#Thomas P Campbell

[thedigitalmuseum]

Art Sense Ep. 115: Museums of Tomorrow Roundtable

In April of this year, the Museums of Tomorrow Roundtable brought nearly two dozen museum directors from around the world together in Silicon Valley to discuss the evolving role of technology in museums. As dialogs between museum directors and technology leaders in Silicon Valley evolved, it became apparent that planning for the use of artificial intelligence had become a critical need.

On today’s episode, I’m honored to be joined by four museum executives who are an active part of these conversations about the future of museums:

Thomas P Campbell Director and CEO of the Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco

Seb Chan Director & CEO at the Australian Centre for the Moving Image in Melbourne, Australia

Amanda de la Garza Director General of Visual Arts at the National Autonomous University of Mexico in Mexico City and head of its University Museum of Contemporary Art

Suhanya Raffel  Executive Director, M+ Museum in Hong Kong

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Made silly TTCC animatic based off of an OSFOC episode

[theambitiouswoman]

Book Recommendations 📚📒

Business and Leadership:

"Good to Great" by Jim Collins

"The Lean Startup" by Eric Ries

"Zero to One" by Peter Thiel

"Leaders Eat Last" by Simon Sinek

"Outliers: The Story of Success" by Malcolm Gladwell

Success and Personal Development:

"The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People" by Stephen R. Covey

"Mindset: The New Psychology of Success" by Carol S. Dweck

"Atomic Habits" by James Clear

"Grit: The Power of Passion and Perseverance" by Angela Duckworth

"The Power of Habit" by Charles Duhigg

Mental Health and Well-being:

"The Power of Now" by Eckhart Tolle

"Feeling Good: The New Mood Therapy" by David D. Burns

"The Gifts of Imperfection" by Brené Brown

"The Anxiety and Phobia Workbook" by Edmund J. Bourne

"The Dialectical Behavior Therapy Skills Workbook" by Matthew McKay, Jeffrey C. Wood, and Jeffrey Brantley

Goal Setting and Achievement:

"Goals!: How to Get Everything You Want—Faster Than You Ever Thought Possible" by Brian Tracy

"The 12 Week Year" by Brian P. Moran and Michael Lennington

"Drive: The Surprising Truth About What Motivates Us" by Daniel H. Pink

"The One Thing" by Gary Keller and Jay Papasan

"Smarter Faster Better" by Charles Duhigg

Relationships and Communication:

"How to Win Friends and Influence People" by Dale Carnegie

"The 5 Love Languages" by Gary Chapman

"Crucial Conversations: Tools for Talking When Stakes Are High" by Al Switzler, Joseph Grenny, and Ron McMillan

"Nonviolent Communication: A Language of Life" by Marshall B. Rosenberg

"Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus" by John Gray

Self-Help and Personal Growth:

"The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck" by Mark Manson

"Daring Greatly" by Brené Brown

"Awaken the Giant Within" by Tony Robbins

"The Miracle Morning" by Hal Elrod

"You Are a Badass" by Jen Sincero

Science and Popular Science:

"Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind" by Yuval Noah Harari

"The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks" by Rebecca Skloot

"Cosmos" by Carl Sagan

"A Short History of Nearly Everything" by Bill Bryson

"The Selfish Gene" by Richard Dawkins

Health and Nutrition:

"The China Study" by T. Colin Campbell and Thomas M. Campbell II

"In Defense of Food" by Michael Pollan

"Why We Sleep" by Matthew Walker

"Born to Run" by Christopher McDougall

"The Omnivore's Dilemma" by Michael Pollan

Fiction and Literature:

"To Kill a Mockingbird" by Harper Lee

"1984" by George Orwell

"The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald

"The Catcher in the Rye" by J.D. Salinger

"Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen

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traveler | thomas shelby x f!reader

Not my image!

pairing : thomas shelby x time traveled!reader

word count : 3,831 :P

summary : a trip to scotland for a belated birthday celebration turns into a blast from the past when you find yourself in 1919 with no chance of getting home, until you meet someone on a train to London that tells you he can help your situation and get you a visa....

warnings : angsty at times, near death experience (hypothermia), inspector campbell being creepy for the plot, bad writing, i have no concept of how much money a british pound is so ??, warnings will change with each chapter so please read them carefully!

notes : reader is 23-27 but no specified age, this is kind of an Outlander A.U. where the reader travels through a stone circle (or cairn for this one lolz) and goes back in time

a.n. : this chapter is technically an intro to the rest of the plot that ties in with the canon + vvv descriptive bc thats my writing style :P + also i suck at summaries + just recently got back into writing as a hobby, so this might be absolute trash but I'm very proud. if anyone has any issues with the content or what i write about because it goes against anything online please let me know so i can fix it!!

Not my image!

The black hoodie clings to your skin, sopping wet and forcing a chill through your skin. In the split second it took to regain consciousness, you realize your clothes are soaked, and judging at how badly you're shivering and that you're face-down in the grass, you've been asleep in the rain for god knows how long. Rolling over the damp grass to sit up, you catch a glimpse at the location you find yourself, the cairn outside the small town you had been staying at in Scotland on vacation. 

The sky was dim, sunrise slowly encroaching over the heavy raindrops on the hills. Sitting against one of the boulders of the cairn, a shaky breath leaves your chest, fanning out in front of your face. Through the near hypothermia that's started to quickly make you sweat, a deep uneasiness started to take root, but you were far too panicked to acknowledge it in the moment.

You jumped to your feet, realizing how little time you have alive could be without action, rubbing your hands together for as much friction they could create, dancing your legs in place to wake your body back up. Attempting a warm breath into your hands barely helped your frigid and close-to-death state. The cold was numbing, the fog in your brain was all around you, mentally and physically, keeping the hilltop the cairn sat upon as an island amidst a sea of grey. And suddenly there was a faint light approaching. 

The candlelight within the squeaking lamp softened the mist, making it far more inviting than the haze the man emerged from. Your shivers halted abruptly, the uneasiness bubbled up from your stomach to your throat, a foul taste in the back of your mouth spread over your tongue. 

"'ello!! 'ello is anyone out 'ere?!" The man's shoulders shook with a powerful Scottish accent, and a strong sense of safety accompanied it. Alas, the shivers returned in full force.

"Here!" Your voice broke sharply. "I-I'm over here!" Attempting to speak up through the shakes and ambiance of early dawn proved difficult, your breathing overtaken by the cold and feverish urge to survive. 

And luck was on your side today, for the first time.

