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suraemoon · 1 month

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MOTA: Post-war

~ Easter Sunday Headcanons ~

🐣: Easter Sunday lends itself so easily to daydreaming about post-war suburban life. Here are some ideas I thought up yesterday of how some of the boys and their families celebrate Easter. I hope you like some fluff. (Bunnies, eggs, and happiness galore)

💛: @precious-little-scoundrel gave me the idea to post these after I was yelling them to her yesterday. I hope you all aren’t Eastered out just yet.

Being some of the earliest birds to the nationwide baby boom due to a four-week New York getaway, the Crosby’s quickly become professionals at the Easter Sunday routine

After an hour of hiding yawns and dozing off while standing in their pews at Easter Sunday Service, all the neighborhood kids show up at the Crosby house for their famous annual Easter Egg Hunt.

As soon as their car rolls into the driveway, Jean and Harry watch in wonder as their crew of excited kiddos doubles, triples, and soon quadruples in a matter of minutes

Hiding spots are determined days in advance and as the years go on, the amount of eggs that Jean has to buy grows exponentially to account for the adopted little bunnies that come strolling by with baskets the size of their whole torsos

Mrs. Jean Crosby puts out chairs and a group of adoring parents get to gradually watch their children grow up before their loving eyes every April

The same toddlers who first waddled around on the newly mowed grass trying to find their footing all those years ago soon become elementary school kids with minds enthralled by the competition

Soon these toothy grinned kids become teenagers who keep the magic alive for the newest toddlers while also taking the time to show the next-gen elementary kids who are the professional easter egg hunters

The Crosby’s haven’t always had the holiday nailed though

One year after much convincing from his wife throughout the whole month of March, Harry agreed to dress up as the easter bunny

When he suddenly stuck his costumed head out from the top of their white picket fence, a church choir of crying and screaming ensued

Instead of being faced with the excited wonder-filled faces that he expected, Harry was met with wide eyes full of terror and dropped jaws full of shock

Children flailed to the protection of their mamas instead of going to hug the famous mascot of the season

He spent an hour going around to every child with his furry head off and shamefully cradled in his hands

apologizing and ensuring that yes, it was just Mr. Crosby, not a giant rabbit who hopped out of nowhere and scared the communion wafers out of them

In his adult life, John Bucky Egan never really cared for Easter festivities up until his eldest daughter was born

When sunny April came around the year that Little Miss Egan turned two, Bucky was excited to take her to the Easter egg hunt ran by the local Church

While the older kids go haywire in their now dirtied church suits and fancy dresses trying to pick up as many eggs as people they counted in church pews just a half hour before, Baby Egan waddles around gently.

Every egg she picks up is taken slowly and carefully from the soft grass beneath her Mary Jane’s, looked at with soft eyes as if being examined and if found fit, is put into her pink basket

Bucky, being impatient and full of excitement for this newly unlocked family activity, sneaks a few extra eggs into her basket to make it look like she has more

His little princess shouldn’t have to hunt for all her own eggs and risk getting her white lace dress dirty anyways

Egan is the only adult collecting eggs with a bunch of random kids. His excuse is that he and his little one share a basket of course. She needs her daddy to teach her how egg hunts are done in order to be better prepped for next year.

The Egan’s aren’t the only ones with a knack for egg hunts.

The Rosenthal children do not celebrate Easter but it does not stop them from showing up to the park’s “Eggstravaganza Hunt” every year

Being the determined little Rosies that they are, they dominate the competition. These kids will have their baskets full to the brim with eggs in a matter of minutes.

You notice a child with a head full of bouncy brown curls, pink cheeks, and grass stained knees run by you? You better hope that your little Bobby can keep up.

Rosie watches on like a focused parent at their child’s soccer game

His children with their chocolate and sugar covered faces furrow their eyebrows and tilt their heads when a random woman with a crying child tells them “Do y’all really need all that candy? Jesus would want you to share, don’t you think?”

The Mini Rosenthals come back home with sugar rushes that can power the whole neighborhood for a week straight

An upside for Rosie and his wife who have to deal with these energized little roadrunners is that the kids crash an hour earlier than usual

leaving room for extra alone time on a cool Sunday night

One easter, Benny Demarco randomly walks through the foyer of his home with a white floppy eared bunny wearing a perfect little bow tie

Is that the one you wore to our date last weekend? His wife can’t help but shake her head at her husband’s audacity as the children gather around their newest sibling with eyes full of happiness

The kids are excited but Mrs. Demarco has to try to put on a smile because “Who the hell is going to take care of that thing?”

Soon enough, a hutch is built in the backyard and more bunnies are added to the family

Mrs. Demarco falls in love and calls them her “bunny babes”

She’s met with a “I knew it was a good idea” from her husband every time she is seen cradling and baby-talking to one of their beloved pets

I mean…they are both major pet lovers. It’s one of the reasons they work so well together. But is one more responsible of the two? Definitely.

The excited squeals of children and adorable nose twitches of cute little bunnies makes it all worth it

The Demarcos aren’t the only 100th household with their own personal Easter Bunny

When John Egan jokingly told his four year old that leaving a baby carrot under her pillow would lead to a special gift from Mr. Easter Bunny himself, he did not expect her to take it seriously.

