#British boys' magazine

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Bad day to be Bird Man!

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Cillian Murphy for the March issue of British GQ!!! One of his most stunning photoshoots...

Alcohol markers and polychromos pencils ❤️❤️❤️

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JONAH HAUER-KING for 1883 Magazine (2019) 🎬

Agh, that’s a big question! They range from a fear of heights, Arsenal losing, the word ‘moist’. Generally, I’ve always found my friends and family to be the best comfort. They make me laugh — that seems to be the best antidote.

~about what he fears the most

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Hunk 💋💋💋💋

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Leo Woodall photographed by Bartek Szmigulski for Wonderland Winter 2022

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Timothée Chalamet blessing us mere mortals with a cover shoot for British GQ.

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WORLD WRESTLING FEDERATION MAGAZINE : JANUARY 1993

MICHAELS TAKES THE INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE

A LOSS FOR THE BULLDOG

Transcript Below!!!

Shawn Michaels is the WWF Intercontinental Champion. He has beat the British Bulldog for the title. Now Shawn Michaels must defend it against contenders eager for his scalp, including the British Bulldog.

“I gave Shawn Michaels a chance to win the WWF Intercontinental Title,” says the Bulldog. “I feel strongly that he owes me the opportunity for a rematch. I want to have a chance to retake what was mine.” 

The match that cost the Bulldog the belt was an explosive event. Both wrestlers opened by locking up several times. Each time, the Bulldog showed his strength by powering Michaels to the canvas. The Bulldog again demonstrated strength when Michaels tried repeated shoulder blocks. The Bulldog didn’t budge. Michaels was the one who was rocked. The most awesome demonstration of the Bulldog’s strength occurred after Michaels had him on the mat in an arm scissors. The Bulldog stood up, hoisted Michaels into the air with one hand and tossed him to the mat. In doing so, the Bulldog injured his back, which Michaels then repeatedly attacked.

After a press slam and a clothesline by the Bulldog, Michaels started slugging. The two wrestlers dazzled the crowd by exchanging leg trips and counters. As they ran the ropes, Shawn managed to oust the Bulldog from the ring. Before the Bulldog re-entered, Michaels took the protective pad off the metal turn-buckle, obviously hoping to bang the Bulldog into the exposed metal.

As the battle returned to the ring, the British Bulldog used a hip toss to break out of an abdominal stretch by Michaels. But after the Bulldog missed with an elbow, he suffered a severe pounding by Michaels.

||The tempo of battle shifted all through the contest. However, Michaels captured the title when he fell atop the Bulldog after a suplex went awry.||

The momentum shifted back and forth several times. The Bulldog drove Michaels’ head to the mat and then whipped him. However, Michaels ended up springing back to his feet. Then the Bulldog monkeyflipped Shawn–and he crashed into the metal turnbuckle.

After suffering a Bulldog suplex, Michaels reversed an Irish whip. This time the Bulldog hit the exposed buckle. After the Bulldog rebounded, the two wrestlers tore into one another again. Michaels tried a whip, which was deftly reversed by the Bulldog. Shawn landed on the top buckle. Now it was time for the Bulldog to try a power move that could end the match. He climbed up and grabbed Michaels for a suplex. However, Michaels used his weight, and the Bulldog landed on the mat with his opponent atop him. Michaels got the count, and the title changed hands. 

Now Michaels is more cocky than ever. “I’ve got it all,” he says, “sex appeal and the title. Everyone envies me.” 

Maybe, but certainly not his many challengers. Since Michaels bagged the belt, numerous WWF superstars have stepped in line. Thus, Michaels and his title may be in grave jeopardy. 

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Bertie through the years, on the cover of TIME Magazine. Top, L-R: January 12th 1925 and March 8th 1937 Bottom, L-R: May 15th 1939 and March 6th 1944 Which one is your favourite? I love his tousled hair & smile on the May 1939 issue :)

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Yall this woman is sooo fuckin mad at me for calling her out 😭 she reblogged that last one three separate times just to 1. make sure i knew sHe WaS dOiNg HeR pHd At CaMbRiDgE 2. to call me a whore (her only other insults are bitch and cunt and considering she's angry at me for going to a historically womens college and butch lesbians for existing that checks out) and 3. make absolutey clear that me posting a magazine photoshoot was THE MOST ENTITLED THING EVER and she was actually SOOO OPPRESSED for daring to be a girly cis girl who held hands with boys at smith. And ofc she hit me with the tried and true "hows your gEnDeR sTuDiEs degree" i would like all of you to know hampshire has a birdwatching major

Like this is the kind of thing i expect from 15 year olds but she was in college in 2000 so shes like 40 😭 that said this is all exactly the kind of shit i expected her to say and since its still boring i waurnt reply unless i think of a really funny way to make fun of her. Thanks for reading

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🌈Jonah Hauer-King for Gentleman’s Journal Issue 40 ~ (summer 2023)

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Drunk words are sober thoughts

Hobie Brown x reader

Part three of the My Nuisance mini series. Find the other parts here

word count: 959

Synopsis: Hobie forgets everything he told you last night. Thank you @good-so for the inspo!!

When you woke up Hobie was gone. You were surprised you didn’t hear his obnoxious boot buckles clicking when he left. In fact you were surprised he left at all. He basically confessed his love and the fact he was Spiderman to you last night.

You needed time to process everything, make sure none of it was a fever dream. As soon as you woke up (and gathered your thoughts) you trudged over to Hobies flat. You knocked on the door similar to how Hobie always did, part of you was angry that he had left you but you would rather die than let him know he got to you.

“Hobie? You in there?!” You yell pressing your ear against the door.

