#Frederick Hart

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Ex Nihilo, Frederick Hart, 1984

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The groundbreaking ceremony for the Vietnam Veterans Memorial was held in Washington, D.C. on March 26, 1982  

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"Luce…I chose us."

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Sansa Stark┃the living painting

John Millais. The Martyr of the Solway. 1871. │ Gabriel von Max. Young woman with flowers in her hair. │ Sophie Gengembre Anderson. Portrait of a Young Girl. │ James Carroll Beckwith. The Embroiderer. │ Arthur Hughes. Juliet and her Nurse. 1867–1872. │ Thomas Benjamin Kennington. Contemplation. │ Alexandre Cabanel. Fallen Angel. 1847. │ Frederick Sandys. Helen of Troy. 1867. │ Ruth Sanderson. Arthur and Guinevere. │ Paul Delaroche. The Execution of Lady Jane Grey. 1833. │ Johannes Vermeer. Girl with a Pearl Earring. 1665. │ Stephen Phillips. Nancy Price as Calypso in Ulysses. 1902. │ P. J. Lynch. Eithlinn, Daughter of Balor. 2000. │ Charles Allen Winter. Portrait of a Woman. 1919. │ William Oxer. Amor Aeternus. 2022. │ George Romney. Emma Hart as Miranda. 1786. │ Bertalan Székely. Red Haired Girl. 1875. │ John Roddam Spencer Stanhope. Thoughts of the Past. 1859. │ Jean-Jacques Henner. Head Of A Young Girl In A Blue Dress. │ John William Waterhouse. Ophelia. 1910. │ Rudolf Kosow, Geheimnisvoll. │

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The Prayer Jesus Taught: ”Give us this day, our daily bread” 

On March 12, 2023, Rev. Dr. Tim Hart-Andersen, the Senior Pastor at Minneapolis’ Westminster Presbyterian Church, delivered the third of his five sermons on different passages of the Lord’s Prayer.[1] This sermon was on a portion of the third sentence (in bold) of that Prayer: “Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.…

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Frederick Kroetsch: "I did my best to confront him and get answers" on Teddy Hart regarding Samantha Fiddler

Canadian filmmaker Frederick Kroetsch spent 1o years trying to make a reality show about controversial independent wrestler and Persian cat breeder, Teddy Hart. Under the assumption that this would be the next big hit reality show, Frederick had no idea that he would wind up at the center of a missing persons case for Teddy Harts’ ex girlfriend Samantha Fiddler. DANGEROUS BREED: CRIME.CONS.CATS.…

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What drives me most insane about all the discourse (or lack of discourse) around Hazbin is people trying to act like Angel Dust is the first ever sex worker character portrayed in media as an actual *character.* To say nothing of the fact that he's an utterly HORRIBLE representation. If anything it reinforces the idea of sex work as some bottom of the barrel hail mary for the desperate and horny. Which...no.

You want to know what most sex workers are like??? People. They're like *people.* People with interests and identities outside of their profession. They also have a lot in common with Therapists in that people go to them for comfort and sometimes literally a shoulder to cry on. The old cliche of a guy hiring a hooker only to cry about his problems isnt just for laughs. Listening to people and comforting them is a HUGE part of sex work. SO many sex workers are incredibly kind and emotionally intelligent people and not all of them only resorted to sex work out of desperation.

Angel? He's basically just a sassy, mean, gay twink stereotype rolled together with a ceaselessly horny, drug addled, asshole. Just because we're meant to feel bad for him doesnt make him a good representation.

You know some shows/movies that DO have positive rep? Bobs Burgers, Bless The Harts , GLOW, Firefly, Moulin Rouge, fucking Independence Day and yes I mean the one from 1996, and Sweet Charity which is from the goddamn 60s.

And these are just a fraction of the examples out there.

As a rule (and this is for everyone, not just the dickriders) just because YOU haven't seen/heard of something before doesnt mean it hasn't been done. Stop making all these broad judgements based on your own very narrow experience and do some research, good lord...

Dont even get me started on people trying to applaud the show for queer rep when it's literally just a Yaoi Hentai with musical numbers and twice the exploitation.

