#Harry is the chief stew

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THE GREAT ‘GATOR COUP

aka that one time the navigators of the 100th BG “got rid” of Crosby’s intended replacement as Group Navigator because they thought he was actually insane, as told by Harry Crosby in his memoir, A Wing and a Prayer

“As I saw it after my study at Oxford, Bennett and Jeffrey had changed the 100th from its original hot fly-boy individuals to 20th-century work-together warfare. From Romanticism to neo-Classicist. History in the making.

I was tired of being part of history. I wanted to go home. Let the new guy take over.

The replacement on tap for me was a captain named Leafy Hill. That is really not his name because I have resolved never to reveal the true names of officers and enlisted men whom I did not admire. War does bad things even to good people. Many of the misfits, the incompetent, the exploitive, and the cowardly whom I met at Thorpe Abbotts have gone on to put together good lives, have had good jobs and good families. I choose not to reopen old wounds.

Leafy thought he was the Group Navigator from the day he walked onto the base. He immediately scheduled himself as the command navigator on the next mission. I hit the sky and stormed into Jeff's office.

"Even command pilots fly high squadron lead on their first missions. I want to know what Leafy Hill can do before I put him up in front."

This was my first encounter with Jeff. He smiled, and talked with me the same way Charlie Via did, Virginia talk.

"Okay, don't pull the hoose down. The 100th is flying low in the wing. In the nose with a good lead crew navigator, he can't foul up too much."

When the planes came back, the crew with whom Leafy had flown were wild.

"The guy is off his rocker. He yelled over intercom all during the mission. From takeoff to landing." The crew navigator was shaken.

"That screwball actually wanted us to abort when we were on the bomb run. I think he wanted to make the run alone so he could get some kind of medal. I won't fly with him again."

I checked Leafy's log. His ETA's and routes were a tangle of misinformation. He claimed to have seen fighters and flak not reported by any other navigators.

I read the lead crew pilot's official report: "A five-hour trip. Major Rosenthal was command pilot and Captain Hill went along as second navigator. The mission was good as far as the leading went, but Captain Hill screwed up our bomb run. Our navigator gave me a 68-degree heading from the Initial Point to the target which would have been swell, but Leafy said the target was at one o'clock and the bombardier swung over as he ordered. Then he saw the target back at ten o'clock. By the time he got his course correction killed his rate was over and we messed up the run. So that's what one man can do to mess up the works."

In no time every navigator at Thorpe Abbotts was sure that Captain Leafy Hill was nuts.

But I could go home if he became the Group Navigator.

I did not have to solve the problem myself.

I was long overdue for a pass, and I decided that a London trip to see Landra Wingate might clear my head.

When I returned to the base, I heard quite a story.

One of the really great command navigators, Stewart Gillison, decided after he finished his tour that he wanted to stay in England. I welcomed him into Group Headquarters as my chief assistant. I could trust him with briefings.

Stew was not your normal guy. Under the circumstances of war, none of us were exactly level on course, but Stew was really something. At night, when he went to bed, instead of turning out the light, he shot it out with his 45 revolver. The ceiling of his room looked like a sieve, and the batman had to put in a new bulb every day.

When I got back from London, Leafy Hill was gone.

Stew had assigned Leafy Hill to fly as fill-in navigator with a crew Stew himself had flown with before he became lead. The crew flew out on the mission and came back.

Except that Leafy Hill was not with them.

When I asked Stew Gillison what happened to Leafy Hill, he said with deference unusual for him, "Major Crosby, I suggest that you don't ask."

I did ask. The pilot wouldn't tell me. The bombardier wouldn't tell me. But the copilot did.

Stew, their former navigator, instructed the crew what to do.

After the target when the group was at the R.P, a gunner called out, "We've been hit!"

That part of it was true, but that was standard. To some degree, we were almost always hit by flak over the target. Sometimes it hit the crew, and we died or we got Purple Hearts, but usually the flak only jarred the plane.

"We really weren't hit at all. The pilot only waggled the wings." The copilot continued the story.

This is what he said happened.

"Okay, pilot to crew, prepare to bail out. See you in Stalag."

"Roger, pilot." This was a chorus from the entire crew.

The pilot rang the alarm bell.

Whoosh! Out went, not all ten of the crew, but just Leafy Hill. He wasn't in on the joke.

When I heard the story I thought it was funny.

Leafy spent the rest of the Air War in Europe in a prison camp, wondering what happened to the rest of the crew.

And I spent the rest of the Air War in Europe as Group Navigator of the Bloody 100th.”

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Really fucking stupid patch notes, wizardposting edition

Fixed a bug where @the-gnomish-bastard could NOT turn back into a normal gnome when using "Become Lead Statue" in some cases. This somehow applied to every "Become Statue" spell but the Lead one was the most broken one

Fixed a bug where Meme Summons straight up couldnt work if you had more mana than usual. No, we have no idea what the fuck happened

Fixed interactions with every variant of @the-wizard-council-blog, including the Illegal one, the NSFW one, The worse one, The better one, and all other iterations

Fixed a bug where the stew arcanum was straight up uncraftable because all the data was gibberish. This was fixed a few versions ago and now you only need 3 high-tier gods to make it. Also you need Meme-Infused Magic Spellwood Bowls to hold this post-post endgame item. Yes, its still too much stew but we kept it like that because its unironically funny

Speaking of magical trees: fixed a bug where some types of trees straight up Did Not Grow unless some form of "chunk loading" was enabled. In other words, what the fuck.