"Hello?" The gentleman turned to the sound of your voice, not expecting to find you curled in a ball and soaked to the bone. And in strange clothes that were quite unseemly for a woman of your age. The outer layer that draped over you and the denim that clad your legs were downright outlandish to the man in front of you. 'Damn Americans and their strange styles of dress'  He thought to himself quickly, before stepping lightly over to you, helping you up, and taking his overcoat off to throw across your shoulders.

The warmth was welcomed greatly. You nearly stopped shivering for a moment as the smell of worn and slightly wet leather, cologne and fire overtook you. It was the most definitive thing you could grasp on to in the few minutes, or hours, you had been conscious of.

"Ma'am, what are you doing out here at the time of morn'? You'll catch yourself a death of a cold out in this weather for much longer." The older man took your hand and led you to his carriage and horse. What am I doing out here? The reasoning escaped you through the fog, but you caught a glimpse.

A stone in your hands, turning in your palm as you walk the grounds of a historic castle. Your phone died in your hands mid photo, with the cairn in the fading pixels.

Where are you?

Your slowly warming hand finds its way into the soaked pocket of your hoodie, and alas, no such stone was to be found. Your cell phone and wallet remained, but judging by the man assisting you, there didn't seem to be much hope in asking if he had a charger you could borrow.

He paused to let you lean against the large wooden wheel of his cart, waiting a moment before speaking. A gentler tone took his voice. "Ma'am, do you remember how you got out here?"

The fog had cleared, both in your mind, and as the first bits of sunlight rose from the eastern horizon. After a pregnant pause, you responded.

"I'm vacationing here, from America." That much was true, you were from America and you were here on vacation, the only question was when you were visiting. You had flown over in a modern plane, taken a modern train from London to Edinburgh, and then a taxi to Inverness. The man in front of you made a subtle face of surprise, as if the journey you have described could have taken over 6 months, when in it only took 2 days for you to be a quarter of the way around the globe.

"I'm sorry you've found yerself so far from home, Inverness 's not a place I would expect an American to want to travel." The man moved the lantern from his hand to a metal bar attached to the seat of the carriage. He busied himself with his gloves. "If I'm correct, you're shivering out of yer britches and startin' to sweat at the same time." You nodded quickly, sharp pins and needles erupting from the skin you moved. The man brushed his hand over his chin, considering his options. 

"My daughter Isa will have coffee and a warm hearth awaitin'. Once you've warmed up we can 'elp you return to wherever ye came from." The man sounded less than enthusiastic to have an American in his home, but the desperate need of your medical situation demanded his unwilling help. No one wanted to have any connection to a dead foreigner found at a locally mysterious site known for having a frequency of people going missing when visiting.

He helped you up onto the bouncing wooden seat. The smell of horse and leather of the reigns was the second most tangible thing you could consider basing your reality off of. This was obviously not the 21st century. A young woman, possibly anywhere in the 1830's to the 1940's (judging the man's attire and horse) in a foreign country with no possible way of proving her existence via official documents. That was the reality of the matter. You had no idea when you were, and if there was a possibility of getting back to the modern day.

Focus, and compartmentalize. There will be time to deal with the larger issues later on. Don't freeze to death, and then figure out what time and day it is. Gently and slowly returning to work, your brain made its first decision of this strange crisis: Deal with it later. In the meantime, you were able to do a quick mental diagnostic ; Legs work, fingers bend and grab, your stomach growls and you understand that your guts and heart still work, you've spoken to the man, so obviously your mouth and voice still work just fine. The only outlier was what year you were inhabited by accident.

The gentleman took one last glance at the girl who had barely spoken, and urged his horse forward toward the gentle outline of a stone town a few miles away.

-

The fire overtook the crisp and clammy feeling that crawled over your body. Heat licked at your hair and half exposed arms. You had met the man's daughter, Isa, and she had practically thrown a warm cup of half brewed coffee out of half awake panic. Although your father walking into your kitchen with a strange young woman at barely 5 in the morning would alarm you as well.

Adding to the alarm, Isa was just as perplexed about your strange, "American" clothes. She was convinced no one was strange enough to wear those clothes willingly, and since you were of similar size with Isa, she gave you a few of her old clothes to wear as you warmed in front of the fire. A bulky, tan skirt slightly too tight at the waist and a thin, loose in the bosom white blouse. You sat at the hearth with a large blanket draped over your shoulders, reminiscent of the smell of the man's overcoat. 

Your clothes draped near the fire, steam coming off of your printed socks with cats on them. Isa had commented about the craftsmanship and how expensive they must have been. You barely muttered a response that would have made sense. All that time spent taking notes in World History class, and you remember nothing about Britain and Scotland after the Revolutionary war or before WWII. The grip on your phone was tight and you quietly pondered as to how you were going to keep it hidden while you were here. There was hope to get home. At least for now. 

"So you really can't remember anything?" Isa leaned over to place the back of her hand over your warm forehead. 

"Nothing from before your father found me." You only partially lied, you can't directly remember how you ended up at the cairn.

"But you remember your name, right?" Isa sat back in her chair, reaching for a cup of coffee on the dining table. 

"Oh, right, sorry. My name is (y/n)." Your answer was curt, unrevealing as possible. 

The morning dragged on. The sun was up, the clock on the wall above the sink read 7:46. Time. 

"What day is it?" You asked quietly into your coffee while attempting to cool it off. 

"Wednesday." Isa had been buzzing around the kitchen, completing various tasks but while also keeping an eye on you. Her father had toddled off somewhere else in the house, his footsteps were heard, but not yet seen in daylight. "But if you would like the specifics, it's Wednesday, February 5th, in the year 1919." 

"Thank you, Isa." 

-

Hours later and lots of planning around the limited memory you spoke about having, it was decided that Isa's father would lend you a 20 pound note he had been saving (He was subtly adamant you got his address to mail money back to him) for the trains to London, and Isa gifted you a few of her mother's worn skirts and blouses.

The plan was for you to travel back to London and hopefully return to either your home country or your family, though you knew both of these things were problematic. Isa's father, Robert, had left around 8 to ask around the town about your family, or anyone who may have traveled with you. No one had a clue. You thanked both of them urgently, and with deep appreciation. A small mental note was categorized that you should repay more than just the 20 pounds, kindness as bountiful as had been shown to you was deserved of a larger reward.

A short walk with many stumbles to the train station back to Edinburgh. The heels of your company's shoes clicked against the raised wooden deck parallel to the stone station. 

"Thank you both, for your generosity." You gripped at the skirt that fell to the tips of your toes barely covered your Chuck Taylor Converse. Isa smiled gently, holding a worn and broken leather carrying case out to you to take.

"I can't do enough to pay you all back." You made a note to include Isa's mother in the thanks, as she was also indirectly gifting you items.

