#John Cole

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Characters, book, and author names under the cut

Patroclus/Achilles - The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

Thomas McNulty/John Cole - Days Without End (and A Thousand Moons) by Sebastian Barry

Luke Sunborn/Elliot Schafer - In Other Lands by Sarah Rees Brennan

Nathaniel Bainbridge/Sea Hawk - Kidnapped by the Pirate by Keira Andrews

[nobodysdaydreams]

The last time I wrote about Violet Hopefield, people got mad. But I think dropping this lore will make up for it.

Thank you again to everyone who gave me information about Violet and John to write show versions of them.

Summary: After leaving his brother behind, young Nicholas finds companionship in his new friends, John Cole and Violet Hopefield, but the memory of his brother and guilt of what he did prove difficult to escape. Meanwhile, Nathaniel waits patiently for his brother to come back, though each day without him becomes harder than the last.

[sophieswundergarten]

Imagine you're John Cole

You're twelve years old, and you've been at Rothschild's End for a while now. Your parents died a year ago, maybe a few months, maybe less, and then on top of it you got chicken pox and none of the children you knew wanted to interact with you.

You meet the new kid, and he's tiny, a scrappy little thing with too many words for a boy his size. And he's a little uneasy at meeting you, but tries to mask it. Maybe you notice maybe you don't.

Either way, you decide to warn him about the Spiders. They're older than you, maybe the same age as you, and you've been living in fear of them ever since you came to this awful place.

Nick seems like a good kid, maybe a little too uppity, maybe a little too much for a nine year old who's just come to Child's End, but it is what it is. You don't want to get involved.

But, you do. You do get involved, and he's wonderful. He's funny and bright and maybe, just maybe, the first real friend you've had in a long time.

Then, you meet another friend. Someone you like spending time with and someone who, maybe, likes spending time with you. Violet Hopefield is something else, but she's just as terrific as the new kid turned out to be, and maybe, just maybe, if you squint and hope, there's the makings of a family in these kids, these misfits, these people who you didn't mean to know but now you do.

[tomorrowusa]

Keeping people illiterate and ignorant makes book banning and censorship unnecessary.

[personinthepalace]

Unseen(?) art from The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Riddle of Ages

[mvshortcut]

Six times someone tells Nicholas Benedict how long he's been asleep, and one time he does the same for someone else.

little fic inspired by this post!

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Justice Roberts declares racism dead (again).

June 30, 2023

ROBERT B. HUBBELL

    For the second time in his tenure as Chief Justice of the United States, John Roberts has struck a death blow to efforts to rectify the effects of two centuries of enslavement and a third century of state-sanctioned apartheid. From his comfortable roost of privilege and access, he views the daily struggle against racism and discrimination as mere abstractions and legal trifles (at best). At worst, he views those efforts as annoyances and obstacles that impair the ability of similarly situated members of the privileged class to secure their birthright to access, affluence, and power.

          John Roberts has ended affirmative action in the United States. As many commentators noted, he created an impossible “Catch 22” in which efforts to promote diversity are unconstitutional if they are either too specific or too vague. What’s left? As Roberts says, a university may consider “an applicant’s discussion of how race affected his or her life, be it through discrimination, inspiration, or otherwise.”

But that exception is so narrow that it is no exception at all. A university is always free to consider an applicant’s life experiences—including their challenges in overcoming racism. But Roberts snatches back the slight exception he acknowledged by writing in the next sentence, “Universities may not simply establish through application essays or other means the regime we hold unlawful today.”

          The arrogance of Roberts and his colleagues is maddening. They ignored briefing from US businesses, academic institutions, medical schools, and the military pleading with the Court to allow them to continue to recruit diverse leaders essential to their core mission. But Roberts concluded that he, and he alone, was better suited to determine what is best for American society. Except for the military academies, which Roberts exempted because they raise “distinct” issues—such as needing diversity in the officer corps to ensure cohesion and legitimacy in the military. That rationale, of course, applies equally to business, academia, and medicine. See Ian Millhiser, Vox, The monstrous arrogance of the Supreme Court’s affirmative action decision.

