough the sky

Night by night

Lovers meeting

Lovers dancing

Lovers brights

Lovers burns

I don’t know how to make poetry, I never did. But I wrote the bloody song and I won’t keep It hidden forever :p

Episode 1.

Evangeline Reed feels his deceased husband everywhere.

At this episode we know how the couple met in flashbacks from places she moves on a normal day.

One night at the University Library, he came to ask her for conversation because they are the only students left in there and he doesn’t want to get asleep.

Surviving the end of semester, they started proper dating.

Back to present, at the end of a normal day she decides to move, and calls her best friend to accept a Press Tour of her new book which publication was delayed when she became a widow.

Episode 2.

Berlin. Allysa makes her best efforts to distract her friend and have fun. But everything makes Evangeline remember Nikola (oh yes the flashbacks).

By the end of the episode, Allyson decides to challenge her friend to get on dates, even without a romantic interest, just for meeting more men than the one in her memories.

Episode 3.

Amsterdam. Evangeline picks the first dude to date: finding him checking the underground movies from the Book Store where she signed books. He is an american tourist using his life savings for a worldwide trip. She has fun for a couple of days, until he has a train to ride.

Episode 4.

Rome. After a deep evaluation, Evangeline decides to pick up the man with the most elegant suit at the Editorial Party, finding that he is the main investor from the Editorial. Santino gives her three days of luxury, fashion, limousine rides, dinners at the best restaurants, just to find that they have zero chemistry when they try to kiss.

Episode 5.

Another round of dates at different cities, where she get fun but can’t stop thinking about Nikola. In the meanwhile, she is trying to persuade Allysa to erase the last stop from the tour or at least set her mind for it: London.

Nope, she don’t succeed, next and last stop: London.

Episode 6.

Meet the Reeds!!! Ernest is the kind of older brother that won’t let her sis to stay at a hotel, because she needs their childhood homemade dinners and a familiar room to pass the night, also her nephews don’t leave her side all day.

Dinorah is the kind of mother that never cooked and survived with delivery and his son cooking after becoming a widow 5 years ago.

Evangeline is happy with her family, until the adults insists that she needs to get out of the house and roam by London as an adult, because she left for University and met London only as a child and teenager.

She founds that the Cafe with her favorite sights to the city is still working, and she sits in there, looking at the early morning, wishing that Nikola were there.

Suddenly she thinks that he gots allucinations or she is still dreaming, because she hears Nikola singing the tune he always sang. She looks around and by the next table, there is a man, singing the same song, and now that she is totally aware of being awake and in the real world… he doesn’t look or sing like Nikola at all.

Episode 7.

The man looks at her, with the “Do I have something at my face?” expression that most of people fix when a stranger is locking their eyes on you.

She apologizes, introduces herself and explains.He also introduces himself: Jerome Twight, who is very happy because he likes her books. They roam the city, talking about how a lot of things had changed and how others stays just the same.

Evangeline is enjoying herself, not even thinking about Nikola, until… it starts to rain.

Episode 8.

Evangeline starts running, asking strangers to let them in their houses for sheltering from the rain that is becoming a storm very quick.

Jerome understands that she is getting a panic attack, and the complete scenario gets to him while she begs in panic to the lady entering her house to let them in, or the man holding her hand will die just like his last husband did.

He finally finds a shelter, a thin roof just enough for them both. Evangeline hugs him, crying and swearing at London and the rain.

This is why she did not wanted to came: Nikola had a weak inmune system and got pneumonia when a little kid from the Croatian Town where they lived went missing, and refused to get back when the rescue groups wanted to stop the search by a storm.Jerome tries to comfort her.

Yes… GETTING IN LONDON AFTER THE RAIN KILLED YOUR HUSBAND was a horror, but after some minutes of making her sure that himself won’t die for just some rain, Evangeline calms herself enough to wait until the rain stops.

She walks her back home, gives his phone number, but she is so ashamed that makes clear meeting again has very very low possibilities to happen.

Some days pass, until Jerome gets a call on his phone, by an Unknown Number.

He picks it up, and the last thing we see is his expression when the voice from the other side is Evangeline greeting “Hello. Do you know the chances of rain for today?"

#RBACL Dream Show #Dream Show Challenge

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freddieraimbow74 · 9 days

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13 April 2022 - Queen’s incredible timeless classic ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ is selected for Induction into The National Recording Registry

Freddie Mercury’s penned epic masterpiece ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ are among the individual songs that have been selected for induction into the Library of Congress' National Recording Registry.

Under the terms of the National Recording Preservation Act of 2000, the Librarian, with advice from the Library's National Recording Preservation Board (NRPB), receives about 1,000 public nominations per year and annually selects 25 recordings that are "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant" and are at least 10 years old. The selections for the 2022 registry bring the total number of recordings on the registry to 600, only a minuscule portion of the Library's vast recorded-sound collection of nearly four million items.

In March 2021, "Bohemian Rhapsody" was officially certified diamond by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA), representing 10 million or more in sales and stream equivalents in the United States. QUEEN was the first British band in music history to earn the diamond song award.

"Bohemian Rhapsody" was QUEEN's first Top 10 hit in the U.S. In the U.K., it went to No. 1 for 9 consecutive weeks, a record at the time, before returning to the top of the charts again in 1991. It was named the most-streamed song of the 20th century and its companion video recently passed one billion views on YouTube, making history as the first pre-1990s video to reach one billion views on the platform. In 2004, the song was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame and Freddie Mercury's vocal performance was named by the readers of Rolling Stone magazine as the best in rock history.

We remember the struggle the band went through just to release this fabulous song as a single back in 1975! The executives wanted the song to be edited down to 3 minutes, taking away the operatic section. The band absolutely refused, especially Freddie, you release this song in it’s entirety or not at all !

