#North Shields UK

[uwandapieceofme]

South Shields

My arrival in South Shields came after a long day on a long-delayed train, stalled for three hours as snow began to fall and people’s kids grew agitated, moving anxiously along the aisles. It was the first of April and I was officially setting off into unknown territory, going to a place I wanted far too desperately to be, my emotions coldly ignoring the logic my mind tried and failed to impart upon things.

When we finally pulled into the Newcastle train station, I was desperate for air and freedom of movement. I exited the train and sat for a minute on a bench, to collect myself, before sorting the next leg of my journey, taking the Metro from the station to South Shields. I kept my eyes down as I navigated to the escalators, confused about which platform I was supposed to be on, going back and forth like a mindless idiot, following others I hoped knew better than I where they were going and how to get there. I pushed my way into an already-packed carriage, standing awkwardly with my back to a pole, overly-conscious of the bulk of my backpack, which kept bumping other passengers. The carriage slowly emptied, people pouring out at St. James Park, so I was able to find a seat, eyes fixed to my phone’s navigation to ensure I didn’t miss my stop. I didn’t; it was the last one before the train turned around, back towards the city. I shouldered the uncomfortable weight of my bags and made my way to the main street, headed for my guest house. 

My first feeling of being there was relief, at the near prospect of being alone, then the need to look like I knew where I was going, lest I be taken advantage of, and then excitement, because I’d made it. There was a world of possibility ahead of me, represented in the face and voice of a stranger to whom I was far too emotionally attached, who seemed to lurk round every corner, luring me with bent finger towards Gregg’s for my first ever sausage roll.

When I reached my destination, I was all too happy to lock myself away. I threw my bags on the floor, changed into my pajamas, and turned out the lights, keeping my window open to hear the noise of people milling outside the bar across the street.

Waking for breakfast, I made myself moderately presentable, and headed nervously downstairs, for a full English breakfast in an empty dining room. Hungry and energized as I was about the prospects of the day, I polished off everything on my plate, along with a cafetiere of coffee and a bowl of porridge. As I ate, I watched This Morning, which was playing on the TV, trying to keep up (as though staying informed might ward off my feelings of inadequacy and foreignness) as they debated the rise in energy prices and discussed the number of stabbings in Middlesbrough. My host remarked on my gastrointestinal gusto and inquired after the day’s plans, before disappearing into the back to wash the dishes. I returned to my room and prepared for the day.

I hadn’t packed very much, but even what I did have seemed excessive, when I had to lug it from place to place. My wardrobe at that stage consisted of a 3-pack of black Calvin Klein t-shirts, a navy floral skirt made of thin fabric (which unbeknownst to me, was fully transparent when the sun was shining on it), a pair of black linen pants, and a grey and black patterned wool sweater. In addition I had two sports bras, several pairs of socks and underwear, a pair of short waterproof boots, and a pair of Vans hi-tops.

I wore a shirt, pants, sweater, and Vans out for my walk along the beach. The sun was shining beautifully bright, though it was also a bit chilly, so I had to hug myself against the wind. The cold worsened when I reached the beach, walking along the water’s edge as the wind buffeted me, Ellie Goulding playing in my ear, difficult to hear over the noise. I was happy and at peace, walking all the way down to the guard station, and then up past a hotel and a boating club, finding myself stopped at the edge of a block of short, white apartments. I turned around and made my way back, hating how slowly I trudged through the sand. I followed the promenade to another beach, less peopled and also colder, bereft as it was of the sun’s warming rays. Someone threw a ball for their dog. A couple of daring women body boarded in the freezing water. 

I was in a noncommittal search for a bathroom, as I was needing a pee, though not yet bursting. I turned and made my way back, following the road this time, realizing quite unhappily as I went  that I’d walked much further than I’d thought. It was getting colder by the minute and I’d still not found any toilets (not helped by my freakish need not to be seen looking for things, or at things, or walking up to the wrong things and having to turn around, ashamed). Then the freezing rain started. It lashed my face painfully. I used my hands to cover myself as best I could. I had a mental image of people in films who shield themselves from a downpour by holding a newspaper over their head, only I hadn’t any newspaper, and if I had, I probably would have been too self-conscious to hold it aloft.

In due time, I came to a park, with a pond full of swan boats and a miniature railroad track. Along the track was a covered bench— presumably, the boarding area— and I sat under it for a minute, hoping to wait out the weather. I cupped my hands and brought them to my mouth, breathing on them to warm them. I rubbed them together, anything to get the feeling back in my fingers. God, I had to pee, and I was fucking cold! 

Fine! I thought impatiently. I’ll go on! And so I did, trying clumsily to light one of my Marlboro Golds (damn things burn so fast and don’t taste right), for warmth, maybe, but also out of anxious habit. I felt like a criminal. People in this country smoke like chimneys, I told myself. I’d sat on a bench in a park in Birmingham watching parents puffing aggressively while they pulled their kids by the hand, or else pushed a pram. But this seemed a proper, family place. In any case, I felt like a lowlife dickhead. The snow fell and wet the paper. Coming out of this park, I realized I was right across the street from my home— as good as, since I’d given up my apartment to come traveling and had no permanent address elsewhere. I was elated. And miserable and cold and feeling totally out of place, drenched to the bone, dressed in unsuitable clothes. Outside the door to the guest house, I struggled to force the key in the lock, my fingers too numb. It took several attempts before I succeeded. When I made it to my room, I tore off my clothes, turned on the heat, and put the kettle on for tea.

When I’d warmed up, dressed in dry clothes, and dried out my sweater a little bit, I headed back out, this time making my way to the Shields Ferry.

Stepping off the ferry to North Shields was a dream come true. Tall brick buildings stood like battlements, protecting the town’s residents from unwelcome intruders. Letting my idiot nature get the better of me, I took a brief glance at Maps to determine the whereabouts of the pub I was going to, then put my phone away and set off. I missed it totally, coming up to a demolished building surrounded by fence and an auto shop beyond. I turned back, determined to find my way on my own. Can’t be that hard, I thought. 

