#Arthur Webley

[pedroam-bang]

Hot Fuzz (2007)

[minuspluvea]

the absolute bare bones sketches for a malevolent s1-3 animatic i’m working on! i’ve had it in my head for like 2 years since coda came out, and it’s only calcified in my brain meat since then LOL!

highly recommend listening to coda by jason webley and catching the vibe. here’s to a 10 minute long animatic.

[thecansces-ariborn]

Random Song List Pt 2

Better Than Ever by Mystery Skulls

Say You Won't Let Go by James Arthur

Parasite by Set It Off

Bleed Magic by I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

You're Not Welcome by Naethan Apollo

HUMBLE by Skrillex and Kendrick Lamar

Super Bounce by Duckwrth and EARTHGANG

Will You Stay Here With Me by Tomppabeats

my type by brb.

Joker by Rory Webley

Song recommendations are encouraged 👍

[hillbillyhipster84]

Illustrated scenario of young Sean MacGuire and his Da on the ship to Boston. This started off as a simple drawing prompt and it turned into a whole piece that I made way too complicated for my own good. I started wondering what Sean’s dad might look like, so I decided to have him resemble Mick Mellamphy (who played Sean). In game dialogue, we can tell Sean really loved his dad. Which implies that the man, despite his violent history, loved his son. He was no better or worse a man than Arthur and Hosea, which is probably why Sean really seemed to want their approval, even more so than Dutch.

The little pistol in Da’s jacket is a Webley Bulldog pistol, which would have been historically accurate for him to carry in secret. Once again, I did way too much research for this, but it’s RDR2, so it felt appropriate.

[zablife]

Hello, Lee! ❤️

Ok, John. No request but imagine/headcanon/something.

John climbing through the window to meet his girlfriend or s/o in the middle of the night? And the next day he returns to Small Heath with leaves on his clothes or perhaps a thorn in his hands, but it was certainly worth it 😂. Probably Arthur finds that very funny, and Tommy "not again" but if his brother is happy...

Flor, I took inspo from your lovely ask and included it here, but perhaps not quite the way you meant. I hope you still like it! In this one Y/n is healed from her wound and is ready for trouble which is good bc she finds it with John right before Tommy's wedding! This is prob the closest thing I will ever write to crack fic so enjoy this bit of utter nonsense!

Read previous parts here.

Plus One (Partners in Crime AU)

John Shelby x Y/n Solomons

“Who’s your man, Ada?” Polly asked, eager to know everyone attending Tommy’s upcoming wedding. “He’s not from one of your political meetings is he?”

“Tommy would hate that, wouldn’t he?” she asked with a smirk. “But no, he’s not. I’m bringing a man from the library.”

“John that only leaves you, love,” Polly noted. “Grace doesn’t want uneven numbers so you’ll have to find someone.”

“Why don’t you ask Y/n?” Ada asked, trying to be helpful.

John pulled a face at her remark before exclaiming, “Are you daft? I can’t ask her!”

“Why not? You’re always together,” Polly pointed out.

“We work together, Pol. Thought this was supposed to be a night off. Besides, she’s a pain in my arse,” John replied, twisting the toothpick in his mouth with great agitation.

“I think you fancy her! Are you afraid she’ll say no and break your heart?” Ada teased, shoving her elbow into his ribs playfully.

“Fuck off!” John said, stomping away. The family had noticed he was spending more time with you recently even when you weren’t on the job and he was tired of the insinuations that there was anything more than friendship between you.

As he took a stroll outside the Garrison, he made a mental list of everyone he could possibly ask, but the only girls he could think of were whores. A few of the girls had serviced Tommy after the war so that definitely wouldn’t do. After careful deliberation, he hated to admit that you were looking like the best option after all. He just didn't know how to ask you, knowing you'd hold this over him for months.

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Despite his predicament, there was work to be done. Tonight your brothers wanted you to report back on the Russian royals living in Hampton Court Palace and their jewels, an interesting task considering the orgy of epic proportions going on in the parlor.

John stole a glance at you from his position at the door, gun in hand in case a partygoer or member of staff should wander in unannounced. “Three minutes,” he reminded you of the time you had left before the guards would check the rooms again.

