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Horror of horrors! I let my 19th century man take a Grand Tour for enrichment purposes, but he has, unfortunately, now arrived in Italy. He has begun eating—GARLIC! In most of his meals. How am I supposed to convince him to drop this deplorable habit when even the ladies in Italy eat garlic? Please help me save my Man from the cruelest of fates—becoming Italian!!!
Hope is not lost! There's a lot more information I need to know before I can give you my condolences for hearing the dirge of the organ-grinder.
While today we think of Englishmen as being harmed by garlic and sunlight, and unable to enter a residence without a proper invitation—historically they have eaten a spicier diet, with Indian influences like Mulligatawny Soup from over 200 years ago. It's the late Victorian types (ironically raised on imperialist adventure fiction for boys) who need their plain toast cut into pieces before they can consume it.
An earlier 19th century Englishman might be a fan of celebrity chef William Kitchiner. The 1822 (fourth) edition of his Cook's Oracle sings the praises of "the Whip and Spur that Students of long standing in the School of Good Living are generally so fond of enlivening their palate with, i.e. Cayenne and Garlick" and has many spicy and garlicy recipes.
As The Practical Cook, English and Foreign of 1845 acknowledges, "there is scarcely an English family among the higher or middle classes, who does not number among its members a retired military or civil servant of the East India Company" and he probably has a taste for Anglo-Indian cookery, so the book has a whole chapter. Your early-mid 19th Englishman enjoys a variety of ethnic cuisines and may even relish an Irish stew!
Here is another possibility: could your "English" man actually be French? You might not think of this prospect, but the reality is there are a lot of 19th century French anglophiles who love their redingotes and twine anglais. Every 19th century man aspires to speak la langue de Molière—but when he orders a cup of coffee on his trip to Paris, does the waiter give him a knowing nod and bring him Le Charivari with his beverage, or start speaking English and offer him The Times?
Even in the latter case, he may have only developed an unfortunate predilection for the pungent allium. It's not that uncommon for a 19th century man to enjoy piquant recipes—yes, even if he's English.
You can try offering him a variety of foods to break him from this Mediterranean passion, as he may find that less highly spiced foods agree more with his digestion (which will be true especially as he ages).
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Super Titles Round-Up (February 1994)
This month: the Superman family nearly doubles! Plus, some pointless tie-ins.
Superboy #1 (February 1994)
Superboy (it's all right to call him that now) gets his own series! The first issue is about the No-Longer-Metropolis Kid going to Hawaii as part as a promotional tour with his sleazy manager Rex Leech, Rex's daughter Roxy, and his psychic DNAlien chaperone, Dubbilex. Superboy and Roxy are faking a rescue stunt to get the attention of the locals and sell some t-shirts when they run into Sidearm, a small-time villain with robot arms Superboy had previously tussled with in Metropolis (which confused me as a kid, because we haven't seen that fight yet: it'll happen in Superboy #0). Below: Superboy being a gentleman.
Superboy defeats Sidearm and the issue ends with teases for future issues: something escaping from a secret lab under Pearl Harbor, a super-strong stripper (a real knockout, you might say) seeing Superboy on TV and looking intrigued, something about a gang called the Silicon Dragons, and the cliffhanger: Superboy telling some reporters he's only planning to stay in Hawaii for three hours, when he sees that one of those reporters is his friend Tana Moon (AKA the reason why "three hours" turned into "50 issues").
Supergirl #1 (February 1994)
Supergirl gets a series too, but only a limited one (and for 4/5s of the salary, probably). Most of the first issue is about Supergirl having her powers tested in various ways by her beloved Lex Luthor Jr., who would never do her wrong and surely has her best interests in mind. At one point she stops by Smallville to visit Ma and Pa Kent, but then Pa ruins a perfectly nice evening by daring to doubt the purity of Lex's intentions. Supergirl gets uncomfortable and leaves to continue the tests... and then, of course, we find out the real reason Lex is so interested in her powers: he's trying to clone her, and in fact he already has a room full of nude Supergirls sleeping in pods.
Incidentally, my favorite part of the issue is when Dr. Kelley, Lex's physician/former lover/fake mother (long story), covers a hidden camera to prevent Lex from snooping on Supergirl's physical test. I'm taking this as confirmation that Lex DOES know about that camera in the ladies locker room at LexCorp and possibly installed it himself, the old horndog. You know, on second thought, the idea of Superboy being Lex’s clone doesn’t seem that far-fetched...
Steel #1 (February 1994)
Steel gets his own series too! And I'm not feeling it (yet). In this issue, John Henry Irons goes back home to Washington DC to track down whoever is selling the "Toastmaster" guns he designed when he worked for a weapons manufacturer, and visit his family while at it. I like that his entire family immediately knew he was Steel when they saw him on the news -- no secret identity crap. Among others, we meet John's bright young niece Natasha and her troublemaking brother Jemahl, whose juvenile delinquent friends use some sort of drug that turns them into Hulk knockoffs.
Highlight of the issue: John taking down a whole squad of armored goons from the company he used to work for with nothing but a frying pan his grandma threw at him. Later, John uses what's left of their armors to build himself a new Steel suit, meaning that his dramatic decision to quit superheroing lasted about two months (or like two days in comic book time).
Outsiders #4 (February 1994)
The Eradicator is, at least at first, getting along surprisingly well with the Outsiders considering he ripped a team member's arm off last issue (the guy already got himself a new one, though). Together they storm the castle occupied by the vampire who framed the Outsiders for murder and manipulated the Eradicator into fighting them. After causing the vampire to escape the castle like a coward, the Eradicator is like "eh, good enough" and quits the team, making it clear that he doesn't give a crap about helping the Outsiders clear their name. He'll be back in a few issues anyway.
L.E.G.I.O.N. '94 #63 (February 1994)
A (completely unnecessary) tie-in to Superman's mini-space saga: Lobo tracks down Superman again just to take him to a space bar and prove to the regulars there that the two are totally buddies now. However, their friendship ends when Superman saves Lobo from being thrown into the nearest sun and then mentions the rescue in front of the alien drunkards, against Lobo's express wishes. It's a funny ending, but I'm pretty sure Superman just caused everyone in that bar to get murdered by Lobo twenty seconds after he left.
New Titans #104 (February 1994)
Lex Jr. appears in this issue for two pages when Roy Harper/Arsenal comes to ask him for help in manufacturing some weapons, and Supergirl appears for one when she tells Lex she has to speak with him and he brushes her off. I guess this will tie in to the issues where Supergirl joins the team? I'll be reading those when the time comes but I'm not looking forward to it, because this whole era of the New Non-Teen Titans is extremely boring to me (the Tom Grummett-drawn issues that came right before were pretty cool, though).
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The tale of Robin and Gale Hood; Ben Hardy x reader Chap. 1
*Author’s note*
Okay so firs the gif has NOTHING to do with the story, that was just the 1st gif I saw out of the borhap gifs that was displayed. So this came after the success of my Disney Aladdin AU fic so I decided to do a Robin Hood fic, so as a little cast list for you all here’s what I’ve got. I’ll also update the cast list as each new character is introduced so that none of you get lost. Hope you all enjoy this little AU fic starring our beloved Borhap cast.
Also on a side note, any italics written like this signifies a change in narration where the character of Alan O’Dale speaks his own narration verses what I’ll be writing.
Robin Hood: Rami Malek
Little John: Joe Mazzello
Prince John: Paul Prenter
Sir Heston: voiced by Allen Leech
King Richard (mentioned): Roger Taylor.
Alan O’Dale: Freddie Mercury (think 1975 version of Freddie)
Chapter 1,
Robin Hood and Little John
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The legend of Robin Hood. Ahhh yes, that handsome rouge who robbed the rich to feed the poor, who led a band of Merry men and made their home in Sherwood Forest. But there is more to the tale than meets the eye, and more people were involved in his rise to fame and glory. Like me.
Oi I’m over here, the handsome black-haired devil with the harp. Yes hello there my darlings. The name’s Alan O’Dale, and I am a minstrel. That’s an early day folk singer, I go about parading songs from town to town, kingdom to kingdom about brave knights, fierce battles, and of course my favorite stories, love stories.
And do I have two of the best love stories to share with you lovely darlings. Thankfully it all takes place at the same time so I don’t need to run my mouth on for very long. Anyways let’s first open our tale up to two dashing young men walking through the forest.
Two of the best friends anyone could ever ask for. These two young men were known other than Robin Hood and Little John. Now it didn’t start it off that way at first, those two chuckleheads always kept crossing each other’s paths as children and constantly argued and fought over territory, women, you name it.
But when they reached their late teens, Robin was one day captured by the despicable, ugly, and revolting Sheriff of Nottingham. Fortunately with the help of an additional 3rd party, Robin was saved from the hangman’s noose and from then on, Robin and Little John were the best of friends. You don’t believe me, let me sing you a little something.
Tuning the harp, Freddie then begins to play an uplifting little tune as he begins to sing.
Robin Hood and Little John walkin' through the forest
Laughin' back and forth at what the other'ne has to say
Reminiscin', This-'n'-thattin' havin' such a good time
Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day
Never ever thinkin' there was danger in the water
They were drinkin', they just guzzled it down
Never dreamin' that a schemin' sheriff and his posse
Was a-watchin' them an' gatherin' around
Robin Hood and Little John runnin' through the forest
Jumpin' fences, dodgin' trees an' tryin' to get away
Contemplatin' nothin' but escape an' fin'lly makin' it
Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day
Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day
Deep in the forest on top of a tree there hid two young men in their mid to late-20’s. One was a pale white man with long shoulder length auburn brown hair. His eyes were a mixed brownish-green and he was a handsome young man.
The man beside him was around the same age, if not slightly older and had skin that almost seemed to be kissed by the sun. His eyes were an intense blue color that could almost hypnotize you and at the same time make you feel relaxed. His short jet black hair topped off his head.
Together the two of them wore a similar green and brown clothes. Similar to a ranger’s outfit. Fit to camouflage them within the forest terrain, but also enough layers to keep them warm from the elements be it rain, sleet, snow and hail.