Deciding it was too early for a drink anyway, and knowing the pub was somewhere in the general vicinity of where I now stood, I set off to explore, gravitating toward the water and following the walkway away from the Fish Quay. I pressed play on Hypersonic Missiles, feeling somewhat guilty and more than a little freakish, trying and failing to rationalize my feelings to myself. The wind was brutal here, as it had been on the beach in South Shields, but slightly less violent. I made my way up to a statue on a hill and slowly circled the steps around it, before continuing on to the abbey ruins, skirting the outside as I was unwilling to pay the entrance fee. Someone’s dog was leaping excitedly through the brush just around the abbey and I smiled, offering a greeting.

I walked back the way I’d come, stopping for a moment to kill some time and try, unsuccessfully, to make some profound journal entry, something to make Sam Fender proud, if he ever read it, which he would, in my head, and never elsewhere. Still unsure of the pub’s location, I attempted again to find it without help from my phone, walking aimlessly until I finally gave in. Once I located it, I stood awkwardly outside, pretending to be busy texting someone on my phone, trying to pluck up the courage to go in.

There were two doors, one going to the left and one the right. I went in through the left, where I came upon a small dining area. A few large tables, and a couple of small ones along the wall. The room was mostly empty, except for a couple and three elderly friends. I took a small table along the wall, with a view across the service corridor to the bar. I sat awkwardly for some time, unaware of the protocol for ordering. I pulled out my journal and pretended to busy myself with my phone until it seemed an inordinate amount of time had passed and I still hadn’t been approached for service. Finally, someone saw me and asked for my order. I requested a pint of Bass, based purely on a poster I’d seen for it, and fish and chips, just to draw out the time, since I’d get through my drink quickly enough and wanted to settle in for a minute without getting plastered.

I kept journaling and texting my brother, as I waited for my food to come. I noticed the elderly trio casting glances in my direction, and caught their eye a few times. Two women— one with an immaculate white bob, and one with a pixie cut— and a man, thin, with a checkered button-down and a forest green windbreaker. At first I was sure their looks were hostile, pitying, or a combination. They knew I didn’t belong there, alone in a pub, scribbling in my journal like a socially inept weirdo. I was deeply self-conscious and insecure. But, I tried to bolster myself, I was also doing something new, among people, risking looking like a fool, because I wanted to. I wanted to take up space in that place and experience it.

As others filed in, and I tucked into my food, the booze doing its amicable work, their looks changed to amusement and kindness as if to say, “At least she keeps to herself.”

After the full breakfast that morning, putting away my fish and chips was a chore. I did my best to pace myself and take small bites, but the food was tasteless (despite the mass amounts of malt vinegar I doused it with) and I simply wasn’t up to the task. After a second pint (of which I only drank half, to remain somewhat stable), I left the pub, happily drunk, passing pubs and restaurants which were now beginning to fill up with the early dinner, fresh-from-work crowd. Despite the cold, the outdoor tables were all occupied by loud, overly-confident men and their made-up, well-pruned girlfriends. I lit another cigarette, feeling slightly sloppy and quite lonely.

For dinner, I went to Morrison’s for a chocolate bar, some crisps, and another bottle of beer, that I might get more thoroughly fucked in the safety of my own room. Before bed, I snapped some pictures of myself with my Instax, in a bid to boost my self-esteem, and penned a few poems, not very good and mostly about how shit and lonely I felt and how much I wanted Sam to love me. After journaling helped to turn my mood around somewhat, returning me to a more hopeful, self-compassionate outlook, I turned in for the night, feeling a bit guilty for not being out with all the other happy drunk souls who passed by my window.

[dubinskimusic]

Stoked to be heading out on the road again at the end of this month.

[jeppiner]

North Shields UK slum where my maternal great-grandparents used to live, long since gone now.

[warrenwoodhouse]

20th April 2016 - Tynemouth Beach, Tynemouth, North Tyneside, North Shields, North East, UK.

Photos by @warrenwoodhouse #warrenwoodhouse

Photos I've taken with my Nikon D3300 DSLR at Tynemouth Beach in North Shields, North East, UK.

Camera: Nikon D3300 DSLR

Date & Time: 20th April 2016 at 10:21 am

Location: Tynemouth Beach, Tynemouth Beach Promenade, Tynemouth, North Tyneside, North Shields, North East, UK.

[julieconnelly]

Hillwalking & meditation

Hillwalking & meditation retreat. Despite the train strike, I managed to get up to Stirling, without any drama. I  got into a shared mini-bus up to Dhanakosa the Buddhist Retreat Centre. It had been a long time since I visited; (10 years) last time was a yoga retreat. I thought I would try the Hill Walking & Meditation course. We did 3 days of hillwalking and a lot of meditation it is an…

[lionofchaeronea]

Denarius of the Roman emperor Hadrian (r. 117-138 CE), minted between 119 and 122. On the obverse, the bust of Hadrian. On the reverse, the personified goddess Roma, seated. Roma holds a spear in her left hand and a small, winged Victoria (Victory) in her right; beneath her is a cuirass, and behind her a shield. The inscription around her reads P(ONTIFEX) M(AXIMUS) TR(IBUNICIA) P(OTESTATE) COS III. This coin was found in North Yorkshire, England, UK, and is now in the British Museum.

Photo credit: Amy Downes on behalf of the West Yorkshire Archaeology Advisory Service/The Portable Antiquities Scheme/The Trustees of the British Museum.

[aimeedaisies]

The Princess Royal’s Official Engagements in October 2024

01/10 As Court Member of the Fishmongers’ Company, visited a Food Technology Class at Bingley Grammar School. 🐟🏫

As President of the UK Fashion and Textile Association, visited SIL Group’s Fibre Processing Mill at Ladywell Mills in Bradford. 🧵🧣

Visited Viking Arms Limited in Harrogate. ⚔️🏹🗡️

02/10 Visited Blackburn Meadows Bio-Mass Power Plant in Tinsley, Sheffield. 🍃🔋

Visited Sheffield Forgemasters. 🔥⚒️

Visited Loadhog at the Hog Works. 🚛🚚

Opened the University of Sheffield’s Gene Therapy Innovation and Manufacturing Centre. 🧬

03/10 As President of Carers Trust, attended the Short Breaks Wales Conference at Sophia Gardens Cricket Ground in Cardiff. 🦽🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

