#he SEEMS like he should be 1949

[silverfactory]

velvet goldmine birthdays, based primarily on canon reference dates and secondarily on my astrological whims ✨

• curt — december 14, 1946 (sagittarius)

• brian — january 2, 1948 (capricorn)

• jack — march 1, 1948 (pisces)

• mandy — january 25, 1949 (aquarius)

• malcolm — august 7, 1950 (leo)

• arthur — june 29, 1956 (cancer)

#velvet goldmine #edit: i made curt a sagittarius which i think is a better fit anyway! #an april birthday wouldn’t uphold the ‘13 in summer 1960’ screenplay guideline #brian’s is actually canon #he SEEMS like he should be 1949 #but arthur’s computer screen says 01/02/1948 so #everyone else is an approximation working with the movie’s scattered timeline

[twisted-turtels]

Crossed Paths (Pt.4)

Crossed Paths

Author's note: i'm trying to write all the club scenes and party scenes so i hope yall don't get too annoyed by them. when i write I literally have the script and movies pulled up because I'm trying to make sure i get everyone's dialogue and emotions right. anyways, tell me what yall think of this chapter. feedback is always appreciated.

1949 words

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6

One month later

Jordan leans against Farleigh as he and Felix converse about nonsense. Farleigh looks down at her and nudges her shoulder, “Are you okay,” He mouths.

Jordan nods her head before taking a sip of her beer. She looked around the bar and noticed Oliver and Michael looking towards the group. Oliver had a look of longing, and Michael had a look of disgust. Jordan stares back blankly and rolls her eyes before nudging Farleigh, “Someone is looking at us.” 

Fareleigh darts his eyes to where Jordan points her head, and Oliver quickly turns his head. He chuckles before whispering to Jordan, “Just ignore them.”

Some of Felix’s friends joined the group as well. All were drunkenly talking over each other about anything and everything. I’m only here because Farleigh dragged me. It could’ve just been me and him. Jordan’s thoughts are cut off by Felix yelling, “Oh! There he is. Ollie! Oliver.” Jordan feels a sense of dread take over her body. You’re lying. 

Jordan quickly turns her head and notices Oliver awkwardly walking towards their table. She grabs Felix’s arm, “What the fuck are you doing,” she aggressively whispers. How does he even know Oliver? 

“Chill, he’s cool. He helped me the other day,” Felix retorts.

Jordan looks at Farleigh, noticing the slight look of distaste stained on his face as Oliver sits at the table. 

“Hiya, mate,” Felix talks to the table, “ This is my fucking hero right here. I was just telling everyone how you saved my arse the other day.” 

Jordan and Farleigh show no reaction as the rest of the table responds.

“So cute,” chimed two girls, whose Jordan didn’t bother to remember, simultaneously.

“I owe you a drink,” Felix begins as he notices Oliver looking behind him, “Or sorry…Are you with friends?”

Oliver turns back around, “Uh, no, they just left.”

He was just talking to Michael, and now he's ditched him for Felix. Interesting. 

Another of Felix’s friends interjects, “So, what college are you in, mate?”

“Yours,” Oliver responds confidently. 

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The entire group chants, “Shots! Shots! Shots!” There are empty glasses all over the sticky table, and Jordan is starting to feel much looser than before. 

“Wait, wait, wait. Jaegerbombs!” Farleigh exclaims loudly. The entire table cheers. 

Jordan yells drunkenly, “Oliver, it’s your round now!” 

Oliver looks around with unease, “ I should go to bed.”

Jordan insists, “Nuh-uh, you can't snake out of your round. Even I know that.”

Oliver denies, “I’m not…”

Farleigh drunkenly wraps an arm around Jordan, “It looks like you are,” he challenges. 

The entire table starts to boo before Oliver shakingly stands up and walks towards the bar. 

Felix turns his head towards his friends, “Guys,” he says, almost disappointedly.

Jordan and Farleigh turn their heads and answer simultaneously, “What?”

“Cut him a break,” Felix continues.

“What,” Jordan asks incredulously, “Pub rules are pub rules, right?”

Jordan watches in amusement as Oliver stands at the bar. Farleigh passes Jordan the joint he was smoking as they watch Felix walk over to Oliver. They begin to walk back to the table with Jagerbombs in tow. “Thank you, Ollie,” Felix yells while Jordan and Farleigh glance back, annoyed. 

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It was almost the end of the quarter, so Jordan found herself studying…well, attempting to study as much as she could with Farleigh in her apartment with her. Farleigh, sprawled on the couch, seemed more interested in what was on the TV than his notes. 

“Are you going out with us tonight? We’re going to the club,” Farleigh asks, casually taking Jordan's notebook out of her hand.

Jordan sighs, “I have a lot of work to catch up on, so maybe next time,” she tries to reach for the book. Farleigh stands up while holding it in the air. 

“Come on, you’re one of the top students in the college. One night won't hurt you,” Farleigh insists, “I’ll buy you some weeeed,” he teases. 

“Don’t make me sound like a feen,” Jordan stands up and grabs Farleigh’s arm, attempting to grab her notebook. 

Farleigh grinned down at her while holding the book just out of her reach, “You’re not a feen, but don’t you think you deserve a break?”

Jordan crosses her arms, “Farleigh, give me my book,” she says with a serious face. 

Farleigh fake pouts, “Please.”

Jordan sighs, “Okay, just tonight, and only for a few hours. Now, can I have my notes back,” Jordan extends her hand out

Farleigh smiles, “Of course you can,” he hands her notes back before grabbing his things to leave, “I’ll come get you later.” He gives her a quick peck on the cheek before hurriedly rushing out the door. 

Jordan stands in shock while holding her book.

Did he just kiss my cheek?

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“I tried to get Felix not to invite Oliver, but he insisted,” Farleigh complains while rolling his eyes.

“There’s just something about him that is so off to me, but I just can’t put my tongue on it,” Jordan explains, “He seems so fake.”

“Exactly, and I feel like no one can see it but us,” Farleigh agrees.

They continue conversing as they pull up to the nightclub, noticing a long line. Farleigh goes to open Jordan’s door and leads her out of the taxi.

Jordan notices Farleigh pulling her towards the entrance as they walk towards the line.

“Uh, you know there’s a line, right,” Jordan questions.

Farleigh smiles at her before looking at the bouncer. The bouncer nods and lets them in.

Jordan looks at him in disbelief, “How do you know literally everybody?”

Farleigh shrugs jokingly, “Don’t worry about it.” 

They enter the club. Jordan takes in her surroundings; strobe lights flash everywhere, and the music is bumping. She looks to her right and notices a couple making out, and on her left, she sees someone snorting- Is that coke? Her thoughts interrupt her.

Farleigh notices her shift in attitude, “Yeah, they do that a lot here,” he leans down to whisper in her, “but ignore them. Look,” he reaches into his pockets and pulls out two blunts and a lighter, “I got you something.”

Jordan gasps dramatically, “Omg, for lil old me,” she sarcastically asks while taking one of the blunts and the lighter Farleigh had. She holds the blunt to her lips and lights it before inhaling and exhaling while coughing, “Oh fuck. That is some strong shit.” 

Farleigh copies her and exhales softly, “You’re just not used to the English weed.”

“I need to get some of this back in Houston,” Jordan demands.

Farleigh laughs, “Let’s get a drink, Ms. Houston.”.

Jordan jumps in excitement, “Yeah! I’m tryna get fucked up!” 

And that she did. 

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Jordan drunkenly danced with her friends as the night went on. She and Fareligh are laughing, letting loose as they dance goofily, chest to chest. She grabs the back of his neck to bring him down to her face.

Jordan moves her head to Farleigh’s ear, “I am so glad that you invited me,” she yells.

Farleigh looks in confusion, “HUH!”

Jordan repeats, “I SAID ‘I’M SO GLAD THAT YOU INVITED ME’!”

Farleigh nods in understanding, “I’M GLAD I DID TOO,” their voices barely audible over the pulsing music.

“LET’S SIT DOWN REAL QUICK,” Jordan points to one of the empty tables at the edge of the room. Farleigh nods as Jordan grabs his hand and pulls him to the table. They sit on the couch, and Jordan throws her legs on Fareleigh’s lap. Damn, my feet hurt.

“Farleigh,” Jordan grabs his shoulders to turn his body towards her. She looks him in the eyes, “Have you ever had your hair braided,” she asks with a tipsy grin.

Farleigh laughs. She is so adorable, “No, I haven't had my hair braided before.”

Jordan nods lazily, “I’ll braid it for you,” she removes her hands from his shoulders and caresses his cheek, “You have really pretty eyes.”

Farleigh leans into Jordan’s hand, “You do too, Jordy.”

“Thanks, baby,” Jordan looks at Fareligh mischievously, “You want to leave?”

“I would do anything you want me to do,” Farleigh says longingly.

“Come on,” Jordan says as she struggles to stand up. “Let's go find Felix and tell him we’re leaving,” Fairleigh says.

“You’re right,” Jordan agrees, “Felix!” Jordan stumbles as Farleigh pulls her through the crowded club, “Felix! Where are-” Jordan bumps into a body, accidentally letting go of Farleigh’s hand. She looked up and noticed it was Oliver. Looking slightly surprised, Oliver steadies Jordan, “Watch where you’re going.”

She looked unimpressed and shrugged his hands off his shoulders. “Don’t tell me what to do,” she looked around for Felix. “Where’s your boyfriend?”

“I- He’s not my boyfriend,” Oliver argues, “and he left with Annabel.”

“Aww, he left you here. How unfortunate,” Jordan looks around until she notices Farleigh approaching them. Farleigh grabs her waist and pulls her to his side, “Lost you for a second,” he stares down at Oliver, “Where’s Felix?”

“He left with Annabel, whoever that is,” Jordan answers. 

“Wow, and he just left you here alone, Ollie,” Fareleigh says condescendingly, “Maybe you should take it as a sign.”

Jordan waves her hand casually, “Anyways, we’re going to enjoy the rest of the night. You do the same.” Farlegih leads Jordan away, leaving Oliver standing there, perhaps a bit more alone than he’d like. 

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Farleigh, more sober than Jordan, carries her on his back as they walk the streets. Jordan is rambling about nonsense.

