#Maile Hampton

[the-happy-man]

"But the rest of the law remained intact and it continues to be used against Black Lives Matter protesters."

On this day, 18 January 2015, socialist Black Lives Matter protester Maile Hampton was arrested in Sacramento, California for “felony lynching”, for attempting to prevent a fellow demonstrator being arrested. The term “lynching” is commonly understood to refer to extrajudicial murders – usually in reference to the thousands of Black people murdered by racist whites. But in California law the term referred to attempting to break anyone out of police custody. Widespread outrage at the application of a law supposedly introduced to protect Black people from lynching against a Black person protesting against present-day lynching led to the charge being dropped and the law later being renamed to remove the word “lynching”. But the rest of the law remained intact and it continues to be used against Black Lives Matter protesters. https://www.facebook.com/workingclasshistory/photos/a.296224173896073/2189528917898913/?type=3

[omgthatdress]

So Justin Timberlake got arrested for driving while high a few days ago......

The cop who arrested him is early 20s and straight up didn't recognize him or know who he was which honestly blows my millennial fucking mind.

BUT THEN, JT's PR tream went to the Daily Mail and planted a really obvious hit piece about how this one cop is terrorizing his community..... the Hamptons, by y'know, doing his job and issuing traffic tickets to rich assholes.

So now something absolutely fucking insane, something I NEVER in my life thought I would live to see is happening...

Twitter is siding with the cop.

Like holy shit our collective hatred for Justin Timberlake and what he did to Janet Jackson and Britney Spears is that much stronger than our collective hatred of cops. That is fucking something.

[gatheringbones]

[“By the time Mabel arrived in 1924, Bedford was no longer the site of the tortures and abuses laid bare in a March 19, 1920, New York Tribune exposé: “Bedford Cruelty Charges Against Officials Upheld.” Not so long ago, women, Black and white alike, had been tied to their cots or handcuffed to their cell bars with their feet dangling inches above the ground. Even if Bedford had reformed, I doubt it was the good time Mabel tells Joan it was. We made whiskey. We made wine . . . We had parties there. Each night you slept with a different woman if you wanted to. Me, I was havin’ a ball. Superintendent Barker saw Bedford Hills not as a center of surveillance, the panopticon of prison we know today, but as a benevolent institution of moral reform, a safe haven away from the dangers and carnal pleasures of the city that might lead any young woman astray.

After serving seven months, Mabel was paroled with a foster family in Jersey City and worked as a domestic nearby. Bedford’s hold did not end here, though. The prison was a pipeline feeding domestic labor to well-off white ladies who lived outside the pull of New York City’s whirlwind hedonism. Mabel’s foster family reported her movements to Dr. Barker, and when she strayed into the City of Pleasure, she had to return to Bedford to continue serving her sentence. Then there was yet another domestic labor parole placement before Mabel’s discharge papers arrived in October 1926. “I do not want you to feel that our interest in you ends with the mailing of these papers,” Superintendent Barker wrote. “It is always my hope that should you at any time experience difficulties, there would be no hesitation on your part in getting in touch with the Institution.”

To Bedford Hills, Mabel was always “wild and wayward,” in need of reform. Their records are concerned only with the timeline—the dates of her incarceration and release—and the irrelevant facts they were asked to collect—a description of her nose, her IQ. An administrative accumulation we are told comprises a history.

To Joan, Mabel was an “icon,” always Ms. Hampton, an address of respect never afforded in her prison records or by the wealthy white families, much better off than Joan’s, that employed her. Joan tries to pin down the order of her hero’s journey—“And what year is this, about? We always try and do the year so people know.”—but that’s not what Mabel wants us to remember. She can hardly remember it herself. The oral history is the kind of record I crave not for its attention to dates or names or accuracy but for the dialogue. Joan asks the direct questions I wish I could have posed to Mary.

Joan’s interview style was shaped by a series of 1970s oral history workshops aimed at empowering people to record queer stories. She spent hours with friends drafting “questions that we thought would elicit the kind of history we wanted. What did you call yourself in the twenties? How did you and your friends dress in the forties? What bars did you go to?” These are not the questions of a doctor intent on diagnosis, or a sociologist intent on reform. If, for instance, W. E. B. Du Bois had drifted from 1890s Philadelphia to Mabel’s doorstep while undertaking his 2,500-household survey, he simply would have asked if she was married, single, or widowed. Joan asks instead how Mabel liked to have sex, and Mabel responds with a series of gestures, lost to us now. “They can’t see your hands,” Joan says. I imagine the middle and pointer fingers of both hands spread wide like legs, meeting at the vertices, the international symbol for scissoring. Or the same V held against her mouth, tongue poking through. But I’m getting lost in my own inventions. The Mabel I have come to know would never have been so lewd.