          The perniciousness of Roberts’s opinion is—as always—rooted in his willingness to ignore long-settled precedent to promote the right’s agenda of white religious nationalism. Justice Sotomayor laid bare the hubris of Roberts and his reactionary colleagues in overturning precedent:

“Lost arguments are not grounds to overrule a case. When proponents of those arguments, greater now in number on the Court, return to fight old battles anew, it betrays an unrestrained disregard for precedent. “It fosters the People’s suspicions that ‘bedrock principles are founded . . . in the proclivities of individuals’ on this Court, not in the law, and it degrades ‘the integrity of our constitutional system of government.’ Nowhere is the damage greater than in cases like these that touch upon matters of representation and institutional legitimacy. “At bottom, the six unelected members of today’s majority upend the status quo based on their policy preferences about what race in America should be like, but is not, and their preferences for a veneer of colorblindness in a society where race has always mattered and continues to matter in fact and in law.”

          Justice Ketanji Brown Jackson called out the majority for pretending that being “color-blind” will somehow make the issue of racism in America disappear. She wrote:

“With let-them-eat-cake obliviousness, today, the majority pulls the ripcord and announces “colorblindness for all” by legal fiat. But deeming race irrelevant in law does not make it so in life. And having so detached itself from this country’s actual past and present experiences, the Court has now been lured into interfering with the crucial work that UNC and other institutions of higher learning are doing to solve America’s real-world problems. No one benefits from ignorance. Although formal race-linked legal barriers are gone, race still matters to the lived experiences of all Americans in innumerable ways, and today’s ruling makes things worse.”

          As hundreds of commentators have noted, the universities that are now forbidden from using race as a “plus factor” in granting admission will continue to grant special consideration to legacy candidates—children of alumni—and to children of major donors, politicians, and celebrities.

          Justice Roberts was stung by the criticism in the dissent and fired back that they have “contorted [precedent] into a demand that such programs never stop.” The dissents say no such thing. Instead, they are saying that Roberts has once again proclaimed the premature demise of racism in American society (as he did in Shelby County v. Holder).

The 14th Amendment was crafted to prevent the pernicious after-effects of slavery. Today, Justice Roberts used the 14th Amendment to prohibit efforts to address the very evil targeted by the 14th Amendment. Such logic can only make sense in the comfortable confines of private clubs and secret societies that exist to insulate people like John Roberts from the descendants of enslaved people.

          The dirty work of the Supreme Court is now complete for this session but is far from over. The most reactionary members have their sights set on same-sex marriage, contraception, and separation of church and state.

          It should be obvious that Biden will be running not only against Trump but against the six members of the reactionary majority. Indeed, recognizing that fact and acting on it will make Biden a stronger candidate. See Dan Pfeiffer, The Message Box, It's Time to Make a Corrupt Court a Campaign Issue.

          Biden took a step in the right direction by stating that “This is not a normal Court” in response to a reporter’s question after the opinion was issued. NYTimes, Biden Slams Supreme Court Ruling on Affirmative Action. But in an interview with Nicole Wallace on MSNBC, Biden declared that he is against expanding the Court, saying

“I think if we start the process of trying to expand the court, we're going to politicize it maybe forever in a way that is not healthy.”

          Biden is wrong. The Court is already politicized and will not correct course for another generation, at least. It is corrupt and illegitimate. It has subverted the norms of jurisprudence to the dark money of Leonard Leo and the Federalist Society. Democrats are angry and Biden is failing to read the mood of his base.

          Would it be wrong for Biden to turn ethics reform and expansion of the Supreme Court into a campaign issue in 2024? Was it wrong for Trump to promise to appoint only judges who would vote to overturn Roe v. Wade? We must stop the madness of disallowing Democrats from engaging in the very tactics that Republicans use to win elections.

          The Supreme Court has been politicized. Get over it and start doing something to protect the rights of Americans that are being decimated by a reactionary majority. An enforceable ethics code is a small first step, but it is woefully inadequate to address the emergency that we now face.

Concluding Thoughts.

          Two days ago, I posed the following question after the ruling Moore v. Harper:

“Is this just a temporary pause in [Roberts’s] long game?” We may get our first clue about the answer to that question in the next few days. But even if those opinions surprise us like Allen v. Milligan (voting rights) and Moore v. Harper, the only reasonable assumption is that Roberts, Kavanaugh, and Barrett are temporizing, waiting for the next major item on the MAGA agenda to make its way to the Court. Too much is at stake for us to assume otherwise. We must keep up pressure on the Court!”

