#Awards and Medals

[elennemigo]

OLYMPIC GAMES 2024: Benedict Cumberbatch edition. 🥇🥈🥉

[cumforts69]

I just realised that the true damsel in distress has actually been Mu Qingfang all along. He got kidnapped multiple times by BOTH Bingmei and Bingge, in their respective universes

[youdeserveanaward]

You rested when you needed it. Good job listening to your body. You’re amazing.

[uwmspeccoll]

Eliot Land

On this day, September 26 in 1888, T. S. Eliot was born into the world in St. Louis, Missouri. In honor of his birthday, we present this 1932 First American edition of his Poems 1909-1925, published by Harcourt, Brace and Co. in New York.

Thomas Stearns Eliot (1888-1965) was an American-English poet, dramatist, publisher, essayist, editor, and literary critic. He was a leader in the Modernist poetry movement and is considered one of the greatest poets of the 20th century. He breathed new life into English poetry through his explorations in phrasing, style, and structure. He is most famously known for his 1922 publication, The Waste Land, which is often deemed the most influential poetic work of the 20th century. Among the many awards and honors given to Eliot were the British Order of Merit and the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1948, three Tony Awards in 1950 and 1983 (two posthumously for Cats), and the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 1964.

-- Melissa, Special Collections Graduate Student Intern

[so-very-small]

“Hey- whoa man, you haven’t been this tiny in a minute. Are you alright?”

I am not alright.

I am half an inch tall, hopping from letter to letter on my phone, composing a text draft so dramatic it could be on par with Greek myth.

“I blocked Sam,” I say. My (comparatively) giant friend lights up. “And then I unblocked them. And then blocked them. I went back and forth on that til I was about a foot tall.”

“Dude.”

“Now I’m trying to text them and man, the phrasing, it’s-“

And with that, I’m snatched up by two fingertips taller than me. They’ve always been gentle.

“Okay, you’re staying with me til you’re over your ex, buddy. And til you’re a bit taller.”

(And they’ve always been firm, when they’ve needed to.)

They set me on their shoulder, ignoring all protest as they grab my phone and delete the poem I had been composing. My swears don’t even phase them. I know it’s for the best, but dude, that took me like, an hour of cardio to type.

[potterheaded-hipster]

something i really enjoyed about the new pjo show, is that none of the cast look at all how i pictured the character, but that's let me really see them as their own thing. like leah jeffries isn't the annabeth in my head, and she isn't trying to be. she's her own take on the character, and as someone who's been rereading these books since fourth grade, its refreshing

having everyone look so different from what i pictured made it way easier to detach this show from what i was expecting. like since all the leads don't fit my mental image, its way easier to accept that nothing quite does, even the story.

i can suspend my disbelief better because i went in expecting things to be a little different. which is perfect for an adaptation, because they can never capture the picture in anyone's head. but if they help us move away from that, then we can appreciate the show for being its own take on things, expanding and changing things just a little to work better in this new medium.

and for the record i don't think anyone is doing a bad or unfaithful portrayal, far from it. they all talk, move, and act just like i'd always imagined. they're doing a perfect job and i cannot wait for more.

[shoezuki]

Ok ok ok i cant stop fucking thinkin bout this so like

These r the silvermane insignias ya? N its essentially badges/medals worn by captains of the silvermanes. So of course it makes sense that gepard would have em on his uniform

Altho like hes has multiple i Guess? Is he like a captain x3?? Ok thats whatever but what i want to fucking know is why

WHY. DOES HE HAVE ONE. ON HIS ASS???

[myjunkisyuzuruhanyu]

Congratulations to Team Japan for the Silver Medal! 🥈🇯🇵

Finally after two years the end result is here! Now award the medals asap!

The results have been changed by the ISU following the CAS decision on the doping of Kamila Valieva. USA wins Gold, Japan Silver and ROC Bronze.

[tenderjock]

outstanding leadership, extraordinary initiative, & steadfast devotion to duty

Daniel&Jack&Peggy, and medals earned in wartime.

"You ever notice that Thompson doesn't talk about the Navy Cross?"

Peggy froze in the middle of adding milk to her tea. After a moment, she put the bottle down and stirred carefully, thoughts racing. Without turning to Daniel or letting her surprise inflect her voice, she said, "What do you mean?"

Daniel shrugged, a little jerkily. "I don't know. Everything's always bigger and better with him, you know? He'll tell you how much he earns or how long his - ah, you know, he'll brag. But he changes the topic every time it comes up."

She tapped the spoon against the side of her cup. "Perhaps he -" She broke off, struggling for the words that would turn Daniel's attention away from the issue. "Perhaps he simply doesn't like to talk about things that happened over there. We've all been there; it's never anything like the medals or newsreels seem to say it was."

"Yeah, sure," Daniel said. "It just doesn't seem like Thompson to not tell everyone he knows about it."