As Colonel of The Blues and Royals (Royal Horse Guards and 1st Dragoons), attended the Annual Dinner at the Mandarin Oriental Hyde Park Hotel in Knightsbridge, London. 💂🍽️

04/10 As Vice Patron of the British Horse Society attended the Changing Lives Through Horses Forum at Saddlers' Hall in London. 🐎

08/10 As President of the Royal Yachting Association, opened Warsash Sailing Club’s renovated Clubhouse. ⛵️🍾

As Patron of Catch22, visited the Orion Centre in Havant, Hampshire. 🫂

Sir Tim represented Princess Anne at the Memorial Service for Mrs Julia Rausing (Philanthropist) which was held in St James’s Church in London. ⛪️

09/10 Attended the Annual National Service for Seafarers in St. Paul's Cathedral. ⛪️⚓️

10/10 As Patron of the Royal College of Emergency Medicine, attended the Annual Scientific Conference at the Glasshouse International Centre for Music in Gateshead. 💊

As Patron of the Butler Trust, visited North Tyneside Youth Justice System in North Shields. 🔗

Opened a renovated manufacturing facility in North Shields. 🏢

11/10 As Admiral of the Sea Cadet Corps, Marine Society and Sea Cadets, opened Midlands Boat Station in Birmingham. 🫡⛵️

As Chancellor of Harper Adams University, opened the Digital Learning Hub at the Quad in Telford. 🖥️💻🎮

As Patron of YSS Limited, visited the Criminal Justice Service at the Shropshire Golf Centre in Telford. 👩‍⚖️

14/10 As Guardian of Give Them A Sporting Chance and the Chaffinch Trust, held Management Board and Team Meetings at Gatcombe Park. 💼

15/10 With Sir Tim as Royal Patron of the Motor Neurone Disease Association, attended the “Countdown to Cure” Reception at the Royal College of Nursing in London. 💊

With Sir Tim As Patron of the Remembrance Trust, attended a Dinner at the Beefsteak Club in London. 🌹

16/10 As Royal Patron of the Security Institute, attended the Annual Conference at the Royal Society of Medicine. 🚨🔒

As Master of the Corporation of Trinity House, attended a Civic Luncheon at Trinity House. 🍽️

As Royal Patron of WISE, attended the Annual Conference at IET London: Savoy Place. 🧩

17/10 As Patron of the Cathedral Church of Saint German Peel Development Appeal attended a Thanksgiving Service in St German’s Cathedral, Peel, Isle of Man. 🇮🇲⛪️

Visited the Manx National Heritage “All at Sea” Exhibition at the House of Manannan in Peel, Isle of Man. 🇮🇲 🌊

As Grand Master of the Royal Victorian Order, attended Evensong and a Reception at The King’s Chapel of the Savoy in London. ⛪️🍾

As President of the Royal Society for the encouragement of Arts, Manufactures and Commerce, attended a Reception to mark the 250th Anniversary of RSA House. 🎂

Unofficial Sir Tim, as Chair of the Board of Trustees of the Science Museum Group, attended the launch of the Manchester Science Festival at the Science and Industry Museum in Manchester. 🧪🧬🔭

18/10 On behalf of The King, held an Investiture at Buckingham Palace. 🎖️

Attended a performance by the Spanish Riding School of Vienna at OVO Arena in Wembley. 🇦🇹🇪🇸🐎

19/10 With Sir Tim Attended British Champions Day at Ascot Racecourse. 🏆🐎

22/10 As Master of the Corporation of Trinity House, chaired the Quarterly Meeting of the Court and attended a Luncheon at Trinity House. 💼

As Patron of UK Coaching, held a Reception at Buckingham Palace to celebrate Olympic and Paralympic Coaching. 🇬🇧🏅

23/10 Attended a Bicentenary Commemorative Service to recognise the Scottish Fire and Rescue Service in St Giles’ Cathedral, Edinburgh. 🚒🧯👨‍🚒

As Royal Patron of Leuchie Forever Fund, held a Benefactors’ Dinner at the Palace of Holyroodhouse. 🍽️

24/10 Re-opened the Rowan Glen Factory at Palnure, near Newton Stewart. 🍶

As Patron of the Royal College of Occupational Therapists, opened the new wing at West Cumberland Hospital in Whitehaven. 🏥

With Sir Tim As Patron of the Royal Navy and Royal Marines Charity, attended the Trafalgar Night Dinner at the Old Royal Naval College in Greenwich. ⚓️🫡🍽️

25/10 Opened the British Standards Institution International Electrotechnical Commission Annual Meeting at the Edinburgh International Conference Centre. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🔋

28/10 Attended the Prison Advice and Care Trust’s 125th Anniversary National Volunteer Awards at St John’s Church in London. 🏆

29/10 On behalf of The King, held morning and afternoon investitures at Windsor Castle.🎖️

31/10 Visited the Robotic Surgery Unit at Musgrove Park Hospital in Taunton. 🤖🏥

Attended a Reception for the Pride of Somerset Youth Awards winners at Bridgwater and Taunton College. 🏆

Was installed as Chancellor of Health Sciences University before launching the University in Bournemouth. 🎓

As Patron of Save the Children UK, attended the Autumn in the City Dinner at the Savoy in London. 🍽️

Total official engagements for Anne in September: 58

2024 total so far: 371

Total official engagements accompanied/represented by Tim in September: 5

2024 total so far: 91

FYl - due to certain royal family members being off ill/in recovery I won't be posting everyone's engagement counts out of respect, I am continuing to count them and release the totals at the end of the year.

[katz-chow]

i remember everything...

synopsis: in which johnny deals with the lingering feelings he has with his coworker 🏷| fluff, american!reader, gn!reader, reader is described as having hair long enough to have to towel dry (its like one sentence), mostly in johnny's pov, prompt 29, culture clash, part of @glitterypirateduck's soap it up challenge

masterlist | taking orders | main menu

“Strange words come on out of a grown man’s mouth when his mind’s broke. Pictures and passing time, you only smile like that when you’re drinkin’…”

“Do you like it?” You ask him, as you both sit on your respective beds in the hotel room. The soft glow of the hotel lamps mixed with the pristine, white sheets gave off the allusion of an ethereal heaven. You both untucked the sheets and wrapped them around you and on the bed in your nests of bedding, shielding away from the blasting AC air. 

