#James Clifford

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Wenner-Gren's 100th symposium, Symbolism Through Time, was a chock-full of Famous Anthropologists.

Here is their caption for the event: "Back: J. Clifford, L. Drummond, J .Fernandez, J. Peacock, J. Boon, E. Leach, P. Burke, V. Valeri, B. Kapferer, N. Watson Front: D. Krupa, D. Handelman, N. Miyata, K. Blu, K. Komatsu, P. Rabinow, M. Sahlins, E. Ohnuki-Tierney, S. Ortner, C. Geertz, F. da Silva, L. Osmundsen"

Another image in which Sahlins is in the front row -- I'm keeping track of that.

via Wenner-Gren.

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high quality pictures of a high-quality man ♡

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HAPPY FUCKIN BIRTHDAY TO MR. CLIFFORD LEE BURTON!!!!!!

I promise I'm still alive. Just burnt out :(

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Worldwide girlies (Big Time Rush) are in fact Amnesia girlies (5 Seconds of Summer)

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Character portraits for Spiderweb. Some of these require revisions due to being traced over actual sprites.

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Rosie’s Riveters 🩵🩵🩵

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Should've Been Born Later, Nix - Chapter 7: The Boys Back Home

Easy Company x Fem!OCs

Chap. Synopsis: What will happen when some of Easy Company's most valuable soldiers disappear?

Words: 2,135

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Author's note: Hey everyone! Apologies for the delay with the chapter lol 🫠 This chapter is the point of view of the men in Bastogne!! Also, because this is my fanfiction and I can do whatever I want, there will be some soldiers who somehow survived their demise in previous episodes (Miller? Dukeman? PERHAPS) Anywho, thank you as always for reading and be on the lookout for Chapter 8! 🥰

"Luz!" Carwood cried over the last shell to drop. He watched the radioman dive into the foxhole - George met the same fate as the nine others who dropped into that hole, none of them came out. Lipton was astonished. At most, a foxhole could fit three of the men comfortably, perhaps four if needed. But ten men in one? Lipton should have seen a dog pile of olive drab stretching above the opening. Instead, he saw an empty hole in the ground. The First Sergeant blinked and rubbed his eyes, making sure what he saw was indeed reality. The foxhole stayed empty when he opened his eyes.

Lipton sprinted from where he was taking cover, desperately searching for Lieutenant Dike. He knew that Dike was the least preferable choice, especially in a situation like this, but the officers Lipton would have preferred to ask for help had disappeared. After an agonizing search mission, Lipton finally found the Lieutenant - Dike was absentmindedly strolling along, looking at the trees around him with a glassy, thousand-yard stare. “Lieutenant Dike!” Lipton called out, scrambling over tree roots and broken branches. Dike snapped back to reality, his posture automatically improving when he saw First Sergeant Lipton.

“What is it, First Sergeant?” Dike asked, trying to be authoritative. The yawn that followed his words worked against him. Carwood began to speak, but his words were caught in his throat… how in the world was he going to tell the lieutenant what just happened?

“Sir… we um…” Lipton tried to force the words out of his mouth.

“Spit it out, First Sergeant Lipton!” Dike ordered, irritation evident in his voice. Lipton paused, taking a breath before responding to the officer.

“Sir… several men are gone…”

“First Sergeant, this is war, we're going to have casualties every day.”

“Not like that sir, I mean… they've disappeared…”

Dike stared blankly at the NCO, wondering if he heard him right.

“Where did they go, Carwood?” Hearing Dike use his first name gave Lipton a feeling he could only describe as ick, but nevertheless, he continued.

“Sir, I saw ten men go into a foxhole, but when I reached them, the foxhole was empty.”

“And you’re sure you went to the right foxhole?” Lipton had to pause and take a breath before answering.

“Yes, sir.” In a flurry of urgency that Lipton had never seen from Dike before, the lieutenant had rounded up Compton, Peacock, Shames, Foley, and Welsh, as well as radioed to Colonel Sink. Lipton hastily repeated his experience to the officers, who were just as hesitant to believe Lipton as Dike was. 

“So they’re just… gone?” Harry asked, still skeptical.

“I wish I had more information for you sir, but all I saw was the men go into the foxhole and not come out,” Carwood replied, defeat evident in his voice.

“Shit…” Welsh muttered under his breath. The Irishman stared at the ground in front of him, wondering how he let two of his closest friends just disappear.

“So who all are we missing?” Buck interjected. He stood with his arms crossed, instinctively taking command of the conversation.