“-and that's why I believe Beyonce is one of the best artists of our generation. Like, have you heard her B-Day album? I have it on my iPod; we can listen to it together on the walk to class. Speaking of class, I got out of Math tutoring with that creep-” Jordan notices Farleigh is quiet. She grabs his earlobe and grins, “Are you even listening?” 

Farleigh nods his head, “Of course I am. I just like to hear you talk.”

“Right. I’m so glad exams aren’t tomorrow cause I know I would’ve done horribly. I think I'm gonna be drunk until I wake up.” She pats Farleigh’s chest so he can put her down. Jordan walks with him clumsily, wrapping her arm around Farleighs, “Do you wanna spend the night with me?”

Farleigh looks down at her in shock before clearing his throat, “Uh, spend the night?”

“Yes, Farleigh, I didn't stutter,” she looked at him before rolling her eyes, “I’m not asking you to have sex with me-” Yet, “If you wanna go home then fine-”

“No, I’ll stay for a little bit. I’ll leave when you fall asleep, okay?” Farleigh reassures.

They finally return to Jordan’s apartment; Farleigh grabs Jordan’s keys and unlocks the door. They enter the apartment, and Jordan kicks her heels off and takes her out of her ponytail. Farleigh helps Jordan to her room, “Do you need any help,” he asks.

“Nooo, I got it,” Jordan changed into her mismatched pajamas and lay in bed. “You can come in.”

Farleigh notices Jordan lying face down in the bed, “Jordy, you can’t lay on your stomach after just drinking,” he maneuvers her body to where she’s lying on her side instead. 

“I’m tired,” Jordan says sleepily.

Farleigh chuckles, “I know, baby. I already set your alarm and put a trash can next to you just in case you have to throw up,” he pulls the covers over her body. 

“Thanks, Farleigh,” Jordan mumbles. 

“No problem. Get some rest,” Farleigh whispers as he kisses her forehead. He quietly leaves her room and closes the door. He can’t help but smile as he exits her apartment, reflecting on tonight's events.

#farleigh imagine #farleigh start #farleigh x reader #felix catton #oliver quick #saltburn imagine #venetia catton

[goetiae]

Black Butler deals with the topic of blood transfusion in the arc(s) centered around O!Ciel's twin brother and Undertaker's experiments in reviving the dead.

While the story is fictional, Yana Toboso does manage to introduce a few concepts about blood transfusion that are historically true to how it was handled in the Late Victorian period that the series is set in. However, like any fictional piece it also features multiple unrealistic episodes which simply would not have taken place in the Victorian era in the way that it did in the series.

Blood transfusions were still a novelty in the medical field: the procedure dates back as recently as the 17th century. William Harvey conducted experiments on blood and concluded that it circulates indefinitely (Du Motu Cordis, 1628). The matter of circulation in the manga was brought up by Othello, and it is in fact interesting that for Victorians it was still a fairly recent discovery.

The first blood transfusions were not used to assist people suffering blood loss - instead, they had to deal with attempting to cure damage received by the body after giving birth. Most early transfusions happened to try and resolve the issue of postpartum hemorrhage in women. Despite women being largely in the focus, men were mostly seen as proper donors: Anne Marie Moulin writes that in nineteenth-century transfusion, women were rarely donors, as their blood was held to be less plentiful and vital.

What we do not witness in Black Butler is the widespread usage of interspecies blood transfusion: delivery of blood to humans from lambs, cows, calves, dogs, and such. Jean-Baptiste Denis was a pioneer of the procedure and conducted his first lamb-to-human transfusion in 1667. However, we are familiarized with the thought expressed by two characters, Sieglinde and Othello: the history of blood transfusion is a complicated one, and for a good reason.

After being banned for nearly two centuries since its birth in France, blood transfusion revitalized in the 19th century in England with the work of James Blundell who concluded that animal transfusion did not prove to be effective and first worked with a human subject. Some of his experiments were successful, some not, though he persisted.

Interestingly, Blundell was an avid believer in the nourishing, nearly life-giving qualities of blood transfusion. He spoke of it as if introduction of new blood into the body literally had the ability to bring back the dead: a sentiment perhaps reflected in Undertaker's experiments to revive R!Ciel.

His experiments went far enough to lead to the invention of an "impellor", a tool that is a mix of a pump and a funnel used for direct blood transfusion. He also invented a "gravitator", a chair with an additional tool to collect blood before it's delivered to the patient. Similar tools can be seen being used on the victims kidnapped to supply R!Ciel, and on himself.

R!Ciel seems to remain in elevation for his transfusions, which is something that was believed to be helpful as gravitational flow dragged blood into the vein. The tool that Undertaker is using clearly has a pump, which is also true to how transfusions were done. It should be additionally noted that nasal cannula R!Ciel is wearing in later chapters would not be invented until 1949.

Further inventions and discoveries in the field were made: Thomas Smith used defibrilated blood for transfusions and M.B. Higginson invented a special syringe that was, however, later used for other purposes. A new leap in transfusion methods was attempted by T. G. Thomas who, knowing of blood's tendency to coagulate, argued that it's best to use milk - a practice that had its roots in Canada and the US. The dangers of blood transfusion due to contamination began to be spoken about only around the second half of the century when Joseph Lister invented (1867) antiseptics.

Interestingly, the phenomenon of blood coagulation is slightly touched upon in the manga: Siegliende marks that mixing two types of blood together leads to the mixture thickening.

In the very end of the century, medicine saw invention of a saline mixture, which is employed as 0,9% Normal Saline in blood transfusions even nowadays. William Brooke O'Shaughnessy and Thomas A. Latta experimented on both dogs and humans with a saline mixture, remarking that it revitalized their patients well.

The Medical Journal Records of 1883 speak of use of saline in treating cholera patients during the epidemics; multiple cases of use are also marked in the British Medical Journal. These interesting details did not make it to the manga as of now, though it does additionally emphasize how unlikely blood transfusions were by the end of the century and how greatly the practice went into decay. This does, however, explain the secrecy with which Undertaker acts.

Lastly, Siegliende and Othello both note that not knowing of blood types was indeed a great obstacle in the medical field at the time. The history of transfusions is full of unfortunate cases and failed experiments with many victims: ensuring blood transfusion's success was impossible until 1901 when blood types were first discovered by Karl Lendsteiner.

#༺♚༻ 𝕬nima e 𝕮uore ༺♞༻ #༺☤༻ 𝕸𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔞 ༺☤༻ #kuroshitsuji #black butler #historyblr #victorian era #victorian history #medical history #sieglinde sullivan #othello black butler

[scotianostra]

On March 13th 1947, the musical Brigadoon opened at the Ziegfeld Theatre, in New York City.

Brigadoon, a musical by Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe that tells the story of a mysterious Scottish village that appears for only one day every hundred years, though to the villagers, the passing of each century seems no longer than one night.

Two American tourists, Tommy and Jeff, lost in the Scottish Highlands, stumble upon Brigadoon. The schoolmaster, a Mr. Lundie, explains to them that two hundred years ago, the local parish pastor prayed to God to have Brigadoon disappear, only to reappear for one day every 100 years, to protect the village from being changed by the outside world. None of the people of Brigadoon can be permitted to leave the town or it will disappear forever.

By now, Tommy is falling in love with one of the villagers, Fiona. Tommy asks Mr. Lundie if an outsider could be permitted to stay. Mr. Lundie replies, “A stranger can stay if he loves someone here – not jus’ Brigadoon, mind ye, but someone in Brigadoon – enough to want to give up everythin’ an’ stay with that one person. Which is how it should be. ‘Cause after all, lad, if he love someone deeply, anythin’ is possible.”

Tommy has fears and doubts about the strangeness of the situation, and he and Jeff go back to New York. But Tommy can’t forget Fiona. Months later, the two men travel again to the spot where Brigadoon was; as expected, there’s nothing there. Tommy laments, “Why do people have to lose things to find out what they really mean?” Just as he and Jeff turn to leave, they hear the music again (“Brigadoon”), and Mr. Lundie appears. Tommy walks across the bridge to him, as Mr. Lundie explains: “You shouldna be too surprised, lad. I told ye when ye love someone deeply, anythin’ is possible. Even miracles.” Tommy waves goodbye to Jeff, who stares incredulously as Tommy and Mr. Lundie disappear into the mist.

The wonderful music includes “Brigadoon,” “I’ll Go Home with Bonnie Jean,” “The Heather on the Hill,” and “Almost Like Being in Love"

The original theatrical musical ran for 581 performances. It starred David Brooks, Marion Bell, Pamela Britton, and Lee Sullivan. In 1949, Brigadoon opened at the West End theatre and ran for 685 performances; many revivals have followed. AMost of us will know Brigadoon from the 1954 film version which starred Gene Kelly and Cyd Charisse, and a 1966 television version starred Robert Goulet and Peter Falk, yes Columbo himself!

I can’t speak for the theatre version, but I looked through the cast of Brigadoon, and naturally there are no Scots in the movie, we have Americans and English, we even have a Welshman and a Northern Irishman but, like the village itself the Scots are missing!

#scotland #scottish #history #usa #broadway #theatre #film #brigadoon

[matchalattewithice]

M*A*S*H Medal Guide

henry's medals (korean service, national defense service, united nations service medal korea, purple heart, army commendation medal, army of occupation medal)

-korean service and un service medal korea are standard korean war medals

-a purple heart :( when did he get hurt

-army commendation medal is for any armed forces member that "distinguished themselves by heroism, meritorious achievement or meritorious service". maybe same time as the purple heart?