Fixed a bug where stacking too many attack ups made the damage 0 on any "explosive" spell. @official-megumin can now deal 9 quintillion damage (as long as its not over the positive 64-bit integer limit, because then the bug stays) (also the code is less fucked)

Fixed a bug where some unusual but valid items for wands and staves (such as LITERALLY EVERY NUCLEAR METAL and some fantasy ones like orichalcum and australium) straight up couldnt exist.

Added more items to mythril, but this time everything you can do with mythril can be done with other materials, so now you can choose between mythril orichalcum AND adamantine depending on the color

Adamantium crafting now doesnt require a bordering-on-hyperbole amount of adamantine. Also you now need industrial steel instead of normal one.

Fixed a bug where "Triple Summon of Meth Berserk Chimps" not only was unobtainable, but required over 2.14 billion mana. Granted it was unreleased back then but then it was released and it still was in its testing stage

Fixed a bug with many spider-themed spells not really being "spidery", this one goes out for our boy @autism--wizard, may you find many cute spooders in ur life :3

Fixed a bug where "induce memetic stroke" accidentally... told people about the meme. Whoops.

"TACO BELL TACOSPELL OF INTESTINAL IMPLOSION" fixed to deal less damage than the psychological damage. We know its a forbidden spell but fuck you we are not sending people to the therapist because omega diharrea

Speaking of: fixed a bug where "steal item" could work on vital organs. Youre gonna learn "Spell Of True Thievery" and youre gonna shut the fuck up about it

Fixed a bug where non-sentient kobolds could be... "milked". Yes mr gnome. KILK existed and it was kobold sperm this entire time. This is why you said it didnt exist, CAUSE THAT SHIT WASNT MILK CHIEF! Anyways now KILK actually doesnt exist so y'all better shut the fuck up or FIND A MILKABLE SOMETHING WITH A K IN ITS NAME

Fixed a bug where familiars didnt familiar. Yes it was terrifying in every way ever, so thank @familiar-union for this. Yes thwy cant be tagged by us idfk why

Fixed mithril tools being literal reskins of their steel equivalents. Whoops!

Fixed a bug where that one April Fools joke of "summon cock" actually summoning a penis. Now it actually summons a rooster (and a really big one)

Speaking of that, Summon Rooster has been fixed and now its a better version of the aforementioned spell

Fixed the interaction between A LOT of spells. Turns out that 99% of harry potter being trash doesnt stop people from doing Dragonball Beam Struggles with their spells. Also yes, elements apply

Fixed a few lines of code so that now the "use pokemon typings" option doesnt disintegrate the UI. Over 120k spells and each and every single one of them now has functioning typing. Now shut the fuck up wE DID IT

Fixed retrocompatibility issues. Now runescape can scape the runes! (HR is fully aware that the joke is shit) (but fuck it, it was funny)

Fixed a bug where any "Robot" something would bug up and change colors. Considering that people somehow managed to make trans flags with this, we added a transgender flag skin for every "robot", "wulfrum", and similar tech spells.

Greatrererest Blahaj Blast Barrage now has a hitbox AND a cost. It can be set as your ult and we already have the Gold, Platinum, Uranium and other skins ready. Yes the transgender skin is unlocked by default if you already have the spell, and if you dont- Magical Battlepass has it at levels 10, 32, and 69 (otherwise you get materials and xp) Because the one battlepass that works without FOMO and Whaling had to be the magical one

Fixed a bug where "draconic" items were only easily obtainable by dupe glitches. We may not have fixed those but we upped the drop rates so you dont have to exterminate dragons for one singular heart. Now it takes 3 dragons at most! (Yeah so it turns out the drop rates were HELLA WRONG. Whoopsie daisy!)

Speaking of that: Draconic Evolution Backporting works now! Now when you use a staff of power, people wont think its an euphemism for your di-

Magical swords now can be made woth higher tier elements. No idea why would you need an Entropic Steel Magic Sword but fuck it. You deserve to put some sparkles on that Alien X looking ass blade

The Throngler's Gold Skin now doesnt make it a mess of metal and gold. Now its actually good

Fixed a bug where bad connection made the online version of "the potion seller's strongest potion" unplayable because some elements were only obtainable in multiplayer. Fuck you and your theories about thwnpotion seller being an eldritch dragon eater. LoL. KeK even

The Augur Dragon now doesnt get stuck flying in circles above the Forbidden Volcano Arena. Now it actually CAN hit you from 10000ft in the air!

The marble wyvern boss (and therefore all other marble wyverns) actually drop the dragon marble builders want

Added tier XVII to the Magical Engine. Also recipes for Tier Ascension were fixed.