Roger Taylor said, “They (Record Executives) said it was too long and wouldn’t work. We thought, ‘Well we could cut it, but it wouldn’t make any sense’, it doesn’t make much sense now and it would make even less sense then; you would miss all the different moods of the song. So we said no. It’ll either fly or it won’t.”

Brian May said, “This song was Freddie’s baby. He knew exactly what he was doing… We just helped him bring it to life.”

Freddie wrote the whole song – including the composite harmonies – on telephone books and scraps of paper, making it a little tricky for everyone else to get a handle on the thing.

After the crucial first radio play (thanks to DJ Kenny Everett who played it 14 X in 2 days!) the Capital switchboard went nuts and EMI realised they had a hit – however unusual – on their hands. That was the moment they agreed to release the full-length single.

Queen reigned the #1 slot in Britain for 9 impressive weeks and on 31 of January 1976, it was knocked off by ABBA’s hit ‘Mamma Mia’ and guitarist Björn Ulvaeus said: “I was green with envy when I heard ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’. It was a piece of sheer originality that took rock and pop away from the normal path.”

Now, ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ has received many, many well deserved accolades.

Congratulations Freddie and Queen 👑 Legends

👉👉 https://youtu.be/fJ9rUzIMcZQ

#freddie mercury #queen band #brian may #roger taylor #jhon deacon #musique #queen #music #original character #j’adore #Spotify

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pandalorian36 · 9 months

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Loki x Reader (Genderneutral)

This is a backstory to my Loki x reader prompt. Which you can read here. I decided to add a bit more too it and write how you and Loki meet.

After exchanging letters back and forth. You and Loki finally get to meet in person once again, this time on the readers home planet, Keboria.

Warnings: None. Word count: 1994

"Y/N hurry yourself. Frigga her sons will be arriving shortly." I smooth down the front of my outfit and run down the steps joining the rest of my family outside. Lyan is sat at my side so I scratch behind his ears I look forward to meeting your prince.

He is not my prince

Lyan tilts his head to the side smiling as much as a wolf can From the way you speak about him, yes he is.

He is my friend.

The Bi-frost opens, when it clears Frigga, Loki and Thor are standing in the clearing blinking in the sunlight. My parents step forward to greet them my brother moving to introduce himself to Thor, I'm certain they will get along swimmingly they have a lot in common. Loki steps of to one side and I manouver around my siblings to join him Lyan ambling along next to me.

"Welcome to Keboria." he smiles slightly "It is as stunning as you painted." I beam "I'm glad you think so." Lyan steps forward sniffing him knocking him backwards slightly "Lyan gentle please." Loki chuckles scratching beneath his neck causing him to tumble to the floor in a heap of fur all four paws in the air "Well you've just made a friend for life." Lyan grumbles happily "He loves neck scratches. Turns a killing machine into a puppy."

Loki chuckles standing back up, he has grown in the past two months now just a little taller than me. Last we met we where the same height, his hair is also a little longer but his eyes are the same emerald green I remember. "Y/N are you going to introduce us?" I turn smiling at my two identical sisters "Yes sorry. Loki these are my sisters Kirsi and Essie. The brunette talking to Thor is our brother Everett and then the tall silver haired one is the oldest Calen."

He bows his head slightly to both my sisters "Lovely to meet you both." they both giggle curtsying in reply "Y/N talks of you all the time." I flush glaring at the two of them they both laugh and run over to our brothers before I can yell. "You talk about me?" I turn back to Loki who is smirking "Yes. They asked about you I simply answered their questions." he chuckles Lyan jumping to his feet and nudging me with his nose You speak of him all the time to me I glare at my wolf as he ambles of into the woods before turning back to Loki "Would you like a tour?" he nods sweeping out an arm "Lead the way."

I take him around the palace first before going out into the gardens, the majority is taken care of by the royal garderns but I have a section belonging to me behind the library attached to my rooms. "The gardens here may even rival those on Asgard."

I feel my cheeks heaten slightly and crouch down to check on one of my newest additions, a beautiful plant that only flowers in moonlight. "Perhaps." Standing back up we walk over to the library doors, carved into the side of a vast oak tree the library dissappears underground with stained windows in the ceiling. I push open the doors Loki following me inside. "This is my second favourite place." Loki smiles softly looking around "I can see why it is beautiful. May I ask where is your favourite place?"

"I'll show you while you are here if you like." he nods wandering over to one of the shelves "You have so many books on magic." I join him nodding "My parents think that knowledge should be shared and accessible to everyone. This is our private library but the public one in the city contains all the same books if not more. Everyone is allowed to practice and grow their skills but there are severe punishments for anyone who attempts to use dark magic. That was made illegal long ago and the books locked deep beneath the city."

"Not destroyed?" I shake my head "No, they contain all the counter spells as well so it was safer to keep them intact. How are your lessons going?" he shrugs elegantly "Alright I suppose. I despise my brother and his friends they don't have a lot going on upstairs. Thor tried to pay me to do his final exams."

"How much?" he chuckles "Not enough, but I did help him enough to pass." I smile despite his outward dislike of his brother I know he loves him really. I settle into a squashy arm chair in the corner tucking my feet underneath me Loki taking a seat opposite "The plant you healed is still growing strong." I smile warmly "Thats excellent."

"You mentiond you had a private garden, may I see it?" I stare at him a moment "Really?" he nods "If that is alright?" I jump to my feet beaming "Of course its alright. No one really shows much interest in the gardens. Other than my brother Calen but the others don't really care. I'm rambling sorry." I start walking resisting the urge to face palm, pull yourself together.