“Captains Winters and Nixon, Lieutenant Speirs, and then Roe, Luz, Liebgott, Guarnere, Toye, Malarkey, and Randleman,” the NCO listed off the men he saw disappear, and prayed he would see again.

What Lipton did not see was Skip Muck quickly scrambling back to his foxhole. He had originally made his way to CP to ask Captain Winters a question, but when he overheard the discussion between Lipton and the officers, panic consumed the soldier’s thoughts. Muck all but fell into Penkala’s foxhole, unaware that he inadvertently elbowed his best friend in the face.

“HEY! What the fuck!?” Penkala yelped in surprise, his hands shooting to his cheek.

“Keep it down, Penk! I gotta tell you something,” Muck hushed the soldier, looking to make sure no one else was around. “I just heard Lipton telling Buck that we lost a bunch of men.”

“Like, to a sniper?”

“No, like they fucking disappeared.” Alex rolled his eyes, figuring Skip was just up to his usual mischief.

“Yeah, and I’m marrying Rita Hayworth.”

“Penk, I’m serious. Winters, Nixon, and a few others are gone and they have no fucking idea where they went.”

“Wait, what’d you say?” Muck and Penkala looked up to see that Shifty Powers had joined them in their foxhole. The rifleman looked at his two friends with shock and concern - how could the soldiers just disappear, especially vital officers like Winters and Nixon?

“He said we’re missing half the fucking company!” Penkala’s voice raised again, becoming more distressed by the minute.

“I said keep it down, you ass-hat!” Skip punctuated his interjection with a sharp whack to the back of Penkala’s head. “Look, we all know Dike isn’t gonna do shit. When Colonel Sink gets here, we need to back Lipton up and make sure Sink knows what’s happening.”

“I can go round up some of the other NCOs and tell them,” Shifty offered, gathering up his rifle to go find the rest of Easy Company’s leaders.

“Alright, we’ll come find you once Sink gets here,” Penkala replied before Shifty set off on his solo mission. Before long, the Virginian had gathered up Alley, Christianson, Grant, Martin, McClung, Perconte, Sisk, Talbert, Popeye, and Smokey Gordon. Of course, the trio of Hashey, Garcia, and Miller wanted to tag along as well - even if they did not have a leadership role, they wanted to help their company however they could.

“I really hope Bull’s okay…” Hashey muttered to no one in particular, crossing his arms to conserve the little warmth he had. “First he went missing in Holland, now we lose him in Bastogne…”

“Yeah, we need to keep a leash on him or something!” Miller snickered to his friends before Babe Heffron bumbled up to the group. The redhead resembled a baby horse learning to gallop as he jumped and weaved past tree roots and foxholes making his way to the group of soldiers.

“The fuck is this I hear about Gaurnere missing!?” Babe’s respirations were loud and labored as he attempted to catch his breath. Before anyone could respond, Lipton came across the group of soldiers all congregated near CP.

“Hey fellas, everyone doing all right?” Carwood asked nervously - he loved his men, but he knew they were up to no good if too many were in one place without a good reason.

“We heard about the men going missing,” Smokey replied, Mississippi accent thick in his words.

“We want to help, Lip, however we can,” Floyd Talbert added. He nervously shifted his weight from one foot to the other, Smokey glancing a look of concern at his best friend. 

Lipton was about to express his gratitude to his company before Colonel Sink’s Jeep was seen pulling up beside the rest of the group. Lipton quickly went to grab the company’s officers as Sink nodded in thanks to his driver and stepped out of the car. With a loud, abrupt command to “Ten-Hut!” from Buck Compton, the gathered men snapped to attention and saluted the colonel, who offered a gentle salute in return.

“At ease men,” Sink instructed before turning to the officers, “I knew it was bad when I was getting a call from Dike.”

Lipton and Welsh needed to bite their cheeks to hide their amused smiles. “We’re not sure what to do, sir, or if anything can be done…” Buck replied to the colonel before taking a step back - the blonde gestured for Lipton to step up, an instruction to inform Sink of their predicament.

“Carwood, tell me exactly what you saw.” The rest of the gathered men leaned in as Sink spoke, anxious to understand what was happening.

“Ten men went into a foxhole while we were getting shelled, sir, but the foxhole was completely empty when I went to check on them afterward. There was absolutely no trace of anyone being in that foxhole, sir, and now we can’t find any of the men I saw go in.”

The older man nodded in understanding, silently processing Lipton’s words. “Who all went in?” The NCO repeated the names from earlier, ending with Captains Winters and Nixon. Sink simply looked down at the snow. “And you have no idea where the hell any of them went…”

“No sir,” Lipton replied quietly.