N2O Blast was fixed to deal hellfire instead of fire. And also being blue. It was easier than you believe

Using "Golden Shower (Metal) actually rains coins instead of being "golden shower but identical and deals steel damage"

Sniler's quests now update in 1 hour instead of 24, and the quests are better. During multiplayer, there are 5 quests avaiable instead of 3

Ghastly Mist now actually blinds opponents instead of being really dense

"F.I.S.T." can no longer be boosted by attack boosts, but nOW its damage is "(999 × your level + (your attack stat × 2)) × 2", and its cast cost went from 1000 mana to 1200.

More scroll duplication bugs were fixed, but the "use Grant Spell Usage onto a low level non-magic enemy so they have a spell that they cant use and then using Turn Into Scroll" has been made into an ACTUAL feature. Go ahead and make a billion "Scroll of Imaginary Technique: Hollow Purple"!

"Starlight Thunderstorm" now has 1% paralysis

Removed the "domain expansion" function until we figure out how THAT works. Theres still the tab, and when it will be implemented just send screenshots of what "domain expansion customizations" and then youre getting them once we implement them

[lonelycowgirls]

Is your yachtie Harry fic coming soon??

Soooo, I'm still balls deep in my masters dissertation *sigh* but here's a lil sneaky peak!

Staying Afloat

aka Yachtie!Harry

I sighed and looked out of the window. I tried to imagine who I would be working with and hoped that they were ready to put in some hard work, because I wanted to make good money this season. I heard the low timbre of male voices approaching again and turned to see the two of them coming down the winding stairs, still chatting and catching up.

"Ah, there she is! Harry, this is Scarlett- oh sorry, I mean Lettie. Our chief stewardess for the season." I smiled at the men and stepped to extend my hand for the long-haired one to shake.

"Great to meet you, Scarlett. I'm the chief officer." He said, smiling around a deep British accent. As he took my palm in his, I noticed how rough his hands were, the classic sign of a deckie.

"You too, Harry. You're quite young for a chief officer, eh?" He shrugged and smirked.

"Maybe I'm not as young as you think."

"Harry's been my first mate for three years now, we were on another boat though. I trust you guys will work well together to figure out everything on Andiamo." I nodded dutifully and hoped that Harry wouldn't be what I suspected he'd be from first impressions. But I suppose time would tell.

We walked further into the interior and on down to the crew mess. The captain led the way through to explain where the crew quarters were. I was surprised by how big the space for the crew was, my previous boat had had tiny living quarters - we were practically living on top of each other for twelve weeks. Most of us didn't mind that though...

"So, Lettie you'll have two stews under you, a girl and a guy, if I remember correctly." I nodded. "And you've actually got the same under you, H."

"Nothing new there then," Harry smirked at the captain, who rolled his eyes playfully.

"I don't wanna know, man." Captain Bobby put his hands up in surrender and wandered back through the narrow hallway to the mess. Harry glanced back at me and I raised my brows with a slight smirk before moving past him to check where the uniforms had been stored.

Just as I started sifting through the laundry room and placing uniforms into piles for everyone, I heard the captain yelling again above. The crew mess was normally very soundproof, due to all the debauchery that usually took place there - he was really that loud. I guessed that more crew were arriving.

"Hey, Harry what size t-shirt are you?" I called out to him.

"Depends, is it Fruit of the Loom?"

"Um, no. They're unbranded." I looked at the label on the neck of the bright coral-coloured shirt in my hand. I walked out to the mess to see him sprawled out on the bench seat of the crew mess, munching on an apple. He'd put his shoulder-length hair into a bun that didn't look much different to my own. "They're soft though. This one's a large? What do you think?" He jumped up from where he sat in the mess and bared his chest, holding the apple in his teeth. I scoffed a laugh and held up the shirt to his chest, he nodded with a smirk, his dimples poking through each side of the apple.