At midnight, Bucky wakes up with eyes hardly open and gets out of bed with a mission

This annual mission is to tiptoe into his daughter’s bedroom and carefully exchange the aluminum foil wrapped baby carrot tucked carefully under her soft pillow for a few cents from his wallet

As more children are born, the tradition continues

Even future generations of Egans continue to buy bags of baby carrots as Easter Sunday approaches

Not only to snack on them all of Spring Break but also to place one in a sandwich bag or wrap one in saran wrap to hide underneath each child’s pillow

Not necessarily knowing why they’re the only house that participates in this unusual tradition

Not knowing that it started from the unbreaking belief of a wide-eyed four year old and her father who stopped laughing when he realized that he was stuck playing off-brand Tooth Fairy for the rest of his life

Gale Cleven’s household has a more relaxed Easter Sunday compared to the rest

After Church, some Easter themed activities, and a well-needed nap upon arriving home, the Cleven’s go to their garden to plant new flowers

Fresh tulips, chrysanthemums, and pansies are all beautiful, refreshing signs that spring is here

Why do the Cleven’s have such green thumbs you ask? Maybe their blonde hair resembles the comforting sun, the plants can’t help but feel warmth. Maybe their caring blue eyes are as nurturing as water, the plants can’t help but thrive.

They started growing flowers and vegetables in their garden when the first after they bought their house

It was the Clevens’ first step towards making it a home

The flowers represented new beginnings, fresh starts, and growth. Essentials after everything they have been through.

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Hope you enjoyed! Wishing everyone a happy, happy Spring🌸 My first time writing something and posting it in 4 months…ahhhh. There’s more where this came from, my mind just does not stop.

#masters of the air #mota #masters of the air fanfiction #gale cleven #john egan #masters of the air fanfic #headcanons #buck cleven #bucky egan #harry crosby #rosie rosenthal #robert rosenthal #benny demarco #easter

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footprintsinthesxnd · 2 months

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Maggie Reid

Mechanic / Woman’s Auxiliary Air Force (RAF)

Rank: Sergeant

DOB: 16th July 1921, Poole, Dorset, England

Previously Stationed: RAF Duxford, Cambridge

Paired with Harry Crosby / Ken Lemmons

Maggie was born and bred in Dorset, England. She is as Women’s Auxiliary Air Force mechanic for the Lancaster Bombers who share Thorpe Abbott airbase with the 100th Bomb Group. Maggie’s best friend (and Julian’s OC) , RAF pilot Archie Sullivan decides to play match maker between his friend and a certain navigator and ground crew member. The only problem is he keeps switching teams between Harry Crosby and Ken Lemmons and makes Maggie’s decision twice as difficult.

I will hopefully be posting some more about one of my favourite OCs soon but I just had to introduce her to you guys because this collab means the world to me. I can’t help myself keep making ocs so I guess it’s time to introduce Margret ‘Maggie’ Reid. She is my semi new mota oc who I have been loving caring for in my docs for a little while now for my collab with my bestie @georgieluz.

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MOTA Tags: @georgieluz @docroesmorphine @major-mads @violetdaze25 @bcofl0ve @precious-little-scoundrel @blurredcolour @artlover8992 @b00ks1ut @xxluckystrike @hockeyboysarehot

#Maggie Reid #masters of the air #harry crosby #ken lemmons #masters of the air oc

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winniemaywebber · 9 days

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It's Been A Long, Long Time • Part 2

💕 Jean 💕

warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), mention of sexual intercourse.

taglist: @sagesolsticewrites @ginabaker1666 @agir1ukn0w @precious-little-scoundrel

Putting the finishing touches to your famous cherry pie, you remove your apron and walk into the living room, trying your best to swipe flour off your dress as you enter.

“Pie is done, Binger,” you say quietly so as not to wake the baby in his arms. Yours and Harry's son had taken to mixing up his days and nights. Not a wink of sleep from midnight - what Bing liked to call his witching hour - until at least 5am. It had started to take its toll on the pair of you, the both of you sleeping in shifts for the most of a fortnight. You missed your husband dearly, despite being back in the same house. There was just something about savoring his arms around you, his nose snuffling into your neck as he slept, the comfort you'd been craving for years. You knew it was hard for him too: waking alone from a horrific nightmare, your soft hands not there to soothe him back to sleep and reassure him he's home and safe.

Placing the baby in his bassinet, Harry gets up from the couch and stretches, yawning heavily before walking into the kitchen.

“It looks wonderful, my love. He'll love it.”

“Are you sure?” you question, eyebrow raised a little. “You're sure he said that was his favorite?”

“Yes, Mrs Crosby,” he laughs, kissing your forehead. “I like to think I'd remember these little things about my friends. Don't worry yourself so.” He pulls you into his arms and strokes your back, his nose falling into the crook of your neck. You feel yourself purr into him at the sensation of him tickling and kissing your neck, gasping a little.

“He's asleep,” your husband murmurs. “Come to bed with me, darling.”

“But Rosie will be here any moment and…ahhh–” You can barely piece the rest of your thought together because of Harry putting his mouth on yours, his tongue entering soon after.

“Fine, we won't go to bed,” he murmurs, pushing you against the counter. “Here is more than fine.” With that, his strong, pretty hands are lifting up the skirt of your dress and gripping your legs, lifting you slightly to get you to sit on the counter.

