#Monroe Wheeler

[mrmousetolliver]

Glenway Wescott and Monroe Wheeler met in 1919 and were together until Westcotts death in 1987, a total of sixty-eight years. Although their relationship was not physically monogamous, the two men thought of themselves as married and never waivered from their commitment to each other.

[desimonewayland]

Georges Platt Lynes (1907-1955)

Monroe Wheeler, circa 1940s

Bonhams

[outpost51]

Blursday!!!!

Your characters are watching a movie.

Who would:

Yell at the screen

Give everyone behind the scenes facts that they didn’t ask for

Be on their phone/doing something else

Cry

Fall asleep during a pivotal scene

Provide snacks

~tabswrites

BLURSDAYYYYYYY

Moira’s yelling at the screen, they can’t take her to theaters anymore. Listen, it’s not her fault the dipshit in the movie decided to run upstairs instead of out the open front door when she was being chased by the slasher. If she yells loud enough, maybe it’ll break the fourth wall.

Rosie and Faith are tag-teaming trivia facts. They know entirely too much about true crime for two homeschooled girls whose dad is a deacon.

Bonnie’s on her phone, she has dirt to dig up on the dude they were sitting behind in the diner earlier — he’s definitely cheating on his girlfriend, and she’s about to ruin his life. Devious. We stan.

Dillon pretends she’s a hardass but she is ABSOLUTELY crying. She’s crying because the mom died, because the love interest made a heartfelt confession, because Shaggy and Scooby were reunited—

— and she definitely passes out halfway through. Crying is hard work, she was probably up late because of the overgrown bat living in her house, and said overgrown bat, making up for it by being her pillow, is so very warm and comfy.

Zadimus provides snacks. :) He’s got a LOT of pizza points saved up.

[murkyhazed]

tv tags p5

[jimsmovieworld]

ALL ABOUT EVE- 1950 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Theatre star Margot Channing (Bette Davis) is an aging star struggling to come to terms with being in the late stages of her career.

She is introduced to Eve Harrington, (Anne Baxter) an unassuming fan who watches her every performance and idolises her. Margot hires Eve as a personal assistant, unaware of secret her ambitions to become a star....

Classic movie. Brilliant writing and acting. Won 6 academy awards.

Directed by Joseph L Mankiewicz.

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

part 8 of idk how many

[louisianacar]

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[newloverofbeauty]

Monroe Wheeler and George Platt Lynes. (1940s)

[thinkingimages]

Marina Abramović. Spirit Cooking. 1996

Portfolio of eight etchings (four with aquatint and one with gold leaf) and four aquatints with chine collé; and 25 letterpress prints, plate: see child records; sheet (each): 12 3/8 x 10 15/16" (31.5 x 27.8 cm). Monroe Wheeler Fund. © 2018 Marina Abramovic / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York / VG Bild-Kunst, Bonn

[thesobsister]

"George Tooker, Jared French and Monroe Wheeler, Provincetown," (c. 1947)

And on that Paul Cadmus tip, here's a photo taken as part of the PaJaMa creative entity that comprised artists PAul Cadmus, JAred French and MArgaret French.

Paul and Jared were lovers, and Jared was married to Margaret, who was chill about that arrangement.

[pringleshortbread]

I Have Died Before, I Can Die Again

Prologue

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (18+) Summary: A car accident leaves you with amnesia and forced recruitment into the CIA. A new assignment places you into the BAU. Content Warnings: Car Accident, Amnesia, Hospitalisation, abduction, forced labor

The rain fell on my windscreen like hundreds of little bullet casings and thunder rumbled in the distance. I had turned down the radio until it was a low murmur as I sat at a 4 way intersection, waiting for the traffic light to turn green. The scene before me felt like a dream, or maybe a nightmare, as there were no cars in either direction, except for one black car behind me with tinted windows and an 18 wheeler to my right.  After an eternity, the light flicked to green and I put my car into drive. I heard the blare of the horn from the car behind me, I glanced into the rear view mirror to see what this prick’s deal is, when I felt the 18 wheeler slam into my car. And the world faded into black.

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When I tried to open my eyes; the world was bleary and the noise was so far away. My head felt wet from my scalp all the way down to my neck and the collar of my shirt. I saw several figures crowding my crushed car, but I could not make out their faces or their clothes. I opened my mouth to talk when a dark mist fell across my eyes and I was pulled back into nothing.