"This'll do, Scar." He took the shirt from me and put it over his shoulder as he took another bite of his apple, moving past me to go into his room.

~~~

I know this really isn't much, but it's all I can give away right now.

Open to thoughts and feedback, as always!

Nel xo

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Jessica B. Harris's Guide to Black Culinary History | Bon Appétit

Jessica B. Harris, Dawn Davis

Bahia, Brooklyn, New Orleans, Martha’s Vineyard, and Paris are the places she’s called home. Erudite, wickedly funny, and droll describe her personality. Who are we talking about?

None other than the culinary historian Jessica B. Harris, Ph.D.—founding member of the Southern Foodways Alliance, a member of Les Dames d’Escoffier, a professional society championing women in culinary fields, an award-winning journalist, podcaster, and author of over a dozen deeply researched books and too many articles to count. (If you’re looking for something that goes down like butter, check out her memoir, My Soul Looks Back, filled with tales about her adventures in New York’s Greenwich Village with friends James Baldwin and Maya Angelou.)

As the foremost expert on the foodways of the African diaspora, there’s no better (or wittier) guide to Black culinary traditions. Here, she shares with us a few of the dishes, books, and ingredients she finds essential to unpacking this long, rich, and ever-evolving history. —Dawn Davis, editor in chief

Photo by Suzi Pratt

Try the Homestyle Favorites

Chef Edouardo Jordan’s JuneBaby restaurant in Seattle is an edible praise song to the genius of African American cooks. The menu offers classic dishes like fried chicken and greens along with specials—like chitlins and Momma Jordan’s oxtails—not usually tasted outside of home kitchens.

Tour the Archives

Toni Tipton-Martin’s The Jemima Code reclaims and celebrates the heritage of Black America’s controversial “aunt” by documenting 200 years of African American cookbooks from her personal collection. Familiar figures such as Edna Lewis show up alongside unexpected personalities such as activist Bobby Seale and singer Mahalia Jackson in this must-own compendium.

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Eat Like an Icon

The late New Orleans chef Leah Chase served Gumbo z’Herbes once a year on Holy Thursday. The dense green meaty gumbo is essential to the rich culinary history of the area’s Creoles de couleur. It’s still served annually at Dooky Chase’s, her iconic family restaurant.

Photo Courtesy Cuisine Noir/Ilaria Sponda

Required Reading

Two invaluable resources for those who want to deepen their knowledge: Black Culinary History and Cuisine Noir. Both websites preserve and promote the past and present contributions of chefs of color throughout the African diaspora.

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The food of São Salvador da Bahia de Todos os Santos in northeastern Brazil is a linchpin between the food of western Africa and that of the Western Hemisphere. To taste a fish stew called a moqueca or nibble on an acarajé, a street food bean fritter, is to understand the connections.

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More Okra, Please

Okra, which originated on the African continent, is a love/hate vegetable. Its detractors hate the “slime” and the lovers delight in the way it thickens a soup or stew and its crunch when blanched. Get recipes, history, and gardening tips, in The Whole Okra by Chris Smith.

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Dramione Below Deck

Dramione Below Deck https://ift.tt/8xbSmTG by ohthedrarry Hermione Granger had never thought herself the type of witch to enjoy yachting or life at sea. But, there was something about the Mediterranean sun that had her agreeing to stay on Carpe Diem, Harry Potter’s mega yacht, as his Chief Stew for another season. Draco Malfoy had fallen into yachting in the same way other young men fell into yachting: he liked boats, needed to work with his hands, and the money was good. When Harry Potter called him out of the blue needing a deck crew and second stewardess for the upcoming season, he’d dragged Pansy and Blaise along with him. None of them were prepared to spend six weeks in the middle of the ocean with each other on a 120’ luxury ship. After all, what's a charter season without a little drama? A Dramione Socmed AU originally posted on my Twitter. Words: 813, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson/Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood/Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Inspired by Bravo's Below Deck, Socmed au, Slow Burn, Yacht Captain Harry Potter, Chief Stew Hermione Granger, chef theodore nott, Bosun Draco Malfoy, Stewardess Pansy Parkinson, Stewardess Luna Lovegood, Lead Deckhand Blaise Zabini, Deckhand Ginny Weasley, Deckhand Ron Weasley, Alcohol, Cigarettes, Co-workers, Yacht life, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Muggle via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/EL04orU July 06, 2023 at 07:41AM

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“DEMAND FREE SPEECH FOR STEWART SMITH,” Toronto Star. April 18, 1942. Page 4. ---- Plebiscite Meeting Protests Police Threat to Arrest Him on Sight ---- Ex-Alderman Stewart Smith, advertised as chief speaker at a Tim Buck plebiscite committee mass meeting in Massey Hall last night, did not appear. More than 2.000 persons in the hall applauded mention of his name. They booed when it was announced that the R.C.M.P.. and city police had told the hall management Smith would be arrested on sight, if he appeared to speak.

His words were brought to the meeting by his father. A. E. Smith, who read a letter urging an overwhelming affirmative vote on the plebiscite. 

“As the minister of justice has an order for my internment without right of trial, it can hardly be claimed that I am a stooge for the government," the ex-alderman wrote.