          The most effective way to keep up pressure on the reactionary majority is to put Roberts and his colleagues on the ballot. They must understand that when Biden is elected to a second term and Democrats recapture the House, their death grip on the Constitution will be over.

[Robert B. Hubbell Newsletter]

[euaphora]

Do you have twt links of the girl ridding the guy and the guy being a moaning mess ???

most are just guided masturbation, hope you enjoy regardless!

one | two | three | four|five| six |seven |eight | nine| ten |eleven| twelve | thirteen |fourteen |fifteen

[sophieswundergarten]

“You’re probably the nicest person I’ve met before.” Nicholas shrugged, smiling shyly at John.

John, meanwhile, was standing there gobsmacked. “Nick–” He began in a choked-off protest. “Nick, I’m just a normal, decent person. There’s literally nothing special about me. Are– Are you okay?”

“Oh.” Nicholas’ face fell, and looked down at his shoes. “I guess I don’t have a lot to compare it to.” He mumbled. “There weren’t that many kids at my old orphanage who talked to me. I mean, the adults did a little, but there was never someone who really wanted to talk to me, like you do. Everyone just kind of ignored me.”

John paused, imagining Nick, tiny little Nick, pushed around in a cold sea of strangers, most of them older all of them uncaring. He felt a quiet horror creeping over him, laying its heavy hands on his shoulders and whispering in his ear: “He didn’t have anyone. He was all alone, and there was no one to care about him. No one at all.”

“Nick…” He bent down to get a better look at the other boy’s face, feeling his heart clench when he noticed the tears dripping down the smaller child’s nose.

“It’s– It’s fine–” Nicholas was blinking hard, trying to pass it off as some sort of casual, non-crying type of water coming from his eyes.

“C’mere,” John scooped him up into a hug, knowing he did the right thing when he felt Nicholas’ arms tighten around his neck, tears dampening his shirt. “Aw, Nick, it’s okay.”

i reread the beginning of extraordinary edition and i love their friendship so much. john you will always be my special guy

[IDs copied in alt text: two images are both drawings of kid nicholas and john cole.

a drawing with two panels, the first is nick looking up with an amicable expression, he is amused and is saying “you’re probably the nicest person i’ve met before” with a shrug. the second is john who is looking down and he looks horrified. he is captioned “considers himself just a normal decent person and is horrified”.

a drawing of john holding a crying nick to his chest. nick has his legs wrapped around john and his arms around his neck. john has a sympathetic expression and is holding him around his back and is saying “aw, Nick it’s ok.”]

[nobodysdaydreams]

📚

Thank you, Milk! Here's one you'll appreciate. It's based/inspired loosely on my post about Curtain's fake violets on his desk symbolizing that Violet Hopefield is his childhood nemesis:

“And is there anyone else in the audience or watching at home that you’d like to thank for their support?” asked the interviewer.

“Me,” thought Nathaniel. “He wants to thank me. This is it. This is what Nicky’s been waiting for. He’ll tell them about me, about my work on the turbine design, and then they’ll see that I belong up there on that stage with him.”

Nathaniel’s eyes were glued to the television as he held his breath.

“I do,” answered Nicholas. “My friends. Violet Hopefield and John Cole. They helped me practice my presentation, and they came here with me today.”

The camera quickly flashed onto the blurry faces of two people in the audience.

Nathaniel scowled. He immediately hated them, whoever these people were. Nicholas’ new rich, privileged, frivolous, unintelligent, superficial friends who'd never accomplished anything of value!

“They’ve been really supportive of me,” explained Nicholas.

“Wrong,” thought Nathaniel. “I’ve been supportive of you. I’m the only one who has ever been supportive of you!”

[sophieswundergarten]

Situation where small child Nicholas is doing Inadvisable And Unsupervised Science and something blows up so bad it blinds him for a few days

And so John ends up falteringly translating between him and Violet

(Because of course they're not going to just let Mr. Column lock him in his room snd ignore him for the duration)

[tomorrowusa]

When Republicans make accusations against Democrats, it's a given that Republicans themselves are deeply guilty of those charges.

Republicans may be terrible at governing, but they are world class when it comes to projection.

Rep. James Comer (R-KY-01) is frantically searching for nonexistent "evidence" to impeach Joe Biden while ignoring Trump businesses getting over $7 million from China, Saudi Arabia, and other countries while in office. What on earth was the Chinese government doing at a Trump property in Las Vegas?