As you lean into the door it opens up, he had left the door unlocked and didn’t even fully close it. You stepped into the rather dark flat and admired the decorations. He had a way of making everything look like a punk rock magazine, despite the chaos it was cleaner than you had anticipated. You searched throughout the flat trying to find him but it was clear he wasn’t there.

Eventually you came across a small box decorated with photos of the London bridge and bright colors. You didn’t mean to snoop around, really, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Inside were five things: three letters, a ring, and a necklace. You had recognized the ring and necklace, they were yours. You had lost both of them by mistake about a week ago but assumed they were long gone. As you thought about it more you realized something like that happened often, you would lose something of yours and a week later they would up outside of your door with a note attached to it.

Usually saying “You’re quite clumsy, love - Hobie”

It hadn’t occurred to you why he had found so many of your things until now.

You looked at one of the letters, and sure enough it said “You just keep losing stuff don’t you? Good thing i’m here to save the day -Hobie” You smile to yourself thinking about the fact that he would probably give you this tomorrow.

The second letter was from you. The first time you had ever told him to turn down his music. As you read it you realized how much you had changed from the first time you met him. You were so polite in the letter, the fact you had taped a letter to his door instead of screaming at him was polite in itself. After that first letter you don’t think you have ever said “please” and “thank you.” From then on it was mostly you stomping over to his flat and yelling while he stood there amused.

The last letter was addressed to you. And it was double sided, either this boy has a lot of baggage or he was really in love with you. You felt awful reading it though. You started at the first words for a while “For my Love,” until the lights switched on.

“You’re breaking into my house now? That’s cheeky init?” He smirked. God he is so stupid, and what British person actually says init?

“The door was open. I was… just checking to see no one like a robber had broken in,” you replied.

“Right, and you also wanted to make sure that box wasn’t broken into?” he replied.

You immediately set it down.

“I haven’t read any of it, promise,” you smiled

“Yet, you haven't read any of it yet,” he finished for you.

“So, about last night?” you bring up. Hoping he’ll want to talk about it.

“Right… uhm, i don’t really remember any of it? So whatever i said don’t pay any attention. I’m a compulsive liar when I get wasted,” he shrugs.

Oh. He didn’t remember anything he said. And he’s also a dunk liar. Cute. You were still slightly convinced he’s spiderman, though. He showed you the suit and the mask, which weren’t exactly replicas to your knowledge. And trust, you knew your spiderman suit replicas. But the other stuff?

The stuff about you hurting his feelings and him being in love with you? Yeah, you were almost one hundred percent sure those were lies. You don’t know why you were convinced with one but not the other. You just did.

“Yeah, of course,” you looked sad.

“But I should get going,” you said after a moment of silence.

“Right, we’ll uhm, see you,” he said.

You nodded before looking down at the ground, walking off without being able to look into his eyes.

You shut the door to your flat faster than you ever have before.

“Oh my lord,” you whispered to yourself.

Gods, if that wasn’t the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to you. You didn’t even know what you were thinking, you had to be mental, right? Going into Hobies flat while he wasn’t around? And he caught you? You could never show your face again.

While you’re in your flat panicking your mind out, Hobie is filled with anxiety. He’s racking his brain trying to remember what happened last night and why he woke up in your bed. Did he say something horrible? Did he confess his deepest secrets to you? The answer was yes, but he didn’t know that yet. He only left early because Miguel had pinged his watch with some stupid mission.

“The fate of the multiverse is at stake,” or something like that.

He knew he had to talk to you again. Picking up the box he pulled out the ring. Admiring the way it glimmered in the fluorescent lights.

Throwing away the note that came with it, he knew exactly how to start a conversation.

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Alex Lawther for JÓN Magazine (2017)

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What is Edwin Payne reading? : a closer look.

From the flashback scene in the show, we get this very short shot of Edwin walking down the halls. Now, what he is reading tells you all about the Dead Boy Detectives’ love for detective and adventure stories. He is carrying a penny novel! (also known as dime novel in the US- and the names are due to their cheap prices of, you guessed it! One penny or one dime each) Precisely no. 87 of the “Aldine Tip-Top Tales”.

But, what were the Aldine Tip-Top Tales you might ask yourself. Well, originally the name was:

Tip Top Detective Tales and it was one of the Aldine Publishing Company's many library series produced to capture the fancy of the youth of Great Britain. This particular one ran from 1910 through 1912 when it morphed into just Tip Top Tales, produced to include stories of adventure, as well as those of criminal content. With one exception, all of the novels included in the series were published anonymously. (The exception: Glittering Gold! by Emile Gaboriau -Tip Top Detective Tales #4).

The Aldine Publishing Company was founded by Charles Perry Brown (1834-1916).

Some other titles included:

But, we see Edwin reading something else:

Which happens to be The Strand Magazine! And this very one for this shot.

The Strand Magazine was a British monthly magazine published from january 1891 to march 1950 (711 issues) in its original version (a new version of the magazine has been edited from 1998). George Newnes Ltd. was the publisher of the magazine and it was edited by Herbert Greenhough Smith from 1891 to 1930, then by Douglas Edward Macdonald Hastings.

Arthur Conan Doyle was a huge contributor with novels, short stories, poems and articles.

The Strand Magazine was also published in the United States from february 1891 through february 1916 but with sometimes different content.

Between 1891 and 1930, The Strand Magazine published no less than

• 121 short stories

• 70 articles

• 9 novels

• 2 interviews and 1 poem written by Arthur Conan Doyle.

And just in case you did not know who Arthur Conan Doyle was, well, let me just leave some of his works here as well, originally published in the Strand:

And these are just two of the infinite variety of novels Edwin Payne owns. :)