“The Fascist corporatists of Quebec." his letter continued, "who in reality are the enemies of the national aspirations of the French-Canadian people, have a common cry against the Soviet Union. They are continuing to betray Canada under the cloak of opposing the Soviet Union. They call for a 'No' vote on the plebiscite." The meeting unanimously approved a resolution introduced by A. E. Smith expressing "appreciation at the large degree of progress achieved by the Dominion government in organizing and directing the war effort up to this time." It deplored, however, "the existence of circumstances which seem to impede the early development of an all-out war effort, without which we cannot hope to achieve victory. over our consummate foe." It urged the government "to take steps to remove the untoward situation which prevents such influential public men as ex-Ald. Smith from taking his rightful place in the present campaign for the "Yes" vote." It asked "complete removal of all those orders-in-council and judgments in court which have i deprived anti-Fascist citizens of their freedom of expression."

Harry Bell, one of the originators; of the Tim Buck plebiscite committee. said Stewart Smith had expressed his willingness to speak at the meeting. The R.C.M.P. and Police Chief Draper immediately informed the hall management that Smith would be arrested on sight. he said.

"He will speak here some day." his father declared. "When that day comes he will speak with an authority and prestige of which his opponents are not today possessed. Those who are preventing him from speaking, as is his right, are clothing him with political power and prestige."

"The action that prevented Stew- art Smith from speaking here to- night is a national disgrace." declared A. A. MacLeod. editor of the Canadian Tribune. "Before many days have passed public opinion will see to it that platforms in Canada are made available to men like Stewart Smith."

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early aughts astronaut.

Wilt:

A minor point, but your contribution to society is urging me to wear chattel bracelets. I tend not to wear gems favored by a gang-rape trio, as the jangling interferes with my legible note-taking on a brotherhood’s demise. I’ll wear the clink of magnetic concert bracelets when it’s time.

Cool you do Harry’s bidding.

Henry Alfred:

The 60 Minutes Interview with Anderson Cooper that aired January 8, 2023. On YouTube is a respected journalist, more accustomed to covering wars and disasters, say, “Even when you’re in the same school, in high school” and you make a vadge gesture with your thumb and finger and reply in a confessional tone: “sibling rivalry.” This is at 2:12 of the video. Not five minutes into an international interview and you crudely verbalize on record that you blinged or bought someone else’s young love and reduced her to an unconsenting sex act. Your libido dad paid. Second, you just admitted to a CNN anchor that you’re a trafficking pimp who hired a harlot for royal pageantry. Yet, you expect to redeem a sexual experience from a different woman whom you’ve stored away for decades, connected to a romantic rival.

Did you ask Anderson Cooper about his brother, Carter?

After such archival reporting, it’s polite to talk to each other.

Perhaps the next interview could be an open-necked, chit-chat about families.

In EXile City, we’ve lifted digital camouflaging on Archillect, Murat Pak, Elon Musk, Piers Morgan and Spencer Morgan. It’s fair to share the tech virtuosity of a man hitting middle-age who types about a non-negotiable sexual tryst that he feels is cemented in reality. An entertainment business contract, which he blames on an action star, but also uses to provoke said action star, then will deceptively attach a redheaded insult as a cover. He’s available to babysit.

You are hedge fund boss and chief executive officer, Bill Ackman, on Twitter. It’s your drizzled formula of pious detachment, hostages, letters, digital signatures, threatening all matters of hockey and something about cold storage vaccines. Google Bill Ackman “Business Insider is toast. You will hear from us in a few weeks. It will look something like this: At My Signal, Unleash Hell.” A fresh take on gladiatorial cutting. So help me, I had left the twittering waves.

Fun fact about Gladiator: It was directed by Sir Ridley Scott. His brother, Tony Scott, directed the original Top Gun. In 2012, he jumped off the Vincent Thomas Bridge in LA.

“Rachel gets involved in the next President…” Absurd as it sounds, she’s not a senior advisor. Nor is she an entrepreneur. The summit or con-artist camp is a lie. It’s your stewing threat to an omnipresent skater. If you’re not retweeting hostile, extreme propaganda you personally don’t believe in, you’re workshopping royal etiquette in a castle kiosk, alone, for a buddied-up, wife applicant. You two don’t live authentically and through that humorous lens: suicides in 2018.

Margot Kidder—Superman’s awesome-voiced You’ve got me. Who’s got you? Lois Lane actress—self-inflicted in Park County, Livingston, Montana. Six days before your wedding.

Scott Hutchison—Scottish lead singer in rock band, Frightened Rabbit—jumped off a bridge in Queensferry, UK. Ten days before your wedding.

David Stroh Buckel—LGBTQ rights attorney; worked on the famous case that inspired movie, Boys Don’t Cry—set himself on fire on a baseball field in Prospect Park, Brooklyn, NY. One month before your wedding.

Jon Paul Steuer—actor known for movie, Little Giants (I worshipped that film.) and tv’s Grace Under Fire—self-inflicted gunshot wound in Portland. Five months before your wedding.

William Hughes—Doctor Who child actor from Wales—while studying at Queen Mary University, he traveled to Corfu, Greece to fatally hurt himself. Two months after your wedding. He was 20.

Lucy Birley—British model and photographer—traveled to County Clare, Ireland to commit suicide by self-inflicted gunshot wound on July 23, 2018. She left behind four sons.

Knowing what you did throughout my life, people didn’t like your false union.

Bit different from actor weddings.

K

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Tamed (Finale): Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader

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tw: this series has had no NSFW parts. But you'll get one this time around. :)

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The hospital is quiet.

Aside from the steady beeping of machines and soft exhales of sleeping adults around the room, it's quiet.

Keizo hasn't said a single word since you arrived together, your face stained with tears from the ambulance ride there. Takeomi and Wakasa are there in the room with you, both slumped against the couch. Yet, Keizo is awake, too terrified to sleep, too terrified to speak.