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I opened my eyes to bright white. I was laying on my back, there was beeping from a heart machine nearby. The wetness from the side of my head was gone but instead I felt the dried, crusty residue in the corner of my eye and my mouth. I could feel that my clothes were also gone, instead placed by a thin papery gown. I tried to speak or even raise my arms, but my arms felt like concrete and my voice was lost in my throat. Two shapes appeared in the vision, obscuring the large light directly above me, their distant voices shushing me, I couldn’t understand what they were saying. As my vision cleared, I recognised the surgical uniform. My brain slowly processed their words, the people above me said, “You were in an accident, just let the pain medication do its job. We need to place you under anesthetic as we work to tackle the internal bleeding. Please do not struggle. You will hurt yourself further.” I slipped back into unconsciousness. 

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When I awoke again, I was in a sterile, white room. The heart monitor next to me beeped in rhythm and my entire body felt weighed down. I blinked to clear the blurriness from my eyes. I recognised a hospital room. There were no windows in this room. Just a door. An oxygen mask covered my face. I tried to recall what happened. I could not. I remember looking up to the faces of the surgeons on the operating table but I could not remember anymore. What did they say? I was in an accident? Why could I not remember the accident? I heard the heart monitor spike as my panic set in. What happened to me? Where was I? WHO was I?

The door to the room opened and in walked a man I didn’t recognise. He wore a beige suit, a plain white shirt and a brown tie. He was bald with a round face and an overweight build. “Hello there. I am Mr. Monroe.” He announced as he closed the door. He had no identifiable accent. 

I groggily dragged my hand up the scratchy hospital blanket placed on me to pull off the mask. “Where am I? Who am I?” My voice broke and I truly felt how dry my mouth was.

“Ah.” He said, plainly. “The doctors told me you might have some amnesia. Brain injury, you see, from your little accident. Nasty business that was. We lost you for a moment on the table, but luck was on my side and you pulled through.” He smiled, his eyes creased. 

I waited, hoping he would tell me who I am. And he both did and didn’t. “As for the question of who you are is unimportant right now. You may get your memory, you might not. But from now on, you are my little protégé. I will come to collect you once you are well enough to be discharged. I shall explain more then.” He limped back to the door and pulled it open. “Oh, and welcome to the CIA.”

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True to his word, Mr. Monroe came to collect me as I was discharged. The accident left me with 4 broken ribs, fractures in both my legs, and a fractured vertebrae. Oh, and a brain injury, of course. The only memory I was able to recall again was the accident and it was the only one I didn’t want. I could remember nothing before that time.  I laid in the hospital for several weeks, trying my best to remember but it was like staring at the blank white walls that surrounded me. Nothing. I was given physical therapy so I could walk again. A metal plate was also placed in my legs. 

I was hoping during the weeks while I was laid in that hospital bed that someone would tell me my name but no one did. Anytime I tried to ask I was told the same thing, “You will remember it one day.” I was my own John Doe. Mr. Monroe brought a travel bag for clothes for me. I opened the bag in the room I had been laying in for the past several weeks, eager to leave before I went mad, and inside was a plain white shirt and loose gray sweatpants, white socks, white underwear, plain white sneakers. No name brands. No brands at all. All the tags and labels had been removed. I followed Mr. Monroe to a car parked inside an underground parking lot. It was an all black car, with black tinted windows. I stopped walking at the sight of it. It looked a lot like the car that was behind me at the accident. Mr. Monroe took notice of me stopping and turned around. “What’s the matter, kid? You look like you have seen a ghost.” He stepped closer to me, as two, tall men in black suits, black ties, white shirts and black aviators, stepped out of the driver and passenger seats. They both stood stoic, arms by their sides. 

“I-” I stuttered “What about my family and friends? Wouldn’t they be worried about me? I’ve been gone for weeks.” I tried to reason, I had no ideas if I even had any friends or family.

Mr. Monroe’s face pulled into a blank slate but his eyes showed a silent command that I was to silence myself. “We are your family.” He said calmly as he brought down his onto my shoulder hard, which triggered a sudden pain from my fractured ribs. I groaned and doubled over, clutching my sides. “And as your family, you will join us in the car to discuss your service and your training.”

Panic bubbled into my throat as I slowly nodded. Accepting my fate, I walked with Mr. Monroe digging his fingers into my shoulder as he guided me to the car, that the driver opened for me and I was pushed onto the seat as the man in black opened the door for Mr. Monroe to sit next to me. The car pulled out of the parking space and drove away.

[deadpresidents]

If Walz wins he'll be the third vp in 50 years from MN. If VA is the cradle of presidents what is the cradle of vps??