“Harry…” you groan as you watch him kneel down in front of you, pulling your underwear to the side.

“What, my little wife? Do you want me to stop?” he questions, those brown, puppy dog eyes looking up at you as he begins to plant soft kisses on your the inside of your thighs, getting closer to your core with each one.

“N-no,” you finally stutter out. “It-its just…oh, my gosh.” You're cut off by your husband's tongue taking you apart in seconds. He pulls away, gently pushing a finger inside you.

"It's just what, darling? Tell me. Tell your Bing just what it is.”

You can't seem to formulate words due to the pleasure fogging your brain, so you just shake your head, breath ragged.

“That's what I thought,” he murmurs, returning his face to in between your legs, throwing your leg over his shoulder. “Now, let me make my wife feel good.”

You're a mess, moments later, Bing mumbling filthy praise as you writhe in front of him. “Wow…you needed that, huh?” He stands up, wiping his mouth and kissing you, you moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

“Mhm,” you reply, your mouth still on his. “I always need you.”

“Good,” he grins. He plants a sweet kiss on your nose, winking at you. “We'd better go clean up.”

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It's just as Harry's spitting toothpaste into the sink that you hear the doorbell ring. You both look at each other, wincing and waiting for the inevitable screech that strangely, doesn't come. You take a final look at yourself in the bathroom mirror before running to the door, Harry following close behind you, his hands squeezing your butt as you turn away.

“Hey!” you squeal, playfully swatting at him. He chuckles, pulling you towards him again for a quick kiss.

The doorbell rings again, and Harry goes to open the door. “Here he is!” he shouts, pulling his friend into a hug. “Robbie Rosenthal!”

“Croz, how are ya?” he responds, slapping him on the back. He makes eye contact with you stood behind the pair of them, giving them time to greet one another after so long.

“Jeez, Croz,” He pulls away, smiling at you. “Wonderful to see ya. And this must be the Mrs Jean Crosby.”

“Hi, Rosie. A pleasure, finally!” You go to shake his hand, but he pulls you into a huge bear hug.

“So, so, good to finally meet you.”

He follows you and Harry into the house, placing his bag by the door.

“How was your journey, bud?” Harry asks, placing a cold beer in front of him.

“Ah, not so bad,” he responds, taking a sip. “Jo says she's sorry she couldn't be here.” With that, he glances over at you, and you share a sad glance.

“Oh, my sweet Jo,” you respond wistfully. Jo had been part of the team of ladies keeping you upright in many ways during the time Harry was away. She was always there with a listening ear, a kind heart and a shoulder to cry on when things got especially tough. Because of that, she is now one of your most treasured friends, and holds such a special place in your heart. “I miss her terribly. How is she? Of course, we write weekly but it's not the same as being around her.”

“I know, Jean. She's doing great, beautiful as ever. We've been fixing up a little house to move into after we're married. You guys are gonna come, right?”

“You think we'd miss that, Rose? Come on, man, you know me better than that!” The men laugh, clinking beer bottles as you're pulling vanilla ice cream from the freezer to serve with the pie when a soft cry pours through from the living room into the kitchen. You nod apologetically towards the men and go retrieve the baby.

“Hi, sunshine,” you murmur, picking him up. “That was a good nap, huh? Good boy, I'm sure you feel much better now. Guess who's here?” You lay him down on the changing mat to change his diaper, cooing all the while. “That's right, my boy! Uncle Rosie. Uncle Rosie's here to see you!”

You feel the presence of someone in the doorway, and look up to see Harry, his arms crossed, smiling at you and the baby.

“What, darling?” You say, buttoning the baby's romper.

“That never gets old, sweetheart. You and him, me being here to see it. I love it.” He walks over and takes the baby from you, kissing his chubby cheeks before kissing yours. “I love you, Mrs Crosby.”

“I love you more, Bing.”

Rosie gasps as Croz brings the baby into the kitchen, his eyes lighting up and softening at the same time. He stands up, the chair squeaking on the kitchen floor as he reaches his hands out, holding the baby to his body.

“Hi, buddy!” He chirps, smiling down at him. “How's it goin’? Huh? You running mom and dad ragged? Yeah? That's what I thought, little guy. Good job!” He carries on like this, rambling in a voice that's several octaves higher than you just heard, the baby gurgling in response.

“Oh, you guys,” he says, back to his normal husky tone, his eyes shining. “He's beautiful.”

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The rest of the day passes quickly, both men rushing around you and switching the baby between them, so you can sit down and rest. Thankful for the extra pair of hands, you take the opportunity to take a long, hot bath and relax, your Bing coming in for just a moment to sit on the edge of the tub, telling you a story from their time in England that he'd just remembered thanks to Rosie and that he just had to tell you immediately, all while rubbing lavender soap into your legs.

While you're getting ready for bed, you reread Jo's latest letter, which you plan to reply to in the morning.

Darling Jean,

How are you? Good, I hope. I'm so sorry to read that the little guy isn't sleeping well. I imagine that can be so exhausting.