Exiting the library I lead the way along a short path through the woodland to a tall gate set into a stone wall. "Your highness." I smile warmly at the two guards as they walk past "Good morning." I push open the gate letting Loki through.

My garden is small and circular with windows set into the walls to let in enough light. There are climbing plants covering most of the walls, flower beds curving around the left side containing all of my favourite flowers and the beds curving around to the left contain edible fruits, medicinal herbs. In the centre of the garden is a beautiful tree with a curving trunk that has flowers all year around: white in summer, pink in spring, yellow in autumn and blue in winter. around the base of the tree are rose bushes containing every colour I have been able to find. Around this is a bench built into the stone, one of multiple seating areas. My favorite is under the purple wysteria bush a swinging bench that gets sunlight most of the day due to the windows surrounding it. There is also a stone pathway that weaves inbetween all the plants with glow in the dark flowers lining the edges perfect for midnight walks.

There are also small paintings on many of the larger stones that I've been adding too over the years and windchimes hanging in the larger trees. A small spring bubbles up near the gate which I built a small pond around lillys sitting in the water which is cold and crystal clear perfect for watering the plants. "This is beautiful. You must have put so much effort into this." I blush slightly "I'm glad you like it. Though I prefer it at night quite a few bloom in the dark and they glow. Oh dear, you're not looking too good."

Loki P/O/V:

I watch Y/N carfully as they drift around their garden green and blue swirls winding up their arms fading as they reach their bicep as they tend to each plant. They pause at a droopy looking plant with heart shaped leaves and kneel down cupping the leaves delicatly "Here we go." I watch in awe as their magic wraps around the plant green and blue ribbons of every shade winding around the plant and their hands the leaves gaining colour and looking perkier by the second.

"It is beautiful. Your magic." they look up cheeks flushed "Thank you." they stand brushing of their hands "We should umm go inside." I follow behind watching the sunlight fall through the windows highlighting their features. There smile is contagious and despite my best efforts I cannot help but feel... happy around them.

My mother has sent so many suitors towards my brother and I but none have been of any interest. None are interested in the same books, or magic, or interesting conversation. None are Y/N. How I can have become so close to another person, this is only the third time speaking in person despite our many letters exchanged, in such a short time I do not know but all I know is Y/N L/N is the only person I consider a friend.

"Loki? Loki?" I crash back down into reality staring blankly at Y/N who grins shoulders shaking with repressed laughter "Head in the clouds? I was asking if you would like me to show you to your rooms?" I nod slightly clearing my throat "Yes, thank you." falshing one of their smiles that always sends warmth flooding through me they lead the way through the palace, it is all white and gold not as regal as Asgard but still comfortable.

They stop outside a set of double doors guards posted on either side "I believe your mother and brother are inside. I will see you at dinner tonight." I bow slightly "Until tonight then your highness, thank you for the tour." grinning they turn on their heel and leave gliding away back the way we came.

I step into a lavishly dressed room where my mother and Thor are seated. Thor is slumped in his seat looking bored "Ah brother where did you get too?" I shrug "Lady/Lord Y/N gave me a tour of the library and gardens." He rolls his eyes slightly but our mother smiles warmly "How kind of them. I suggest you both wash and change for dinner."

My room is significantly smaller than the one back home but comfortable enough with a large window looking out over the gardens below. Walking out onto the balcony I spot Y/N below with their wolf who is sprawled on the gravel. "Lyan if you do not keep your thoughts to yourself you will be sleeping outside for the rest of the week." I smile slightly at their tone, I remember them mentioning Lyan could communicate telepathically.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready for dinner." They look up smiling brightly, that smile sends something fluttering through my chest it is so bright and happy "Calen." their oldest brother steps out into view "Did you enjoy your time with the Asgardian Prince?"

Y/N shoots a glare at Lyan who if it was possible looks guilty before ambling away "I was merely showing him around brother." "Lyan tells me you have been writing letters?"

"Your sources are a wolf." he chuckles shrugging "I am merely wondering if I need have my brotherly talk." Y/N visibly blushes mouth agape "I don't... You don't... For once please do not scare of someone because you have a hunch that it may or may not grow into something more." Calen holds up his hands in defeat "I merely wish to know you are safe. But from what I have heard, the prince is well respected."

"Calen please stop talking." he grins "So I will take your reaction as you like him rather a lot." they bury their face in their hands while Calen laughs throwing an arm around their shoulders "Well he would be stupid not to feel the same way."

"I don't know what I feel alright. Just please let me work it out, without any of your interference."

"I promise to stay out of the way." Y/N sighs "We'd best get ready for dinner, Mother will have our heads if we are late." The two disappear inside while I mull over Y/Ns words. Perhaps there is something more under our friendship. It seems the both of us are unsure of what lays beneath so many letters and brief meetings. One day perhaps we will be able to work it out, for now I do not want to risk our frienship. They are the one person I actually feel comfortable around other than my mother and I cannot loose that.