The colonel simply let out a sigh and shook his head, “I’m sorry boys, but since it was during a shelling and they were last seen going into a foxhole, the higher-ups probably aren’t going to authorize a search party,” he sent a determined look to the men, “I’m going to do everything I can to push the request through, but I better not hear of anyone taking matters into their own hands.” Before getting back into his Jeep, Sink turned to Lieutenant Dike, or rather, where Dike should have been. “And where the hell is Dike?”

“We don’t know, sir, we looked for him before you arrived but didn’t find him,” Welsh chimed in. Sink rubbed his forehead in irritation before turning to Buck and Welsh.

“All right, I’m making this an official order. Lieutenant Compton, if Dike isn’t to be found and a decision needs to be made, your company comes to you. Harry, you’re second in command. You kids do what you think is right. You’re good soldiers with smart heads on your shoulders.” Sink nodded to the officers and saluted the men before getting back in his Jeep and driving back to Regimental HQ - the poor man put his head in his hands, his most trusted officers were gone without a trace, and there was virtually nothing he could do to help them.

As if on cue, Dike returned to the company, “What are we all standing around for? We have a line to protect!” Dike crescendoed his voice to try and be more authoritative, but his efforts fell flat. Eyes rolled and voices groaned as the gathered men all dispersed and returned to their assigned duties - well, all except for Babe, Talbert, Smokey, McClung, Shifty, Alley, Grant, and Popeye. As everyone was trying to leave, Smokey grabbed the sleeve of whoever he could.

“Y’all, this isn’t right, we need to do something,” the machine gunner pleaded in a hushed tone.

“You heard Sink, though, there’s no way they’re gonna authorize a search party,” Moe replied, his brows furrowed in confusion.

Popeye took a beat before he chimed in, “...why do we need to wait for authorization?”

“Because only a general can authorize a search party,” Talbert answered the Virginian - while he did not agree with the policy at all, he knew that there was no getting around it.

“But didn’t Sink say that he left Buck and Welsh in charge if Dike isn’t around? They’re not the type to snitch,” Grant offered to the conversation, scrunching his shoulders up for warmth like a turtle retreating into its shell.

“Hell, they might be happy to help out,” Gordon affirmed the NCO. The men looked around at each other with uncertainty - what if Dike found out? Or Peacock? To be honest, it was probably worse for the latter officer to discover the plot. Thomas Peacock tries his best to be a good captain, but these efforts cause him to be rather heavy-handed with the rules. If Peacock were to hear of the plot to find the missing soldiers, he would surely either tell his superior officers or try to stop the soldiers himself.

“What if we get caught?” Shifty asked nervously - while he wanted to help his friends, the poor boy was nervous to hatch a plot like this.

“We can’t just do nothin’! We all know they’d do the same if it were any of us out there!” The man from Philly interjected, earning Babe a smack on the head from Grant.

“Where would we even start?” McClung asked the group.

“Well, best thing to do would be to investigate the foxhole and see if there are any clues,” everyone turned in shock to see Lipton returning to them. “I needed something from CP, and then I noticed all of you still over here, I figured you were up to no good,” the first sergeant said with a smile, earning him a loving slap on the back from Grant and Johnny Martin. The rest of the afternoon was about to be spent brainstorming, at least until one of the men needed to take their turn watching the line.