"Goin' home safe," a large pause entered the conversation following Robert's comment. Isa had earlier explained that her father has a strange and unusual issue with Americans. Especially visiting somewhere like Inverness. "-Is all we can pray for." His voice was genuine, but with a hint of resentment. Not towards you, but aimed at something far larger than you. Robert was odd. Everything is odd. If you were only slightly more deranged, you would be acting just as cold and bitter as he was. 

The train whistle was enough to make you jump out of your skin slightly, and the final call for boarding passengers was announced by the conductor.

"Again, thank you both. Your kindness is appreciated more than you can imagine." Taking the bag from Isa's hands, the heft slightly surprised you, but recovered as you walked up the steps to the train. Part of you wanted to stay, see what life you could carve here while trying to get home through the cairn. The other part of you understood that there isn't a choice in going home. 

A large smile was across Isa's face when you found her among the scattered people on the raised deck, her father seemed to have already walked away and started on the walk home. A smile and wave and the train chugged into motion, steam flying behind the glass. You catch your reflection briefly. (y/e/c) eyes and an ill greenish grey colour clung to your skin, the grey skies unrelenting in their goal to forbid sunlight from reaching Scotland’s soil. It was pitiful to see yourself like this, a homesick and anxious ache bloomed in your gut. Settling into the steady chugging, the warmth of the shirt on your shoulders, and the steadiness of your seat beneath you was reality enough to coax you into a well deserved sleep. 

-

A clamorous crash awoke you from the short nap your body allowed, the train had stopped, and with it came your carrying case from the weak storage compartment situated above your head. Calming your racing heart, you leaned over to stand and pick the dry leather handle from the floor and returned the hefty item to its previous place. A huff of breath while you fall into your seat, and your pulse finally calms down. You looked out the glass at the yellow train station sign reading the carefully painted words ‘Welcome to Manchester’ slowly. 

People filed onto and off of the individual train cars, and soon enough your train car was mostly filled, all except the private aisle you suddenly shared with an older man in a bowler hat and bulky, black overcoat. Scanning him as he took the opposing corner seat in the small room.  Everything about this man was understated, his tie held no colour, nor did his vest or suitcoat. The only colour to bespeckle this man was the icy blue of his eyes, weathered by age, and his salt and pepper hair and mustache.

He carried and opened a file of paperwork close to his chest, but sitting across from him it was easy to see that he had no intention of keeping the title private; ‘TOP SECRET, SPECIAL BRANCH, BSA MUNITIONS ROBBERY : PRIME’- Suspects, finishing the sentence you couldn’t read fully. With the amount of heist movies you watched before you were thrown back in time gave you a good inference that this man was police, or whatever British version of the FBI that happened to exist in 1919.

You were shocked the man didn’t seem to acknowledge your existence in the train car, until he swiftly checked to see where your eyes had been trailing and caught you staring directly at the opened folder.

“Has your family yet taught you that staring is quite rude?” A gruff and grumbled voice projected from beneath his bushy mustache. You removed your eyes quickly from the grey-green envelope. He carried the corners back towards each other, closing the file to place it on his lap.

“They did, I apologize.” You moved to turn your body away from him, crossing your left leg over your right to lean against the window, eyes dragging sleepily over the quickly passing trees. You hadn’t even been aware the train had started moving again. Your accent seemed to surprise the man.

“American?” He queried. You nodded, turning your head back to look in his direction. “If I may be so bold and ask, are you traveling to London?”

“Yes, actually. I hope to travel home once I arrive there.” You pondered quickly over the depth of information you wanted to share with the man. “I lost my passport while visiting Inverness, I need to speak to the police in London to figure out how I can get home without it.” 

The man’s mustache lifted gently with a slight smile. “Well, I suppose it’s a good thing we met today, my name is Chester Campbell, I’m an Inspector with the Scotland yard. I can get you a travel visa in Birmingham tomorrow, and then the day after you can be on a boat in London sailing back to the states.” He enthusiastically put his hand to his knee, outwardly excited for the upcoming few days. Your warning alarms were blaring in your head, but you doubted this man would let you stray away from the plan he just created.

“May I see your identification?” You hoped he would be too excited to hear in your voice how deeply you distrusted him. “It’s awfully dangerous for a young woman like myself to be traveling with a stranger who can’t prove his identity.” A shy smile lit your face gently, hoping to ease your own tension. He gave off waves of steeled and attuned senses to something. What it was you couldn’t pinpoint, but you could barely manage to stay in the same car with the way your skin suddenly crawled.

“Of course m’lady,” He handed you his badge after drawing it from within his breast pocket on his overcoat. All his information seemed appropriate for a man of his age and stature, and your hackles smoothed down with the small comfort that he was in fact a police officer. “Anything for the comfort of the fairer sex.” 

Ew. Forget your skin crawling, you felt violently ill. But he could get you to America sooner. Although, what the hell would be good about being a woman traveling by herself to her nonexistent home in the states? Where would you even go once you got to New York? Dangers lurk around every turn, this Inspector Campbell was proof of this. I can’t give this opportunity away, as much as I dislike him. I might not get another chance to fall into my lap like this. “Thank you, Inspector.” A response finally fell through your teeth as you handed his badge back to him, and he tucked it back into its place within his coat. A tense conversation of small talk filled the remainder of the ride to Birmingham, your trust in him was nonexistent, and the hour and 30 minute ride didn’t improve it.

-

Stretching your legs from the excruciatingly long train ride was a welcomed feeling, stepping off the train and onto the Birmingham station platform. The sun was setting and you needed a drink. The trunk in your hand bumped your leg as you walked with it, eager to get away from that god forsaken room the Inspector filled with conversation through the entire ride. Swiftly asking those scattered around the buildings surrounding the station, The Garrison seemed to be the only pub within walking distance and price range, and so you started your venture to find food and drink. Your legs carried you away from the station as fast as possible before the Inspector had the chance to corner and engage you in yet another drawn-out commentary on the weather. 

The Inspector had also offered to take you out for dinner, but you refused politely as you were collecting your things on the train to leave swiftly. If an hour of his time was grating years off of your life like it seemed to have done, you can’t imagine dinner with him. It might kill you on the spot. 

The intricate details on the glass of the front façade gave The Garrison an odd aura that felt so very welcoming and warm, and yet the building itself had a feeling of owning wary and watchful eyes. Pushing through the doors, the rubber of your shoes squealed loudly against the marble flooring, catching the eyes of many of the other patrons through the frosted glass. You paused against the second set of doors to steady yourself and grip the handle of your carrying case before walking directly to the golden bar top and shimmying up onto a stool.

