#geoffrey bailey | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

China blocked Tumblr because of pornography and censorship problems in 2013.

imgonnagetkilledbynutstink · 6 months

Text

They're boyfriends your honor

#testament of youth #edward brittain #geoffrey thurlow #taron egerton #jonathan bailey

52 notes · View notes

jbaileyfansite · 2 years

Photo

Jonathan Bailey as Geoffrey Thurlow

Testament of Youth (2014)

#jonathan bailey #jonny bailey #jonathanbaileyedit #jbaileyedit #testament of youth #geoffrey thurlow #myedit

66 notes · View notes

callisto-sims · 1 year

Photo

TOWNIE TAKEOVER GAMEPLAY! So far, these are the households I will be posting my ‘Townie Takeover’ gameplay with! If you have any suggestions or Townie’s you would just love to see then please message me & I’ll be more than happy to consider it! I have some ideas for the families and where their lives/stories might go. There won’t be any set schedule of what stories are posted when, but I will tag them with their names so if you only want to read certain Townie stories you can have that option too! Octavia Moon & Bailey Thorne Bella & Mortimer Goth Bob & Eliza Pancakes Judith Ward & Gunther Munch Nancy & Geoffrey Landgraab Summer Holliday, Liberty Lee, & Travis Scott Anjelo Morlind & Dina Caliente Nina Caliente & Don Lothario

14 notes · View notes

memoryweaver · 1 year

Text

Spousal Swap with the Husbands in the Landgraab and Bailey-Moon Households

#sims 4 #geoffrey landgraab #thorne bailey #twitch

7 notes · View notes

lizabethstucker · 6 months

Text

The Mammoth Book of the End of the World edited by Mike Ashley

3.5 out of 5

A collection of twenty-four short stories and novellas exploring the destruction of civilization and/or the planet. The authors range from Golden Age giants to more modern ones. While the majority of the stories are reprints, there are a few original to this collection.

I've taken my time reading this chunky book which is reflected in the time taken from start to finish. I find collections like this work better for me when I dip in when I want something different from what else that I've been reading. However the stories are different enough to read through with no interruptions.

One of the better collections of this trope that I've read in many years. Only one story came in rated at less than 3 stars, an unusual situations with such a narrow focus and large number of stories. A few of my favorites include "When Sysadmins Ruled the World" by Cory Doctorow; "The Last Sunset" by Geoffrey A. Landis, particularly heart wrenching; and "And the Deep Blue Sea" by Elizabeth Bear.

If you love well written stories, consider picking this up. It is well worth your time.

1 note · View note

onwednesdayswewrite · 1 year

Text

this hell is better with you {tara carpenter}

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader

Warnings: canon typical violence for scream, talk of murder, blood, smoking weed, cursing, misuse of prescription drugs, dark themes. CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR SCREAM 6

Word Count: 3.5k

hey y’all, I had a ton of fun writing this, and have a few more ideas in this little universe so let me know if you would be interested in seeing more!

chapter 2: you, tara carpenter, have stolen my heart

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was the fall of your senior year at Blackmore University when you first realized you loved Tara Carpenter. Your heated debates over Geoffrey Chaucer and Jane Austen had drawn you closer to her. Being the overachiever she was, Tara was taking English Lit as a freshman; while you barely scraped by to get a passing grade. Though your time together was usually cut short, you couldn’t miss the way even the overly bright fluorescent lecture hall lights made her eyes sparkle. Or the way the memory of summer days danced across her cheeks in the form of freckles. Or the way that little scar by her eye crinkled whenever she smiled.

Of course you knew of the Woodsboro native’s past, everyone did. It didn’t terrify you like it did most, it only excited you.

Your encounters had been limited to a few study sessions and passing each other on campus. You wanted more, but her friend group always lingered. Mindy was sweet, a bit of a geek but you found it appealing. And Mindy’s girlfriend, Anika was nice too but you didn't know her well. And Quinn, you liked Quinn. Of course then there was Chad. You didn’t like Chad one bit. Chad rubbed you the wrong way. He always walked around acting like he owned everything. Including Tara.

And Sam? Well Sam was a whole different monster entirely.

The day started like most did these days. A double at the hospital meant the twelve block trek back to your off-campus apartment would be hell. The caffeine pumping through your veins did little to ease the exhaustion. It was a Sunday which meant you only had a few hours of peace before you had to begin studying for morning classes. You wanted nothing more than to fill those hours with sleep but the constant honking of horns and the wailing of sirens made it seem unlikely. It was days like this where you wished New York City wasn’t the city that never slept, even if it was the middle of the day.