You hold his hand gently, not trying to pry, not trying to invade his thoughts with your own. You're just there, waiting.

"The scans look fine, there's only minor damage to his ribs and his shin," the doctor tells you, and you wipe your fresh tears quickly. "We've been considering it for a while, but we think that once Mr. Arashi heals, he should look into beginning to walk again with an assistive brace. Mr. Akashi would guide him through those steps, should he choose to take that option."

"I'll talk to him about it," you murmur, looking away from the doctor. when you reenter the room, sighing. "The swelling's gone down," you whisper to your lover, cupping his cheek. "Should be better in. no time."

"I'm not unfamiliar with black eyes," Keizo mutters, his right eye sliding away from you to look at the window. You chuckle, but Keizo places his hand on yours, finally inhaling to speak again. "I need to speak to the police as soon as possible. I know who did this."

_____________________________________________________________

Theodore Hargrove.

The face of the culprit hovers in your mind as you exit the car, help Keizo into his wheelchair, and push him inside of the police station. No one dares to call out to you or your boyfriend but instead points you in the direction of the interrogation rooms.

The chief of police is already sitting at a desk, eyes glued to the screen in front of her.

"Why'd you do it, Theo?" the detective asks, obviously mid-interview with the man.

"That bastard cost me my life! If he hadn't gotten injured, I could've been a champion..."

"A crime of passion," the chief of police mutters, and Keizo nods. "His front as a cameraman was too convincing."

"I had a feeling I'd seen him before," Keizo mutters. "But he'd grown a beard, put on some weight, and looks very different without his mouthguard."

You inhale deeply, feeling revulsion boil up in your stomach as the interrogation continues.

"He'll be charged with breaking and entering, aggravated assault, and attempted murder." You rub Keizo's back as he listens intently, face screwing up into a frown.

"I want all charges pressed on that bastard. He'll regret even stepping foot into my house."

"Keizo," you murmur. "Do you really want to go to tria--"

"What if you had been in the house?" he hisses. "He would've hurt you, too, and then--" Keizo cuts himself off, pressing his lips together. "I'm done here. Press all applicable charges."

The ride home is silent, and you grip the steering wheel tightly, letting Keizo stew in his thoughts.

"Babe," you begin as you push him into the house, unlocking the new door with your cellphone and placing a hand on the replaced glass.

"Hm?" Keizo looks over his shoulder as he rolls into the kitchen, reaching over the counter to turn the new coffee machine on.

"I love you," you whisper, placing your gloves on the counter. "And I want you to think about possibly beginning to start walking again. I know it would improve your mood if you had some independence."

"Hm." The half-finished crossword puzzle sits on the table along with his favorite pen, and he picks it up, scribbling in the squares.

"Are you listening to me?" you wonder, tilting your head to the side.

"Heard every word you said, babe." You sigh, fetching the cup of coffee for him and sitting it on the table.

"Just consider it." You leave him alone, going up the stairs without another word.

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Most nights, Keizo is asleep while you're up, letting your thoughts bounce around your head lawlessly.

You barely get any sleep, but Keizo demands nothing of you these days. He only needs your presence, the rest he claims he can do himself. But as you feel the emotions of the past two weeks rush over your mind, you let out an involuntary gasp.

With hands holding onto Keizo tightly, you sob as quietly as you can, tears sliding down your face once more. Keizo awakes almost immediately with a long inhale, his massive hands touching your cheeks. When his fingers come away wet, he holds you even closer, inhaling your scent before murmuring,

"Don't cry... I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

"I almost lost you," you reply, hiccuping. "I shouldn't have left you."

"Don't worry about that now," Keizo breathes. "Everything's fine. We're okay." You don't see his tears slipping down his face, nor do you feel the tremble in his hands. All you feel are the comforting strokes of his hand and the gentle way he whispers that he loves you.

_____________________________________________________________

6 Months Later

"You're doing it," you cheer, holding your arms out. "Come on..." Keizo grunts loudly, holding on to the parallel bars with all of his might. He walks forward a little more, gasping for air while his feet shuffle onward.

"You're doing great, big boy," Takeomi chuckles behind him and nearly misses a swipe from Keizo's hand. "My bad, my bad."

"God," Keizo hisses from between his teeth, trying to move forward just a little more.

"Almost there..." you whisper, smiling widely. "You're almost there." When Keizo gets to the end of the bars, he groans loudly, sinking to his knees gradually. "You did amazing," you coo, pulling him close and kissing his sweaty face. "Oh, I'm so proud of you."

"Can we get ice cream after this?" he mutters and you laugh heartily, resting your head on his shoulder.

"You actually have something planned for tonight," Takeomi interjects, smiling goofily. "You know, something to remember this little excursion by."

Excursion means "state-of-the-art spinal cord injury care" in London, not some fancy vacation. And even though this has been a long road, it's only been upward from when you arrived.

That night, as you lounge in the bed beside Keizo, you feel him kiss your neck repeatedly, even though the movie on TV is interesting.

"Kei..." you murmur, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I can move my hips a little bit," he notes huskily in your ear. "So if you want..." You look over your shoulder at his wicked grin, and his fingers move to unhook your spaghetti strap from your shoulder. "Takeomi says I don't really need my wheelchair anymore, too. Just an assistive walker. I'm only a few steps away from--"

"Hey," you giggle, turning around and placing a leg over his lap. "Don't get dirty now that you can walk."