Joan brings to the tapes an awareness of her own bias, and a reminder of my own. She knows her presence in the room, the framing of her questions alone, shapes what comes out of Mabel’s mouth. Joan was raised by a single mother, Regina, who worked as a bookkeeper, who was let out on parole after embezzling money to provide for her daughter, and who remained poor and overworked until the day she died. “I know what it was to be marginal,” Joan says into the tape recorder, evidence that she shares some of Mabel’s working-class background. “From every eviction notice that was tacked on the door, every time the men came with flashlights to reclaim the beds or the furniture.” Still, Joan was first introduced to Mabel as the family housekeeper after Regina first met the “small black Christian woman” not at the Bronx Slave Market, street corners and intersections where Black women hoped to find a day’s work cleaning the homes of the wealthy, but at a luncheonette in Bayside, Queens. When Regina couldn’t afford the help anymore, the two women became friends and would go to the racetrack together. It was to Mabel that Regina turned when she suspected her own daughter might be a lesbian. “I’m gonna kill myself. My daughter is a lesbian,” she said. “Regina,” Mabel calmly replied. “What are you talking about? So am I. So am I.”

When Joan grew up, she developed a friendship with Mabel all her own. It was a friendship marked by question and answer, call and response, Joan’s attempts to understand the lesbians who came before and Mabel’s insistence that Joan gets her story right. “Mabel, I want to ask you a question.”

You already asked me seventy eleven! How many more you gonna ask me?“]

amelia possanza, from lesbian love story: a memoir in archives, 2023

[youcalledmebabe]

hot pygmalion summer webgott if you're still doing the wip ask game 👀

I am indeed! hot Pygmalion summer webgott (aka My Fair Liebgott) is sort of a frothy tropey Pygmalion/My Fair Lady type story. Web invites Joe to spend the summer of 1948 with the Websters in the Hamptons with the aim of turning Joe into a gentleman. If Joe marries a rich girl in Web’s circle, they’ll never have to be apart. Not that Web’s in love with him or anything—he’d never fall for his creation!

Dear Joe,

I write you as a graduate of Harvard’s esteemed literature program. At last, a Bachelor of Arts—only took eight years with a little break for war! I’ve returned from a wild weekend with my roommate in Hyannis Port to celebrate our achievement. Now all that’s left to do is choose which books and which swimming trunks I want to bring to the Hamptons for the summer. As much as I love school, I can’t lie: I’m looking forward to doing absolutely nothing but swimming and reading. Sort of like Austria, but infinitely better, because Peacock is a thousand miles away and I never have to wear olive again.

Which brings me to the real purpose of this letter. My roommate’s family is sharp and funny and they reminded me of you, but nobody else is really you. It made me miss you, deeply, which I’m sure will make you shake your head at how maudlin I am, but I’m writing it anyway. I’d like to extend an invitation to come to our summer home. Stay for a weekend, stay the summer, or anything in between.

I’m enclosing the address and a voucher for a train ticket. Do not let your pride keep you from taking it. Write me back if you come or just show up. You’ve always been my favorite surprise.

Happy early birthday! I thought about mailing your present but I’d rather see your face when you get it—yet another reason to come!

Sincerely, David

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Lionel Hampton at the Band Box in the summer of 1953.

Photo: Bettmann Archive/Daily Mail

[fibula-rasa]

Lost, but Not Forgotten: Two Kinds of Women (1922)

Alternate Title: Judith of Blue Lake Ranch

Direction: Colin Campbell & George C. Bertholon (assistant)

Adapted Scenario: Winifred Dunn

Based on: Judith of Blue Lake Ranch by Jackson Gregory (novel)

Production Manager: R.J. Tobin

Camera: Dev Jennings

Editing: Pauline Frederick (editing supervisor), Colin Campbell, & Dev Jennings

Studio: Robertson-Cole (Production & Distribution)

Performers: Pauline Frederick, Tom Santschi, Charles Clary, Dave Winter, Eugene Pallette, Billy Elmer, Jack Curtis, Jim Barley, Sam Appel, Otis Harlan, Clarissa Selwynne, Jean Calhoun, Tom Bates, Lydia Yeamans Titus, Frank Clark, Bud Sterling, Elise Collins, Joseph Singleton, & Stanhope Wheatcroft (not mentioned after release, but listed during production: L.C. Shumway)

Premiere: Opened at Loew’s State Theatre on 3 February 1922; preview screenings for reviewers in NYC, 27 January

Status: presumed entirely lost

Length: 6 reels,  ~6,000 feet (a few sources say 5, most say 6)

Synopsis (synthesized from magazine summaries of the plot):

Judith Sanford (Frederick) inherits the sizable Blue Lake Ranch after the unexpected death of her father. Upon her arrival, she discovers that the ranch’s manager, Trevors (Clary), has been systematically undermining the value of the ranch. Judith confronts him, fires him, and wings him with her pistol as severance. 

The horse foreman, Bud Lee (Santschi), had suspected Trevors’ dirty dealing, but questions if he can work for a woman. Regardless of his doubts, Bud respects Judith’s goals and remains loyal to the ranch.