-most interesting is the army of occupation medal. the requirement is "30 or more consecutive days of duty in one of the occupied territories after World War II" and korea was designated as such then. we know henry was drafted, so he couldn't have served in wwii cause he would've been exempt otherwise. for korea the medal got awarded "3 September 1945 to 29 June 1949", so henry must've been drafted practically in the very beginning, with the selective service act of 1948. however, "these men could be called for up to 21 months of active duty", so it probably was around late spring of 1949 he was drafted. i imagine he was forced to stay longer when state of emergency was declared and the doctor draft went into effect in 1950

charle's medals (korean service w/ 1 bronze service star, national defense service, united nations service medal korea)

-notable addition is that the korean service medal has a bronze star which means charles has participated in at least one phase of the korean war according to the army

frank has exact same as charles minus bronze service star so i'm not including him

-in all honesty, both he and henry qualify for bronze service stars each, henry for six and frank for five (there's ten campaigns of the korean war). also five bronze makes one silver so henry should have one silver and one bronze and frank a silver

potter's medals (korean service, national defense service, united nations service medal korea, purple heart, army commendation medal, good conduct medal army variant)

-same as henry's but minus an army of occupation medal and has what i see as the good conduct medal

-good conduct medal is awarded for "Exemplary behavior, efficiency, and fidelity in active Federal Military service", standard regular army potter stuff

-surprised he doesn't have any world war era medals. he qualifies for the wwii victory and the european-african-middle eastern campaign medals at the very least

margaret's medals (korean service, united nations service medal korea, army commendation medal)

-she should for sure have a national defense service medal, and i personally think she should have a good conduct one as well edit: @/caddyxjellyby reminded me that good conducts are for enlisted personnel thank you!

-another commendation medal! seems more likely she got it for the more "meritorious achievement or meritorious service" requirements rather than heroism. sorry margaret

#i do want it to be clear this is like quick research so there might be wrong info lol #i was curious about them so i figured i would compile all this for anyone else who wondered about it. like henry's was fascinating! #m*a*s*h #henry blake #charles emerson winchester iii #sherman potter #margaret houlihan #mateo does a hewwo

[whoiwanttoday]

It's Noirvember round these parts. By these parts I mean largely my living room but also my bedroom sometimes. Not a sexual thing in that second part, sometimes I am tired and not done with a movie so I get in bed and put it on and try to make it all the way through. Either way, big even here. It means I have seen a pair of Rita Hayworth movies this week and thus I am posting her. I have included in this post one of the most famous pin ups of all time. Like… it's the inspiration for the story that became the Shawshank Redemption. I do find her to be magnetic on screen and beautiful. I once read a book where the writer claimed Rita Hayworth in Gilda was the most desirable woman of all time and I am not going to make that claim but having seen Gilda a few times I can tell you I know where he was coming from. The struggle with these posts from days gone by is always that 80 year old pictures never seem to really capture what 80 year old celluloid does. It's a lot of factors, one is just survival, pre internet not everything lasted and was preserved but also it's a matter of demand. While pictures of Rita Hayworth certainly could sell a paper or whatever in 1949 you didn't need that many pictures of Rita Hayworth to move your paper. There just wasn't the demand for mass volumes of photos and so we have the same handful to work from. And she looks good in these pictures but I am the first to admit it doesn't quite capture the same vibe that film does, when you 100%S get why some fool is going to throw his life away for her even though you can tell she's the kind of girl who isn't playing you straight and this relationship is doomed to end with a shootout in an abandoned amusement park. You know all that but you still are like, "Well, maybe I can change her". So you'll have to trust me, if these pictures aren't giving you that vibe you should go watch old movies instead, you'll get it. Today I want to fuck Rita Hayworth.

#Rita Hayworth #redhead #Actress #retrocrush #whoiwanttofucktoday

[roxyjean82btsoneshots]

Change Of Plans

Change Of Plans ✏️Jungkook and Taehyung x Reader🔞 ✏️Smutty oneshot 📖WC: 1949 🛑 18+ Due to adult themes and mature content ⚠️Warnings: cursing,oral (male and female), threesome, intercourse, voyeurism, exhibitionism ⚠️

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  You stood under the spray of the shower letting the water wash away the stress from the week. The sound of the shower door made you open your eyes. You saw his tattooed hand on the wall in front of you, and a smile spread across your face.

"Are you planning on staying in here all night, sweetheart?" Jungkook asked as he pulled you back against his body. Your eyes closed again as you took in the feeling of his fingers lightly caressing your lower abdomen. "You know we have plans." 

Your breath hitched when you felt his warm breath on your neck. You moaned once he started placing soft kisses from your shoulder to your ear. 

"We could keep them and get out of the shower now?" He asked as two of his fingers made their way between your folds. 

"Or should we change those plans?" 

Your head fell back against him when he started kissing on your neck while his fingers massaged your clit. 

"Do you want me to stop?" He whispered. 

"No." You whimpered and spread your legs further to allow him easier access. 

Jungkook took his hand off the wall and slowly slid it down your back as he bent you forward, "Then let's see how loud you can scream my name." Your hands smacked the wall in front of you, and you let out a loud gasp as you felt him enter you. 

His hand slid up your back, and he asked, "Are you ready, sweetheart?" as he slowly started to move in and out of you. 

"Yes," You moaned softly as a bolt of pleasure shot through you. 

"I'm sorry, what was that?" He asked as he sped up his pace a little.

"God yes." You fixed your arms and adjusted your stance to allow him to go as deep and as hard as he wanted. His tattooed hand was now tangled in your hair, making you moan in pleasure as he pulled your head up. 

The sound of the shower could no longer be heard over the moans and shouts of ecstasy. 

"Come for me," He urged, kissing along your back, "I want you to scream my name until your legs go weak." 

He straightened himself back up and roughly grabbed your hips. The sound of his name coming from your lips let him know that he had you close. Unable to take much more, you removed one of your hands from the wall and put it over your shoulder. He leaned down and took two of your fingers into his mouth, coating them with saliva before you used them to massage your clit. You came almost instantly, screaming out his name, and he wasn't too far behind you. 

Slowly you straightened up your body and leaned back against his chest as the two of you caught your breath. 

"You're not done yet, sweetheart." He said, turning you around and hovering his lips over yours for a couple of breaths before moving his head down the tiniest bit to 

kiss you as he backed you towards the knobs to turn off the shower. 

You felt Jungkook's hands move down your body before he bent his knees and slid his hands around your thighs, lifting you so that you could wrap your legs around his waist. Your nails dug into his back as he pushed you up against the shower door, kissing you as hard as he could and rubbing himself against your core, making the two of you moan.

"I have to get you out of this shower." He said as your head fell back in pleasure. You let out a whine when he stopped grinding and carried you out of the shower. 

"You'll have as much as you want in a second. Trust me." He said before placing his lips back on yours and walking you both out of the bathroom.

When the back of your legs reached the bed, a new pair of hands grabbed ahold of your hips and lowered you onto someone's lap.

"Did you miss me love?" Taehyung's deep voice sent shivers throughout your body, "We were going to surprise you when we got home but it seems like you had other plans." Your head fell back on his shoulder as he ran his fingers over your body.

"I'm going to go order some food," Jungkook said as he gave you a kiss on the lips, "I told you, you weren't done yet." He smiled before grabbing his sweat pants and heading out the door.

"It's been way too long." Taehyung hooked your ankles to the back of his legs. "I can't wait to feel you." He opened his legs, stretching yours with them, "To taste you." Your back arched as you felt his long fingers on your clit, "To hear you." You moaned when his lips touched the tender spot on your neck, "Did you miss me, love?" 

"Yes." You licked your lips as you started to grind against him.

"Don't you cum. Don't you dare cum without me." You let out a whimper. 

Taehyung moaned into your shoulder. He knew you hated it when they told you not to do something, but it had been months since he got to be with you so he was going to take as much time as he could.

"You're getting close aren't you?" Unable to find words, you nodded your head. "I guess that means it's time to switch positions?" Your eyes flew open at the playful tone in his voice. Before you could get a word out, he had quickly removed his hand, closed your legs and tossed you on the bed, "I told you not without me." 

You leaned up on your elbows and watched him as he stripped naked at the foot of your bed. "Now," he said between kisses to your leg, "Let's see if I can make you scream louder than he did." 

Your hands grabbed at his hair and you moaned out his name at the feeling of his tongue exploring you. "Even better than I remember," he said as he spread your legs wider. He snaked his arms under your thighs and held on to them, holding you still as he tasted you.

"Tae," You moaned, trying to move away from him as you felt your first orgasm approaching. His only response was to tighten his grip and speed up his pace. Your back arched and your legs fought for control as his tongue sent you over the edge.

"Sorry, I just couldn't help it," He looked at you and smiled before kissing up your torso, stopping at your breasts to give them both some attention allowing you to catch your breath.

"Food will be here in ten minutes." You heard Jungkook say from the front room.

"Guess that means we should hurry." You let out a loud gasp at his quick entry. 

"Please try to keep it down this time," the two of you turned your head to Jungkook who was standing in the doorway, "It's a little embarrassing to have you two screaming as I try to get the food." He said before he walked away.

"I think that was a challenge." You and Taehyung smiled at each other, "As loud as we can be until he says the food is here?" He slowly started to move, "Fuck," his face fell to the crook your neck, "You feel so good I don't even know if I can make it until then."

It didn't take long until you were digging your nails into his back, and the two of you were moaning out in pleasure as his pace quickened. You could feel that he was getting closer, and so were you. You moved around on your back and adjusted yourselves to allow him to go deeper. You grabbed at the sheets as he held onto your hips and used them as leverage to go hard.

The both of you were almost at the edge when Jungkook yelled that the food was on its way up. You grabbed the back of Taehyung's neck and pulled his lips to yours. The two of you muffling each other's cries of pleasure. You gripped on to his hair and pulled yourself closer to him as you came undone and tried to keep yourself as quiet as possible. Taehyung's fingers dug into your hip and kissed you harder as he, too, came.

"Fuck," he said breaking away from the kiss at the sound of the front door being shut and locked, "God, you feel so good." He was back up on his knees and staring at the ceiling as he continued to thrust. "I don't want to stop."

"Then don't." He looked at the mischievous grin on your face as you slid your hand up his stomach. 

"I think you should rest a bit." His hands tightened on your hips again as pleasure speared him.

"I could go for at least one more." Taehyung raised an eyebrow in your direction.

"You sure?" You let out a loud moan when he slammed into you.

"I think she missed us." You looked at Jungkook as he sat on the bed beside you, "Do you want us both sweetheart?" Your eyes widened with excitement.

Jungkook leaned down and kissed you while Taehyung sped up his thrusts. You moaned into his mouth as you felt each man's hands on your breasts. It wouldn't take long for you with both of them touching you.

"Wait," you said, stopping both men, "Come here." You pulled Jungkook closer as you moved onto your knees in front of Taehyung and motioned for Jungkook to sit where your head had been. Jungkook moved the pillows around as he slid into your spot and spread out his leg. 

