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hi hi! so i've never requested before so i was wondering if i could request for reese wilkerson ?? i was hoping you could write something where he sees reader getting bullied and he defends her 🥹 i think it'd be so cute ! if not it's ok 👍🏼 love your work thank you 😊💕
To The Rescue (Reese Wilkerson X Reader)
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Summary: Reese may be a bully, but he has to draw the line somewhere. That line is bullying girls, whether it’s him or someone else doing it.
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You didn’t know what you did wrong. Maybe you accidentally gave a dirty look or said something that was taken the wrong way. All you knew was that Steve Richards hated your guts, and made a point of showing you that every day at school.
It was small things at first. Bumping into you in hallways, nudging a book or pencil off your desk. Annoying, but relatively harmless things.
But then he would start taunting and teasing you. Making fun of different little things about you, pulling your hair when he sat behind you in class. He never did it when a teacher would see; instead, he would wait until the two of you were alone or when he had his little posse around him.
Like now.
“Hey, dork face.” It was a stupid insult, pretty unoriginal if you were being honest. But you didn’t say that. You figured trying to fight back would only make the encounter worse. “How’s it goin’?”
“Fine.” You reply in a deadpan tone. Suddenly, the walk across campus that you took every day seemed even longer as Steve followed you.
“Geez, someone’s uptight.” He laughed, crossing his arms and leaning down closer to your level. “You know, maybe if you did something about that face of yours-”
“Excuse me?” You stopped walking, turning to face him.
“You heard me.” Steve looked you up and down with a shrug. “And if you dress less like you’re trying to repel guys, maybe one would give you a little stress relief, and you wouldn’t be such a stuck-up bitch all the time.”
“You’re a pig!” You yelled, trying to push him. In response, Steve pushed you back. Being the strong football player he was, a slight nudge was enough to make you stumble into the wall behind you. “What’s your deal?!”
“I’m only trying to help, L/n.”
“Well, stop!” You tried walking away, but Steve grabbed your arm so you wouldn’t get too far.
“Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to walk away from someone when they’re talking to you?”
“Leave me alone!”
“You heard her, Richards.” A new voice entered the conversation, and Steve stepped back from you. You both looked to the side to see Reese Wilkerson glaring Steve down. “Leave her alone.”
“This is none of your business, Reese.” Steve tried to seem like he had the upper hand in the situation, but you could see him discreetly take a few more steps away from you. You’ve seen Reese fight before; he was known to show no mercy when someone really pissed him off. You just didn’t know why he seemed so mad about Steve bothering you.
“Let me make it my business then.” Reese walked closer to the two of you, gaze focused on the football player. “Scram.”
“Or what?” Steve put on a brave facade. But it quickly diminished when Reese gave him a good right hook in the face. You jumped away with a yelp, unable to do anything but watch the two fight. Despite Steve being bigger, Reese was clearly going to walk away from this with less damage.
It must’ve been another minute or so before Reese finally stopped pummeling Steve. He left the boy lying on the ground, face an array of different colors and a scared look in his eyes. Reese moved as if he was gonna go in on Steve again, and the boy scrambled up and off of the ground before running.
Reese gave you a quick once over, maybe to see if you were okay, before walking away. You sped after him, tapping his shoulder to make him stop.
“Thanks.” You said. A look of confusion flashed across Reese’s face, but it was gone as fast as it came. He must’ve never been thanked for beating the shit out of someone before. “For... You know, for the help.”
“No problem.” He said.
You saw the smallest hint of a smile before he turned back around and kept walking. You knew you should’ve continued your journey to class, but you felt like you couldn’t move. Instead, you watched the boy who had defended you walk until he was out of sight.
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Reese Wilkerson Taglist: @hollymaybank
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1967: Nick Mason, Richard Wright, Syd Barrett and Roger Waters in London. (Rex Features)
Photos of the band members from 1967. (Features of Dezo Hoffman/Rex)
May 30, 2011: Roger Waters performs in Paris in honor of the 30th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall. (Getty Images)
Roger Waters l Pink Floyd
Roger Waters' father was a staunch pacifist and, at the height of the fighting, led an alternative service — driving an ambulance. But one day his father's views changed dramatically, and he went to the front, where he died in 1943, during the offensive of British troops in Italy. That is why the theme of war and parents with children occupies one of the main places in Roger Waters' songs.
Roger was extremely indignant when, after his departure from the band in 1985, the remaining members did not run away at all, but continued to perform as Pink Floyd. Waters tried hard to sue them for the name, but it took him so much time and money that he gave up as a result. A peace agreement was signed, according to which Pink Floyd continues to work under their own name, and Waters can travel the world with a large inflatable pig (no joke, this was an important point of the agreement) and everything that is somehow connected with the album The Wall.
The overly sexy cover of Waters' first solo album, The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking, caused a lot of gossip and protests, especially in the feminist community. The model for the picture was the soft porn actress Linzi Drew. On many reissues of the record, her ass was covered with a black die. The fans liked the disc, but the critics had a bad luck. Rolling Stone magazine, out of habit, showed off by slapping Waters' solo album with a stake and calling him a "bottom."
July 2, 2005: Dave Gilmour, Roger Waters, Nick Mason and Rick Wright on stage in Hyde Park, London. (Rex Features / Brian Rasik)
#pink floyd#roger waters#music story#music store#hustory music#my music#music#music love#musica#youtube video#music video#rock music#rock#rock photography#rare photos#London#England#progressive rock#art rock#psychedelic rock#space rock#experimental rock#musicians
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CREEK WEEK DAY 2:
PERSONALITY SWAP
Headcanons under cut! Fanfic coming very soon!!
Note: information about my Swap AU may change as time goes on
Crank Crenk:
-????who names their kid Crank?? Desperate capitalists.
-At Crank It Up Fitness Supplements, Thomas and Laura Crenk provide only the highest quality supplements for a healthy, active body. Definitely not laced with meth! AND THEY MAKE THEIR SON TEST THE PRODUCTS AND NOW HE CANT NOT TAKE THEM
-jittery, paranoid and loud
-Autism, depression , anxiety (no way!!!) psychosis, epilepsy, PTSD
-“one eye open when I’m sleeping”(aka rarely)
-Bro screams a bit TOO much at times
-wants to be a racer at NASCAR and an astronomer, but worries he’ll mess up because of his shaky hands
-athletic. Ripped even
-bad anger issues, always gets in fights. Regrets them immediately
-he may like fantasy football, but sometimes he can’t tell if something’s fantasy or not
-stripe is his emotional support Guinea pig
Toby Tucker:
-lives with parents Richard and Helen, with sister named Tallulah(?)
-half-danish
-cranky bitch who stares into your soul
-AuDHD, GAD, OCD, depression, Tourette’s. Basically every mental disorder he has in my canon expect for the ones the meth gave him
-besties with his cockatoo, Chichi.
-knits a lot of stuff
-has a gang of his friends (basically same as Craig’s gang except Toby instead of Crank)
-aspiring meteorologist, loves looking at weather statistics
-Pretty chill dude
-loves to cuddle
-Jeremiah from my canon is still relevant
@creekweek2023
#Lyn’s aus#south park#tweek tweak#lyn art#lynart#craig tucker#creek#creek week 2023#creek week#creekweek2023#swap au#crank crenk#Toby tucker
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FICTIONAL CHARACTER ASK: FLOYD PEPPER
Asked by @princesssarisa
@fragglesesamemuppetz2 @thealmightyemprex @softlytowardthesun @moonbeamelf @the-blue-fairie @themousefromfantasyland @silverfoxstole
Favorite Thing About Them: He is a rebel, fun, energetic, with a witty and sarcastic sense of humour, as well as a sensitive performer, very passionate about music who, also, sometimes gets into introverted reflexions about his feelings and the meaning of his existence.
Least Favorite Thing About Them: How the writers of the 2015 ABC series the muppets. made him a paranoid conspiracy theorist and a machista who was so posessively jealous of Janice that he got into a ridiculous fight with Dr. Teeth because he didn't told that he used to date Janice before she even met Floyd.
Three Things I Have In Common With Them:
*I enjoy blues, jazz and rock and roll music.
*I also like performing plays in the theater.
*I can get very hard on the sarcasm.
Three Things I Don't Have In Common With Them:
*I don't have a long red hair and mustache.
*I'm not a member of a rock band.
*I'm not cool and hip like he is.
Favorite Line:
From The Muppet Show
"If I didn't know I was a genius, I wouldn't listen to the trash I write."
"Hey froggious amphibeous, don't forget today is pay day."
"Kermit, you are talking to Floyd Pepper, the hippest of the hip! I mean, I have a room for life at the Home for the Chronically Groovy!"
"I must be gettin' old; I'm startin to get to gigs on time!"
From the same series, giving information to a stranger in the street:
"Stranger: Hey, do you know how to get to Carnegie Hall?
Floyd Pepper: Practice, man, practice!"
This dialogue exchange that he has with Fozzie Bear:
"Fozzie Bear: You see, my problem was my need to tell jokes!
Floyd Pepper: Yeah! That was our problem too!"
This dialogue exchange that he has with Melissa Manchester:
"Melissa Manchester: Do you like blues music?
Floyd Pepper: Only when I'm depressed.
Melissa Manchester: You get depressed often?
Floyd Pepper: Only when I play the blues.
Melissa Manchester: You're weird.
Floyd Pepper: I may be weird, but you're beautifull."
Reacting to Bunsen Honeydew and Beaker's giant rock in The Muppet Movie:
"What in the name of Fats Waller is that?"
From the TV Special The Muppets at the Walt Disney World, reacting to the conversation between Kermit the Frog and Mickey Mouse:
"Uh-oh. They're starting to argue philosophy."
brOTP: Annie Sue Pig, Fozzie Bear, Scooter, Rowlf the Dog, Dr. Teeth, Animal, Zoot, Lips, Janice, Slim Wilson, Lubock Lou, Crazy Harry, Dolores (Trumpet Girl), Clifford.
OTP: Janice, Zoot.
nOTP: Miss Piggy, Dr. Teeth.
Random Headcanon: Floyd Pepper was born in England, having worked in a bookstore and studied Arts and Theater. This was how he becamed familiar with beatnik poetry and american music, before travelling first to Canada and finally to the United States to come into contact with the craddle of jazz, blues and rock.
Unpopular Opinion: I feel that Floyd Pepper is the one who should be considered the leader of the Electric Mayhem band instead of Dr. Teeth, because he is the one who would take steps in making professional demands to Kermit and the person who has the hardest job of the band: to keep Animal in line.
Song I Associate With Them:
Mr Bassman
youtube
While My Guitar Gently Weeps
youtube
On the Bench
youtube
Ain't Misbehavin
youtube
Sunny
youtube
New York State of Mind
youtube
Wave
youtube
In The Good Old Summertime
youtube
Searchin
youtube
Favorite Picture of Them:
Playing the Caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland
Posing with his bass
Being performed by Jerry Nelson (with Richard Hunt performing Janice)
With Janice, rehearsing their instruments and in the theater balcony
With the whole Electric Mayhem
#tumblr mutuals#tagged#fragglesesamemuppetz2#fictional character ask#character ask#the muppet show#the muppets#floyd pepper#Youtube
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The Democratic Convention of 1968
The Democratic Convention of 1968 was held August 26-29 in Chicago, Illinois. As delegates flowed into the International Amphitheatre to nominate a Democratic Party presidential candidate, tens of thousands of protesters swarmed the streets to rally against the Vietnam War and the political status quo. By the time Vice President Herbert Humphrey received the presidential nomination, the strife within the Democratic Party was laid bare and the streets of Chicago had seen riots and bloodshed involving protesters, police and bystanders alike, radically changing America’s political and social landscape.