Johnny groans, falling back onto the firm queen-sized mattress. “If I have to hear another Southern accent, I’m gonna blow my brains out. Yours is enough!”

“Bitch!” You scream and laugh as you throw a pillow, aiming for his crotch. A sharp breath stopped itself in his throat as he groaned in discomfort. Another laugh was pulled from you as you too, squirm around in bed. 

Eventually, he recovers and sat back up. “Bonnie, you remember when we first went on this world tour of ours?”

A world tour, that’s what you both referred it to. In reality, it was just a guest speaker program on international joint bases. You were there in the UK as an American, part of a joint company operation. Then Kyle pointed you out when you shared some memories in North Carolina together. Hitting it off with Johnny was just pure fate (maybe, he thinks). 

The first time he saw you, you and your squadron stood shiny in the unfamiliar dress blues in front of that board meeting. An hour later, he discovered you’re all American service members, here on an ally program. 

The second time, fate forced you both together. Chow Hall at dinner time proved to be both bliss and the Thunderdome at the same time– which was no foreign territory for the Americans. They were loud, Johnny thought. The more he heard their wide range of accents, the more intrigued he became with this new group.

He gazed at them, you included, deciding when would be the right time to bud into the conversation. That’s when you spoke up, hinting at the cutest, slowest speech he’s ever heard; a real, Texan accent. 

“I dunno about all this, y’all…It kinda looks, like, bland…” You say as you look at the food on your tray. Kyle right over your shoulder with your friends crowding around the “experimental plate”. 

Kyle laughed and cut open the pastry with a knife, moving the peas around. The meat inside spilled out of the puff pastry as everyone oo-ed and ah-ed and not in a good way. “You telling me you’ve never had a meat pie?”

“Closest thing would be chicken pot pie…and even with that the peas are inside and I don’t have to look at it when I eat it.” One American laughed. Johnny noted that his accent sounded “standard” compared to your more regional one.

Another woman piped up as she shoved his arm with hers, “Chicken pot pies aren’t all that, Johnson, you’re fucking weird.”

“Cut that shit out, Phillips…I’m gonna…fuck your husband.”

Johnny snickered and interjected himself into the appropriate conversation. “How about you shag me instead? A true Scotsman right here.”

“I mean, if you want…” The Standard American, now he knew as Phillips, responded as he turned towards him and smiled. 

He noticed the group of Americans all turned their bodies to include him in their small circle, even when he was about three feet away and on a different table. They were kind and eager, friendly even. 

From then on, he decided to always stick around the group of funny Americans, who always seemed to do the weirdest things. He also got to know the mirage of people within this seemingly rag-tag team. From Edward Phillips, the Washingtonian Linguist, Michelle Hernandez, the New Mexican demolitions expert,  and then you, the Texan. 

After that, he just gravitated towards you, like an asteroid in your presence. He revolved around you, hovering when you need him and jumping in. Never far for you to hold onto, he was right beside you, an equal rather than someone to catch you if you fall or a subordinate waiting upon your every command. You liked that about Johnny, how he’s a partner, and thus on par with you. Your strengths are his weaknesses (reading comprehension) and your weaknesses are his strengths (chemistry). 

Johnny often questions whether fate is real or not, must be the Catholic in him, but the critical, logical part of his brain won’t let him fully believe. He wonders if fate is real if there truly is a bigger spirit that predetermines whether or not he will die horrifically in battle, or how many kids he’ll have— if he is allotted more than one. More often than not, however, he finds himself wondering if he somehow made the right choice to speak up with that lewd comment that led to meeting his best friend. Or was it how God had intended it? Or, perhaps, it was the Roman Moirai that had strung your paths together. In either case, he could only hope that he was making the right choice now. 

The AC continued to blast in the dim light, something he had to get used to. Months ago, when you were merely just a coworker, he had to adjust to the fact that you were afraid of sleeping in the dark. Teases and playful jabs seemed relentless, night after night as soon as you went to turn on the bathroom light and crept the door closed. But now, as whoever’s above fated it, he quite likes the addition to his nightly routine. 

Things are simpler, more clear, and more concise. It’s a lot different building bombs, and awaiting the next mission than simply giving a briefing on demolition safety and code of conduct. One might even say it’s boring, but what’s more boring than your job? At least he’s talking about something interesting! Says the man who eavesdrops on your talk whenever he’s not busy. 

Johnny has more time to journal, draw, and…think. It became routine, you getting ready for bed while Johnny props himself up on his pillows, thinking and scribbling away. So here he is, nightstand lamp casting its low, orange glow against his even yellower pages. Odd drawings of the desk chair in front of his bed, some notes about your lecture, and an odd sticky note drawing on your side profile he did while he waited for you to finish your talk. 

Never leave a man with his thoughts, one of the lessons he had learned when he started to let his mind wander from station to station, train of thought visiting back on when you caught his eye, or when you fell down the stairs and your nose started to bleed (Johnny had never felt his stomach sink so low), and just last week when you convinced him to try authentic Indian food…he thinks of you.

It's almost as if he no longer even lets his mind wander but now he lets his thoughts loose into Your World. His bonnie. His. Fuck him, He rubbed his face with his palms, exasperated.

“You good?” Your voice snapped him away from his consuming thoughts, hands falling to close his leather-bound journal with a snap. 

He looks at you. You had your head tilted, hair falling into the towel that you’re crunching up to dry it. “‘m fine, Birdie.”

Birdie, his songbird. His ears hear the way you scoffed, swinging back into the bathroom to set the towel up and get yourself into the twin bed next to his, the space separated by just a small nightstand holding the phone and now his journal. 

You hop onto bed, throwing the already jostled-up sheets onto you as Johnny stands to turn off the light on the opposite wall. Your laptop, which had now been turned off per his request, tucked itself under your bed, barely peeking out just for a reminder for when you both leave the next morning. 

“I don’t want to go on base tomorrow. I hate Newport.” You say to break the silence between the both of you, simply sitting in the not-so-dark. 

Johnny groans, having heard you say this since the two of you had landed here in Rhode Island. “Oh haud yer wheesht, we’re only here for another day,” he reasons.