"I've been waiting for this for a long time," he breathes, tugging your bottom lip with his teeth. "Gonna make you mine one way or another."

And "making you mine" means a nice, slow 69. Keizo has your asscheeks spread, gripping both sides in his massive hands. While he's working at your core with his tongue, you're sucking his length - which is impressively long and thick - at a leisurely pace.

"Oh, fuck," you whimper, fisting his cock slowly while he eats you out eagerly.

"So fucking wet," Keizo hisses, hips jerking a fraction. "Taste so good, too." He encourages you to ride his face while you're enjoying yourself, not even asking for you to focus on his pleasure.

Keizo will be pleased when you're pleased, no questions asked. And when you cum, he finds himself tipping over the edge at your soft mewls of delight, body shaking while he delivers his final kisses to your clit, then leans his head back.

"You alright, kitten?"

"'m fine," you sigh, still stroking his cock as the last bit of cum leaks out from his tip. "That was incredible."

"Can't wait to fuck you standing up." You shake your head, laughing. "What? That used to be my thing, ask Takeomi or Waka. When I can do that again, I'll call this a success."

A success, huh?

You clean yourself and Keizo up afterward, resting on his bare chest and kissing his lips over and over again.

"Stay with me," Keizo murmurs, grey eyes full of dreams. "Stay here. I'll make you happy as long as I'm breathing."

"And what about you?" you wonder, stroking his beard with two fingers. "Will you be happy?"

"As long as you're safe and happy." You huff a laugh, leaning in to kiss his waiting lips. "Deal?"

"It's a deal."

[zot3-flopped]

“Everyone hates Harry and Louis is thriving” lol let’s revise that.

Who hates Harry? The internet who hates everyone? Cause his song is not only the biggest song of the year so far, but also the biggest song of this week worldwide. His album is the biggest album of the year worldwide. His tour numbers are insane and keep stacking up. That’s a strange way of showing hate “everyone” has of him.

Today Bryan Adams was in the audience at his show. This year alone Lenny Kravitz and Bono were at his shows. Hugh Jackman went to MSG the other day. Billy Joel name checked Harry at his show. Coldplay dedicated a song to him during their Wembley show. And that’s just in the past couple of weeks.

The New York Times opinion piece was actually really complimentary, the comments are all in his favor, I’ve seen multiple rise to defend him, including the editor in chief of the most iconic queer magazine, Attitude. You have people praising the fact that a northern actor is exposing Hollywood to his accent, multiple people who actually saw him ACT say he’s incredible, studio execs saying he should drop music to become a movie star. All of our contemporary prestigious directors have praised him (Eggers, Luhrmann, Zhao, Nolan). He still has a pristine reputation as the kindest man.

He can be on the cover of any magazine he likes, sell any venue, make multiple songs huge worldwide hits. He looks hot as fuck while doing it. He has a supportive family, a supportive group of friends, an adoring girlfriend, and even two kids he probable adores himself.

That anon wishes he could have that life. That level of success will always come with a spoonful of jealous people. Ask anyone who’s been successful before, they’ll all tell you this is just what happens. At the end of the day, even those people are still wasting a ton of breath talking about him (you included anon), and his pockets keep growing, his award collection keeps growing, his support system is still present, sooooo… I think he’s fine, actually

In what world can you compare the world’s biggest superstar, Harry Styles, to a random music artist just doing his thing? Cause that’s what Louis is. He’s just your run of the mill small artist. It’s not that he’s not a superstar, because most artists can’t be (and I personally didn’t even expect Harry to be one). Louis is not even mainstream. He’s not on the radio, he can barely sell tickets, his music isn’t popular, he’s not in the top 500 artists on Spotify (not even close, actually). His album will likely chart for a week, he won’t get a hit anywhere, and the only place where he’ll make noise is his social media bubble. He can put food on the table with his music and be happy. I guess you can call that thriving, but then why are you comparing that to THE WORLD’S BIGGEST SUPERSTAR?

Who’s gonna hate Louis? Why would they hate him when they don’t even know he exists? How can anything he does cause controversy when nobody knows he’s doing it? Why would you even compare two people who are on such drastic polar opposites sides in terms of success? What are you comparing exactly?

Sounds like you desperately want Louis to “win”. Sounds like it’s killing you that Harry is this successful, to a degree where he’s on another galaxy to your fav, so you’re trying with all your might to self soothe, that actually, Louis is still winning, because you need him to, because it somehow defines YOUR life. Because you and your ilk have spent the past 5 years stewing on the fact that Harry is more successful. And you HATE IT.

When Harry was a mildly successful artist in 2017/2018, his fans didn’t create scenarios in our head where actually he was bigger than Justin Bieber because everyone hated Justin and Harry didn’t have controversies and negative headlines. We just enjoyed Harry’s content.

Maybe learn to enjoy being a fan of your guy without worrying so much about how a separate artist that has nothing to do with him is doing, cause it only shows your jealousy.

👏👏👏👏👏 Love this. Agree with every word. Eloquent and insightful.

[homosociallyyours]

Awful first meeting and Survival/Wilderness 🌸

Allow me to indulge my Below Deck obsession in this ot5 fic:

Harry and Liam are part of a small group that charters a private yacht for an exclusive tropical getaway. Louis, Zayn, and Niall are part of the yacht staff-- Louis is the bosun, Zayn is Chief Stew, and Niall is the chef.

The group that charters the yacht is led by an incredibly insufferable guest who immediately alienates the crew with his ridiculous demands. Assuming the worst about all of the group (because who would be friends with a man as horrible as the main guest??), the crew does their best to provide a good experience in spite of disliking their guests, including Harry and Liam.