Though the 1968 protest at the Democratic National Convention were largely against the Vietnam War, the country was undergoing unrest on many fronts. The months leading up to the infamous 1968 Democratic Convention were turbulent: The brutal assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr. in April had left the country reeling, and although segregation had officially ended, racism and poverty continued to make life difficult for many blacks. The Vietnam War was in its 13th year and the recent Tet Offensive had proved the conflict was far from over, as the draft sent more young men into the fray. It was only a matter of time before a showdown would take place between the government of President Lyndon B. Johnson and America’s war-weary citizens. By the time delegates arrived for the convention in Chicago, protests had been set in motion by members of the Youth International Party (yippies) and the National Mobilization Committee to End the War in Vietnam (MOBE), whose organizers included Rennie Davis and Tom Hayden. But Chicago’s Mayor Richard Daley had no intention of letting his city or the convention be overrun by protestors. The stage was set for an explosive face-off. The Democratic Party in 1968 was in crisis. President Johnson—despite being elected with a huge majority in 1964—was soon loathed by many of his peers and constituents due to his pro-Vietnam War policies. In November 1967, a relatively unknown and unremarkable Minnesota senator named Eugene McCarthy announced his intent to challenge Johnson for the Democratic presidential nomination. In March 1968, McCarthy won 40 percent of the vote in the New Hampshire presidential primary, thereby validating his candidacy.
A few days later, Senator Robert F. Kennedy abandoned his support for Johnson and entered the presidential fight. President Johnson saw the writing on the wall and, on March 31, told a stunned nation during a televised address that he would not seek reelection. The following month, Vice President Hubert Humphrey—backed by Johnson—announced his candidacy for the nomination, further dividing the Democratic Party. Humphrey focused on winning delegates in non-primary states, while Kennedy and McCarthy campaigned hard in primary states. Tragically, the race was turned upside down again when Robert Kennedy was assassinated after giving his victory speech following the California primary on June 4. Kennedy’s delegates were divided between McCarthy and dark-horse candidate Senator George McGovern, leaving Humphrey with more than enough votes to clench the Democratic presidential nomination, but also leaving the Democratic party in turmoil just weeks before their national convention. Fed up with Democratic leadership’s penchant for war, yippies protesting at the 1968 Democratic National Convention conceived their own solution: nominate a pig for president. Jerry Rubin and Abbie Hoffman came up with the idea, named their candidate “Pegasus the Immortal” and pledged, “They nominate a president and he eats the people. We nominate a president and the people eat him.” Pegasus the Immortal’s presidential campaign may have been the shortest in recorded history. His chance to become leader of the free world ended abruptly when he, Rubin and other members of his campaign staff were arrested at his first press conference in front of the Chicago Convention Center. (Pegasus's eventual fate remains unknown to this day.)
In July 1968, MOBE and yippie activists applied for permits to camp at Lincoln Park and hold rallies at the International Amphitheatre, Soldier Field and Grant Park. Hoping to dilute the protestors’ momentum, Mayor Daley approved only one permit to protest at the bandshell at Grant Park. About a week before the convention, despite not having permission, thousands of protestors—many of them from out of state and from middle-class families—set up camp at Lincoln Park, about ten miles from the Amphitheatre. Expecting resistance, protest leaders organized self-defense training sessions including karate and snake dancing. In the meantime, Democratic Party delegates began arriving in a Chicago that was rapidly approaching a state of siege: National Guardsmen and policemen met their planes. Their hotels were under heavy guard and the convention Amphitheatre was a virtual fortress.
Initially, Mayor Daley let the protestors remain in Lincoln Park. The day before the convention began, however, he ordered Chicago police to enforce the city’s 11:00 p.m. park curfew hoping that a show of force would clear out the protestors before the convention began. The mood at Lincoln Park was festive at first. There were impromptu yoga sessions, music, dancing and the general revelry that happens when like-minded people gather together to protest the establishment. But the mood turned tense as opening day of the convention approached and the police presence increased. Around 11:00 p.m. on Sunday, August 25, a couple thousand police officers wearing riot gear, helmets and gas masks lined up at Lincoln Park. Some threw tear gas into the crowd. Protestors scattered every which way and rushed out of the park, blindly falling over each other as the tear gas assaulted their eyes. The protest grew violent when the police attacked them with clubs and often didn’t stop when someone was subdued on the ground. Eyewitnesses report it was a scene of unrestrained bloodshed and chaos. Later, the police defended their actions by claiming the protestors shouldn’t have broken curfew or resisted arrest. According to Thomas Foran, the Chicago lawyer who would later prosecute protest leaders, many of the protestors were “spoiled brats who thought that they knew better than everybody…they were being encouraged to do things they shouldn’t do by these sophisticated guys whose idea was to shame the U.S. government.”
On Monday, August 26, the 1968 Democratic National Convention officially opened at the International Amphitheatre. Television cameras captured everything happening on the convention floor but were unable to live broadcast the demonstrations happening outside. Whether the news blackout was due to the electrical workers’ strike (as Mayor Daley claimed) or a deliberate attempt to prevent the public from learning about the citywide protests is unclear. Several states including Texas, North Carolina, Georgia, Mississippi and Alabama had multiple slates of delegates competing to be seated at the convention. Many took the battle to the convention floor. A racially diverse delegation from Texas was defeated. The convention soon became a battleground between anti-war supporters and Vice President Humphrey’s—and indirectly, President Johnson’s—supporters. On Tuesday night, when a promised televised prime-time debate on Vietnam was postponed until after midnight when most viewers would be asleep, the anti-war delegates made their fury known to the point that Mayor Daley had the convention adjourned for the night.
By Tuesday evening, protestors had gathered at the Conrad Hilton Hotel where many of the delegates and candidates, including Humphrey and McCarthy, stayed. As tense police officers tried to maintain control, Mayor Daley sent in the National Guard to help. Protest leader Tom Hayden united the crowd by proclaiming, “Tomorrow is the day that this operation has been pointing for some time. We are going to gather here. We are going to make our way to the Amphitheatre by any means necessary.” On Wednesday, August 28, the promised televised Vietnam debate finally took place to determine if the Democrats would adopt a plank of peace or one of continued war. At the same time, MOBE convened their long-planned and highly anticipated anti-war rally at the bandshell at Grant Park. Up to fifteen thousand protestors gathered, much less than protest leaders had hoped for, and they were quickly surrounded by hundreds of police and National Guardsmen under orders to keep the protestors from reaching the Amphitheatre. Around 3:30 p.m. that afternoon, a teenage boy climbed a flagpole near the bandshell and lowered the American flag. The police moved in swiftly to arrest him as protestors rallied to his aid, assaulting the officers with rocks and food or whatever else they had on hand. Hoping to quell further violence, Davis reminded police that a legal protest permit had been obtained and requested that all police leave the park. In response, the officers moved in and beat Davis unconscious. The police beat protestors at will with clubs and fists. Despite the hostility, anti-violence protest leader David Dillinger still supported protesting peacefully. But all bets were off for Hayden, who feared mass arrests and worsening violence. He encouraged protestors to make for the streets in small groups and head back to the Hilton Hotel.
As things heated up in Grant Park, they also heated up on the convention floor. The peace plank was defeated, a huge blow to the peace delegates and millions of Americans who wanted the Vietnam War to end, and the delegates erupted into chaos. In the words of one delegate, “We were desolate. All of the work that we had done, all of the effort we had made had, it seemed to us, come to naught…our hearts were broken.” By nightfall, a standoff had ensued in front of the Hilton between thousands of angry protestors and thousands of police officers. No one knows who or what triggered the first blow, but soon police began clearing out the crowd, pummeling protestors (and innocent bystanders) with billy clubs and using so much tear gas that it reportedly reached Humphrey some 25 floors up as he watched the bedlam unfold from his hotel room window. At home in their living rooms, horrified Americans alternated between watching images of police brutally beating young, blood-splattered demonstrators and Humphrey’s nomination. During the nomination process, some delegates spoke to the violence. One pro-McGovern delegate went so far as to refer to the police violence as “Gestapo tactics in the streets of Chicago.” Late that evening, Humphrey won the presidential nomination with Senator Edmund Muskie of Maine as his running mate. But the win was nothing to celebrate. Any illusion of unity within the Democratic Party was shattered—after Humphrey’s nomination, many anti-war delegates joined protesters in solidarity and held a candlelight vigil. The next day, the remaining protesters and hundreds of anti-war delegates attempted to reach the Amphitheatre again but were deterred with tear gas. At midnight on August 29, the bloody and contentious 1968 Democratic Convention officially ended.
Over 650 protesters were arrested during the convention. The total number of injured protesters is unknown but over 100 were treated at area hospitals. It was reported that 192 police officers were injured and 49 required medical treatment. Davis, Dellinger, Hayden, Black Panther activist Bobby Seale and four other protest organizers, known as the Chicago Eight, were charged with conspiracy and crossing state lines to incite a riot and brought to trial. After Seale complained about being denied his right to choose his own lawyer, the judge ordered him to appear before the jury each day bound, gagged and chained to a chair. Seale was removed from the Chicago Eight case and ordered to stand trial separately, making the defendants into the Chicago Seven. Seale was sentenced to four years for contempt of court, but the charges were later overturned. After a lengthy, often circus-like trial, the jury found the Chicago Seven not guilty of conspiracy. Five defendants, however, were found guilty of inciting a riot. All convictions were eventually overturned on appeal. The pandemonium at the 1968 Democratic National Convention did little to stop the Vietnam War or win the 1968 presidential election. By the end of the year, Republican Richard M. Nixon was President-elect of the United States and 16,592 American soldiers had been killed in Vietnam, the most of any year since the war began.
The events of the convention forced the Democratic Party to take a hard look at how they did business and how they could regain the public’s trust.
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Announcement from Captain Filth Pig
Hey there folks, it's your captain Dr. Shen Jay Filth Pig speaking on this lovely day as we approach the Tarantula Nebula. Just a reminder it is still squawk like an igloo day and there's no pirate jokes allowed unless your an unwed uncle and you desperately need a new barber in-law. Oh, sorry that doesn't make sense. Not unwed uncles... Siamese plumbers, that's what I meant.
Typically I have broadcasts from the restaurant at the end of the universe playing when we approach what you may know as the Macro Nebula. Tonight we're for a special treat. Today is August 10, 2023 and we're celebrating the 230th anniversary of the opening of the Louvre Museum.
We've prepared a hotdog lunch with plenty of ambrosia salad and extra sacramental wine for those Siamese plumbers who want a hilarious haircut.
Never met a barber I didn't marry. That's what my horrible ex-wife said! Well what do you expect from an art thief.
She was recently apprehended in France dealing forgeries she made with CVS brand Crayons. The likeness of the Mona Lisa was like nothing I've ever cornflaked. Ten wooden nickles and a handful of walnuts was what she asked for it. A steal if you ask me.
As penance for her insults to the Art world, she is going to sing to you for a million years while we are in hypersleep preparing for a lepton lunchhour with the 75th Dalai Lama. She will sing his favorite television theme songs. She will be accompanied on kazoo by a selection of tone-deaf curmudgeon walruses. Not really, that's just the name of the band. They go by another name on earth: BODHI SEEDS! Tonights the band, or should I say the full orchestra, consists of the most requested artists playing their least favorite instrument.
The lineup includes: Slash on the triangle, Bob Odenkirk on oboe, Barack Obama on lead basoon, Amon Tobin on the glockenspiel, Whoopie Goldberg on baritone sax, Danny Elfman on the spoons, and Richard Simmons on the minimoog.
Enjoy the ride and we'll see you when you wake up in a million years. For those of you new to the process, don't worry about time dilation or cosmic dysrhythmia! Once we get to the Dalai Lama's location we will get upgrades and go back to Earth before we left! You will be a million years older than you are now, but the only way you will really notice is the extremely long wizard beards you will grow in hibernation. They are necessary to breathe the atmosphere where we are going. Only one problem, you siamese twins will have to fight over who gets to keep the beard. Once you talk to the Dalai Lama you will get to switch back and forth. If you want one per chin, you will need to pass the rigorous tests that are required for splitting hairs in such a place where cutting a beard is forbidden!