I'm glad Robbie will be there in a few days. That extra pair of hands around so you can relax will be welcome, I'm sure. I'm just so sorry I cannot be there too, to be with you while the boys share their anecdotes. While our men may have lost so much in the years they were away from us, I'm glad it gave us something: each other. You are one of my dearest friends and I am forever glad and grateful that your Harry and my Robert became friends, thus putting us together. I wouldn't know how to live without you now.

Back to not being able to join Robbie on this trip: tell him to hurry up and marry me so I'm able to come see you and the baby. Start dropping hints now, lady! I'm dying to see you and my beloved nephew.

Goodbye for now, my dear. All my love, always.

Your friend,

You smile, placing the letter back on your nightstand, sniffling a little. She is right; the men losing so much, yet you both gaining this friendship is bittersweet. Her being there for you when Harry came home on leave, your nerves wrecked after not seeing your husband for years. She was one of the first people you told when you found out you were pregnant, both of you weeping with joy and hugging. Wiping your present tears away, you run downstairs to take the baby so that Bing can take the first sleep shift.

“Harry, darling,” you coo. “You'd better sleep if you want to take Rosie golfing tomorrow morning!”

“Oh, thanks, honey,” he says, clumsily standing from the couch so as not to disturb the dozing baby in his arms. “Here ya go, buddy,” he says, placing the baby in your waiting arms. “Go to mama. Goodnight, my son.” He kisses him on the head, then it's your turn, placing a deep kiss on your mouth.

“Hold on, you guys,” Rosie starts, placing his whiskey glass on the table in front of him. “You aren't going to bed together?”

“We can't right now, Rosie,” you say, sadly. “Little guy here wakes at all hours, so we take it in turns right now.”

“I'm not having that!” he says, shocked. “Go to bed together, I'm here for a reason. Uncle Rosie and his new best buddy can have a few hours to get to know one another a bit better. You've got jazz, a record player and I've got arms that aren't exhausted to be able to hold him all hours.”

“Are you sure, bud?” Harry says, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“Yes, Croz. Go curl up with your wife. I'll be here.”

“Thanks, doll,” you say, a grateful smile on your face. “Come wake us if there's any trouble, okay?” You place the dozing baby in his bassinet next to the armchair Rosie is sitting in, and gently pat his shoulder in thanks.

“I wouldn't dream of it. Goodnight, you two!”

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You and Harry ascend the stairs together, breathing a sigh of grateful relief. Pulling his shirt off, your Bing walks towards you, his hands finding their way up your night dress. “How's about we pick up where we left off earlier?” he winks, his hands getting further up your bare skin.

“Hmm, yes please.”

“Good,” he murmurs, kissing you deeply. “Just be quiet, Mrs Crosby. We don't want the cops called on us.”

#masters of the air #mota #masters of the air fic #mota fic #croz x jean #croz x rosie #it's been a long long time #mota smut #winnie writes

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precious-little-scoundrel · 3 months

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Ok, I give in. Hi, it’s me, the gal who’s gonna do it (apparently).

“It” being some Harry Crosby headcanons.

I need them, we need them, I’ve quite possibly missed some already in the tags and if so: PLEASE send them my way I wish to partake.

I’ve already got a 1k word doc started of them, it’s pretty much bullet pointed bits of a conversation with my precious friends about him. But as I’m working on these, I’m asking you to send in your theories and headcanons and hunches —all of it. Anon or not. I wanna hear them. So far the category is everything from the fluffiest, tooth rotting pre-war & post-war sweetness to the horribly nsfw, so, add according to your taste.

I’ll put them up before long, I just would dearly love some additions or general conversation about it in 💋

#come talk to me about our resident cow eyed and vermillion lipped anxious husband with the sad eyebrows #harry crosby #mota #masters of the air #anthony boyle #hbo war #hey marina

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easy-peezy-squeeze-a-lemon · 1 month

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harry crosby. croz. crozie. croz-croz. my lil' crozbear. bb. ily. oh you precious lil' thing. <3

#harry crosby #anthony boyle #im falling in love with this man slowly but surely #masters of the air

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project1939 · 7 months

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Day 43- Film: Son of Paleface

Release date: July 14th, 1952.

Studio: Paramount

Genre: Comedy

Director: Frank Tashlin

Producer: Robert L. Welch

Actors: Bob Hope, Jane Russell, Roy Rogers

Plot Summary: The Harvard educated son of Paleface heads West to claim his father’s fortune so his gold-digging girlfriend will marry him. When he arrives in town, he discovers his father’s money is nowhere to be found, and everyone in the area is owed money by him. Junior befriends two lawmen, gets caught up with a gang of bandits, and is chased by Native Americans who want to kill him.

My Rating (out of five stars): **

I’ve never not wanted to write about a film as much as this one. Virtually nothing in it worked for me, and precious little made it worthwhile viewing. I found Hope’s schtick unfunny, his objectification of woman annoying, and the treatment of Native Americans appalling. I usually give media from this long ago some leeway when it comes to our modern sensibilities. I try not to be a stick-in-the-mud, and I always try to put my complaints into context. But boy, this time I struggled.

The Good:

Harry von Zell made me smile. He had a small role, but he was really good! He’s the Carnation Evaporated Milk pitchman for The Burns and Allen Show, and I always find him so likeable. Next to Betty Furness, he’s probably my favorite pitchman. He is extremely natural on camera.