"So much better." 

Your ass was now pointed at Taehyung as you kissed your way down Jungkook's chest and slid  his sweatpants down.

Taehyung timed his re-entry to sync with you taking Jungkook into your mouth, the room filling with the sound of all three of our moans.

Jungkook held your hair out of the way as he watched his dick disappear into your mouth. 

The moan that you let out when Taehyung slapped your ass cheek made Jungkook close his eyes as his head fell back.

Your apartment was filled with the sounds of sex as the three of you got closer to yet another orgasm. Jungkook, wanting to take part in your climax, carefully adjusted himself and reached his tattooed hand to massage your clit. Your muffled moans grew louder at the feeling of his fingers rubbing you as Taehyung slammed into you. It didn't take long before your fingers were digging into his thighs as they sent you over the edge. The feeling of your convulsing body between them was too much to handle, and they both came with your name on their lips.

The three of you laid in bed as you tried to collect yourselves, "Do you think the food will still be good in the morning?" Taehyung asked as he tossed away the towel that he had used to clean you both up with.

"Are you not hungry anymore?" You asked with a yawn as you made yourself comfortable between the two men.

"I think we could all use a nap." Taehyung chuckled.

"It will be fine. Let's rest a little." You rolled over and laid your head on Jungkook's chest. Taehyung grabbed the blanket from the floor and covered the three of you up before wrapping his arm around you as he spooned you.

"God I've missed my sandwich,"  You said with a sigh as you let sleep take over.

#bangtan sonyeondan #bts one shot #bangtan #bts #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook smut #bts jungkook #jungkook x y/n #jungkook drabble #jungkook oneshot #taehyung x reader #taehyung bts #kim taehyung #taehyung #kim taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #taehyung smut #taehyung oneshot

[songsforthepierce]

Odd Tracks: We Didn't Start the Fire by Billy Joel & Fall Out Boy Cover

So...uh I legit don't know how to start this. Okay, look, we all know the only reason I am doing this is because of the whole Fall Out Boy's quite not so good cover of it. But before I can actually talk about the cover itself we have to start with the original.

You know, as I listen to this I realized I had actually never listened to the full version of the song before. I would always hear the chorus but nothing else. This is not to say I had NEVER heard of the song before. It was that when people would use it in Anime Hell AMVs to Abridged series they would only play the chorus. Which I get why, it's the most memorable part of the song that and in my opinion the strongest part of the song.

So what is the significance of the song? Well the reason it exists in the first place was because at the time Joel just turned 40 and while he met Sean Lennon's friend who just turned 21 in the recording studio. Supposedly they had a conversation where said 21 year old talked about how it was a terrible time to turn 21 and Billy said,

"Yeah, I remember when I was 21 – I thought it was an awful time and we had Vietnam, and y'know, drug problems, and civil rights problems and everything seemed to be awful".

The young adult replied back with,

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, but it's different for you. You were a kid in the fifties and everybody knows that nothing happened in the fifties".

This took Billy aback and retorted with, "Wait a minute, didn't you hear of the Korean War or the Suez Canal Crisis?"

The main dismissal from the young adult would be the main inspiration for the creation of the song while the two headlines would be the main framework of the song. I do find it weirdly funny he mentions the Suez Canal crisis at the time when in 2021 the canal would be blocked leading to another historical event. Within the song there are 118 brief references to significant political, cultural, scientific, and sport events between the birth year of Billy Joel, 1949, to 1989. These would be listed in predominantly chronological order which makes the song feel very concise and easy to follow. That and it has a very clear intention, the world has always had chaotic events and always will. I do feel like here Billy's intent is from a genuine place of telling people of the era and even before that major historical events be it good or bad have always been a constant. That it is not new nor are the events that happened in the past any less significant than the issues in the current era.

So one of the main talking points sprouted from the recent cover is people debating whether or not the song is a low tier Billy Joel song or not. Well for me, it is in the middle. I do not think it is his best song but I do not think it is his worst. It gets the job done. But how does Billy see this song? Well in the 1993 film, Billy Joel: Shades of Grey, he talked about how he felt about the song on the more musical end with documentary director David Horn. Joel would compare the more melodic content in a more unfavorable light to his song, The Longest Time,

"Take a song like 'We Didn't Start the Fire.' It's really not much of a song … If you take the melody by itself, terrible. Like a dentist drill."

Then on chapter 14 of the book, In their Own Words by Bill DeMain, he interviewed Billy about the song and he states,

"I started doing that as a mental exercise. I had turned forty. It was 1989, and I said, “Okay, what’s happened in my life? I wrote down the year 1949… It was kind of a mind game. [It’s] one of the few times I’ve written the lyrics first, which should be obvious to why I usually prefer to write the music first, because the melody is horrendous. It’s like a mosquito droning. It’s one of the worst melodies I’ve ever written. I kind of like the lyric though."

While one could see his views on the more musical side of his song as mean I do get where he is coming from. As he stated, he prefers to write the music first then the lyrics second. When you write the melody first then you can figure out how the lyrics go but for some writing the lyrics first makes it so you have to figure out "Okay, what is the music going to sound like?" So while he may not really care for how the song sounds, it is clear he liked what he wrote. My own view of the song itself is in the middle I genuinely respect the intent behind it. The concept of showing that every era has it's negatives and positives historically is a good one. A reminder to anyone from the past and to the future. While I was listening to the song I saw these comments beneath the video,

Censoring the usernames because I don't want people to bother these people. But seeing these comments are from 1-2 years ago is funny. A forty year anniversary remake of the song would be a good idea. A lot has happened since 1989 and having an updated version of the song going from then to 2023 would be a neat expansion on the original's intent and a reminder to people about how while the era we live in now does suck in a lot of ways so too does the past.

Wait...we got that. The monkey's paw oh so curled...

Okay so let's start with a positive, the instrumental is fine. Not great but serviceable. But again, the original melody is not hard to screw up. But my main critique of the cover is the verses. The list of events are not in chronological order which makes the song feel like a mess of words. In the original the order is important, it emphasizes all the major events in a way to show the broad scope of what has happened throughout time. That and the events are in phrases. While that is true here it is bizarre to have "Michael Jackson dies" but then just have "Kurt Cobain" Like Michael Jackson dying is the only notable event of Michael Jackson's significance in the pop world while Kurt Cobain's existence lets the listener make the informed thought of BOTH his life and death are important.

You know what this cover makes me think? It really reads like a first draft. Like the band got together and went "Hey, what were the major things that happened from 1989 to 2023?" and just started shouting out what they remembered in no particular order. Then when they were done went "Yeah, that's good enough. Lets record" because I notice certain historical events are not mentioned like Occupy Wall Street, Kony 2012, Gamergate, Ferguson, Flint Michigan water crisis, Hurricane Katrina, Covid-19, and many more. It just feels so incomplete and emphasizes that his cover is such a big miss opportunity. While I don't want to assume no effort was put into this cover it does come off like the effort to passion wasn't really there. It makes whatever got intention they had get so muddy. Though the lyric change that stood out to me was in the chorus,

We didn't start the fire It was always burning since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire No, we didn't light it but we're trying to fight it

This is the strongest part of the whole cover. The intention of that while all this shit has been happening that we are trying to change things for the better. But the fact this is just a tiny nugget within a mess pile just makes said pile look more disorganized than before.

I know this is like the only to first time I have really made a review on something one would consider relevant I only did so because I am just baffled by it all.

#Billy Joel #song review #fall out boy #music review #We didn't start the fire #cover song #odd tracks #long post #Youtube

[audioaujom]

14: Followed by Kizami Alternate Extended Ending [wrong end 2 ★4]

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We’re here! It's the last of the Kizami writes!  This one doesn't end with less violence, but I guess you could say it ends on a better note. It's an alternate of the last write, where Kizami sticks around but they don't run into Tohko in the infirmary. Enjoy the chaos!

Pairing: Ranboo, Tubbo, Tommy, Bill, Crumb 

Word Count: 1949

Chapter TWs: Character Death, Violence

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“Hey, it looks like there’s a crawlspace!” Tubbo called, starting to stick his head into the gap in the wall.

“What’s in there?” Kizami asked curiously, the other two bunching up with him to hover behind Tubbo.

“Let’s see what’s— oh! There’s a ladder.” Tubbo pulled his head back out, starting to push chunks of wall to the side to make the space more accessible to the rest of the group.

“Wonder where that goes.” Ranboo wondered aloud, earning mutual curious noises from the other three.

“Maybe we can find a way out down there!” Tommy suggested excitedly, earning a quiet laugh from Tubbo.

“We should check it out, then.” Kizami affirmed, prompting Tubbo to squeeze through the gap he had made.

“Alright, there’s more space in here than I thought!” Tubbo called back through the wall. “And the ladder seems sturdy! You guys should be able to follow pretty easily.”

Tommy was the next one to crawl through, easily following behind Tubbo.

“Ah, after you.” Ranboo offered awkwardly, Kizami nodding and taking the invitation to crawl into the gap, Ranboo waiting before going after him. The four easily made their way down, finding themselves in a small room connected to a hallway that seemed to be part of a system of underground tunnels.

“Weird place for tunnels, if you ask me.” Tubbo commented, looking around with a frown.

“I wonder what’s down here, though.” Ranboo peeked down the accompanying hallway—ducking to keep from hitting his head on the ceiling—before motioning for the others to follow as he walked off. “It’s worth exploring, at least.”

The tunnels were, in a word, strange. It seemed to be some sort of mineshaft with packed dirt and stone walls with wooden supports, and there wasn’t really anything in any hall they checked save for the gravel that crunched beneath their feet.

Eventually they found themselves wandering into another long hallway, which was lined on both sides with wooden tables and an extra long one down the middle. The tables were covered in heads and skulls in various states of decomposition, all of the friends sharing a horrified look as they covered their noses from the smell. Sticking together in a clump to try and quickly navigate through the room, they tried to hurriedly investigate what they could see.

“What are you— Ew! Don’t touch those!” Ranboo exclaimed, disgusted, as Kizami gingerly picked up one of the fresher looking skulls from its spot on the wall, running his hands over it as he examined it closely.