You’ve heard that phrase a lot lately, especially as your World Tour is coming to an end soon. Two more bases, a fortnight left. But you can’t blame him, your whining was getting a bit much. 

A comfortable silence fills the air again as you hum in reply to him. Both of you find yourselves lost—or leashed in your worlds, thinking about what’s next.

He’s going to miss this; miss waiting for you to get ready for bed, miss listening in on your colloquies, miss the way your body wash smells, miss your awful music…”Fuck, I’m gonna miss you.”

“What?” 

Johnny freezes, he takes back about the time you fell: this was when his heart dropped the furthest and fastest it’s ever fallen. Almost like the New Year's ball in New York. Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck.

“Johnny, what did you just say?” In his peripheral, he sees your head turn to look at him. he turns his head to you. 

He prays that you don’t see the way sweat begins to fall from his skin or hear the quiver in his voice. “I said, I’ll miss you.”

You giggle a bit, letting your head fall back onto the plush headboard, eyes up at the popcorn ceiling. “It’s not like I’m going to die anytime soon, I’ll still be here.”

“I don’t want you to ever leave.” He blurts out quicker than his brain can even pick up. Blood rushes into his ears, he feels his body get hot as he awaits your reaction. 

The tension grows thicker, even as the AC hums. He sees your feet under the sheets moving side to side, you’re thinking of how to respond, formulating the perfect response. God, you were perfect, thinking about what you wanted to say rather than just blurting things out like how he is. You’re so different than him, so precise in your doings, always thinking ahead, always planning for the worst outcomes. And not to mention how good of a teacher you are with those in your field, you spoke eloquently, formally– yet just enough casualty that not only demanded respect but provided a sense of comfort. 

He looks back over to you quickly, your head still in the same position as before, eyes closed, however. For a quick moment, he sighs in relief, thinking you had fallen asleep from talking and whining too much. But instead, when he snaps back into reality, he sees your face smiling at him. 

“I think I’d like that a little too much.” You scrunch up your nose just a bit at the end of your sentence.

He doesn’t know what to make of them, but he smiles back nonetheless. “Yeah?”

You hum again, thinking. Silence washes over the two of you again. You two don’t look at each other, Johnny can feel disappointment wash over him, ready to just retire for the night.

“You wanna watch a movie?” You blurt out, already reaching down to pull your laptop out from under the bed. He looks at you quizzically, but agrees anyway.

To his surprise, however, you find yourself throwing the laptop gently on his bed, shooing him over (which he obeys), and getting under the sheets with him. His heart flutters as he instinctively rests his arm behind you. You scoot closer to him, pulling your laptop onto your lap. But you stop, and his breathing does to match. 

“Is this okay?” 

Johnny nods and smiles softly at you, seeing your worried expression dissipate. You decide that Johnny gets no say in what the two of you watch, and honestly, Johnny seems more interested in the fact that he can smell your shampoo and feel how soft the tips of your hair are in between his fingertips. He zones out after that, rejoicing in the moment as your breathing steadies his old heart. 

You turn your head up to look at him, raising your head slightly from his chest. He looks down at you, an eyebrow raised. “Hm?”

“I’m tired.”

He smiles wider at how your eyes droop down, even after insisting the two of you watch a movie. The screen pauses as he presses the spacebar, timestamp at 23:09. He huffs a laugh. “It’s late, I ken, I ken…”

“Can I sleep here?” You ask, already resting your head on his chest and sinking further into the now-warm sheets. Johnny shifts over a bit, closing your laptop and tossing it carefully over to your empty bed. The strands of your hair lift up a bit as he absent-mindedly messes with them. Your arm found itself hooked under his bicep, the other arm thrown over his chest.

His lips reach down and places a soft kiss on the crown of your head, burying his nose into the inviting smell of almonds and cherries. 

You hum in contentment, yet sleepily mumbling out something just a tab bit too quiet for his ears to pick up. “Speak up, Bonnie.”

You whine and his heart skips a beat. He wonders how long this can go on before he dies of cardiac arrest. Hopefully for decades. “It was always going to be you.” You pout, before nuzzling into him again, not once opening your eyes.

Johnny freezes, and the stands of your hair fall from the tips of his fingers. He looks down and sees how your chest rises evenly now, body heavy and warm against his. “Birdie?”

When you don’t respond, he knows you’re dead asleep. He sits there for a while thinking about the choices he made that led him to this position, as a body pillow for you– not that he is complaining. Surely it wasn’t when he tripped over a pinecone in year 5 right? Or when he decided to disobey orders and blow up a base anyway right? No, it has to be much simpler than that– when he had decided to skip lunch that day the two of you met? He thinks about the choices he made, and how he could’ve missed all the signs you gave him showing him that you were also in a state of yearning for him. And why did you turn on a lame rom-com, knowing you were going to fall aslee– oh. Oh.

Was this your plan the entire time? Clever Birdie. Of course, you had planned this out, had planned on turning the AC up, whining about the cold. Leaving your laptop on a movie website already, drying your hair even when you never really do. You just had to find a window of opportunity: him. 

It was always going to be the two of you. He was just a bit behind. 

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[girlactionfigure]

🟠 Latest Events from Israel  

ISRAEL REALTIME - Connecting to Israel in Realtime

⚠️UNUSUAL MIDDLE EAST AIR MOVEMENTS NOTED, US & UK refueling tankers taking off - transponders then turning off.  Hints of possible Israeli attack.. or practice, or intentional fake to create pressure on Iran.

.. And the standard daily rumor: There is concern among U.S. government officials that Israel's attack on Iran will be carried out in the next few hours!

❗️HOME FRONT COMMAND.. There will be no classes in Krayot (north of Haifa) tomorrow.

❗️IDF LOCATES LEBANESE CROSS BORDER ATTACK TUNNEL.. IDF located and neutralized a tunnelfrom Hezbollah that crossed about  from Lebanon into Israel near Moshav Zerait. This tunnel was located a few months ago, but the info kept secret so the IDF could ambush Hezbollah if they used it.

♦️ISRAELI FLAG RAISED.. over the ruins of Maroon a Ras in Lebanon, a primary attack site for Hezbollah firing anti-tank missiles into Israeli civilian towns.  The IDF has demolished the village which was being used as an attack platform.