Jane Russell. She’s insanely gorgeous and her curves are to die for. She looked great in her black bandit outfit especially. Unfortunately there’s wasn’t much she was able to do in the movie besides look good. Her character was just supposed to be eye candy essentially.

There were fun cameos by Bing Crosby and Cecil B. DeMille. They were each less than 30 seconds long, but they were cute.

The Bad:

Bob Hope. I just don’t find a lot of his humor that funny. Most of his gags in the film didn’t even make me chuckle. I hate how he treats women- as things for men to drool over and little else. I know he was a notorious philanderer, constantly cheating on his wife, and you just get that vibe from him. His USO shows can be really hard to listen to, because between him and the soldiers, the cat-calls and whistles never stop.

The story and plot were really thin. I think if I had seen and enjoyed The Paleface, I might have gotten more out of it, though.

Women were really objectified in this. When the opening credits says “8 Beautiful Girlies (Count ‘Em)” you kind of know what you’re in for. There wasn’t even any real hint of romance, it was all about sex, basically. There’s a long scene that’s just supposed to be funny where Hope is trying to look through a keyhole as Russell is taking a bath on the other side of the door. He continually makes suggestive comments. This kind of thing got really grating.

When a relatively central character was suddenly murdered, the movie barely blinked. I liked the character, so it was upsetting that they killed him off, but even more upsetting that it seemed to be only a plot device.

How Native Americans were portrayed. I’m used to the way Hollywood portrays “Indians,” but this was nearly impossible to watch. They were so dehumanized, they could have been animals. By the 1950s, some films were at least trying to be more even-handed with Native Americans, but this one made not even the slightest attempt. Throughout the whole film a group of Indians who hated Junior’s father chase him down, trying to kill him. For some reason they only have bows and arrows and dress in war paint on horses, even though the film takes place in at least the 1910s or 20s. Some of the ‘Indians” were clearly white people in brownface, and they all talked in that horrible stereotypical broken English. They were shown as crazed, whooping, homicidal primitives. (Except for the girls, who were sexualized, of course!) At the climax of the film, we literally watch more than a dozen of them die, and we’re meant to cheer as Hope and the gang mow them all down.

A “gag” at the end happens when an “Indian” is shooting an arrow at Hope, but it ricochets back and kills him instead. That’s funny how?

When I thought I had my fill of all of the above, Bob Hope literally made a “reservation” joke to a Native American guy. Twice. Like, the word “reservation” was the punchline. I almost literally lost my mind.

#project1952 #1952 #project1952 day 43 #100 films of 1952

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hansungiee · 2 years

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Me and my best friend drag my mom into every obsession we have (5sos she liked Luke, 1D she liked Harry, hockey she has too many favs but mostly Crosby)

So obviously we got her into BTS with us and if y’all know her bias is Jimin she think he is precious

#adventures with marrissas mom

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streamworthytv · 4 years

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Here are your infographic AND complete versions of February list of Hulu’s Notable Arrivals!! (Notice that I didn’t include Utopia Falls...I legit couldn’t make it more than 5 minutes. It’s so bad that it kind of seems like a joke😅)

Available February 1:

300 (2007)

28 Days Later (2003)

Adam (2019)

All About E (2005)

Bridget Jones’s Diary (2001)

Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason (2004)

Bridget Jones’s Baby (2016)

Buffalo 66 (1998)

Captain Kronos: Vampire Hunter (1974)

Cheech & Chong’s Still Smokin’ (1983)

Cherry Pop (2017)

Earth Girls are Easy (1988)

For Colored Girls (2010)

The Fugitive (1993)

Getting Go: The Doc Project (2013)

Ghost (1990)

The Girl King (2015)

Hitch (2005)

Henry Gamble’s Birthday Party (2015)

Hot Guys with Guns (2013)

John Q (2002)

Judgement Day (1999)

The Last Stand (2013)

The Last Warrior (2000)

Liz in September (2014)

Lord of War (2005)

The Man Who Could Cheat Death (1959)

Margarita with a Straw (2014)

Ms. Purple (2019)

Menace II Society (1993)

Mimic (1997)

National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation (1989)

National Lampoon’s Dirty Movie (2011)

National Lampoon’s Dorm Daze 2: College @ Sea (2006)

National Lampoon’s European Vacation (1985)

National Lampoon’s Vacation (1983)

Naz and Maalik (2015)

The Phantom of the Opera (2004)

Precious (2009)

Robin Hood (1991)

Say Anything (1989)

Southie (1999)

The Spy Next Door (2010)

Those People (2015)

Touched with Fire (2016)

Vegas Vacation (1997)

When Harry Met Sally (1989)

Where We Go From Here (2019)

Available February 2

A Madea Family Funeral (2019)

Available February 3

The Masked Singer: Season 3 Premiere (Fox)

The Cabin in the Woods (2012)

Available February 5

Warrior (2011)

Available February 6

Lego Masters: Series Premiere (Fox)

Angel of Mine (2019)

David Crosby: Remember My Name (2019)

Disaster Movie (2008)

Wrinkles the Clown (2019)

Available February 7

Into The Dark: My Valentine: Episode Premiere (Hulu Original)

Brooklyn Nine-Nine: Season 7 Mid-Season Premiere (NBC)

Indebted: Season 1 Mid-Season Premiere (NBC)