“Four! Get a watch that fucking works!” you hissed in return.

John tapped at the glass above the ticking hands, then held the time piece to his ear as you continued to pry at the case holding the jewelry Alfie instructed you to find. There would be no robbery tonight, only reconnaissance so you knew you had time for a bit of fun. 

After taking a quick inventory of what was kept in the duchess’ bedroom, you took up one of the rings, admiring the biggest diamond you’d ever seen against your fingers in the dim light. “Look at this beauty,” you cooed at the gem.

“Stop playing dress up, Y/n! Do you want to get shot?” John warned you harshly as he moved away from his post.

“By the cossacks or you?” you asked cooly. Standing to your full height, you paced toward him so he could see the irritation in your eyes as you pushed his arm away from you carefully. “Watch where you’re pointing that thing! You know I don’t like it when you bring that one.”

“And what’s wrong with me Webley?” he asked, looking down at the gun.

“Jumps on the hammer, don’t it? Nearly shot your bollocks off last week,” you said at full volume.

“Stop talking so loud about my balls, alright?” Glancing down the hall, his eyes grew wide as he whispered, “Someone’s comin’” and began dragging you away from the door.  

You tried to shake him off reasoning. “I been practicing my Russian accent. We’ll be fine. Let me do the talking,” you said, attempting to jerk your arm from his grasp.

John whipped you around to face him arguing, “What are you going to say? You brought me up here for a shag?” Looking at you doubtfully, he added, “No one here is going to believe you’re Russian.”

“Yeah? Well, no one’s going to believe I’d fuck a bellend like you either! Not for all the money in—” but John cut you off, shoving you out an open window. He came barreling out after you with a grunt, rolling toward you into the flower bushes.

Just as he did, two men went rushing past, unaware of your presence on the well-manicured lawn. You didn’t understand what they were saying, but the sounds echoing inside of their rough curses and heavy boots were enough to make you grateful you hadn’t attempted your plan.

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As you drove home John stole a glance at you, a smug smile tugging at his lips. “That’s two for me,” he commented.

“Two what?” you said, picking leaves from your hair.

“I’ve saved your life twice, alley cat. Three if you count the lie I’m going to have to tell to keep anyone from finding out you stole that ring tonight,” he chuckled, gesturing toward your left hand. 

You gasped as you realized that in the chaos of your escape, you absconded with the jewel you’d been admiring earlier. “Fucking hell!” you exclaimed, trying to wiggle it free. However, it wouldn’t budge and John watched you claw at your hand helplessly as he shook with laughter.

“That’ll teach you to impersonate a bloody duchess!” he roared.

In desperation to remove the ring, you began sucking on your finger to use your saliva as a lubricant, but John quickly pulled your hand away.

“Stop it! You don’t know where that thing’s been,” he said, disgustedly. “You wouldn’t believe the things Tommy’s told me about what they do with their gems.”

“Like what?” you asked in a distracted, far off voice, too busy watching your finger turn from red to purple as you squeezed at the metal band painfully.

John snickered as he replied, “Tatiana said that’s been inside her aunt’s dusty old cunt!”

“Get it off me!” you cried, thrusting your hand in his face and slapping at his shoulders as though the ring was burning your skin.

The car swerved as John batted you away, scolding you in his deep fatherly voice he reserved for his errant children. “Behave yourself, Y/n. I’m fucking driving!” 

You slumped back in your seat with a frown, feeling the gem snag your dress as you crossed your arms over your chest. Thinking of Alfie’s explicit instructions not to take anything from the house, you lit a cigarette and began to ponder a way to hide your accidental theft. 

It wasn’t long before John’s taunts drew you from your sulking. “So what’s Russian pussy taste like, Y/n?”

Exhaling smoke in his direction you retorted, “Probably the same as the cock you had to suck to get in the front door, you fuck wit. Now help me figure out what I’m going to do about this!” you cried.

“I’ll sort this for you,” John said confidently, eyes trained on the road once more. He knew Tommy would do anything to keep Grace happy, even concealing this massive fuck up from Alfie.