I pray to god John Waters never finds out about Hazbin because I don't need the poor man finding out all the work he did for queer culture and media has been set back decades by one spoiled rich white bitch.

And yes, Vivienne is white. Having South /Central American heritage does not automatically mean you aren't white. White is complexion, not a goddamn nationality. If you look and act white enough, you'll get treated like a white person, and Viv is about as white as they come. She grew up in goddamn bourgie-ass Frederick, Maryland. We see you, Viv.

Honestly, at the moment, I think my favorite fictional depiction of a sex worker is Tuca from Tuca & Bertie in that brief window of time she dabbled in it. Did it because she liked it and was good at it, no stereotypical Valentino-esque pimp in the picture, her clients were all regular people too, and she did it online which is something you don't often see in media. Viv could never have written something that grounded and adult.

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also what are the pronouns of the characters i need to yap but need to do so correctly

I have answered this on this page before, but I’m going to use this as an excuse to also add in the season two pals!!

Season One:

Alex Taylor- he/they

Reese Williams- she/they

Addison Quinn- she/her

Liam Thomas- he/they

Frederick Miller- they/them

Blake Bennett- he/they

[REDACTED] -she/her

Season Two:

Dakota Maxwell- he/they/she

Marshall McFarland- they/them

Eden Hart- they/she

Sarah Davis- she/her

Clyde O’Connor- he/him

Alan Dufour- he/him

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because nobody asked here is some deranged rambling/commentary about bbc3 audio drama twelfth night bc i listened to it again to jot down the timestamps and i am annoying (sorry). this is sort of long so i have hidden it under the readmore

going off the point i made in the previous post about rearranging 1.1 to be after 1.2 but the delicious foreshadowing in "will you go hunt, my lord?" "what, cesario?" "the hart" that occurs when it's viola/cesario talking to orsino rather than curio

also by rearranging 1.1 and 1.2 this means the audience is first told that both olivia's father and brother are dead, and then we see valentine reporting on olivia shutting herself in just to grieve her brother. almost like everything orsino knows about olivia is secondhand, incomplete information from his messengers

viola forgetting to make her voice deeper when talking to orsino for a second before catching herself is such a great detail. i like how you still get the sense of "disguise" without any visuals to accompany it

her voice gets a little higher when orsino is up close to her anyway

funeral bells ringing when we first meet olivia. she lost her family!! leave her alone guys!!

this may just be me but i feel like olivia's and malvolio's voices complement each other soooo well. they both have this "serious mature grounded" vibe when they're introduced + they're talking to feste. and of course this is true to the text cuz of olivia's line in 3.4 "he is sad and civil and suits well for a servant with my fortunes"

this also means that olivia and malvolio feel like a more proper match for each other. they sound like they're about the same age, their personalities gel w one another. it makes malvolio genuinely thinking that the letter is real + he has a chance w/ her a lot more believable (and sad)

"what kind o’ man is he?" "...why..... of mankind?" "what manner of man?" just trust me on this one when i say the way this is played makes me truth for autistic malvolio. malvolio being confused by what she's asking but trying to give her an answer anyway, and olivia emphasizing the clarification like this kind of miscommunication has happened a bunch of times

viola and olivia in 1.5 have chemistryyyyy. viola/cesario is putting on The Moves for her, and i think is EXACTLY how this scene should always be played. pulling open the curtains and opening the window!!! lifting olivia's veil!!! letting in the light!!! (what a metaphor). making her laugh by poking fun at toby and malvolio!!! swooping into her life and leaving her breathless w their sheer audacity!!!!!

basically, shoutout to naomi frederick who so clearly plays viola as being Very Into Olivia Herself rather than just being a mouthpiece for orsino and doing it for him. i can REALLY believe why olivia falls for her

the fact that "malvolio has to outrun viola on horseback" is explicitly not how 2.2 is staged in the text it's just they want to emphasize that this version of malvolio is so committed to doing anything for olivia no matter what

"you might have saved me my pains to have taken [the ring] away yourself" is now SO much more funny lmao

the fact malvolio gives viola the ring, viola throws it back, and THEN malvolio throws it down on the ground (as opposed to him just throwing it down on the ground like in the text) pleaseeeeee he doesn't get paid enough for this

the satisfied way viola says "i am the man" like she takes pride in the fact that she won olivia over and her only regret about it is "but we're both girls.... :(" mx bisexual disaster.......