Available February 9

Alive (2019)

Available February 10

The Oscars: Special (ABC)

Available February 12

The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills: Complete Season 9 (Bravo)

For Life: Series Premiere (ABC)

Where’d You Go, Bernadette (2019)

Available February 13

Mister America (2019)

Available February 14

High Fidelity: Complete Season 1 (Hulu Original)

The Other Guy: Complete Season 2 (eOne)

Utopia Falls: Complete Season 1 (Hulu Original)

Beverly Hills Ninja (1997)

From Hell (2001)

Racetime (2019)

Radioflash (2019)

Villains (2019)

Available February 15

28 Hotel Rooms (2012)

American Ultra (2015)

Anchor and Hope (2017)

Monogamy (2010)

Princess Cyd (2017)

Available February 17

American Idol: Season 3 Premiere (ABC)

Duncanville: Series Premiere (Fox)

Good Girls: Season 3 Mid-Season Premiere (NBC)

Available February 18

Super 8 (2011)

Available February 19

Getaway (2013)

Available February 22

The Prince (2014)

Available February 25

The Voice: Season 18 Mid-Season Premiere (NBC)

Run the Race (2019)

Available February 28

After the Wedding (2019)

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aligharib · 4 years

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Kanye West. The minor notice of the man's name invokes an abundance of pictures and affiliations. There is the mic-grabbing episode that excited countless rural tweens against him. At that point there are the hissy fits at the notice of the Taylor Swift calamity, the precious stone teeth, and the Twitter upheavals. In any case, to just consider the id-driven, immature pieces of Yeezy is to miss quite a bit of his actual virtuoso. For somebody so apparently self-retained, he has composed with astonishing clearness about the loss of his mom, excruciating breakups, and his own weaknesses.

In the same way as other rappers, Kanye incorporates a gesture to his Lamborghini Murcielago in "Dim Fantasy", the main track on his new collection. In any case, in contrast to most rappers, Kanye's comprehends that his prominent utilization is mentally greater than just needing a decent car. As he raps in "All Falls Down", "...it appears we living the American Dream, yet the individuals most noteworthy up got the least confidence." As much as some might want to, it is a gross rearrangements to compose Kanye off as another libertine crybaby.

Mr. West's eagerly awaited collection, My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy dropped yesterday to unimaginably positive audits. The famously bombastic commentators at Pitchfork gave the collection a 10.0; the writeup loaded up with the kind of short of breath, clearing acclaim you'd all the more normally get notification from a multi year old's audit of the most recent Harry Potter establishment. Adding my own voice to that tune, I truly accept this collection to be Kanye's (embed your concept of most noteworthy collection ever here).

Things being what they are, how could it be that Kanye at the same time pulls in and repulses us so instinctively? I accept that Kanye is just a (superior dressed) hyperbolic image for the self importance and weakness we as a whole encounter in some capacity. What's more, in light of the fact that that is the situation, there are a few things we can gain from him, that we can apply to better our work lives.

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Profitable Insecurity - I am a firm adherent that uncertainty is the engine that drives Kanye's persistent journey for flawlessness and rehash. For the entirety of his showy talk, he never appears to be content with what he has created, and keeps on rethinking in what seems, by all accounts, to be a push to calm his own self-question. We as a whole have uncertainties, the inquiry is, what are we doing with them? Freud called this sublimation - or the way toward having despondencies serve a "higher social or socially valuable reason, as in the production of craftsmanship or innovations." Say what you will about Kanye's methods, yet the finishes are undeniably high caliber.

Helplessness - I know, I know, Kanye can likewise be unequivocally immune, yet it his snapshots of severely genuine self-reflection that keep us returning. In a type where bombast and swagger are above all else, it is telling that the individual standing out is happy with letting individuals inside his head every now and then. It is anything but difficult to attract equals to the business world, which can likewise over depend on the façade of conviction. In any case, remember that ongoing exploration recommends that enthusiastic knowledge (some portion of which is mindfulness) is profoundly prescient of advancement. In the event that you can share without oversharing, you're going the correct way.

Individual Branding - Love him or loathe him, it is difficult to deny that Kanye has worked admirably of making a drawing in persona and a solid individual brand. Kanye's image is style imagination, pretentious discourse, and a promise to flawlessness. Indeed, even those that disdain him remember him, and that issues in a business world invade with prêt a doorman suits and MBA-talk. On the off chance that you can't condense your own image as comprehensively and compactly as I did Kanye's, you have some work to do.

I'm not recommending that Kanye is a good example in the customary sense, and I'm positively not upholding for hissy fits or the abuse of lovable nation artists. Allows simply recall that we're every one of the a befuddling amalgam of vainglory and self-question, and that can lead us to make some excellent music.

Dr. Daniel Crosby is an authorized therapist and President of Crosby Performance Consulting (CPC). CPC is a boutique authoritative and initiative improvement counseling firm giving world-class ability arrangements including pre-work evaluation, group building, preparing, 360 input, and official training. Moreover, Dr. Crosby and his group of specialists give counsel around anticipating and forming human conduct in an assortment of settings including deals, authoritative change the board, and purchaser conduct.