“Yeah, how?” you challenged him, exhausted and definitely not in the mood for his scheming.

“Let’s go see Tommy,” he announced.

“Now?” you shrieked. John just nodded. “Is he even awake?” 

“You’re asking the wrong questions, sweetheart,” John said with a smirk. 

You rolled your eyes at him, letting your head drop back against the bench seat in frustration.

“So do you like weddings?” he asked nervously clutching at the steering wheel, though he had no reason to be. You’d have to say yes after a favor like this.

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The light of the pre dawn hours had not yet breached the Shelby household when an ominous scratching noise woke Tommy and Polly. Giving up any hope he had of resting the day before his wedding, Tommy rose cautiously with his pistol in hand. Creeping toward the steps in the darkness, he held his breath as he heard the thud of a body tripping over the low windowsill. 

“On your fucking feet before I put a bullet in your head,” he warned in a low growl. He readied his weapon, fearing the worst before seeing a lighter flicker to life before him and John’s face appear in an orange halo of light.

“For fucks sake, it’s me Tommy!” he called out, brushing off his jacket which was still coated in dirt and grass, a few leaves sticking out from his back pockets.

Tommy came forward to light a lamp and took in the sight of his younger brother helping you through the window, a large diamond ring shining brightly on your left hand. He blinked several times at the sight, rubbing his eyes to be sure he wasn’t dreaming. 

“We need your help, brother,” John said cryptically.

Tommy stood still for a moment, running a hand down his face before exhaling a weary reply. “What have you two done now?”

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Read next part Birthday Gift

[hot-soop]

bts as hot fuzz characters

this is inspired by the belly-aching conversation i just had with @ugh-yoongi

Seokjin - Simon Skinner

loves a joke, particularly wordplay. chaotic neutral. gets away with anything because he's dripping in charisma. great legs. athletic. has minions (yoonkook) to do his bidding at any given moment. everyone who knows him loves him despite frankly absurd levels of obnoxiousness (we know it's all a front but do genpop?). would k word people if necessary (ie a bad performance in a play). baddie attitude at every single social event.

Yoongi - Arthur Webley keeps to himself, minds his business, will chop down that hedge if it obstructs a lovely view. values comfort over style. man of few words who sometimes murmurs so much even the translators have a hard time understanding him. good with a gun (yoonji i'm lookin at u, girl). bit pasty. nice hat. prob has a weird enormous collection hidden in the basement. constantly pulling a wtf expression. pretty much done with everything. bit grouchy sometimes, bless him, could do with a nap

Hoseok - The Living Statue golden child, always smiling, sadly not surprising he's one of the first to be killed off because he's got no survival skills, ie way too trusting. man of many talents. a performer through and through - right until the end. never said a bad word about anyone. always impeccably dressed. nobody knows what he’s really thinking. love him. slay king 💅🏻

Namjoon - Nicholas Angel take no bullshit attitude, holds a grudge and will make it petty. classic witty one-liners that people quote years later. loves plants. always looking for the truth. good-lawful. wouldn't say no to a cornetto. idk about guns but i bet he could ride a horse. certainly no problems with bikes. remembers EVERYTHING. always has a backup plan, small circle of friends but he loves them to the moon and back. looks kinda dangerous sometimes, that stare...yanno?

Park Jimin - Doris Thatcher a FLIRT. a PERSONALITY. small and scrappy. Sandford’s It Girl. everyone loves doris just like everyone loves jimin. great smile, proud of his chest just like doris. will always laugh over an innuendo. looks like a cinnamon roll but will kill you.

Kim Taehyung - Tim Messenger very sweet, makes little mistakes sometimes and that's ok cause he’s just adorable. thinks outside the box. v concerned about honesty. looks at the bigger picture and no one really gets what's happening until it's over. always on the money despite seemingly unaware of the world around him. wanna put him in my pocket

Jungkook - Danny Butterman v endearing. surprisingly capable at everything even though you thought he wasn't listening during the briefing. likes manly men and cool things and superheros. highkey 12 years old in a 25 year old body. really really in love with Nicholas Angel/Namjoon. loyalty to those he loves. good at impressions. loves ice cream, looks cute in a cowboy hat. has that vacant expression sometimes and u know he’s daydreaming about something utterly bizarre

[forthegothicheroine]

🎵marianne/van helsing, alucard/trevor/sypha, rowena/mordred, morgan/arthur, mina/lucy, david/star/michael, edith/thomas

Marianne/Van Helsing- Lucky for you, I already have a song for them!  Juliet by Emilie Autumn.