🎯TARGETED ELIMINATION - SYRIA.. next to the Iranian embassy!  Airstrike directly into 1 apartment within a high rise building in Damascus, Gaza neighborhood.  No info at this time on who was targeted.

❓FROM NEW BOB WOODWARD BOOK ON BIDEN.. Biden called Netanyahu a "s#%% son, a bad person, a bad fa%#^ person".  "Bibi, what the hell" he roared at Netanyahu on the phone after he found out that Israel had killed Fouad Shukar, Hezbollah's chief of staff who was a wanted man by the U.S. and mass murderer of American soldiers.

🇮🇱PM NETANYAHU TO LEBANON.. “Do you remember the days when your country was called "the pearl of the Middle East"? What happened? A gang of terrorists destroyed it. Israel left Lebanon 25 years ago. But the country that actually occupied Lebanon was Iran. Iran finances and arms Hezbollah so that it serves Iranian interests - at the expense of Lebanon.  Hezbollah has turned Lebanon into … a forward military base for Iran.

Today Hezbollah is weaker than it has been in many years.  Now you, the citizens of Lebanon, stand at an important crossroads. You can take back your country. You can put her back on the path of peace and prosperity.  If you don't do this, Hezbollah will continue to try to fight Israel from densely populated areas - at your expense. 

Free your country from Hezbollah so that this war can end and your country can prosper again.”

🔹FRANCE EVACS.. citizens from Lebanon by military transport.

🔹TURKEY EVACS.. citizens from Lebanon by ship.

🔹UNIFIL rejected the IDF's request to evacuate its positions near the battle space in Lebanon for their own safety and to prevent them from being used as human and political shields by Hezbollah.

▪️PM TO DM.. Netanyahu to Gallant: Your trip to Washington - only after approval of Israel's next actions in the cabinet and my conversation with Biden.

▪️IDF CHAREDI COMBAT BATTALION OPENS.. Hashmonaim Brigade: Recruitment begun and the first batch is expected in Dec. Base adapted for ultra-Orthodox Jews of enlistment age up to 32. All training on base, this way the soldiers will be guaranteed to maintain their lifestyle. The soldiers will serve full service, and the brigade will have a border patrol zone.

🔸HOSTAGE DEAL NEWS.. Sinwar demands from the Qataris to receive immunity from Israel during negotiations.

✡️A word of Torah: Remember that in a hall of perfect darkness, totally dark, if you light one small candle, its light will be seen from afar; its precious light will be seen by everyone. - The Lubavitcher Rebbe

[caelstyx]

Gaza 10/27/2023

I am copying over @inejmydarling twitter thread. I captured 20 tweets but the thread is updating in real time

[ID: A tweet by 🇵🇸🔮 noorii | wraith 🔮🇵🇸 @inejmydarling that reads "In this thread I will be translating the biggest takeaways from Al Quds Radio 102.7 on Radio Garden Live (it’s blocked in the UK btw). This station is live from Gaza and it’s in Arabic."]

Subsequent tweets:

Right now I’m hearing a lot of explosions, one on top of the other. Israel is heavily bombing Gaza. The radio presenter says this is an “unprecedented aerial attack.” Eye witnesses say that the area around Al Shifa Hospital has been bombed. The hospital itself hasn’t been bombed, yet. Also very populated areas on Yafa Street are being bombed. This is in Eastern Gaza near the border. Israel is bombing the area around the Indonesian Hospital in Gaza.

Explosions are ongoing, heard live on-air. I’m hearing an explosion every minute at least. Ambulances aren’t able to reach people due to the communication blackout instituted by Israel. There are unverified reports that Israel hasn’t been able to breach Gaza by land and has retreated from a land invasion for now. Again, this isn’t verified, according to the station. Aerial strikes are ongoing. People in Gaza are doing their best to shield their dead and injured. Ambulances cannot reach the people. The radio station’s guest says we will not know the extent of the deaths and injuries until dawn. There are news reports that say the Israeli ground invasion will take place in stages, and not all at once. Again, the radio presenter said this is an unprecedented attack on Gaza. Israel is aiming to take control of Northern Gaza bit by bit. It will not cede any land it takes. Al Shifa Hospital: footage is coming in to the radio presenter of the damage done to the area surrounding the hospital. Extensive damage.

Israeli air strikes are targeting Al Bureij Camp in Gaza. It has thousands of refugees. More than 46,000 refugees reside in Al Bureij Camp according to the UNRWA. The camp is being heavily targeted by Israeli air strikes. In the past half hour, Khan Yunis has been heavily bombed. Khan Yunis has a population of over 280,000. Wael Al Dahdouh: bombing is unprecedented - Israel is bombing many areas, from east to west. The bombs are reaching even the coastal area on the west. Israeli war planes are constantly flying overhead. Zeitoun, Tufah (Apple) areas have been targeted in past 3 minutes.

Wael Al Dahdouh: “This night is different than anything Gaza has ever experienced.” “Most neighborhoods in Gaza are being bombed right now. This includes northern areas, and neighborhoods of Beit Hanoun and Jabalia and Beit Lahia” Beit Hanoun has experienced intense bombing. Israel is hoping to enter Gaza by land through there. Palestinian EMT says there is no way to help patients. Those who need help will need to walk to ambulance stations and hospitals as ambulances can’t reach since EMTs can’t get calls due to communication blackout. People are transporting those injured in their personal cars to hospitals - audio from a hospital in Khan Yunis shows a sense of chaos and overwhelming trauma.

North and Central Gaza are being heavily targeted by air strikes. Israeli rockets are launching from the ocean. This is a “massacre.” “These tactics and weapons aren’t usually used against neighborhoods. They’re used between two armies. This is an unequal war.”

[themattress]

Pokémemories: The Crown Tundra

The second and final DLC expansion pack for Pokémon: Sword/Shield, set in a new Wild Area north of the main Galar region where you accompany the eccentric Peony and his daughter Peonia look for adventures based around old myths and legends, such as discovering the lost royal Pokémon, Calyrex, or hunting down the three Galarian forms of Kanto's Legendary Bird trio. This, IMO, is the strongest that Sword/Shield has ever been, and is reflective of what it really ought to have been from the beginning. There was mythic stuff in the main game, but it was drowned out by obnoxious sports culture commentary and a misaimed critique on unchecked capitalistic power. Personally, when I think of the potential in a Pokémon version of the UK, stuff like what's found in The Crown Tundra is what I envision.