#x reader #x y/n #loki x reader insert #loki x reader #mcu loki #loki fluff #marvel #mcu #tom hiddleston #loki laufeyson #marvel x reader #reader insert #tom hiddleston x reader #loki god of mischief

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so there is one npc i have not discussed at length on here, other than vague references & a pin board on nettie's account. & as with the whitney house, i'm changing names. so, reintroducing everett mallory. (linked is his pin board.) a little elaboration under the cut. warning for: stalking, theft, minor assault, etc.

the extent to which everett's obsession (however long it lasts) disturbs annette is verse-dependent, considering the other problems in her life. the basics of it all remain the same, as follows:

while she doesn't remember it, she helped him find a relatively obscure book at the library ... once. possibly twice. but that was all it took. her bookish sanctuary was unknowingly poisoned, a hidden shark swimming in the shelves. it took months for the first picture to arrive, a polaroid of a quarter-profile of her with her hair down. neat handwriting rambled on a note about her hair alone, & shortly after she began pinning it all up & back to hide it. similar pictures & notes follow for a long time, heightening her paranoia just when it relaxed.

the worst of it occurred when he somehow stole her small silver butterfly necklace -- the only birthday present she's ever received, from her late grandfather. despite her better judgement & desperate to reclaim her one remaining memory of her one loving family member, she agreed to meet with the unknown thief. the individual she encountered was only vaguely familiar, a relatively handsome & tall young man, only a year or so older than her.

she was, of course, wildly nervous & intimidated by the well-spoken if sinister man. in exchange for her necklace, though entirely a surprise to her, everett caught her in a forceful kiss. shocked, she took her necklace & bolted. this didn't deter him, though he never managed to corner her in person again, despite seeing her & being seen by her. the letters & pictures continued, verging on frighteningly jealous & occasionally violent, drawing her further into a shut-in lifestyle. while his quote-unquote love letters have since subsided, whether due to lack of interest or what, she still cannot help but look over her shoulder any time she's out.

this applies to all her verses except 005, which is her fantasy au. in this one, everett is the well to-do son of a noble. most of the story beats are equivalent, but it is her motivation in that verse to continue traveling & hiding from everett & his men.

the echoes of his influence can be seen in her behaviors, still keeping her hair pinned tight & doing her best to vanish in public spaces when she needs to go out. had he not started in such a way, it's entirely possible annette in her lonely state could have fallen into his trap & not seen him for what he was until she could not escape. between that idea & the possibility of him returning with more determination than before, she lives in a state of fear. neither the living nor the dead are safe, not even her beloved library.

#✽ ➝ dyn. everett mallory. ❜#✽ ➝ meta. ❜#thanks if u read this is a Lot #ask to tag /#stalking /

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Abe Kisro

"I just go walkin' sometimes when I sleep. I see people long gone. My mama had it too, and I hope she ain't still walkin' now that she's gone. By the way, Miz Liz, that paintin' of a horse in your son's room is the most heartbreakin' beautiful thing I ever seen."

Three words: observant, unorthodox, empathetic.

Name: Aberham Kisro

Date of birth: April 9, 1948.

Age as of Chapter I: 22.

Height: 6'2"

Gender: Gender? I hardly know her! (He's such a boy.)

Orientation: yes.

Occupation: nothing at the moment but there's a vacancy at Vick's Diner.

Where's his middle mame?: don't have one.

Is his name really spelled like that?: yes and it's gotten him out of a few jams when someone was looking for an "Abraham" Kisro.

Favorite book: he doesn't read so well. His brain gets a little cloudy.

Favorite film: he doesn't really go to pictures either.

Favorite treat: the boy has a soft spot for chocolate cake.

Background: he was born in east Texas and lived there all his life until just now. His mother was a sex worker and his father was a circus clown who quite literally came and went. Abe was mostly deafened by a shotgun blast when he was 12, which is around the time he dropped out of school. Not because he was deaf, but because he figured he could read, write, and do math, the basic tools anyone needs. That, and he needed money. He tended to horses since he was small. By 13 he was driving farm trucks. By 17 his mother had died and he went into boxing after discovering after one too many fistfights that he could get hit a lot and not fall down. He's a 6'2" welterweight.

Why is he in Tennessee?: he killed a guy.

How?: guy starved and dehydrated to make the weight class and died during the bout.

Sounds like an accident: yeah, and it is, but Abe was traumatized by it and swore off of boxing and violence in general. He also started having photosensitive seizures after too many hits to the dome. He had no real ties or roots anywhere so he started drifting from town to town in his truck. Tennessee is a pretty nice place to be, he heard.

What's with the walkin' thing?: he astral projects when he goes to sleep. Make no mistake, he knows exactly what that is.

What does he want?: he wants connection, community, roots... to help people, do good. He doesn't quite know how, but he wants to try. He's been looking for a place to put down roots for a long time.

Can he see the man with the blurry face?: and how!

Does he like books? Movies?: he can't make much sense of fiction, but he likes art books and nonfiction stuff, and movies are too visually unpredictable, but he likes that they're loud. Mostly he just likes watching public access television. It's kind of fascinating to him. He likes music, folk, country, prog rock, but he can't listen to it often because he needs it loud.

What else?: he's constantly drawing. All the time. Keeps notepads on him. Draws surreal little doodles of people he sees.

What would he change about himself if he could?: he would like to not have seizures. Why do you ask?

There's someone coming to Decaelo who might be able to take them away: Lyle? Lyle Everett Love? The faith healer? That guy's a phony.

Does he know any sign language?: not much, but he has some stolen library books about it and he sometimes practices in front of a mirror. He wishes he had someone to talk to.

Does he have any friends?: he hopes he will soon.

Any enemies?: it's hard to have beef with a dadaist noodle.

What does he look like?: tall slender pale dude with very straight black hair that's always a little greasy and a little too long to do much with, so he brushes it back. Pale blue eyes, tall forehead, little upturned nose. He wears sunglasses all the time and has a scar on his cheek.

Bro you're just describing like... a strung out 70's Nick Cave: shut up no I'm not.

I lied, bitch!

#characters #visages #abe kisro

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Andover High School - MA

Andover High School is a secondary school in the town of Andover, Massachusetts, United States. It is the only public high school in the Andover Public Schools district. The School was established in 1854 as the Punchard Free School, modernised in 1968 to become Andover High.