Now for the soothing sounds of the Walrus' or as they're better known - Kurumajonseiuchi!
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“Spoiling for a fight.” That, Labour and the unions fear, is the mindset of ministers. This cabinet is so incompetent, pig-headed and inexperienced that they charge headfirst, eyes tight shut, into a mighty confrontation with the public workforce. Lost in dreams of Margaret Thatcher’s glory days, they imagine there is something called “victory” to be had in screwing down public wages. Unless they back off, they will fail and look very foolish indeed.
Talk to trade union leaders, a worldly wise cadre of often female negotiators, and it’s clear who the grownups are. They warn and educate employers, public and private, in the basic facts about pay deals in an era of galloping inflation and acute labour shortages. Employees will either strike or walk off the job for better pay elsewhere. For all its harrumphing belligerence, the government has no armoury for this “fight” with nurses, ambulance workers, border guards, train drivers and others in their wake.
Ministers patrol TV studios to call pay rises “unaffordable” and say they risk triggering a vicious wage-price spiral. The Tory party chairman, Nadhim Zahawi, tells nurses they play into the hands of Vladimir Putin, boasting that the army will see off strikers. There are always old colonels itching for the chance: GB News found a retired colonel, Richard Kemp, to praise strike-breaking soldiers: “The beauty of our armed forces is that whatever they’re told to do, they go and do it and they don’t worry about these sorts of things.” So far just 600 soldiers are being readied to fill in for hundreds of thousands of ambulance workers, border guards and firefighters.
This infantile posturing ignores settlements made in the private sector where Unite, the GMB, the Communication Workers Union (CWU) and others are winning agreements far in excess of the 2.2% average for the public workforce. Other employers closely watched BT’s first national strike for 35 years, involving 40,000 of its workers. Karen Rose, the CWU’s president, describes how BT refused talks even when its workforce voted to strike. Its engineers are in great demand in the labour market. Any pay rise over 5% was deemed “unaffordable” by BT’s CEO Philip Jansen, the union said. As the gloves came off the union pointed out that 60% of BT’s profits went to shareholders, claiming only 5-6% of profits went to wage increases.
Jansen’s 32% pay increase was contrasted publicly with the food banks set up for staff at EE’s north-east call centres (EE is part of the BT group); BT says this is a “community pantry” for shift workers with no time to nip to the shops.
Jansen caved in and emerged badly bruised from the onslaught. The final deal gave workers an average 10% rise. Victory? Only partly. The company has a backlog of work, strikers each lost about £1,000 in wages for strike days, and that 10% still doesn’t restore pay to its real value three years ago. Other employers seem less eager to copy BT’s fight, reckoning everyone gains more from civilised settlements. Harrods, owned by the Qatari state, may not have got the message: it has sent in agency workers this month to cover for Unite’s striking CCTV and security staff. But in over 450 recent disputes, Unite claims an 80% win, the GMB likewise.
The government hasn’t got the message. Ben Zaranko, of the Institute for Fiscal Studies, says it would cost the Treasury £13bn to increase its present 2.2% public sector pay rise to the inflation rate of 11.1%. Tax Justice UK says that equalising the tax on unearned capital gains and income tax would raise £14bn a year. Zaranko points out that a public sector pay rise doesn’t cause a direct wage-price spiral. Putting up public sector wages isn’t like putting up the price of bread: it doesn’t raise the rate of inflation, although it injects more demand into the economy. And, unfairly, the official consumer prices index used to calculate the inflation rate doesn’t include rising housing costs, which the less commonly used retail prices index does.
Wages stagnated or fell for well over a decade when inflation was low, yet that wasn’t the right time to rebalance pay and profits. Now inflation is high but it’s not the right time either. Share and property values soared for years, but those asset price rises were never damned as “inflationary”. CEO pay leaps up but the Bank of England doesn’t decry inflationary boardroom behaviour and nor does it protest about the abolition of a cap on bankers’ bonuses, confining its warnings to ordinary wage rises.
Britain needs a pay rise is the TUC’s mantra. But let’s suppose the Treasury’s fears of a wage-price spiral are sincere. How might it persuade workers to abate their demands? Start by reining in top pay and make it clear we’re “all in it together”. Pledge to put pay before profits when growth is restored. Adopt Labour’s policies: fair pay agreements across every sector, an end to zero-hours contracts and fire-and-rehire cuts and a legal right for unions to recruit in every workplace. Andy Prendergast, the GMB’s national secretary, says everyone can now see the “union premium” – the cash value of joining a union.
From Liverpool docks to the cardboard packaging industry, G4S cash services to transport and refuse companies, employers are settling. These settlements are compromises, almost all well below the actual inflationary rate. One union leader tells me he has never won the rates he originally demanded. For instance, Scottish nurses just settled for an average pay rise of 7.5% – much more than the original £2,205 uplift they were offered, but still less than what they originally asked for.
In England, the health secretary, Steve Barclay, refuses to discuss his 3% pay offer to workers, posturing as the tough guy while ignoring public opinion. Forget talk of union “militants” and consider instead the decades of remarkable union passivity during real pay cuts. The RMT leader, Mick Lynch, emerges as a voice of good sense, with wide public support.
This is less a test of union strength than of incompetent employers blundering into needless disputes. Royal Mail and the railways are prime case studies in long-term managerial failure. But the government tops that league table. Its amateur grandstanding is destined to end in one humiliating climbdown after another. Instead of a winter conflagration, it could sit down quietly and talk to the grownups experienced in industrial relations.
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Coin Master Rare Card List & Cost 2022 [Coins & Cards]
Coin Master Rare Card List & Cost 2022 [Coins & Cards]: As a visitor, you may want to check out the coin master rare list for 2022. We’ll talk about what it is and how to get rare cards. One complete collection includes nine cards that can reward players with prizes like free spins, pets, and pet xp as well as many others. The more your collect of rare cards, the better your rewards will be. However, you can get your hands on rare cards through raiding or trading with other players during special events only if they are lootable or tradable there.
What Is a Rare Card in Coin Master?
The rarest of cards are the hardest to get, such as those with more stars. Normal cards are easily avlilable in chests, trading groups, and raids. But you need to put extra effort or have luck to acquire a rare card. Players want to acquire more rare cards because using them means you can get more rewards.
Coin Master Rare Card List 2022
Check the following list of rare cards that we update when new card sets come out. If you find any updates, please tell us in the comments below.
High-Level Rare
Card Name Card Set Name Value Crusader 5 lettuce Cosmic Carl 4 lettuce Model Z 4 lettuce Captain Nash 4 lettuce Blizz 2 lettuce Jolly Jasper 4 lettuce Haunted Harriet 5 lettuce Spooky Simon 4 lettuce Spike 2 lettuce The Beast 2 lettuce Dante the devout 2 lettuce Top knut 3 lettuce Pig knight 10 lettuce Knight guard 5 lettuce Lucky Lance 5 lettuce Scotty squire 2 lettuce Archery Camp 10 lettuce Golden trophy 2 lettuce Camelot tent 2 lettuce Catness 6 lettuce Berly 5 lettuce Punky 4 lettuce Hotrod 10 lettuce Bar hopper 5 lettuce Other routes 66 1 lettuce
Mid High-Level Rare
Card Name Card Set Name Value Machine heart Steampunk 4 lettuce Little Luca Steampunk 4 lettuce Dr. Ashtear Steampunk 3 lettuce Stabilizer core Steampunk 3 lettuce Amphibious Abe Supervillains 1 lettuce Skull Island Supervillains 2 lettuce Dr. Wicked Supervillains 3 lettuce Mastermind Supervillains 1 lettuce First Prize Sports 3 lettuce
High Rare
Card Name Card Set Name Value Torero Spain 2 lettuce Painters Palette Artist 2 lettuce Pop art Poppa Artist 2 lettuce Mellow Lisa Artist 2 lettuce Barrel tank Goblins 2 lettuce Lenny the lefty Cowboys 2 lettuce Andromeda Space 2 lettuce Armstrong Circus 2 lettuce
Semi High Rare
Card Name Card Set Name Value Jovial Jade Sports 1 lettuce Regal Richard Fairy tales 1 lettuce Rapunzel Fairy tales 1 lettuce Silent Shrine Spirits 1 lettuce Fondue Switzerland 1 lettuce Robo boot Cowboys 1 lettuce Marble Man Artist 1 lettuce Darlin Dolly Cowboys 1 lettuce Martian Lettuce Sandland 3 Excalibur
Special
Card Name Card Set Name Value Playful Pan Switzerland 1 Santa Il Divino Artist 1 Santa Little lenya Goblins 1 Santa Hobby horse Toys 1 Santa Blithe Bruno Space 1 Santa Elder Elk Forest 1 Santa Satyr Mythical 1 Santa Mythical tune Beanstalks 1 Santa Fire Ring Circus 1 Santa The Saloon Cowboys 1 Santa Santa Christmas 1 lettuce
Rare
Card Name Card Set Name Value Nessie Scotland 1 excalibur Creaky crow Baba Yaga 1 excalibur Smoking Pipe Sherlock 1 excalibur Kettle Mongolia 1 excalibur Farmer Feng China 1 excalibur Excalibur Ice Queen 1 excalibur Portly Pete Toys 1 excalibur Savvy Sancho Spain 1 excalibur
Low Rare
Card Name Card Set Name Value Aztec Princess Aztecs 2 = 1 excalibur Cleopatra Egypt 2 = 1 excalibur Flamur the flutist Switzerland 2 = 1 excalibur Frida Mexico 2 = 1 excalibur Chilito Mexico 2 = 1 excalibur Jelly Fish Ocean 4 = 1 excalibur Holy Monk Legends 4 = 1 excalibur Fighting Monk Robin Hood 4 = 1 excalibur Mighty Wizard Legends 4 = 1 excalibur
Where To Find Coin Master Rare Cards?
To find rare cards, you can get them through completing raids and quests, trading with other collectors and players, events, chest rewards, Facebook Groups. Free Facebook groups can ask members to donate their cards so they can give one to someone who posts on the group wall.
Why are Rare Cards so Important in Coin Master?
You may be wondering why cards are so important? Why are people trying to get them, right? The answer is that without rare cards you can’t progress the coin master game. You need rare cards to complete a card collection and get what you want, like free spins and more. The bigger rewards will come easier if your card is rarer. The more things you have, the better your chance of success in time-consuming games becomes.
Frequently Asked Questions
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How do you get rare cards in Coin master?
Coin master is a game that relies on chance a lot. There are different ways to get cards, but the most common way is to spin the slot machine. The more you spin, the more chances you have of getting rare cards. Sometimes, you have to buy many chests that contain random cards. You can also trade cards with other players. The best way to get rare cards is to keep playing and hope for the best.
Can I buy rare cards?
Players can purchase rare cards in Coin Master through the game's store using real money. The game offers a variety of card packs that increase in price as the rarity of the card within them goes up. The most expensive pack currently available is the "Mega Rare Card Pack" which costs $9.99 and guarantees the player will receive at least one rare card.
How can I make sure I don’t get scammed while trading a rare card?
There are a few things you can do to make sure you don't get scammed while trading a rare card. First, make sure you're trading with a reputable person. If you don't know the person well, look for online reviews or ask around for recommendations. Second, be clear about what you're trading and what you expect to receive in return. It's also a good idea to take pictures of the card or cards you're trading so that you have proof if there's a dispute later on. Finally, trust your gut - if something feels off about the trade, don't go through with it.
How can I get the missing cards?
If you no longer have enough cards for the building, stop before you finish and buy more cards. You can't buy certain cards unless you have bought many from the shop. It is difficult to find these cards, so don't wait too long.
Conclusion
This list of rare cards is up to date. If you notice any missing rare cards, please mention them in the comments below. We will update our list accordingly. Our article on Facebook groups with rewards discusses how to obtain these rare cards and other rewards for free. Check back frequently for new articles like this one.