[usafphantom2]

IMAGES: USAF sends B-52 bombers to Indian Ocean base

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 03/26/2024 - 16:00 in Military, War Zones

U.S. Air Force B-52H Stratofortresses bombers were deployed on March 22 at the Diego Garcia Naval Support Center in the Indian Ocean.

The Bomber Task Force deployment offers the U.S. Air Force Global Attack Command a presence in the Indo-Pacific, with relatively easy access to the Middle East as well.

The B-52s fled to Diego Garcia from Barksdale Air Base, Louisiana, after a 30-hour direct flight. This is the first time that USAF announces a Bomber Task Force for Diego Garcia - a small island that is part of the British Indian Ocean Territory that serves as a fundamental base for the U.S. and UK military, which has hosted American troops since the 1970s. The B-1 landed there in 2021, and the last time a B-52 landed there was in 2020.

"This deployment aims to improve the readiness and training needed to respond to any potential crisis or challenge around the world, demonstrating the credibility of our forces to face a global security environment that is more diverse and uncertain than at any other time in recent history," the Pacific Air Forces Command (PACAF) said in a statement.

Although the island is in the area of responsibility of the U.S. Indo-Pacific Command, the U.S. Air Force used the island in the past as a base to send bombers to the U.S. Central Command's area of operations.

This latest deployment of PACAF bombers follows in the footsteps of the B-52 of Minot Air Base, North Dakota, deployed in Guam at the end of January and operating there until March 6.

Tags: Military AviationBoeing B-52H StratofortressBTFUSAF - United States Air Force / U.S. Air ForceWar Zones - Indo-Asia-Pacific

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[theculturedmarxist]

The US has used its veto at the UN security council to block a resolution calling for Israel to allow humanitarian corridors into the Gaza Strip, a pause in the fighting and the lifting of an order for civilians to leave the north of the besieged territory.

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The US ambassador said she was horrified and saddened by the loss of life, but that the actions of Hamas had brought about the humanitarian crisis. She also called for time to let Joe Biden’s diplomacy play out.

Israel thanked the US for using its veto. China described the move as “nothing short of unbelievable” while Russia said it was an example of US double standards.

Two members of the G7 on the council – Japan and France – broke with the US by backing the motion.

The draft resolution also called for “humanitarian pauses to allow full, rapid, safe and unhindered humanitarian access for United Nations humanitarian agencies”. Its failure to pass represented another blow to the authority of the world body.

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[skinnyscottishbloke]

Some housekeeping of shows I want to watch over the winter. More below the cut.

SHOWS TO FINISH

1. Black Sails (2/4)

2. Peaky Blinders (5/6)

3. Brooklyn 99 (5/8)

4. The Mentalist (4/7)

5. Justified (3/6)

6. The West Wing (3/7)

7. Sex Education (3/4)

8. Cold Case (4/7)

9. OUAT (6/7)

10. MI-5/Spooks (4/10)

11. ANTM (22/24)

12. Outlander (6/8)

13. Grace and Frankie (5/7)

SHOWS TO WATCH FOR THE FIRST TIME

1. Ted Lasso

2. Our Flag Means Death

3. Foundation

4. Staged

5. Young Royals

6. *continue DT’s filmography*

7. Love Victor

SHOWS I’VE STARTED BUT WILL (PROBABLY) NEVER FINISH

1. Reign

2. Agents of Shield

3. The 100

4. Friends

5. House

6. Arrow

7. Queer As Folk (US)

8. Weeds

9. How to Get Away with Murder

10. Attack on Titan

SHOWS I’M CURRENTLY WATCHING/ RE-WATCHING

1. Buffy (via reaction)

2. Leverage (w/ Rowan)

3. Fellow Travelers (currently airing)

4. Good Omens (via reaction)

5. DW (13’s seasons)

6. catching up on Taskmaster (s08-11, s13-16)

7. catching up on Drag Race (Mexico s01, Brazil s01, UK s05, Germany s01)

SHOWS I HAVE SEEN ALL OF THAT ARE DONE

1. The Tudors (4/4)

2. The White Queen/The White Princess/The Spanish Queen/The Serpent Queen (all 1/1)

3. Buffy (7/7)

4. Angel (5/5)

5. Pillars of the Earth (1/1)

6. HIMYM (9/9)

7. Psych (8/8 + movies)

8. Bones (11/11)

9. Broadchurch (3/3)

10. North and South (1/1)

11. BBC Merlin (5/5)

12. BBC Robin Hood (3/3)

13. Downton Abbey (6/6 + movies)

14. Sense8 (2/2 + special)

15. Jessica Jones (2/2)

16. Daredevil (3/3)

17. The Defenders (1/1)

18. Luke Cage (2/2)

19. Iron Fist (2/2)

20. Game of Thrones (8/8)

21. BBC Sherlock (yes it’s done LOL) (4/4)

22. ATLA (3/3)

23. LOK (5/5)

24. Vicar of Dibley (3/3)

25. OG Gossip Girl (6/6)

26. Leverage (5/5)

27. Versailles (3/3)

28. Veronica Mars (3/3 + movie + reboot)

29. Firefly (1/1 + movie)

30. Castle (8/8)

31. 1995 P&P (1/1)

32. Glee (6/6)

33. Agent Carter (2/2)

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2. Good Omens (2/ prob 3)

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4. Rings of Power (1/?)

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8. Grey’s Anatomy

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10. The Office (UK or US)

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13. Black Mirror

14. Sons of Anarchy

15. One Piece

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17. Full Metal Alchemist

18. The Vampire Diaries

19. The OC

20. Dawson’s Creek

21. Gilmore Girls

22. Teen Wolf

23. 24

24. Emily in Paris

25. CSI

26. 911 or any spin offs

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[wub-fur-radio]

The Lion Under the Lemons

March plays against type and goes out like a lion in this lively, tuneful, and eclectic early spring mix of contemporary indie folk/rock/jangle/pop/etc. Featuring a score of fine tunes from Hollow Hand, Calexico, Robert Forster, Tony Molina, the Woolen Men, Edwyn Collins, Cat Power, and a baker’s dozen more artists who know it’s better to be a lion for a day than a lemon for your whole life.