Meet me beneath my balcony and say No one but you could ever fill my night Be the sunlight in my every day Underneath my balcony I'll say No one but you could ever fill my night Be the sunlight in my every day

Alucard/Trevor/Sypha- Dance While the Sky Crashes Down by Jason Webley

We've all begun to die, and don't know what to do. Since it hurts to pray to God, when God is dying too. Takes strength to laugh, when you start to drown. And we dance while the sky crashes down.

Rowena/Mordred- I did a whole playlist for them, but for me their song will always, always be Summertide Sorrow by Hildegard von Blingen’.

Kiss me once before thou goest Summertide sorrow I have loved thee the most And shall love thee to my barrow

Morgan/Arthur- Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac (Morgan listens to a lot of Mom Rock)

Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night And wouldn't you love to love her? Takes to the sky like a bird in flight And who will be her lover? All your life you've never seen Woman taken by the wind Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win?

Mina/Lucy- Wrong gothic novel, but fuck it, Wuthering Heights by Kate Bush.

Ooh, it gets dark, it gets lonely On the other side from you I pine a lot, I find the lot Falls through without you I'm coming back love

David/Star/Michael- Not allowing myself to pick anything off the Lost Boys soundtrack but still going for that vibe, Sweet Dreams by the Eurythmics.

Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused

Edith/Thomas- Building a Mystery by Sarah McLachlan

You're so beautiful With an edge and charm But so careful When I'm in your arms

[kin-playlists]

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : LESTAT DE LIONCOURT [INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE]

genre(s) ;; gothic rock, darkwave, alternative rock, etc.

themes ;; general character playlist

|◁ II ▷|

✧ 1. Black No. 1 (Little Miss Scare-All) - Type O Negative

✧ 2. I'll Wait Forever - Ex-Voto

✧ 3. Good in the Dark - Male Tears

✧ 4. Trick Or Treat - London After Midnight

✧ 5. Spellbound - Siouxsie and the Banshees

✧ 6. I'm Not Jesus - Apocalyptica

✧ 7. Red Flags and Long Nights - She Wants Revenge

✧ 8. Now And Forever - The Last Dance

✧ 9. Scar Trek / Parasite God - Mortiis

✧ 10. La Danse Macabre du Vampire - Theatres Des Vampires

✧ 11. Dance While the Sky Crashes Down - Jason Webley

✧ 12. The Riddle - The Scarlet Pimpernell Soundtrack

✧ 13. Nocturnal Me - Echo & The Bunnymen

✧ 14. The Vampire Masquerade (Organ Version) - Peter Gundry

✧ 15. Do the Vampire and Dance - Dr. Arthur Krause

✧ 16. Vampyre Erotica - Inkubus Sukkubus

[spotify]

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~ GIL ! 🐚

all playlists are subject to change or improvement without notice. check carrd for request info.

[avonpyre]

Does anyone else associate some random songs with Silmarillion or Tolkiens legendarium in general?

My examples:

Fëanorian oath = Do you hear the people sing(Herbert Kretzmer)

first kinslaying = Swan lake(Tchaikovsky)

Maglor wandering around = Hymn for the missing(Coldplay)

Fëanor's and Nerdanel's eventual reunion at the end of the world = Je te pardonne(Gims)

Maglor and Maedhros = in your eyes(Robin Schulz)

Elrond and Elros = Evelyn Evelyn(Amanda Palmer and Jason Webley)

Eärendil to Elrond and Elros = Song of the sea(Nolwenn Leroy)

Luthien and Beren = Unity(Alan Walker)

Maedhros = This is me(Keala Settle)

Andreth and Aegnor = Say you won't let go(James Arthur) /My immortal (Evanescence)

Arwen and Aragorn = Rewrite the stars(Zac Efron and Zendaya)