i did make a bunch of "what the hell is wrong with you maria lol" posts but i will say that her actions do make more sense with how she's played here in 2.3 ie when she comes up to tell them that olivia/malvolio wants them to quiet down she's laughing and joining in with their singing anyway bc they're having such a good time (rather than like. she and malvolio are both fed up with them but malvolio is meaner about it and this suddenly makes her decide to plot his downfall)

it makes that bit where malvolio is like "maria if you care about olivia at all you will stop fucking tolerating this nonsense" hit that much harder bc he's extending his threat to toby towards her too. i don't think he's just making it up, i think he's putting his foot down for olivia bc she doesn't have the heart to do it herself but Lmao he really IS the kid that reminds the teacher that there's homework due today

viola suddenly stopping the music as she stares straight at orsino and goes "of your complexion". i can Hear the look in her eyes as she says this.

like godddd i love this viola so much

orsino going on his whole tirade about how women don't have the same capacity for love as men do, to viola's face, while the ocean roars in the background?? saying "[my love] is all as hungry as the sea?" OUCH.

because when viola says "i know too well what love women to men may owe", she isn't just talking about her love for orsino. she's also talking about her grief over her brother

and this makes SUCHHH a great segway into viola/cesario talking about their "sister". she's still grieving sebastian!! the memory of him is haunting her and she's tried to push it down but the (indirect) accusation that she had nothing in her heart for him is bringing it all back

AND THIS IS WHY THEY MOVED 2.1 TO RIGHT AFTER THIS... TO SHOW BOTH VIOLA AND SEBASTIAN GRIEVING THE OTHER BACK TO BACK... AUGHHHH IT'S SO PERFECT

i have yelled about malvolio in 2.5 in the tags here already but my god. can someone please help him

"'tis but fortune, all is fortune" he says after immediately tripping and falling on his face. it suddenly makes the line sarcastic and malvolio is dwelling on his general unluckiness lmao. and then he says that part about olivia potentially being in love with him to make himself feel better

"revolve... revolve? no." He exists in an audio-only format and he cannot do a little spin. this is so sad

the fact you can HEAR the happy tears streaming down his face by the end esp from the breathless way he says "i thank my stars, i am happy!!!!" truly hilarious and embarrassing and heartbreaking all at once!!! i am being killed to death listening to this!!!!!

"a ring in chase of you... so did I abuse myself, my servant, and, i fear me, you" olivia girl whatever you're paying malvolio it isn't enough

THE WAY THEY PLAY THE WHOLE "THEN THINK YOU RIGHT I AM NOT WHAT I AM" AS VIOLA ASSUMING THAT OLIVIA KNOWS SHE'S A GIRL AND EXPECTING A CONFRONTATION BUT INSTEAD SHE CONFESSES HER LOVE IS SOOOO LMAOOOOOOOOOOO

viola vs her internalized homophobia coming off as cesario going "sorry olivia i am gay" kills me every time. this isn't a commentary on the adaptation i think this is probably one of the funniest moments in the play just in general

3.4 makes me want to hit my head against a wall btw get them both out of there

the sound effect after malvolio says "yellow in my legs" makes me think he pulled up a chair and put a leg up on it. which would be super funny if i wasn't trying to not listen to what's happening rn

the "sweet roman hand" was originally malvolio talking about olivia's handwriting but here he says it after she slaps him djhgwjhgjwfbwmfw

malvolio struggling to pronounce the word "slough" has made ME forget how the word is supposed to actually be pronounced, btw

"souls and bodies hath he divorced three" "THREE??" "three!"