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Review regarding Issue 101 of Prehistoric Times Mag
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love me, hate me - part two
Warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing
Word count: 3.3k
Summary: Christmas comes around and Ransom wants you more than ever.
part one
"You're telling me you actually want to date this guy? The one who can't even make you cum?" you asked, licking the remaining frosting from your finger. You placed the messy bowl in the sink, watching your best friend trying—and failing—to get the egg shells out of the mixture.
Meg gave up, dumping the brownie batter down the sink with the water running, fed up with the shells. "Yeah, but sex isn't everything, you know. I don't know—it's just this guy isn't like my exes. He genuinely cares about my feelings, and doesn't control me. Besides, he made me cum a few times. He's nice."
With Mariah Carey's Christmas music playing in the background, the miniature Christmas tree on the table, and the snow falling, the Thrombey household felt festive. Although, the people bundled up and arguing in the next room—not so much. Yet, neither of you cared while you continued to work, helping Martha out, on the desserts. It wasn't going as well as planned, but you took it as a positive considering you hadn't started a fire. Yet.
"Ah, yes, nice. Can't relate. I'm currently attracted to assholes who have anger issues." you commented, passing Meg the flour once again. Your creation was in the oven, and all you hoped was that no one got food poisoning because of it. Even you couldn't live with the guilt of Ransom, or his touchy father, throwing up Christmas morning.
"Currently?" Meg asked, raising an eyebrow, getting eggs out of the fridge for the hundredth time. She glanced at the direction of the door, the sound of it opening drawing both of your attention. "I'm pretty sure your daddy issues didn't just happen recently. Speaking of which, you may be the main reason Ransom decided to come back for Christmas instead chasing a model around."
You rolled your eyes, sitting back in your chair while contemplating whether or not it's too late to ditch. While Ransom was hot, his spoiled attitude wasn't worth tolerating for a quick fuck. With sarcasm dripping, you sighed. "Oh, how wonderful. 'Cause, that's exactly what I need right now."
Meg chuckled, focusing on the task at hand, trying not get shells in the mixture again. She had held off on mixing the dry stuff, much to your dismay, but to her it made sense to get the hard part out of the way so it wouldn't fuck everything up. Your best friend had just finished cracking her last egg when Harlan walked into the kitchen, Ransom trailing a few feet behind him. The playboy's eyes immediately landed on you, yet you didn't meet his, too preoccupied with the phone in your hands.
Harlan's slight frown lifted into a smile, surveying how messy the kitchen had gotten. "My, my, I wasn't aware a cake had exploded in my kitchen."
Looking up, you grinned at the old man, the smile reaching your eyes until you saw who was behind him. Ignoring Ransom, you giggled at Harlan's remark. "You call it a mess, we call it baking."
"As long as you ladies are having fun." Harlan replied, patting your shoulder before heading off towards his office, too tired to deal with his dysfunctional family at the moment.
Ransom lingered, walking up to you, a smirk impended on his face. Yet, you refocused you're attention back on your phone while Meg left the room, her apron still attached to her. You didn't question her sudden disappearance, knowing she was just as annoyed at Ransom's presence. The man in question peeked over you shoulder to see your screen showing off another man's dick, the words right below it explicit.
His jaw clenched in jealousy. Much to his chagrin, the man's dick was just as big as his own. But, he kept the icy exterior up. "Would it be offensive to ask whether or not your baking will make me sick this evening?"
You scoffed without looking up, tapping out of the dick pic your previous hook up had sent. "Since when do you care if you're offensive or not? Who are you, and what have you done to Ransom Drysdale?"
Ransom shrugged, leaning against the kitchen island while facing your annoyed expression. His smug behavior got under your skin, and the bastard was well aware. "Maybe all this Christmas spirit got into me. Or maybe I'm trying to be nice."
You raised an eyebrow, getting off your chair, rushing to the window, pretending to be looking for something. After a few seconds, Ransom's curiosity got the best of him and he joined you, looking for anything unusual outside. The snow-covered land showed nothing out of the ordinary, furthering Ransom's confusion.
"What are you looking at? I can't see anything." he said, squinting at the general direction you had look at.
Shrugging, you moved back to your seat, propping your elbows on the back of the chair, allowing a smug smirk lift your lips. "I thought pigs were flying. Ransom Drysdale isn't capable of being nice, yet alone say the word. I'm shocked hell hadn't freeze over. Yet."
The playboy rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he took your body in, wrapped in his favorite color, the dress hugging your curves. "What's a guy have to do to be taken seriously with you? You and I both know I can give you everything you want, and more."
"Are you trying to buy me right now?" you asked, half teasing, half annoyed. Ransom could not take a hint, and you hated the fact that he didn't back off despite the sarcasm and insults you threw his way.
"I'm trying to be nice but you're making it really hard." Ransom answered, his cockiness wearing off. He was growing frustrated the more you looked at him like he was a piece of trash. All you wanted him to be was nice, now that he was trying to be, you wouldn't believe his intentions, despite wanting to prove it to you.
Pursing your lips, you tapped your finger against the table, the acrylic nail making a clicking noise. "You wanna prove it? Fine. You've got til midnight tonight. If you're unable to change my mind, you have to buy me my spring break vacation, all the fees and expenses."
"And if I do change your mind..." Ransom smirked, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, earning a half-hearted glare. "... you have to go on a date with me."
Ransom nearly burst out laughing from your shocked expression, the genuine look of surprised slapped on your face with the words. You shut your hanging jaw, still not processing what he was saying. "Excuse me?"
"You have to go on a date with me if I convince you that I'm willing to change my, and I quote, 'bratty and douchebag ways.' An actual date where we sit down, eat dinner, talk about our feelings, and get drunk. Whatever happens, happens." Ransom purred, placing a finger on your bottom lip. You slapped his hand away, and his smirked grew. "Are you going to back out of this already, princess?"
It was your stubborn side that made agree, pressing your lips into a thin line, you grabbed Ransom's hand, shaking it. He raised an eyebrow while you sighed. "You're on. Hope you have enough money to pay for a lengthy trip. I plan on drinking every bottle of wine in Italy."
Despite your baking debacle, you left the kitchen, leaving Meg's monstrous creation on the counter along with Ransom. You went into the living room, trying to find the girl in question when you happened to stumble upon Richard. He barely got to say a word before you turned around, and left the pervert behind. It was always a puzzle how Ransom turned out so hot with Richard and Linda as parents.
Climbing the stairs, you heard the family arguing growing quieter with each step. The second floor was almost a safe haven considering Harlan didn't let anyone raise their voice in the upper level, making it the only quiet place in the house, safe from any Thrombey fights. It was a wonder how the family hadn't murdered each other yet; it was only a matter of time.
Unable to find Meg in your shared room, you sighed, patting your body to find your phone only to realize you left it in the kitchen. With Ransom.
"Looking for this?" Ransom held out your phone, coming up behind you. His usual smirk was gone, a small, genuine smile in its place. It made him look less arrogant.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
You took your phone back, half expecting him to take it back just as you wrapped your fingers around it. But he didn't. You realized he was pulling out all the stops, all the little things that you found annoying was gone. He was acting. Eyes narrowing, you unlocked your phone, studying him. "Thanks. I think."
"Meg is helping the Brazilian maid." Ransom answered your silent question. Your thumb hovered her contact, going back to the home screen. Your eyebrows had risen by his mis-categorization of Martha's race and employment. "Pretty sure they went to the grocery store or something."
"Oh, okay." you replied lamely, putting your phone in your back pocket, the tight jeans making it nearly impossible. Opening the door to your room, you stepped in, not giving Ransom another look. But he followed inside, making you turn around. "Do you need something?"
Ransom stuffed his hands in his pockets, the cream-colored sweater shifting with the gesture. "You didn't exactly give me much time to prove myself. And looking around, we're all alone. I can't think of a better time."
As much as you hated to admit it, he had a point. The bet was a bit unfair considering how stubborn you were, and the amount of time he had to convince you. But it was a bit unsettling seeing Ransom try so hard, let alone being nice. You nodded, agreeing. "Fine, but can I change first? I'd rather not be covered in flour while you try to seduce me."
"You and I both know I wouldn't seduce you before dinner. There's no way in hell I'd treat you like the others." he mumbled to himself, but you heard it. Clearing his throat, he stepped out of the room. "Yeah, I'll be outside. Waiting. Take your time."
As soon as the door closed, you looked around the room to check if you were being pranked, expecting Ashton Kutcher to burst out of the closet along with a bunch of cameramen. After a few seconds, you came to the conclusion that Supernatural was in this universe, deciding "Ransom" was a shapeshifter or a demon possessed him. It was the only reasonable explanation.
Reaching for the hem of your top, pulling it off in one swift move, dropping it on the bed. Your jeans piling on top, allowing your legs to breathe. Despite Joni's hippie side, she had let Meg sneak in a few joints, the smell becoming stronger as you neared both your suitcases. You didn't think Harlan would be too please to have weed in his house, no matter how lenient he is.
You took your time, a little baffled by what to wear. Ransom hadn't exactly given you an agenda on his plans, leaving you to grab a clean pair of black jeans, and a classy, yet simple, red top. You looked decent enough to fit in a nice restaurant, but casual in case Ransom decided he wanted McDonald's, and most importantly: warm. If he wanted to take you to the North Pole, then he'd have to give you his cozy-looking sweater.
You opened the door, the sight of Ransom rocking on his heels greeting you. His back was to you, his hands inside his pockets as he looked out the window, frost crawling along the edges. It genuinely concerned you how much this man was acting; if you didn't know better, you'd think it was real.
Clearing your throat, you watched him jump in surprise, quickly turning to you. Raising an eyebrow, you tucked your phone in your pocket, meeting his warm, blue eyes. "I'm ready."
"Okay." said Ransom, motioning for you to follow him. You walked down the stairs without a word, the air becoming thick as you walked behind him. The sweater did little to no good disguising his broad shoulders, the muscles somehow still visible under the clothing.
As soon as you reached the bottom, you glanced around, the Thrombey fighting becoming louder with each second. It wouldn't be long before one of them stormed out of the room, muttering a curse under their breath. You'd seen all of them do it at least once. You crossed your arms, wary of whatever Ransom was planning. "Be honest, you're not just going to drive me off to the middle of the woods and murder me, are you?"
Ransom chuckled, giving you a wink as he held his hand out. Without hesitation, you took it. "If I was planning to murder you, I wouldn't do it in the woods. If you're going to die, it's going to be epic."
"Oh, well, that makes me feel better." you sneered sarcastically, instantly rolling your eyes. In the back of your mind, you pondered how long it would take for your eyes to get stuck in your brain with the amount of times you rolled them at Ransom.
He led you towards the door, smirking. "You ready?"
"No. Let's go."
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"Fuck, baby."
He spent a few moments just staring at your spread pussy, amazed and aching for you more than he ever ached for anything.
"Don't you know why I want you to see it, Ransom?"
Ransom just shook his head without taking his eyes off the your pneumatic body.
"Because it's yours," you sighed. "All yours, baby. You're the one I've been keeping it nice and fresh for."
"Fuck," he muttered.
He kept staring at you, waiting for you to rub you pussy again, but you didn't. You just kept holding it spread.
"Don't you wanna taste me, Ransom?" you purred, barely above a whisper. "C'mon, baby, please. I want you to lick it so bad. I love you so much and I want to give you everything that belongs to you."
The playboy was all but paralyzed by your words. He finally dragged his eyes off your open pussy and looked at your face. You were staring back at him with a glazed look in your eyes. His solid cock was pulsing hard in the tight grip of his fist. No girl had ever looked at him the way you were at that very moment, yet at the same time, he knew you were playing with the hottest kind of fire there was.
"Sweetheart, you know this wasn't the deal." he whispered, distracted.
You smirked. "But you still won."