Fëanor and Fingolfin = Brother(Kodaline)

Fingolfin and Finarfin = Always gold(Radical Face)

Fëanorians before the second and third kinslaying = Love and honor (FFH)

Maedhros = unravel(Toru Kitajima)

Eärendil and Elwing = Guide you home(Becky Kneubuhl and Gabriel Mann)

Elros to Elrond = See you again(Wiz Khalifa)

Turgon and Aredhel = Silent scream(Anna Blue)

Fingolfin and Morgoth fight = Goliath(Smith & Thell)

Numenorians = Forever young (Alphaville or undressed)

Daeron = Remember me (Iñigo Pascual)

Fëanor or Dior = Viva la Vida (Coldplay)

Fëanorians (again lol)=Let it burn (red)

Fëanor just before his death = Bring me back to life (Extreme music)

Maeglin = falling inside the black (Skillet)

Celebrian and Elrond = Jet lag (Simple plan)

Nimloth and Elured & Elurin = Safe and sound (Taylor Swift)

Fingon and Maedhros = Set fire to the rain (Adele)

Mereth Aderthad = We own the night (The wanted)

The list probably shows which characters are my favorite lol (cough Fëanorians cough) and firstly i wanted to do smaller list but I enjoyed making this too much imo. And if you associate some songs with the Legendarium then please tell me which ones because I like discovering new songs.

[pedroam-bang]

Sherlock Holmes (2009)

[fanaiceach]

Though he isn’t incredibly materialistic, Geoffrey has acquired a few keepsakes over the years, some of which he’s managed to hold onto through the modern era:

His mother’s rosary. Something of a family heirloom -- it belonged to his grandmother before it belonged to his mother. The beads are wood and slightly worn from its use before it came into Geoffrey’s possession, and the crucifix is silver. He tries not to let it tarnish.

Two photos from the flat in Dublin where he grew up -- a family portrait taken a few months after Geoffrey was born and Ian was four, and one of just his parents taken on the same day. The photographs were taken in a studio in Dublin, a rare monetary splurge for the working class McCullum family. But they had lost two children between the births of their sons, and wanted to commemorate the family they’d struggled to build. Geoffrey took the photos from the frames in his parents’ bedroom the night he left. 

Carl Eldritch’s gold signet ring, bearing the man’s initials on either side of the Priwen cross. It came into Geoffrey’s possession after Eldritch’s death, and he continues to wear it on the pinkie finger of his left hand.

Webley Mk 1 revolver. The gun was used by Eldritch to kill his father, and later by Geoffrey to kill his brother. Though other weapons took preference as time pressed on and he hasn’t used it in years, Geoffrey kept the gun as backup -- and as a brutal reminder of his bloody past.

The forearm-mounted crossbow that Geoffrey designed himself a few years’ after joining Priwen’s ranks. His preferred weapon for most of his hunting career, updated and modified frequently to maximize its efficiency. He sometimes hunts with a much sleeker model he’s more recently designed, but the original is displayed in whatever passes for his current office space. 

The sword wielded against Reid at the Pembroke was personally selected by Geoffrey from Priwen’s armory. Truthfully, it was never meant to leave the armory for an extended time. The sword was a weapon of ceremony, meant to be used by Priwen’s leader during the Great Hunt. Geoffrey took -- stole, technically -- it with him when he fled London following his turning. In spite of what groups such as the Brotherhood of St. Paul’s stole might profess, the sword is, in fact, the genuine Excalibur. Unfortunately it’s a bit too conspicuous for most hunts these days, and it remains safely mounted in his office waiting to be useful again.

A plain pewter flask containing the last remnants of King Arthur’s blood. Upon realizing the change it effected in him, Geoffrey didn’t want anyone else in the Guard repeating his mistake. He took what remained of it from Priwen’s small cache of relics at the time of his departure, and a century later he still isn’t sure what to do with it. It is, after all, a connection to his Maker.

[eugene114]

Assassination of James A. Garfield

Assassination of James A. Garfield

President Garfield with James G. Blaine after being shot by Charles J. Guiteau

Location:

Washington, D.C.

