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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 11 days ago

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Heart of the Matter--Chapter 1: Angel

Joe meets his rather elusive football icon, Trey Dominic, and worries he might barely be able to get a sentence out. But what waits for him is so much bigger than one singular first impression.

With matters of the heart on the line, every play will count.

Black Female OC x Joe.

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Trey Dominic is a quarterback’s wet dream when it comes to being a running back.

Phenomenal wide receivers and tight ends get a lot of glory. There’s purpose and power in the offensive line, to hold strong too. But to Joe, in his entire career studying and playing football, he’s beyond certain he’s never actually seen a running back quite like Trey Dominic. A versatile player, strong enough to defend, agile enough to break tackles, light on his feet, a vertical that really should be illegal, a hawk like gaze, an awareness of space who’s around him, how much time he has before he’s tackled, the kind of IQ that’s taught and innate--a wet fucking dream when it comes to football. A true star that’s really only around once in a lifetime.

Joe’s met plenty of his heroes, and has shared precious moments with his highly respected quarterbacks. It’s in theory, a rather simple thing to do. To walk over, to say hi, to say that Joe’s incredibly in awe of Dominic’s career, what Dominic’s done in and for the sport. But Trey Dominic is rather elusive, a retired Broncos player, that dazzled in his hayday--spoke so well of his team, and his coaches, and stayed humbled--who’d brought the Broncos through their strong show in the mid to late 90’s and the ‘97 and ‘98 SuperBowl appearances. Only the cosmos really knows what he could’ve done in his 7th year and beyond.

A massive knee injury forced Dominic into early retirement. The kind of injury that no one with half an ounce of sense would try to play on, but Dominic did. Dominic argued hard, in the film that Joe’s watched a thousand times, with his coaches to get back onto the field. While he’d managed to secure the vital first down in his last game of the 1998 season that put the Broncos into the SuperBowl, it cost Dominic. Left him in open tears as he walked, though it was more akin to a limp if not on the verge of a crawl, off the field, surrounded by his teammates and coaches.

The thing about Trey Dominic, the thing that terrifies Joe just a little, is that Dominic stays in the shadows. He does charity work through his foundation. Dominic speaks at events when asked of course, but he doesn’t do interviews. He didn’t make the moves into being a commentator, like most popular professional athletes do. Didn’t try to transition into movies, or Hollywood. His story starts and ends on the field. Dominic is a ghost, the kind of legend whose story only exists in highlight reels and newspaper clippings.

But Dominic is actually here, just on the other side of the room of Joe’s own charity event focused on addressing food deserts. An invitation Joe sent on a whim, knowing part of the mission in Dominic’s foundation is similar—a hope on a shooting star kind of invitation. The reality leaves Joe’s heart thundering in his chest. His palms are shaky and damp, even if Joe’s wiped them on the pant’s leg several times.

“Bro, you’re fucking drooling, just talk to him. He’s just a guy,” Tee laughs. “He’s cool. Besides, you invited him here.”

Tee pointed out Dominic first, after returning to the small corner Joe, Ja’Marr, and Tee huddled into with drinks in hand. Now all Joe can do is watch--like he’s sure others have done to him--with a kind of pathetic want to say something, but unsure of what to say.

“What the fuck do I say?” Joe hisses. “The guy’s a fucking legend.”

“He’s a human being first.”

Joe gulps down his last sip of water and exhales. He’s just a guy, Joe tells himself. Joe can talk to just a guy. That’s easy. Joe’s done that thousands of times before. Dominic’s alone, eyes casted down to his phone. This is as perfect a time as any to go over.

He’s just a guy.

The mantra plays in Joe’s head as he crosses the room, weaving around other bodies, and edges of tables until there’s only just six measly steps. “Hi, Trey? Trey Dominic?” Joe starts, voice hesitant and unsure to his own ears. He doesn’t want to interrupt if it’s a bad time.

Trey smiles as he looks up. The gaze is calculated, but warm, and then something like recognition settles. “Hi, Joe.”

Holy shit. “Uh, you-you know who I am? How?”

Trey laughs, but nods. “I’m not dead, you know. And it was your name on the invitation.” Trey extends his hand.

Right, right, Joe did invite him. How could Joe forget that crucial tidbit. The handshake feels more awkward than it should, but Joe’s fumbling, can’t quite find his words again--because why the fuck does he know who I am?- until, “Sorry, that’s not what I meant. I just, I’m a big fan of yours and I didn’t think you’d pay attention to the likes of a quarterback. You’re, like, a legend to me.”

“No, I get you. I understand. I keep my tabs though. Thank you, also. I wouldn’t have been what I was though without the likes of a quarterback, so it’s important to pay attention.”

“I am honored to see you out here for this event. I wouldn’t have guessed you’d come all the way to Ohio.”

Trey was recruited from a smaller known university in Virginia, after garnering a scholarship from his even smaller hometown high school in the same state. However, with Dominic’s retirement and his foundation being based out of Virginia, it felt like a safe assumption that he’d live there too, in Virginia. But Trey laughs again paired with a head shake that makes Joe’s stomach lurch. Oh, Joe’s an idiot. An absolute fucking idiot. The embarrassment makes Joe’s cheeks hot. “We’ve been in Ohio for quite some time now.”

The thing is Joe doesn’t actually know the address. When he’d been asked about who to invite he threw out Trey’s name to the committee. On a hope, a prayer, and if Joe could’ve, on a conjure too. Make that a quadruple idiot, Joe reprimands himself. “Oh, that’s cool. I take it you like out here then?”

“My family’s happy, so I’m happy.” The response is a little slow, like there’s something under the words.

Joe can hear the hesitancy, but doesn’t know what to do with it or how to respond. It doesn’t feel like Joe’s place to pry, but the door feels cracked, a hair ajar--so close to be closed that it’s probably safer to assume it was meant to be shut. So Joe does. He leaves it shut and instead grins. “It is Ohio at the end of the day.”