As there are still men working on the ranch loyal to Trevors, Judith’s employees are divided. One of Trevors’ hires, Quinnion (Curtis) rebukes Judith and suggests she can’t even ride. She challenges him to bring her a horse he thinks she can’t ride. Judith successfully rides the wild broncho and Quinnion is cowed, leaving the ranch bitterly. The incident wins Judith the respect of the men, including Bud and Carson (Pallette), the cattle foreman.

Judith’s next point of action is tracking down the staff Trevors ousted, most importantly the ranch vet, Doc Tripp (Clark). Tripp returns and uncovers that disease-infected animals have been intentionally introduced to the ranch’s stock. Judith runs Trevors’ vet, Crowdy (Appel), off the ranch.

Hampton, a city boy and one-third owner of the ranch, is unhappy when he hears of Trevors’ firing and decides to pay a visit to Blue Lake. (In reality, he’s dodging his creditors.) The visiting socialites are rankled by Judith’s cowgirl togs and no-nonsense demeanor. Alternately, the ultra ladylike Marcia (Calhoun), Hampton’s fiancee, finds a new devotee in Bud.

On the night of their arrival, Judith learns that the employee she sent to collect the payroll has been robbed. Bud races to the bank overnight to return to pay the staff the following day. As Bud is on his way back, his horse is shot out from under him, but he manages to reach the ranch just in time.

That night, Bud and Judith set out to track down the bandits and recover the stolen payroll. At a cabin in the mountains, they catch the robber after a shootout and find it’s the discharged vet, Crowdy. They agree to stay overnight to guard the injured Crowdy. To pass the time, Judith pulls a book from an unexpectedly well-stocked library in the cabin and sees that the books belong to Bud! They’re interrupted when Quinnion attacks to save Crowdy and another shootout ensues.

Fortunately, Judith’s absence from the ranch was noticed by Hampton. He has mounted up with Bud’s assistant, Tommy, and they arrive in time to save the pair and manage to capture another of Trevors’ agents, Benny (Barley). Benny is locked up, but is freed overnight, meaning there are still more of Trevors’ men lurking. Bud pledges his loyalty to Judith, but then has a romantic foray with Marcia.

Despite the hubbub, the annual Blue Lake dance is held. Carson kits out the workers in suits mail-ordered from Sears-Roebuck, which they accessorise with guns and ammo belts. Bud, it turns out, has a tailored suit of his own that he unpacks and presses for the occasion. He is bewildered when he arrives at the dance and sees a perfectly feminine Judith in a fashionable Parisian gown. Fully enamored with “the real Judith,” Bud whisks her off to the porch and kisses her.

Judith is surprised to find an urgent note from Doc Tripp awaiting her after the dance. The note explains that he has uncovered another Trevors mole and has been wounded. Judith rushes to Tripp, but is waylaid and kidnapped. She manages to remove the mask from one of her abductors and it’s Trevors himself! 

Three days pass. Hampton suddenly orders Carson to prepare 500 head of cattle to be sold at a loss. Immediately suspicious, Bud rides to the ranch house and is told that Judith left for San Francisco three days prior. Given Hampton’s fishy assumption of command, Bud and Carson tie him up while they investigate Judith’s real whereabouts. They discover the forged note and confirm with Tripp that he didn’t write it. With mistrust toward Hampton building, they place him under guard and ride to confront Trevors.

In all that time, Judith has been kept prisoner in the mountains by Quinnion. When Quinnion attacks her, Judith seizes an opportunity to escape, but quickly learns that her prison is set among perilous cliffs. Quinnion gives chase, they struggle, and he plummets to his death. Hopelessly lost and exhausted from her ordeal, Judith makes a last ditch effort for rescue by lighting a signal fire before losing consciousness.

Bud and Carson find Trevors and a wild fist fight breaks out. Bud trounces Trevors and Trevors is forced to leave town for good, but not before revealing where he’s hidden Judith. Bud rescues Judith and they all return to the ranch. After they have had time to recover from their respective tribulations, Bud and Judith reunite and embrace.

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Points of Interest:

Pauline Frederick made 55 silent feature films in her career. Of those 55 films 45-6 of the films are presumed lost or mostly lost. [One film’s status is unclear ATM.] Of the 9 known to survive, 3 are incomplete (2 are missing at least one reel and the 3rd survives in an abridged cut).  Of the surviving 9, three have had home video releases [Three Women (1924), Devil’s Island (1926), and Smouldering Fires (1925)]. Of the 6 surviving films that haven’t had home-video release, 2 have been screened publicly in the past decade [The Love the Lives (1917) and The Moment Before (1916)]. A very rough record for a big star (who didn’t spend most of their career at Fox) to only have a 16-18% survival rate.

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Winifred Dunn, prolific writer from a young age working in many genres, wrote/edited 33 silent features, 20 of which are presumed lost.