Date:

July 2, 1881

9:30 am (Eastern Time)

Target:

James A. Garfield

Weapon(s):

Bulldog Revolver

Deaths:

1 (President Garfield) 

Perpetrator

Charles J. Guiteau

The    

assassination

of President

James A. Garfield

took place in Washington, D.C. on July 2, 1881. Garfield was shot by Charles J. Guiteau at 9:30 am, less than four months into Garfield's term as the 20th President of the United States. Garfield died eleven weeks later on September 19, 1881, the second of four Presidents to be assassinated, following Abraham Lincoln and preceding William McKinley and John F. Kennedy. His Vice President, Chester A. Arthur, succeeded Garfield as President. Garfield also lived the longest after the shooting, compared to other Presidents. Lincoln and Kennedy died less than a day after being shot, and McKinley died a week later.

Stalking the President

Charles Julius Guiteau

Charles Guiteau turned to politics after failing in several ventures, including theology, a law practice, bill collecting, and time in the utopian Oneida Community. He wrote a speech in support of Ulysses S. Grant called "Grant vs. Hancock", which he later revised to "Garfield vs. Hancock" after Garfield won the Republican nomination in the 1880 presidential campaign. Guiteau never delivered the speech in a public setting, instead printing up several hundred copies, but he believed that this speech along with his other efforts were largely responsible for Garfield's narrow victory over Winfield S. Hancock in the election of 1880. Guiteau believed he should be awarded a diplomatic post for his vital assistance, first asking for Vienna, then settling for Paris. He loitered around Republican headquarters in New York City during the 1880 campaign, expecting rewards for his effort, to no avail. Still believing he would be rewarded, Guiteau arrived in Washington on March 5, 1881, the day after Garfield's inauguration, and obtained entrance to the White House and saw the President on March 8, 1881, dropping off a copy of his speech. He spent the next two months roaming around Washington, shuffling back and forth between the State Department and the White House, approaching various Cabinet members and other prominent Republicans and seeking support, to no avail. Guiteau was destitute and increasingly slovenly due to wearing the same clothes every day, the only clothes he owned, but he did not give up. On May 13, 1881, he was banned from the White House waiting room. On May 14, 1881, Secretary of State James G. Blaine told him never to return: "Never speak to me again of the Paris consulship as long as you live."

Guiteau's family had judged him to be insane in 1875 and attempted to have him committed, but Guiteau escaped. Now his mania took a violent turn. After the encounter with Blaine, Guiteau decided that he had been commanded by God, he is quoted in saying, "I leave my justification to God..." to kill the ungrateful President. Guiteau borrowed $15 and went to purchase a revolver. He knew little about firearms, but knew that he would need a large caliber gun. He chose to buy an ivory-handled .44 Webley British Bulldog revolver over a similar wooden-handled Webley because he thought it would look good as a museum exhibit after the assassination. (The revolver was recovered and displayed by the Smithsonian in the early 20th century but has since been lost.) He spent the next few weeks in target practice—the kick from the revolver almost knocked him over the first time—and stalking the President. He wrote a letter to Garfield, saying that he should fire Blaine, or "you and the Republican party will come to grief." The letter was ignored, as was all the correspondence Guiteau sent to the White House.

Guiteau continued to prepare carefully, writing a letter in advance to Commanding General of the United States Army William Tecumseh Sherman asking for protection from the mob, and writing other letters justifying his action as necessary to heal dissension between factions of the Republican Party. He went to the District of Columbia jail, asking for a tour of the facility to see where he'd be incarcerated. (He was told to come back later.) Guiteau spent the whole month of June following Garfield around Washington. On one occasion, he trailed Garfield to the railway station as the President was seeing his wife off to a beach resort in Long Branch, New Jersey, but he decided to shoot him later, as Mrs. Garfield was in poor health and he did not want to upset her.

Assassination

Garfield was scheduled to leave Washington on July 2, 1881 for his summer vacation. On that day, Guiteau lay in wait for the President at the Baltimore and Potomac Railroad station, on the southwest corner of present day Sixth Street and Constitution Avenue NW, Washington, D.C.