As of June 2020, The Andover High School campus comprises one central academic facility, housing several classrooms, laboratories, health center and administrative offices. Connected to its northwest side is the J. Everett Collins Center for the Performing Arts, an auditorium that seats 1,203 people and is used for both school and town functions. To the southeast, two indoor athletic facilities abut the academic center (the Dunn Gymnasium and the Field House) alongside central locker rooms and athletic offices and storage. The school has a media center/library located in the center of the school and a cafeteria located toward the north-west side of the school, just south of the Collins Center.

#Andover High School #MA #US

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bibbleshoni · 2 years

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⠀⠀⠀ ꪶ ֯ LONDON TOWN CASTING CALL .ᐟ ⁎ ꫂ

The Shadows of London Town is a OC, multi-muse roleplay server based on discord. Set in a fictional retelling of London, 1888, join our world fit with supernatural creatures & a monarchy waiting to be toppled. 18+.

( plot details here: https://bibbleshoni.tumblr.com/post/682431303244808193/an-oc-based-literate-rpg-based-on-discord-set-in )

Casting for: King Thomas Lascelles. Human.

Thomas is the face of England. A proud and stubborn man with only the best interest of his country at heart. Yet, he is a puppet for his malicious and narcissistic wife, Victoria, who uses her dear husband to manipulate the pawns of London. Like his wife, Thomas has a rather public disdain for the supernatural that lurks in the shadows. Along with his wife, Victoria, he has three children; Everett, Angelica and Alice. ‪( 45-60. Age is adjustable. FC up to writer. )

Casting for: Lord Gideon Bennett. Werewolf.

Gideon is a good man. A werewolf, he loves his family and his pack, but he is tired. He’s serene and level-headed, but has a aggressive streak that shows all too often. The upcoming war troubles him, especially the heat that has fallen upon his family. He dreams of peace between the supernatural and the human, though doesn’t much like the fae. Married to his beloved wife, Andromeda, he has two daughters, Amaylea and Harriette. (45-60. Age is adjustable. Suggested FC: Sam Heughen. )

Casting for: James Philips. Human.

James is an rich, adventurous young man with little care for his wealth. His farther owns a factory and one day, it will be his. He prefers to spend time away from the factory and in his family’s grand library or wandering along the streets of London. Every day, he walks the same path, hoping to see Elizabeth Liddell, a gentle flower girl he’s become infatuated with. She feels the same, but neither admit it. James know his father would never approve. (21-25. Suggested FC: Jonah Hauer-King. )

Casting for: Leopold Alton-Wright. UTP.

Leopold comes from two rich families. His father’s side, the Altons, lost their wealth in years of gambling and opium use, meaning he sought ways to provide for himself and his mother to keep them in luxury. He landed a job within the royal palace, due to the relationship between Victoria and his mother, Jane, he worked his way up from a mere Tea-Boy to the Firsr Footman. Leopold is a very charming, intelligent man who is beloved by many, though has found Princess Alice Lascelles has captured his heart. She just doesn’t know it yet. ‪(20-25. Suggested FC: Douglas Booth. )

Casting for: Ambrose Calver. UTP.

Ambrose is a very well respected man. His charm and elegance entices many, especially with his heroic deeds as a (former) knight in the King’s Army. Polished and poised, Ambrose is one of the most eligible bachelors in London, but he’s caught sight of Alice Lascelles’ lady in waiting, Theodosia Camden. He’s protective, too, and will do anything for those he loves. (21-27. Suggested FC: Rege Jean Page.)

Casting for: Luther Baxton. UTP.

Luther is a gruff man with a strong moral code and a protective streak. Coming from a large family in London’s slums, he’s made his way up in society with his hard work and determination. Luther takes his job as Princess Alice Lascelles’ guard very seriously. He won’t show it, but he has a soft spot for the Princess and cares deeply for her. Maybe a little too much. (30-50. Age is adjustable. FC is up to writer.)

Many other skeletons are available ( and we’re also dying to see new original characters too! ) within our world. If you’re interested in joining and / or want to pick up one of these characters, please drop me a message to discuss details!

#discord roleplay #fantasy roleplay #period roleplay #wanted writers #roleplay partner search

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detroitlib · 9 months

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Nighttime view of Detroit waterfront, skyline and Detroit River. Ferry and steamship travel on river in foreground. Printed on front: "639, water front by illumination, Detroit, Mich." Printed on back: "Metrocraft, Everett, Mass." Handwritten on back: "Aug. 3, 1941. Fine trip but not much time to write or even wire. Will tell you all about it when we get home. In Canada for 2 days - no tourists from there - both are well. Ada & [undecipherable]." Card is postmarked August 3, 1941.

Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library

#detroit #detroit history #1941 #postcards #vintage #vintage postcards #waterfront #riverfront #detroit river #skyline #metrocraft #fine trip #detroit public library

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Major Everett Frederic Morrow (April 20, 1909 - July 19, 1994) the son of John Eugene Morrow, a library custodian who became an ordained Methodist minister, and Mary Ann Hayes, a former farm worker and maid, was born in Hackensack, New Jersey. He graduated from Hackensack High School in 1925, where he served on the debate team for three years and was their president his senior year.

He attended Bowdoin College and at the time was one of only two African American students enrolled there. He did well academically but was forced to withdraw his senior year to help his family. He worked as a bank messenger on Wall Street and secured a social work job. He joined the National Urban League as a business manager of Opportunity Magazine, and he became a field secretary for the NAACP, traveling across the nation to promote membership and fundraising.

He entered the Army as a private and was promoted to sergeant within a month. He graduated from Officers Candidate School and was discharged as a Major of Artillery.

He graduated from Rutgers Law School with a JD. He returned to active duty in the armed forces during the Korean War. He joined the CBS as a public affairs writer.