It wasn’t a great bar, in fact it was barely more than four walls, a few windows, and a mountain of liquor. The lighting was dim, keeping the more unseemly stains from the eyes of the customers. The woodworking of the booths behind you was gorgeous, beautiful craftsmanship that was beer spackled and possibly pissed on. The woodwork behind the bar seemed less abused, instead worn and well loved, and before you could admire it any further, the tall bartender asked you for your order.

“What food do you have here?” You asked swiftly, running on fumes and short tempered from the train ride. You, very less than subtly, reached down your shirt to where you had stashed the 20 pounds in your bra. Luckily The Garrison paid no attention, and you were able to order the largest meal the man in front of you could provide: a few slices of sourdough bread, cheese and a small chicken breast with potatoes. Pairing it with a large stein of beer, you were barely awake by last call, nearly asleep on the bar after everyone else had cleared out, except for the strange group of men that had been in and out of the corner room over the course of the night. 

“Ma’am, I hate to do this to you, but you can’t sleep at the bar tonight.” The bartender leaned against the golden surface with a rag over his shoulder. God knows what time it was, and there was no possible way of getting you to care. 

“Is there anywhere nearby for less than,” You did a quick tally in your mind to count the remaining coins in your pocket. “10 pounds a night?” Lifting your head from the counter to gaze up at the barman.

He sighed above you. “Look, don’t let anyone know about it, and I’ll let you sleep at one of the booths for tonight. You seem like a good enough woman, but tomorrow morning you are done loitering here and you’ll move along.” He bargained, and your heart leapt in your chest at the grace of the cards that have been falling into place around you. 

“Thank you so much, sir. I’ll help you open tomorrow morning if that would help at all, I really do mean to earn my keep for tonight.” You suggested, overexcited at the fact you had a place to stay the night. He seemed to chew on the idea in his mind for a moment.

“I don’t see why that wouldn’t work.” He nodded. “The name’s Harry Fenton, I own the Garrison.”

“I’m (y/n),” You smiled slightly. “And I think I will be going to bed now.”

notes pt2. : woooaaah holy crap that was a lot im so sorry for such a long intro chapter but trust itll make sense next chapter :P i legit worked on this chapter for a week and I will try my best to learn how to make a freakin masterlist now that im finally back into writing stuffs :> idk when pt 2 will be out but i can start a tag list if anyone wants to be added

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- That 70s Show (Eric or Hyde) [any character]

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Deceiver

Part Five Tommy Shelby x reader CW: slow burn, arguing

You've been involved with the Peaky Blinders business for a few years now, undiscovered as a woman posing as a man. Now the Shelby boys have grown suspicious of you and want you found out.

an: set in season one

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previous part

Grace set up a meeting with Campbell. Her main objective being to discover the connection between you and Tommy, she could tell that you didn't like her but she didn't know why.

"It's suspicious, I can't think of why some kind of outsider would be getting more time with Tommy than his own brothers." Grace said in hushed tones as she and Campbell walked around a public garden just outside Birmingham.

"This was not your objective. I don't want you getting distracted with other dangers in this work." Campbell reasoned and she rolled her eyes.

"It is connected, I'm telling you. If I can get close to someone near him as well as him I might be able to unearth the structure of the organisation itself." She walked to observe some lilies that looked dreadfully unhappy outside.

"I'm not happy about you pursuing this, what reasoning do you have?" He asked.

"They spend a lot of private time just the two of them but in hushed voices, not like they are when it's the brothers and it's loud. I don't often see Eddie getting violent the same as the others, I don't know…I just think there's something there is all." Grace looked at Campbell and he sighed.

"Proceed as you see fit." He finished before Grace walked away.

You had been daydreaming about waking up next to Thomas for weeks now. Even though you'd never had sex before you weren't even sure it was that, you just wanted to be close to him. Feel him next to you, be able to touch him without fear of being found by someone. You knew that nothing could change in terms of secrecy but it was so mentally straining for you. Being someone's dirty little secret and nothing had even happened between you, well not really. You supposed feeling expendable due to Tommy was a common feeling in the organisation even though you felt so alone in all of it. Having feelings towards Thomas was very alienating because there was no one to discuss it with, the mere mention of the Shelby's would have a confidant running.

All you wanted was for him to want you. You wanted to be loved, you wanted to be adored and you wanted it to be from Tommy. You knew he had some kind of feelings for you. There was something there, you just didn't know what was going on in his mind that would mean he couldn't tell you. Without him…you would have to move on, away from this place because you couldn't imagine seeing him with someone else. It was too painful to consider that Tommy could want someone other than you. Even though that was extremely selfish and self-centered you couldn't help it.

"Eddie?" A voice took you out of your inner thoughts and you looked up at Polly across the table.

"Yeah, sorry. I agree." You rubbed your eyes and she looked perplexed.

"You agree you want your tea leaves read?" She asked with a raised eyebrow and you realised you were in a tearoom out with Polly for a catch up.

"Sorry, I'm just exhausted after this week. Not sure why." You slightly smiled and she shook her head.

"That's not it. You're conflicted about something, I just don't know what it is." She narrowed her eyes and you couldn't help but wonder if the tea leaves would leave your secrets wide open.

Polly took the cup and circled it a few times before turning it upside down quickly with a sharp bang that made you jump. She smiled until she turned over the cup and her lips bent out of shape into a worried look.

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad." You smiled but Polly shook her head.

"It's scattered, I thought I couldn't get a clear reading but it's there. A death symbol. There are enemies all around you, their resentment is what causes you danger and you have to escape it until you are safe." She paused, "But…on the rim is the angel sign, that you will have good news in terms of love in the future. That there will be good things coming your way but not for a while."

"Well that's fucking bleak, Polly." You slumped down in your chair.

"It's not a sure thing. Readings can change week by week depending on the choices you make. But I warn you, there is some outside force, someone you know but aren't close to and they only have bad thoughts about you." Polly looked you dead in your eyes and you focussed on the black eyeliner around her eyes.

"Is that who the death symbol is about?" You asked.

"Possibly, this denotes that at some point everyone will betray you but it can depend on how the symbol is spread out so it's difficult to know." She filled the cup back up with tea and you sighed.

"I suppose I'll have to keep my guard up to acquaintances then. Just when I was getting sociable, eh?" You grinned and Polly rolled her eyes.

"You're ridiculous is what you are. Just be vigilant, you know…ask Tommy about someone's history or something like that." She pushed the teacup back towards you.

Later that day you were in the betting shop checking over some numbers when you noticed a different handwriting to normal in the books. You knocked on Arthur's door, book in hand before opening it.

"Who's been doing these books, Arthur?" You asked as you put the book infront of him.