As the hustle began to ease closer to your apartment, the sounds of sirens continued to fill the air. You didn’t live in the best part of town, but this was unusual. Your phone buzzed in the leg of your scrub pocket. It was a notification from the News app that came pre-installed on your phone. The heading read ‘police release names of Blackmore students murdered to be that of Anika Kayoko and Quinn Bailey’. You felt lighter now, that takes care of two of Tara's friends. Poor Mindy though, she seemed to really like Anika. Your bitten-down fingertips hit the notification, and scanned the article. ‘Kayoko and Bailey were in Bailey's midtown apartment when the attacks took place.’

Your blood ran cold and you felt your heart plummet to your feet, Quinn was Tara’s roommate. Was Tara okay? Your mind ran through every possibility, before you took a moment to settle. Think rationally, y/n. You had been floated to the surgical floor, if anything too bad had happened, you would have known.

It was when you were about half a block from your apartment and the sirens only got louder and louder you grew concerned. You didn’t live that close to the Carpenter’s and there shouldn’t still be police activity.

When you turned the ally onto your street you knew something was very wrong. The entire block filled with every first responder in the area. New York’s finest. The fire department. Paramedics and emergency medical technicians. The coroner.

‘They found you y/n. I told you that you should have hidden the body better’ the bottle of pills shook in the pocket of your thrift store jacket. Maybe an extra one wouldn’t hurt, they would kick you from the nursing program if they knew about the voices. The bottle rolled between your fingers when you pulled it from your pocket. Only 13 pills left, you couldn’t risk what would happen if you ran out. You slid the bottle back into the pocket and zipped it shut.

You quickly realized things were not as they seemed when you spotted none other than Samantha Carpenter amongst the crowd. Her body was covered in blood. It didn’t seem to be her blood, but where the hell was Tara? You knew Sam never let her far from sight, so Tara had been with her? Sam didn’t seem overly upset given the situation.

Your worries dissipated into the air when Tara hopped down from the back of an ambulance. Your heart settled in your chest. She was walking, talking with Sam and another blonde woman and seemed fairly unharmed. And she looked even more beautiful now than you swore she had before. The way the red and blue lights of the ambulance reflected against her chocolate eyes. And being soaked in blood that wasn’t her own was a good look. Though her arm was in a sling, the white fabric tightened around her neck. A rather shitty job, you could have done better yourself.

You observed them as they spoke for a few moments. They were just a little too far to hear the conversation, but you certainly saw when Tara’s face crumbled. Oh. Oh. She was crying now, tears driving her mascara stains farther down her cheeks. You had never seen her cry before, and the deep pit forming in your stomach told you that you would never let it happen again. Now if you could only get your hands on whoever did this you would rip-

“Hey, we got another one here” a grimace of pain flashed across her face from the movement, but it didn’t stop Tara from rushing to greet the second paramedic squad rolling a gurney from within the theater.

“Chad, Chad” Tara’s voice cracked when she called out to him, nothing but joy laced in her words.

“How are you alive?” Sam joined Tara at the side of the stretcher. A stupid boyish smile found its way to Chad’s face under the oxygen mask as he held up four shaky, bloodied fingers.

“Core fucking four” Tara let out a watery giggle, and a smile followed. A wide smile. One that made dimples crinkle up the skin on her blood stained cheeks. Normally it would have settled the fire in your stomach, but not this time. Not when Chad was the reason for it. Not when Tara was clinging to him, tightly gripping his arm, scared that he would leave her.

‘They should have just let him die, he’s too close to Tara’ the voice echoed through your head. The pill bottle felt heavy in your pocket now. You untightened the safety cap and dry swallowed the pill. 12 pills would have to be enough. You would make it be enough.

“Oh my god are you guys okay?” Mindy stubbled past the line of police officers. An IV port in the back of her hand, and a hospital bracelet hanging from her wrist. She practically crashed into the group. Tara’s hands only leaving Chad’s arm to steady Mindy’s gait.

“Ma’am this is an active crime scene, you can’t be here” the officer was much larger than you, and it was no use fighting against him as he backed you down the street, pushing you farther from Tara.

You took one final glance back at Tara as she clung to her sister’s side, both watching as they loaded Chad into the second ambulance. With a deep breath, you turned your shoulders and headed down the street. I’ll be back for you, Tara Carpenter.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When I recovered, I got mad. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life being afraid of monsters. I wanted the monsters to be afraid of me. Kirby’s words echoed through Tara’s head as she entered Sam’s mandatory trauma group therapy. Tara was tired of it. Tired of always being afraid and running. Tired of being small and tired of being stabbed. Tired of being on the shit end of kill or be killed. Ever since the moment Tara drove that knife into Ethan, something changed in her. It came as a gnawing, aching feeling, a deep desire to feel the warm blood pump over her hands again.