“Why are you looking at it like that?!” Tommy also recoiled from him, Tubbo stepping in front of Tommy as Kizami looked back at them with a strange, unreadable expression.

“Sorry, I… guess I couldn’t help myself.” Kizami set the head down, running a hand over the edge of the table as he walked a little further down. “Look at the state they’re in… their deaths must’ve been so beautiful.”

“Whoa, creep alert.” Tubbo chuckled nervously, glancing between Ranboo and Tommy before turning his focus back to Kizami. “Knew there was something off about you.”

“Then why didn’t you figure it out sooner?” Kizami threw a casual glance over his shoulder at Tubbo, caressing one of the other skulls’ cheeks. All three of the boys cringed at the same time, exchanging a look.

“Yeah… I really don’t like this guy.” Tommy blurted out, Tubbo nodding in agreement.

“Well, I suppose I waited long enough, anyway.” Kizami huffed in annoyance, pulling a knife out from one of his back pockets and flicking it open.

“Whoa, hey, what are—!” Ranboo’s words choked off as Kizami lunged at him, placing the knife dangerously close to his throat while he grabbed onto one of his arms with his free hand, yanking it up behind his back to keep ahold of him.

“Hey!!” Tubbo stepped forward even as Kizami moved the knife warningly, Tommy right beside him.

“Let go of him right now!”

“How perfect… You’re all doing wonderfully.” Kizami’s face split in a wide grin, Tubbo and Tommy looking at each other with panicked expressions before a familiar voice spoke up from the doorway behind them.

“Whoa, what the hell is going on here?” 

Tubbo turned back to see Bill and Crumb standing in the doorway, Bill’s glare zeroed in on Kizami as Crumb anxiously looked around and tried to sound firm. “Yeah, what’s going on?!” 

“You didn’t tell me you had more friends! How exciting.” Kizami addressed Ranboo, smirking as he returned his attention to the four in the doorway. “Now I’ve really got an audience.”

“If you let go of him, I’ll consider not killing you.” Bill commented lightly, crossing his arms as he joined Tommy and Tubbo.

“Oh, will you? You’ll spare me? How merciful.” Kizami let out a short laugh, before adjusting his grip on the knife to better angle more of the blade across the front of Ranboo’s neck. “Get any closer and he loses his head.”

“There’s no need to do anything rash, man.” Tubbo was the next to speak up, putting his hands up in defense as Kizami regarded him coldly. “Let him go, and we’ll talk.”

“I’m afraid the only thing we have to discuss is the fact I’m leaving.” Kizami eyed a spot on the floor behind him, nodding to himself before slowly starting to move backwards while dragging Ranboo with him. “Speaking of, I’ll be taking my leave now.” His next step backwards had him instantly falling out of view, the two having activated a trapdoor and disappearing into a room below.

“No fucking way!” Bill ran forward, easily jumping over the open trapdoor and finding another one nearby to throw himself through as Tubbo ran after him. “He won’t get away that easy!” 

“Bill and I fell through one of those traps earlier!” Crumb suddenly exclaimed, stopping Tommy from following the other two just as Tubbo dropped through another trapdoor. She tugged on his sleeve a little, jerking her head back the way they came into the room with a small smile. “It goes into a hall that comes out a little ways back.”

“Perfect! Let’s go cut him off.” Tommy grinned approvingly at her, the two running back down the hall to find the doorway to try and cut Kizami off before he could escape.

Meanwhile, Kizami and Ranboo hit the floor of the room hard, dust blooming out from beneath them as they hit a patch of stone that—thankfully—was empty.

“This is a little less than ideal.” Kizami mumbled to himself, brushing off his pants as he quickly got to his feet.

“Sounds like an understatement to me.” Ranboo mumbled from his spot, having landed pretty hard face-first on the floor. Kizami was quick to haul him to his feet, still clutching the knife.

“Bold words from someone I could kill at any moment.” Kizami growled, bringing the knife back up to his throat. 

“If that’s true, why haven’t you?” Ranboo scoffed at him, before noticing another trapdoor in the ceiling opening in front of them. “You’ve got— well, there goes your chance at escape.”

“Fancy seeing you here.” BIll landed upright, a rattle running up through his legs as he wobbled but didn’t fall, levelly glaring at Kizami as the latter finished coming to his senses and pinned one of Ranboo’s arms behind him with his other hand.

“Fuck, how did you manage to stick the landing like that?!” Tubbo came crashing through the ceiling next, landing awkwardly on his side and not quite managing to catch himself before his head smacked off the floor.

“All skill, my friend.” Bill grinned confidently, earning scoffs from both Tubbo and Ranboo.

“Well, now that’s just not true.” 

“And you all think there’s something wrong with me.” Kizami mumbled, but Ranboo was close enough to hear it.

“You’re the one caressing dead bodies.” 

“Ew! Is he into that or something?” Bill looked horrified, placing a hand to his chest and taking a step back in mock disgust.

“What? No! What the hell are you talking about?” Kizami seemed quite disturbed by the calmness of the three, pressing his knife in closer to Ranboo’s throat. “Don’t get any closer, or I’ll kill him.”

“You’re really persistent!” Tubbo let out a low whistle, finally getting back up to his feet as the pain in his head began to subside.

“Watch what you say.” Kizami narrowed his eyes at them, before they suddenly widened and lit up. He used the point of the knife to drag a slow, spiraling pattern down the front of Ranboo’s throat, leaving thin lines of blood in its wake before moving the knife back up to its original position. “Don’t forget where you stand. Now back off.”

Tubbo and Bill glanced at each other, worriedly eyeing the blood  and Ranboo’s poor attempts to hide his wincing as Kizami slowly began to drag him backwards down a nearby hallway.

The other two wanted to move but stayed in their spots, quietly mumbling to each other and trying to come up with a plan as Kizami and Ranboo quickly disappeared out of ear-shot, and then line of sight.

Kizami’s moment of reprieve only last for a second, however, as—

“Oh hello! What a coincidence!” Tommy’s voice suddenly boomed from behind them, Kizami adjusting the grip on his knife so he could reach up and rub at his face in annoyance.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Kizami exclaimed, angling the two of them so he could see Tommy (joined by Crumb) on one side, and both Bill and Tubbo approaching on the other, clearly having heard their friend’s appearance. “Do none of you value his life enough to actually listen to me?”

“For someone threatening to kill him, you’ve done a distinctive lack of murdering, dude.” Tubbo commented evenly, eyeing Bill beside him who bent down to clutch at his knees and heave for air from the short run.

“Yeah, I get… the impression… you’re waiting for… something, and your threat… is empty.” Bill panted, earning noises of agreement from the others.

“Yeah, me too!” Tubbo nodded, patting Bill on the back and nearly knocking him over as he continued to try and catch his breath.

“Fine, then…” Kizami scanned the group, before his dark eyes fell on Crumb beside Tommy. She jumped as he looked at her, instantly stepping back. “You all seem fond of her…” He moved the knife away from Ranboo’s throat long enough to gesture in her direction with it, tears starting to spring to her eyes from the fear. “I wonder what you all would do if I—!” 

Kizami’s sentence was cut off as he choked on blood, Ranboo’s elbow landing a hard hit against his nose as everyone in the hall heard it crack on impact.

“Don’t even think about it.” The terse comment was quickly followed by a cheer from Tommy, Kizami letting go of Ranboo in shock and allowing him to put a little space between them.

“Let’s beat his ass!”

Ranboo was closest but Tommy was fastest, tackling Kizami to the ground with Bill hot on his heels to drop to his knees and slide up beside the two and aim heavy punches for his face. Tubbo and Ranboo filled in places on both sides of Kizami, kicking at his stomach as Tommy and Bill together beat Kizami’s face into an unrecognizable pulp. He didn’t even have time to scream between hits, too winded from the crushing weight on his lungs.

Kizami didn’t leave that underground tunnel, Ranboo and Bill standing on either side of Crumb as the five friends made their way back up, their searching now a little more light-hearted.

#corpse party au #corpse party #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #cross posted on ao3 #whump #angst #fluff #I think? #probably #ranboolive #ranboo #ranboo fanfic #tubbo fanfic #tubbo #tommyinnit #tommyinnit fanfic #billzo #billzo fanfic #crumb cuptoast #cuptoast fanfic #yuuya kizami

[renee-writer]

Single Chapter 5

AO3

They sit across from each other in Reverend Wakefield’s study.  She holds Brianna. He smiles at the baby.

 

“As I explained in my letter, you and the child…”

 

“Brianna, Brianna Ellen Fraser.”

 

He nods and makes a note of her name in the file.

 

“Yes, you and Brianna are the owners of the Lallybroch estate located in the Highlands. My client, Benjamin Fraser has gifted it to you,” he looks down at the paperwork, not out of need but to give himself a moment to compose himself, “the strange thing is, Benjamin doesn’t know you. He is following a set of instructions handed down from a James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser in the 1700’s.”

 

He shakes his head.

 

“The original wording,” He clears his throat, “Lallybroch is to be gifted to Claire Fraser and her child, by whomever owns her in the Year of Our Lord,  1949.” The queer thing, as you can imagine, is how he would know you would be here, a widow and her child, in this place and time.

 

My own long ago ancestor, Ned Gowan, was handling this deed. As the promise has remained in the Fraser family all these years, so has the responsibility for the estate remained in my family.  Every lawyer that has come through, knew the queer circumstances of the Lallybroch estate.

 

My own dad gave it to me before he passed. I have waited anxiously for this year, to see if you would exist.”

 

He shakes his head again.

 

“We exist. I can’t believe he made provision for us.” She feels like laughing and crying. Sitting with Ned’s relative talking about Lallybroch seems the height of absurdity and exactly what should be happening, at the same time.

 

“By he you mean James Fraser? Impossible as he lived two hundred years ago.”

 

“My dear Mr. Gowan have I got a tale for you.”

#my writing #outlander fanfic #single #chapter 5 #cannon divergence #outlander fandom

[ashecampos]

- his secret -

Vampire bucky x female y/n.

you’ve been dating your military boyfriend for about 2 years but what you didn’t know is that he has a dark secret. 1940s bucky barnes x Steve’s twin sister, y/n. Blood!Angst!darkthemes!Y/N’s pov

The war had been over for four years now, four years ago we met. Although I remember it like it was yesterday.