The two young men watched as the Sheriff of Nottingham and his men gave up on the search after losing them and retreating back to the city. Once they fled the forest, the two men threw themselves back against the top of the tree branches and laughed their heads off.
“Ohh we sure showed those clowns who the real woodsmen are!” boasted Little John.
“Indeed we have Little John.” It was then Little John saw on top of his friend’s and boss’ famed yellow hat an arrow sticking right through it.
“I wouldn’t be too quick to boast my friend. Take a look at your hat. She’ll not be pleased to see that.” Robin picked his hat up and his eyes widened in surprise and he said as he took the arrow out and fiddled with the newly made hole in his hat.
“Hello. This one had my name on it didn’t it? They’re getting better you know.” He placed his hat back on top of his head. “You’ve got to admit it, they are getting better.”
“Yeah. And when that day comes the Sheriff will have a rope hanging around our necks.” Little John said gravely. He then mimed out a hanging as he proceeded to make a brief choking sound. “It’ll be hard to laugh hanging there Robin.”
“Ha! The Sheriff and his whole posse couldn’t lift you off the ground. En Garde!” he then flicked the arrow right at Little John which went through his own smaller green hat.
“Oi watch it you bastard that’s the only hat she made for me!” Little John exclaimed as he took his hat off the arrow.
“Oh come along my friend. If she can patch mine up a hundred times, she’ll patch yours up as well. At least she won’t kill you for it.” Robin said nonchalantly as he leaned up against the trunk of the tree.
“You know something Robin I’ve been thinking.”
“Thinking that’s a first.” Robin teased. Little John glared at his friend before saying.
“I’m serious here. Are we good guys or bad guys? I mean our famed mantra of robbing the rich to feed the poor.”
“‘Rob?’” Robin tsked. “That’s a naughty word we never rob. We just—sorta borrow a bit from those you can afford it.”
“Borrow?” Little John chuckled. “Then we truly are in deep debt.” Before Robin could say another word, from the distance the sound of trumpets rang out.
He climbed a few feet higher up the tree till he reached the very top of it. He could hear the whole ensemble of a band playing in the distance and he chuckled softly.
“Sounds like another collection day for the poor eh Johnny me boy?”
“Yeah. Sweet charity. So, what’s the plan this time my friend?” Robin slid down the trunk to meet back with Little John and together he laid out the plan.
Just a few miles along a dirt road, the royal ensemble was walking through the forest. The royal band played an up-tempo beat, walking behind them was the royal guard all dressed in their armor and holding their spears.
Some of the guards even carried a very large treasure chest which held the taxes throughout all of England. Then shortly behind the guards was the royal coach of pure gold, and inside it was the vile, selfish, arrogant, man-child that was Prince John, the younger half-brother of the great King Richard.
An Irish bastard’s son. Who claimed right to the throne of England after his mother who was Queen. He was inside his coach happily running his hands through all the gold he had collected from the people as he boastfully cheered.
“Taxes! Taxes! Beautiful, lovely taxes!”
“Sire. You have an absolutely skill for encouraging contributions from the poor.” His talking albino python that he had named Sir Heston. He had Heston ever since he found him as a egg abandoned in the woods. With the help of some magic from the faes, Prince John gave his pet human intelligence and the ability to speak. And once he gained the throne, he allowed his snake to be his right hand man.
“The coin a phrase, my dear advisor. Rob the poor to feed the rich. Am I right?” The two of them laughed. “Now tell me, what is the next stop Sir Heston?” Prince John asked as he held the crown of England in his hands. Heston slithered over to the map and he hummed with interest.
“Why, the next stop is Nottingham sire.”
“Oh! The richest plum of them all. Nottingham.” Heston held a large mirror in his coils and held it up as Prince John placed the crown on top of his head and admired himself in the mirror. The crown slid off down his face as Sir Heston spoke out.
“A perfect fit sire. Most becoming. You look regal, dignified, sincere, masterful, noble. Chival……”
“Now, now don’t. Don’t overdo it Heston.” Prince John scolded as he adjusted the crown to make it fit upon his head. “There. That does it. This crown gives me a feeling of power! Power!”
“And how well King Richard’s crown sits on your noble brow.”
“Yes indeed I—ah King Richard?!” Prince John first started off before snarling by the end. Heston gulped and was soon choked by his master as he proclaimed again “I told you to never mention my bastard of a brother’s name!”
“A mere slip of the forked tongue your majesty.” Heston apologized. “But remember we were in this plot together. After all it was your idea that I hypnotize him…..”
“Yes. And send him off on that ridiculous crusade. Ah-ha! Ah-ha!” Prince John laughed along.
“Much to the sorrow of the Queen Mother.”
“Yes! Mother.” Prince John sobbed. “Mother always did like Richard best.” He muttered angrily before proceeding to suck his thumb.
“Your highness, please don’t do that. If you don’t mind me saying so, it’s undignified for a King to suck his thumb.” Heston said to him. He then slithered up to Prince John and his eyes began to shimmer and glow as he said in a low hiss, “Hypnotism can rid of your psychosis….so…..easily…..” Prince John began to slowly relax but he quickly snapped out of it.
“None of that! None of that!” he shouted at his snake advisor.
“Well I was only trying to help.” Heston said annoyed.
“Help. Help indeed. Now, now one more stunt like that Heston, and you will be walking to Nottingham.”
“Snakes don’t walk they slither. So there.” Heston muttered angrily as he slithered back onto his tree-like pole and lay there pouting.
Racing through the woods putting on their disguises was Little John in the lead. He wore a long blood red gypsy dress that revealed his shoulders. Once he got into the dress, he took out a few rings and placed them on his finger as well some anklets, earrings, and he quickly tied a purple sash around his waist to finish off the look.
While behind him, Robin wore a long blue dress that was fit for an elderly woman and had a long black wig on. He placed a couple of earrings on his ears and had a bandana tied to his head.
As the two of them stopped behind a tree, they saw the royal band coming in as well as the guards and the coach which held Prince John inside.
“Well this is a letdown. It’s only a circus. A peanut operation.”
“Peanuts? Why you dunce that’s the royal coach. It’s Prince John himself.” Robin snapped as his friend.
“Prince John. Alright you and her might be crazy enough to actually rob royalty but I am not having it. I’m gone!”
“What? And miss this chance to perform before royalty?” Robin said as he stepped in front of Little John. Quickly placing his hands over Little John’s fake breasts before backing off and doing a grand twirl of his blue dress. Little John rolled his eyes as he sighed.
“Here he goes again.” They waited till the coach got closer before stepping out and waved their arms in the air trying to get the attention of the Prince.
“Oo-de-lally! Oo-de-lally! Fortune tellers!” Robin proclaimed masking his voice to sound like an elderly woman’s voice.
“Fortunes, forecasts, lucky charms!” Little John proclaimed making his voice go an octave higher to sound like a woman’s.
“Get the dose with your horoscope!” Robin called out again. Prince John pulled back the curtains hearing the proclamations of the two ‘women’.
“Fortune tellers, how exciting! Stop the coach.” He ordered the guards as the entire royal party stopped their marching.
“Sire, sire. They maybe bandits.” Sir Heston whispered to his master.
“Oh poppycock. Female bandits, what’s next? Rubbish.” Prince John scoffed. He turned back to the two ladies who bowed before him and he said. “My dear ladies, you have my permission to kiss the royal hands. Whichever you like.” Both Robin and Little John stared wide-eyed once they saw the size of the jeweled rings that rested along the prince’s fingers.
“Hmm. Oh how gracious. And generous of you your majesty.” Robin said as he lowered his head to kiss the Prince’s left hand while sneaking off a ring from his tall finger. Sir Heston who had seen the ring being taken whispered in Prince John’s ear.
“Sire! Did you see what…..”
“Stop! Stop hissing in my ear!” Prince John scolded as he rubbed his left ear. Little John kissed right over the four rings on the prince’s right hand, secretly taking the jewels right off their encasement. Heston began stammering in the Prince’s other ear which made the Prince proclaim and rub his other ear like he did his last one.
“Heston! You’ve hissed your last!” he took his python by the neck and slammed him into a basket before closing it and sitting on top of it. “Suspicious snake.” He hissed lowly.
“Masterfully done. Ehh your excellency. Now the fun can truly begin.” Robin tempted the Prince as he climbed into the coach with Prince John and closed the curtains. He turned the lanterns down low and said to him, “Now close your eyes and concentrate.”
Prince John closed his eyes as Robin continued to tell him to close them tighter and not to peek. He looked around the room until he found the pile of gold, he did a soft chuckle before chanting out.
“From the mists of time, I call forth ye spirits.” Outside the coach, Little John had a glass bowl tied to a string that was attached to a pole.
“Alright you little fireflies. Glow, glow.”
“We’re waiting!” Robin sung out. That’s when Little John sent the bowl inside and he could hear Robin gasp. “Look sire! Look!”
When the prince opened his eyes, he saw three floating spirits within a crystal ball. He was in pure awe as he said.
“Incredible. Floating spirits.” He went to touch the ball until he was slapped by Robin. He chuckled a soft witchy cackle as he said.
“Naughty, naughty. You mustn’t touch young man.”
“Well how dare you strike the royal hand I—”
“Shh, shh, shh. You’ll break the spell just gaze into the crystal ball.” Robin took the ball with the fireflies and set it down on the table between him and the prince. Robin then began chanting in an ancient Arabic tongue before letting out a gasp. “A face appears.”
The Prince immediately looks closer at the crystal ball intrigued.
“A crown sits on his noble brow.”
“A crown! Oo-de-lally how exciting!”
“His face is handsome, regal, majestic, loveable, a cuddly face.” From outside Little John heard all the comments Robin was laying on the Prince and could help but mime out a gag and roll his eyes. Especially when the Prince began agreeing with everything that was said about him.
Robin then went for the treasure while the Prince was in his own head. But as soon as he reached out his hand for the bag of gold, Heston who had found a weak spot on the basket poked his head out and actually struck out at Robin’s hand.
Biting his lip as he quickly retreated his hand to see it bleeding from the snake’s bite. He let out a pained groaned which got the attention of the prince.