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Two Kinds of Women was part of the schedule of R-C Pictures’ releases for early 1922. This was a crucial moment in the history of the company, as it was soon after re-organized into F.B.O. The founders exited the company, but so did Pauline Frederick, Sessue Hayakawa, Tsuru Aoki, and Doris May—their biggest stars going into 1922. 

While the contemporary critical response to TKoW was generally positive and exhibitors across the US and Canada cited good ticket sales, it didn’t leave much of a legacy. At least one contemporary critic, Laurence Reid, considered the film of decent quality but ultimately forgettable. Whether TKoW would have stood the test of time or not, we can’t know. Lost or not, I’m sure the re-organization of TKoW’s distributor affected its potential for long-term popularity. There is at least one instance from after the re-org of a theatre owner receiving a faulty print of the film. So, even by 1923, it was hard to come by a decent print of TKoW.

The reason I’m confident in placing blame on R-C/F.B.O. is that, of the slate of 20 films they released in late 1921 and early 1922, 16 are currently presumed lost and only 3 appear to be completely extant:

Lost: The Lure of Jade, The Sting of the Lash, The Foolish Age, Eden and Return, Five Days to Live, The Vermillion Pencil, A Wife’s Awakening, Silent Years, The Call of Home, The Barricade,Two Kinds of Women, Boy Crazy, Salvage, The Glory of Clementina, Gay and Devilish, and At the Stage Door  Extant: Where Lights Are Low, The Swamp (would live to see this one BTW), and Beyond the Rainbow

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[anonymoushouseplantfan]

Plant!!!!

How reliable is popbitch? Look at this :

https://popbitch.com/latest-email/

>> What a shower! <<

Lipgloss v gossip

One of the weirder Royal stories of recent weeks was that Meghan and Kate’s falling out came about because of a breach of lipgloss etiquette. Maybe it did, but that feels like quite a minor incident to break up an entire monarchy over. Besides, there’s a far more compelling explanation for the frosty relations between the two.

Meghan didn’t agree with the way that Kate handled the so-called “Rural Rivalry” situation and told everyone who attended her US baby shower so – filling them in on all the ins and outs of it, explaining what she would have done differently had it been her instead.

Naturally, the gossip soon spread all over NYC and the Hamptons, before making its way back across the pond to Kate ��� who was furious to find out she’d been such a hot topic of conversation at the party.

The problem here continues being: is the rumour true or false? 😅

Oh wow. PopBitch was one of the few outlets covering Harry’s drugs use (he supposedly got cocaine from his trainer and he said “hi granny” when using a pound bill to snort the stuff), and they reported the freebies in June 2018 when everyone still thought Meghan was a saint, so they are kind of reliable.

However, they get little details like names and titles wrong sometimes. Your call as to whether you believe it or not.

But the interesting part here is that the “rural rivalry” wasn’t public until AFTER Meg’s shower, I think. The articles came out in mid to late March.

Edit: Here’s the Dan Wootton article (he’s the show biz reporter who got the Megxit scoop supposedly from Meghan’s camp). There supposedly was a print mention in the Daily Mail a few days before, but I never saw it. Anyway, the earliest that puts it is Mid-March, several weeks after Meg’s baby shower. Totally open to corrections on this one.

And Meghan’s baby shower was February 19th. If the Popbitch blind is correct what they are saying is that the source of the Rose rumors was…Meghan. Way to hide the lead, Popbitch.

[allthebestcowboyshavedaddyissues]

Favorite Seinfeld episodes?

anything past season one (jk.....no but really....)

ALL TIME FAVORITES—IN SEASONAL ORDER:

2.08 The Heart Attack

2.11 The Chinese Restaurant

3.03 The Pen

3.06 The Parking Garage

3.07 The Cafe

3.15 The Suicide ★

3.18 The Limo

3.22 The Keys

4.01-2 The Trip ★

4.04 The Ticket

4.07 The Bubble Boy ★

4.08 The Cheever Letters

4.09 The Opera

4.13 The Pick

4.15 The Visa ★

4.17 The Outing

4.18 The Old Man ★

4.20 The Junior Mint ★

4.23 The Pilot

As you can see season four is dearly loved by me LMFAO

5.03 The Glasses

5.04 The Sniffing Accountant

5.05 The Bris

5.11 The Conversion

5.13 The Dinner Party ★

5.14 The Marine Biologist

5.20 The Fire ★

5.21 The Hamptons

5.22 The Opposite

6.01 The Chaperone

6.02 The Big Salad

6.03 The Pledge Drive

6.07 The Soup

6.18 The Jimmy

6.22 The Face Painter ★

Season 7 episodes 1-7 all FAVORITES

7.11 The Rye ★

7.12 The Caddy

7.14 The Cadillac ★

Season 7 episodes 19-22 bbbbbbangers

8.01 The Foundation

8.03 The Bizarro Jerry

8.04 The Little Kicks ★

8.05 The Package ★

Season 8 episodes 7-11 kill me

8.14 The Van Buren Boys

8.16 The Pothole

8.19 The Yada Yada ★

8.21 The Muffin Tops

8.22 The Summer of George

9.03 The Serenity Now★

9.05 The Junk Mail

9.10 The Strike

Season 9 episodes 11-20 PHENOMENAL 💖

9.22 The Finale IS OUTSTANDING DON'T LET ANYONE SAY DIFFERENT! #LOCKTHEMUP

sorry i went crazy anon.