The therapy did little to ease the continued obsessive thoughts. Sam’s new therapist freaked her out and she hated the sterile environment of private therapy so Sam suggested group therapy.

Tara felt sick to her stomach as she listened to the others talk about their feelings. She reached for her now lukewarm Starbucks coffee, but it did little to push the bile back down her throat. How could they feel this way when she felt so different?

“Tara, do you have anything you would like to share?” Every pair of eyes in the room shot to Tara when the older lady running the session spoke to her. Curious eyes, just waiting to hear her sob story. All judging her as if they didn’t have their own fucked up shit going on.

“Hi…I’m Tara, and about 3 weeks ago my friends and I were attacked and I…” Tara voiced trailed off. She hated the way they all looked at her now. The pity laced in their eyes. She didn’t want pity. She didn’t deserve it.

“I just keep...I keep having these, um…these thoughts in my head, and I don’t…” Tara’s voice shook as she spoke. What the hell was she even supposed to say? The truth would no doubtably get her locked up.

“Now die a Fucking virgin” it felt good under Tara’s hands as Ethan choked on his own blood. His chest heaved as he tried to get oxygen past the blood rapidly filling his throat and lungs. Fear floated into his eyes as he realized he was dying, and it was so so sweet. Tara twisted the knife a little more. He gargled for air one last time. Tara let him fall at her feet. Fuck Ethan. And fuck his whole family for what they had done to her.

“I don’t know if I can control them...and I’m just...afraid of what’s gonna happen” Don’t say it Tara. Don’t say you’ve been longing to take another life since that moment. Don’t tell them it's the only thing you can think about, day and night. Make something up Tara, think fast. Her eyes rapidly scanned the room looking for an answer. All eyes were still on her, wide and scared, just waiting for her to lose it. Her chest felt heavy, how was she going to get out of this one?

Until her eyes found yours across the room. And for once someone was finally looking at her like she wasn’t crazy. Like they weren’t going to lock her up and force pills down her throat. Like someone who finally understood her. Her heart was racing now. It was all too much.

“I’m sorry, I need a second.” Tara pushed herself up from the chair and darted for the door without a second thought.

The stale air of the meeting hall had been suffocating her, and now with the cool evening air rushing into her lungs, she felt like she could breathe again. She took another deep breath and settled down against the brick wall of the building. It felt nice on her spine after half an hour of sitting in those cheap plastic chairs. Tara checked her phone again, had it really only been 30 minutes?

“Want a hit?” Tara almost didn’t notice you settle down next to her, offering a small vape in her direction. “Or may I offer a stale doughnut and coffee that tastes like it was brewed with sewer water?” You offered up your other hand which contained a white paper coffee cup with a black lid with a chocolate sprinkle doughnut balanced on top.

Tara took your offering of the doughnut, maybe the sugar would stop her hands from shaking so much. She picked a few sprinkles from the icing before tearing off a chunk of the doughnut. She was right, the chocolate did settle her nerves a little.

“What are you doing here, y/n? Therapy I mean” Tara ripped off another piece of the doughnut, and then set the rest down on her thigh.

“That’s a bit of a personal question, don’t you think?” Your eyes followed a fallen leaf as it tumbled through the parking lot. Tara knew it wasn’t that interesting, you were just avoiding making eye contact.

“We almost kissed, I think I’m allowed to ask you personal questions” Tara chuckled out, the autumn breeze cooling the fire blooming on her cheeks.

“And that shows the complex relationship between- y/n, are you even listening to me?” Tara paused her rant about Paradise Lost when she noticed your eyes had been focusing on her and not the book in front of you. You clearly hadn’t been paying attention, you didn’t even notice her lift her head up to look at you. Tara grabbed a paper clip from the nearby stack of papers, and tossed it in your direction. It hit you square in the side of the nose and you jumped. Caught red handed.

“What? Yeah of course I am” your eyes shot down to the book beneath your fingertips, clearly trying to figure out what the hell she had been going on about.

“Focus, our midterm is next week” Tara tapped her pastel blue pen down on the paragraph she had been talking about. “And stop staring, it’s creepy” Tara didn’t really think it was creepy, but she knew if she let you look at her for too much longer then you might notice the pink tint that was finding its way to her cheeks from you being so close.