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thatsrightice · 3 months

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Navigators. ❤️

#my precious ‘gators #Croz and Bubbles #look at these two cuties 🥹🥹#I’m still not okay btw #masters of the air #mota #mota musings #Joseph Bubbles Payne #Bubbles Payne #Joseph Payne #Harry Crosby #louis greatorex #Anthony Boyle #crubbles

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stargategaragetexas · 3 years

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Garage Doors - Different Types For You To Choose From

In case you are planning to install a brand new garage door for your carport, then it would always be better to look around properly for the right type that would suit your garage. You may check on the internet or even visit various shops who deal in such heavy structures to get an idea. Once you do this, you would come to know the various types of garage doors that are available in the market. In most of the houses, especially in some of the major cities in the US, like Council Bluffs and Carroll, you would notice people using various types of garage doors for their carport.

Carport gates can be divided in two primary categories, the section roll-ups and the tilt-ups. However, in order to help you decide the best gate for your carport, here are some of the most commonly used ones:

1. Retractable gates: These are a type of tilt-ups and are mainly ideal for large sized garages. Retractable ones tend to swing upwards and slide into the carport ceiling. However, you have to be cautious not to park your car too near these gates, since there may be chances of it hitting your precious vehicle on its way up or down. One of the best things about retractable gates is that these can be automated.

2. Canopy garage doors: This is another common type of tilt-ups, however, when these open it tends to leave a gap of approximately 1/3 of the entire gate exposed outside the carport. Canopy ones are best suited for the safety of luxury cars, since these provide the maximum security for your car. This is one of the most common types of carport gates in some of the major cities in the US, like Council Bluffs and Storm Lake.

3. Sectional garage doors: These are a common type of roll-ups and are divided in sections. When these heavy structures are opened, the sections roll vertically upwards and are stored with the help of a rolling system. These types of gates are ideal for small sized garages.

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#garage door service #garage repair #garage services #garagedoor #garage

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kingjanverbalagahit · 4 years

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BLOG POST NO.3

1. Crow over

2. Hit the nail on the head

3. In a nutshell

4. Big Cheese

5. Red Herring

6. On a silver plate

7. Spill the beans

8. Stiff upper lip

9. Bald as coot

10. Silver spoon in one’s mouth

11. Ear worm

12. Heart on your sleeve

13. An ace up your sleeve

14. Joker in the pack

15. Time flies

16. Keep your cards close your chest

17. All eggs in one basket

18. Cat by the tail

19. Cat’s got your tongue

20. Cold feet

21. Walking on eggshells

22. Pull your socks up

23. Kicking the bucket

24. Cherry on top

25. Piece of cake

26. Shadow of your former self

27. Best foot forward

LITREADITURE!

1.ALLUSION:

So Eden sank to grief , So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

(Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost)

2.ANAPHORA

Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate, O anything of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity.

(Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare)

3.EUPHEMISM

"I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer."

( Lover Eternal by J.R. Ward)

4.EPIGRAM

Both robb'd of air, we both lie in one ground.

(Hero and Leander by John Donne)

5.LITOTES

I am no prophet and here's no great matter.

(The Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot)

6.METONYMY

He said he reckoned a body could reform the ole man with a shotgun.

(Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain)

7.OXYMORON

We're busy doing nothing."

(Bing Crosby)

8.MERISM:

Sun, sea and sand.

9.ANTITHESIS

Patience is bitter, but it has a sweet fruit.

(Aristotle)

10.IRONY

Yeah, Quirrell was a great teacher. There was just that minor drawback of him having Lord Voldemort sticking out of the back of his head!

(Harry Potter by J. K Rowling)

Journal Entry No.2

“Nothing Gold Can Stay”

Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

A Frost poem, as with many, lie a hidden messages and ideas. It is a famous short narrative poem about nature and its transience. It is a short poem of eight lines written by Robert Frost in 1943 when he was 48 years old that contains subtle yet profound messages within metaphor, paradox and many more. Knowing this poem, allow me to associate this to a time-and the pace of life. When the sun appears at dawn life is so cool, calm, quiet and even peaceful. But, as the dawn breaks and morning sun outset it is when life becomes complicated. Nothing gold can stay, for soon, a sun will set at the horizon ending life’s greatness, bidding the world goodbye.

It is also compressed piece of work in which each word and sound plays its part in full nothing gold can stay. The poem explores the idea that nothing good or precious can last forever. By using nature sunrise and sunset as metaphors for cycles of life and death and the loss of innocence.

A calm dawn perceived as gold, but soon turn to familiar green as the morning sun outbreak and before too long they're fading as victims of time and grave is my playground as a metaphor that is when the sun set comes and pave us to say our last goodbyes. SO DAWN GOES DOWN TO DAY, A life cycle, a metaphor nevertheless, gold being that most precious thing, of most valuable, called LIFE.

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precious-little-scoundrel · 3 months

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DID YOU SAY HARRY CROSBY NSFW HEADCANONS !?? I AM COMPLETELY NORMAL ABOUT THIS I SWEAR (anyway please yes and thank you 🙏🏻🙏🏻) (I think he has sub tendencies but that is just my fun little coping mechanism) (also imagine running your fingers through that beautiful dark hair and him just closing his eyes and sighing because he needs that kind of comfort uugh!)