It earns Joe good graces as Treys leans into the waist high high table a little, turned even more so to face Joe. Trey’s laugh is soft in return. “You’re homegrown, right? Minus your time down in Baton Rouge?” Trey asks.

Joe laughs, even if he doesn’t want to, his chest swells with a little bit of glee. His favorite fucking player knows about him. “Yeah, Athens originally. But I’m glad at how it worked out. To be in Cincinnati now.”

“Do you feel like being so close to home keeps you grounded, focused?”

“A bit, yeah,” Joe returns. “I appreciate having my family’s support more readily available to me, I think, more than anything. It can get interesting, as you already know all about.”

“That I do. So-”

“Dad.” The voice is soft, a single whispered word, that comes from the right of Joe, from behind. A hand stretching across the table they stand around. The singular smooth dark brown hand, with nails painted a deep rich red dripping in rings and gold bracelets, retreats from Joe’s lower peripheral vision to leave behind one small plate of the finger food.

“Thanks,” comes the equally soft reply from Trey.

Joe looks up from the mysterious hand to be greeted by a woman--shorter than him, but tall enough that soft pointed chin resides almost squarely at the height of Joe’s shoulder. Her eyes are pointed up into sharp ends, the bridge of her nose slender, but her nose still rests on her face wide. Her grin is bright through the red lipstick. Her hair cut short all the way around, the front--which aren’t bangs but Joe’s not sure what to call it exactly--rests just at her brows. A small bump to the ends keeps the hair from falling flat around her head, but still meticulously placed and styled.

“Sorry to interrupt and disappear but I’ve got to get someone here,” the woman starts, bouncing a small toddler on her hip, “to the bathroom.” The kid seemingly materializes out of thin air for Joe, face buried in the woman’s shoulder, a whine bubbling over the little girl’s throat. So lost in the planes of the woman’s face, he hadn’t thought to look at anything else, hadn’t registered anything else, but her. A woman who looks so ethereal with her skin like midnight waters, dark and bright brown eyes so striking Joe’s fucking positive his lungs have been iced out by one single glance. Her ears are decorated in gold--studs, hoops, chains of all sizes dotted around in lobes, in cartilage, inside nooks that Joe didn’t even think could be pierced.

Then she’s off. And as she turns, Joe realizes the top of her hair is just a tiny bit longer than the sides and back, and he is fucked. So utterly fucked.

“Your daughter?” Joe asks, trying to recover now. Feels how thick and long the silence is. Joe presumes he is correct but doesn’t want to leave the conversation if he can help it. It doesn’t hurt that Joe’s hoping to get a name at least. Joe briefly recalls how someone responded back to the invitation asking if they could bring family but there hadn’t been a name attached, not one that stood out to Joe when he approved the request—the only one to come to his attention. And apparently said request belonged to Trey Dominic. Joe knew Trey was married and had kids, but the only pictures of the family together are twenty some odd years old at this point and the kids from the photos that Joe had seen were maybe five to six years old. Just as Dominic was a ghost, he also ensured to keep his family away from the prying eyes as much as possible.

“And granddaughter. I promised Marlowe I wouldn’t run away today, and she knows good food will make me stay.”

“Well, I hope it’s good food.”

There’s no mistaking the arched brow--the look only a father could deliver and have it sting. “For my sake or for yours?”

Joe blinks, working hard to keep the rush of blood out of his cheeks. Had he really been caught looking that hard? He swears it was only a few second glance. “Yours.” Because who in their right mind would choose themselves on a question like that.

“The only correct answer.” Then Trey grins, head shaking again as he takes one of the crackers off the plate Marlowe slid to him. “I like you, kid.”

“Trey.” This voice is more confident, and approaches them from behind. A shorter woman than Marlowe slips in next to Trey and Joe immediately spots the resemblance, the slope of this woman’s nose similar to Marlowe’s. Marlowe’s mother and now grandmother to the child on Marlowe’s hip. “Did Mars stop by?” she asks, looking up to Trey.

“She did,” Trey holds up the plate. “I’m holding to the promise.”

“Hi,” the woman smiles up at Joe.

“Regina, Joe. Joe, my wife, Regina,” Trey’s quick around his bite into the cracker to settle the introductions.

“Nice to meet you,” the two of them echo to each other. This handshake is much easier to get through for Joe. Less of a fumble now thanks to time. Because Trey is just a guy, really at the face of it. Like everyone else. Just a guy.

“I don’t want to take up all your time,” Joe comments, recognizing now that Dominic isn’t alone here at this event. Staying would be intrusive. “But really, I appreciate you talking with me, accepting the invitation too. I hope we can chat again soon.”

“Yeah, nice talking to you as well. I can be in touch.”

Joe nods, turns to Regina to extend his gratitude in meeting her and nearly, right there on the tip of his tongue, asks that they extend the sentiment to Marlowe. But he’s already in enough hot water about his staring. Joe’s not going to double down on an early grave.

Marlowe Dominic. Joe feels like a horny teenager later that night in his bed, typing her name into Instagram’s search bar. There’s hope, a kind of wish upon a star buzzing that he might be able to even find her. She may be just as elusive as her father. Especially if she has a kid too. Joe thought about that too—if it would be smart to pursue if she does have a kid. But right now, it’s not about pursuit. It’s about intrigue. He just wants another glimpse at her.

The verified page is the first result. Right away he can tell even with the minuscule profile picture it's correct because the photo is dripping gold from the tiny corners from her ears again. Her profile picture is a striking straight on photo, her smile shy, lit from the top a sun streak when the page finally loads.

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The pinned pictures aren't focused on her, but rather reels and photos of her work. In some pictures just her hands are visible with brushes, tubes, tins in hand. He taps on the middle video��Marlowe and an older woman in the still frame—and is instant greeted by a bright laugh. “Yes, yes, of course I can make you shine for the gods. What can’t I do?”