“I’m not a creep! I just think you have a pretty voice” you pretended to act shocked, but you knew Tara didn’t take any of your shit. Not when it came to classes. Not with your graduation looming in the distance. Tara wasn’t sure what your plans were after college, but she hoped you were planning on staying close. Would you stay working at the same hospital?

“That’s something a creep would say” Tara teased, rolling onto her stomach to copy you. She didn’t want to think about you graduating, and leaving just yet. It made her feel like lightning struck her heart. She didn’t like that feeling. “This is important, can we please focus?” As much as Tara wanted you to stay, she didn’t like the idea of you failing being the only reason for staying.

“I’m already focusing on something important to me” Tara looked up to see you already looking at her. Your hand pushed back a piece of hair that had fallen out of her messy bun. Fuck. Tara felt butterflies erupt in her stomach. Their soft wings tickled the sides, spreading the warmth they left through her body. Tara watched as your eyes shifted down to her lips and then back up to her eyes. Please kiss me. Tara felt the heat between the two of you, something seemingly pulling you closer and closer.

Your copy of Paradise Lost disregarded somewhere on the bed between the two of you, and for once Tara didn’t care. All she could think about was why the hell you couldn’t put on your big kid pants for once in your life and kiss her. Did she really have to do all the work? Just when she thought she was gonna explode, you leaned forward on your elbows. Your breath tickled her nose. Please just kiss me, you idiot.

“Tara” Quinn shoved open the door to Tara’s room without a care. You quickly jumped away from each other, the notebooks in front of you suddenly becoming very interesting. That's it, Tara had decided you really were an idiot. She wasn’t even sure she could save you anymore.

“Did I cockblock you?” it didn’t take a fool to read the situation, and Quinn certainly wasn’t a fool. Definitely not when it came to this.

“What did you just say?” Tara squeezed her eyes shut. This is not happening right now.

“Cockblocked you, I cockblocked you, didn’t I?” Quinn waved her finger between the two of you.

“Immediate no” Tara jumped up from her spot on the bed, shaking her head. Quinn had just ruined this for her, and now she was only making it worse.

“Please stop saying the word cock” your voice was muffled from where you had your face pressed into your notebook. Tara wondered if your cheeks looked as red as hers felt.

“What’d…what’d you need?” Tara’s voice stuttered.

“Sam just texted me asking if I needed anything, so she's on her way home” Quinn waved her phone at them as evidence. Tara hated it. She wasn’t ready to handle Sam just yet. You sent her a sad smile; you knew that meant your night was over. Tara took a deep breath and ran her fingers through her hair. She really hated it.

“Don’t ever enter a room like that again” Tara let out a sigh of frustration and sat back down on the bed.

“I won’t” Quinn nodded her head, feeling just as awkward now.

“Nice to see you, Quinn” you waved her direction and she offered an apologetic smile, turning and leaving the room. “But I'm gonna get out of here before your sister kills me” You smiled down at Tara. Tara could feel her cheeks burn even hotter now as you packed up your books.

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow, Carpenter” you sent a wink in her direction before slipping out the window and down the fire escape. Tara let herself fall back on the bed. Fuck. The butterflies in her stomach felt bigger now, like a bird had taken over and was starting to flap its wings.

“I changed my mind, give me that” Tara snatched the vape from your hand, and began to take a hit. The fire had begun to light up in her chest just from being close to you again. And she definitely wouldn’t have the courage to follow through with her plan if she was sober.

“It’s weed Tara, don’t green out on me” you tried to pull the vape from her lips, but she swatted you away. It burned her throat, and her lungs felt heavy.

“I know what I’m doing, I’m not some amateur” Tara took another long hit from it just to prove her point. When she exhaled she instantly felt the tickle in her throat. She felt her face start to turn red as she resisted the urge to cough. She wouldn’t let you think you were even a little right.

“Not an amateur?” Your eyebrow cocked up, and a smirk played on your lips. After a few more seconds of watching her struggle, you offered her the cheap therapy coffee. And Tara took it gratefully, anything to soothe her throat.

The second the coffee hit her tongue she knew it was a mistake. You had been right about one thing; that coffee HAD been made with sewer water. Tara felt humiliated as she sat coughing and spitting up trash coffee as the people of New York City passed by. Judging her. As if they even had a clue what she had been through.

“Easy sweetheart, they haven’t given me my nursing license yet” your hand felt warm on her back, rubbing soothing circles. And even when the coughing settled and she sat back upright, you didn’t stop. You pulled her closer even. Tara didn’t mind though, she honestly hoped you wouldn’t ever stop.