- four years earlier-

It was a normal day to say the least, I went to work with the girls as we all had to because the men of the house where still at war, once I was back, I unlocked the door to mine and Steve’s apartment. The apartment was small and stuffy but it was home. I place my purse upon the counter top which was decorated with a stack of newspapers and two navy jackets.

I rub my eyes as if a trick of reality had fallen upon me from the lack of sleep and rest I have had the last couple of years. Upon my eyes focusing back on the jackets I was lead to the fact he was finally home.

I push the door for the living room and there he is “oh my, Steve” I say in shock, my hands covering my mouth as my brother, the star spangled man is stood in the living room of our apartment. He is so much taller and muscular now than before, i once heard about the super soldier serum and how Steve was chosen to be it’s subject, i then heard about the test working, after that day steve was all over the tabloids and propaganda posters.

Snapping me out of my trance Steve’s now deeper voice beams through the small room “oh how I’ve missed you y/n, I have someone you must meet” he says whilst engulfing my tiny body in a hug, once we break from the hug, I am aware of the other person in the room.

I look at the other man, his pale skin fills the room with light, his pale pink lips, puffy and chapped from the winters frost. His eyes, deep blue alike to the blue of a lapis crystal you see in travelers show. His dark hair contrasts his pale skin, his face is home to war scars and newer cuts.

Once again breaking out of yet another trance, the man is ushered toward me by Steve “this is my dearest friend and colleague, Sargent James Buchanan Barnes” the man then smiles a little toward me.

“please mind my manners, hello, I’m y/n, Steve’s sister” I say with a smile and an extended hand just as any lady should.

He links out hands and we are both share a handshake “I’m terribly sorry for the intrusion doll, you can call me James”

- present day 1949 -

After that first encounter, Steve’s mission was always to set me and James up, what more would a man want for his sister than his closest friend to be wed with her.

Me and James have been together for two years now and I’ve never been happier than I am now, Steve has a child with his now wife Margaret in who he met during his time in the military.

For the past year, after his business trip, James has been acting a little weird, I had recently pinned it down to some European sickness but upon the trip to the doctors office, there was no diagnosis for the illness.

In the past six months, he had stopped going out during the day and decided to start taking the night shift at his office to try avoid human contact as much as possible. He had been suffering with his senses, saying it is as if they had been turned up to 100 and that he could hear things that I couldn’t, this had me concerned and confused.

However, now he seems to have gotten used to this mysterious sickness, as if he had accepted whatever he has and has decided to use it to his advantage.

It’s finally our two year anniversary, today and our neighbour, Agnes had helped me set up a scenic atmosphere within the house before she went to work for the day, James had taken the day shift to the fact he wanted to get off earlier to spend his day with his ‘doll’.

I change into one of my best dresses, dinner already upon the candle lit table, I hear the door unlock and the steps of my lover coming into the room, he walks in, looking as handsome as ever. His eyes light up as he sees the layout of the room, he brings a box into view. A pink boutique clothing store box with a pink ribbon and a bouquet of roses on top of the box in which he sets down upon the table. He latches his hand upon my waist and pulls me in for a kiss, upon pulling away “happy anniversary doll” he says in a deep voice. We share a couple of kisses before sitting down, he ushers me to open my gift as he places the flowers in a vase.

I pull the end of the pink ribbon, allowing the box to be opened, I take the lid off of the box, in the box is a dress I had been eyeing up in a designer shop a few months ago “oh james, it’s dashing darling, thank you” I say with a hand over my mouth in awe to the man sat in front of me. “Your welcome my love. This dinner looks stunning doll” he states whilst picking up his cutlery and taking a bite of the food, with a smile I do the same and we eat while making conversation about the new shows playing in the local theatre.

After thirty or so minutes we are both finished and I had taken the plates into the kitchen, and cleaned them before making my way back to my boyfriend.

What I see next is the one thing I would’ve never expected within my life time. I see my boyfriend in the middle of the bedroom, we share, a pool of blood at his feet, and one of his newer colleagues in his grasp as he places his mouth to the neck of the older man. I stand in the doorway in shock and disbelief. “James” I say with a gasp. He drops the now dead man and turns to look at me, blood pours down his chin from his mouth. He looks healthier than ever as he says “y/n I can explain please sit dear” his two front canine teeth have been transformed into sharp fangs, he walks over to the door, pulling me into the room, onto the bed.

“what are you?” I say with a shaky voice as I sit on the bed with him.

“When I went on that business trip in Europe I was attacked by some men. One of them bit me, it’s called vampirism, the doctor has found my diagnostics the week I had came back but I had payed him off to not tell you or anyone. I’m so sorry doll” he says with an apologetic look as he wipes the blood off of his face.

“you mean to tell me the folklore stories are of truth” I look into his eyes, he is serious. My boyfriend is a vampire.

hey guys it’s spooky season so this is the start of my halloween tropes + mcu characters. I’m sorry this wasn’t longer, I’ve never wrote for Bucky, I don’t know how he would act but my friend requested vampire Bucky so this is as good as it’ll get. Please feel free to drop some more ideas for these stories. have a great day guys.

#bucky angst #bucky barns fanfiction #Bucky #bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #reader insert #1940s bucky #mcu #phase1 #mcu fic #vampire #kinktober #imagine #super soldier #winter soldier #steve rogers #Agnes #my boyfriend #my boyfriend is a vampire #fangs #fangs? dont mind if i do

[cranes-best-experiment]

Terror's Trance: Part 1 (A Gift Or A Curse?)

(Jonathan Crane Origin) (Jonathan Crane x OC)