The video swirls, melting the previous opening to a soft whine of a guitar. “Hi, y’all. Today, we’re going to work on my grandma. For her 75th birthday party,” Marlowe’s voice floats in from the background. A dubbed voice over and instruction as it’s clear the work’s already begun. Marlowe’s hands are already gingerly tapping at her grandmother’s face. Joe doesn’t even listen to what’s said fully—catches moisturizer, primer, foundation, something about brows and concealer.

He can’t even see Marlowe, not fully. Occasionally her profile peek into the frame. But the camera is angled to highlight the work. Her voice bright, a small rough edge to it, but it makes Joe’s chest flutter. His chest tightens when she laughs, her grandmothers quips about not too much makeup now, not a red lip, “Something more…reserved,” the grandmother states.

“So a nice gold accent to shine for the gods,” Marlowe’s voice drops just an octave for the word gods—a vocal tic that Joe has managed to pick up on over the course of the short video, shared by both her and her grandmother. Clearly meant to invoke emphasis, to sound mockingly proper. Joe wonders who started it--if Marlowe brought it to her grandmother, or if her grandmother did it once and Marlowe carried the torch after. “And yet, reserved.” The words are now back in Marlowe’s normal register. “Consider me a fairy godmother.”

“Yes, please. And thank you. Let me not forget that for the folks at home,” her grandmother jokes, a tiny arch in her brow for the camera with the lens spike.

Marlowe laughs again. “Grandma, they’re gonna be scared of you. Don’t make her go get the switch y’all.”

The tease makes Joe’s chest tight with a small huff of laughter at the exchange.The video plays for a couple minutes longer. Joe still focused on trying to get more than the back of Marlowe’s head or her profile—which are both gorgeous, the slopes and angles that can only be carved by the supernatural, by God himself. But Marlowe’s eyes, that’s what Joe wants to see. Her full face, pinning him into place with one simple—

“Now tell me grandma, did I slay? Or did I slay?”

Marlowe’s in front of the camera now, standing behind her grandmother’s shoulder. Her grin bursts ear to ear over her face. Joe gasps.

—look. One single glance into the camera and Joe’s heart races, feels it thundering in his chest. Up and up and up.

“Oh lookahere!” Her grandmother declares, looking into the mirror. “I guess I must say you did indeed slay.” The word cracks just a little, but the pride is easy to see on her grandmother’s face.

Joe double taps to like the video and as he hits follow, he spies the caption that starts with a white heart emoji. Joe’s heart drops after reading the dates that follow. September 2nd 1949-October 12, 2024. The last video I have of my grandmother. May she always shine for her God. I hope she and Malia get to catch up in heaven. I want in on the gossip, girls, when we’re reunited again. The rest of the caption is hidden, waiting for the tap to read more. But he can’t—already knows if he reads more his heart will ache for Marlowe more than it already does.

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network-rail · 2 months ago

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Train pageant judging time! (PART 1)

Well, everyone has submitted their favorite (or least favorite, or something else entirely) trains to be judged, so now it's time to begin:

Best livery:

We had lots of submissions for best livery, from operators past and present. Two of them are FirstGroup liveries, so that says something. Personally, we think they look very turn of the century. The winner is the Class 170 in the new Crosscountry livery, with its nice clean lines, sharp contrast, and the general improvement over the old XC livery. We do also like the heritage liveries, but since I submitted those two (well, someone else also submitted the Intercity Swallow livery but still) it would be a bit biased to give them the win; and we do prefer the brighter colors. However, we did say that we'd give a bonus prize for best heritage livery, and that goes to the Intercity Swallow livery (here seen on the Intercity 225).

Most graceful:

For most graceful, the award has to go to the SECR D Class, as the class 97 is perhaps not very graceful while the Parry People Mover is more cute and precious than graceful.

Strongest:

With a whopping 8200 kW of power (according to wikipedia anyway), the Class 99 (Invicta) easily beats out the competition, with not quite double the power of the Class 91 (Intercity 225). Annoyingly, we couldn't find a source for the power output of the BR Standard Class 9F, but needless to say it's probably less than that.

Hottest:

In this category, we have a very wide range of attractive vehicles, from steam trains, to trams, to trains that aren't even out yet – all shapes and sizes of train one could imagine, and we've got the difficult task of deciding which one is the most attractive. This award goes to the APT, for being an extremely attractive train, although the Class 7 Britannia is a close second (and is certainly literally the hottest). A very attractive selection of trains, though, and very different from each other too, so this wasn't an easy decision. DIVERSITY WIN!

Best singer:

We here at Network Rail are biased against diesels, although in the interest of fairness we decided we would give those three a listen before judging. Also, in the case of the tube trains, even though we know the 2009 stock was submitted for the sound its whistle makes, our main perception of the noises they make is the horrendous screeching noises in the tunnels, so they won't win this one.

Having listened to/watched some videos of the various diesels, we have come to the conclusion that perhaps the class 37 ought to have been submitted to the "most flammable" category instead, since it seems to produce rather a lot of smoke. The 323 also makes a rather interesting sound, not one that I've heard an EMU make before. However, this award has to go to the 1995 tube stock, for its iconic motor noises, various beeping sounds, and lower amounts of screeching compared to the 2009 stock.

Most comfortable:

I haven't actually been on either of these (that I can remember anyway) but knowing that the 315's have the more comfortable version of transverse/longitudinal seats (I can never remember which is which, it's the ones where you sit in the direction of travel), which the new Overground trains don't have; I think I'll give the award to the 315 over the Mk4, although the Mk4 does seem like it would be comfortable too (and also you sit in the direction of travel).

Since only thirty images are allowed per post, that's the end of part one of the judging. Stay tuned for part two, where we iron some clothes, catch fire, and visit Thailand!