"Ah, I asked for some help…" he paused and you looked at him expectantly "some help from the barmaid."

"The barmaid?" You asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh come on. I'm no good at maths and she was just there." Arthur couldn't reach your eyeline.

"Then why didn't you come to me!" You yelled, "I do the books when you can't so why didn't you just ask me?"

"I don't know! I was doing them in the back of the pub and she offered." Arthur rubbed his face with his hand and you groaned.

"For fuck sake Arthur! What if she's a mole or something? We don't know her, we don't know her past." Sitting down in front of Arthur you slammed your hand down on the desk and he stood up.

"Think you can come in here and fucking lecture me about secrets eh! I've got a mind to fucking tell everyone out there-" you stopped him with a punch to the face.

"Don't you fucking dare threaten me like that, I don't deserve it and you know it. You made the wrong decision." You snatched the book off the desk and walked out as Arthur sat down with a bloody nose.

"What the fuck happened?" Tommy hissed near your ear about an hour later "My brother is icing his nose and you've got a bleeding knuckle."

"It were his fault." You didn't even look up and Tommy dragged you too your feet before taking you too his office.

"I'll repeat myself. What the fuck happened!" He yelled as the door closed.

"He let Grace do the fucking books! Someone we don't know, someone who doesn't work on this side, someone we can't trust!" You screamed back and Tommy swore under his breath.

"Well why did you punch him?" He asked, more calmly.

"He threatened me." You were determined to not get emotional and kept your voice monotone.

"Are you alright?" Tommy asked in a softer tone.

"Yes I'm fucking alright," you said mockingly, "I can look after myself."

"That right hmm? You're being childish." Tommy shook his head.

"I'm being childish? How about the fact that you're shagging the barmaid and your judgement is clouded, huh?" You looked him in the eyes and you couldn't help but let your eyes water.

"That's not your business." Tommy walked toward the door but you stopped him, holding his arm.

"Stop speaking to me as your worker." You whispered.

"Well what would you prefer?" Tommy spat.

"What has got into you? Arthur did something stupid but apparently I'm to blame? Why are you protecting her?" Your voice quivered and you hated that you were coming across weakly.

"You also did something stupid, and my business with Grace isn't your concern." Tommy pulled his arm away and walked out of his office.

You felt the book drop from your arms and hit the floor with a noise that could have shuddered the room. But you didn't move or jump, you just stood there in disbelief of what had just happened. What had you done? It was all ruined, it was all gone, all wrong. Maybe it was for appearances, giving you a hard time. But who was here to see the performance? You couldn't believe that Thomas was done with you, it was beyond your understanding that he would ever do that because he needed you, didn't he?

You quickly walked home after leaving Tommy's office. Shutting the door you let out a breath and sighed, unable to exist in this house without seeing images of Tommy everywhere. You covered your eyes with your hands and groaned, you'd done this to yourself when you got close to that fucker. Letting him into your life and your world meant you were a vulnerability to him and you couldn't be the same as before. At least...you didn't see a way that you could be the same as before.

Tommy didn't know what to do. He had walked outside for some air and a cigarette because he couldn't process what had just happened. You were right of course, Arthur had been a prat but Tommy went off the handle after your mention of Grace because hearing you say her name left a bitter taste in his mouth. He didn't want the two of you to interact or know one another or anything. You were his perfect secret, his one true meaning of happiness and now it might as well all be shattered. Tommy wasn't shagging Grace but he was seeing her, more than you would probably like. But it wasn't the same, he didn't feel anything for Grace because it was all strategy. Now, he might have to start trying to feel something.

He walked out of the betting shop and into the Garrison, it was near the end of everyone's shift anyways so Tommy supposed everyone would already be in there.

"You alright, brother?" Arthur asked and Tommy nodded, "Fucking shiner he gave me." Arthur laughed.

"You did deserve it." Tommy said as he sat on the stool next to Arthur.

"Regardless, let's have a few fucking drinks. It's the end of the week we should be partying today." His brother ordered two whisky's and two beers.

"You planning a party then?" Tommy grinned.

"Oh it's always a party after work for me, Tommy." Arthur downed the whisky and Tommy followed suit.

It was a few hours later and the two brothers were sufficiently drunk, laughing, tripping over and singing. The regulars at the Garrison didn't know what to make of it all, Tommy Shelby singing seemed like a rumour no one would believe. Tommy even pulled Grace around from the bar and took her into the private room, accompanied by Arthur's booming laughter.

"Are you alright, Tommy?" Grace asked with a smirk.

"I...I am sufficient- sufficiently alright pretty lady." He sat down with a large bump on the booth chair and Grace took the opportunity to sit on his lap.

You decided you couldn't be in this house right now, there was no way to exist downstairs without being reminded of what happened earlier with Tommy. He was rarely at the Garrison in the evening nowadays, too consumed with his pipe or work to bother with socialising. Walking towards the pub there were a few rowdy noises from inside but nothing out of the ordinary. It was when you walked inside that you realised most of the noise was coming from Arthur who was singing and laughing. When he saw you he yelled happily and pulled you over to have a drink with him.

"I'm not even angry at you for this," he pointed at his cheek, "because it was a fucking good punch!" He started laughing.

"I'm glad you're being appreciative," you shook your head and smiled. Arthur slid a small glass of whisky over to you and you said fuck it before downing it.

"Oh fuck me." You squeezed your eyes shut and hit the bar at the feeling of the harsh liquid touching your taste buds and your throat.

"It's good shit. I tell you that, it'll get you drunk in a few shots. Barman! Another!" Arthur yelled and you realised you hadn't seen Grace yet.

"Where's Grace, Arthur?" You asked.

"Oh, who fucking knows." He said before downing another drink.

"Shall we go into the other room? John and the rest of them might be in there" You stood up with your whisky and walked towards the door, very clear headed until you opened the door.

The scene you saw when you turned on the light made your stomach turn. Grace was sitting on Tommy's lap making out with him, his hand on her breast whilst she tossed him off. When the light illuminated the room they both jumped up and began to pull on their clothes. Closing the door hurriedly you put your glass on the bar and practically ran out of the Garrison.

You ran as long as your body would allow because there was this heaviness on your chest that wouldn't allow you to breathe. Pausing your eyes filled with tears and you crouched down for a moment of respite because you knew after this it would all be pain. Standing up you looked toward the Garrison and back to the dark road ahead and you didn't think you could go back. But...then you heard him.

"Stop! Please!" Tommy yelled as he ran towards you but you ran faster.