All of the men felt nervous, but especially Babe. Guarnere is his best friend, it would be one thing if Babe knew that he was wounded, even killed, but not knowing what happened to Bill was eating away at Babe worse than anything he had ever felt before.

~~~~~

Chapter 6 | Chapter 8 (coming soon!)

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Thank you so much as always for reading and stay tuned for Chapter 8! 😁

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As I'm sure were all aware that Liam Payne from popular boy band One Direction has recently passed.

Obviously this was instant news and the praise and tribute posts stated to flood all over the internet including from his own bandmates Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, and Harry Styles as to be expected.

But other tribute posts from 'rival' bands such as Big Time Rush, 5 Seconds Of Summer, Nsync, Backstreet Boys, and even The Wanted (well Tom Parkers widow), which was One Directions main rival back in the day; their BSB to their Nsync if you will were posted as well.

I would like to point how much of a big deal this is. All these bands have been compared to each other at one point or another no matter what generation there from and fans have even started wars over which boy band was better or more iconic and what not. Yet they're all showing their love for Liam and their support for the other members.

I think we should take this as a sign not to take being a fan so seriously. I enjoy all the bands I mentioned above yet I obviously have my favorites, its okay to have your favorites too but there's no need for all the twitter fights, and hate posting.

Rest In Peace Liam 💞🕊️ you will ALWAYS be an important part of our childhoods you are dearly missed 💔

(fyi the wanted gif isn't mine).

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Dinah Washington: The Queen of the Blues and Her Indelible Impact on American Music

Introduction: Dinah Washington, often hailed as “The Queen of the Blues,” was a powerhouse vocalist whose remarkable talent transcended genres and left an indelible mark on American music. Born Ruth Lee Jones one hundred years ago today on August 29, 1924, in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, Dinah Washington’s life and career were as dynamic as her voice. Her ability to seamlessly blend blues, jazz, R&B,…

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you good there cliff?? 😭😭

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James Wilby as Clifford Chatterley in Lady Chatterley (1993) and James Wilby in an interview on him playing the role:

The People - Sunday, 30 May 1993:

Lady Chatterley’s vicious husband Sir Clifford made James Wilby bad-tempered, foul-mouthed, and a nightmare to live with. “I was taking the part home with me and refusing to come out of character,” admits Wilby, 32.

He realised he was going to have to live with a monster the moment he immersed himself in the part.

“He was wounded in the war and paralysed from the waist down,” Wilby explains. “But I felt no sympathy for him. He is vicious, manipulative, small-minded, yet incredibly intelligent. "He has no compassion and actually encourages his wife to have an affair with Mellors so he has an heir to his estate. “The role not only caused me stress and drained me physically and mentally, but made me feel deeply unattractive sexually. I know my wife Shana found it hard to kiss me. "I’d be rude to her about silly little things. If I found there was no coffee in the house I’d shout and swear at her and I must have been an absolute pain to live with. I had a permanent scowl on my face for five weeks. "But I knew I had to do it. At the time I still had scenes to shoot and I couldn’t risk slipping out of character. If I’d been anything less than convincing in the scenes I still had to do, the audience would have picked up on it and I’d have been furious with myself. "I know it caused tension between Shana and me but if you’re going to do a job properly, you have to be prepared to put yourself out. If not, it’s time to give up acting.” When Wilby worked with Angelica Huston on A Handful Of Dust, she had complained to him about the behaviour of Jack Nicholson, her then lover while he had been making the movie, The Shining. "Because his character had been evil, he behaved like a bastard, she said. So at least I was in good company! During the five weeks between the bulk of my filming and the few scenes right at the end of the shoot, Shana had to resort to humouring me rather than get into arguments.” To make matters worse for Wilby, his wife, a picture researcher, was five months pregnant with their second child, and having miscarried the previous year there was a fear she might do so again. “It was a very difficult time for us and I’m fortunate that I have such an understanding wife,” says Wilby. “Especially when I was shutting myself away until two or three in the morning so that I was absolutely certain that I was going to be able to go into the studio the following morning and deliver something that was believable and complete. But I can almost believe Shana was glad I was shutting myself away because I was behaving so badly.” Just learning Sir Clifford’s speeches demanded enormous concentration from Wilby. “My character’s part is actually bigger than that of gamekeeper Mellor's in terms of words. When Clifford opens his mouth, three paragraphs spill out, not just a sentence. "And he has this ridiculous small moustache. Ken Russell the director, insisted I grew one of my own and it came to symbolise everything I hated about my character and the effect he was having on me and my marriage. "I couldn’t wait to get it off and there was ceremonial shaving on the set at the end of the shoot,” he says. For DH Lawrence the story exemplified the class war in Britain. Clifford is from the landed gentry so he thinks himself superior to people like Mellors. “He calls Mellors a half-tamed animal with a gun and he means it," says Wilby. “Lawrence actually wrote three versions of the book- Lady Chatterley; John Thomas and Lady Jane; and Lady Chatterley’s Lover- and Clifford becomes more vicious as the books go on. The BBC version is an amalgam of all three books.” Wilby finally shed Sir Clifford when he went on a yachting holiday in the Mediterranean with three friends after he had finished filming Lady Chatterley. “Shana was going to come, but because she was pregnant she decided she couldn’t risk it. It was the best thing I could possibly have done. It was physically very demanding and I sweated Clifford right out of my system.”