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truevedicastrology · 7 months ago

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🌟✨ Astro Vibes & Cosmic Truths🌙🔮

Get ready for some mind-blowing astrology facts that'll make you question everything you thought you knew about your star sign! 😱💫

�Neptune in the 3rd house? Prepare for a rollercoaster of feels! 🎢😢 These dreamers often feel like aliens on Earth, retreating into their vivid imaginary worlds. But hey, who needs reality anyway? 🌈

🧚‍♀️ Geminis, why are you so obsessed with Scorpios? 👀💘 It's like moth to a flame, but make it zodiac! 🔥🦋 Family background through the 4th house? It's like ancestry.com, but make it celestial! 🏠👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

Mars: Warrior fam, reporting for duty! 🪖

Jupiter: Teacher's pets unite! 📚✏️

Saturn: Politics at the dinner table, anyone? 🗳️🍽️

Sun: Government secrets for bedtime stories! 🕵️‍♀️🌞

Mercury: Doctors writing prescriptions... or the next bestseller? 📖💊

Saturn's serving karma realness! ⚖️✨ 5th house placement? Mess with someone's ego, and watch the universe clap back! 👏😬

Neptune in the 1st house = built-in BS detector! 🔍🧐 Shoutout to all the psychic step-sisters out there, keeping it real! 💁‍♀️💯 '97 babies, where you at? 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♂️ Feeling like the black sheep but secretly slaying? That's the tea! ☕🐑

Scorpio risings and true crime: name a more iconic duo 🔍🔪

Sagittarius: finding the silver lining since... forever! 🌈😊 You could probably find joy in a DMV line, you magical unicorns! 🦄

Gemini sun + Libra moon = instant heart-eyes 😍💖 Like, save some beauty for the rest of us, okay?

Leo mercury: making everyone feel like the main character in their own movie! 🎬🌟

Gemini risings be like: "Call me anything but my government name" 😎🕶️

Sagittarius mercury: The ultimate story recyclers! ♻️🗣️ But we love you anyway, you charismatic chatterboxes!

Capricorns strutting down the runway of life! 👠💃 Werk it, cosmic supermodels!

Cancer placements: Team white and blue forever! 👕👖 Looking fresh like a cool ocean breeze! 🌊 Born on 1st, 10th, 19th, or 28th? Congrats, you're basically a cinnamon roll! 🍪❤️

Aquarius placements: Insta-famous without even trying! 📱🤳 What's your secret, you social media wizards? Water signs, unite in your mystical sensitivity! 🌊🔮 Who needs WebMD when you've got zodiac-induced health quirks?

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girlsdressingrooms · 1 year ago

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Iris Barrel Apfel, Decorator and Fashion Stylist

(August 29, 1921 – March 1, 2024)

Ms. Apfel was one of the most vivacious personalities in the worlds of fashion, textiles, and interior design, she has cultivated a personal style that is both witty and exuberantly idiosyncratic.

Her originality was typically revealed in her mixing of high and low fashions—Dior haute couture with flea market finds, nineteenth-century ecclesiastical vestments with Dolce & Gabbana lizard trousers.

With remarkable panache and discernment, she combines colors, textures, and patterns without regard to period, provenance, and, ultimately, aesthetic conventions. Paradoxically, her richly layered combinations—even at their most extreme and baroque—project a boldly graphic modernity.

Iris Barrel was born on Aug. 29, 1921, in Astoria, Queens, the only child of Samuel Barrel, who owned a glass and mirror business, and his Russian-born wife, Sadye, who owned a fashion boutique.

She studied art history at New York University, then qualified to teach and did so briefly in Wisconsin before fleeing back to New York to work on Women's Wear Daily, and for interior designer Elinor Johnson, decorating apartments for resale and honing her talent for sourcing rare items before opening her own design firm. She was also an assistant to illustrator Robert Goodman.

As a distinguished collector and authority on antique fabrics, Iris Apfel has consulted on numerous restoration projects that include work at the White House that spanned nine presidencies from Harry Truman to Bill Clinton.

Along with her husband, Carl, she founded Old World Weavers, an international textile manufacturing company and ran it until they retired in 1992. The Apfels specialized in the reproduction of fabrics from the 17th, 18th, and 19th centuries, and traveled to Europe twice a year in search of textiles they could not source in the United States.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute assembled 82 ensembles and 300 accessories from her personal collection in 2005 in a show about her called “Rara Avis”.

Almost overnight, Ms. Apfel became an international celebrity of pop fashion.

Ms. Apfel was seen in a television commercial for the French car DS 3, became the face of the Australian fashion brand Blue Illusion, and began a collaboration with the start-up WiseWear. A year later, Mattel created a one-of-a-kind Barbie doll in her image. Last year, she appeared in a beauty campaign for makeup with Ciaté London.

Six years after the Met show she started her fashion line "Rara Avis" with the Home Shopping Network.

She was cover girl of Dazed and Confused, among many other publications, window display artist at Bergdorf Goodman, designer and design consultant, then signed to IMG in 2019 as a model at age 97.

Ms. Iris Apfel became a visiting professor at the University of Texas at Austin in its Division of Textiles and Apparel, teaching about imagination, craft and tangible pleasures in a world of images.

In 2018, she published “Iris Apfel: Accidental Icon,” an autobiographical collection of musings, anecdotes and observations on life and style.

Ms. Apfel’s apartments in New York and Palm Beach were full of furnishings and tchotchkes that might have come from a Luis Buñuel film: porcelain cats, plush toys, statuary, ornate vases, gilt mirrors, fake fruit, stuffed parrots, paintings by Velázquez and Jean-Baptiste Greuze, a mannequin on an ostrich.

The Museum of Lifestyle & Fashion History in Boynton Beach, Florida, is designing a building that will house a dedicated gallery of Ms. Apfel's clothes, accessories, and furnishings.

Ms. Apfel’s work had a universal quality, It’s was a trend.

Rest in Power !