I DID INDEED AND FOR MYSELF NOTHING IS NORMAL ABOUT ME WHEN THAT MAN IS THE SUBJECT

Oh my darling, it’s not just a coping mechanism or a tendency; it’s obvious this man lives to please and thrives off affirmation, he can summon up a great man ways and methods to do so, it’s not always docile in any way but the goal is always to please, to provide instead of to conquer.

Ugh yes I can imagine rubbing that sweet head and I’m going so soft with it, the way he responds so sweetly to all your calming little attentions, the way he’ll look at you like you’re his peace made incarnate. He needs it so badly. You are simultaneously the place where he can forget all the racket of needing to be more and also where he feels most compelled to actually try his damndest. It’s precious, he’s precious.

#Croz asks #yeah so this is happening

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ulyssessklein · 5 years

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National Treasure Jimmy Webb at The City Winery, D.C. Releasing SlipCover Album!

By: Rick Landers

Jimmy Webb – Image courtesy J.Webb

Few have cast a musical spell as far, as wide and as deep as the legendary singer-songwriter Jimmy Webb. Since he was a teen, he has gifted the world with songs that resonate with a warmth rooted in the finest fusion of traditional American folk and pop, always lyrically eloquent and a style that is masterful in its melodic expression.

Sitting upfront at his recent show at The City Winery, in Washington, DC, Webb’s piano chops showed he’s not simply grounded in the complexities of his piano.

There are moments when he becomes one with the harmonics, as he moves reverentially closer to the soft percussive sounds, as if something delicate, fragile will be lost if his touch, his phrasing cascades in a manner that loses its grace. These are precious intimate moments of perfection that, when shared, are deeply profound.

It’s clear that Jimmy Webb is a national treasure, our treasure, for the evening.

After an exquisite piano performance from Robin Spielberg, Jimmy nonchalantly walks on stage to greet his new friends, who’ve come from the D.C. area and beyond, as he eases himself on the bench of his grand piano.

Dressed in a business suit and grizzled with a peppered beard of black and gray, he shows up with no celebrity flash. There’s something regular, normal about him that belies the gravity of his name. This is “the” Jimmy Webb, the guy who wrote a string of hit songs that helped define American music – “By the Time I Get to Phoenix”, “Wichita Lineman”, “Galveston”, “MacArthur Park”, “Up, Up and Away” and more.

And our new friend, Jimmy Webb, offers them all to us this evening. We could be in his living room, sitting around a campfire…the room feels downright neighborly and his stories of friends like the great Glen Campbell, Frank Sinatra, David Crosby, Art Garfunkel, Graham Nash, Johnny Rivers, Richard Harris are filled with a genteel humor, clever spins, sandwiched between hit songs and insightful tidbits of his songwriting experiences. Webb make us laugh, swoon and sing along.

He carries us all along through the night, and one that ended far too soon.

“Wichita Lineman” opens the show and the woman next to me, an Irish singer-songwriter in her own right, Siobhan O’Brien, turns to me in tears, whispering to me that she’s never cried during a song in her life. It’s not just because the song is so damned good, it carries us back to our past, and emotions swell as we mouth the lyrics, trying not to sing so loudly that Jimmy hears us bursting out in song. “Lineman” is a song best defined by the late Glen Campbell, who not only gave Jimmy’s songs a perfect voice, but who also became a lifelong friend of the songwriter.

“MacArthur Park” was a tune notorious, meaningful or meaningless, profoundly befuddling, yet so interesting in its execution and melodically captivating that today it’s considered a classic, even a masterpiece. Jimmy revisited it with us, telling us how it was a hard sell, until Richard Harris, the contrarian, grabbed it and gave it life. And, as Jimmy played hard and came to the songs terminus, he was pounding and muscling the keys, reminding us of its majesty.

Then Webb tells another story about the song and Al Yankovic that you’ll need to find out by going to a Jimmy Webb show – no need to be a spoiler here. And, Jimmy mentions Heironymous Bosch, gets a laugh and in a manner that makes clear that he works from an assumption that his audiences are well read and knowledgeable in the arts and can connect the dots.

Along the way, Jimmy planted a few well-known names in his storied banter that include his times with Johnny Rivers at the Monterey Pop Festival, greeting Crosby and Nash as they were leaving a session with “Artie” Garfunkel, and a bit about Campbell’s Wrecking Crew days that will remain “in wraps, until you get yourself to one of Jimmy’s gigs.

And, of course, a Jimmy Webb concert can’t be finished until he reaches into his bag of tricks to hand out a song first recorded by Johnny Rivers (1965), and what Frank Sinatra called the “greatest torch song ever recorded”, “By The Time I Get to Phoenix”. It’s a heaven send of a song, so simple, yet so decidedly perfect, we all are rapturous that we’re hearing the man, the voice that made it real.

Webb and his wife, Laura, had been up travelling many miles to get to D.C., still after the show ended, they stuck around while Jimmy greeted everyone personally, signed his book “The Cake and the Rain” and the two were most gracious to all, until the D.C. Winery closed shop and it was time to hit the road.

Jimmy Webb’s 2019 TOUR continues and while in route his latest release, Slipcover, is hitting the airwaves now, with instrumental covers of some of the finest performers of our time. If the master shows up anywhere near you, you owe it to yourself to grab a ticket and settle in to an evening of musical grace.

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