^^^ Did the Democratic Republic of Congo spend $25,171 at the Trump International Hotel in DC so he would stop calling them a "shit-hole country"? 🇨🇩

As for GOP Rep. James Comer, he's a hypocritical multimillionaire twit who is the perfect corrupt MAGA zombie.

The Republican leading the probe of Hunter Biden has his own shell company and complicated friends

[rodolfoparras]

And for you, I keep my legs apart (and forget about my tainted heart)

Pairing: Unspecified Male character x Male Reader

cw: 18+, age gap, (older man x younger male reader), anal fingering, riding, subtop male reader, dombot male character, size kink

Thinking about an old man going for a guy like you who definitely isn’t his type, with your scrawny frame, short height that barley reaches eye level on him, and with a meek presence that couldn’t even scare away a stray cat if you desperately tried to do so.

Yet you’ve somehow managed to gather the courage to buy someone like him- a man that could probably be your father or something, a drink. At least that’s what he thinks you’re doing. It’s hard to tell when you’re talking so much - well nervously rambling that is, about the interior choices made for the dingy bar and the nutritious value of their menu (fuck who cares?)

But he listens to you anyway while his eyes trail along your lanky frame, eyeing your every little reaction to him (What ? He’s bored and he has no interest in the mind numbing football game playing on the television nor the group of rowdy men who look like they’re on a mission to drink themselves to an early death)

So he watches; watches how you jump when your fingers accidentally brush, watches how you avoid eye contract when he leans in close to your ear to ask you something, watches how you stumble over your words when he laughs or smiles at something you said.

At some point he watches you start squirming around in your seat and that’s when he notices the outline of your boner showing through your ill fitting jeans (Jesus Christ, this is what you’ve been hiding kid?) Despite being in a dimly lit bar he can tell you’ve opted out of wearing briefs, cockhead firmly pushing against your jeans and casting a dark spot that’s probably the reason as to why you’re squirming around in your seat

Now it’s his turn to jump as your knees knock together, gaze avoiding yours because how is he supposed to look you in the eyes when he’d been shamelessly staring at your crotch? and now he’s the one who can’t get through a sentence without stumbling over his words because all he can think about is all the ways he could cum with the help of your cock.

It doesn’t take much before he’s inviting you back to his house.

For a moment you look surprised by the invite, probably haven’t expected that and truth be told he’s surprised himself since he usually isn’t one for one night stands and if he were to do one it would be in a cheap motel not in such an intimate space like his place. But something about you has him acting like a horny teenager who’d just seen their first pair of tits.

You’re quick to accept the offer though, even thanking him for inviting you into his home (such a strange thing to do but somehow he can’t help but be endeared by the gesture)

Well at his place you continue your nervous blabbering, talking about his choice of decor or lack there of (fuck you love to talk don’t you?) while he continues thinking about all the ways he’s going to cum tonight.

Eventually he leans in for a kiss, swiftly cutting off your blabbering, tongue slipping past your lips to and tasting the sweet drink you’d been sipping.

A breathy sigh escapes your lips, hips bucking against his and he can’t help but notice the way your hard cock is firmly pressing against him.

“Christ, take this off kid,” he breathes against your lips and tugs at the belt you’re wearing, watches in amusement as you practically yank it off of your body along with the pair of pants you’re wearing.

Once you’ve complety stripped down he can finally see what he’d been eyeing all night and yeah he was right, you’re big, bigger than anyone he’s taken before, cock girthy and curving past your belly button, with an angry vein protruding to the side and a heavy set of balls hanging between your thighs.

And in that very moment he can’t help but thank everything under the sun for having decided to wear a plug to the bar, hole twitching in anticipation at the thought of all the ways he’s going to be skewed onto your cock.

Just as he’s about to tug his own shirt off, you go to speak before swiftly halting yourself.

“What? You’re not about to tell me you’re a virgin are you?” He says, in a joking tone something that quickly fades into something more serious as you continue to stand there staring at him without saying a word.

Suddenly he feels like he’s been splashed with a bucket of ice cold water and the first thing on his mind is to tell you take your clothes and get out because he’s not fucking a virgin tonight, that’s for damn sure. However just as he’s about to utter those words you manage to splutter out a response.