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choster33 · 11 months ago

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Gambit- X-men 97's Romantic Hero

I love Gambit and after watching X-men 97 I'm sure that he's a lot of people's favorite right now. After watching and rewatching, season 1 I think that the writers have set him up as the Romantic Hero which is not just that he's a main part of a love triangle which he is but Romantic in the Byronic literary archetype way of "possessing the qualities of being larger than life, enjoying suffering, being isolated from society, being always haunted by an unseeingly unidentified sin and is known for being quite cynical" according to Brainly.com. Not to mention having a long suffering love interest!

He is not in the series for a lot of time, but his arc through episode 5 and the impact that he has throughout the whole show is monumental. He begins with a splash looking hot in his iconic pink crop top. I mean, there are very few people who would make this look good and he really does. He also comes off as way more interesting than Scott who bores me to tears. I sometimes skip Scott and Jean stuff to be quite honest and that comes from Remy being a good guy, but not boring. He has a sense of humor, a sense of adventure, and an all around down to earth personality. He is a strong fighter and loyal X-men, but even from the beginning he is seen as charming, funny and right. There is less of a threat after Xavier's death and Scott, Bishop and Ororo did have it handled.

Then we get to the club and Gambit is the ultimate lover in that he pairs up with Rogue and then proceeds to look at her lovingly whilst telling her what any worthwhile man would do to be with her. Swoon.

Then we have episode 2 where Rogue and Magneto reestablish their connection. We may cheer Rogue for being able to touch someone, but look at Gambit's hurt and sad eyes. Long suffering relationship indeed. Romantic heroes seem to love suffering and what is more painful and self inflicted than falling in love with someone who can't touch, but also is full of insecurities about love and commitment. I love Rogue, but she's afraid of love and terrified of hurting someone else which shows in how she handles relationships.

Mon dieu, it's freaky Rogueneto telling him what he tells himself, his deepest fears. A good Romantic hero always has demons and haunted by past sins and who is more haunted by his past than Gambit. I have to say here that some people might be thinking who is more tortured than Magneto, but I disagree. Magneto has a dark past, but he thinks he's right. Whereas Gambit is wracked with guilt and feelings of not being worthy of being called a X-man and being Rogue's man. He grew up a Cajun swamp rat from a Thieves guild raised by thieves, assassins and other nefarious people and lived most of his life as a thief. What makes him interesting is the tortured guilt and modesty that Gambit has.

He goes to Genosha because he's jealous and wants to make sure that there is nothing going on between Rogue and Magneto. Magneto even says as much. He wasn't even meant to be there and might have been safe on Earth, but we know what happened to him tragically. Plus we see how he is not cowed by Magneto and willing to ask questions no one else is willing to ask. Another reason why Magneto is not the Romantic hero, is that he is mutant MVP in this show, the heir to the X-mansion and the X-men, asked to be king of Genosha, and etc. where Romantic heroes are on the fringes of society like Gambit, who is a hero as a X-man but not wanting fame, glory, or power like Magneto.

Kurt is so observant and sees instantly the connection the two have and calls Gambit out on being theatrical. Gambit calls himself a scoundrel and yet again dismisses the possibility of a happy ending for himself. Then we get that iconic line of "There is no love without sin. Love is best measured in what we forgive." Gambit again falls into the Romantic hero trope of thinking he is too low for love, but isn't going to necessarily change his ways, just accepts that he is on the fringes of society and all that entails. One of the things I love about Romy is their understanding about one another. They both have murky pasts and are filled with self loathing and self doubt. They are strong attractive X-men but they are best friends because they GET each other.

Oof, the breakup scene. How more Romantic and tortured was this? He showed how amazing a man he was by patiently listening to her tell her story and then at the end not blowing up at her or making her feel like shit, but just wanting the truth from her and showing how much it hurt him. He played the Swamp Rat, because a lot of that was a game, a way for her to feel OK with keeping him at arm's length, dangling on a string, never fully letting him in because intimacy was too scary.

It's scenes like this that make me wonder if they have touched before even accidentally because Gambit as a character is so self loathing that if she touched him even by accident, she is holding so much of that loathing in her which may be something contributing to her doubts. A part of comic!Rogue leaving Gambit in Antarctica was because she absorbed him and was filled with self loathing.

He is such a gentleman that he even kisses her hand and agrees to be friends. And granted that the Magneto and Rogue dance was hot, but that must have been torture for Gambit. Then our Byronic hero becomes a man of action and hot damn we get James Bond level action and heroics. He shows his strength and does whatever is necessary to save his lady. Despite his differences with Magneto, he doesn't petulantly sulk but does what is required of him because he is a hero at the end of the day. He is brave and selfless and chivalrous. He is giving old school knight chivalry here and I'm here for it.

Then my heart breaks as does every other viewer at the death scene and the "can't feel you" line. It's very soap opera-y and dramatic to kill him after breaking his heart, but here we are. Rogue is the long suffering love interest and most Romantic stories don't necessarily have a happy ending. He wasn't even meant to be in Genosha and because of love and circumstance ended up dying tragically as the ultimate hero. He died a hero's death dying to save thousands, but more importantly to save the love of his life.

In later episodes, his death is a catalyst for Rogue taking action and even turning darker. Her love for Gambit shows more when he is gone and is going to be a fundamental chapter in her life. One that might make her think twice about being commitment phobic and using her abilities as an excuse not to feel intimacy and how wrong she got it with Gambit. It was love, true love and she didn't see it until she was too late.

This may just be a chapter in their story and we may have more drama and angst with Deathbit in Season 2, but even dead Gambit was the troubled Romantic lead that made X-men 97 work and be so interesting. Episode 5 was my favorite and probably the best episode next to the finale and that's due to Gambit. We relate to him and feel deeply in his pain, self loathing, jealousy, and love of Rogue. I find Magneto interesting and Rogueneto is fun to read and write about, but Romy is the OTP and Gambit is Lancelot.