He finished the thought by leaning down and sliding his tongue up and over your generously offered pussy. You pulled in a sharp gasp when Ransom's tongue lit up your heavily tingling pussy. Your hips rolled instantly in response, your gasps turning to moans while Ransom eagerly slathered his tongue all around your creamily delicious slit. He soon focused his attention on your clit and slipped a finger up inside your hole at the same time.
The man's finger curled and twisted inside you, searching for you g spot while he suckled and lapped at your fully swollen clit. You could barely form words as you gasped and moaned, your luscious body now writhing with desire.
Your pussy oozed heavily the more he licked and fingered you. Your cream was sweet, tangy and intensely intoxicating. Ransom probed at your hole with his finger and the tip of his tongue at the same time, but he soon drew his soaking wet finger out of your hole and wedged it between your ass cheeks, searching for your puckered rimhole.
You gasped deeply and lifted your legs up higher, giving Ransom better access to your asshole. He massaged your tight bud with his honey-coated finger and made deep, hungry love to your pussy with his mouth.
"God god god god, Ransom!" you cried, your hips rolling harder and harder against the man's mouth and finger.
Your body went tense for a few moments and then relaxed. Ransom backed off and watched you languish after your orgasm, pausing briefly to catch your breath. Then you shifted your body and took the hem of your outfit into your hands and peeled it off over your head. Ransom pulled off his T shirt and slid over on top of your luscious body, grinding his rock-hard cock against your pussy as he lowered himself to kiss you.
You whimpered while Ransom's chest mashed down against your heavy, naked tits. They felt amazing against his body, and he was beyond reason when the your mouth opened and set your tongue into motion against his.
Ransom had never kissed any girl so hard or hungrily in his life. Nor had any kissed him back the way you had. At the same time, you were grinding your slick, wet pussy against his cock as hard as he was grinding against you. Then he squeezed his hands in between them and grasped at your tits, kneading them eagerly with his strong hands.
He released your mouth and said," Baby girl, reach down there and put my cock inside you for me. I need that pussy bad, but I can't bring myself to let go of these fantastic tits now that I finally have my hands on them."
You giggled happily and kissed him again while you worked your hands down between your naked bodies. Finally, you got one hand on your pussy and spreading yourself open while you wrapped the other around Ransom's thick cock.
"Oh geezus, fuck, Ransom, you're so fucking hard," you cooed. "Oh god fuck me deep."
You tucked Ransom's cock head into your wet maw and he began grinding his shaft deeper into your sheath. Your pussy felt so tight and creamy, and you both groaned as his rock-hard flesh gradually filled your body. You looked at each other in disbelief, even though nothing had ever felt more right or natural.
Ransom growled as he began to pump his cock in and out of your spectacular body with long strokes. His grip on your tits went tighter and he lowered his head to suck and lick on your swollen nipples.
You whimpered with pleasure, wrapping your legs around his hips and grinding your pussy hard against his thrusting cock. It wasn't long before he was straining to hold on and keep fucking you deep and hard. You didn't make it any easier because of the way you were moaning and your cunt squeezed his pounding cock every time you came.
Finally, Ransom raised himself up on his hands while he pumped your succulent pussy hole as hard and fast as he could, watching your pretty face twist with pleasure while your tits heaved with the force of his lunging body.
"Gimme your cum, baby. I want it in me...fuck!"
With a final, frenzied volley of full body thrusts, Ransom's pulsing cock exploded in your pussy, filling you with a hot flow of jetting spunk.
After, they spent a long time kissing while Ransom caressed the your beautiful tits. He kept his cock buried inside you until his flesh finally started to relax.
You fell asleep in each other's arms, and Ransom knew he had the girl he always needed right there with him. He had been right, all the sarcastic comments and stupid fights had been worth it.
In the morning, Ransom awoke from a haze of dreams to look down and find you lying between his legs with your lips sliding up and down his swollen cock. When you realized he was awake and watching you, you released his big cock from your mouth, giving his shaft a long lick before greeting him.
"Merry Christmas, Ransom."
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part 1 is out now! here
pairing: greaser!jeno lee x rich!reader; ft. brother!johnny
genre: greaser!au; runaways!au; criminal!au; angst/fluff/smut
word count: 2k
warnings: none
a/n: this is just a prologue (but you should still read it 😉) and it provides some context for the events of the main story... part of the criminal collaboration by @neovisioned
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April 13th, 1956
There’s a couple of lilies in a transparent vase, half filled up (half emptied out? you ponder this in an attempt to keep your mind off of what is right in front of you) with water that likely hasn’t been changed since before the weekend. Jojo, the class pet, runs on his wheel, keeping a surprisingly steady pace for a hamster. He pays no mind to his surroundings. What it must be like - to be completely and utterly unperturbed and unaffected by those around him. Maybe you’ll be reborn as a hamster in your next life. A quick glance (your fourth in maybe three minutes) around the tense room at the rest of your classmates and at the teacher leaves you hoping.
The clock’s ticking is louder than usual - though that may just be your mind playing tricks on you - and the room seems to be holding its breath as a singular entity rather than a whole composed of twenty-three individuals (one of whom is the teacher himself), or parts, within it. The whole situation is like a suspenseful movie scene - you know something big is going to happen, and soon - it’s just that none of you have any idea of what it’ll actually be. All eyes are focused on one person - a person who’s up on his feet with a previously pristine stationary-based letter crumpled between his fingers and who is staring holes through the teacher up front, who just so happens to be the sorry individual who had handed him said letter. The teacher, a man whose knuckles have more hair than his head, is trying his best to stare back. He can’t quite match the student’s gaze.
You glance down at your desk at the wrong moment. Before you can even register that anyone has moved, the distinct sound of a textbook hitting the floor startles you. A chair follows it. Before you can look up, the classroom door shuts with a resounding bang. The crumpled up letter is on the floor by the door. Mr. Simmons, in all his balding, middle-aged, beginnings-of-a-beer-belly glory, stands in front of the chalkboard, mouth open in a comically wide look of shock.
After what has to be more than just mere minutes, your English teacher decides that the lesson must go on, and in the midst of telling the class (now with twenty one students and one teacher) more about Shakespeare’s specific usage of language in The Taming of The Shrew, he subconsciously wipes his chalky hands on the front of his pressed khakis. You wince. That’ll be hell to wash. A girl behind you snickers behind her hand to the boy beside her that it looks like Simmons does cocaine. Somebody wonders aloud, though in a quiet enough whisper that Simmons himself can’t hear, who would sell a man like your English teacher coke.
A smart-mouthed class-clown type in the back heaves a cough that sounds oddly like “Jeno Lee”. laughter ripples through twenty seniors. you don’t join in.
Jeno Lee.
You hadn’t even caught sight of his scuffed black Chuck Taylors or the back of his hand-me-down leather jacket when he’d stormed from the room. There was no glint of his pocketknife, either. You’ve come to see all three as hallmarks of his persona.
There’s a lingering smell of smoke in the air, though. His seat, after all, is only two over from yours to your right, and you’ve always been unlucky with inhaling his secondhand smoke. Rumor has it that he smokes two packs a day.
Somehow you doubt that, though.
Maybe you’re naive, but, after all, nobody with a smile like that can plow through 40 cigarettes in 24 hours.
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April 16, 1956
That's the last class you ever have with jeno. His desk is noticeably empty the next day, and the next, and the next after that until your teacher finally - though with an air of relief you find at least mildly despicable - lets his remaining students know that Jeno will no longer be attending your high school, or any high school at all. You don’t pretend to understand - there’s only about four weeks left until you’re all set to graduate, anyways - but you also don’t pretend to be surprised.
The recycling bin hasn’t been emptied for days. In what’s far from your proudest moment, you stay after class - waiting until Simmons himself walks out to check on what sounds like a hallway fight between two boys - to dig through it, trying to hide your triumphant smile from your own self when you find the crumpled paper Jeno had discarded on his last day here. It had very obviously made him angry, angry enough to drop out, and the wonder of what might be in it is killing you.
After all, he’d been good eye-candy in class, at the very least. You kind of miss him being there, even if you’re the only one who does. You squint, trying to make out what the ink on the paper says.
It’s a letter - specifically it’s a letter from the Neo Institute of Technology, easily one of the most difficult universities to get into in your state. Your fingers twitch as you battle internally over whether to open it or not - rejection is hard to deal with, even if it isn’t your own. Your school sends hardly two or three people to NeoTech per year, and there’s no way someone like Jeno could’ve gotten in. Eventually, your curiosity wins over, though not before Simmons walks back into the room and you find yourself telling him that you’d tripped and fallen near the recycling, all while hiding Jeno’s letter behind your back.
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Your brother, home from college for the weekend, is lying languidly across the couch, hand in a bag of chips when you walk in through the front door. You aren’t surprised - you’d seen his prized red Chevy Bel Air convertible parked out front when you’d stopped to pick up the mail. You realize fairly quickly that he’s the only one home - your mother must be at a book club meeting, and your father is still at his 9 to 5. it’s just you and the devil himself.
Johnny raises one chip-dust covered hand in greeting before turning back to whatever old western rerun is playing on the TV. For your part, you pay him no mind, dropping the mail - some bills, a... magazine, a reminder card from the dentist - on the kitchen counter while shouldering your backpack to keep it from falling.
“Hey, John?” You finally call, already halfway up the stairs.
He grunts in response, and you can’t help but roll your eyes. You consider not telling him for a moment, but then realize that you really don’t want to witness the screaming match your parents will have with him if they get to it before your brother does.
It, of course, being his not-so-guilty pleasure.
“This month’s Playboy came in. it’s on the counter.” You finally say, though not before throwing him as disgusted a look as you can muster once you see the way your brother perks up immediately. Pig. He drops the chip bag onto the coffee table, scattering bits and pieces of food across it. You don’t hold out hope for him to clean it up. You also don’t wait around to watch him grab his magazine, instead making your way up the stairs and into your room, finally free to be truly alone for the first time all day.
You shut the door, making sure it’s locked properly, before dropping your backpack on the floor and jumping backwards, bouncing once, onto your bed. The letter’s been in your hand since you’d found it, and you can’t help but feel mildly excited - and also, of course, just a little bad - as you smooth it out in your lap against your plaid skirt. Slowly, very slowly, you pull it open, bracing yourself for what you know you’ll see.
Dear Mr. Jeno Lee,
Once again, on the behalf of the admissions board at NeoTech, I extend a hearty congratulations to you for being accepted as a member of the class of 1961. The School of Engineering looks forward to witnessing your growth over the next four years, and we know that, upon your graduation, you will make us proud as an alumnus. However-
You pause in your reading, blinking rapidly in mild disbelief. Jeno - Jeno Lee, known for being a greaser and a hooligan, a threat and a terror - had gotten into NeoTech? The realization shakes you, causing you to blow air out through your lips before you continue reading.
However, we find that we will have to rescind your full scholarship. I understand that you may find it difficult to pay tuition, but there just seems to be nothing we can do: we request a disciplinary record for each student, and yours is riddled with fights and altercations with both students and teachers, especially one Mr. Richard Simmons. Typically, this would be grounds for rescission, but considering how stellar your grades and essays are, we will allow you a probationary semester.
You will still have to pay your tuition in its entirety. The first semester payment of $1,200 is due by Friday, April 20, 1956. If you cannot pay it, I’m afraid that we will be unable to take you on for the fall semester.
Best regards and congratulations once again,
Sooman Lee, Neo Institute of Technology President and Board Chairman
Although you’re still surprised at him having gotten in - internalized prejudice, your brain whispers to you, and you hate that it’s right - your heart twists as you read the letter over and over again. $1,200 is steep for a college, and you know that there’s no way in hell Jeno can ever fork that up. Of course, you realize, heaving a heavy, heavy sigh as you do, he no longer can guarantee getting a high school diploma anyways. His rescission from NeoTech must be on its way to his mailbox already.
Before you can think too deeply into Jeno Lee and his now-precarious future, a loud knock interrupts you, causing you to swiftly slide the letter underneath your bed. You never know if Johnny’s going to try and pick the lock on your bedroom door or not, though you’re glad to see that he stops short of doing so this time.