"You don't talk about your Purple Heart," Peggy pointed out, not ungently. Daniel stiffened.

"That's different."

"It is," Peggy agreed. "It's different for all of us."

A pair of familiar footsteps joined them at the office commissary before Daniel could respond. Peggy glanced back down into her cup and added a generous spoonful of sugar.

"I see my top agents are spending their workday productively," Jack remarked, his smirk a sharp line in his face.

Peggy shot him a rather arch look. "I see Chief Thompson is having an equally productive day," she said. "Have you admitted defeat yet?"

Jack made a face. He'd been fighting, along with Agent Faut and some rather obnoxious pencil-pushers, to balance the New York SSR's budget for the better part of the week. Most of his morning had been spent in a meeting with the senator's aide.

"I got 'em on the ropes," he said. Daniel clears his throat, rather judgementally.

Peggy isn't quite sure who he's been more upset with recently: Jack, for taking the promotion, or her, for not being bothered by it.

His attitude was a bit annoying, to be honest. Frankly, she was never going to receive a Medal of Honor or the position as New York Chief, no matter who advocated for her or what evidence was presented to the U.S. government. Daniel had to know that, too; the man wasn't stupid. And he had to realize that having Jack in charge, where they could keep an eye on him, was better than any alternative.

"We were discussing wartime medals," Peggy said instead of all that. Jack stiffened; Daniel noticed; Peggy rolled her eyes. "I once knew a man who earned an Order of the Bath for strategic actions in battle." She considered the memory. "He had terrible teeth."

"Order of the Bath?" Jack said, disbelieving.

"For conspicuous heroism taking place in a sauna," Daniel said. Both men laughed. Peggy sniffed. They had no respect, these Americans.

"What about Carter?" Jack asked, still laughing.

Peggy blinked at him. "What about me?" she said.

"What kind of awards did Agent Peggy Carter deign to accept?"

"I didn't earn any," Peggy said stiffly. "Women aren't combatants."

That's a bit of an oversimplification, she will admit in the privacy of her own mind. There were a few medals she could have theoretically earned, from the Americans and her own government, had circumstances regarding her service not been so, well, unique.

Some Englishwomen had received medals, but their service had been different than hers - usually as pilots or somesuch, not the covert missions she had in occupied France and Nazi Germany.

She may have qualified from the U.S. Women's Army Corps Service Medal, although it perhaps would have required Colonel Phillips to pull a few strings. Peggy had occupied a strange place in the war: a woman, first of all, and therefore not allowed in combat or eligible to receive medals for heroism under fire. But she had also been a spy, someone who technically didn't exist; and a British operative working for the Americans. Both sides had simply sort of - cut her loose, after victory was obtained and she was no longer useful.

It was only due to Colonel Phillips' recommendation that she had this job in the first place. Peggy pursed her lips, then shook herself out of her thoughts.

Only to find the two men staring at her like they had just been dunked in ice water. It was a bit unsettling. She took a sip of tea.

"Anyway," she said. "I actually do have work to do. Daniel, try to keep in mind what I was saying."

Jack was frowning at her. Daniel was frowning, too, but his gaze flicked to Jack once when she spoke, before he nodded.

"Sure thing," he said, and shifted on his crutch out of her way to let her back to her desk.

: :

Peggy frequently found herself the last person in the office, nowadays, with the possible exceptions being Daniel and Jack. Right now, Daniel's dark head of curls was bent over his desk and Jack's light was still on in his office, although the blinds were drawn.

They've all been working in a companionable silence for the last two hours. Daniel was eating something that smelled hot and spiced at his desk; little noises kept coming from the Chief's office, the sound of a file cabinet being opened or the desk chair being pushed back.

For Peggy's part, she's been combing through reports of gun sales to women matching Dottie's description in the tri-state area. She has found three that warrant a closer look, and was just about to get herself another cup of tea and really settle in when Jack's door opened and he slouched out.

He stopped in front of her desk. She looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. He stared at her for a second, looking troubled.

"Yes?" she ventured, when it became clear he wasn't going to say anything to her.

"Can I talk to you?" he asked, rather abruptly.

Daniel was looking at them now. Peggy drummed her fingernails on her desk, then nodded and followed Jack into his office, where he shut the door behind them.

He then proceeded to stand at his desk, hands braced against the wood, staring blankly. Peggy was honestly starting to get worried, not that she thought letting Jack know that was a good idea.

"Chief Thompson?" she said. She didn't touch his arm, but it was a close thing.

Jack opened his desk drawer and pulled out a box. It looked like a large jewelry box and was made of navy blue leather, with gold detailing. Peggy didn't need to ask what was inside it - even if it hadn't had the name of the medal printed on it in little gold letters, she would have known.

"You should have it," Jack said. His face was grim and set.

"Jack!" Peggy said, shocked.