#x-men #x men #x men 97 #rogue #magneto #gambit #remy lebeau #romy

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aoril 6_march 24

Fifth Sunday of the Great Lent. Food with Oil

Icon of the Mother of God of “the Uncut Mount” or “Clouded Mountain”

About 250-300 years ago1 this icon was in one of the men’s monasteries of Tver and the Superior gave it to Cosmas Volchaninov in gratitude for his fine work in the Monastery church. The Icon was passed down from generation to generation, but an irreverent grandson of Cosmas took the darkened Icon and put it in the attic. His daughter-in-law had to endure many insults from her husband and his relatives. In desperation, she decided to commit suicide in a deserted bath-house. On her way there a monk appeared to her and said, “Where are you going, you unhappy woman? Go back, pray to the Theotokos of "The Clouded Mount," and you will live well, and in peace.”

The distressed woman returned home and revealed everything to her family, not concealing what she had intended to do. They searched for the monk, but they did not find him. No one saw him but her. This occurred on the eve of the Feast of the Annunciation to the Most Holy Theotokos.

They found the Icon in the attic, cleaned off the dirt, and put it downstairs, in a place of honor. In the evening, the parish priest served an All-night Vigil before the Icon. From that time, a Vigil was served in the house every year on this day.

For more than 150 years the Icon remained in the Volchaninov family. Katherine, the daughter of Basil, the last of the Volchaninov line, married George Ivanovich Konyaev, taking the Icon of the Mother of God with her as a precious inheritance. Molebens and All-night Vigils were served in the Konyaev house on March 24 and November 7 (perhaps this was the day when the Icon was brought from the monastery to the house of Cosmas Volchaninov).

In 1863, near a cemetery church of the Smolensk Icon of the Mother of God, it was decided to build a chapel in honor of Saint Tikhon and Saint Makarios of Kalyazin (March 17). The owner of the Icon, George Konyaev (who died in 1868 at the age of 97) wanted to donate the Icon of the Mother of God to the church. He asked the clergy to build another chapel for the wonderworking Icon of the Mother of God of "The Clouded Mountain.”

He also said, “I feel the very best place for it is in the temple of the Smolensk Icon of the Mother of God, since formerly the place on which the church was built was called a Mount, because it was the highest place in the city. The inhabitants took their possessions to the Mount and saved themselves from ruin during a flood. Let the 'Clouded Mountain' Icon remain here on the Mount with your blessing, and may all who are buried here be protected by her mercy.” On July 15, 1866 the Icon was transferred into the new chapel, which was consecrated by Bishop Anthony of Staritsk the following day.

For three centuries before the Revolution, the "Clouded Mount" Icon of the Mother of God repeatedly worked several miracles. She was taken into the homes of pious citizens, and children were brought to her to be healed. Copies of the Icon were made, which also turned out to be miraculous.

According to the recollection of Father John Bogoslovsky, from the village of Buylovo, his mother brought him to the wonderworking Icon several times when he was a child. He had severe pain in his eyes, and every time he was anointed with oil from a lamp hanging before her Icon, he obtained relief, then finally the disease left him. Grateful worshippers adorned the Icon with a a silver riza, and later the riza was gilded. Unfortunately, the Icon disappeared after the Smolensk church was closed.

The memory of the "Clouded Mount" Icon did not fade, however. In 1993, with the blessing of Archbishop Victor of Tver and Kashin, a copy of the "Clouded Mount" Icon was painted, and veneration of the Icon resumed. The "Clouded Mount" Icon of the Mother of God is commemorated three times a year: on July 16, in honor of the consecration of the altar; on March 24 in honor of the Icon's first miracle; and on November 7 according to ancient custom. Now there is a venerated copy of the Icon in the Ascension Cathedral at Tver.

In the Icon, the Most Holy Theotokos is depicted standing on a semicircular elevation. In her right hand is a small mountain, the "stone cut out of a mountain without hands" (Daniel 2:44), on top of which a domed church with crosses. On her left arm the Divine Child blesses with His right hand. There is a crown on the head of the Mother of God.

We pray before this Icon when faced with desperate situations; when it seems that everyone around us opposes us; and for the correction of errant or fallen relatives.

1 This account is based on Eugene Poselyanin's book The Mother of God (published in 1914), and other sources.

#orthodoxy #orthodoxchristianity #easternorthodoxchurch #originofchristianity #sacredart #icon #theotokos #motherhood

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elly-cross · 8 months ago

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97Line que se fala? 💋👀🥹

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ludinusdaleth · 9 months ago

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in episode 97 of campaign 2, essek was revealed as ludinus's mole, and the two had their tense discussion where ludinus tried to calm essek, but mocked his sudden care & anxiety about hurting others (ft. essek's iconic line, "you should try friends sometime"). now, at roughly the same number of episodes in campaign 3, essek & ludinus are face to face again, and ludinus is in the position of questioning everything and if he's done the right thing, and is asking essek with the bells for their perspective. the conversation about to unfold this week is ludinus's "i would love for you to see the sunrise" scene and i wonder how it feels for essek to be thrust into the m9's position for him but for his old mentor who led him into that moment so many years ago, especially when his sting about trying friends was foreshadowing to lud's fatal flaw.

#essek thelyss #ludinus da'leth #campaign 3 #campaign 2 #van speaks #critical role #critical role meta

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Noel Gallagher / Oasis / Johnny Marr

A Gibson Flying V Electric Guitar Formerly Owned By Johnny Marr, Used By Noel Gallagher During The Monnow Valley Sessions Prior To The Final Recording Of Oasis’ 1994 Debut Album ‘Definitely Maybe’ At Sawmills Studio

Catalogue Note

“Johnny Marr sent down some guitars because I only had one guitar and Bonehead had one guitar.”

-Noel Gallagher on the Monnow Valley Sessions.

“I then lent [the Flying V] to Noel Gallagher who used it on Definitely Maybe, recording Cigarettes & Alcohol & possibly more.”