You were so close together now, the scent of coffee and weed still lingering on both of your breaths. Tara watched as you scanned her face for any sign of discomfort. Your face visibly settled when you found none. Tara wasn’t messed up by any means, but she definitely felt the high easing her nerves. She felt lighter now, like the weight of the world wasn't completely on her shoulders for once. And by the look on your face, she was sure you would take that weight if she had asked you to.

Tara’s fingertips traced the scar above your eyebrow. It ran down the side of your face, and ended abruptly at your cheekbone. How had you gotten it? It didn’t look overly fresh, but was that why you had come to counseling?

You abruptly grabbed her hand. Tara’s eyes flew to yours, and your skin warmed hers. The warmth burned hotter in her chest too. Tara liked having you this close.

“I will not be held responsible for my actions if you don’t stop touching me” Your eyes were serious.

Tara swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat. She had been holding back from you long enough that even the idea of giving in made her hands shake. Tara held your gaze for a moment, contemplating her next move, then shifted onto her knees and pressed her lips against yours.

“Good girl” you whispered when she finally pulled away. She shivered under you.

“You like that, don’t you? You want everyone to think you're so sweet and innocent. And good.” your breath tickled her ear “but you like the darkness. You need it, crave it. And I'm going to give it to you, Tara Carpenter”.

And you were right. Tara needed it. She craved it. She craved you.

chapter 2: you, tara carpenter, have stolen my heart

#tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader #ghostface!tara #tara carpenter #scream

726 notes · View notes

yamikakyuu · 1 year

Text

Happy International Asexual Day to

Rudyard Funn, Zolf Smith, Walter Pensive, Red Handed Robin, Jonathan Sims, Prof Geoffrey Troughton, Sam Bailey, Daughter Dooley, The Broker, and Dr Jared Hel

#international asexual day #ace podcast characters #wooden overcoats #rqg #hfth #dice shame #tma #shadows at the door #the sheridan tapes #old gods of appalachia #skyjacks #jar of rebuke #asexual #international asexuality day

371 notes · View notes

beatleskinkmeme · 4 months

Note

Fic based on this story told to Geoffrey Giuliano: ‘Finally, a story told to this author offers further confirmation. The anecdote was related during a London dinner party in 1993 at the home of British radio and television broadcaster Gloria Hunniford. Hunniford's friend (who asked not to be identified) was a guest at a London bash in 1965 when she and a friend happened to pass by a bedroom door. They peered inside and found John Lennon passively engaged in anal sex with a well-known male celebrity photographer. The door was quickly slammed shut and the secret, likewise, kept all these years.’

Bonus if this makes things complicated with Paul

(Especially if the photographer was Bailey)

#prompts #john/other #mclennon #john and paul #john #paul #quote prompt

19 notes · View notes

talonabraxas · 2 years

Photo

Ode to the Sun Frixos Aristefs Solar Logos The deity that governs an entire solar system, of which the Sun is the outermost manifestation. This view has been espoused by many ancient teachings such as those of Hermeticism, Philolaus the Pythagorean, the Kabbalah, the Gnostics, and Julian the Apostate. It is also found in the writings of modern theosophists, especially the writers after the death of Helena P. BLAVATSKY. The Solar Logos has been equated with Ishvara or God of our system. The perceived divinity of the Sun has also been the basis of the various forms of sun-worship among the Persians, Indians, Greeks, Mayans and other ancient cultures (see SUN).In discussing the Gnostic view that the God Ildabaoth is said to be inferior to Anthropos and the Son of Anthropos, Blavatsky states that “This is a good proof that there were three Logoi (besides the Seven born of the First), one of these being the Solar Logos” (SD I:449). In another place, she quotes Philolaus the Pythagorean who speaks of the physical Sun as a “mirror of fire,” and she adds that “Philolaus referred to the central spiritual Sun, whose beams and effulgence are only mirrored by our central Star, the Sun. This is as clear to the Occultists as it was to the Pythagoreans. As for the profane of pagan antiquity, it was, of course, the physical Sun that was the ‘highest God’ for them” (CW XIV:223). Blavatsky regarded the teachings regarding the spiritual Sun as mysteries that are withheld from the profane. This teaching was given out by Julian the Apostate, who was the Roman Emperor from 361-3, for which reason, according to Blavatsky, “the hitherto protecting hand was withdrawn from him” and he died a violent death in accordance with his karma. Julian taught the Trinity of the Sun, “the first is the universal cause of all, Sovereign Good and perfection; the Second Power is paramount intelligence, having dominion over all reasonable beings . . .; the third is the visible Sun” (CW XIV:223). Blavatsky further explains that The pure energy of solar intelligence proceeds from the luminous seat occupied by our Sun in the center of heaven, that pure energy being the Logos of our system; the “Mysterious Word-Spirit produces all through the Sun, and never operates through any other medium,” says Hermes Trismegistus. “For it is in the Sun, more than in any other heavenly body that the [unknown] Power placed the seat of its habitation.” (CW XIV:223) Later theosophical writers such as Gottfried de PURUCKER, Annie BESANT, Charles W. LEADBEATER, Curuppumullage JINARĀJADĀSA, Geoffrey HODSON and Alice BAILEY, wrote quite extensively on this subject. Leadbeater wrote that the Solar Logos represents what is meant by the title God. It has three aspects (the first, second and the third Logoi), and contains the seven planetary Logoi which are centers of forces or channels through which the forces of the Solar Logos flow out. From the Christian point of view, the three Logoi are equated with the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit.