President Garfield came to the Sixth Street Station on his way to his alma mater, Williams College, where he was scheduled to deliver a speech. Garfield was accompanied by two of his sons, James and Harry, and Secretary of State Blaine. Secretary of War Robert Todd Lincoln waited at the station to see the President off. Garfield had no bodyguard or security detail; with the exception of Abraham Lincoln during the Civil War, early U.S. presidents never used any guards.

As President Garfield entered the waiting room of the station Guiteau stepped forward and pulled the trigger from behind at point-blank range. "My God, what is that?" Garfield cried out, flinging up his arms. Guiteau fired again and Garfield collapsed. One bullet grazed Garfield's shoulder; the other hit him in the back, passing the first lumbar vertebra but missing the spinal cord before coming to rest behind his pancreas.

Guiteau put his pistol back in his pocket and turned to leave the station for the cab he had waiting outside, but he was apprehended before he could leave by policeman Patrick Kearney, who was so excited at having arrested the man who shot the president that he neglected to take Guiteau's gun from him until after their arrival at the police station. The rapidly gathering crowd screamed "Lynch him!" but Kearney took Guiteau to the police station a few blocks away. As he surrendered to authorities, Guiteau uttered the exulting words, repeated everywhere: "'I am a Stalwart of the Stalwarts! I did it and I want to be arrested! Arthur is President now!'" This statement briefly led to unfounded suspicions that Arthur or his supporters had put Guiteau up to the crime. The Stalwarts were a Republican faction loyal to ex-President Grant; they strongly opposed Garfield's Half-Breeds. Like many Vice Presidents, Arthur was chosen for political advantage, to placate his faction, rather than for skills or loyalty to his running-mate. Guiteau, in his delusion, had convinced himself that he was striking a blow to unite the two factions of the Republican Party.

https://assassination.fandom.com/wiki/Assassination_of_James_A._Garfield

[paramounticebound]

*   EIGHT PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER!

𝟏. ( ALIAS / NAME ) —— Lee.

𝟎𝟐.  ( BIRTHDAY ) —— December 25th.

𝟎𝟑.  ( ZODIAC SIGN ) —— Capricorn.

𝟎𝟒.  ( HEIGHT ) —— 5′6″ 

𝟎𝟓.  ( HOBBIES ) —— Writing (hah), reading, sketching, playing video games, rune reading, herping. 

𝟎𝟔.  ( FAVORITE COLOR ) —— Silver. 

𝟎𝟕.  ( FAVORITE BOOKS ) —— One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey, Mort(e) by Robert Repino, We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson, The Last Question by Isaac Asimov, All the Troubles of the World by Isaac Asimov, Carrie by Stephen King, House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski, The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket by Edgar Allan Poe, The Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter, Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente.

𝟎𝟖.  ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO ) —— I Made a Promise to the Moon by Jason Webley

𝟎𝟗.  ( LAST FILM OR SHOW WATCHED ) —— Men In Black: International

𝟏𝟎.  ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ) —— Oof, TOS for sure. Psychopaths reciting Moby Dick? Yes please. Aside from that, Into Darkness of course. Playlists help a lot, and I may have “Khan”-centric ones on my Spotify, my YouTube, my phone, my iPod.... 

𝟏𝟏.  ( STORY BEHIND URL ) —— I’ve had this URL since the beginning and I’ve never changed it to a better one lmao. paramount-- supreme, icebound-- bound in ice. The supreme one bound in ice. Please hold your awards for creativity.

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The Pritchard - W.W. Greener Webley Bayonet was designed by Lt. Arthur Pritchard of the 3rd Royal Berkshire Regiment and produced by the arms company W.W. Greener in Birmingham for Private Purchase by Officers serving on the Western Front during World War One. Constructed with a custom brass hilt which attaches to the standard .455 cal Webley Mk VI Revolver. The bayonet utilized the top "T" cross section of a French Gras Model 1874 Bayonet blade which was readily available at the time. The concept was that the brass handle of the bayonet had a barrel groove machined into the back edge of the grip and the cross guard had an orifice through which the barrel & the foresight protrudes. The rear of the hilt is hollow and fits over and around the pivoting hinge of barrel to frame then a locking catch on the cross guard locks directly behind the front sight mount retaining the bayonet snuggly to the weapon. As a result the pistol can be reloaded without removing the bayonet. Images via @forgottenweapons Amazing YouTube video on the Pritchard - W.W. Greener Webley Bayonet - #pritchardwwgreenerweblybayonet #WW1 #pritchardbayonet #wwgreenerbayonet #webleybayonet #webleyrevolver #webleyvi #vintageweapons #trenchwarfare #trenchknife #history #design #engineering #weirdandthewonderful https://www.instagram.com/p/B_UhDdBjZTV/?igshid=1b3fcy7fk15u