“Now what?” he asked impatiently. Robin swallowed his pain and chuckled softly.
“I—I see your….illustrious name.”
“I know my name! Get on with it!” the Prince cried impatiently.
“Your name will go down, down, down in history of course!” Robin said as he struggled to take the bag of gold from Heston, who had it wrapped around his tail, but with a finally good tug, Robin managed to get the gold and send it towards Little John through the back curtains of the coach.
“Ahh! I knew it! I knew it! You hear that Heston!? Oh no you can’t he’s in the basket.” He then banged the side of the basket and said to his snake, “And-and-and don’t you forget it.”
Meanwhile outside, Little John slowly circled around the coach when he took notice of the solid gold hubcaps on the wheels of the coach.
“Hmm now that’s what I call pure gold hubcaps.” He looked around and stood in front of the back one and unscrewed it from the wheel and shoved it up the back of his dress. He then moved over to the front on and did the same thing. “Oo-de-lally the jackpot.” He muttered softly as he eyed the royal treasure.
However it was completely surrounded and carried by guards. Little John pondered for a bit but remembered a trick that he learned from a friend of his.
The one sure fire way to get a man’s attention away from their post.
He whistled out to the guards and when they turned and saw him, their mouths immediately dropped and their eyes widened. He slowly and seductively untied the purple sash from his waist and began to do a seductive dance.
Shimming his shoulders and swaying his hips back and forth. Little John was light on his feet as he leaped and hopped about like a graceful deer. He then skipped on over to the first guard who was just in awe.
Little John wrapped the purple sash around the guard’s neck pulling him in a little closer. Close enough to kiss him. But to tease him, he shoved the guard’s helmet over his face before retreating back and flaunted the guard, who was still hypnotized by Little John’s performance.
He twirled around before suddenly dropping down into a full split. The guards now began to hoot and holler as they applauded, dropping the treasure. Little John then went up to another guard and took his spear out of his hands and jammed it into the ground.
With the grace of a deer, Little John then began to spin and slid down the spear’s long pole before ending with a pose with his right leg high in the air and he winked at the guards who were now applauding and whistling.
“Ohh stop it. Stop it you boys are too much.” Little John spoke his woman voice.
“That was the best show we have ever seen.” Said one of the guards.
“Well gentleman. It was my pleasure to dance for you. But of course every bit of contribution helps. For you see I—oh I just can’t say it.”
“What is it?” asked another guard.
“No it’s—it’s too painful to speak about.” The guards feeling sympathetic for this beautiful woman all started speaking up and telling ‘her’ that they wanted to hear her story. “Well…..I wasn’t always like this. My husband was beating me, cheating me, then left me all alone with no money. That’s when I—I forced myself to flee even without a cent to my name. That’s when I found Ms. Olga, the elderly gypsy woman I came with. But even then we—we hardly get by with enough food for you see…..I found myself pregnant at the time I left.”
These men were falling for the story hook, line and sinker. It was then one of the guards took the treasure chest and slid it over to Little John.
“Please, take it all.” Little John gave the young guard a surprised look and he said.
“Oh no I couldn’t possibly take all this.”
“Please. My—my mum had to raise me on her own when my father left her. For you and your baby.”
“Ohh you sweet thing.” He stroked the side of the guard’s cheek and Little John dragged the royal chest away from the guards.
As he came around the corner of the carriage, he felt someone bump into him which knocked him over the chest. He turned around and saw Robin wearing Prince John’s royal cape and surrounded by a bunch of gold pieces that had fallen out of a bag that lay on the ground.
“Nice robes your majesty.” Little John teased, his normal accent finally coming out.
“And what of you, you vulgar young hussy. I heard all the wolf whistles and cheering. I could hardly keep the Prince under my hypnosis to swipe his clothes and gold.”
“Never mind that. Just gather the gold and then help me with this.” Robin and Little John then worked together to put as much gold pieces back in the bag as possible. Robin stuffed the bag into his dress then both he and Little John picked up the chess and quickly raced off.
Prince John who had woken up from his dazed state, saw the two gypsy women running away from the scene, the elderly woman wearing his robes. He looked down and saw that he was in his undergarments.
“ROBBED! I’VE BEEN ROBBED! HESTON! YOU’RE NEVER AROUND WHEN I NEED YOU!!” Heston slithered out of the basket and raised half his body length up and looked the prince up and down. “I’ve been robbed.” He choked out as he covered himself up.
“Of course you’ve been robbed!” Heston hissed. Far in the forest, Robin was gleefully chanting as he and Little John made their escape with the royal treasure.
“AFTER THEM YOU FOOLS!” Prince John proclaimed. The guards now realizing they had been tricked, immediately took off running. The carriage soon began to chase after Robin and Little John, unfortunately due to the missing hubcaps, the wheels began to pop off which made Prince John hop out of his carriage and fall straight into the mud.
Leaving him stranded in the middle of the forest trail alone with Heston. He sobbed as he pounding the ground whining like a child.
“I knew it. I knew this would happen. I tried to tell you but no, no you wouldn’t listen. You just have to—” when Heston realized that he had angered the Prince, he began stammering as he tried to warn the prince as he now held a very large mirror, “Seven years bad…..” he then had the mirror smashed onto his head. “Luck. That’s what that is. Besides, you just broke your mother’s mirror.”
“Ahhh! Mummy!” Prince John whined as he began to suck his thumb once again. He took it out of his mouth as he said solemnly, “I’ve got a dirty thumb.”
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Matt’s “Reasonable” Downton Abbey Movie Sequel Pitch
Since I’ve been known to take extreme flights of fancy ... maybe wedding Downton Abbey continuity to Pulp and Classic Adventure stories in the past ... this time I’m gonna pitch something that is plausible on the Silver Screen.
The Summery:
Set in the Mid-1950′s. Lady Mary Talbot hosts a house party at Downton Abbey, like the old days, before the war. However - during the party - a maid is found dead. Miles from competent investigators, Edward Pelham enlists the help of his childhood hero and older cousin, the Earl of Grantham, George Crawley. Once a famed adventurer and war hero - no one has seen or heard from him since the war ended. He has chosen solitude and exile in the seclusion of Crawley House with his young son and his faithful butler Thomas Barrow.
Together, with the help of old friends, the two cousins try to unveil the murderer that is on the loose in Downton Abbey looking to avenge an old sin from the past.
PRINCIPLE RETURNING CAST:
Lady Mary, Lady Edith, and Tom Branson - Michelle Dockery, Laura Carmichael, and Allen Leech
Lady Rose Aldridge, “Dowager Countess of Sinderby” - Lily James
Mrs. Lucy Branson - Tuppence Middleton
Anna Bates - Joanne Froggett
Thomas Barrow & Richard Ellis - Richard Collier & Max Brown
NEW PRINCIPLE CAST
Captain George “The Comet” Crawley, Earl of Grantham - Henry Cavil
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Crippled during battle while Storming an SS held Austrian Castle in May 1945, George Crawley chose seclusion rather than Downton Abbey. For the last ten years he has retreated from the world. Surrounded by Libraries of ancient texts and Medieval Chronicles - glass cases filled with trophies and artifacts from his adventures - George broods darkly over the death of his men and a betrayal by the one he loved most in Matthew Crawley’s old chair by the fire..
However, his young idealistic cousin rouses the once heroic and valiant adventurer back to action with the encouragement of his son Jason Crawley and Thomas Barrow, who believe George has sat idle too long and must become the leader and man of action he once was.
“Well, well, well ... if it isn’t Captain George “The Comet” Crawley himself. The most Dangerous Man in the whole Empire, this one was ... Once.
“Yes, I dare say, and how are you holding up these days, eh, Old Boy?!”
“With a cane.”
Ms. Sybil “Sybbie” Branson - Jessica De Gouw
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A Genius Mechanical Engineer, Sybbie was once the partner and companion of George Crawley on many adventure and stayed by his side throughout the war. However in 1943, during a mission with their SOE Commando Team in Greece, Sybbie Branson turned coat on the Allies and was revealed to be a Nazi Agent ... Her betrayal caused the unintended death of John “Johnny” Bates Jr.
Captured in Austrian Castle in May of 1945 at great cost in George’s blood and the lives of his men by her fanatical suitor and body guards, Sybbie was tried at Nuremberg for helping design super weapons for the Nazis. However, just before her execution, at the last moment, she was reprieved and recruited by “Operation Paper Clip” ... some believed sparing her life was the last thing George did before going into seclusion.
Ten years later, Ms. Sybil Darcy splits her time in Hollywood as an Oscar winning actress and a Southern California Military Base where she helps develop rockets for a fledgling American Space Program. It is only by chance that on another guilt ridden drinking binge that she awakens at the doors of Downton Abbey - her childhood home - where her International Playboy fiance was invited to Lady Mary’s House Party.
“When I’m in his arms all I can think of is home, and when I think of home all I can think of is you. I know what I’ve done is evil and can never be forgiven. And I don’t ask for it from you ... all I ask is that you wait for me ... please, don’t leave me here alone. I don’t remember what this world was like without you in it, And all I know is that I cannot live in such a world. I know you don’t want to hear it, but I love you, and I’ll never stop ... Never.”
Lady Marigold Fraser, “Countess of Tarahill” - Elizabeth Henstridge
During the “Battle of Britain” and “The Blitz” Corporal Marigold Crawley served as a operator and airwoman in the RAF control room. When George and Sybbie’s squadron was sent to break the Siege of Malta and fight in the North Africa Campaign , Marigold would not be left behind. Thus, she resigned commission and became a War Corespondent for her Mamma and Aunt Laura at “The Sketch” - covering George and his men’s exploits from the ‘safety’ of Sybbie’s mechanic’s hanger. Later, during Sybbie’s arch betrayal, Marigold used her media and diplomatic pass as a Marquess’s step-daughter to rescue a hunted George with the help of local resistance. She went on to cover D-Day, Market Garden, and the Battle of the Bulge while attached to a much darker and violent George and his Commandos,
Marigold was vaulted as a “Female Pioneer in Journalism”. But falling in Love with a Scottish Colonel in the British Airborne during Market Garden, she chose marriage rather than her career. But 10 years later the call of adventure is stirred in the societal matron’s blood once more upon her reunion with best friend George and a Mystery to solve.