Virginia is barely holding on to the title of "Cradle of the Presidents". There have been eight Presidents born in Virginia (Washington; Jefferson; Madison; Monroe; W.H. Harrison; Tyler; Taylor; and Wilson), and seven Presidents born in Ohio, all of whom served in the White House in the 52 years before the 1868 and 1920 elections (Grant; Hayes; Garfield; B. Harrison; McKinley; Taft; and Harding).

As for Vice Presidents, New York is, by far, the "Cradle of the Vice Presidents". Eight Vice Presidents were born in New York (G. Clinton; Tompkins; Van Buren; Fillmore; Colfax. Wheeler; T. Roosevelt; and Sherman). And New York was the official state of residency for eleven Vice Presidents (Burr; G. Clinton; Tompkins; Van Buren; Fillmore; Wheeler; Arthur; Morton; T. Roosevelt; Sherman; and Rockefeller).

Here's a quick look at the state of birth for each of our Vice Presidents, as well as the state they represented (which was their official state of residency at the time of their election):

[loonashifter]

list of my drs !! based on this post by @ogprettyprincess

music

loona ; (1) ivy yeoreum monroe. 11112002. s/o: suhyeon (billlie). trope: friends -> lovers. lead vocalist. sub rapper. fotg. subunit: copycat (w yeojin). nation's little sister. former twice member. (2) mimi minseo monroe. 09092000. s/o: hyeju (loona). trope: black cat golden retriever. lead dancer. main vocalist. subunit: none. korea's ballet princess.

stray kids ; ivy yeoreum bahng. 16052000. s/o: hyunjin (skz), changbin (skz). trope: friends -> lovers -> secret relationship. danceracha's leader. 3racha's honorary 4th member. channie's baby sister.

little mix ; eimear byrne. 16051994. s/o: niall horan (ex), partynextdoor (ex), victoria monet (ex..?), suga (ex?). femme fatale of the music industry. little mix's main songwriter. jesy nelson's biggest hater. solo music released: hit me hard and soft (billie eilish), b2b + sympathy is a knife (charli xcx), supersonic (fromis9).

taylor swift ; taylor swift. 13101989. s/o: taylor's exes (minus matty healy), irl bf (in this reality he's an nfl player). trope: destined to meet. the greatest musician there's ever been. america's sweetheart since 2008. basically where i release taylor swift's music except im a nicer person + im loved by everyone.

tv + movies

ever after high ; (1) bianca whiteford. s/o: none. destiny: the white queen - alice in wonderland (familial destiny) / odette - swan lake (post-legacy day destiny change). bunny's cousin. wonderland's swan princess. (2) eleanor gale. s/o: sierra crow. trope: childhood friends to lovers. destiny: dorothy - the wizard of oz.

spider-verse ; maura jayde (mj) watson. spiderglitch. s/o: miles morales. trope: soulmates. glitch (sudden, barely under my control interdimensional and space travel) powers as well as spider powers. earth 1111's friendly neighbourhood spider. home time period: early 2000s. bit by a futuristic spider at midnight on y2k. real life jennifer check + gretchen weiners.

teen titans ; stella, heir to the throne of the star kingdom. supernova. s/o: titans polycule. energy + light powers. crashed out of the sky into titans tower and right into victor stone's heart. vic's sweet girl. kory's pookie. future mrs dick grayson. the fluffy bunny to raven and gar's black cat golden retriever.

tangled ; rapunzel. secret heir to the throne of corona who has been locked in a tower for 17 years. s/o: irl bf (in this reality his name is flynn rider and he's on the run from the law). trope: the plot of tangled idk.

other

f1 ; aoibh byrne. 14022003. s/o: my irl bf (in this reality he's an ireland + leinster rugby player). trope: friends -> distance -> reunited -> lovers. 2019 rookie. paddock's little sister. the best irish driver there's ever been. the youngest ever gp winner and world champion. musician on the side (its more of a hobby for me).

wrestling ; sirena o'leary. 16051996. s/o: wheeler yuta. trope: strangers -> friends -> friends with benefits -> lovers, she falls first he falls harder. ring name: rena (wwe), sirene (aew). the killer horsewoman. the bcc's first female member. wwe and aew's first grand slam women's champion. gimmick: assassin / femme fatale / dark goddess.

american high school ; kenzie cunningham. 16052008. s/o: irl bf (he's the captain of the football team in this reality). trope: two halves of a whole, mutual pining. smartest, sweetest, most popular girl in school. the girl everyone aspires to be.

2000s teenager ; [in progress]

[hitchell-mope]

Middle names

Michael Edward Wheeler. After Ted.

Jane Theresa Joyce Hopper. She got to choose her middle names. When Joyce found out she got Eggo’s for every meal for a month. She’s still not sick of them.