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Exo in "Hot Fuzz" AU

Part of my crackhead saga in where I imagine the Exo members as characters in different universes they don’t belong in for no reason other than fun.

Spoiler warning if you haven’t seen the movie (obviously).

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

Minseok:

Head of the PTA. Regular at the pub. Thinks the teenagers in hoodies doing graffiti are the worst blight since the jugglers. Is the one who called in the complaint about Arthur Webley trimming his hedges. Won’t murder anyone, but will cut them to size with his words. Everyone keeps off his lawn.

Junmyeon:

Was looking at Sandford as a nice place to move to and settle down until the news broke. He’s decided he likes the city just fine.

Yixing:

On the police force. The only person in the village that can capture the escaped swan without hassle. Refuses to do so on account of his phobia. Great with grandmas, though. Still doesn’t know what happened with the village conspiracy fiasco. Always has food somehow? Not even nutrition bars or mints. Like, corndogs and whole bowls of wonton soup. The eighth wonder of the world is how he stays so fit.

Baekhyun:

Brother of Aaron A. Aaronson, Byun Baekhyun. Helped build the model village. Was more devastated that it was destroyed and impounded as evidence than the damage to the actual village.

Chanyeol:

Oh, he’s Janet’s husband’s nephew’s best mate’s ex-boyfriend’s–good for him–cousin. Used to work at Skinner’s store before he got outta school. Always dressing in those bloody baggy clothes, he is. How’s he expect anyone to properly see him like that? That sergeant’s gonna think he’s hidin’ somethin’, he will. And with his jumpy nature, bless him. Not lookin’ forward to that phone call.

Jongdae:

The new bartender after the last owners of the pub were arrested. Always cheerful and brightening the atmosphere. Starts a music program at the school. Can hear his laugh across the pub. It’s a good thing the neighborhood watch was dissolved.

Kyungsoo:

Farmer on the outskirts. Keeps an eye on the border for strangers. Has a cash of weapons in his shed next to his mother’s wheelchair for if her knees give out on her. Also her shotgun is under the bed. Pretends not to be affiliated with the neighborhood watch after the police precinct explodes and takes over the villages horticultural needs.

Jongin:

Janet’s husband’s nephew’s best mate’s ex-boyfriend–good for him. Left the village to study dance in the city before everything broke down. Returns after seeing the news to most of the village being in prison. Helps organize a fundraiser to rebuild the village square’s shops.

Sehun:

Sees the cheap new real estate and moves in right away. Is surprised to find most of the windows in the village square being replaced and later discovers shotgun pellets in the pubs bar. Shrugs it off and keeps drinking.

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Reproduction Pritchard Bayonet on a Webley Mark VI

The designer of this bayonet was Captain Arthur Pritchard born in 1898 he enlisted into the Royal Berkshire regiment in early 1915. He returned to Britain in 1916, and approached Wilkinson Sword, with the idea for a bayonet for the Webley Mark VI service revolver. His idea was to create a small bayonet, made from the tip of the 1897 Infantry Officer's sword. The problem Wilkinson Sword had at that time was that it was already producing the 1907 bayonet for the SMLE rifle as well as the 1908 Cavalry Trooper's sword. 

Pritchard's bayonet instead was produced at Greener's, a rival of Wilkinson Sword. Much of their business was reconditioning obsolete weapons. The company had a surplus amount of Model 1874 Gras bayonets, which were used in place of the 1897 sword tip. Although the manufacture of the bayonet was labour intensive the cost was cut by recycling the Gras bayonets.