General Dwight Eisenhower’s Presidential campaign hired him as a personal adviser and administrative assistant. He was appointed advisor on Business affairs in the Department of Commerce. He became the first African American Presidential aide in history, serving as Administrative Officer for Special projects on President Eisenhower’s staff (1955-61).

He was frustrated and angered that many qualified African Americans were excluded from high-level political positions in government and the private sector. His executive position in the White House was an important symbol of racial progress.

He became Vice President of the African-American Institute in New York. He was the first African American at Bank of America to be promoted to Vice President of its New York-based international subsidiary. He was an executive for the Education Testing Service. He was a member of Sigma Pi Phi and Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternities. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #alphaphialpha #sigmapiphi

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reasoningdaily · 4 months

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The question of what life is — how atoms and molecules become living cells, what differentiates a rock from the lichen on it and a robot from a human being — has shaped human thought for as long as we have been thinking. For a long time, it was believed that living beings are animated by some mysterious vital force beyond mere matter — a spark of life, hidden deep within. This view, known as vitalism, crumbled on the anatomy table of Romantic science when the scalpel found no mysterious soul-organ super-added by a divine hand. Everything we are, these heretical discoveries intimated, must be housed in the body, must arise from this mortal matter, must be the product of physical forces that “animate the lifeless clay,” as Mary Shelley (who frequented London’s science lectures) wrote in Frankenstein — that far-seeing reckoning with the mystery of life weighed against its materiality.

Within a century, just before he sparked the dawn of artificial intelligence, the young Alan Turing was bending his pliant mind around the notion that we are built of “living bricks set in dead mortar.”

Born not long after the development of cell theory began revolutionizing our understanding of life, at a time when the cell was established as the basic biological unit but its inner workings remained an enigma, Just set out to understand how a cell becomes a living organism. Studying a sand dollar during fertilization, he made a landmark discovery of how the egg cell directs its own development — anathema to prior understanding of the inception of life.

A few years before James Baldwin did the same for the same reasons, Just moved to Europe to live and work in self-elected exile freer, though never entirely free, from his homeland’s prejudices. As a world war was breaking out, he published his magnum opus — The Biology of the Cell Surface (public library) — recounting his revelatory research in uncommonly poetic prose bridging the scientific and the existential.

Half a century before the evolutionary biologist Lynn Margulis gave us her Gaia hypothesis of inter-relation, anchored in her view that “life is a unitary phenomenon, no matter how we express that fact,” Just anticipates the the new biology of poetic ecology and writes:

We feel the beauty of Nature because we are part of Nature and because we know that however much in our separate domains we abstract from the unity of Nature, this unity remains.

This unity holds up at every scale, from the atoms to the stars:

Nature is both continuous and corpuscular. In the former sense, we pass from lower to higher revelations of organization almost insensibly and with scarcely a break. Every form of matter follows upon another. In the latter sense, we recognize breaks in natural states from electron to atom, from atom to molecule, from molecule to compound, and from compounds in association to living matter. But even conceived of as corpuscular, matter, as we know it, is never purely discrete and absolutely independent from the remainder of nature. Whether we study atoms or stars or that form of matter, known as living, always must we reckon with inter-relations. The universe, however much we fragment it, abstract it, ever retains its unity. The egg cell also is a universe. And if we could but know it we would feel in its minute confines the majesty and beauty which match the vast wonder of the world outside of us. In it march events that give us the story of all life from the first moment when somehow out of chaos came life and living.

Art by Luisa Uribe from The Vast Wonder of the World — a picture-book biography of Ernest Everett Just

Adding to “the vast wonder of the world,” rather than subtracting from it, is the knowledge that all this ravishing complexity, all this breathtaking pulsating beauty, is made of the most elementary building blocks:

The realm of living things being a part of nature is contiguous to the non-living world. Living things have material composition, are made up finally of units, molecules, atoms, and electrons, as surely as any non-living matter. Like all forms in nature they have chemical structure and physical properties, are physico-chemical systems. As such they obey the laws of physics and chemistry. Would one deny this fact, one would thereby deny the possibility of any scientific investigation of living things. No matter what beliefs we entertain, the noblest and purest, concerning life as something apart from physical and chemical phenomena, we can not with the mental equipment which we now possess reach any estimate of living things as apart from the remainder of the physico-chemical world.

Living things, Just observes, are not made of some special stuff but of the commonest chemical elements, so the difference between life and non-life cannot be attributed to matter alone. The difference, he argues, is not one of composition but of organizing principle — a kind of choreography, orchestrating motion in time. A year before Borges insisted that time is the substance we are made of, Just writes:

Living matter has an organization peculiar to itself. Nowhere except in the living world does matter exhibit this organization. Life, even in the simplest animal or plant, so far as we know, never exists apart from it. Resting above and conditioned by non-living matter, life perhaps arose through the chance combination of the compounds which compose it. But who knows? A living thing is not only structure but structure in motion. As static, it reveals the superlative combination of compounds of matter; as a moving event, it presents the most intricate time-pattern in nature. Life is exquisitely a time-thing, like music.

Anatomy of a bird by French artist Paul Sougy. (Available as a print, benefitting The Nature Conservancy.)

An epoch before Just, responding to the death of vitalism on the anatomy table, Emily Dickinson had captured the irreducibility of life, the way its dissection into parts will never account for the organizing principle that harmonizes the whole:

Split the Lark — and you’ll find the Music… Scarlet Experiment!… Now, do you doubt that your Bird was true?

#We Are the Music #We Are the Spark: Pioneering Biologist Ernest Everett Just on What Makes Life Alive #Life #Ernest Everett

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The New Newcrest

I didn't go through the pain of taking pictures of every public lot in Newcrest, but you can see some of the buildings here.