A disclaimer, this is probably such a shit story, I'm not going to lie. But, it is just my spin on Jonathan Crane-ish - based on a mix of all of my comics (I have the majority of comics shown on the DC website). Sorry - if you don't like the slight modernisation.

~~~~~Prelude~~~~~~

He was an outsider, ever since he had been conceived. In a small religious town, where everybody knew everybody, he was the only child with parents together out of Wedlock. His life was a struggle, not having one moment of respite that he could ever remember.

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Arlen was a very divided one half was full of common people working day to day, to simply put food on the table and provide for their families. The other half were descendants of aristocrats that believed they still had ruling power on the other members of public, often these families often had a higher number of the older generation still living and out to scrutinise any differences to what it used to be - or more, how it 'should' be.

One of the most powerful families that had ruled over Arlen was the Keeny family, its oldest living member being Mary Keeny. They were a pureblooded family, to the point of interbreeding to keep it that way. There was always something a little bit... strange with the family, other than their partners. 

Mary had been born in 1921. At the age of 8, Mary Keeny had lost her mother and her grandfather due to the pressures of the Wallstreet Crash, as her grandmother had died rather young, she didn't have a female guardian in her life. Only her father and he was very wary of how she would turn out, and he had no idea how to bring her up to be the 'perfect' wife.

Instead he shoved her away, sent her away to church - paying for them to give her extra concentrated lessons and teachings around God. Making sure to instil very strong values in her. Ones that she would grow to be unyielding about, honouring and keeping them close for the rest of her life. Her father knew that the Keeny family had to be secured, so he sealed a deal for her to be married as soon as she turned 16, when he could give her the consent for her to do so.

When Mary turned 16 she was wed to her cousin Edward William Keeny, who was 22. She was a very strict, harsh and serious woman. Keeping her values steady, he however was much the opposite, they balanced each other out. And while in the beginning she wasn't fond of him, and gave him the most backhanded of pet names, she couldn't resist when he called her his 'darling little lamb.'

He had even built her a small chapel, it was somewhere she would hold service every night, but Edward would still keep his array of birds in there. Serving as both an aviary and a chapel. Something she prided herself on was how beautiful it was, and how people would honour it. 

After 12 years of trying, they had finally conceived. And in 1949, Marion Keeny was born, however this 'miracle' was extremely stressful on Mary's body and the Doctor urged Mary not to have any other children, if she valued her life. This took away Mary's wish of having a baby boy, which was all she ever wanted. She couldn't part with that idea. 

With the excess of money that their family owned, she had enough money to buy double everything, one set in pink and one set in blue. She created the most perfect of nurseries, not for her little girl... no. For the little boy, she was robbed of. As Marion grew and her room changed, so did her boys changing with every stage of life. Until late childhood, then it stayed decorated with every toy and teddy bear you could imagine. 

Their family seemed, no had to have an unstable gene that ran rife and uncontrollable, as at age 4, in 1953, Marion's father took a shotgun to his head. He held on longer than a lot of the family, but Mary couldn't understand it. Suicide was a mortal sin, he would be severely punished by god for it, and he had left wife and daughter alone. The exact opposite of what a man was supposed to do. 

Marion was raised with all of Mary's views, strict rules and church every night. She was to be prim and proper, she had a name to uphold. 

Eventually, it was decided for Marion to marry. And she was married away to her second cousin Thomas Alaric Keeny. They were only together for appearances, Marion didn't believe herself to be the marriage kind, but her mother said otherwise. She kept away from the one thing she couldn't stand for as long as possible, childbirth. Her mothers will was stronger than her own and at 39 years of age, in 1988 Marion Keeny gave birth to a child of her own. One she had no interest in having - and as soon as possible was back out partying and liaising with other self-involved, aristocrat descendants. 

Mary was livid when she had found out that the child she pressured her daughter into having was a girl, she couldn't carry the name, she couldn't provide, she was simply another difficult mouth to feed. 

Thomas worked hard on the farm to keep it in perfect condition, and to keep the money rolling in. But he was also a good man, he cared deeply for his daughter, Karen. And would be there for her when he wasn't working. Mary had such a large disdain for him because of this, that wasn't a man's job. He didn't seem like a true Keeny, what good man would allow himself to be emasculated in such a way? 

Other than her father, Karen was raised by her Grandmother, to be the most perfect little girl. Going to service and even reading for her some nights always listening intently to what was being said. Her respect for God knew no bounds. 

In 1997, Thomas was taking particularly long in the fields. He was two hours late to dinner, and Mary despised tardiness. She sent a 9-year-old Karen out to seek her father, only to find his body severely sunburned and un-moving. It was unknown how long he had been dead, but heatstroke was the cause. She was heartbroken, but unable to show this. Even at the funeral, Catholic funerals are notoriously long and not one tear was allowed to flow - not under her grandmothers eye.

Her faith had been broken, the one she felt had cared was gone If such a God was real, a one like the one her Grandmother spoke so highly about,  he wouldn't allow such a thing to happen. Not to such a young girl. 

She lost her faith - abandoned. She was in a complete downward spiral, she started sneaking out going to parties and would do anything to get her mind off her sorrows. 

It had now been maybe 7 years since her father had died and it had been 3 years since she started experimenting with hard drugs and alcohol to fill the void that had been caused by his death. Most of the time she was up to the eyeballs in various substances and nothing could hurt her, she couldn't feel anything and it was just the way she had wanted it to be. 

She thought that nothing could scare her, that was until she suddenly found herself blinded by fear.

Recently, she had been feeling... different. It had only been a couple days, but not even a top up of drugs could make it go away. Maybe the drugs had been tampered with? No, that's too far.

She had her suspicions, but the symptoms weren't painfully obvious. Or maybe she wanted to remain unaware, so stayed oblivious. There was some muscle fatigue and sensitivity to smells and flavours. There was something she had thought, but she didn't want to dwell on it - pregnancy. No way could it have happened to her. Surely not? Oh, how wrong she was...

They had used protection; she did everything she could - they both had covered all fronts. This couldn't be happening to her. If the result was positive, what could she do? Everyone would know! Her family was one of the families that founded this town, and even regular citizens had their personal business spread within a matter of days. This town wasn't the town for keeping secrets, the people were so tightly woven together. And although the town lay in a place like Georgia, it was cold to the core, people were unaccepting and superstitious. If they weren't a founding family, that was living off the dying money their family once had; they were just short of living like the Amish. It was dreadfully outdated, and most younger people had outgrown the old behaviours and departed.

Building a plan in her head, she knew she had to find out somehow. She would tell her mother and grandmother she was going to some extra Saturday class. That's when she'd confirm it. Saturday came way quicker than she had imagined, and she drove out of the little place that had eyes and ears on every surface. Just to grab a couple of tests to confirm what she wanted - that she WASN'T pregnant. If she had bought them here, headlines and straplines along the lines of: 'Un-pious Pregnancy,' 'Karen Keeny, the Unmarried young granddaughter of the God-fearing, devoted Mary keeny, has a pregnancy scare?' That was the last thing she needed, especially if it were the truth, which she was sure it wasn't. 

She didn't need the shame and condescension if it was just a stress reaction from her body, she didn't want to be regarded as a common whore. She hoped that no one would see her taking a drive out of town. 

She drove her way, drinking plenty of fluids as she did. Making sure that she had the ability to take the test. She sure had by the time she arrived at her destination: a petrol station in the middle of nowhere.

She thought she would burst as she purchased the tests from the woman behind the counter, who offered her a reassuring smile. Karen could only replicate a weak curling of her lips. A petrol station was the most unexpected place to receive a dose of encouragement but Karen took it, she needed it more than anything. 

As she wandered to the bathroom, she wondered what it would mean for her if there was a new path in her life. A marriage would be involved almost instantly. She quickly shook her head, once again telling herself that she wasn't pregnant. And there was no point in stressing over something that wasn't even real or relevant to her child-free life. She prepared the tests, and took them all. This was something to be sure of. She placed them neatly back in the box and made her way back to the car. As she sat herself back into the car seat, the allocated time had already passed. 

Even when it came time to look, she felt she couldn't. She wasn't ready, but the logical side of her mind that somehow was still there, even after the drug abuse, grabbed her and informed her that it wouldn't change the result. So, she needed to bite the bullet. 

A couple more moments of stressed hesitation had passed before she picked them back out of the box and looked at the results. In that moment, it was like the world had come crashing down on her. 

Guilt. Dread and guilt were the most prominent emotions that flooded her senses as she stared down at the two lines one the strip - Positive. The emotions were so thick - suffocating and drowning her while she stared down at the lines. She was pregnant. On every test there were two clear lines, she double checked it repeatedly, there was no doubt about it. All she wanted was for the ground to swallow her whole. Many things crossed her mind in the moment, so many thoughts that not one was coherent enough to understand. She placed her head on the steering wheel as she gripped it tight, trying to reign in the freely flowing thoughts. 

The one that started to overpower the others, the loudest and most potent was that she knew how disappointed her mother and grandmother would be, disappointed being a major understatement. She was disgraced in the eyes of God and tarnished the name of their family. Having relations outside of marriage was hugely prohibited. Getting pregnant, however, that was far worse. She would try to hide it, at least for as long as possible, something told her that wouldn't be for awfully long. 

She was now responsible for two people, which was strange for her. She had barely been responsible for one in the last few years of her life, abusing her body with many substances. But, she did feel a sort of protection around the baby, she had to shield them both from the three recipients of the news: Gerald (the father), Marion (her mother), and Mary (her grandmother). That last two she knew for certain would have a furious wrath. 

She made her way back home, and hid the tests in a place she knew would never be found. So, she could present them to the father of her child, when the time had come. 

In the moment, the young woman didn't really know what to do. She was extremely fond of Gerald, she really was. He was intelligent, charismatic, tall, attractive and strong. He was a descendant of another founding family, he was a couple years older, and was a psychologist. She thought that nothing could've improved him. But, unfortunately, the man she created the child with wasn't her boyfriend, their relationship was never based on feelings but a narcotic fuelled attraction, that they knew would end in a good time. However, everything had now changed, and they both had a responsibility to at least one thing in this world. That thing being a child. 

She wasn't sure if he wanted to pursue her, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to pursue him either. Not that he was ugly - God no. She had never thought about him romantically in her intoxicated state. And if their current affair, if it were to result in a relationship, wouldn't be from the most organic origins. She wasn't sure if that was something she wanted, but likely their families wouldn't give them a choice. 

Gerald already had rumours that his parents desperately tried to cover up. He was known to be a bit strange, even though he had rich friends, the best grades and sociable. Maybe it was linked to the fact he used his knowledge of Psychopharmacology, and often was a supplier of some of the drugs at the parties. Or maybe it was deeper? But, she felt she knew him and that didn't seem so truthful. 

It had been two weeks since she had found out the big reveal, and people were suspecting something due to her lack of partying. Something she reported was down to an odd illness. She felt it was time to give Gerald the information she had to, she still had his number from their various interactions. Giving a quick message, to tell him she had to speak to him, she started to get in the car. He quickly responded with a simple 'Ok.' And the directions to his apartment. 

She knocked on his door, and quickly he answered the door, shooting her his most charming grin, which made her feel weak in the knees. He stepped aside and offered her into the room, telling her to sit at the table near the kitchen. She did so and as she sat, he spoke, "I wasn't expecting to see you again, Karen. Nonetheless, I'm happy you're here, what are you needing from me?" She smiled a tight smile and her legs bounced up and down, "I didn't think, we'd really speak again either. But I have something important to tell... that involves you." She sputtered. "Oh? And what is that?" Gerald said with a hint of almost confusion in his voice, but the happiness radiating from the man, made it seem like he knew. 