-Johnny Marr, 2019

This Gibson Flying V is representative of one of the most significant guitar lineages of the 1990s: between Johnny Marr, virtuosic guitarist formerly of The Smiths and the The, and Noel Gallagher, on the cusp of Oasis’ global success. Originally obtained by Marr in 1989, he had used it on some sessions of his own before lending it among a group of his instruments to Noel in January 1994.

By this point, Oasis was working on the latest in a string of studio sessions building towards the album ‘Definitely Maybe’, this time at Monnow Valley Studios near Monmouth, Wales.

“… A few of Johnny Marr’s guitars, including a Flying V which he used on ‘Slide Away’.”

-Engineer Dave Scott on Noel Gallagher at Monnow Valley Studios, Melody Maker, 1st October 1994.

In addition to the Flying V, Marr had sent his iconic black & white Rickenbacker used during his time in The Smiths; and a Gibson Les Paul conversion (itself formerly owned by Pete Townshend). The latter guitar quickly became one of Noel’s favoured guitars played live in 1994 and 1995. The precise extent of its track usage at Monnow Valley Studio may differ according to contemporaries and engineers, but Michael Spencer Jones’ photography at the time shows Noel playing this Flying V beside Liam during these formative studio sessions.

The Flying V returned to Marr’s collection sometime after Monnow Valley, but the Flying V was a model that Noel would revisit. In the 1997 Oasis music video of ‘D’You Know What I Mean’, Noel plays a Gibson Flying V ’97 reissue with the same ebony finish as Marr’s guitar which he had used four years earlier.

Description

Serial number 82590004 and Made in USA to rear of headstock, 1980, solid mahogany body and neck with black finish, Indian rosewood fingerboard with dot inlays, two pickups, three-way selector switch, three rotary controls, with white pickguard; in shaped hard-shell case with blue plush-lining.

Used by Noel Gallagher during the Monnow Valley Studio sessions for ‘Definitely Maybe’ in January 1994. Previously studio-used by Johnny Marr.

Accompanied by provenance documents comprising:

A Manchester/New York import note dated 22nd August 1989.

A handwritten & signed postcard from Johnny Marr, dated 2019.

A Sonic Editions black & white photographic print, no. 5/250, photo by Michael Spencer Jones, of Noel and Liam Gallagher during the 'Definitely Maybe' sessions at the Monnow Valley Studios in Wales, 26th January 1994.

A Fujfilm polaroid illustrating the guitar, undated.

Provenance

The collection of Johnny Marr, 1989.

Lent by the above to Noel Gallagher in January 1994 for the ‘Definitely Maybe’ recording sessions at Monnow Valley Studios.

Acquired directly from Johnny Marr by the current owner in 2019.

Usage

8th-24th January, 1994 Monnow Valley Studios, Monmouth

Image Captions

Detail from a Sonic Editions photographic print, no. 5/250, photo by Michael Spencer Jones (included in the present Lot). Noel Gallagher with the present Lot at Monnow Valley Studio, January 1994.

source: [Sotheby's Popular Culture Auction | Lot 45 | Sept 12th 2024]

#I just cannot think of a Flying V as a noel gallagher guitar. can't do it #ludicrous what is he even doing with that thing that's not a noel guitar #noel gallagher #oasis #noel's guitars #johnny marr

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defensivelee · 4 months ago

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The King of Hearts Not Winning a Surprising Amount of People's Hearts

So I actually still haven't found a definitive source about said nickname, but you may be able to put that to just me not being able to snoop through ALL the letters because I'm in FILTHY AMERICA 🤬🤬. Or I may just be really bad at finding shit, who knows. You know what I HAVE found plenty of, though (¬‿¬)?

There are these neat little things called satire poems, and in these satire poems, you are supposed to just generally be mean to some rich politicians, which is fun and I support it :3👍 they unironically are kinda good sometimes. There is actually a satire poem from around 1688 called "The King of Hearts" that has nothing to do with Shrewsbury ┐(︶▽︶)┌. HOWEVER -- whenever Shrewsbury is brought up, without fail these writers reference his missing eye just to make sure you know he's THAT bitch. He's THAT girl. And they do this pretty often, so here I have gathered all the times I can find that they have mentioned him this way, in order (⌒▽⌒)☆

We're starting off kinda weak though because I cannot for the life of me find where this line comes from, or even the title of the poem itself, which sucks O.o but oh well, I'll include it nonetheless. I do know it's from a 1689 poem and that it is a comparison between Shrewsbury and his coworker (ew) Nottingham.

The one (as far as words may fit him) wise, The other's head not overcharged with eyes[...]

From here it's easy claps (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b for most of the rest of these we have the entire poem.

So, from 1690, which gives us the first of the two favorable mentions of him in this entire compilation, from "The Comparison between the Two Secretaries," lines 40-41:

Shrewsbury the young, the wise, the brave, the good, More high in his own merit than his blood[...]

Still mentions his eye though, as well as his chronic illness, in lines 45-47:

Like one-eyed Hannibal, terror to old Rome, Like him, by Hanno fettered too at home[...]

Also from 1690, we have "The Female Nine," lines 96-97:

'Twas no loose thought (she has too much honor) That brought the one-eyed Earl upon her.

1691 gave us the "Tunbridge Satire," lines 49-50:

But who can follow on her footsteps' trace As she leads the blind earl from place to place?

I doubt he needed someone to lead him, but we know these lampooners just be saying shit (￣ヘ￣)

From 1692 we have my personal favorite, "The False Favourite's Downfall" which gave us these iconic lines, 41-43:

The peer with one eye Does as oft with her lie, As Portland with him I raised so high.

Sodomy mentioned ☆(>ᴗ•)!

We jump to 1708 from here, to "A New Ballad," which is a little bit more nice to him, though still kinda mean Σ(O_O) like ooh even this blind IDIOT can see what is about to happen. Anyway, lines 120-123:

He but one eye had in his head, But with that one he saw These priests might bring about his ears A thing we call club-law.

And at last from 1714 we have not a line but the title of a poem entirely about him, following his lieutenancy in Ireland, which he SUCKED at.