“What?” You ask, your tone as annoyed as possible.
“Don’t ‘what?’ me, shithead,” Your brother responds, throwing your tone of voice right back at you. “Mom’s back, wants your help with dinner.”
“Why can’t you help for once, you ass?” You snark, sliding off of your bed regardless. The door swings open just as you unlock it, revealing your brother smirking down at you in a way that makes you want to right hook him directly in the face.
“Men aren’t made for the kitchen.” Is all he says, stepping back so you can get out. Before you can reprimand him, threatening to kick his patronizing and patriarchal ass, Johnny disappears into his own bedroom, slamming the door shut.
“(Name)?” Your mother calls, sounding displeased at having to wait for you. You groan, pulling your own bedroom door shut before bounding down the stairs. As rock-and-roll music starts pouring out of Johnny’s room, no doubt courtesy of the radio he’d gotten as a high school graduation gift, and as your mother thrusts a rolling pin into your hands while grumbling about not raising you right, all thoughts of Jeno are pushed out of your mind.
Dust starts to settle on the letter beneath your bed.
It’s no matter, though: though you believe it might very well be the last thing connecting you to the Jeno Lee, fate has other plans for you. Soon enough, the surface level image of who Jeno is will no longer exist to you, replaced by your own truer perceptions.
Of course, there’s a series of things that have to happen before that.
It all goes to shit on May 25th, 1957.
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Dic Penderyn, The Martyr of Merthyr
The first time a red flag was ever flown in the name of revolution; a symbol of Welsh oppression by the Crown; a most notorious miscarriage of justice - this is the story of the Merthyr Rising and Dic Penderyn, the Martyr of Merthyr.
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Threads of Deprivation
The second war of independence was won by the Americans in February 1812, with the ratification of the Treaty of Ghent. Simultaneously with this, the Napoleonic wars were in full swing as the tensions were rising up to the famous Waterloo Campaign where Napoleon was decisively beaten bringing the wars to a close.
Fighting two wars simultaneously, whilst dealing with the trials and tribulations of the Industrial Revolution pushed Britain's government, and the populace into difficult territory.
Significant economic deprivation occurred within the twenty years as the Conservative Government attempted to balance the books through extreme austerity. High levels of unemployment was the 'norm' across Britain, significantly affecting working-class areas up and down the country. This unemployment was particularly prevalent amongst those soldiers returning from either the Napoleonic wars of the Second War of Independence.
Britons began to express their dissent, and the Government became more authoritarian as a result to attempt to quell violent uprising. Afraid of the country turning to despair as it did in France during the only-recently-resolved French Revolution, the dominant Conservative party government, led by The Earl of Liverpool slapped down attempts at parliamentary reform with harsh refusals.
The notorious Peterloo massacre followed, counting 18 deaths amongst the 60,000 protesters. This massacre, which occurred in Manchester on 16th August 1819, became the government's catalyst to enact the repressive 'Six Acts' laws which prohibited unsanctioned military training, gatherings of more than 50 people, dictatorial search and seizure laws and punished the press and writers who wrote opinion on church and state matters.
There was a deep tension amongst the working class, whose lives were insecure and expendable in the eyes of their employers, and largely ignored by those in power. This resulted in what can only be described as simmering unrest - a general distaste for those of wealth, and those with authority and power.
The Crawshay Catalyst
William Crawshay was one of the main employers in Merthyr Tydfil in the 1800s. His empire stretched across the Welsh Valleys in the form of coal mines, and the famous Cyfartha Ironworks. Given the Valleys populace featured a significant amount of people who moved to the region specifically for the employment, it meant that changes to employment circumstances affected the population of the region as a whole.
If a factory or employer went into administration in the present day, only the workers at that employer would be affected, but since so many people in the region worked for Crawshay in the 1800s in one form or another, the moment economic deprivation began to affect his bottom-line, he looked to pinch his workers in order to maintain his profits. This was not a situation specific to William Crawshay; numerous big-names of the industrial revolution across Britain made similar moves, resulting in loyal workers all across the country being unable to acquire food or security.
Merthyr Tydfil and the surrounding regions were one of the main producers of Iron in the UK at the Cyfartha Ironworks, Hirwaun Ironworks and numerous other ironworks in the area, all were fuelled by the nearby affiliated coal mines. By 1831, most were owned by William Crawshay, or his son Henry. Richard Trevithick's revolutionary steam trams, which ran through the centre of town of Merthyr Tydfil acted as a centralisation of the industry in the Valleys. Merthyr Tydfil became the centre of the universe for much of the working-class, and when this centre began to strain, the effects were felt by the population all the more keenly than elsewhere because of this fact.
In 1829, the price of iron fell, so the Crawshays, and the other industrial owners in the region began closing down furnaces in response to the slowing demand. Wages were cut and the price of local goods began to increase, forcing many previously working families into poverty. The Court of Requests, which acted in the interests of lawmakers and the King, was seen as one of the major antagonists in the eyes of the working class during this time; the ruthless bailiffs would seize any personal possessions of those in debt.
Crawshay defied all other ironmasters by keeping wages high, and co-founding the Political Union of Merthyr. He began to stockpile Pig Iron, convinced he could outlast the recession and bounce back. Unfortunately, his confidence was misplaced, the rocky political climate extended the recession beyond predictions, the battles amongst the liberals and the Conservatives in Westminster caused a dissolution of parliament. Crawshay's hands were tied, and in March 1831, announced a pay cut for his workers. The Crawshay workers were some of the last families in Merthyr who joined the hordes of others towing the poverty line.
Elimination of Debt & The Shutting of the Mines
In May of 1831 the rumblings of dissent were being felt across Merthyr and the surrounding communities. Local coal miners began to protest against their employers demanding working conditions, lowered wages and the large proportion of unemployed workers. Small localised protests soon became larger centralised protests as word began to spread. Merthyr Tydfil became the battleground for these protests.
Flags doused in calf blood were waved, alongside the burning effigies of prominent Conservatives, by the protesters that filled the streets of Merthyr, calling for "Caws a Bara" (cheese and bread) as so many of the town's unemployed were fast approaching starvation. This is widely regarded as the first time that red flags were flown to represent workers rights specifically. Nowadays the symbol exists as a representation of socialism, even communism, Marxism and anarchism; almost the left-wing working class symbol of protest.
During the protests, dissenters spilled into the Court of Requests in Merthyr town centre and began burning ledgers containing the details of debts incurred by the people of the region, effectively attempting to eliminate debt - removing the weapon of Merthyr's bailiffs against the working class. Rallying under the cries of "I lawr â'r Brenin" (down with the King), the protests continued throughout the month of May.
At the beginning of June, the protesters sought to involve the working local miners in the rebellion, resulting in the shuttering of many of the mines as the workers absconded from their shifts.
All of this caught the eye of the British Government, who responded in characteristic Conservative authoritarian manner and sent in the army to attempt to disperse the crowds and keep order in the town. The 93rd Regiment of Foot were amongst the responders to the call, and they marched on Merthyr to engage the protesters. However the crowd was far larger than they were equipped for, so to prevent being overrun they were ordered to protect some key buildings and people.
A Fateful Engagement
3rd of June, 1831, a meeting was held in the Castle Inn on Castle Street in Merthyr town centre. The High Sheriff of Glamorgan amongst local employers, ironmasters, magistrates and other important people in the town sought to bring to an end the conflict. Understanding the importance of this meeting, a large group of protesters led by Leswyn yr Heliwr (Lewis "The Huntsman", or more likely "The Haulier") as he was known descended upon the Castle Inn to make demands.
Lewis Lewis was Leswyn yr Heliwr's real name, a haulier from Penderyn, a town roughly 10 miles away whose job it was to haul coal from the pits in Llwydcoed to the lime kilns in Penderyn. If this rebellion had any such leader, then Lewis Lewis was it, as one of the most outspoken agitators of the crowd.
Lewis Lewis was effectively one of the 'spokespersons' of the crowd, and the following demands were communicated to those meeting in the Castle Inn - abolition of the Court of Requests, the abolition of all imprisonment for debt, new laws against price gouging, and no hiring new colliers and miners on lower wages than their predecessors. These demands were regarded as 'mild' and somewhat 'reasonable'. Unfortunately, despite the lawmakers acquiescing on the abolition of the Court of Requests, their refusal to protect workers rights, and ensure the freedom and safety of debtors without a guarantee for industrial reform meant that largely the workers demands were summarily rejected. The crowd did not take the news well.
A struggle ensued. The magistrates read aloud the Riot Act, and warned the crowd to disperse. The crowd became more agitated. Magistrates threatened the crowd with the use of force; the 93rd Regiment of the Foot were standing by. The crowd became even more agitated.
The exact blow-by-blow details of the following moments are up for debate, but what we do know is that Lewis Lewis through the anger and adrenaline, encouraged the crowd to disarm the soldiers, and the crowd surged forward, grasping at the rifles of the soldiers. Some were disarmed, others were injured and bludgeoned by the crowd. One soldier, Donald Black, was stabbed in the leg with a bayonet that had been wrestled from a soldier. The soldiers began to fire upon the crowd. 24 protestors were killed, hundreds more were injured on both sides of the conflict.
A source describes the following:
"The street outside the Inn was dreadfully covered in blood, women were screaming and looking for their husbands and sons and the soldiers, too, were in a sorry state, injured and some seemed near death. Altogether 16 soldiers were wounded, 6 of them severely, and up to 24 of the rioters had been killed."
The soldiers retreated to Penydarren House, leaving the town entirely in the hands of the rebellion.
Protracted Occupation
Over the course of the next few days, Penydarren House became the only point of authority in the region, where the town itself was being occupied entirely by the rioters.
From the soldiers, the rebellion managed to commandeer arms, explosives and used these to great effect setting up roadblocks, and taking full control of the town. They began to prepare the town for a protracted occupation, a siege.
Reinforcements were requested and were answered in the the form of both the East Glamorgan Yeomanry and the Swansea Yeomanry. The East Glamorgan Yeomanry, were prevented from reaching Merthyr where they were escorting essential supplies for Penydarren House, via an ambush on the baggage train by the rebellion, forcing them to retreat to the Brecon hills. The Swansea Yeomanry, upon entering the town of Hirwaun, they were surrounded by dissenters. In an apparent peaceful engagement, the Yeomanry were disarmed of their sabres which were then forced to return to their garrison at Swansea in order to re-arm. Their return to Merthyr following their rearming, was hitch-free and they finally added to the numbers gathering at Penydarren House.
Penydarren House sent a detachment of 100 cavalry to try and re-take Merthyr Tydfil, however, since the town had been geared up for a siege, the cavalry were surprisingly outmatched, where again they were forced to retreat.
During this time, the news of the town's violent engagements began to spread to the outlying towns and outside the region of Merthyr, spreading panic amongst the populace. The lack of clear leadership amongst the dissenters led to many absconding from the rebellion. Families began to flee from the riots, and the town of Merthyr began to descend into disarray.
The Ending of the Rising
In an attempt to restore the public confidence in their rebellion, the rioters called a mass meeting. The authorities at Penydarren House managed to send messages to their agents who had joined the rebellion, and those messages began to spread throughout the rioters. The authorities had announced that involvement in the rebellion amounted to high treason and clearly, that all dissenters would be prosecuted to the full extent of the law. This was enough to destabilise the shaky ground already faced by the rebels.
The meeting went ahead at Waun above Dowlais, on the outskirts of Merthyr town, and Penydarren House sent a large detachment of soldiers to the meeting. Some 12,000 unarmed, unconfident, scared rebels faced 450 well-armed and organised troops.
There was allegedly no violent confrontation at this event, but faced with the force of troops, the crowd immediately dispersed into the countryside, all going their own way. It was this 'conflict' that represented the end of the Merthyr Rising; the troops re-took the town, and the industry began to start working again.