144 notes · View notes

nucrests · 1 year

Note

this might be a too much to ask, but can we get the names of the sims you posted? they are all very beautiful and amazing ❤❤❤❤

I can definitely answer that for you! I'll have to answer under read more because it's gonna be a long post. I don't know if others wanna go through that on their dash lkhaldf So click on the read more link below! 😉⤵

1: Don Lothario (he/him) 2: Johnny Zest (he/him) 3: Yesenia Baugh (she/her) 4: Penny Pizzazz (she/her) 5: Dina Caliente (she/her) 6: Nina Caliente (she/her) 7: Paolo Rocca (he/him) 8: Marcus Flex (he/him)

9: Eva Capricciosa (she/her) 10: Jade Rosa (she/her) 11: Dominique Rojas (he/him) 12: Michael Smith (he/him) 13: Salim Benali (he/him) 14: Roman Conner (they/them) 15: Maria Conner (she/her) 16: Estevan Moya (he/him)

17: Jacinta Banks (she/her) 18: Seraphina Carrasco (she/her) 19: DeMario Humphrey (he/him) 20: Iniya Advani (she/her) 21: Jules Dupree (he/him) 22: Tatum Long (he/him) 23: Sabrina Ernst (she/her) 24: Lukas Power (he/him)

25: Thorne Bailey (he/him) 26: Octavia Moon (she/her) 27: Clio Bailey (she/her) 28: Dorian De La Cruz (he/him) 29: Zola Fiorello (she/her) 30: Giovanni Fiorello (he/him) 31: Jared Q Grimes (he/him) 32: Jordan Mayer (she/her)

33: Dante Lothario (he/him) 34: Bruna Lothario (she/her) 35: Johnson Ready (he/him) 36: Martin Wall (he/him) 37: Candy Behr (she/her) 38: Yuki Behr (she/her) 39: Adriana Lothario (she/her) 40: Nicolo Lothario (he/him)

41: Dirk Dreamer (he/him) 42: Aubrey Epperson (he/them) 43: Sean Sullivan (he/him) 44: Holly Vinedal (she/her) 45: Raj Khemlani (he/him) 46: Lacey Stiles (she/her) 47: Kalista Kalid (she/her) 48: Olivia Stewart (they/them)

49: Moose DuBros (he/him) 50: Brock Hackett (he/him) 51: Haven Upton (she/her) 52: Jasna Upton (she/her) 53: Carley Otto (she/her) 54: Moshe Starks (he/him) 55: Cherish Gann (she/her) 56: Willow Crawley (she/her)

57: Dudley Landgraab (he/him) 58: Mimi Landgraab (she/her) 59: Hank Goddard (he/him) 60: Pauline Wan (she/her) 61: Nancy Landgraab (she/her) 62: Geoffrey Landgraab (he/him) 63: Malcolm Landgraab (he/him) 64: Brytani Cho (she/her)

#💙#anonymous #asks #loooooooong post #i'm thinking i might create a characters page or something #with like mini bios and such #mostly my own visual notes #idk just a thought hmm