[cliffburtonappreciation]

Cliff and James being besties

Cliff looking absolutely zooted

(Almost) Shirtless Cliff???

He's so goofy

How do you guys like this layout as opposed to how I usually post?

[bookns]

The Kendall Knight (Big Time Rush) to Austin Moon (Austin and Ally) to Luke Hemmings (5 Seconds of Summer) pipeline: knew who she was at a very young age

(also if you were a Kendall girlie, you are a Luke girlie..James girlies you are def a Michael girlie...Carlos girlies you are now a Ashton girlie..lasly my Logan girlies y'all are Calum's)

[klirk-hammurton]

I'm a few days late to posting this

December 28, 1982

Cliff Burton's first rehearsal as a member of Metallica was DECEMBER 28, 1982. The band moved to San Francisco as a condition of Cliff joining, but they were happy to do so as the city felt like a good fit.​

Photos: BRIAN LEW

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THE PIERCE LEGACY: GENERATION 4/5

Eight years later, here we go again! For everyone that may be around but doesn't remember, or for anyone new who might hop on here, here's the basics of this legacy:

Each generation is focused around a new occult life state. Generation 1 was ghosts, generation 2 was imaginary friends, generation 3 was fairies, generation 4 was werewolves, and generation 5 will be witches. If I manage to stick with it, we'll move onto mermaids, then plantsims, vampires, and the last two gens were still up in the air. Each gen also has a colour, with yellow, green and orange being those of the three surviving generations.

We're going to start off pretty light story wise until the kids are at least children, to see if I can actually get back into it, but then we'll see.

All old posts are still linked on their navigation page, and the summary of the most recent generation's story is specifically here. (Bear in mind it was all written 8-10 years ago, so it's not all very well written and is outright clumsy in places, plus some posts were lost to the censors.)

More details below the cut. (Sorry, this got WAY TL;DR.)

The current family is as follows:

Maylu, Nat and Kain Pierce: Maylu was generation 3's heiress, and is the only non-occult sim left in this family. Nat was her childhood sweetheart, and Kain was another fairy they both met at university. What started as a drunken three-way became asking Kain to help them have kids became a polyamorous relationship.

Alfred and Avery Pierce: Generation 4's heir and spare. 'Twins', of a sort, in that they were born on the same day, even if they're actually half-brothers. Avery is blind in one eye and Alfred has stunted wing growth, both as a result of the same incident in their childhood.

Tessa Pierce (née O'Connell) and Ylva Pierce (née Tate): Generation's 4's spouses! Both werewolves that have rough pasts, as all the wolves do. Tessa and Alfred have been together since they were young teens, Ylva and Avery got together later in their teen years.

Ivory Nein-Russel and Adrian Nein-Russel: Unrelated to the Pierces themselves, but Ivory, Tessa and Ylva are practically sisters. With a little bit of an age gap, Adrian and Ivory fell in love last, but no less deeply, and last we saw they'd just gotten married.

Elanya Pierce, Felan Pierce and Calypso Nein-Russel: Heiress and spares (sort of) of generation 5! Elanya is a fairy, Felan and Calypso are werewolves. Calypso was adopted. They're a bit older than when we last saw them, being treated as more around 3-4 than 1-2.

Then, living elsewhere in town and only here for this picture, there's:

Ella Pierce and Faye Pierce: Spares from generation 4, Ella being Maylu's bio kid and Faye being Nat's, a turned-werewolf and a fairy respectively. Ella grew up a normal sim, but got Dexter to change her when they were teens because she was tired of being the only normal sim. This was more dangerous than expected.

Dexter Pierce (née Richwood) and Obsidian Pierce (née James): Spouses to Ella and Faye, respectively. Both werewolves, who like Adrian were also with the pack since they were kids. Dexter and Adrian have a bit of a rivalry, but they've been working on it.

Xavier Pierce and Cyril Pierce: Cousins to generation 5, Ella and Faye's kids respectively. Xavier is a werewolf and Cyril is a fairy.

I have all sorts of weird random bits of personalised occult lore for this family, but the relevant bits are:

There are very rare instances of occult hunters, and there is, technically, still one out there on the trail of the wolves in this family.

Fairies all start with the tiny little wings that then grow into one of the bigger shapes when they get older. Alfred's were stunted by emotional trauma and never grew.

Fairies can develop something called an adeptnature, which is a talent for a very specific branch of their nature magic. Alfred has one for befriending small animals, Avery has one that lets him sense the weather.

Fairies can have a variety of face markings, like Nat's 'eyeshadow' or the speckles on Alfred and such, that almost always skip a generation.

There are three kinds of werewolves: born wolves, moonborn wolves, and turned-wolves. Tessa, Ylva and Ivory are each of those respectively.

Cottonwood Hills, the town I play in, is a generally very welcoming town for occults but does not believe weresims exist. Maylu is working on proving it so the weres in the family can be open about what they are without issue.

Normal sims cannot learn alchemy. (Obviously they actually can mechanically, but lore wise.)