THE FUCKING FENCING SOUND EFFECTS KILL ME SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭😭

the only real complaint i have w this adaptation is that antonio is not nearly as down bad for sebastian as he should be. they even cut out his "beauteous evil" lines. this is so sad

andrew: i should fight cesario [gets beat up] damn cesario got hands

why did they do that to malvolio man

my heart cracked in two at the first "sir topas?" and genuinely every line delivery david did after that made me want to cry. i have a problem

they had to cut out feste and malvolio arguing about pythagoras because this malvolio is nowhere There enough to do anything but scream and beg for help like he keeps repeating it's so dark and i'm in hell and i'm not crazy and please give me candle pen ink and paper bc He's Been There Long Enough That He's Losing His Perception Of Reality And Feste's Gaslighting Is Not Helping

really like how malvolio and sebastian are contrasted by splitting 4.2 into two parts. something something class difference

sebastian is thinking to himself "what the fuck is happening, am i actually just insane" and then there's an immediate cut to the second part of 4.2 where we know malvolio is feeling the same way. But like. in an "exact opposite nightmare situation" kind of way

sorry the way malvolio says "ay, good fool". i need david to pay for my god damn emotional damages

we now cut from this horror scene to sebastian getting it on with this woman that he just met

the genuine pity in olivia's voice when talking to malvolio…….which obviously does not make the situation better for him in any way…………

sorry it is so fucking crazy to me that malvolio made the (true!) observation that feste can't do anything unless people laugh at him and give him money and feste takes it SO personally that he decides to psychologically torture him

potentially a weakness of the adaptation in itself for doing all this but i was not lying when i said that at the end of listening to it i couldn't feel anything except for abject despair at what happened to malvolio. none of this is funny!!!! oh my fucking god!!!!!

However what i did gain from this is that malvolio is my bleebo blorbo and i have several more emotions about him

anyway

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Video: Eddie Redmayne l The Day of the Jackal Premiere interview l Frederick Forsyth Thriller.

Eddie Redmayne is interviewed for Sky's The Day of the Jackal, starring Eddie Redmayne, Lashana Lynch, Úrsula Corberó, Charles Dance, Richard Dormer, Chukwudi Iwuji, Lia Williams, Khalid Abdalla, Eleanor Matsuura, Jonjo O'Neill, Nick Blood, Sule Rimi and Florisa Kamara.

Colin Hart and Ethan Hart were on the red carpet.

Plot: The adaptation is based on the seminal novel by Frederick Forsyth and the subsequent award-winning 1973 film from Universal Pictures. It follows an unrivalled and highly elusive lone assassin, the Jackal, (Eddie Redmayne) makes his living carrying out hits for the highest fee. But following his latest kill, he meets his match in a tenacious British intelligence officer (Lashana Lynch) who starts to track down the Jackal in a thrilling cat-and-mouse chase across Europe, leaving destruction in its wake.

The series is coming to Sky Atlantic and streaming service NOW in the UK and Peacock in the US on November 7th.

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📸 My screenshots.

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Pairing: F!Reader x Ranger!Sam Coe Rating: M+ Bio: Set during Sam’s younger years working as a Freestar Ranger alongside his wife, Lillian Hart. Whether circumstance, or impossible luck, you're given a second chance at life, ultimately growing close to The Coes. You take a shine to Cora, but the family dynamic is something else entirely, albeit a little overwhelming, as you realize the toll Lillian's absence has taken on the family, but more specifically, her husband. Sam Coe is witty, charming, and ambitious; a man who knows what he wants and stops at nothing to reach his goals, but when his wife seems to prioritize her career over her family, it's hard not to notice the strain growing inside him. Your friendship may be just the support Sam needs, even if the temptations for something more linger, and when your past threatens your future, where will your morals lie? Will you end up back where you started? Chemistry is a cruel mistress

cross-posted to AO3 credit to @seracoe for the lovely Ranger Sam pic & @cafekitsune for the divider & @fangbangerghoul and @bearlytolerant for their unwavering support and feedback. thank you so much!! <3

i. BOUND

Your wrists were bound behind your back. Scratchy twine rubbed against your skin as you wiggled your hands. Alarms blared overhead. Your head rolled as your vision bobbed. Your knees were sore. You remembered the cruelty of your captor’s instructions to never sit or lay down; you could only kneel. Through the slits of your eyes you barely registered the urgency amongst the crew as they bounced around the cockpit, like bugs inside a terrarium.

“Fuck! Fuck! They’re headed towards —- !” a bloodied scream, cracks of gunfire, liquid gurgles over the intercom.

“They just wasted Fredericks!”

“How the fuck did they find us?!”

The rope chaffed against your wrists; a sick reminder that escape was futile.