She gathered all the confidence she could, and then the confession came "I'm pregnant, and it's 100% yours." She let it out quickly, with a heavy sigh of relief that followed shortly after, her stomach feeling like a bottle of carbonated liquid that had been vigorously shaken and just that confession had allowed the pressure to dissipate. "Oh, wow. That's a shock, especially due to the circumstances. Are you okay?" He asked, reaching his hand out and placing it on hers. "Erm, emotionally I'm not sure. But, physically there aren't that many symptoms, but these," she used her free hand to place the tests on the table in front of them, "These confirmed it all. Gerald, what do we do? You know what this town is like, if I go to the doctors. Or do anything that could let this slip. We'll be ridiculed." She tapped her hand up and down, as she anxiously rambled to him. "Who cares what anyone else thinks-" 

"Gerald, you went to school with me. You know what my mother and my grandmother are like, I can't have this happen." His smile dropped "Oh, yes how could I have forgotten, your mother is a socialite who only cares for appearance, and your grandmother there is no word and people say I'm crazy. We'll sort something out; I'll be here for you and the child at any moment." This allowed a small smile to break out from Karen. "Thank you, you have made this much easier than I anticipated." 

"I'm glad, I could remedy your stress for a bit. I don't really think I could be that mad at you Karen. So, really don't worry. We'll work this out, somehow." He reassured. "Again, thank you. I'm going to go now, but keep in touch. I need to get my affairs in order-" 

"God, you sound like you're preparing to die." Gerald jested. "As you said, with my Grandmother, that crazy old bat. Who knows what could happen?" Karen quipped back, with far too much seriousness for Gerald and his face hardened slightly. "Right, well. Of course, just send a message. Then I'll let my parents know. I should be free most of the time. Goodbye." Karen stood up with the tests and placed them in her bad, nodded and departed. "Bye, Gerald." And he closed the apartment door behind her. 

She left, and quickly went home, thankful that telling Gerald was a much more stress-free experience than she had originally thought. This allowed her to relax just a touch and think a bit more clearly, knowing she had one person that was willing to fight her corner. 

This however left Gerald to think of ways to inform his parents on their situation. He couldn't inform them straight away, they would let the two older Keeny women know immediately. He knew they would be thankful that it wasn’t a commoner at least. The Keeny family was respected and perhaps they would be more lenient. 

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Um, hope this wasn't shit you know? I wouldn't be surprised if it is, or if it is very slow.

Here is my imagined look of his parent's (basing the crane on Cillian Murphy), ignore if you don't like it:

I tried to draw his mother and it looks so fucking badddd and gave up on his dad. So, I have sims:

#batman #the scarecrow #jonathan crane fluff #origin story #jonathan crane backstory #dr.crane #Dr. Jonathan Crane #Jonathan Crane #jonathan crane x oc #Jonathan Crane X OC #Canon? #jonathan crane #2013 Crane #year one scarecrow #the dark knight #scarecrow dc #dc batman #dc fanart #dark knight trilogy #dark knight scarecrow #Scarecrow X OC #scarecrow x oc #Scarecrow x you #Scarecrow X You #scarecrow x you #Scarecrow x reader #Batman begins #hope you like it

[captainjimothycarter]

Hi, sorry but would you mind dropping some of your favorite multiple chapters Steggy fics pls

Of course! I'm sure there's much more then these but it seems like I forget to bookmark stuff.

Wrapped In Red - (smutty, smutty goodness) - After receiving some bad advice from his best friend Bucky, Steve Rogers decides to find out how the other side lives by using a photoshopped picture on his online dating profile.

Fight Doesn't Make You A Hero - (a cute fic) - StuntCoordinator!Steve meets Actress!Peggy, who is an absolute menace when it comes to stunts. AU, Tumblr Ask Box Fic

He Can Do This All Day - Steve shows Peggy his ability to do it all day extends to bedroom activities.

The Next Guy - (there are parts of this fic that still stick out in my mind and I love it) - "It’s the one subject that’s never open for discussion: Peggy’s grand love affair with Captain America. It’s not exactly a secret—in fact, it’s become something of a legend within the SSR. Everyone and their dog has a version of the romantic tale, pieced together through third-hand eyewitness accounts and wild speculation. There’s only one person Daniel wants to hear the story from, though, and she ain’t talking."

Nobody's Baby - (this is the whole series and it's SO good and one of my fave fics) - She’s the only woman in camp, so she must be qualified to take care of a baby, right?

A Second Chance At Keeping Him Safe - (such a good fic) - Peggy always wished there was more she could have done to save Steve. Then Howard finds the Valkyrie, and somehow, miraculously, Steve is still alive in the wreckage. But when Steve wakes up, they realize that not all of him survived the crash. He doesn't remember anything. At all. But Peggy wanted another chance to keep him safe and now she's got it. And she's not going to fail this time.

Carry My Flag - (these two are so dorks) - No matter how Peggy spun it, this new assignment was nothing more than glorified babysitting.

And The Sun Hits The Ground - (one of my fave AU's of the Iron Ceiling) - An AU of the Agent Carter episode Iron Ceiling.

Should The Stars Align - (a really good fic here) - 1949, New York. Agent Peggy Carter has been hard at work moving forward with her life post World War II and keeping the country safe. When a ghost of her past unexpectedly shows up on her doorstep one night, her life is turned on its head as two hearts attempt to reconcile and heal together

Aim For The Heart - (I love Peggy in the future aus) - Though from her angle she couldn’t see too much of her surroundings, and the lights in the room were dimmed, she knew immediately that she was no longer in Howard’s lab.

The Untamed - (soulmate aus are so good) - Steve Rogers never thought he would be able to meet his soulmate. Peggy Carter had no interest in meeting hers.

An Experimental Design - (I really love this au and how true it is to them) - Sequel to “What Number?”, also prompted from Steggy Bingo Bash Prompts.  Takes place about a week after that fic. Peggy's at a nine, and Steve is nowhere to be found.

#Steggy #Steggy Fic Rec #I really have bad memory and forget to bookmark fics it seems

[scotianostra]

On June 25th 1971 , John Boyd Orr, biologist and Nobel Prize Winner, died.

John Boyd Orr's pioneering research led to millions of children across the UK being given free school milk from 1946 to 1971 when Margaret Thatcher, then education secretary, cut provision giving her the mick name Thatcher, "Thatcher, Thatcher, milk snatcher”

Boyd Orr was born in Ayrshire into a religious and highly literate family, and it was perhaps inevitable that he should be destined for a career in teaching after studying theology. However, his studies at Glasgow University also opened up new avenues for him. He became interested in the theories of Darwin, and this led to a fascination with zoology.

When he graduated with his MA in 1902, he was assigned to a teaching position in the Glasgow slums to fulfil the obligations required by his scholarship. He lasted only a few days before resigning and going back home to Ayrshire where he was reassigned to a school in Saltcoats. There he completed his teaching but left as soon as he could, saying: "though I liked the children, I hated teaching them”.

Boyd Orr returned to university to study biology and medicine, and he graduated with a BSc in 1910 and MB ChB two years later. He only practised for one month before returning to university to undertake nutritional research. His MD thesis in 1914 was awarded the Bellahouston Gold Medal for the most distinguished thesis of the year.

On the recommendation of his supervisor, he was asked to be the first director of a new research institute in Aberdeen, which would later become the world renowned Rowett Institute. At the time of his appointment, it did not exist, but he would spend the next twenty-five years raising both funds and the profile of nutritional research to make it a reality.

The initial work to build the institute was, however, interrupted by the outbreak of war. Boyd Orr enlisted in the RAMC and saw active service on the Western Front where he was awarded both the Military Cross and the Distinguished Service Order. Later he would never wear the medals saying that the truly brave men had all died.

In the interwar years, he travelled widely and published extensively, emerging as one of the country’s leading experts in nutrition. He first came to national attention in 1936 with the publication of Food, Health and Income, a report of a dietary survey by income group, which revealed that the cost of a diet meeting basic nutritional needs was beyond the means of half the British population.

This led to similar studies being conducted in nineteen other countries and prompted the creation of a Commission of the League of Nations, which tried to formulate a global food policy. It became the forerunner of the United Nations Food and Agriculture Organization (FAO). Boyd Orr would become the Director General of the FAO from 1945-48. These were important years because the predicted European post-war famine was averted in part by policies put forward by the organisation.

Boyd Orr was no stranger to the challenges of developing and implementing food policies, many of which are still with us today. He spent his later career trying to persuade governments and presidents, organisations and companies to rethink the way they did things. However, he would often bemoan the fact that while he could persuade farmers of the importance of the nutrition of their animals, he could not stir their interest “in the food of their ain bairns, far less in the bairns of ither folks”.

His was a life filled with honours and awards, from Gold medals at University to military decorations to honorary degrees and more. He was elected Rector of Glasgow University and subsequently became its Chancellor. He was briefly a British Member of Parliament, and in 1935 he was knighted for his services to agriculture. In 1949, after he was awarded the Nobel Prize, Prime Minister Clement Attlee ennobled him as Baron Boyd Orr of Brechin Mearns.

Reading of Boyd Orr’s long career it seems he had a series of false starts and perhaps even failures. But he was no dilettante. He combined a powerful intellect with an admirable work ethic to achieve a mastery in everything he tried. That he chose to move from a career in teaching to medical practice, to research, to politics and then to governance and policy making was not evidence of mere restlessness but of a constant desire to do meaningful work.

Boyd Orr was at heart a man with an ambitious vision for the world, and he firmly believed that real peace and prosperity would only ever be achieved when no one was hungry.

The citation for the 1949 Nobel Peace Prize read: “for his lifelong effort to conquer hunger and want, thereby helping to remove a major cause of military conflict and war”.

#scotland #scottish #humanitarian #scholar #doctor #nutritionalist #history #noble prize winner

[spaced0lphin]

Gustav Vigeland is Norway's most famous sculptor. He died in 1949. Today I went to Vigelandmuseet and discovered he was a 100% confirmed Monsterfucker Enjoyer:

But hey don't you mlm monsterfuckers feel left out or anything, he's got you covered, too:

Didn't seem to be a big fan of the responsibilities of parenthood:

Also, a vehement character shipper.

"NOW KISS."

- Gustav Vigeland, probably

Very into encouraging the youths to explore their interests in veterinary medicine:

Sculpting people in trees and lifting cups:

And also just stacking loads of people like a mile high because suffering or something:

Vigeland was an pretty cool guy and you should look up his expressive & challenging art.

#vigeland #vigelandparken #frogner #frognerparken #norway

[signalwatch]

Watch Party Watch: The Amazing Mr. X (1948)

Watched:  01/27/2023

Format:  Amazon Watch Party

Viewing:  First

Director:  Bernard Vorhaus (sp?)

This is "moral relativism, the movie".  Not often do you see a movie where you're straight up unclear why you should care about anyone in the film, but this is it.  If you believe women should be helpless dummies, I guess you can pick the two rich, guileless sisters who are shown to mostly be cotton-brained marks through 90 minutes of film, and who discuss their long history of what easy targets they've been, but when your hero of the third reel is the guy who has been outmaneuvered by the even shittier guy in the movie... woof.

These characters kind of all deserve each other.  

I dunno.  The version we watched for free on Amazon Prime was a very, very rough, dark print that hadn't been touched since being put away probably in 1949.  John Alton was the DP, and there's some gorgeous John Alton stuff in this movie that was unfortunately dimmed by time.  I will pay to see this again in a restored version just for the photography.

I was willing to see this movie immediately because it co-starred Cathy O'Donnell, who is fantastic in They Live By Night, Side Street and The Best Years of Our Lives, but here she's mostly asked to be a simp and whine a lot, and...  it's fine, but it's thankless.  Playing a gullible dummy isn't a good look for anyone.

I know Lynn Bari less.  She's in Nocturne, which is a fine film, but that's the only place I've seen her.  And while the picture was blurry and dark, she's, how does one say?  fun to watch.  

The plot is that two rich sisters live in a Manderlay like mansion on an ocean cliff.  Two years prior, Lynn Bari's husband died in a fiery car crash.  She's both mourning him and about to be engaged to a too-practical attorney.  Her sister, O'Donnell, is a character type we'd start seeing a lot in this era- the teen or young woman who is certain in her belief she's smarter and wiser than everyone around them.  

Well, Lynn is being set up by her housekeeper (who is playing a Swedish maid) and her partner, the shady Alexis (the titular Mr. X, I guess), and they basically do the spiritualism bit on her, convincing her he's magic and there are ghosts.  

The movie goes to great pains to show us how the shenanigans of a seance work, and do the job of showing us how a complex spook show convinces both sisters (O'Donnell's character predictably wants to be on Mr. X).  But, lo, and behold, the dead husband shows up as NOT dead, and begins blackmailing our scammer into partnering.  

And, honestly, the pragmatic attorney does kind of blow.  Mr. X is played by character actor Turhan Bey, who was a wildly prolific talent, but who didn't really star in much other than this movie and The Mummy's Tomb.  The film's third-reel decision to have him grow a conscience seems... iffy.  He's dedicated his whole life to scamming.  And I think there's probably a good movie in that idea, but this isn't it.

Anyway, I actually enjoyed watching the film in part due to Alton, the two female leads, and because it's completely bonkers.  Is it a good movie?  Not particularly.  But it's a great late-late-show kind of movie that deserves a better print than what we saw.

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