“Do you ever think of it, George?”
“The war?”
“Would you think me terrible if I told you that I miss it?”
“What particularly do you miss about the Ardennes or Arnhem Bridge?”
“It’s not the places, not the snowy woods all bundled tight together in our freezing foxhole under artillery fire, or escaping Holland on rubber rafts in the middle of the night ... I miss our men, I miss ... waking up in the morning and knowing that we were apart of something, that it was you and me, and the old chaps, against the world ... I miss being useful, George. I guess, I’d rather like to feel that way again.”
Ms. Caroline Talbot - Daisy Ridley
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Beautiful, Spoiled, Clever, Selfish, and Effete, the co-heiress to “Branson & Talbot Motors” has spent her life attempting to get a rise out of her mother. As most desirable of debutantes and Crown Princess of British High Society, Caroline spends her days scheming and contriving against other society girls, of whom she loves to torment. Her nights in nightclubs spent drinking and dancing, waking up in different beds throughout the poshest London Houses.
She loathes her mother, and blames Henry’s death on George, whose Spitfire shot down the German Bomber that crashed into Henry and Bertie’s train during “The Battle of Britain”. With George and Sybbie having never gotten along with, or been able to stand, Henry - Caroline believes George plotted her father’s death.
However, her arrogance and anger is dropped only in the presence of her best and only true friend, her cousin Edward. The only person in her unhappy life of whom she knows she truly loves.
“JUST SAY IT, MAMMA! WHY CAN’T YOU SAY IT! Why can’t you just say you didn’t love him! I’m certainly not the first unloved child ever born to a widow looking for a cheap thrill! I guess I owe you enough thanks for at least marrying Daddy!”
“Oh, pipe down, you spoiled little bitch!”
“Shut up, you Nazi whore! You two ran off to have your little adventures and you never stopped to think, just once, about me!”
“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ! Here we are again! What could you possibly want more of?! Huh? You got everyone’s attention!”
“George, leave it!.”
“No, no more, mom! She got everything I didn’t! She got a mother and father, parents! You left me behind so that you and Henry could start your trendy new fashionable family! You took their side against me! You and Uncle Tom! Just so you can continue to play grab ass with your pathetic little trio! I spent years away from home, Christmases at Aunt Edith’s, all because Henry didn’t want me here! MY OWN HOUSE! And still, after all that, his brat wants more! So, what, Goddamnit!? What do you want from me, Caroline!?”
“YOU! I wanted my brother! I loved you and I needed you! And you left me with HER!
Lord Edward Robert Pelham, “Marquess of Hexham” - William Moseley
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Upright and just minded, Lord Hexham grew up on the stories of adventure and mystery that his older cousins, George and Sybbie, were famous for. At the death of his father in the war, he looked up to his cousin George as a male role model.
Thirteen years later, while on break from Oxford - he is not sure what to do with his life. Determined to save his beloved best friend Caroline from a nose dive of alcohol and sex turning into a death spiral, he finds himself at Downton Abbey - a guest of his Aunt Mary - when a murder takes place. But when the Killer leaves a message that it would only be the first. it seems everyone turns to him - as senior peer - for guidance. Unsure what to do, he goes to find his old mentor, George - who has much more experience in this kind of danger and mystery.
“I don’t know, Marigold ... sometimes I think I’m the wrong man for this job.”
“Nonsense. In fact, rising above the bias of an older sister and the person who helped raise you, I just happen to think you’re the perfect man for the job.”
“I feel ashamed sometimes. There are lads out there that don’t have two pounds in their hands. And here I am, a Marquess, leaving Oxford, to snuggle up to my big sister’s beast, because, I’m frustrated.”
“Well, they are fantastic breasts.”
“I’m serious ... I just, I keep telling Caroline that there’s more in life. But I feel like it’s all just words. Neither Mummy nor Papa were ever so ambitious. And it’s not that I want more power, how could I? It’s just ... I feel like there’s something out there, waiting for me to get into its shouting distance.”
Jason Matthew Crawley, Lord of Downton - Unknown (I don’t know child actors)
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Born in 1944 to an unknown mother of whom George refuses to speak of to anyone. Mary and the rest of the family were shocked and confused to find George return from the war hobbled on a cane and carrying a toddler that was unmistakably his son.
Ten years later the blue eyed raven curled boy attends the local Downton school, but is often pursued by high ranking academies for his extremely high intellect. But George refuses to entertain sending him away. Spending most days with Mary,Tom, and Edith, the boy is famed around the county for his Holmesian deduction skills ... and aptitude for machinery - which his father refuses to allow him to pursue. Serving as his father and ‘Uncle Edward’s’ assistant while investigating the murder, they find him a much bigger help than they thought possible.
“You listen to me, Cowboy ... cause I’m only going to tell you once. You stay away from Sybbie, do you understand me?”
“I was just saying that she’s beautiful -”
“Under no circumstance do you go near her or even speak to that woman.”
“But what does a movie star want with me?”
“This conversation is concluded, mind what I say.”
“But, Pop ... wha -?”
“That’s an order, Cowboy.”
“Ye- yes, Sir.”
#Downton Abbey#Sybbie Branson#George Crawley#Marigold Crawley#Caroline Talbot#Jessica De Gouw#Henry Cavill#Elizabeth Henstridge#William Moseley#Daisy Ridley
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ok so i just kinda felt like doing a thing where i explained some of the songs i currently have on my tma playlist!! all of the songs are really dope but some give off specific vibes and i wanted to share :)
there are a few songs not on here that are on my playlist, but those have a feel that’s just harder to put into words? but check it out if you’re curious! here’s a link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5wvt20Li38IGvataElNhA7?si=gSJGcyVPTnKOgpLfvtNxwg
Oh Ana (Mother Mother)- The Eye. easy. Jon post-apocalypse and a tad Monster!Jon. i mean, with lines like Hop up on a cloud and watch the world decay how could this be anything else? also there’s a lovely tiktok with a slowed version of this that i’ll link (https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJQ2fXRf/)
Mr Loverman (Ricky Montgomery)- Jonmartin! this gives vibes of being in the statehouse post mag 159 but pre mag 160 and they’re just getting comfortable being together. it makes me soft :)
As the World Caves In (Matt Maltese)- Jonmartin again, but this one is directly post mag 160 and the world is ending around them. also just in general the sad season finales like when tim died in s3. sad but beautiful
Michelle (Sir Chloe)- oh boy. this one SCREAMS jude perry and agnes montague. unrequited (?) love and yearning
Take Me to Church (Hozier)- feral monsterfucker (or monster lover, in martin’s case). hozier is good all around for making you feel dark romantic
Wicked World (Matt Jaffe)- basira and daisy! lyrics like There’s only ten commandments, but a million ways to burn just really reminds me of the shady, but well-intentioned things they do and their whole protector vibe
Money, Money, Money (ABBA)- ELIAS. hnng this gives me smug sugar baby/rich bitch vibes. elias is definitely leeching off a peter and pulling some heavy strings with this money. 
I Can’t Decide (Scissor Sisters)- distortion helen! and michael too, but mostly helen! the whole “i want to kill you, but also not” thing is such a distortion vibe. they want jon dead but are too interested to try
Verbatim (Mother Mother)- distortion michael! the lack of gender, the character appeal, the vibes. this song has it all and it’s just spooky and vaguely threatening enough to be spiral aligned.
John My Beloved (Sufjan Stevens)- oh, martin. this is lonely!martin all the way. he’s desperate and so very alone and just wants to be loved. someone give him a hug, preferably jon
Under My Skin (Jukebox The Ghost)- isn’t this the unofficial tma theme song? either way, sick vibes on this one. nice and psycho
Burning Pile (Mother Mother)- this song gives off “jon accepting he’s a monster and will use his powers as he sees fit” vibes. this is a jon who will bust your kneecaps without a second thought if he thinks it’s necessary. another nice tiktok for this one too :) (https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJQ27D2G/)
Body Terror Song (AJJ)- take your pick! with all the body horror in this podcast, this song can really vibe with any of those moments. melanie blinding herself? the worms in jane prentiss? the melting skin of the desolation’s followers? check check and check! also here’s a nikola tiktok with this song, reminds me of when she was about to steal jon’s skin (https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJQ27CmL/)
Ship in a Bottle (fin)- lonely!martin, jon, and peter lukas! the whole ship and being lost at sea vibe is pretty obvious, but i also kinda feel some jonmartin tension. maybe a little pleading? all around a solid song
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I’ve been tagged by @fuckensubtext and @paceees to list ten songs that I can’t stop listening to.
1. Inglorious ft. Skepta - Slowthai
2. Daddy Like - Dorian Electra
3. Killer - Kali Uchis
4. SUGAR - BROCKHAMPTON
5. John My Beloved - Sufjan Stevens
6. The Seed - Aurora
7. Gone - Charli XCX & Christine and the Queens
8. Ni Bien Ni Mal - Bad Bunny
9. Leech - the GazettE
1. Sanremo - MIKA
Tagging: @queermanlad @blatterpussbunnyfromhell @taorinkashikiku @begoneawayawhile @doreenaloysius @larosezen and whoever wants to do it !
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Can we as the internet just make a pact right now that everytime white supremacist fascists trying to take our shit to use for their own gain we'll just respond by virtually kicking their ass?
I'm just getting tired of having to give up funny memes and points of mild pride just because some basement dwelling leeches desided they wanted to take our fun shit, and rub their filth all over it.
Old example: We had fun with our little green friend pepe, but then the leeches dragged them to their nasty shit den, and for a long while there we just gave up pepe. We abandoned them to the pit like he was unsavable.
If a senerio like this ever happens again we need to instantly do what it took us awhile to do when pepe was kidnapped from us. Take our beloved green friend and turn him on them. Memes about pepe peeing on fascists. Memes about pepe slaying nazis in the honor of us, his family. We clawed pepe back meme by meme until pepes master finally pushed through the court systems to sue every big slug who dare took pepes name in vain, and besmirched his honor by using his image to promote blasphemy.