"Polyphemus's Farewel: or, A Long Adieu to Ireland's Eye."

I'm sure I missed a few, especially between 1692 and 1708, but this is what I could find for nowwwww (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

#duke of shrewsbury #im sure there should be other tags here but i dont know o<o #written with both paws

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sunnydaleherald · 8 months ago

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, August 25th

GILES: Their numbers are increasing. BUFFY: And they're getting cockier. Look, I'm not loving it. Last night was a pretty close call. GILES: (distracted) Yes. BUFFY: Giles, care? I'm putting my life on the line battling the undead. Look, I broke a nail, okay? I'm wearing a press-on.

~~Prophecy Girl~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Weekly Drabbles #164 — Flesh and Blood by veronyxk84 (Buffy, Dawn, PG-13)

Red Light by mmooch (Buffy, The Rookie xover, T)

A Sparrow's Fall by eevol76vamp (Fred, Spike, Not Rated)

Beyond Red by fatalfae (Buffy, Tara, Xander, Willow, T)

Apocalypse Wishlist by HollyDB (Buffy/Spike, T)

Safe (with Spike) by BloodyEll42 (Dawn, Spike, Buffy, Xander, G)

Conversation with a Dead Friend by MGAllan (Xander/Jesse, T)

Damaged Goods 破損品 by MGAllan (Quentin Travers, T)

Fuffy Drabble by thedeathscar (Buffy/Faith, unrated)

If you'll have me by rossshin (Buffy/Spike, G)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Double Date - ch. 1 by Rippertish (Buffy/Giles, E)

Stiff Pole - ch. 4 by scratchmeout (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Mysterious Destinies - ch. 5 by EnchantedWillow (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Lost in Desolation - ch. 5 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

A Blackcap's Song - ch. 7 by Murray (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Degradation of Duality [Series Part 2] - ch. 45 by Ragini (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Love Lives Here - ch. 97 by Passion4Spike (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Rebirth: A Stargate Tale - ch. 17 by Buffyworldbuilder (Buffy, Stargate xover, FR13)

Xanderpocalypse - ch. 11 by AxelBlade (Xander, Harry Potter and X-Men xover, FR15)

Stiff Pole - ch. 4 by scratchmeout (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Anything But Ordinary - ch. 12 by Harlow Turner (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

What the Drabble? Vol. 2 - ch. 64 by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

To All We Guard - ch. 22 by simmony (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Love Lives Here - ch. 97 by Passion4Spike (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

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Comic: [Image description: Sherlock of BBC Sherlock and Buffy of Buffy The Vampire...] by paulgadzikowski (worksafe)

Artwork: Using my art to make some fake vintage style comic book covers by onedrawsoverthecuckoosnest (Buffy/Angel, worksafe)

Artwork: If Harmony had really been Buffy by isevery0nehereverystoned (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

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Gifset: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER (1997-2003) by clarkgriffon (Spike, Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Gifset: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER | 2.10 & 1.03 by whatisyourchildhoodtrauma (Buffy, Kendra, Giles, Willow, worksafe)

Edit: Buffy Summers as the Sun sunlit by R.Wright / Buffy the last vampire slayer #4 ... by twelverriver (Buffy, worksafe)

Edit: I apologize, you forgive me. by raffaella-cerullo (Faith, worksafe)

Edit: charles bukowski, for jane by dogmetaphors (Spike, worksafe)

Edit: Buffy ~ Baltički profil - Ivana Milankova... by heterocosmica (Buffy, worksafe)

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Playlist: Musi Playlist by mr-miss-sunny (Spuffy)

Fanvid: buffy summers, certified "busy girl" by lesbianboyfriend (Buffy, worksafe)

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Collage: Xander and Anya by sunflower1109 (Xander/Anya, worksafe)

Fanvid: Fred & Gunn - Architecture (Angel the Series) by TheOverLookedOne (Fred/Gunn)

[Reviews & Recaps]

I Robot, You Jane Fashion Part Two by theoverlookedoneedits1997

my btvs tarot deck arrived and i love it so much, it's absolutely beautiful, but... by sadsmihalleyface

btvs 5x10 "into the woods" was very good. by lesbianmarrow

btvs 5x11 "triangle" episode made FOR ME. by lesbianmarrow

First timer - just finished [all of BTVS] by banana_fine

I just watched 5X16, The Body, for the first time and holy shit... [first time viewer] by Impossible-Ad-3270

S4 E4 fear demon by Piratedking12

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[i love Spike and Giles's father/son dynamic] by trealtox

a better season 6 villain: MOO by lunaticobscurity

[on how the Seeing Red scene was partially inspired by the writer's personal history] by housedyke

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POLL: which of these lowest ranked episodes of btvs (according to imdb) is your favourite? by ohrevienssoleil

Why Stakes? by MoonLightSY-3

2 characters I would’ve liked to see live longer by atomiclovebomb

[Zura Skye as Cassie in Conversations with Dead People] by BiggTS

Does Willow think Buffy’s dumb, and if so was it ever explored in the show? by RafRide

Abigail [the movie and what if the vamps didn't dust on BTVS?] by Guilty-Tie164

Spike’s power relative to his age by Temporary-Buddy-2199

How does Spike enter the house in Lovers Walk? [vampires needing permission] by Fluffy-Maybe-6448

Is Buffy integral to Angel's character? [can you only watch ATS without BTVS?] by debujandobirds

Were Giles and Ethan lovers? by music_and_pop

Filming/Location Question: The WB Ranch by Special_Ear7031

[references to the 1969 Western movie] "The Wild Bunch" by caldude1985

Buffy’s Best Burns by Randy_Giles1880

Do you remember your reaction to the graduating class joining Buffy and the Scoobies in "Graduation Day, Part II"? by jdpm1991

« SPIKE », a mortal bartender in Tokyo [fic prompt] by Ok-Original4977

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