You looked to your left. Your eyes shot wide and a deep, guttural scream left your throat as you met the endless stare of a dead woman. In refuge, you looked to your right. Another dead one greeted you just as forcibly. You flinched, averted your eyes, but in the darkness behind your eyelids the horror remained; splashes of red staining her hair, the ghostly whites of her eyes, mouth frozen in a permanent scream, the ugly circle in the middle of her forehead.

The kidnapper’s rampant states evolved to a frenzy as they darted their desperation towards you, like a missile locking onto a target. Shots continued past your range of sight, but you heard them; muffled and close.

One of the kidnapper's charged towards you, gun in hand.

Your mind in fragments, you tried your best to stand before they could reach you, but the kneeling rendering your knees useless. You fell forward, sharp pains stabbing your kneecaps as you fumbled up again. A woman delivered a shift kick to your stomach. You groaned and toppled back, your trapped wrists splashing against the puddle of wet blood.

“You did this, didn’t you?! ” the woman bellowed. “Who’d you send for?! Huh?!” She grabbed a fistful of your hair, locking her venomous glare against your quivering lips as you chased an answer on your tongue.

She yanked harder. “Answer me, you fucking rat!”

You opened your mouth and willed yourself to speak, but the words abandoned you. Tears pooled in your eyes.

Fed up with your sloppiness, the woman growled and released her grip. You stumbled back, falling on your side as you caught yourself from landing on your wrists, hair dipping into the red liquid. She cocked her gun. You squeezed your eyes shut. Sweat beaded atop your forehead, its saltiness mixing with the metallic stench of your hair as the tarnished concoction trickled down your face like runny hair dye. You felt the bloodied strands of hair gently brushed aside, making way for the cold barrel as it pushed into your forehead. You thought you heard the trigger click in anticipation. Your heartbeat convulsed inside your chest.

Then — a hatch opened. Two gun blasts. Bam! Bam!

The gun clattered against the floor, followed by a thud!

You popped open your eyes. The woman’s lifeless body lie face down beside your shoes, her brown rats nest a bloodied mess as crimson fluids leaked from her head across the floor. Your breathing blew out in bursts, in and out. Violent gulps of air choked your throat and stung your chest as you struggled frantically to break free from the restraints while hastily hauling yourself to a corner. Your stomach churned as you worked your wrists, the grip seeming to shrink tighter, down to the bone with every pull. The alarm sang like a sick cheer for your escape as you thrashed your wrists against the floor, screaming, wailing, fighting for absolution.

You curled into a fetal position, the pain from the kick resigning in your stomach as you felt your will crumble into hopelessness, like the last survivor on a sinking ship.

There was no direction for your gaze as you shut your eyes.

“Hey – hey -- stay with me now.”

Beneath your trembling, that anxious voice reached you, as if it were coaxing you along a bridge across treacherous waters.

Your mouth fell open, bottom lip shaking as any formation of a sentence betrayed you. You mustered a weak gasp as a man approached. His face was rugged, but determined as he peered down upon you, upon your sanguine soaked forehead. He sported a cowboy hat that seemed to provide a shadow against his face. His brows were thick and furrowed together as his hands attempted to reach the sides of your face. You suspended your gaze and tucked your body away from the room. Away from him.

“Ain’t gonna hurtcha!” he remarked, his voice silent amid the screaming buzzer. “Just wanna make sure y’ain’t bleedin’ a ton!”

Your throat was drier than a vase of forgotten flowers; tongue just as tied as the wrists behind your back — a spot the man captured quickly as he assessed your predicament. You heard the flick of a pocketknife and quickly looked up. A woman stepped into the room. She lowered her gun, but kept her finger above the trigger. A golden glint on her chest caught your eye. Your stomach dropped. Police?

Suddenly, you feared for your life again.

“Sam, don’t untie her just yet! We have no idea which side she’s on!”

“Pretty clear to me which side!”

“It could be a trap!” The woman stepped closer, her gaze fidgeting around the room as they hollered against the ringing. “This could be their ploy!”

“She’s banged up pretty bad, Lillian, and she can’t use her hands. Clearly, she couldn’t grab a weapon even if she tried!”

“I just don’t know about this, Sam!”