Can we all just agree the next time they try to take our shit we just proverbially shank them by drowing every one of their stolen crap memes with 12 billion glorious memes of said meme just taking a shit on them? Kermit pouring his glass of wisdom tea on them. Crying cat screaming them into the nothing they are. John cena smashing them through the crust of the earth into hell.
They will take no more from me. They want our questionable, but glorious memes? Pry them from my cold, bloody dead hands.
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OF LIFE 153
John 1:4
LIGHT
NAKED LIGHT 8 – HORROR OF THE NAKED 4
Ecc 9:18 Wisdom is better than instruments of war, but one sinner is the destruction of much good. BBE
The last point we are going to review about what happens after Man ate the fruit is:
3. Man became vulnerable as a puppet of Satan; the devil does whatever he wills with the Man who has relinquished control of his life to Mr. Flesh. Read this carefully:
2Ti 2:25-26 Then with meekness you’ll be able to carefully enlighten those who argue with you so they can see God’s gracious gift of repentance and be brought to the truth. THIS WILL CAUSE THEM TO REDISCOVER THEMSELVES AND ESCAPE from the snare of Satan who caught them in his trap so that they would carry out his purposes. TPT
So you see Man, who was made in God’s Image, to rule and reign over His creation, now becoming a mere “rat” in Satan’s trap, to do whatever Satan orders him to do, whenever he [Satan] want.
The scripture above also shows us that under Satan’s “hold”, men irrationally argue over “Truth” and you have to be meek in approaching them, in hope that they will “see reason” eventually.
Sometimes, God has to subject them to “horrendous” experiences to make them come to their senses and retrace their steps back to sanity and to Him.
Do you remember the prodigal son?
Luk 15:14-17 He had nothing left when a severe famine spread throughout that country. He had nothing to live on. So he got a job from someone in that country and was sent to feed pigs in the fields. No one in the country would give him any food, and he was so hungry that he would have eaten what the pigs were eating. FINALLY, HE CAME TO HIS SENSES. HE SAID, 'How many of my father's hired men have more food than they can eat, while I'm starving to death here? GW
I love the way the above scripture said: FINALLY…
Showing us that God deliberately ran him through series of processes to come to the point of “deliverance” from Satan’s stronghold.
First, God sent famine to empty his pocket till he was stark broke.
Then he could get no better job than to feed pigs, and that was not even enough to feed him, yet no one would give him food.
When a “normal” man starts thinking of eating swine food, then he must be cured or else he’d never change.
There and then, he reasoned about where he was coming from and got saved.
Now I ask you beloved: have you ever seen “proclaimed” born-again Christians who defiantly argue over truth and righteous deeds?
What about you; do you not argue yourself and frown seriously?
Tit 3:9-11 Stay away from mindless, pointless quarreling over genealogies and fine prints in the law code. That gets you nowhere. Warn a quarrelsome person once or twice, but then be done with him. It’s obvious that such a person is out of line, rebellious against God. By persisting in divisiveness, he cuts himself off. MSG
I have seen many acclaimed Christians at this point, and when I see that they really don’t want to “confirm” from scriptures about where they stand but only to insist that one is “too spiritual”, I know Satan has them on his “dog leech”.
Would you be shocked if I told you that I know that when some Christians suffer grievously in circumstances of life, it might be because God wants to “shake” them loose from Satan’s trap?
Check yourself: if you suddenly suffer terribly without obvious cause, you might have walked out of God’s will, living in rebellion or defiantly holding onto some heresy.
Do the “acid test” now!
You should know, however, that He does that to you because He loves you. Otherwise, He would leave you alone like He left Judas Iscariot and Ephraim alone.
Joh 13:26-27 Jesus replied, “It is the one to whom I will give this piece of bread after I have dipped it in the dish.” Then he dipped the piece of bread in the dish and gave it to Judas Iscariot, Simon’s son. AND AFTER JUDAS TOOK THE PIECE OF BREAD, SATAN ENTERED INTO HIM. Jesus said to him, “What you are about to do, do quickly.” NET
Hos 4:17 Ephraim has become entwined with idols; leave him alone! ISV
But for someone like Peter, Jesus clearly stood against Satan’s plot to destroy his life.
Luk 22:31-32 Simon, Simon, Satan has made a request to have you, so that he may put you to the test as grain is tested: But I have made prayer for you, that your faith may not go from you: and when you are turned again, make your brothers strong. NET
Take note though, that Jesus did not say His prayers would prevent Satan from using him, but that he would go through the process of bondage but that would culminate in his deliverance.
The PROCESS: The more Peter denied Jesus, the more he was bombarded with trials over his devotion to Christ, until the cock crew and he came to himself.
It seems a pattern, right?
Mat 26:74-75 Then began he to curse and to swear, saying, I know not the man. And immediately the cock crew. And PETER REMEMBERED the word of Jesus, which said unto him, Before the cock crow, thou shalt deny me thrice. AND HE WENT OUT, AND WEPT BITTERLY. KJV
Many of us would like to argue: “a child of the living God can never become a tool in Satan’s hands. We are above him and we trample underfoot their powers”.
I won’t argue with you but we must understand some principles.
Be back on Friday for another look into this subtopic.
May God keep us from the wicked holds of the devil, in Jesus name, Amen.
Keep Shinning!
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Family Always Ends In Blood
Just a small thing I found on Pinterest, thought a few things, plus just writing because I have nothing better to do. This is just a small drabble I guess?
Pairings - Dean Winchester x Sister!reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!reader
Warnings - Character Death.
Summary - The Winchesters’ have never been lucky in the family department, so what happens when they look back on all the deaths, and finally say, “I give up..”
Family doesn’t end in blood, they said.
There was a boy, a prophet of God, with dreams of going to college and having a normal life. His body lay lifeless on the bunker floor, with his eyes burnt right from the sockets.
There was a girl with red hair and shelves full of collectibles. Dean called her the little sister he never had or never knew. Gutted in a bathtub, way before her time was due.
There was an angel in a dirty trenchcoat. Always happy to bleed for the Winchesters. He did. Many times. Never to ask them for anything in return.
And then, there was her. The forgotten sister- or, as John called her the “mistake”. Never was to be born, yet she was a Winchester and she was blood, right? She deserved protection from the hunting world... Yet, she had already fallen victim to the sadistic realm.
“Y/N.. Y/N, baby girl, you gotta tell me what happened!” Dean cried, holding the small women as blood leeched onto his clothing- he didn’t care, he just wanted a do-over. A try again button, even.
“Sammy! Sam! Get in here!” Dean cried over his shoulder, as he tried to bring the girls’ fallen figure closer as a small gurgle left her quickly paling lips.
“D..Dean... I’m sorry... I’m so sorry..” She coughed, a small splatter of blood leaping onto Deans’ freckled dusted cheeks. He flinched at it, yet he continued to hold her close and hold a soft look.
“No, no it’s okay baby girl, it’s go... It’s gonna be alright.” He choked, trying to swallow the lump forming quickly as tears threatened to spill over his hardening features.
“Dean? Dean! What’s... Oh my god..” Sam’s voice entered the tense room, as he quickly moved closer, now seeing the crimson liquid leaking from their little sister- who they hadn’t known longer than a week.
“Y/N/N, hey sweetheart, come on- we.. Dean and I gotta get you to the hospital-”
“N..No! No, it’s... It’s okay..” She coughed while moving her hand to tighten it around both of their flannels’ ears, tears already spilling down Sammy’s cheeks as Dean tried to fight off his own.
“No. We’re not gonna let you die- not like this!” Dean shouted, yet everyone knew he was only trying to convince himself... “Dean, she’s lost too much blood- we should..” Sam started, only to be cut off by his eldest sibling who clung to their baby sister.
“No! Sam! We aren’t leaving her- not.. Not like this.” Dean’s voice cracked and shattered, as Sam’s bottom lip trembled as his kaleidoscope eyes traced over their sisters’ cold, paling figure.
Slowly sinking back to crouching next to his beloved siblings, he placed a large, rough hand on Dean’s shoulder as his other moved its’ way through his sisters’ course Y/H/C as he leaned her forward away from Dean’s bicep, gently placing one last kiss upon her forehead.
“B..Be strong for me, okay?” She coughed, more blood gurgling to the surface as both brothers looked at each other, only to turn back towards her and nod. “I..I love you both.. I’m sorry that.. That we never meant to be f..fam..” Before she could even finish, her breathing died and her eyes began to cloud from her once, rich E/C to a faded, grey film.
“Y/N..? H..Hey, don’t.. Don’t hold out on us-” Dean coughed, as he finally closed his eyes and brought their sister into his chest, cradling her lifeless body as if his warmth, and love could bring her back... Only this time Death won.
“Damnit... Goddamit!” Sam called out, as he threw the knife he had brought with him across the room, the loud clattering of metal echoing through it. Dean sat there as he slowly leaned her body back, pressing his warm lips against her, now closed eyes.
“I.. I give up... I give up.” Dean whispered, breathlessly as he began to rock her in his arms, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as Sam disappeared into the bunker- the loss of another family member already too much to bear- for either of the brothers.
And that’s the problem. When your family’s the Winchesters, family always ends in blood.
#dean winchester#sam winchester#winchester brothers x sister!reader#dean x y/n#sam x y/n#sister!reader#character death#family doesn't end in blood#i hate myself but i love this so much#prompt
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A plumb line for making straight architecture. (Jer29:11) and not for your ruin.
Beloved, I am your friend. Be ye stranger or friend, be ye foe or near🧐🤗. I am your friend. I am not the one smiting you, I am only showing the plumb line of God or money in my teachings.
But by your spirit lord, not might nor power but by your spirit..: 1 his spirit is as natures cadence and lifestyle. 2: Jesus(John's gospel) "the words(bible) I speak to you are SPIRIT and life.
Once Jesus says: today and tomorrow.... But the third day I am perfected. Another time he says they have been with me 3 days already. # he was speaking of the crowd hearing him. So if he's perfected the third day and of those who heard him were with him 3 days, what he meant was. (Isaiah) my righteous servant will save many by his knowledge ,and also (John) you are already clean because of the word I have spoken.