Lucas Davis Sinclair. His father is a fan of Sammy Davis Senior.

Maxine Geraldine Mayfield. After her biological father Gerald

Dustin Carl Robert Henderson. Claudia’s a fan of the Reiner’s

Suzanne Mary Bingham. After Jesus’s mother. Not Magdalene.

William Vincent Byers. Lonnie chose Jonathan’s middle name. So Joyce insisted on choosing Will’s middle name. And Joyce likes Starry Night

Jonathan Lawrence Byers. After Lonnie.

Nancy Karen Wheeler. After Karen. The Wheeler parents are really imaginative aren’t they(?)

Joycelyn Edna Byers. After her mother.

James Montague Hopper. Rome and Juliet was his mother’s favourite play.

Argyle. He’ll never tell. BUT. He has told Jonathan that “Argyle” is a nickname made up out of his initials.

Steven John Paul George Ringo Harrington. His mother is a MASSIVE Beatles fan.

Robin Marilyn Buckley. Her mother is a fan of Marilyn Monroe.

[byneddiedingo]

Marilyn Monroe in Niagara (Henry Hathaway, 1953)

Cast: Marilyn Monroe, Joseph Cotten, Jean Peters, Max Showalter, Denis O'Dea, Richard Allan, Don Wilson, Lurene Tuttle, Russell Collins, Will Wright. Screenplay: Charles Brackett, Walter Reisch, Richard L. Breen. Cinematography: Joseph MacDonald. Art direction: Maurice Ransford, Lyle R. Wheeler. Film editing: Barbara McLean. Music: Sol Kaplan.

Niagara was one of three movies starring Marilyn Monroe that were released in 1953. The other two, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (Howard Hawks) and How to Marry a Millionaire (Jean Negulesco), were hits, confirming that Monroe was a peerless comic actress. But Niagara wanted her to be a film noir siren. She had done earlier turns in legitimate film noir, a small role in The Asphalt Jungle (John Huston, 1950), larger ones in Clash by Night (Fritz Lang, 1952) and Don't Bother to Knock (Roy Ward Baker, 1952), so this time 20th Century-Fox decided to go all out in exploiting her as a femme fatale. There are many things wrong with Niagara, one thing being that it can't quite decide whether it's a noir thriller or a Technicolor travelogue about the eponymous falls and their various tourist attractions. But what's most wrong about it is its misuse of Monroe, who is not even the real lead character in the film: Her role is decidedly secondary to that of Jean Peters. And she is grotesquely exploited in her part as Rose Loomis, unhappily married to a mentally unstable man (Joseph Cotten) and plotting to have her lover (Richard Allan) bump him off. The studio can't resist dressing her in skin-tight clothes, with high heels that make it impossible for her to walk without bumps and grinds, and flaming red lipstick that's obviously freshly put on even when she's supposed to be waking up in the morning. A producer less under the control of the studio than Charles Brackett (who also wrote the clunky screenplay with Walter Reisch and Richard L. Breen) might have made Rose into a credible character, but here she's only an adolescent boy's fantasy. Still, even a misused Marilyn is better than no Marilyn at all, as we find out two-thirds of the way through the movie when the focus shifts to the character played by Peters and her grinning ass of a husband (Max Showalter), and we have nothing to marvel at but the Falls. In the hands of a Hitchcock, Niagara might have been a success, but Henry Hathaway directs as if he's bored by the whole thing. 

[suzy-queued]

Game of Five

I was tagged by @look-i-love-u @francesrose3 @depressedstressedlemonzest

Rules: 5 comfort shows, 5 new shows you want to watch, 5 comfort characters, 5 characters you love to hate or just plain hate, 5 tags.

5 comfort shows:

Shameless

Dragonball Z

Umbrella Academy

Brooklyn 99

Hannibal

5 new shows I want to watch:

The Changeling (one of my favorite books)

Castle Rock (because Noel and Stephen King)

Our Flag Means Death

Midnight Mass

The Summer I Turned Pretty (also enjoyed this book series)

5 comfort characters:

Mickey Milkovich

Ben Wyatt (Parks and Rec)

Robin Scherbatsky (How I Met Your Mother)

Tahani Al-Jamil (The Good Place)

Jim Moriarty (Sherlock)

5 characters you love to hate/just plain hate:

Madeline Wuntch (B99) - love to hate

Mike Wheeler (Stranger Things) - hate

August Horn of Årnäs (Young Royals) - love to hate

Monroe Fuches (Barry) - love to hate

Cigarette Smoking Man (X-Files) - hate

5 tags: @silvanshadow @sleepyfacetoughguy @mzshko @gingit-cake @sweetbee78