The only thing that inhibited you was the heaviness on your chest that made you want to sob. When Tommy caught up with you he tackled you to the ground and you fought against him with your hands but he pinned you on the floor of a dark alley, making you stare into his eyes. You pushed him off you before standing up brushing yourself down and sitting on a barrel. Tommy followed suit and pulled a box to sit opposite you.

"You told me it was nothing." You said quietly and Tommy sighed.

"I was drunk and I missed you and the thought of your touch. Even imagining it makes me want you." Tommy whined and you couldn't believe his drunken state would make him so honest.

"Is that an excuse? I knew you were with her in that way, that you wanted to touch her that...way. But still you denied it." You took off your cap and ran your hand through your hair that had flopped to one side.

"It wasn't her that I wanted. I was thinking of your touch, of your body," Tommy got up and walked closer to you before crouching infront of you "When you're not with me all I think about is you." He looked into your eyes that began to fill with tears.

"But we can never be as one. Not in this life." You wiped your eyes and Tommy took hold of your hands.

"I don't care, we must be free from all of this, all of the expectation, this acceptable way to be. I cannot think without you being on my mind and I want you so badly." He looked down at both of your hands that were intertwined.

"But Tommy, there's a bullet with your name on it. We cannot escape all that had happened already and we'd be foolish to think that we could." You reasoned and Tommy ripped his hands away from you before standing up.

"Why don't you want me?" Tommy sounded insanely vulnerable and you weren't sure how to respond so you stayed quiet but that only frustrated him more "Why did you pretend that you wanted me!" He yelled and you covered your face with your hands.

"I-I do. But we can't ignore what had happened!" You pulled your hands away from your face and stood up, "Campbell, the Lees and whoever else will come looking for us if we try to run away." You yelled back at him whilst walking closer to him.

"I'll kill them all, all of them for you," Tommy said quietly, running his hand up your chest and resting on the back of your neck. You looked down but could feel Tommy's intoxicating eyeline running all over you.

"How can we be together?" You whispered looking up at him, Tommy's other hand moved up to your cheek and he looked down at you in a state of disbelief that you were so beautiful.

"I cannot be without you. I know I've been a coward and could only let these feeling out when I'm drunk but fuck...my feeling for you are so real." Tommy didn't want to let you go, fearing that the moment he did you would never be able to come back to him.

"I feel the same way." You said softly, bringing Tommy's hand from your cheek and kissing one of his knuckles. They felt rough against your lips and Tommy couldn't handle how perfect you were.

"Whatever happens I won't, I can't loose you or put you in harm's way." Tommy kissed your hand in return and the feeling it gave you was unimaginable.

"Tommy?" An Irish accent called from the distance and interrupted the two of you.

"Oh fuck," you looked down and let go of Tommy's hand which hurt him more than he liked to admit.

"I'll get rid of her I promise." Tommy told you with a smile then suddenly he was Mr Thomas Shelby again, cap on a slight tilt with eyes that would make anyone feel uncomfortable.

As Tommy walked towards the voice you sat down on the barrel and sighed, what the fuck had you got yourself into.

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[jamesbracket]

The matchups have arrived!

This tournament includes 96 characters named James, Jim, Jimmy, and Jay (with some others too), and they will all be competing in 6 brackets of 16, and the winners of those will be participating in two semifinals, and the winners of the semifinals will fight each other in the final finals! (Basically, it’s just how I did it on @blue-character-brawl, but with the amount of participants cut in half.)

Here are the matchups:

Bracket 1

Jim Hopper (Stranger Things) VS. Jim Halpert (The Office)

James “Rhodey” Rhodes (Marvel) VS. James “Bucky” Barnes (Marvel)

James Bonde (Moriarty the Patriot) VS. James Blond (Super Mario Brothers Super Show)

Jim Rockford (The Rockford Files) VS. James Bond (James Bond)

Jimmy Carter (Real Life) VS. James Madison (Hamilton)

James Byrd (@byrdsfly) VS. James Byrd (Spyro the Dragon)

JayMoji (Real Life) VS. James Phryllas (Real Life)

Jimmy Z (Wild Kratts) VS. Jimmy T (WarioWare)

Bracket 2

James Baxter (Adventure Time) VS. James (Adventure Time)

Jamestown, Virginia (Real Life) VS. James Webb Telescope (Real Life)

Jim Henson (Real Life) VS. Jim Davis (Real Life)

Jimmy Olsen (DC Comics) VS. Jim Gordon (DC Comics)

Jay Gatsby (The Great Gatsby) VS. James Henry Trotter (James and the Giant Peach)

Jimmy Neutron (Jimmy Neutron) VS. Shimmy Jimmy (Phineas and Ferb)

James McCloud (Star Fox) VS. Jay Elbird (Ace Attorney)

James (Wii Sports) VS. James (Papa Louie)

Bracket 3

Captain James Hook (Peter Pan) VS. James Norrington (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Jim Hawkins (Treasure Island) VS. Jimmy Hopkins (Bully)

Jamie Waring (Black Swan) VS. James Flint (Black Sails)

Jamie McCrimmon (Doctor Who) VS. King James IV (Doctor Who)

Dr. James Possible (Kim Possible) VS. Jimmy Pesto Jr. (Bob’s Burgers)

Prince James (Once Upon a Time) VS. James (Princess and the Frog)

jim teacher (This TikTok) VS. Nagasaki James (Noonbit Man)

James March (American Horror Story) VS. James Vane (The Picture of Dorian Gray)

Bracket 4

James (Pokémon) VS. James T. Kirk (Star Trek)

James the Red Engine (Thomas and Friends) VS. James P. Sullivan (Monsters, Inc.)

Jamie Fraser (Outlander) VS. James Sunderland (Silent Hill 2)

James Ironwood (RWBY) VS. Private Jimmy (Red vs Blue)

James Rallison (Real Life) VS. James Huckle (The Search for Santa Paws)

Jay Walker (Ninjago) VS. Jimmy McGill (Better Call Saul)

Jaime Lannister (Game of Thrones) VS. Jimmy Novak (Supernatural)

Jem Carstairs (The Infernal Devices) VS. James Herondale (The Last Hours)

Bracket 5

James Wilson (House MD) VS. Jamie Tartt (Ted Lasso)

Jim Lake Jr. (Trollhunters) VS. James Hunter (Animal Ark)

James (The Walking Dead) VS. Jimmy (Scott Pilgrim)

James-Roman Grilfalinas (@artificialkids-2k23-official) VS. Jimmy Lightning (Peggle)

Jamie Wellerstein (The Last Five Years) VS. Jamie Winter (Midsomer Murders)

James Holden (The Expanse) VS. James Ford (Lost)

James Garrett (Zoey 101) VS. James Amber (Life is Strange)

Jay Merrick (Marble Hornets) VS. Meanie Jim (Junie B. Jones)

Bracket 6

Jim Moriarty (Sherlock Holmes) VS. James Maguire (Derry Girls)

James Black (Detective Conan) VS. James Gunn (Real Life)

James the Cat (James the Cat) VS. Jimmy the Robot (The Aquabats)

Jimmy King (Emmerdale) VS. Jim Johnman (Monster Factory)

Jame Palrose (Terror Island) VS. Jimmy (Johnny the Homicidal Maniac)

James Diamond (Big Time Rush) VS. James Herriot (All Creatures Great and Small)

James West (The Wild Wild West) VS. James Maxwell (We Happy Few)

Jimmy Campbell (Bandstand) VS. James E. Negatus (Yonderland)

Round 1 of Brackets 1 and 2 will be going up on Saturday, May 20!