Peter also saw a trance in acts of a (skeuos) great "WHITE" sheet bound at 4 corners and he saw people but described them as beastly critters. God said arise and eat and he said no they are unclean. God said what I have cleansed, do not call unclean. 4 corners is a reference to the whole earth.
He calls his elect from the four corners(Revelations)of the earth.
Jesus died for the sins of the whole world(acts)
Grace is a free gift(Ephesians)
Beloved you can refuse a free gift but you shouldn't. You must accept grace but you also must turn from money to nature and stand on the right side of the plumb line, the right side of the valley. You make grace null and void yourselves by working contrary to the sin of money's destructions he died to save you from. It's still yours though.
" The gifts of God are irrevocable" (Romans)
" We hold these truths to be self evident and inalienable" (founding fathers)
Grace is yours.
" If the law (of man ) could save (nature or you) then we crucified Christ for no reason" (Galatians)
Please step from the pit of leeches (govt and money) back into life (nature and her beauty, the bill of rights is perfect in God's eyes) bill of rights.. big thumbs up.
" We have the mind of Christ" (Corinthians)
God's word and it's end result is the bill of rights
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Michelle Dockery Talks Life After Downton Abbey and Her Fiery New Role
FEBRUARY 3, 2017 @ 1:15 PM
BY: LAURA BROWN
She rose to fame as Lady Mary on Downton Abbey—now Good Behavior star Michelle Dockery is breaking out of the manor.
If Michelle Dockery ever gives up acting, she can spend her days doing endorsements for Great Britain. She arrives at my London hotel room wearing a Burberry trenchcoat and Topshop jeans and carrying a ladylike Aspinal of London bag that she designed. (More on that later.) She then proceeds to pour the perfect cup of tea. “Oh, I love a regular cup of builder’s tea,” she says, sounding as close to a construction worker as she will ever get, as she flips an exotic strainer just so. “I never came across this one in my Downton Abbey days. And we poured a lot of tea.”
Since last March’s final episode of Downton Abbey—the most successful British period drama in history—a lot has happened to Michelle Dockery. In a swift about-face from her beloved character, Lady Mary Crawley, she signed on to play con artist Letty Dobesh in the TNT series Good Behavior. “I was in from the get-go,” she says. “The first page of the script has her working in a burger joint, stealing a wallet from a guy who’s trying to molest her. I was like, ‘I am playing this role.’ ”
Dockery wasn’t looking to shock Downton fans; it just happened. “Sometimes I’ll be up for a role and there’s feedback that they can’t quite see me as another character than Lady Mary. But not this show—it just came along so fast. I wasn’t expecting it.”
And so it happened that the role, which Dockery started filming in Wilmington, N.C., in October 2015, would provide a much-needed escape. Two months later, she lost her fiancé, Irish PR executive John Dineen, to cancer. They had been together for two years, and he was just 34. Dockery won’t talk about the loss—adding a subtle reminder that she is not, in fact, obliged to.
She coped by throwing herself into Good Behavior, with her sister Louise coming to spend time with her in Wilmington. “Yeah, it was a great change,” she says of her relocation. “First thing I did when I got there was go to the beach.”
Dockery looks different too—her hair is longer and lighter, while a smattering of light freckles covers her face. “I like it,” she says of her warmer hue. “And I just wear a lot of sunscreen!” She’s enjoyed a break from the relentlessness of London celebrity. “I’m 35,” she says. “I’m getting to the point where I just kind of like ... ease.”
Recently, Dockery got her driver’s license as well—at long last. “I felt embarrassed that I didn’t have one for so long,” she laughs. “But Letty has to drive. So I had no choice.”
When she wasn’t shooting—a challenging exercise, given she was in almost every scene—the grieving Dockery took care of herself. “Protein in my smoothies, staying healthy as much as I could. And alcohol’s not always the best thing when you’re working that much,” she says. “Not like on Downton.”
Ah, Downton. Dockery’s affection for the series that changed her life is palpable. “I miss those guys. I miss them so much. All those weekdays where we’d all end up back at the hotel with a bottle of wine.” There’s talk of a movie, and Dockery is all for it. “Everyone is waiting for the go-ahead,” she says. “It’s proving difficult to get 18 actors all available.” If wrangling gets hard, why not just knock a few off in a car crash? “Yeah,” she laughs. “If no one wants to do it, we’ll just throw that into the storyline. Matthew’s car.”
She’s curious about what period a possible Downton movie would jump to. “There’s the General Strike in 1926, which is the next year. So ... spoiler alert! Or there could be a bit of a time jump.” Ooh, could Downton jump right into the new right royal hit, The Crown? Dockery imagines the scenario: “Ooh yes, I could meet up with Claire Foy. Lady Mary goes to see her friend.” She slips into Mary’s immaculate accent. “ ‘I’m going in to see Elizabeth. We’ve become acquainted recently.’ ”
Dockery, of course, has her own posse of actor mates. Beyond the Downton cast—particularly Laura Carmichael and Allen Leech—there’s Lupita Nyong’o, her co-star in the 2013 thriller Non-Stop, and Gwendoline Christie from Game of Thrones.
“She has all these expressions,” Dockery says. “She calls it Nest of Tables. She’s brilliant.”
One thing to know about Dockery: She is rather a fantastic dancer and DJ. She has a playlist named “DJ Dockers” that she pulls out on worthy occasions, like when she was shooting the new “feminist western” series Godless last year in New Mexico. The show is set in a curious town called La Belle, where all the residents are women. “There’s a saloon and everything!” Dockery says. Off set, the girls just got down. “We’d have these dance parties and I’d DJ.” On her extensive playlist: “Juicy,” by Notorious B.I.G.; “Love Like This,” by Faith Evans; “Sorry,” by Justin Bieber; and “Drop It Like It’s Hot,” by Snoop.
So if work is a curative, Dockery’s prognosis is excellent. She’s enjoying her return to London. “I’ve been hibernating a bit since I’ve been back.” She is also delving further into her collaboration with storied British label Aspinal of London. She cracks open the Dockery, a classic black croc doctor’s bag, which comes in a rainbow of colors. “It’s based on a bag that my grandmother had, because I loved the way it opened. I love wearing bags like this.” Alongside the Dockery, there’s the Dockery Snap, which is not a dance move but a close cousin to the original, and a line of vintage style scarves featuring animals in dreamlike woodland scenes. Lady Mary would be very impressed.
In the near future, Godless and The Sense of an Ending—a relationship drama out in March, co-starring Jim Broadbent—can only mean more red-carpet twirling, and Dockery is more than game. A recent favorite: “I just loved the Oscar de la Renta dress I wore for the Emmys,” she says. “That dress was so beautiful.” On Instagram is a clip of a gleaming Dockery, in said silvery gown, getting down to “Juicy” in the back of her limo. “It’s so funny, the things that go on behind the scenes,” she notes. “There’s a whole array of different Spanx you can wear. You know those Spanx that have butt pads in them to make your bum look more curvy? I put them on the other way once, just for a laugh.”
That’s the thing about Dockery: She’s kind of unsinkable. Whether it’s her British unflappability or her love of her work, she keeps calm and carries on. She wears her celebrity—overwhelming as it can be, especially in grief—as elegantly as Lady Mary’s gloves. “What I’ve learned to do is to have as much fun with it all as possible,” she explains. “I’ve traveled, I’ve seen and met extraordinary people and been to amazing places. Things I never dreamed I would experience in my life.”
But when it comes to her personal life, Dockery will never be “Access all areas.” “It’s important for me personally that I keep a little bit held back. Well ... a lot, in many ways.” She smiles and pours another cup of tea.
http://www.instyle.com/celebrity/michelle-dockery-life-after-downton-abbey-new-role
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Superman: The Man of Steel #23 (July 1993)
REIGN OF THE SUPERMEN! In this issue: Steel vs. Superboy! I mean, "Superman” vs. “Superman”. The Man of Steel is battling some hoodlums armed with hi-tech killer weapons when the Metropolis Kid decides to butt in and "save him" in front of the cameras that follow him 24/7. (Side note: Was Superboy the first '90s reality TV star?) The Kid draws all the firepower to himself... accidentally causing the bad guys to shoot down a Daily Planet helicopter containing Lois Lane. The chopper blows up, signaling the death of a classic and beloved DC Comics character: Frank the helicopter pilot. RIP.
Lois, meanwhile, manages to jump out of the exploding chopper in time (probably out of pure muscle memory) and is rescued by Steel in a rather familiar-looking scene.
Lois tries to turn the tragic situation into an exclusive interview with Steel, but Steel has something more important to do: chewing Superboy's butt for scaring off those criminals he was trying to interrogate (and, you know, causing a man's death). The Kid is like "I'm da real Superman, yo!" and bails... but as he flies away, he actually starts questioning his half-assed approach to superheroics. I'm sure Frank's wife and 12 children would find great comfort in that.
Meanwhile, Steel is approached by Lex Luthor Jr., who wants to offer him a job as one of his armored security guards (because having one S-shielded superhero in his pocket isn't enough for him). To butter Steel up, Lex offers him the location of the White Rabbit -- aka, the lady distributing all those highly advanced weapons to street gangs. Steel thanks Lex for the tip and immediately ditches him, making it clear that his services aren’t for sale.
Steel drops by the White Rabbit’s penthouse, and she turns out to be an old flame from his time as a weapons designer for the military. Things almost get steamy for a second in there, until Steel remembers that this lady has made him indirectly responsible for countless deaths (all those weapons are his design). Once she takes the hint that Steel won’t work for her (either), White Rabbit just shoots him point blank with one of those big-ass guns, launching him off the building and into a convenient tanker parked outside.
Superboy (who was following Steel to apologize for being a dick) flies in just in time to pull Steel’s body from the resulting tanker explosion:
By the time Superboy and Steel return to White Rabbit’s penthouse, the place is already empty. The two Supermen then bond over that whole “we’ve both caused innocent people to die today” thing and part amicably. Awww!