[lightsiided]

“You’re the best friend I could’ve asked for.” ah!!!!!!!!

* fluffy / reassuring starters | accepting

     she pauses long enough that her ice cream begins to melt beneath the sun. vanilla soft serve drips onto her fingers, and then rey blinks, ducking down to lick what's left of her cone back into shape. she can feel her face burn from the compliment; for a moment, she isn't sure what to SAY.

rey never knows how honest she should be with him. thor is always so easy to talk to -- so easy that she finds herself biting the inside of her cheek to stop from telling him her every thought. she knows he doesn't want to hear how much she likes him, how she looks forward to every summer because of him, how she checks the mail obsessively for his letters during the off season.

she knew what she was getting herself into when they started this. or at least, she thought she did. the TRUTH is that these summers have meant so much to her -- more than she knows how to begin to convey.

thor hasn't just been romantic and thoughtful and beautiful, someone who warms her bed for three months out of the year. he has been supportive, KIND. a listening ear, a cheerleader when she most needed one.

just thinking about all the ways he has uplifted her since they first met makes her throat tight. it seems like too much, thinking he feels equally about her. she isn't sure she believes he values her friendship as much as he does. rey ducks her head, letting her hair fall in front of her face. maybe he hasn't noticed how RED she is.

"i feel the same way," she admits shyly, after a moment. "you're, like -- well, you always know exactly what to say. and you've been so encouraging with my writing, and... everything. i honestly don't think i would have stayed here without you." luke's house and all the MEMORIES it holds aside, there's no denying that thor is what keeps her in the hamptons. their summers together are the most cherished part of her year.

rey sneaks a glance up at him, then, trying to gauge the look on his face. has she said too much? lately she's never sure where the line is. thor seems to be pushing beyond the boundaries of their casual summer hookup, stretching them further and further.

could it be at all possible that they both want the SAME THING?

"i just hope you know how much i appreciate your... openness. you're such a great listener, and i feel so comfortable talking to you." if thor really does hold her friendship in such high regard, perhaps he feels the same way about her. rey stares hard at her ice cream. "i just feel really lucky to get to have these few months with you. and to be your friend. and for EVERYTHING ELSE. it means a lot to me."

no matter what happens next, these are memories she will cherish forever. though she can't help but to hope what happens next will be something more.

@othunderous

[simmie-stories]

Gen 4. Ariel #69 Mauricius & Castle

Eric is officially in the household! He's a clumsy genius, but he's quite the romantic as well. He's working on both the the Soulmate and Academic aspirations. Eric has already completed his first term of university.

Ariel has gained a few more traits and is working on the Royal Family Member aspiration (by KiaraSims4).

Max is already an Elder dog by now...

King Adrien is snobby bro, the King of Sulani. He's working on the Royal Family Monarch aspiration, in search of his own royal match.

Sir Grimsby is the Royal Secretary, but also a second guardian of Eric, as Eric and Adrien's parents both died when they were young. His aspiration is Neighborhood Confidante.

The first thing Ariel did in her new home was check her mail... she got the buried treasure plaque!

After she sorted through all her treasures, she finally completed her Curator Aspiration! 🎉

The Castle:

Awesome "Prince Eric's Castle" build by EA ID billyhinman. I redecorated the whole thing with a ton of cc and modified the layout a tiny bit.

Top Floor:

Ariel & Eric's bedroom and bathroom.

King Adrien's Room (where Eric likes to study and tinker, because... he's the main character here).

Main Floor

Main Kitchen

Living Room

Ground Floor

Throne Room

Servant's Quarters

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Alas, she was bored of Sulani already, and ready for the honeymoon.

This is a frustrating place to live because it's on the water so they keep switching into swimwear.... we'll see how long we last here.

So much cc from my usual fav creators listed before, so I didn't link each individual one, sorry. @awingedllama Nostalgic Living and Boho living | @charlypancakes Lighthouse Collection | @felixandresims Chateau (2, 5-7), Colonial 2, Fairylicious, Paris 3, Florence 3 | @harrie-cc Heritage 1 and 2, Coastal 3 and 4, Country 1 | House of Harlix Baysic, The Kichen, Tiny Twavellers | Max20 Cozy Backyard | @myshunosun Daria, Gale dining, Herbalist Kitchen | @peacemaker-ic Hamptons Getaway, Hamptons Hideaway, Hinterlands Living, Hudson Bathroom, Lennox Kitchen, Oasis Chic Living, Vintage Glamour Addons | @pierisim Precious Promises, David, Domaine Du Clos, Oak House 2, Woodland Ranch 3 | @regalsims Royal Crystal Chandelier Neoclassical Living Room Chandelier | @imfromsixam Artz living, home basics, Kessler, Living Room for a Cozy family, Lux Bath, Small Spaces Laundry Room, Boho Bathroom, Boho Bedroom | @thecluttercat Mellow Moods, Hello Horses, Petits Pirates, Sunny Sunday Part II | @mlyssimblr Hanging World Map | @sp-creates Expanded Mermaids objects | Pufferhead. Thankful to @twistedmexi for the build cc report function in Better Build Buy...