▶︎🎶 Play on  Mixcloud –or– Apple Music (or scroll down to use an embedded player below)

Running Time: 1 hour, 2 seconds

Tracklist

Hurdy Short (1:16) — TJO | California | 2021

All My Love (3:55) — Hollow Hand | Brighton, UK | 2023

Star Vehicle (3:26) — Pale Blue Eyes | Totnes, UK | 2022

Song For Friends (Slight Return) (1:03) — Tony Molina | San Francisco, CA | 2022

Turquoise (2:49) — Calexico | Tucson, AZ | 2022

There’s a Reason to Live (2:31) — Robert Forster | Australia | 2023

Love Is the Frequency (Acoustic Version) (2:49) — Andy Bell | London, UK | 2023

Unspoken Promise * (2:59) — Plankton Wat | Portland, OR | 2023 * Apple Music version subsitutes “A Window in the Mirror” (3:03) also by Plankton Wat | 2022

Little Sign (2:51) — Edith Frost | Austin, TX | 2020

I Guess We Were Young (3:22) — Edwyn Collins | Helmsdale, UK | 2019

Emmanuel Head (3:31) — Hector Gannet | North Shields, UK | 2023

A Rumor (0:24) — Whitney’s Playland | San Francisco, CA | 2023

Forgotten 45 (3:45) — Woolen Men | Portland, OR | 2023

Waiting on a Ghost to Haunt You (2:46) — The Reds, Pinks and Purples | San Francisco, CA | 2023

Old Perfume for a New Day (3:29) — Tommy and The Ohs | Nashville, TN | 2022

Rising Moons (2:20) — Immaterial Possession | Athens, GA | 2023

Useless Feeling (3:49) — Spice World | WA, Australia | 2023

Good (4:31) — Ghost Woman | Arizona | 2022

When I Think of You (3:13) — Noa Mal | Philippines | 2023

Here Comes a Regular (5:13) — Cat Power | Miami, FL | 2022

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[pacifymebby]

babe what were the riots in shields in the 90s??

Okay so I'm not actually sure but I'm presuming it's this? One of the worst riots in British history apparently. Started in an estate over the deaths of two lads who were in a car crash when fleeing the police.

The historic context, from what I can tell, is the same as most unrest in UK. Was fuelled by hatred for the police that had been brewing since Thatcher and the miners strikes.

The estate was built as spillover when they overhauled all the slums (they did this in Scotland too and created some of the most miserable places you've ever seen). Mostly what you find with spillover estates is that they're just like a box to put the poor people in out of sight out of mind to kind of keep them contained so you can forget about them? They end up being derelict, poverty stricken, often quite lawless dangerous places to live, people who grow up there end up trapped there by their circumstances, there's quite commonly high suicide rates in these places. Billy Connolly talked about the Glasgow ones in a documentary and described the problems quite well, they build all these tiny houses and move as many people into them as they can, get them out the slums, but they don't build shops or cinemas or cafes, no parks or green spaces, nowhere for anyone to go, nothing for them to do, no jobs for them to work etc, they just leave you there to rot kinda thing.

Then you combine this with the context of 90s north east, the miners strikes and thatchers police/military violence against the working class is still an open wound, anger against the authorities is already high and probably for the people in those estates, getting more tense day by day. Because it's the government and the police that keep you trapped in those places.

I saw this stat from 2021 (but this issue has been a problem for a long time, probably since before thatcher but certainly exacerbated tenfold by her)

(and it gives you context for songs like Dead Boys too)

This is the data for suicide rates across the country, London and the East/South east have the least which is honestly no fucking surprise at all. Generally those are the most affluent areas of the country. There's still jobs and an economy and it's where ALL the money goes.

Once you get to West Midlands and up you're above the average suicide rate for the country too which is not fucking surprising either.

Anyway the reason I added this to useful context about the riots in the 90s is that like, for all that there was a keep quiet don't talk about it culture (I say was because it was worse then) about suicide, it wouldnt mean people weren't angry.

So like when two lads died in a police car chase (which is awful anyway but also the police have a duty/responsibility not to risk loss of life even to suspected criminals obviously) it wouldn't just have been anger about that which set of the chain of events if that makes sense? Like general anger among a disillusioned and downtrodden demographic which is then sparked by one inflammatory incident is usually what causes a riot.

Anyway the riots were really bad, derelict houses, and shops (there was a lot of racially motivated hate crimes too apparently) were burnt down, the high street was left in ruins. The rioting spread quite far too.

"the fallout" from the riots is probably like, intensified tensions with the police in that area, a lot of fear and anger in a community, a fuck tone of people went to prison, governments punish towns for this shit and the Tories would have been making so many cuts to every kind of social service and giving the money to the cops instead, like just generally economic downturn and stuff. When he talks about cranes being static like, Thatcher destroyed most UK based industry, there were no jobs anywhere. But also right and this is something I think people forget to consider, the fallout post these strikes and riots was a sense of crushing hopelessness because we didn't win. The police and the government won and crushed the communities who had rebelled. Ultimately the fallout is an overwhelming sense of loss, grief, anger and the knowledge that there's no point fighting it cause when you fight the government come down harder, threaten your families.

The whole of the estate ended up being either rebuilt or refurbished and theres a new community center too now, so he could also remember seeing stuff being rebuilt, but I don't get the impression that's what he's talking about somehow.

Theres a TV show called boys from the blackstuff set in Liverpool (I think) that's kind of about this, how there was no industry and everyone was on the dole which wasn't enough to feed a family on, so people would try to work sneak jobs on the side (which lead to so much abuse of workers, kids in unsafe environments, deaths) because if you aren't even like 10p your dole would get stopped. Again all of it leads to suicides and violence. You can watch it on ITV player I think and if this stuff is something you're interested in beyond a Sam Fender lyric you should watch it, it's really emotive and like makes you angry but it really shows you how evil the Conservatives are and how their evil really remains everywhere. (and it explains so much about the north South divide and why there are kids being raised right now up north who will not forgive and forget for the sake of making friends with a southerner when they go to uni)