Plotline-Watch:
Ponytailed scumbag Jeb Friedman, having given Lois Lane WEEKS to recover from her fiance’s supposed death, urges her to “forget Clark” and go to Cairo with him. Don Sparrow says: “I hesitate to even mention that the hated Jeb Friedman appears here, and even Jimmy doesn’t want Lois rebounding with him. Serious question, though: are we supposed to hate Jeb? Or is it just happenstance?” If we weren’t supposed to hate Jeb, would they have given him a ponytail, Don?
After meeting Steel, Lois reflects on the fact that the other Supermen may look like Clark, but Steel is the only one who acts like him. Obviously she doesn’t think Clark’s already been reincarnated as an adult black man, but she does seriously wonder if ghostly possession is a real thing.
I love how efficiently Steel’s backstory is presented in this issue. As he and White Rabbit are about to lock lips, we see a handful of black-and-white panels showing the two working together for the military, hooking up, finding out his weapons were being used against innocents in Qurac, and then a flashback-within-the-flashback of Steel’s grandparents having just become victims of gang violence. It’s only half a page but it tells you everything you need to know about this dude and his motivation.
Superboy burns his hands while rescuing Steel, even though a clone of Superman should be equally invulnerable. Hmm. Hmmmm. Hmmmmmm.
The issue ends with Supergirl telling Lex she’s going off to look for Superboy, which leads to the next issue of Adventures.
And this leads to the end of my section! For more commentary, Easter eggs, and gratuitous images of White Rabbit, check out Don Sparrow’s section after the jump:
Art-Watch (by @donsparrow):
Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like none of the other four Superman titles seems as swayed by the importance of the storyline as SMOS. What do I mean? I mean that when it’s a big storyline, like Panic in the Sky, or Doomsday, the art on the title really seems to rise to the occasion, and there’s some standout stuff being produced. But in the meantime, when a story doesn’t feel as important, the quality seems to dip a little. To me, this is one of those issues. We begin with the cover, and it’s not one of Bogdanove’s best. Sure, his artwork could be called cartoony at the best of times, but this one really took on a loose, loony tunes sketchiness, particularly in Superboy’s “ain’t I a stinker?” expression and giant wall of teeth. He looks less like a 16 year old than he resembles Rex Leech, a character we’ll come to know better in time.
Inside, the story gets off to a slow start, as we’re abruptly thrown into a video of wannabe gangsters, moving in on where they think they’ll find John Henry Irons. The double page splash revealing his location is an exciting one, and Dennis Janke does some interesting things with his hatching to indicate the shine of the metal, leaving certain areas unhatched to show a glimmer.
Bog’s depictions of The White Rabbit continue to push the envelope for how much skin a comic code approved book can show, both on page 7, and then later in the book. [Max: This next sequence of panels burned itself into my young mind. Because of the cool panel layout, I mean.]
[December 2018 edit: White Rabbit’s body has been covered with Mike Carlin’s face so that Tumblr doesn’t delete this post. Sorry.]
Page 8 brings us a long sought after in-comics cameo. If you’ll recall, back on one of my first reviews on this site, I interviewed the great Tom Grummett and asked him if there were any Easter Eggs that we should look out for while we were reading. He answered that "My personal favorite moment was when Jon Bogdanove drew me in a scene with Jimmy Olsen in one issue of Man of Steel. I’m the one with the moose on his shirt. Happy hunting.” Well, we need hunt no more, as a certain fellow pops up, arguing with Jimmy Olsen, and what’s that on his shirt? A moose?! Found you! [Max: Are we the first on the internet to point out this cameo? I don’t have time to look it up, so let’s go with “Yes”.]
I also love the little gag in the lettering, where the first part of “Saskatchewan” (Tom’s home province) is shown as “Saskatch” and then below that Bog has written “W-1”, phonetically completing the phrase. It’s also a very Neal Adams-y couple of panels when Jimmy and Tom start to get heated debating who the real Superman is. [Max: I wonder if the Neal Adams-esque panels above are homaging a specific Adams comic, or just his “intense argument” poses in general...] Then a page later, there’s an unmistakable rendering of another Super-Teamster, none other than group editor Mike Carlin, scanning the police radio for scoops.
As the story progresses, there’s a great shot of the Metropolis Kid (who they refer to as Superboy on this page, without a rebuttal from the Kid) showboating and holding one hand behind his back. But, on the page that follows, a pretty heavy end for Daily Planet chopper pilot “Frank”, made all the more sickening by the lack of concern from the Kid leading up to this point.
Some great visual callback on page 12, as the mob scene when the Man of Steel rescues Lois Lane recalls the meet-cute at the shuttle disaster wayyyy back in MOS #1.
The scene were John Henry confronts the Kid about his carelessness is well-done, even if it gives way to another mention of the preposterous ‘spirit-walk-in’ idea, which even these characters seem to find tenuous.
The flashback with White Rabbit does a good job of filling in the gaps of John Henry’s history (interesting how similar Irons’ motivation is to that of Tony Stark’s, at least in the movies) but it’s an odd scene—not just because of the aforementioned vamping from White Rabbit, but also Irons’ inaction in the scene—he went there to capture her, but mostly just stands around and then lets her stroll back over to the bed, where a weapon is clearly visible from where he’s standing. [Max: Can’t imagine what else he could be looking at.]
As The Metropolis Kid rescues The Man of Steel, we get more looney tunes-style comedy, when the Kid comedically blows on his burning hands, trying to cool them. They seem to be working hard to establish how different his powers are from Kal-El’s, though they eventually go back on almost all of this stuff.
Moving on, we get a really nice look at Lois at a rainy window, once again musing on how the Man of Steel, while physically the most removed from Kal-El, seems to embody his “soul” more than the rest.
STRAY OBSERVATIONS:
Is the cameraman gangster supposed to be a riff on Spike Lee? The glasses seem pretty similar to ones Spike wore at the time.
How is it that we never noticed such a giant, futuristic tower on the Metropolis skyline before?
Jimmy Olsen wearing a Spin Doctors t-shirt is a little too meta for my head, since one of their biggest hits was “Jimmy Olsen’s Blues”. What does the DC Universe Jimmy think when he hears a song about himself, lusting after Lois Lane? They were also one of my favourite bands when this issue came out, so my mind was doubly blown.
What is it with Lex hanging onto VHS tapes? Thank God he never got his hands on that one of Big Barda! [Max: Dammit, I’d JUST managed to erase that from my mind, Don.]
#superman#louise simonson#jon bogdanove#dennis janke#steel#superboy#sydney happersen#white rabbit#ron troupe#tom grummett#mike carlin#jeb friedman#spin doctors#supergirl#possibly spike lee#rip frank chopperson#reign of the supermen
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Taboo Truths About the Comanche
Were Native Americans really kinder, gentler and more spiritual?
Turner was working his way through a box of bones in an Arizona museum in the 1970s when he said to himself, "Holy smokes." He suddenly realized that these human bones were the remains of a meal. These Native Americans had been butchered, cooked, and eaten. The bones showed typical evidence like cutting at key points to remove meat from bone. Diners had lopped off the tops of human skulls and placed them, face out, around fires in order to cook up and gain access to tasty brains. Before eating these peoples' brains, the diners had gazed at their agonized, slaughtered faces staring out at them from the cook fire.
Turner dated this horror repast, this cannibal cafeteria, between 900 AD and 1150 AD – three hundred years before Columbus arrived in North America. He found seventy-two sites with cannibal remains. Tons of human meat.
October 11, 2017, Danusha V. Goska
I used to, on some level, accept the popular notion that Native Americans were more spiritual and in tune with nature than European Americans, and that it was European Americans who brought war, sexism, and environmental degradation to an otherwise innocent, peaceful and Edenic Native America.
As a kid I bought slim paperbacks from the Scholastic Book Club that taught me that Native Americans planted dead fish in their agricultural fields in order to fertilize them. I learned that North American Indians didn't have the wheel, bronze, iron, or steel, or writing. They cooked acorns by dropping hot stones into holes dug in the ground and filled with water. The acorns had to be soaked in advance in order to leech them of toxins. I thought of how cumbersome and time-consuming that cooking method would be, and how bland a meal a soaked acorn would provide.
In popular culture, Native Americans were the spiritual and natural corrective to modern Americans, who were seen as greedy and divorced from nature. On TV, Iron Eyes Cody witnessed American pollution and a visible tear flowed down his creased and weathered cheek. Of course Iron Eyes Cody was actually Sicilian but hey. The commercial meant well.
Chief Seattle was alleged to have given an eloquent speech about protecting the environment. He compared the Native American harmony with nature and the White Man's greed. Chief Seattle's environmental speech is a hoax. The version most people know was written by a white, Christian man from Texas.
My environmentalist and politically correct friends were deeply offended by the "kill theory" of megafauna extinction. How did wooly mammoths and saber toothed tigers disappear? Native Americans probably wiped them out. That's one theory, the "kill" theory. Other theories are the "chill" theory – cold weather killed the megafauna, and the "ill" theory. They died from disease. The kill theory depicted Native Americans as just like all other humans – not "in harmony with nature" but eager to exploit nature and heedless of the long-term consequences of such exploitation.
Christy Turner is a forensic anthropologist specializing in teeth. Native Americans have different teeth than European Americans. Their teeth are shovel shaped.
Turner was working his way through a box of bones in an Arizona museum in the 1970s when he said to himself, "Holy smokes." He suddenly realized that these human bones were the remains of a meal. These Native Americans had been butchered, cooked, and eaten. The bones showed typical evidence like cutting at key points to remove meat from bone. Diners had lopped off the tops of human skulls and placed them, face out, around fires in order to cook up and gain access to tasty brains. Before eating these peoples' brains, the diners had gazed at their agonized, slaughtered faces staring out at them from the cook fire.
Turner dated this horror repast, this cannibal cafeteria, between 900 AD and 1150 AD – three hundred years before Columbus arrived in North America. He found seventy-two sites with cannibal remains. Tons of human meat.