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[thedolldoctor]

Teddy antique inspired prototype:

I started by researching teddy bears of the early 1900s to the 30s, taking note of color and materials to add accuracy. I purchased real mohair from a bear making site, along with wool felt, glass eyes, properly sized joints (I ended up buying dead stock vintage joints, since they do not make the size needed in modern equivalents) and a reproduction tip growler. (This is for fun, since I wanted him to make a noise)

I purchased a reproduction mohair bear pattern from Etsy, and taped it together. The pattern (Caldwell by Hampton bears) was created for use with mohair and makes a bear 26” when finished. I traced the pattern on to the back of the mohair, being careful to flip the pattern when needed to end up with two pieces which end up with the fur on the inside.

I then cut out the pieces with scissors. Normally cutting fur fabric recommends a craft knife to avoid cutting the fur on the other side, but since I am legally blind and don’t have very good fine motor control, scissors were the safer option. (Please if you are going with a knife or box cutter, be careful not to injure yourself! I have on several occasions accidentally whacked myself with only scissors and scratched my glasses)

The pieces cut out

I then followed the pattern and assembled the pieces, leaving the tops of the limbs and a space in the stomach open for jointing and stuffing. (Do not switch the opening to the back like on modern stuffed animals!) The hole is in the stomach to replicate antique bears! The paw pads are all two layers, as one layer is too thin and makes warping happen when the fabric is turned, as turning thicker fabrics requires more force.

The sewn pieces. This is as far as I go until the rest of my supplies come in the mail. Stay tuned for part 2!

[lonestarbattleship]

Battleship Squadron Leaves For Mexico, 1914

A newspaper photograph of Atlantic Fleet battleships deploying from Hampton Roads to Mexico, April 15, 1914. It should be noted that the newspaper's caption have the wrong ship names.

"One hundred years ago yesterday, acting on instructions from President Woodrow Wilson, Secretary of the Navy Josephus Daniels ordered the Hampton Roads-based ships of the Atlantic Fleet to mobilize and head to the east coast of Mexico. The first squadron to deploy included the new battleships USS Arkansas (BB-33), USS Utah (BB-31), and Florida (BB-30); the older battleships USS New Jersey (BB-16) and USS New Hampshire (BB-25); and the dispatch boat/armed yacht USS Yankton. Daniels had specifically ordered the squadron to Tampico and Vera Cruz. Daniels deployed the squadron of heavy ships to reinforce a smaller squadron already on the scene.

The deployment of American battleships came from a culmination of a series of international incidents. A few days before, Mexican authorities had arrested several American sailors in Tampico, and later a Marine who got lost while trying to deliver official mail. These arrests occurred during the latest civil war in Mexico. There was also an American belief that European powers were attempting to intervene in the war. Thus, tensions between Mexico and the United States were high.

Mexican authorities agreed to release the American servicemen, but some senior U.S. Naval officers, and later President Wilson himself, beleived American honor had been insulted. They demanded official apology and a 21-gun salute to the American flag by the Mexican government. When the Mexican reply to the American demands was not forthcoming quickly enough, Wilson put the Navy's ships on alert.

While Assistant Secretary of the Navy Franklin Roosevelt commented to the press that the Navy was prepared for anything, there is evidence that the mobilization order caught the Atlantic Fleet somewhat off guard. Several of the ships were not prepared for an extended deployment. New Hampshire's sailors, for example, worked through the night and early morning of April 15 loading 1,600 tons of coal on board. The Navy quickly called up all sailors stationed at St. Helena Naval Training Station and on board the local receiving ships Franklin and Richmond, regardless of rate, sea experience, or enlistment status, to fill in personnel gaps. Many other ships in the Atlantic Fleet were not ready, including the battleships Texas (BB-35) and Delaware (BB-28) and several repair vessels and coal colliers.

Even though the initial operation was only a partial mobilization of the Atlantic Fleet, the five battleships' deployment raised American jingoism to a fever pitch. Most Americans fully supported the deployment and even offered to help in their own special way. The Governor of Texas, for example, offered to invade Mexico on behalf of the United States. The President politely declined."

Article by the Hampton Roads Naval Museum: link

[gatheringbones]

[“Once, Joan took up the microphone for a solo performance that fills up an entire B side. She was sick. Her head hurt too much to write. Doctors couldn’t diagnose her. She worried she was coming to the end of her life and wanted to leave a final message. “I want to tell tales of a lesbian life,” she says, her voice high and self-conscious where Mabel’s is deep and restless. “I want to talk about the wonderful women I’ve known, and I want to talk about what it’s meant to be a lesbian and how it was at the core of all I think that was best in me.”