"You should have it," he insisted. "I don't - it shouldn't be me, anyway. And you deserve it, Peggy. We both know that." Jack glanced at her, then glanced away. "I was going to put it out on my desk but - I couldn't. I can't. You should have it."

Peggy stared at him, feeling like her heart was in her throat. Jack Thompson was a liar, and a fraud, and a self-serving, arrogant pain-in-the-arse to work with, but sometimes he still surprised her.

And, anyway, it would do no one any favors to make this into a bigger deal than it already was. She nodded, and carefully took the box and tucked it under one arm.

"I'll keep it safe," she said quietly. Then, more briskly, "Do you want me to brief you on the progress I've made in the Underwood case?"

"Christ," Jack said, rubbing his eyes. He laughed, a little wetly. "Yeah, that'd be great. Tell me you got something."

They talked for a few minutes. Jack agreed with her that there was meat in the rumor of a bank robbery being planned, although neither of them could fathom why a notorious Communist would want to rob a bank. When Peggy left his office with the Navy Cross in hand, Jack was pouring himself a Scotch, looking exhausted and like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Daniel looked up as Peggy fastened the clasps of her purse and got her coat. "You leaving?" he asked, and then considered her more closely. "Are you okay, Peggy?"

"Yes," she said. "Just, you know." She looked at Jack's office door and clutched the rectangular shape in her purse tighter. "I need to get home."

"I'll walk you out," Daniel said, still watching her. "I'm just about done here anyway."

Peggy waited while he grabbed his coat, hat, and briefcase. She had to watch her pace a bit when she's walking with Daniel, but the company was usually worth it. Tonight, she was tired and a little shaken and a bit too reflective, and she appreciated the distraction of having to make small talk with Daniel as they walked to the subway station together.

As they were waiting for her train - hers was due in four minutes; Daniel's, in six - Daniel said, apropos of nothing, "I guess I just never expect Thompson to care enough about anything to feel, I don't know." He looked across the platform blankly. "Shame or guilt or, or loss. Or anything."

Peggy looked at him. "I know what you mean," she said.

"You know why he doesn't talk about the Navy Cross." It wasn't a question. Daniel wasn't looking at her.

Peggy tucked her heavy purse tighter to her torso and breathed out slowly. "Yes," she said. Just yes, and nothing else.

Daniel nodded, still staring across the empty platform. "Is it something I should know about?"

She gave that some thought. "It's not something I'm going to tell you," she said finally. "Not without Jack's permission, which I don't think he'd give. But it doesn't change who he is, not really. It might explain some of what he's done, recently." Then, because she wanted to be honest with Daniel: "Although you may not like the explanation."

He dipped his chin to his chest. "Alright," he said, then again, quieter, "Alright."

Her train arrived, and Peggy boarded, wishing Daniel a good night. Peggy observed him through the car's dirty, cracked window, a dark figure braced on his crutch, looking down at the concrete beneath his shoes. Peggy put one hand into her purse, pressing her palm against Jack's medal as she watched him.

As the train pulled away from the platform, Daniel seemed to shake himself and turned toward the opposite tracks, where his train going the other direction was arriving.

[cubikzoa]

fantasy nerds are always like “waaah waaah being immortal would SUCK bc you’re alone forever and your significant other always dies and humanity moves on without you 😢”

meanwhile I’m over here rolling my eyes heartily bc I’m an ADHD aroace introvert with an extreme passion for knowledge and cool shit, if I was gifted immortality I’d promptly fuck off to go hyperfocus for a couple centuries or just travel the globe until my feet fell off, I could procrastinate for 57 years and it wouldn’t matter, if we discover aliens 300 years from now I’ll get to see ‘em and you idiots WON’T, I will outlive both Jeff Bezos and my villainous student debt, I will experience infinite awesomeness and be perfectly content with my zest for the Loner Life™️, you cannot deprive me of this astounding opportunity go sit in the corner and suck on your loser lollipops of limited thinking and cry

[youdeserveanaward]

You showed yourself compassion today! How wonderful. You’re a rockstar!

[figsbass]

this is a PSA that @aydasparamour (on here she's not super active, more so on instagram and tiktok under the same name) has literally some of the BEST d20 video edits i've ever seen in my life. truly can't recommend enough go check her out!!!

[anotherkindofmindpod]

Giles Martin telling Peter Jackson that "Now and Then" was John's "Here Today."

(x)

[kangals]

i am supposed to hear back about puppies this week and if i dont. i fear i shall simply combust. pray for me.

[royalchildreneurope]

Princess Leonor, The Princess of Asturias greets the crowd after receiving the Asturias medal, at Oviedo's university historical building in Oviedo, Spain -October 24th 2024.

📷 : Casa de S.M. el Rey.

[myjunkisyuzuruhanyu]

According to this article by Mainichi (and according to machine google translate) Shoma will be awarded his Silver Team medal around the 10th September 2024.