“Nonono I’m not but-,” you try to say, hand aimlessly flailing in the air before you continue speaking . “…I just I- won’t last long.”

That’s when he laughs, a long hearty laugh, that has his head tipping back, hand clutching onto his stomach and he knows he should feel bad for laughing so much but he just hadnt expected those words to come out your mouth

When he finally manages to gather himself you’re looking absolutely flustered, hands fisting your clothes and looking like you’re about to sprint out of here and he can’t help but want to take you out of your miserry

“don’t worry about it kid, just sit down for me yeah?”He says, nods his head over to his worn out blue couch: the one he usually sits in to drink his morning tea, the one he usually falls asleep in while watching reruns of some forgotten tv series , the one that is now adorned with a pretty boy with sugary sweet lips, cock hard and weeping between your legs, just patiently waiting for someone like him to come sit on it.

The thought itself is enough to kick him into gear and as he proceeds to strip the clothes off him he can’t help but notice the way your gaze follows him closely, an observation that stirs something foreign inside of him

It’s been a while since someone looked at him like this -like really looked at him, not with pity in their eyes because they know death’s patiently waiting at his side but with pure hunger, as you trail your gaze over every mark, every scar, every inch of skin he uncovers as he slowly takes his clothes off.

He can only take so much before he feels compelled to speak “Easy there, if you continue on like this you’ll finish before we get to do anything “

That seems enough to snap you out of your trance, looking absolutely flustered and once again he can’t help but be endeared by you (Christ, he really needs to get get it together)

“Still sure about this?” he says, and busies himself with rummaging around for the lube and condom he keeps in a drawer.

He only gets a meek hum in response and when he turns his head to look at you he sees your gaze focused on his lower half, probably eyeing the plug he’s got on.

The realization has his hole twitching in anticipation before he’s walking over to you with lube and a condom.

“Seriously has anyone ever told you it’s rude to stare?” He asks with a small smile on his face.

“‘M sorry-“ you begin to say before he leans down and cuts you off with a kiss, even hears a moan of his own escaping his own lips. He’s kissed many men before, that’s for sure. Some kisses had been snuck in dark bars others have been done in a drunken haze while in cheap motels.

But they’ve never felt like this- hungry, frantic almost leaving him weak at the knees as you thrust your tongue into him, sharp teeth nipping at tender skin , and hands wandering all over his body as if you can’t get enough of him.

It takes everything in him to break the kiss , and he hears a sound of protest escapes your lips, hand desperately clawing at his hips to pull him back in.

“that’s enough,” he says voice all firm but there’s nothing but warmth in his gaze as he peers down at you . “Got to save some of the fun remember ? Gonna let this old man ride your cock?”

“Yes yes yes please I’ll do anything just please-” you cry out, practically choking up on your words, while keeping a vice like grip on him.

“Shh easy there” he says, and gently nudges you back into the chair, before swiftly pulling the plug out of him.

A gasp escapes his lips as the cold air blows on sensitive skin, hungry hole now clenching around nothing. “Christ!”

Despite the strong desire to jump your bones- especially with the way you’re looking at him right now, he knows that he isn’t stretched enough for your cock.

So he tosses the condom your way before he opens the cap to the lube bottle and pours the content into his hand, fingers making quick work of warming it up for him.

It doesn’t take much before he’s got his slick finger pressed up against his rim, pushing it inside without much resistance as a soft exhale escapes his lips “you’re - ah you’re so big kid, can’t ah can’t take you like this”

He only hears a strangled sound escape your mouth as the words roll off of his tongue, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he works a second finger inside.

“Fuck me,” he breathes out, head tipping back, as waves of pleasure start running down his spine, all while you closely watch him the entire time.

And as a third finger joins into the mix he turns his eyes to look at you, noticing the way you’re looking at him all teary eyed, poor neglected cock weeping against your stomach and his voice is all hoarse as he says the words “you can touch yourself son it’s alright ”

You don’t waste a second wrapping a hand around your dick, erratically stroking from rot to tip as you keep your eyes glued to him. “Ah fuck! Feels - feels so good sir please ! Need- ah fuck need to fuck you please sir please”

“God you should see yourself kid, so pretty like this, so eager for an old man like me,” he breathes out, continues moving his fingers in and out, almost matching the pace of your own hand.

He wonders if this is how it would feel being speared onto your dick, fat cockhead nudging against his prostate with every thrust of your hips, his hungry hole taking your size as if it were nothing.