“You took a chance on a reckless kid once, and despite how you found him, things turned out pretty damn fine!”

The woman located the gun closest to you and immediately kicked it across the room. The man continued to hold his unsheathed pocket knife. The blade gave a serrated smile.

“Just trust me, alright?!”

She took a sharp breath, a sigh, then removed her finger from the trigger as she lowered the gun all the way. “Alright! Fine! We’ll take her back with us, get her all patched up, then ask her some questions! See what she knows!”

“Yes ma’am!” You caught a glimpse of a tiny smile swathed in success as the man leaned across your body and began to cut into the twine. Your hands trembled.

“Hold still!” he yelled, sawing through the restraints.

Your heart raced. What if the blade sliced through your skin by accident? You remained completely still, patient, until finally, the ropes snapped off.

You instinctively rubbed the twisted indentations embedded in your skin. Despite your hands being freed, you still couldn’t bring yourself to move, or speak. You gazed at your savior, the knife still in his grasp. He considered you with a tilt of his head, his eyes straight-lined with patience as he retracted the knife and slid it back into his pocket. The woman doubled-down on her stance, waiting for your next move. You exhaled, quick and shaky. The man offered his hand, but you didn’t take it, then he slowly crouched beside you, and urged you to stand up, his voice barely comprehensible over the squawking alarm.

You lifted yourself up, unintentionally pressing your hands into the blood of the dead. You withdrew your palms and swung your head around. Splatters of brain matter splashed against the wall and space-viewed windows. Your legs rocked from under you. Vehemently, your head shook in disbelief. You covered your hand atop your mouth and blinked away tears. Before you could look any further out of sheer morbidity, a pair of hands firmly gripped your shoulders and pulled your sight away. The man’s brows etched with concern. His stare linked to yours.

“Don’t look.”

In utter shock, both words swam through your eardrums in smooth, purposeful strokes. and you obeyed, keeping your eyes on him. Your muscles were weak, but appreciative, as you tried again to stand up. The man threw your arm carefully around his shoulder and the woman followed, a grunt passing from her lips as you adjusted to their rescue.

“Don’t make me regret this, okay?” She muttered close to your ear as you exited the cockpit hatch.

Blood rushed from the crown of your head down to the tips of your toes. Each blare of the alarm mimicked the pounding in your head, like thousands of birds squawking as they pecked your ears raw.

You whined as you passed under one of the sirens.

The man yelled something, but his voice remained unintelligible, however, you thought maybe he was reassuring you. You lifted your head and peered to your right – the woman focused forward, aware of the next steps as you moved further down the ship. The man adjusted his hold on you, and you caught the faintest scent of cologne mixed with salt and blood. The pounding in your head grew louder, angrier, as they pulled you past their victims. The air smelt of tarnished pennies. The soles of your shoes dragged along the floor through puddles of red, leaving a evidence of a retreat behind as you exited the ship and entered another one.

You were ushered through a series of rooms, each one more scientific than the last, until your body was gently laid onto a cot. Exhaustion consumed you. You battled with your brain to keep your eyelids open as they slowly began to close; not for the sake of sleep, but for asylum against the ringing in your ears. You curled into a ball — the dead woman from the ship accompanying the darkness that began to swallow you.

“Get her a trauma pack.”

“Sam, we only got one left. Once we get to The Rock, Doc will look her over just fine.”

“Then, I’ll buy another one. Lillian, don’t fight me on this.”

There was a long pause, followed by the decrescendo of footsteps, then you heard the faint sound of an object being placed beside you. After a few minutes you heard voices, but the words were too distant to hear or understand, however the tones were defiant, combative. One of them raised their voice, but you couldn’t tell who. Then, they stopped.

Finally, as your body lulled against the rolling ship through space, your heartbeat steadied. Boots softly thudded into your room as you lay on your side, your face against the cool of the ship’s wall.

“I, um – I don’t know if you can hear me, but there's medicine next to ya, if you need it. I’ll be out on the nav-floor if you need anythin’.” He cleared his throat. “Alright then.”

You were grateful, even if tonight stole the words right out of your blood soaked mouth, you saved. Saved from death, from a fate worse than death, from something you’d never experience again, because you had an idea how you ended up here in the place.