[callisteios]

pilgrimage quiz bibliography

I really wasn't joking

Blickle, P. The Revolution of 1525. Thomas A. Brady, Jr. and H.C. Erik Midelfort (trans.). Baltimore. 1985

Connolly, D.K. The maps of Matthew Paris: Medieval journeys through space, time and liturgy. Woodbridge, Suffolk, UK. 2009

Foster-Campbell, M. 'Pilgrimage through the pages: Pilgrim’s Badges in late medieval devotional manuscripts' in Push me, pull you: Imaginative and emotional interaction in late medieval and Renaissance art. S. Blick and L.D. Gelfand (eds.) Leiden. 2011

Geary, P. 'Humiliation of Saints.' In Saints and their cults: studies in religious sociology, folklore, and history. Stephen Wilson (ed.). London. 1985.

de Hamel, C. A History of Illuminated Manuscripts. London. 1986

Hildegard von Bingen. Physica. Reiner Hildebrandt and Thomas Gloning (eds.). Berlin. 2010

Kerr, J. Monastic Hospitality: The Benedictines in England, c.1070-c.1250. Woodbridge. 2007

Salvadore, M. 'The Ethiopian Age of Exploration: Prester John’s Discovery of Europe, 1306-1458.' Journal of World History, 21. 2011. pp. 593 - 627

Shultz, E. Gothic and Renaissance Art in Nuremberg 1300-2550. New York. 1986

Thanks to @viasplat for typing up the pentiment bibliography! you saved me a bunch of work

[bethanydelleman]

Do you think the Prices are sort of how the Wickhams are going to turn out in 10 - 15 years? They share a lot of similarities (husband can't work in his profession anymore, always low on money, she's trying to keep the family in order (unsuccessfully) he couldn't care less, rich relatives have to financially support them etc.).

Also imagine the Darcys adopting one of the Wickham daughters (but obviously treating her way better than Fanny was, maybe she becomes the next Jane Fairfax 👀).

Idk where I'm going with this but I just think the end of P&P has potential as a Mansfield Park AU.

First, to address their similarities, Wickham is still in the military as far as we know by the end of the novel. He may continue in it for a long time, which would provide a far better income than half-pay from the Marines. However, Mrs. Price has her dowry, so they do end up being about equal financially. The biggest difference is that Mrs. Price threw off her family while the Wickhams most definitely did not.

Also, despite being somewhat financially irresponsible, the Prices must still have the £7000 because otherwise they would be actually, really destitute, not in genteel poverty. So kudos to Mr. Price for just being a drunk and not a gambler like Wickham. His £4000 (£1000 legacy and £3000 in lieu of the living) is definitely gone.

The real question is how many children the Wickhams end up having. The Prices probably would have been fine with three, maybe even five, it was the sheer number that finally drove Mrs. Price to finally beg for forgiveness and cash. The best case scenario would be if Wickham's "enjoyments" have resulted in sterilization. If they had a lot of children, I can easily see either the Bingleys or the Darcys either taking the children in or paying for them to attend school.

As for taking in, I've considered that idea myself and even written it. I think the Darcys would probably be much more like the Campbells with Jane Fairfax than the Bertrams with Fanny. I cannot see Elizabeth allowing anyone to treat a girl like Mrs. Norris does or being so neglectful in child raising. And while Darcy does share some traits with Sir Thomas, I can't see him being quite as strict or blind to evil. We also know Darcy is willing to banish his own family members, so someone like Mrs. Norris wouldn't be permitted to leech on and fester.

[thenamelessreader]

The Folio Book of Horror Stories, by the Folio Society

A beautiful collection of short horror stories by The Folio Society, published in 2018. Considering most (don't quote me on this!) of these stories are in the public domain or legally accessible online, they can be read online with a quick google search. However, this edition is outright marvelous, and evidently, tons of love has been poured into the creation of it - Corey Brickley's illustrations are divine and it also contains writer and editor Ramsey Campbell's introduction, both of which tie the collection beautifully.

Writing a review of each story wouldn't be too affective, as each is unique on its own. I have read The Yellow Wallpaper and House of Usher and both are beautifully written and depict aspects of supernatural horror (Poe) and psychological horror (Gilman), and the collection provides a great opportunity to expose oneself to short horror stories from the 18th century up until modern times. An awesome book to introduce readers to the different subgenres of horror before deepdiving into full-lenght books! The list of the stories are as follows:

▪︎ The Fall of the House of Usher, by Edgar Allan Poe (1839)

▪︎ The Yellow Wallpaper, by Charlotte Perkins Gilman (1892)

▪︎ Count Magnus, by M. R. James (1904)

▪︎ The White People, by Arthur Machen (1904)

▪︎ Ancient Lights, by Algernon Blackwood (1912)

▪︎ The Music of Erich Zann, by H. P. Lovecraft (1922)

▪︎ Smoke Ghost, by Fritz Leiber (1941)

▪︎ Brenda, by Margaret St. Clair (1954)

▪︎ The Bus, by Shirley Jackson (1965)

▪︎ Again, by Ramsey Campbell (1981)

▪︎ Vastarien, by Thomas Ligotti (1987)

▪︎ Call Home, by Dennis Etchison (1991)

▪︎ 1408, by Stephen King (2002)

▪︎ Flowers of the Sea, by Reggie Oliver (2011)

▪︎ Hippocampus, by Adam Nevill (2015)

ʙ ᴏ ᴏ ᴋ _ ʀ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ɴ ɢ : ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

[blueharborhq]

i’ve been admiring this group from afar for a while now and would love to join when space opens up! so in the meantime: who are your members most wanted 50+ faces they’d like to see in the future? ✨

First of all, thank you so much for the interest lovely! We absolutely cannot wait to have you as soon as we're able! I've asked our members, and they all love faceclaims 50+ so much that they've given you quite an extensive list of options to choose from — as well as some great wanted connections that I'll add onto the end for you! They've even suggested some good places to look for resources if you were in need of them: HERE and HERE.