51 notes · View notes

ynaspaceblog · 7 months

Text

Canterbury Tales

Canterbury tales is a very successful literary piece of Geoffrey Chaucer. It is a collection of 24 stories or tales told by the pilgrims, a group of people who travel to Canterbury. It was a challenge of the host, Harry Bailey, he explained the structure of the challenge that each of them must share two stories on their way to Canterbury and on their way back home, for those who recited the most beautiful and wonderful tales will be considered as a winner and will be treated to a feast. In Canterbury tales, some of the stories are concerned with social status of the individual, religious belief, morality, power and corruption. All of these correlates into modern world society, as we observe that there’s a rampant corruption in our country, some government officials are concerned about their power and position they are being selfish. The same with social status, it is important to someone nowadays to live a good impression to people they just met, so that they can’t say anything bad behind their back. The morality and religious belief of individual are the same, it is part of human nature that cannot be change for years or more as it is past down generation to generation. The Miller’s Tale is one of the most popular story in Canterbury tales, it talks about the Carpenter’s wife and her lover tricking the Carpenter several times so that they can spend some time together. This story talks about the lust, misused of religion, and broken marriage that is most likely relatable to modern society. Cheating is so rampant, most people who are in relationships in this kind of relationship ended up breaking up or worse filling for divorced and annulment. Misused of religion is more alarming because of the recent events, some of the people that has higher position in any religion overused their power and authority by abusing their member through collecting offerings more than they can give and the worse is sexual abuse, there were many cases like this happened in a past and it is sickening. The Cook’s Tale talks about the apprentice who love to sing and dance, he was working in the store of this master at first he was obedient and diligent at work however when his master is around he was being irresponsible. There are times that the apprentice leave the store unattended just to join the people outside to sing, dance and have fun there are times that he used to stole some money from the store of his master to spend in gambling. When he’s master heard about the things he did he was immediately kick out and fired from his job. This story shows how human live their life sometimes, they tend to just have fun and live the moment, they don’t see opportunity that awaits them. In addition, his master did the great job on firing him because the apprentice behavior may affect his business and his co workers might do the same thing he does. As saying says “Do not mix a piece of rotten tomato with a basket of fresh tomatoes because it will rot as well”. The Prioress’s Tale is about a seven years old chorister who always sing a song and pray to mother Mary the mother of Christ. He was a very diligent boy but because of this, he was become the target of evil, they are eager to make the boy stop singing. The evil whisper something to the Jews and urge them to do bad things, but they ended up killing him by slitting his throat and dumping him into the dark ally. This story shows that we as a human being sometimes are easy to manipulate. It also shows that we human can be cruel sometimes, we let our emotions control us and ended up doing something we don’t want to. The Canterbury Tales they say is the door to the life during the medieval period. Chaucer seems to show us and let us understand their way of living on how they give important to their social status, religious belief and morality.

#Literature #Educational

11 notes · View notes

imgonnagetkilledbynutstink · 4 months

Text

Thinking about Jonathan Bailey characters and their significant other lineups and Kate Sharma would be like "im seeing a pattern, here"

#shed also beat Hawk Fuller up im sure of it #bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #fellow travelers #tim laughlin #hawkins fuller #crashing #sam crashing #fred crashing #testament of youth #geoffrey thurlow #edward brittain #jonathan bailey #jonny bailey #jb

26 notes · View notes

jbaileyfansite · 2 years

Photo

JONATHAN BAILEY Promo picture of Testament of Youth (2014)

#testament of youth #geoffrey thurlow #jonathan bailey #jonny bailey

11 notes · View notes

adzrielfaie · 24 days

Text

Navigation for my premades rotational gameplay

All links have /chrono at the end.

##: Link to the week

The XYZ: Link to all rotations of this family

(X, Y, Z): Link to all posts where this Sim appears*

*including all other gameplays or shoots I've ever tagged them in 😅

First rotation

01: The Brokes (Bob, Betty, Brandi, Skip, Dustin) | 02: The Pancakes (Bob, Eliza, Iggy, Babette) | 03: The Goths (Gunther, Cornelia, Mortimer, Bella, Cassandra, Alexander) | 04: Lothario (Don) | 05: The Calientes (Nighat, Nina, Dina) | 06: The Fengs (Lily, Victor, Andrew) | 07: The Landgraabs (Geoffrey, Nancy, Malcolm, Johnny, Marion) | 08: The Jangs (Baako, Anaya, Billie) | 09: The Villareals (Jacques, Hugo, Luna, Max) | 10: The Pleasants (Daniel, Mary-Sue, Angela, Lilith) | 11: The Burbs (John, Jennifer, Lucy) & The Oldies (Herb, Coral) | 12: Sterling-Rico (Bess, Jules) | 13: Pizzazz (Penny) | 14: The Bheedas (Arun, Jesminder, Avani) | 15: The Nishidakes (Shigeru, Sachiko, Kaori) | 16: The BFFs (Travis, Summer, Liberty).