When Joan sat down to record this tape, she had already begun to collect tales of the wonderful women and lesbians she had known. In 1974, she cofounded the Lesbian Herstory Archives with Mabel Hampton and two other women dedicated to preserving lesbian culture before it disappeared. A year later, the budding collection of letters, magazines, cassettes, photographs, and books took up residence at Joan’s Upper West Side apartment, where it would continue to grow for the next fifteen years, until the organization raised enough money to purchase a permanent home, a brownstone in Park Slope. Mabel was a fixture at the archives, regaling volunteers with stories of the Harlem Renaissance as they opened the mail.

Joan lived. She went on to record dozens more interviews with Mabel for the archive. Their relationship marked a fundamental shift in how lesbian history was set down and passed along. Until Joan and Mabel, the amateur sexologists who edited Mary Casal’s memoir, the police who arrested women in male garb and the courts who put them on trial, and the newspaper editors who reduced their stories to lurid headlines filtered lesbian stories through the gaze of authority.

Sheer accident preserved much of what we know, what I can know, about the lesbians who lived at the turn of the century. Their personal letters and pages of poetry left a record so riddled with holes it leaves room to either imagine lesbian stories or discount them entirely. “]

amelia possanza, from lesbian love story: a memoir in archives, 2023

[ventrue-in-control]

~show drabble~

The show itself was held in a big open hall of the Hampton court. But the areas around it were decorated much the same. Glass-stained windows, deer heads and old tapestry artwork pieces. This was contrasted with the modern lights up in ceiling shining upon the guests. The red carpet outside was filled with people trying to showcase their own outfit for the paparazzi. The flashlights may as well have been none stop.

To Jackie though, that was of no importance now. He had people walking the catering and he would be certain he would get to have a chat with everyone after the show. He had folk who would help his friends who had never been to this kind of shows even had some to specifically escort Henry so he could avoid the millions of cameras. It didn’t seem like something he would enjoy no. Jackie hoped he would enjoy the rest though. And lord knew he prayed that henny wouldn’t sniff him out like the shark she was. Evil witch. none of that was something he could do something about now though. Show was about to start and he had to walk past all the models to make sure all was exactly as it had to be. Thank fuck for taran being around he knew he understood the importance of all this and since Jackie hired new and less experienced models it was good to have an old bag to keep everyone in line. He made a mental note to make taran a little plushie as a thank you for being a huge help.

When the lights and music started to dim though Jackie had to stop fretting over every little stitch. Not as if things weren’t perfect. He was genuinely proud of this collection. Maybe more so than other times. This collection was straight from the heart. Specifically made for henry… a goodbye, a love letters a welcome? Jackie wasn’t quite sure the concept had been many things gone through many stages and even more changes. Not knowing exactly what things were was fitting however so it didn’t really matter. Sometimes words just couldn’t translate what art meant.

Once all the lights were shut off the ones above the runway started to light up one by one while a slight fog of smoke was created. The music started to play the songs Jackie had picked. A combination of tradional Welsh folk mixed with the more modern runway ambience and beats. An odd mix that when he was looking for artists to create it most declined. But where there is a will there is a way.

The first couple of outfits were certainly odd. Following a modern take on what a knight aesthetic may look like. Rough and sturdy looking hoodies recreating the general shape of various pieces of armour. Bulky shoulders and interesting hoods that could function as fabric versions of helmets. Bags in the shape of shields. Belts with wooden swords as accessories. Mail chain chest pieces. Rings that recreated the finger pieces of armoured gloves. Jackie had to outsource a lot for the more metal bits and pieces. It was not his forte. Sewing the hoodies alone had been an awful experience. But the gays were gonna love it so it was worth it.

The next set that came up was more casual. Certainly, where a lot of the inspiration from the ready to wear came from. Dark sweaters with even darker coats and jackets. Long dark pants tucked into sturdy leather boots with the iron tips. Some of the sweaters were knitted with holes that were filled with thread showing the Kevlar jackets underneath them. Some of the models wore bucket hats that would cloak most of their face in the shades. There were people walking with padded leather pants and motorcycle gloves. Big sturdy bags hanging from one shoulder with patches that were seemingly falling off and more pockets one could dream of. Models walked with watches that were modified into compasses and rosaries.

The last set was the most futuristic. Heavily leaning into techwear. Lots of belts and chest pieces some even carrying fake wooden weapons in them. High collars and vizors to protect them. Scarfs with pins made of bones. Headscarf in beautiful deep blood red and black. Some had canes that drew into swords. Fake shotguns carried on their back. There were even some battle dresses as Jackie had decided to call them. At the end of it all. The lights went off and the music turned into softer ambiance as Jackie walked upon the stage holding a piece of paper right into the spotlight.