HOWEVER!! When a huge storm hits during a beach picnic and leaves Louis, Zayn, and Niall stranded on a remote, uninhabited island with Harry and Liam, the five of them quickly realize they have more in common than they realized. As they struggle to stay safe in the midst of harsh winds and heavy rains, hoping for a rescue vessel, they forget unexpected and long lasting bonds with one another.

Need to tag @uhoh-but-yeah-alright here bc she's the one who got me to watch the episodes of below deck sailing yacht with the absolute nightmare guest who partially inspired this! Also shout-out to @kingsofeverything bc I feel like chatting with her has inspired this in ways she hopefully won't find annoying!

[thatsrightice]

One of the really great command navigators, Stewart Gillison, decided after he finished his tour that he wanted to stay in England. I welcomed him into Group Headquarters as my chief assistant. I could trust him with briefings.

Stew was not your normal guy. Under the circumstances of war, none of us were exactly level on course, but Stew was really something. At night, when he went to bed, instead of turning out the light, he shot it out with his 45 revolver. The ceiling of his room looked like a sieve, and the batman had to put in a new bulb every day.

— Harry Crosby in his memoir, A Wing and a Prayer

[ao3feed-jily]

To the Ends of the Earth

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3mJAWyX

by ocean_away

Lily Evans is the model chief stewardess, ready to take on her next assignment aboard The Phoenix. Enter: One reality television show, bosun James Potter, a chef from her past, and a motley crew of stews and deckhands determined to make her life interesting. What could possibly go wrong?

Below Deck meets Marauders.

Words: 4047, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Marlene McKinnon, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody

Relationships: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Reality Show, AU-Yachties

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[onesweetworld18]

The new slew of Yachtgate photos had me thinking, which crew members from Below Deck would I want serving and being deckhands on the boat. I’ve come to two conclusions: one for a Yachtgate and one for Louis and Harry if they go on their own.

Yachtgate:

Chief Stew: Kate- because obviously. She could be professional, but still would give Harry the “I know why you’re here” side convo.

Second Stew: Josiah- because I think Harry would absolutely flirt back with him.

Third Stew: Ashling- She was great at everything and I think she would bring levity to the snark of the others.

Chef: Leon- Hear me out…Harry is the only person left on the planet who would still appreciate the beef cheeks as a pun.

Lead Deckhand: Malia- because it feels like the misery on the boat is up her alley

Deckhands: Rhylee- mostly because I want to see her and Malia together.

Bobby- because I think he would occupy whoever Harry as on the boat with.

Captain: Sandy…obviously.

Harry and Louis vacation

Chief Stew: Kate- again, obviously because she’s the best and I think her and Louis would be HYSTERICAL together.

Second Stew: Izzy- she’s hysterical, life of the party, and good at her job.

Third Stew: Aesha: I think Harry would love her and her crass humor and puns

Chef: Ben- because they deserve only the best

Lead Deckhand: Eddie- he throws a good beach picnic, he works well with Kate (now) and he likes music!

Dead hand: Colin- He is the Fire Island ferry driver and is a great ally and good time.

Max: he was so funny! And was great with the guests. I think he would be fun with the crew.

And obviously the Captain would be Capt Lee because he’s the best.

I hope someone aside from me appreciates this incredibly niche post lol.

[dmgrundy]

[67] The Taking of Pelham 123 (1974, dir. Joseph Sargent)

‘Pelham 123 ‘is of that genre of crime film that produced some of the most popular Hollywood films of the 1970s, a kind of grim disaffection in which the system is rigged—mayors, politicians, police chiefs alike are corrupt, in league with the criminals they purport to pursue—in which crime waves run rampant, and in which ordinary citizens are helpless bystanders and victims, and the occasional good cop as figure of identification might end up, like Al Pacino’s ‘Serpico’, shot in the face; or might be, in effect, a psychopath only marginally less deranged than the mass murderer he pursues (Dirty Harry). If such films tended towards a right-wing analysis, often drawing on the iconography—and the stars—of the western (Eastwood, Charles Bronson, John Wayne himself), their ‘toughness’, use of obscenity and the like a kind of ‘tell it like it is’ masculinity that often relied on racist and classed notions of criminality (see the middle-class vigilante absurdity of ‘Death Wish’), and that, despite the critique of political corruption, often nothing like a systematic analysis of how the financial crisis of the 1970s had come about and how they might have had some role to play in this apparent stew of moral malaise and cynicism. ‘Pelham 123’ is, thankfully, not too much like that—the cop, played by Walter Matthau, is personable, but neither especially heroic nor especially mendacious—simply functional—and the gangsters are not really characterised enough to be types, conservative bogeymen. The fact that the criminal group’s leader is a mercenary and ex-British army officer who’s fought in Africa suggests the mendacious trails of imperialism even if the film’s not really that interested in this backstory except insofar as the gangsters’ backgrounds create personal tensions that amp up the overall tension. Essentially, the film is a study in narrative tension and the confined setting of the subway tunnel where the gang hold a lone train carriage to ransom. As such, its setting harks across to another film of which its makers were likely unaware—the mordant B-movie ‘Death Line’, in which abandoned workers on the London Underground turn into cannibals—the city excavated for what lies beneath, the smooth flow of transport and commerce halted: derailed, one might say. The soundtrack—in another less noticed by-product of the grim 1970s thriller (viz. Morricone, Jerry Fielding, Don Ellis)—offers exemplary atonal, funk-tinged propulsion.