The world is based on Houston, but has big Silicon Hills vibes in terms of townies.

In Bridgeview you will find The Clean Bean Laundromat & Cafe, and some quirky neighbors.

The retired Angie and Belinda Childress live in the first townhouse with their cat.

Next door to them are Mandy and Dwight Wharton. These two can come off as pretty stuck up, typical full of themselves trust fund adults. If you dig deeper, you'll see they're deeply dedicated people. Their steakhouse in Copperdale is one of the top restaurants in reviews!

At the Asphalt Apartments, next door to the empty house on the corner, you can meet the Parris family - Corbin the Tech Guru, his wife Ratna the Scientist, their perfectionist teenager Everett, and their toddler Jerrica.

Elder Poppy Mims pretty much runs the place, and evil genius Sabrina Dove keeps everyone on their toes.

Llama Lagoon has a few ammenities. Sims can wind down, or do some shopping at the Super Green Spa and Thrifty Llama.

Twin Oracle park has fun activities for every member of the family (which I think I say about every park XD).

Across the street from the neighborhood's starter home is Tranquil Crescent Place Apartments. Home of retired creative Roger Selby, aspiring actress Marina Rindle, lazy writer Edgar Duncan, party animal Eka Mentari, klepto Chi Lai, and the self-assured Tori Lott.

Ridgeline Drive is the place to keep up appearances. Visit the Sandy Run Gym, Newcrest Childrens Museum, Montrose Collective Library, Ridgeline Rec Center, or Optimists Photo Studio.

#sims build #realistic save file #newcrest realistic #sims save file

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bobmccullochny · 5 months

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History

November 19, 1493 - Puerto Rico was discovered by Columbus during his second voyage to the New World.

November 19, 1703 - The "Man in the Iron Mask," a prisoner of Louis XIV in the Bastille prison in Paris, died. The prisoner may have been Count Matthioli, who had double-crossed Louis XIV, or may have even been the brother of Louis XIV. His true identity has been the cause of much intrigue, and was celebrated in literary works such as Alexandre Dumas' The Viscount Bragelonne.

November 19, 1863 - President Abraham Lincoln delivered the Gettysburg Address during ceremonies dedicating 17 acres of the Gettysburg Battlefield as a National Cemetery. Famed orator Edward Everett of Massachusetts preceded Lincoln and spoke for two hours. Lincoln then delivered his address in less than two minutes. Although many in attendance were at first unimpressed, Lincoln's words have come to symbolize the definition of democracy itself.

November 19, 1868 - New Jersey suffragists attempted to vote in the presidential election to test the 14th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution which states, "no State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States." 172 suffragists, including four African American women, were turned away. Instead they cast their votes in a women's ballot box overseen by 84-year-old Quaker Margaret Pryer.

November 19, 1939 - Construction of the first presidential library began as President Franklin D. Roosevelt laid the cornerstone next to his home in Hyde Park, New York. Roosevelt donated the land, but public donations funded the library building which was dedicated on June 30, 1941.

November 19, 1942 - The Russian Army began a massive counter-offensive against the Germans at Stalingrad during World War II.

November 19, 1969 - The first news reports emerged that American troops in Vietnam had massacred civilians in My Lai Village back in March of 1968.

November 19, 1977 - Egyptian President Anwar Sadat became the first Arab leader to visit Israel.

November 19, 1978 - The biggest mass suicide in history occurred as Reverend Jim Jones led over 900 followers to their deaths at Jonestown, Guyana. Members of his "Peoples Temple" religious cult were ordered to drink a cyanide-laced fruit drink. Those who refused were forcibly injected. Precipitating the tragedy a day earlier, California Congressman Leo J. Ryan, along with four associates and several reporters, had been shot to death during an ambush at a nearby airstrip. They were attempting to return home after investigating the cult's remote jungle location. Jones and his mistress killed themselves after watching his entire membership die. Only a few cult members managed to escape.

November 19-20, 1990 - The Cold War came to an end during a summit in Paris as leaders of NATO and the Warsaw Pact signed a Treaty on Conventional Forces in Europe, vastly reducing their military arsenals.

November 19, 1996 - Pope John Paul II and Cuban leader Fidel Castro held their historic first meeting in the Vatican.

November 19, 1998 - The U.S. House of Representatives began an impeachment inquiry of President Bill Clinton, only the third presidential impeachment inquiry in U.S. History - the other two being of President Andrew Johnson in 1868 and President Richard Nixon in 1974.

Birthday - Charles I, King of Scotland and England (1600-1649) was born. He ruled from 1625-49. He maintained the Divine Right of Kings to rule and opposed Parliament's challenges to his authoritarian style. This resulted in civil war and his eventual execution, followed by the establishment of a Commonwealth with Oliver Cromwell as Lord Protector.

Birthday - James A. Garfield (1831-1881) the 20th U.S. President was born in Orange, Ohio. He served from March 4 to September 19, 1881. He was shot by a disgruntled office-seeker while walking into the railway station in Washington, D.C., on the morning of July 2nd, 1881. Garfield survived until September 19, 1881, when he succumbed to blood poisoning.

Birthday - Indian Prime Minister Indira Gandhi (1917-1984) was born in Allahabad, India. She served from 1966-75 and later from 1980 to 1984, when she was assassinated by her own bodyguards as she walked to her office. Her only surviving son, Rajiv, became the next prime minister. In 1991, he was assassinated while campaigning for re-election.

Birthday - Baseball player Roy Campanella (1921-1993) was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He was one of the first African American major league players and was one of the Brooklyn Dodgers' "Boys of Summer." His career ended when an automobile accident left him paralyzed in 1958. He then became an inspirational spokesman for the paralyzed.