“Sir- going to cum please-“ he hears you cry out and the sound of your words snap him back into the present moment.

“Stop,”

A strangled sob escapes your lips, almost reluctant to pull your hand away from your dick but obedient as you are you listen to him.

Atta boy

He walks over to you on shaky legs, hand cupping your teary soaked face, slick thumb brushing over your cheek as he says “Want you to cum inside me, that alright with ya?”

You furiously nod your head in response looking so ridiculous he can’t help but chuckle before he turns around for you.

And as he stands there caged between your legs he can’t help but notice the warmth radiating from your skin, the smell of your cologne that’s biting at his nostrils, and the sweet sounds you’ve been making all night that are now trickling straight into his ear.

It’s only then he realizes how very real this is and how this isn’t just another dream his lonely mind had conjured up for him.

“Go easy on me alright? Been a while since I did this with someone,” he says, feels your cockhead circling his entrance before you slowly push inside of him.

“Jesus Christ!” He says through gritted teeth, face scrunching up, and nails clamping onto the couch as his body gets accustomed to the feeling of being stretched around your dick.

“Is this ah- is this alright sir?” You say, under a shaky breath, body quaking as you continue to sink inside of him.

“Going to tear me in half kid” he barks out, as the burn persist. Every nerve in his body is practically screaming as you continue to push your way inside of him but despite all of that there’s a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Eventually he gets used to the stretch, the burning sensation dulling a bit as his body starts to relax “Fuck just like that, going to make me feel so good aren’t you?” He murmurs out, hands loosening their grip on the couch as he shuffles around to get more comfortable.

“Yes yes yes please want to be good for you god please I need-“ you slur out, and he feels your body violently shaking beneath him.

“Shhh easy there,” he coos out, voice a bit wobbly as you finally bottom out.

He makes a point to ignore the way you’re buried so deep he can feel your ballsack kissing his ass, and can practically taste you at the back of his mouth, just so he can help you out “Breathe in for me yeah?”

Without fail you do as he says “now breathe out for me okay?” Just like before you do as he says, body now much less tense and head relaxing in the crook of his neck.

He gives you a couple of moments to catch your breath before he slowly raises his hips and pushes them back down again. “Oh- oh mpfh fuck!”

“Go-god- so- so good sir” he hears you cry out as his hungry hole continues to swallow your cock.

And fuck if he doesn’t agree, feels as if the breath has been punched out of him with every thrust of his hips, knees already screaming in protest but being way too addicted to the feeling of your cockhead continuously jabbing at his prostate.

“Mhp! Feels so good kid, think- ah think I can feel you here” he grunts out, hand blindly searching for your own before placing it on the slick skin of his stomach. “Feel it,”

“Ah fuck! Sir please please want to make you feel good please!” You sob into his neck, unable to do anything but take it as he bounces on your dick.

“But you are,” he says, makes sure to puncture every word with a thrust of his hips “going to make me cum just like this,” and he really means it, doesn’t need a warm palm around his dick with the way heat’s already coiling in the pit of his stomach.

“Going to cum too,” you whine out, hips now meeting his thrust which catches him off guard.

“Fuck! Just like that, keep going,” he says through gritted teeth, the fire in his abdomen growing stronger and overtaking everything in his body as you continue to slam into him.

“Think I’m gonna” you splutter out, hips stuttering.

“Yeah you gonna come inside this old man? Come on then want to feel you,” he manages to say, as the world around him starts to blur out, ears ringing loud and before he knows of it you’re cumming , a loud moan tumbling past your mouth as you clutch onto him for dear life.

It doesn’t take much before he too reaches his orgasm.

“Ah fuck!” He cries out, body quaking in your lap as hot white ropes of cum spurt onto his stomach.



For a moment there are no words exchanged as the two of you take the opportunity to catch your breath but when you finally decide to speak the first thing you say is “so how about round two?”

His eyes widen in surprise before he bursts into laughter “you’re going to kill me you know that kid?”

[ministerforpeas]

The opening for the 1992 Spitting Image Election Special

[zanephillips]

Peaky Blinders #3.05

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

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The orange guy's trying to forge a crime fam'ly like he was a Borgia A brand new indictment (plus one for incitement) Mean the Devil will go down in Georgia

[Don Stitt]