Despite this, you tapped the inner recesses of your mind searching for something, anything, hinting whether or not this was a stroke of luck or if someone knew you would be on the spaceship and called for help.

Was this all part of Anton’s plan?

A sudden warmth encompassed you. You set those worries aside and reached your hands forward feeling a softness draped over you. The fabric blanketed your body as you allowed yourself this moment of vulnerability. Anton didn’t exist right now.

You’d use the trauma pack later. You were in need of a shower, too. You scrunched your face, the blossoms of your cheeks popping as you listened to the sickening way the dried blood cracked. Shudders flowed through your warming body. You pushed your appearance aside, craving the nurturing arms of slumber; at least for a little while.

You pulled the blanket closer until it covered the tip of your chin. You licked the dryness off your lips, careful not to lick off any blood that had slid its way down. You parted them, releasing a low breath, a safe breath, as the blanket melted into your body.

You weren’t sure if the man was still there, or if your voice would even reach him, but you knew the second those words left your parched throat, you’d never forget this day, or this man’s unabridged kindness.

In the dark of the spaceship, as the hum of the grave drive soothed your weary muscles and the pillow held your blood soaked head, you sleepily whispered, “Thank you.”

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Franklin's lost expedition crew

I was looking at posts about AMC's The Terror and I kept getting confused by the use of first names, so I wanted to see how many of the characters had the same names. Arranging the crew in alphabetical order, I got:

1 x Abraham (Seeley)

4 x Alexander (Berry, McDonald, Paterson, Wilson)

5 x Charles (Best, Coombs, Des Voeux, Johnson, Osmer)

1 x Cornelius (Hickey)

2 x Daniel (Arthur, Bryant)

3 x David (Leys, Macdonald, Young) + Bonus: Bryant in the show but most historical sources I found list him as Daniel

1 x Edmund (Hoar)

3 x Edward (Couch, Genge, Little)

2 x Edwin (Helpman, Lawrence)

3 x Francis (Crozier, Dunn, Pocock)

1 x Frederick (Hornby) + Bonus: Des Voeux, whom I have seen referred to as Frederick rather than Charles on occasion

6 x George (Cann, Chambers, Hodgson, Kinnaird, Thompson, Williams)

1 x Gillies (MacBean)

1 x Graham (Gore)

7 x Henry/Harry (Collins, Goodsir, Le Vesconte, Lloyd, Peglar, Sait, Wilkes)

10 x James (Brown, Daly, Elliot, Fairholme, Fitzjames, Hart, Reid, Ridgen, Thompson, Walker) + Bonus: Ross, who was not part of the expedition but appears in the show

23 x John (Bailey, Bates, Bridgens, Brown, Cowie, Diggle, Downing, Franklin, Gregory, Hammond, Handford, Hartnell, Irving, Kenley, Lane, Morfin, Murray, Peddie, Strickland, Sullivan, Torrington, Weekes, Wilson)

2 x Joseph (Andrews, Healey)

1 x Josephus (Geater)

1 x Luke (Smith)

1 x Magnus (Manson)

1 x Philip (Reddington)

1 x Reuben (Male)

2 x Richard (Aylmore, Wall)

8 x Robert (Carr, Ferrier, Golding, Hopcraft, Johns, Sargent, Sinclair, Thomas)

3 x Samuel (Brown, Crispe, Honey)

1 x Solomon (Tozer)

16 x Thomas (Armitage, Blanky, Burt, Darlington, Evans, Farr, Hartnell, Honey, Johnson, Jopson, McConvey, Plater, Tadman, Terry, Watson, Work)

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National Vietnam War Veterans Day

We commemorate those who fought in the Vietnam War on National Vietnam War Veterans Day, March 29. There’s no doubt that the Vietnam War was one of the most brutal. In fact, there were over three million Vietnam War casualties during the years of battle. It was known as the Second Indochina War to Americans, and considering its long fighting time and brutality, National Vietnam War Veterans Day was created to honor all the Vietnam veterans who fought during its time.

History of National Vietnam War Veterans Day

The Vietnam War has a long history. It was one of the longest wars involving America. Starting in 1955, the war went on until 1975, making it the second-longest war, aside from the ongoing Afghanistan War. Over 2.7 million Americans served during this war In 1973. All combat and support units withdrew from Vietnam following the war, but it continued to have an impact on many of the families and people affected by the war.