#today's smile

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millingroundireland · 7 months

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Bibliographic essay for the last five posts

This was originally part of the the third chapter in my family history on the Mills family, and published on WordPress, but has been broken up into various parts for this blog.

For the information on the Mills family, I used Find a Grave memorials of the following people:

John N. Mills (#8761820), Virginia Ellen Whitworth (#27406663), Rev John Thomas “Tom” Mills (#140243544), Bertha Ann Lane (#140246323), Cecil Virginia Mills (#140243354), Otis O’Neal Jackson (#126140098), Bonnie Gail Jackson (#142300585), George Newton Mills (#58071180), Ernest Everett Mills (#181497900), Mary Opal Brownfield (#181498075), John Simon Mills (#22708610), Sandra K. “Sandy” Bogdanich (#78076180), Lucille Virginia “Nan” Mills (#45100040), John Maurice Harding (#139577346), Glenda Juanita Mills (#50664713), Aaron Burr Mills, Jr (#94997079), Millie Lucille Freeman (#94997208), Naomi Lorraine Mills (#19591030), Virgil V. Porter (#19590904), and Cozette Mills (#152732975).

I looked at the original census documents for the 1880, 1900, 1920, 1930, and 1940 censuses, focusing on Dora A. Mills (1880), John Newton Mills (1900), Edward E. Mills (1900), and Margaret E. Mills (then Cosgrove) (1900), Margaret E. Mills (then Cosgrove) (1910), Robert B. Mills (1910), Edward E. Mills (1910), John N. Mills (1920), Robert B. Mills (1930), and John N. Mills (1940). I also looked at, on Family Search, the death record for Dora A. Mills in 1895 within Massachusetts Death Records; Hattie B. Mills (then Beals) death certificate in 1912 within “Massachusetts Deaths, 1841-1915” record collection; death certificate of John N Mills in 1945.

I also used certain records with the National Archives of Ireland’s Diocesan and Prerogative Wills, 1595-1898 database, specifically one for a person with surname of Mills or Wallis, and first name of Elizabeth, in the Cashel and Emly diocese, Waterford District, and living in Crossogue, County Tipperary when the probate was served in 1760. I also used the search engine for this National Archives’s database, listing 147 people with the surname of Mills.

For information on Joseph B. Mills, I used pages from Smith’s history of Warren County in 1895, page 492 of the Laws of the State of New York: Passed at the One Hundred and Ninth Session of the Legislature published in 1886 and digitized on Google Books, page 51 of Norton’s Ithaca City Directory 1890-1891 digitized by the Tompkins County Public Library, page 286 of the 1894 book titled History and biography of Washington county and the town of Queensbury, New York digitized by the Internet Archive and on genealogytrails.com, a page on the site of Warren County, NY government titled “Chairmen of the Board of Supervisors,” a page titled a “Historical Listing of Supervisors by Town 1888-2016” hosted by the Warren County government with a specific focus on page 3 of the PDF which focuses on the town of Chester, page 4 of the Proceedings of the Board of Supervisors of the County of Warren in 1901 digitized on Google Book.

I also used newspaper clippings from fultonhistory.com including: “Pottersville,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), 1881; “Personals,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), 1881; “Chester,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), 1886; “Legislative Yeoman,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), 1886; “A Judgment Reversed,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), 1890; Article about case by Samuel T. Guilford, The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1890; “Sheriff’s Sale,” Lake George News (Warrenburg), 1890; “Farewell Testimonial,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), 1891; “The Board of Health,” Paterson Morning Call, Jul 13, 1892; “Pottersville,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), Jul 2, 1893; Joseph B. Mills, “Warren County Laws,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), 1895; “Standard Bearers Chosen,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), Sept 1, 1894; “Chester Town Audit,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1894; “Official Canvas,” Lake George News (Warrenburg), autumn 1894; “Republicans at the Burg,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1895; “Personals,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), Apr 15, 1895; “Town Tickets Nominated,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1896; “Personals,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1897; “Republican nominations,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), 1897; “List of Nominations,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1897; “Chestertown,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1897; “Personals,” Lake George News (Warrenburg), 1897; “Personals,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), 1897; “State Capitol Employees to J.B. Mills,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1897; “Pottersville,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1897; “Personals” (different article), The Daily Times (Glens Falls), 1897; “Statement,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1898; “Recovered value of his hay,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1899; Varying articles about Mary A. Hammond suit, The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1899; “Necrology,” Daily Times (Troy, NY), 1900; “In Memoriam,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1900; “Obituary,” Daily Times (Troy, NY), 1900; “Deaths,” Washington County Post (North White Creek, NY), May 11, 1900; “Personals,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1900; “Warren County” (obituary), Daily Times (Troy, NY), May 7, 1900; “County Audits,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), Dec 1900; “One Hundred Years Since Organization of Warren County,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), 1911.

Also see a 2010 article titled “Sheriff seeks historic photos for display” in the Sun Community News & Printing for the detail about Joseph’s missing photograph. For the information on Joseph’s will, I used the will which is within Ancestry.com’s New York, Wills and Probate Records, 1659-1999 collection which derives from Wills, Vol G-I, 1897-1909, New York County, District and Probate Courts, pp 466-467. A harder to read copy of this will is within the same Ancestry.com collection which derives from Estate Records, No. 1-13, 353, Book of Wills, New York. Surrogate's Court (Warren County), Warren, New York, Wills, Vol G-H, pp 466-67. The latter record has a page, 468, that notes the minors of Joseph B. Mills. For the letter of testamentary and administration see the Letters of Administration and Testamentary, 1830-1919, New York. Surrogate's Court (Warren County), Warren, New York, Letters of Test, Vol H-K, 1894-1918, Ancestry.com.

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