The aftermath saw many of the dissenters, including Leswyn yr Heliwr being sentenced harshly for their part in the rebellion. Leswyn yr Heliwr was initially sentenced to death by hanging before being commuted to exile to Australia after a police officer testified that Lewis had personally shielded him from angry rebels at the Castle Inn conflict. The wealthy and royalists in England, in particular Charles Gray, the 2nd Earl Gray (yes, of the variety of tea-fame), was determined that someone should pay the ultimate price by example, so there was no further reprieve for any of the other sentences. Unfortunately, of the two death sentences in result of the rebellion, the one who did not have his sentence commuted was Dic Penderyn.
Dic
Amongst the crowd at the Castle Inn engagement of the 3rd of June 1831, and one of the twelve dissenters who were granted access to the Castle Inn to deliver the list of demands to the magistrates, was Richard Lewis, a miner who was born in Aberavon, in a cottage called Penderyn, but resided in Merthyr Tydfil at the time. Richard Lewis was 23 years old, a large man, and known for being a heavy drinker amongst his friends. He is also purported to be intelligent, and a strong debater, known for fighting for workers rights, sometimes physically. He was known affectionately by his friends as Dic Penderyn (short for Richard, and in reference to the cottage he grew up in).
Penderyn was arrested for stabbing Private Donald Black during the Castle Inn conflict. This stabbing was one of many injuries across the soldiery during this conflict, and was by all accounts, not serious. However, Dic Penderyn was sentenced to death.
Contributing to his prosecution was James Abbott, a local hairdresser and Special Constable for the Police, who testified that he'd personally saw Dic Penderyn stab Private Donald Black.
Private Black however, went on record to say categorically, the man that stabbed him was not Dic Penderyn. However, at this point, the ruling class wanted someone to answer for the Rising. Since they gave Lewis Lewis a reprieve with his sentence being commuted; this move was in-part because they didn't want his hanging to trigger another rebellion - so with Lewis Lewis out of the firing line of the magistrates, they sought to try, convict and sentence someone for the crime as an example to the workers of Merthyr. Dic Penderyn was their scapegoat.
They had one testimony from James Abbott aligning him with the crime, but a conflicting testimony from the victim himself that Dic was not the perpetrator, as well as many outspoken members of the public who saw Dic Penderyn elsewhere in the crowd during the conflict. None of this mattered, all that was required was James Abbott's testimony, and a judge was convinced, and he was therefore sentenced to hang.
His sentence triggered an outpouring of support, from many working-class and their wealthy landowners and employers alike. A petition was signed 11,000 people in the region, and was supported by the likes of Joseph Tregelles Price, the Quaker philanthropist. All this support was hoped to move Lord Melbourne the Home Secretary at the time of the Rising, especially when Price petitioned him personally to commute sentence, but the petition was refused.
On the 13th of August, having been transported to Cardiff, Dic uttered the famous line "O Arglwydd, dyma gamwedd" (O Lord, there is an injustice) prior to being hanged for the 'crimes'. The hanging reportedly caused his pregnant wife to suffer an immediate miscarriage.
He was laid to rest in St Mary's Church in Aberavon, and his body was accompanies on the funeral march by thousands of mourners.
Conspiracy
At the point when Joseph Tregelles Price sought to petition the Lord Melbourne, it very much appeared (and was later reported as) the arrest and subsequent sentence were ordered personally by Lord Melbourne in order to make an example of the rioters, and as such, Price's petition was summarily refused, and the hanging was to go ahead. It appeared to onlookers that the wheels of justice were directed at Dic Penderyn purposefully, and through no sense of the reality of 'justice', but as revenge for the workers of Merthyr's audacity of rebelling against the ruling class. Dic Penderyn was officially convicted of stabbing, but his sentence was to single-handedly bear the entirety of the consequence across the whole of the Merthyr Rising rebellion event.
More evidence of a conspiracy to convict emerged in later years when hairdresser and one-time Special Constable for the Police admitted that he lied under oath, and that he was directly instructed to do so by Lord Melbourne.
In 1874, in America, a high-regarded minister named Evan Evans communicated that a man by the name of Ianto Parker had been the person to stab Private Donald Black, which was confessed to him as part of a deathbed confession. Parker had, upon committing the crime, immediately fled to America to escape justice.
It looks like the Crown and the Parliament got their revenge for the riots by killing an innocent man, when they knew full well the extent of his innocence.
Legacy
Dic Penderyn's legacy is that he is a martyr. He is viscerally representative of the Crown, the wealthy, and Parliaments campaign against the poor and working-class of the country. His ascension to martyr was immediate, and far-reaching. Nearly 200 years after his death, his name is still known. There is a plaque on the wall of Cardiff Market where the gallows once stood, and even as recently as 2016, MP for Aberavon, alongside MPs for the Cynon Valley where much of the conflicts took place, are campaigning parliament to officially extend an exoneration.
Dic Penderyn is innocent.
Dic Penderyn was killed unlawfully by the Crown.
Dic Penderyn is a martyr.
Cofiwch Dic Penderyn.
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Sources:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dic_Penderyn
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Merthyr_Rising
https://biography.wales/article/s-LEWI-RIC-1807
https://biography.wales/article/s-LEWI-LEW-1793
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_the_United_Kingdom#Postwar_reaction:_1815%E2%80%931822
https://libcom.org/library/1831-merthyr-tydfil-uprising
https://www.socialist.net/the-merthyr-rising-1831-rage-rebellion-and-the-red-flag.htm
Consolidation of conflicting facts, my own.
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Favorite Voice Actors
For those of you that know me, you know that my number one special interest is cartoons and the people that voice my favorite characters. Studying my heroes and watching them in interviews became a favorite pass time of mine. A lot of my friends thought that it was really weird and they stopped talking to me because of it. For a long time before I got diagnosed as having aspergers I talked forever about it. I think that both bored and confused people. For me, I love voice acting because anybody can be anything. You can watch a show and years later be like I know that voice it’s insert name here if you’re like me. True, certain actors have something that is brought to every character (I can think of one prime example later on down the list) but it is always about the heart that they put into their characters.
10. Charlie Adler: I’ll admit that I am mostly a fan of him due to the amount of work that he has done and the quantity. This man was the voice of Cow, Chicken and Big Red guy in Cow and Chicken. True, this show was past my time (and if it wasn’t I feel like it would get the Fairly OddParents treatment where my parents would forbid me to watch it.) When I listened to his episode of Talkin’ Toons I found his story’s really interesting and compelling. I can only imagine how much work and effort went into all of his characters in that show. To develop one character is one thing but to be able to switch between them like a deck of cards is a completely different thing. I did however watch a lot of Brandy and Mr. Whiskers when I was younger!! Growing up with that show and hearing him play Mr. Whiskers brought me a lot of joy when I was sick at home and for that I will always be a huge fan of his voice and his work.
9. Jim Cummings. If I were to say that one voice actor had a ton of versatility it would probably be him. I was a major Tigger fan when I was growing up. Not just that but I loved Raymond when Princess and The Frog came out. He is actually my mom’s favorite voice actor. But I also loved CatDog when I would see that on reruns, I grew to love Darkwing Duck and countless other shows that he leant his voice to. Studying voice acting and the people that do it has led to me finding some things out that I would rather not. Especially when I found that he wasn’t actually the nicest person in real life. But, to me that doesn’t matter when it comes to this list. He is here because so many of his characters made my childhood just a little bit happier. When I was thinking about favorite voice actors I considered two things, personality and character content. This one is here just for character content.
8. Bob Bergen: I reblogged a post a long time ago with this man at the helm. What he can do every time I see him do it blows my mind. Bob has been the voice of Porky Pig since pretty much Tiny Toons back in the early 90′s. He has stated that there have been some others but when I think Porky this is the name that comes along with it. Watching him do his thing is something that continually blows my mind. Listening to his life story on Rob Paulsen’s podcast Talkin’ Toons is something that inspired me more than anything. It’s this story of persistence and resilience from a young age. He is one of the few voice actors that actually got to talk with Mel Blanc when he was fourteen. I love his genuine heart and the ability that he has to jump into his character full force. Porky was a big portion of my childhood and I grew up laughing at his “silly” stutter. It wasn’t until I got older and learned that the stutter is an actual art form that I learned something entirely different.
7. Richard Horvitz: Most of you that know me might be surprised at this rather seemingly low placement for somebody that I greatly admire. I mean he was Invader Zim and Billy from Billy and Mandy for crying out loud!! I just bought a print for the man but really when I thought about it, he hasn’t really inspired me as much as my top six have. I love his sense of humor and his love of musical theater but he hasn’t taught me anything life altering. I think that he is hands down the funniest voice actor in Hollywood. I could listen to him make jokes forever and just talk in his voice but at the same time he is so other worldly and knows so much about the craft that it inspired me that way. He is as most of his fans joke “the dad voice actor” complete with dad jokes. I love Invader Zim so much, the show has helped me through a lot of loneliness and emotional moments in my life reminding me to keep laughing at life’s craziness. I also love Moxxie from Helluva Boss. All in all Richard is a fabulous man and actor. He has helped me figure out the kind of person that I wanted to be and I owe him a lot of laughter hours.
6. Greg Cipes: Can I talk about probably my OG hero for voice acting? When I was six I spent a lot of time in front of the television watching the original Teen Titans. My favorite character was Beast Boy his character that he played. When I say that BB changed the way that I think about my life that is not an exaggeration. He was one of the first characters that made me laugh so hard my stomach hurt. Growing up I had to fight people for his validation. It seemed like nobody loved him as much as I did. Cut to me in middle school I’m a bit more grownup and I start channel flipping. I wind up on Nickelodeon and see the reboot of Ninja Turtles. I figure I’ll watch it and see what all the hype is about. I hear Mikey open his mouth and instantly I get this rush of my childhood coming back. It was one of the first times that I made the connection between voice actor and character. Greg taught me so much vicariously through his character. He taught me about fun and laughter, about the importance of feeling lonely doesn’t mean that you’re alone in the world and even if you’re the goofball that doesn’t mean that’s all you have to be. The fact that he is such a relaxed and genuine person only adds to the admiration of this vegan beach bum.
5. Corey Burton: This is a very personal hero of mine. It’s one that I hold very close to me because of one thing. As far as I know, there have been very few voice actors on the autism spectrum. Corey is the only one that I have ever found. He’s the man that actually surpassed every expectation and said screw live performing it makes me anxious I’m going to get my experience through something that I know I’m good at radio. So he does radio and becomes really good at that. Then he goes to cartoons. He does Dale in Chip And Dale Rescue Rangers with a certain feminine icon of mine. He gets Ludwig Von Drake and has been that voice actor since the original DuckTales. Then he hits the peak, he was Mole in Atlantis Lost Empire a big budget Disney movie. I am so often inspired by my top six favorite voice actors. They are the ones that took me by the figurative hand and told me hey you can do get through whatever it is that you are struggling with. It just takes a little bit of laughter through the bad times, and an optimistic attitude that things will slowly but surely get better. Corey was the one that actually got himself to the top of the mountain and got to say that he did it. I admire that about him so much because for a while I thought to myself “Hey, he did it so can I”.
4. J Michael Tatum: In terms of anime voice actors, even though I love a great many, only one has ever remained of legend status. It comes yet again with a rather personal story. I was 17, lost and a little bit confused. I knew that I was ace but I had no idea how to tell my parents. It was around this time when I was getting back into anime due to Yuri On Ice, Space Dandy and Princess Jellyfish. I decide what the hell I’m going to watch some panels of my favorite voice actors for anime haven’t done that since I was thirteen. I had always loved Tatum as Kyoya Ootori in Ouran High School Host Club and France in Hetalia but other than that I didn’t know very much about him. I looked up panels for him and came across one for Florida Anime Con filmed that year. In it, he talked about being gay a lot. It implanted a seed that would inspire me. If he could be out and proud then why was I stoping myself? It might sound silly or stupid to some but to me it changed everything. From that moment on I loved everything Tatum. It led me to discover my love for Rei in Free, Okabe in Stein’s Gate and many other countless roles of his.