Walking past all the familiar faces… his friends and enemies. But mainly he was looking for henry. As soon as he managed to lock eyes his smile softened ever so slightly into something genuine. Quickly looking away again as he could not afford to cry on sta- wait why was Nero sitting behind him. that motherfu-

But there was no time to get upset. He had a speech to give. A small one. He had promised to himself to not have any long ass speeches no more. “I want to thank you all for coming to the SALMON 23 unisex couture spring collection! This collection was made with a good friend of mine in mind. To showcase my appreciation for him and to showcase that he is seen. That he would never be forgotten and that he has always been a muse even if he may not realize it. I hope for anyone who may choose to wear anything from the collection that they may feel empowered and safe. That they may feel like these clothes would last for forever. That they can count on these garments as much as I can count on my friend. That is all. And once more. Thank you all for everything.” and with he turned away. walking past henry once more as he smiled and worded something lost into the darkness. he would meet up with him later. first off he needed to shake off the nerves as he felt like he was gonna scream if he didnt real fast got to sit down.

[underthecitysky]

At the Sirius Ed Sheeran event in the Hamptons last night, 8/14/23. I spot Arthur in the last pic.

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[scentedchildnacho]

They wanted me to try gateway church for housing or showers so I said I'm sorry but we are going to equitize women's rights you can't have anyone under this type of conflict touch you or your things it's like a nuclear bomb and your shampoo is yours and it has to be mailed to you without interference from anyone but the post office....and anti trust has to start for you live your historical convictions though...

That church gateway is the creepy klan neo Nazi place where they watch elderly people die....and fly in felons from all over for the nra....

Hospice is so you can live though you can live though still foster the people for me though live live....

I was explaining to David homelessness is a very cruel conscription some vets won't live and somebody has to care for their families and walled communities could hire people for full tactical gear and ranch communities for me to get this creepy nude clown riot away from my life....

Well who will give bama their secret needs to live with all these nasty cap religion prevention states around them

I've thought about my selfishness and who I actually am and I don't understand jobs say you have this medication that could help people not commit crime or you have this agricultural method that could help an impoverished issue not die of restraints can you really understand the personality that's like no you can't have it I need a daddy to pay my rent?

Say you could administer a morphine about a vet kids temper tantrums that could ruin its life or they would put it in a vaccine hell that would kill it of comatose hatred would you still illegalize opiates for cap prevention Jim crow don't touch my water fountain states...

Naps I love naps....

Cops love horses and mid level incomes....wealth or poverty doesn't bother them anymore

Walled community and sustainable living for poor populations that need development through armed services.....

I was having panic attacks and car light shooting aquired ms nystagmus before all this depressing emotional social conversation and I apologized for talking too much....

I cried to Andrea confessing I found the Walgreens lady that touched my 🆔 some scary pill vet wife that was just going to sign me up to die of queer shelters.....

I don't ever want people I don't know touching my information ever no gross mental

No one can go to shelter unless it's okay I've had cig queers explained to me I won't act or lash out

My uncle molested me and I now have an auto immune disease...I lack aquired immunity and images of strength and I don't want to wear a bathe ing suit and go to the pool....

Well uncle needs Canadian hunting vacation so I apparently can die of lack of economic development for Fred Hampton ...kill stuff for uncle

Well they were blonds everywhere together and they know better then to leave their dark partners and it looked like uncles creepy technocrat hells angels blond clown party so I felt like lashing out and some people need to connect to my feminine or they could feel like crotch itch from waitress or waitress gave us a wet pants rape

Rape oh God the butt love impaction expected by tooty fruity down town Las Cruces poop hole vomitorium

I guess I don't like rape ists....don't just don't rape God and stuff for all

I told them I am really ready to go to California and enjoy traveling again.....

Life was so much better when I finally ran away from rape ville Gainesville and Lakeland in Florida and could go search out better business....

This is all I have come to expect from mid population college towns is a condemned restrained a cruel poverty while youth whore does nothing for anybody or anyone then show it's body luxury privilege and then gets threatened with finally burn the witch

Vermin...their vermin and show it off

Love their heels and pesticide direct sacral chord pathway damage to the vermis

The seed of this had a white light that burned off all of it's sheath also....

The lawn....it was suppose to be my job David....so the creepy dark lord came around to attack people with slash and cut and dust storm people into being a hospie or a cop...I should to them have to get guns so the Africans dont have to buffalo soldier

They do have a creepy fixation with me if I don't run away in horror of their monstrosity they keep trying to kill stuff and hurt themselves with illegal blowers

All ladies are a bitch if you don't run away in horror of their monster they kill themselves publicly like idiots as grown men

Well it tried to attack the kids for lawn games....electric slashing and pesticides don't kill bugs it starves them into weirder and more disgusting fire bites

Ya know how bees show they enjoy their penetrative stinger on strange alien metal objects

It's already a native species and things don't grow above naturally and just go away because of not enough water but we all needed a rape to it

Do don't do....that judgement no I'm on miracles I'm okay don't care don't judge don't