National Vietnam War Veterans Day is acknowledged on March 29 every year, honoring anyone who served during its 20-year time. Since respect and combat support wasn’t immediately given to those who served after the war ended because of the number of deaths, the day was founded in 2017 to finally offer that respect to everyone involved.

Understanding that it wasn’t the soldiers’ choices to go to war, U.S. Senators Pat Toomey, R-Pa., and Joe Donnelly, D-Ind., introduced the legislation proposing the anniversary of the withdrawal of military units from South Vietnam as the date. It was President Donald Trump who signed the Act on March 29, calling for U.S. flags to be flown on this day to honor everyone who served during this time, whether they were in Vietnam or not.

Every year since it was founded in 2017, this national day has continued to be recognized on March 29. Aside from honoring those who fought, four other parts of this day that are meant to be highlighted are the service of the Armed Forces and support organizations during the war; the wartime contributions at home; the advancements in technology, science, and medicine; and the contributions by American allies.

National Vietnam War Veterans Day  timeline

2007 50th Anniversary of the Vietnam War

Congress incorporates language in H.R. 4986 authorizing this, which is then signed into law in 2008.

May 28, 2012 Vietnam War Commemoration on Memorial Day

The commemoration is held at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington, D.C.

2012 President Obama Proclaims Vietnam Veterans Day

This leads to the 2017 legislation outlining March 29 as National Vietnam War Veterans Day.

2016 The Vietnam Veterans Day Coalition Seeks Legislation

They outline the history and timeline to ask for Vietnam War Veterans Day to be one of the first legislations passed during the U.S. 115th Congress.

National Vietnam War Veterans Day FAQs

How many Vietnam War veterans are still alive?

The U.S. estimates that about 610,000 people who fought during the time of the war are still alive today.

How old are the Vietnam War veterans today?

Ages range between 55 and 97, but the median is 68 years old.

Is National Vietnam War Veterans Day a federal holiday?

National Vietnam War Veterans Day is a U.S. holiday observed annually on March 29.

How to Honor National Vietnam War Veterans Day

Donate money to the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Fund

Talk to any family members who may have been a part of it

Thank a Vietnam veteran!

Check out their Facebook page on this day where you can watch a live stream and read messages of thanks and, if you can, donate a bit toward the Fund to help those who are still alive after the war and may need support from organizations such as this. If you can’t donate, visit a memorial or volunteer at a commemoration.

Whether they were on the frontline or not, you may have parents or grandparents that served or were directly or indirectly involved in this wartime. Not everyone is comfortable talking about their time in the war, but some people enjoy sharing what they went through as a way to vent and cope. Listen to your parents’ or grandparents’ stories — you may learn something interesting about them.

Not only is this a good way to reach out to someone new and start a positive relationship, but they’ll absolutely appreciate you taking the time to thank them for their effort 50 years ago.

5 Facts About The Vietnam War

The average age of soldiers was 19

The Medal of Honor was awarded 258 times

The U.S. spent over $140 billion on the Vietnam War

500,000 people attended the anti-war rally

It isn’t called the Vietnam War in Vietnam

This is a big difference from the average age of 26 in WWII.

This is the highest military decoration.

In today’s economy, that’s about $1 trillion!

There were many all over the world, but this one took place in Washington, D.C. in 1969.

Instead, it is called the American War.

Why we love National Vietnam War Veterans Day

It recognizes everyone

It altered society’s perception

It gives veterans a chance to share their experience

This day is special because it doesn’t just recognize soldiers who fought in it, it recognizes anyone who was involved. Whether it’s the families who struggled back home, those working the support lines, or even other soldiers stationed elsewhere during the same time, this day is to appreciate everyone.

When soldiers first returned, people were not respectful toward them. War is drastic on the economy, but many who were involved had no choice but to go, and they deserve the respect and recognition for that. This national day changed that negative view.

It’s not easy to talk about the war, especially if you were a soldier. You probably witnessed a lot of terrible things. But a national day like this gives people an opportunity to share their experiences and teach the world a lesson on why wars should be avoided in the future.

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