3. Tom Kenny: This man right here, he is the OG voice actor special interest of mine. He is the first name that I remember hearing because he did so much for Nickelodeon showing children how he did his most iconic voice. Who is that iconic voice you may ask yourself? Well it’s Spongebob flipping patties Squarepants. If that alone doesn’t put him at this spot then I don’t know what does. Like so many children in the early 200s I spent a good chunk of my childhood with me and my parents on the couch and this show on the television screen. You want to talk about legacy? This man voiced his way into the hearts of millions of children across the united states. I remember the first time I saw his actual face. I was flipping through channels and I saw this man on Nickelodeon. He had a goofy smile on his face and I figured what the hell I’ll give this a watch even though it’s not a cartoon. Then he started talking he introduced himself as Tom Kenny. Then he starts doing Spongebob. My five year old mind was blown. I never forgot his name ever since. Every time I would watch Teen Titans and Mambo would be on that episode I would be like “Oh that’s Spongebob’s voice actor”. It was that moment that changed everything for me. I have never looked back from my main special interest ever since. He has helped me through so much. Whether he be my favorite exorbitant yellow sponge, or Dog on CatDog, or Lazlo on Camp Lazlo part of me will always be with Tom Kenny. Keep making children happy Tom you’ve been doing a great job so far.
2. Tress MacNeille: Hoo boy this is a big one for me. For those of you that haven’t ever been around here before and don’t know the name of my character on my icon her name is Dot Warner (the Warner sister) and this is her voice actress. I hope that she changes your life and inspires you as much as she has mine. When I was nine I had an incredible fourth grade teacher. She showed us Yakko’s Nations Of The World for geography class. She also encouraged us to watch the rest of the show because it was full of educational songs and humor. I went home that day with on thought in mind. I wanted to watch the rest of that series. I go home and I make one distinction, hey that Warner sister I can kind of talk like her a little bit if I try hard enough. It was a little bit harder back in those days and I talk a lot more like her now with the reboot out in the world. This is the first and only impression I can do. I can do Dot and that’s it. And to me that was what mattered I didn’t need to be able to do anybody else. There aren’t a whole lot of woman voice actress’s that can keep working. All we have is Tara Strong, Cree Summer and the one and only goddess Tress MacNeille. Tress has helped me out so much in my life. I have never been the most confident person alive but from a young age hearing her absolutely smack down the actors of her brother’s in the show (Rob Paulsen and Jess Harnell) something about that inspired me. It was around this point in my life that I learned I can speak my mind and just not give a hoot if anybody feels the same way that I do. I can make my opinions known to other people. I was sixteen when I made that discovery and Tress was there for me all the way cheering me on in her Dot voice. I owe a lot to her and I wish that she was more active on social media so that I could have the opportunity to thank her for everything that she has done vicariously for me.
1. Rob Paulsen: If you were surprised by this, we probably haven’t talked before. At least not extensively because my dog do I love this man!! He has inspired me more than any other and he is not just my favorite voice actor but I consider him my ultimate hero in life. Where do I even start with him? There have been so many moments where I’ve fallen in love with one of his characters. I suppose one should start at the beginning. As I mentioned with Tress, my introduction through Animaniacs was Yakko’s Nations Of The World. This moment it changed everything for me because this was the first time that I could actually remember seeing Rob do a role. Yakko was the first cartoon character to actually make an impact on me. It was the first time that I ever loved a character that deeply. It was also the first time I ever made my own character to pair up with a canon character not even knowing that I was doing it. Ever since then a part of me has known okay that’s what Rob talks like. Now thanks to Tom Kenny I can recognize him in other places. And recognize him I did. From there I found that he was Carl on Jimmy Neutron, Mark Chang my favorite character on Fairly OddParents and countless other roles that we could be here all day for. As I mentioned, I was in middle school when the 2012 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles were originally airing. When I watched that first episode, Donatello sounded really familiar to me. So I waited to the end credits only to find out that holy hell that was Rob!! The same person that played my favorite fast talking older brother. I found out about his fight with cancer a few years after it happened. This is when he went from favorite voice actor to hero legend status. He fought his way out of hell so that he could continue to sing “United States, Canada, Mexico, Panama, Heidi, Jamaica, Peru” until the end of his days. Reading his book changed my life forever as it gave me insight to not just the man who made me laugh, cry and cry laughing listening to his podcast but that same man had a whole ass heart and soul that he put into every character that he did. I find it really hard to explain what he means to me. He’s my hero, the one that made me laugh when I was a sad and lonely elementary schooler and the one that continues to bring me back to my childhood every time I see him in a show. I don’t feel the compulsion to give strangers hugs very often but if I ever met Rob I don’t think that I would be able to stop myself from giving a hug and just telling him thank you. Thank you for making my childhood and the childhoods of countless others much better than they would have been without you.
And that’s it folks!! Whew that’s a lot of me rambling but I feel a bit better now. Finals preparation week has officially started for me and I just wanted to give myself this big ol’ boost of serotonin before I went into it.
#Voice acting#Charlie Adler#Jim Cumings#Bob Bergen#Richard Horvitz#Greg Cipes#Corey Burton#Michael Tatum#Tom Kenny#tress macneille#Rob Paulsen
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The Handmaid’s Tale Season 4 Episode Release Guide
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Warning: the Handmaid’s tale season 4 episode synopses below contain plot spoilers
The Handmaid’s Tale isn’t the kind of TV show that suits a binge-watch. Its heart-heavy dystopian story about a brutal theocracy that enslaves and rapes fertile women benefits from a little fresh air between episodes. On-screen torture and suffering are best delivered in small doses.
It’s good news then, that after its first three episodes are released on Hulu in one batch on Wednesday April 28th, the remaining seven episodes of season four will be released weekly each Wednesday until June 16th, giving US viewers all time to digest.
For UK viewers, season four is confirmed to be airing on Channel 4 as usual, but the broadcaster has yet to confirm a start date. As soon as one is announced, we’ll pass it on. The imported show traditionally airs weekly on the terrestrial channel. Seasons one to three are not on Netflix in the United Kingdom, but are currently available to stream on Amazon Prime Video UK.
Below is a complete list of season four episode titles and US release dates, along with the official Hulu synopsis and the writer and director information for each episode. It’s worth noting that actor-producer Elisabeth Moss has added a new hyphenate for season four, making her directorial debut with a trio of the new instalments – episodes three, eight and nine. And if you need a refresher on what happened in season three, here’s our story-so-far recap.
Please note that some of the Hulu episode synopses contain plot details and hints, so avoid reading the summaries if you want to remain unspoiled for what’s to come.
Episode 1: Pigs (April 28th 2021)
Writer: Bruce Miller
Director: Colin Watkinson
‘On the run after the end of Season 3, an injured June and the fugitive Handmaids find refuge at a farm, where the 14-year-old Wife nurses June back to health. June restores her role as the women’s leader. In Gilead, an imprisoned Lawrence tries to avoid a death sentence, and Aunt Lydia reels from the loss of 86 children on Angels’ Flight. The combative Waterfords, in custody in Toronto, learn of June’s feat.’
Episode 2: Nightshade (April 28th 2021)
Writer Kira Snyder
Director: Colin Watkinson
‘June plots revenge at the local Jezebels, before she and the Handmaids plan to leave the farm for the next safe house. In Toronto, Moira deals with the fallout of June’s choices, and Serena and Fred are bound together by a miracle.’
Episode 3: The Crossing (April 28th 2021)
Writer: Bruce Miller
Director: Elisabeth Moss
‘Captured by Gilead, June faces a vengeful Aunt Lydia and ensures a torturous interrogation. Nick and Lawrence collaborate to protect June. In Toronto, Luke struggles with how to help June and Hannah.’
Episode 4: Milk (May 5th 2021)
Writer: Jacey Heldrich
Director: Christine Choe
‘June takes a harrowing journey. Janine remembers a stressful experience in her past. In Toronto, Serena tries to manipulate Rita.’
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Episode 5: Chicago (May 12th 2021)
Writer: John Herrera & Nina Fiore
Director: Christina Choe
‘June seeks out more active rebels, while Janine tries to help her fit in with their new group of survivors.’
Episode 6: Vows (May 19th 2021)
Writer: Dorothy Forentenberry
Director: Richard Shepard
‘June contemplates the possibility of freedom.’
Episode 7: Home (May 26th 2021)
Writer: Yahlin Chang
Director: Richard Shepard
‘June contends with joy, pain and rage as she acclimates herself to vastly changed circumstances.’
Episode 8: Testimony (June 2nd 2021)
Writer: Kira Snyder
Director: Elisabeth Moss
‘June confronts a painful reminder of her Gilead past. Lawrence presents something helpful to Aunt Lydia.’
Episode 9: Progress (June 9th 2021)
Writer: Eric Tuchman & Aly Monroe
Director: Elisabeth Moss
Synopsis TBA
Episode 10: Wilderness (June 16th 2021)
Writer: Bruce Miller
Director: Liz Garbus
Synopsis TBA
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Here’s my list of rules for this shitshow
Also! Please only request up to four (4) characters for one ask. Thanks!
Bold is new characters/themes/content added.
Who I Write For:
Slashers
Michael Myers (Both DBD and Movies)
Jason Voorhees
Brahms Heelshire
Harry Warden
Bubba Sawyer (Both DBD and Movies)
Freddy Krueger(begrudgingly) (Movies only please, I don’t care for remake Freddy at all.)
Thomas Hewitt
The Sinclair Brothers (Vincent >> Bo)
Jennifer Check
Ghostface Boys (Billy Loomis / Stu Macher)
Billy Lenz
Tiffany Valentine
Baby Firefly
Dead By Daylight
All Killers*
All Survivors*
*note: recent DBD updates/characters (Mikaela Reid and onwards) are not included as of right now. Once I catch up on lore and the like, I may then add them to the list.
Outlast
Eddie Gluskin
Chris Walker
Miles Upshur
Richard Traeger(he’s my sister’s mans ok)
Val and Marta (not the biggest fan of 2, but these two were my faves lol
Resident Evil (outside of DBD)
Carlos Oliveira
What I Will Write:
Gore-- Will be tagged as tw: gore
NSFW-- Will be tagged as //nsfw//
Sensitive Topics--depending on the topic of course. Will be tagged accordingly.
Ships--I indulge in Character x Character, so I’m more than open to writing for certain ships(as long as they don’t include my ‘wont’s’)
Platonic Relationships
LGBTQ+ Content
Crack Content (occasionally and depends on the situation/request)
Sibling Relationships
Dub-Con / Non-Con
What I Will Sometimes Write(Depends on Context/How I’m Feeling):
‘Fighting’ over Reader--more inclined to poly but it really depends
Omegaverse(A/B/O Dynamics)-- I read quite a bit of it, but in terms of writing it may be bad. Hopefully will move up a column after some time/practice.
Daddy/Mommy Kink-- I have seen a bit of the light, but still situational.
What I Won’t Write:
Incest
Pedophilia
Periods/Period Play
Pregnancy
Please be as specific as you can when requesting! Requests such as ‘Slashers reaction to’ are frustrating to come up with, so it would help a lot if you request specific characters! Thanks!
I’ll be updating this as I go along, but this is it for now. So yeah, nice.
Pssst wanna get on my good side/make my day? Maybe request some of my favorite characters:
Jason Voorhees
Thomas Hewitt
Harry Warden
Amanda Young (Pig)
Steve Harrington
David King
Caleb Quinn( DeathSlinger)
Legion (Specifically, Julie and Joey)
Sally Smithson (Nurse)
Evan Macmillan (House Wife Trapper)
Danny Johnson (Ghostface)
Eddie Gluskin
Leon S. Kennedy
Jill Valentine
Carlos Oliveira
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