At one site, the cannibals slaughtered a family, butchered them, cooked them, ate them, and then crapped their remains out into the most sacred and beloved spot in a home – the family hearth – the source of heat, light, sustenance, and companionship. A coprolite, or fossilized feces, was found in the family hearth. It contained human remains, proof positive of Turner's cannibalism theory.
Turner published his research. He called the cannibals "thugs" and "Charles Manson types."
He was demonized. How dare you, you nasty white man named "Christy," as in the evil Christian Church (yes Turner's critics did say things like this), how dare you vilify Native Americans? Turner is hated to this day.
I was shocked when I read Turner's research. On some level I really believed that Native Americans were kinder and gentler and more spiritual.
I went to the National Museum of the American Indian run by the Smithsonian Institution. I learned there that Pizarro was able to conquer the Inca Empire with fewer than two hundred Spanish soldiers. Native American soldiers fought with him against the Inca. There must have been some mighty hatred for the Inca on the part of their Native American neighbors.
The Aztecs bragged of sacrificing 80,000 victims at the re-consecration of Great Pyramid of Tenochtitlan in 1487. A review of a museum show of Aztec art called it "chilling" and "terrifying." Writing in "The Guardian," journalist Laura Cumming called Aztec art "the most alien of all art. There are no images of moving animals, as in the caves of Lascaux. There are no accounts of great deeds, or commemorations of great leaders as in the art of the Pharaohs. Unlike just about every other culture in history, the Aztecs did not represent women, or women with babies, or, indeed, children at all. Nor, to be fair, did they ever depict men except as priests or warriors half-skeletonized in the jaws of death.
If they had any interest in the human spirit, in friendship, sex or emotion, then they certainly never showed it. The last thing you would expect from them would be anything as human or intimate as a portrait…As far as I can see, pretty much the entire purpose of Aztec art was to scare the living daylights out of everyone who saw it…Even the flea is monumentalized in stone because it lives by sucking blood.
It is impossible to look at all these objects without seeing them as the emblems and tools of a vast, putrid slaughterhouse. Nothing in Aztec art speaks of humanity or beauty. There is no attempt to inspire the sacrificial victim with rewarding images of the afterlife or to celebrate the gifts of the gods."
Obviously Ms. Cumming did not receive the memo on political correctness or cultural relativism.
Some promote Native Americans as gender heroes. The idea is that sexism is a modern invention, or that Christianity is to blame, and the further one gets from civilization and Christianity, the better things get for women and homosexuals, or "two spirit" people or berdaches.
Others acknowledge that it's not that simple. The Amazonian Yanomami is one of the most remote tribes on earth. They are very violent, including towards women. Gang rape is a fact of life. Husbands beat and burn their wives to establish dominance. According to David Good, who was born of a Yanomami mother and an anthropologist father, the language has no word for "love." When his anthropologist father left the village, his mother was gang raped by over 20 men. She had no husband to protect her.
I recently re-watched John Ford's classic 1956 western "The Searchers." The film is so rich whenever I watch it I simultaneously google various features of the story. "The Searchers" depicts settlers in 1860s Texas. Comanche warriors raid a homestead, murder four family members and kidnap the youngest, Debbie, to raise as one of their own and eventually marry her off to Scar, the chief. The plot is inspired by the kidnapping of Cynthia Ann Parker who was the mother of Quanah Parker, the last chief of the Comanche.
Every American knows how we are supposed to react to "The Searchers" now. Back in 1956, when it was first made, Americans were supposed unquestioningly to accept the film's depiction of the Comanche as scary warriors who did horrible things to captives, especially women captives.
Now we are supposed to doubt and mock that official narrative. We are supposed to understand the Comanche as noble warriors defending their homeland against white, Euro-American Christians, who are supposed to be the real savages.
That's not what I found out through Google. What I found out through Google was pretty nightmarish.
The Comanche were no more native to Texas than the European Americans. They had started out in Wyoming. Europeans brought horses to the Americans, horses that had previously been driven to extinction in North America by kill, ill, or chill.
The Comanche adopted the horse and a mentality of "total war." They made furious war on other Native Americans, including the Apache, whom they "nearly exterminated," according to S. C. Gwynne, author of "Empire of the Summer Moon."
In "The Searchers," John Ford never shows or tells exactly what the Comanche did to their captives and their slaves. One can find out, though, through a Google search. I read material that utterly shocked me. I don't want to repeat the worst things. I'll just repeat one death – they took a white slave captive's baby, tied a rope to him, and dragged his infant body through cactus plants until he died.
One sixteen-year-old captive was repeatedly burned over eighteen months until her face was roasted away and her body was covered with bruises and burns.
One captive, Rachel Plummer, turned on her tormenter and began beating the Comanche. Once the captive had the upper hand, she nearly beat the Comanche to death. She reported that other Comanche stood around and watched their fellow tribeswoman being beaten to death by a white captive, and enjoyed it as an entertaining spectacle.
Once the captive had defeated the Comanche woman and she lay prostrate, no other Comanche would help her. The white captive did so, dragging her to a shelter and dressing her wounds. Plummer reported that beating a Comanche nearly to death earned her status in the tribe, and after that she was treated as an equal. S. C. Gwynne characterizes the Comanche as possessed of a "demonic immorality." Their enthusiastically sadistic rapes "border on criminal perversion if not some very advanced form of evil."
After reading about the Comanche, I had a taboo thought. "I'm glad the Comanche lost."
I'm not saying that the conquest of the Americas was not a bloodbath initiated by Europeans on less developed and often defenseless Native Americans. Of course I acknowledge the massive human suffering and injustice. And most tribes were not the Comanche or the Anasazi cannibals or Aztecs.
But in this one case, the case of European settlers in Texas v. the Comanche, I'm glad the Comanche lost. If their way of life is accurately depicted in the accounts I read, a way of life in which constant war, enslavement of non-Comanche, rape and torture were central features, I'm glad that that culture was defeated.
This conclusion is totally at odds with the politically correct worldview that insists that Europeans and Christians as the source of problems like sexism, cruelty and war. It's totally at odds with the centuries-old concept of the Noble Savage.
David Good, the son of an anthropologist father and a Yanomami mother, reports an anecdote.
"I remember the wife of a very prominent anthropologist — I was 12 or 13 at the time — asking me what I wanted for Christmas. I said, 'A Nintendo 64 with Super Mario Bros.' She looked at me in horror and said, 'Oh, my God. You're a typical American kid. I thought you'd be different.'"
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Revisiting An Illustrated Ghost-Story of Christmas
About this time last year I brought you a look at five illustrated editions of the beloved Charles Dickens story, A Christmas Carol, that ghostly, redemptive journey of one soul through Christmas Past, Present, and Yet to Come.
For this year I thought that idea worth a revisit and an expansion. I tracked down some more of my favorites and yours as well! Going through your comments from last time, I found a few versions that were new to me and I've included those here.
Though it's been 174 years and countless illustrated editions of the book what remains is the myriad of ways to approach any given scene. From the arrival of Jacob Marley to the vision of Scrooge's own grave, I present evidence that the solutions are endless.
A Christmas Carol in Prose, Being a Ghost-Story of Christmas by Charles Dickens.
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John Leech. The original illustrated edition. 1843.
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Brett Helquist. 2009.
I remember the moment I first laid eyes on Brett Helquist's work. I was in a Barnes and Noble and I picked up a book in this new series I'd been hearing about, A Series of Unfortunate Events. I've been a fan ever since.
I love the way Helquist builds with shapes and the how he does this kind of hatching within the textures. It's wonderful. Speaking more specifically about this edition, man, do I ever love the larger than life Marley. That's such a brilliant idea.
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Arthur Rackham. 1915.
It's sobering to think of Rackham working through these illustrations during 1915, the second year of The Great War. I checked my copy of Arthur Rackham: A Life with Illustration by James Hamilton to see what, if anything, was noted about this time in his life.
This was the first Dickens story Rackham had attempted, and despite its ghostliness, and the opportunities for the supernatural that story presents for its illustrator, Rackham did not exploit these to the full. ... It's as if, in choice of his subjects, he voluntarily passed by the opportunity to terrify his readers with too many ghosts and images of retribution, and chose instead to calm them with pictures of sliding on the ice in smoky London, dancing with Mrs. Fezziwig and children bouncing about on Christmas Eve. Perhaps caught by the national anxiety and tragedy of wartime, Rackham voluntarily softened his interpretation of Dickens' story in a way he might not have done eight or ten years earlier - or indeed twenty years later with Poe's Tales.
Despite that, as you can see, I chose the spookiest ones to include here. There's some top-notch grumpy old man face Rackham on display. I mean, just look at that Scrooge nose.
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Roberto Innocenti. 1996.
Italian illustrator Roberto Innocenti was a new find for me, from one of your comments, in fact. I had a hard time tracking down any larger images online but this piece above is just lovely.
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P. J. Lynch. 2006.
One of the more recently illustrated editions on this list is by the prolific Irish illustrator P. J. Lynch. This is a truly beautiful collection by a living legend.
If that final piece of Scrooge playing in the snow doesn't lift your heart, well, I'm sorry to say that you might actually be dead: to begin with.
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Lisbeth Zwerger. 1988.
Another edition which proved difficult to find quality images online, nonetheless, Zwerger's inimitable watercolor and unique compositions are on full display.
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C. F. Payne. 2017.
Ok, fine, a little bit of a cheat in that it's not a new edition of the book but just look at this! Your move, entire publishing industry.
Payne's Instagram is a gold mine and he's constantly posting great new work.
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Trina Schart Hyman. 1983.
What more could I say about Trina Schart Hyman? I adore her work. Rather than me go on about it, I'll let her ink and paint do the talking.
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Carter Goodrich. 1996.
As before, I'm probably showing my hand here by posting this as the final one so I'll just come out and say it: This is my favorite illustrated edition of A Christmas Carol.
If you haven't happened to have seen it, I'm not exaggerating when I say that every single piece in this book is a masterclass in design, storytelling, and composition. The warmth and life of the characters, the glowing color and impeccable values, the despair and joy written on Scrooge's old face...
I'm in absolute awe every time I crack it open.
(And the story is pretty good, too.)
from Muddy Colors http://ift.tt/2BfpsNp
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