Second rotation

Third rotation

25:???

#premades gameplay nav

6 notes · View notes

best-sim-tournament · 1 year

Text

Here’s the list of characters for the competition so far:

Agnes Crumplebottom

Ajay Loner

Alex Moyer

Alexander Goth

Angela Pleasant

Ash Harjo

Bella Goth

Betty Newbie

Bob Newbie

Bob Pancakes

Bonehilda

Brandi Broke

Brent Hecking

Brant Hecking

Buck Grunt

Burglar

Bus Driver

Caleb Vatore

Captain Whitaker

Cassandra Goth

Catarina Lynx

Chip the Dancer

Chloe Curious

Circe Beaker

Daniel Pleasant

Dina Caliente

Don Lothario

Eliza Pancakes

Eric Lewis

Erin Beaker

Erwin Pries

Father Winter

Felix Psyded

Flower Bunny

General Buzz Grunt

Genie

Geoffrey Landgraab

Goopy Gilscarbo

Grim Reaper

Guidry

Hermia Capp

Hermit

Hula Zombies

Jenny Smith

J Huntington III

Jill Smith

Johnny Smith

Johnny Zest

Judith Ward

Juliette Capp

Katrina Caliente

Kaylynn Langarak

Kent Capp

Kevin Puri

Knox Greenburg

Lazlo Curious

Liberty Lee

Lilith Pleasant

Lilith Vatore

Loki Beaker

Lola Curious

Malcolm Landgraab

MarySue Pleasant

Mayor Whiskers

Mei Prescott

Mele Kahananui

Molly Prescott

Morgyn Ember

Mortimer Goth

Mystery Man

Nancy Landgraab

Nervous Subject

Nina Caliente

Octavia Moon

Olive Specter

Ophelia Nigmos

Orange Bailey Moon

Pascal Curious

Patchy the Scarecrow

Pollination tech 7

Pollination tech 9

Puck Summerdream

Rahmi Watson

Ripp Grunt

Romeo Monty

Servo

Sidney Price

Social Bunny

Stella Terrano

Summer Holiday

Tank Grunt

Temperance

Therapist/Sim Shrink

Thomas Watson

Thorne Bailey

Tragic Clown

Travis Scott

Unsavoury Charlatan

Vidcund Curious

Yamachan

I tried to include as many characters as I can think of! I’m not very familiar with the earlier games, so I might have missed a few from there. Pls let me know if there’s any you’d like to add!!!

I haven’t decided when voting has started, but I need to find a bracket template and sort some other things out first.

19 notes · View notes

weclassybouquetfun · 1 year

Text

That's a wrap on film awards season. 2022 was a stupendous year for film so I can't be too put out that almost none of the performances/films/artists that I wanted to win didn't.

What could've been.

At least I liked some of the fashions. An effective balm for the pain of the losses of Justin Hurwitz', Austin Butler and ALL QUIET ALONG THE WESTERN FRONT for Best Picture.

My favourite looks of the night

Harry Shum Jr. in Adeam, followed very closely by Donald Glover in his Vanity Fair Oscar party fit.

Halle Berry in Tamara Ralph, followed very closely by my fashion queen Fan BingBing in Tony Ward Couture

Honourable Mentions:

Bad Girl Riri in Alaïa

Ram Charan with the insignia from his RRR character's uniform

N.T Rama Rao Jr in Gaurav Gupta (The tiger emblem to signify his RRR character)

Harvey Guillen in Christian Siriano

Malala Yousafzai in Ralph Lauren *I love it. It invokes Old Hollywood.

Shoreham Aghdashloo in Christian Siriano in a dress honouring Iranian women fighting for their freedom.

The Rest

Team EEAAO: Jamie Lee Curtis in Dolce & Gabbana, Michelle Yeoh in Dior, Stephanie Hsu in Valentino and Ke Huy Quan in Giorgio Armani

Team TOP GUN: MAVERICK: Monica Barbaro in Elie Saab, Jay Ellis in Fendi, Lewis Pullman and Danny Ramirez in Dior Homme.

Team Giambattista Valli (Alison Williams and her baby daddy Alexander Dreymon (The Last Kingdom) and Sandra Oh)

Team Versace: Lady Gaga, Ariana DeBose and Kerry Condon

Hunter Schafer at the Vanity Fair party

Danai Gurira in Jason Wu

Jonathan Majors in a Geoffrey B. Small.*The suit is his homage to Frederick Douglass. His ever-present tiny cup is because his mom always told him to never let anyone fill his cup (not literally)