Hank Azaria, Monica Bellucci, Nick Offerman, Giancarlo Esposito, Timothy Olyphant, Sandra Oh, Kristin Scott Thomas, Kim Yunjin, Salma Hayek, Carla Gugino, Idris Elba, Mahershala Ali, Neve Campbell, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Jason Scott Lee, Mads Mikkelsen, Adrian Holmes, Nicole Kidman, Aishwarya Rai Bachchan, Vera Farmiga, Keanu Reeves, Laz Alonso, Zahn McClarnon, Winona Ryder, Raul Esparza, Sofia Vergara, Eva Mendes, Arjun Rampal, Melissa McCarthy, Cate Blanchett, Djimon Hounsou, Benedict Wong, Matthew Lillard, Famke Janssen, Michelle Yeoh, Taraji P Henson, Ben Mendelsohn, and some more MWF 50+ from this previous answer.

For wanted connections:

Nilay Bailey's adoptive parents, Jasmine and Richard ( unposted ).

Phoebe Yates' mother.

Leon Wozniak's ex-friend / business partner ( unposted ).

Terry Lowenstein's ex partner.

Dahlia Young's estranged mother.

Jia Kim's wife.

Cassie Westwood's husband.

[nem0c]

Vietnam War - Galaxy Science Fiction Magazine, June 1968

Sourced from: http://natsmusic.net/articles_galaxy_magazine_viet_nam_war.htm

Transcript Below

We the undersigned believe the United States must remain in Vietnam to fulfill its responsibilities to the people of that country.

Karen K. Anderson, Poul Anderson, Harry Bates, Lloyd Biggle Jr., J. F. Bone, Leigh Brackett, Marion Zimmer Bradley, Mario Brand, R. Bretnor, Frederic Brown, Doris Pitkin Buck, William R. Burkett Jr., Elinor Busby, F. M. Busby, John W. Campbell, Louis Charbonneau, Hal Clement, Compton Crook, Hank Davis, L. Sprague de Camp, Charles V. de Vet, William B. Ellern, Richard H. Eney, T. R. Fehrenbach, R. C. FitzPatrick, Daniel F. Galouye, Raymond Z. Gallun, Robert M. Green Jr., Frances T. Hall, Edmond Hamilton, Robert A. Heinlein, Joe L. Hensley, Paul G. Herkart, Dean C. Ing, Jay Kay Klein, David A. Kyle, R. A. Lafferty, Robert J. Leman, C. C. MacApp, Robert Mason, D. M. Melton, Norman Metcalf, P. Schuyler Miller, Sam Moskowitz, John Myers Myers, Larry Niven, Alan Nourse, Stuart Palmer, Gerald W. Page, Rachel Cosgrove Payes, Lawrence A. Perkins, Jerry E. Pournelle, Joe Poyer, E. Hoffmann Price, George W. Price, Alva Rogers, Fred Saberhagen, George O. Smith, W. E. Sprague, G. Harry Stine (Lee Correy), Dwight V. Swain, Thomas Burnett Swann, Albert Teichner, Theodore L. Thomas, Rena M. Vale, Jack Vance, Harl Vincent, Don Walsh Jr., Robert Moore Williams, Jack Williamson, Rosco E. Wright, Karl Würf.

We oppose the participation of the United States in the war in Vietnam.

Forrest J. Ackerman, Isaac Asimov, Peter S. Beagle, Jerome Bixby, James Blish, Anthony Boucher, Lyle G. Boyd, Ray Bradbury, Jonathan Brand, Stuart J. Byrne, Terry Carr, Carroll J. Clem, Ed M. Clinton, Theodore R. Cogswell, Arthur Jean Cox, Allan Danzig, Jon DeCles, Miriam Allen deFord, Samuel R. Delany, Lester del Rey, Philip K. Dick, Thomas M. Disch, Sonya Dorman, Larry Eisenberg, Harlan Ellison, Carol Emshwiller, Philip José Farmer, David E. Fisher, Ron Goulart, Joseph Green, Jim Harmon, Harry Harrison, H. H. Hollis, J. Hunter Holly, James D. Houston, Edward Jesby, Leo P. Kelley, Daniel Keyes, Virginia Kidd, Damon Knight, Allen Lang, March Laumer, Ursula K. LeGuin, Fritz Leiber, Irwin Lewis, A. M. Lightner, Robert A. W. Lowndes, Katherine MacLean, Barry Malzberg, Robert E. Margroff, Anne Marple, Ardrey Marshall, Bruce McAllister, Judith Merril, Robert P. Mills, Howard L. Morris, Kris Neville, Alexei Panshin, Emil Petaja, J. R. Pierce, Arthur Porges, Mack Reynolds, Gene Roddenberry, Joanna Russ, James Sallis, William Sambrot, Hans Stefan Santesson, J. W. Schutz, Robin Scott, Larry T. Shaw, John Shepley, T. L. Sherred, Robert Silverberg, Henry Slesar, Jerry Sohl, Norman Spinrad, Margaret St. Clair, Jacob Transue, Thurlow Weed, Kate Wilhelm, Richard Wilson, Donald A. Wollheim.

[redd956]

58 Books Reading List

Originally made for myself; decided to post it (Have already read several, and some I added many for others to look into because I read them and they were fire)

CW: Primarily depressing????

Dracula by Bram Stoker

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

The Fox and the Hound by Daniel P. Mannix

Animal Farm by George Orwell

The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Metro 2033 by Dmitry Glukhovsky

Dune by Frank Herbert

Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

Watership Down by Richard Adams

Who Goes There? by John W. Campbell

Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain

Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes

The Liar's Club by Mary Karr

Felidae by Akif Pirinçci

House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski

A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

Aeon Legion: Labyrinth by J. P. Beaubien

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou

Reading Lolita In Tehran by Azar Nafisi

The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle

Percy Jackson & The Olympians by Rick Riordan

Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison

Night by Elie Wiesel

A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle

The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty

Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe

The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger

Holes by Louis Sachar

The Jungle by Upton Sinclair

The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien

Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston

Moby Dick by Herman Melville

The Plague Dogs by Richard Adams

The Call of the Wild by Jack London

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

Raptor Red by Robert T. Bakker

Beloved by Tori Morrison

Lord of the Flies by William Golding

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

Life of Pi by Yann Martel

Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer

Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris

Slaughterhouse 5 by Kurt Vonnegut

Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones

Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett

Shadow of the Conqueror by Shad Brooks

Le Morte d'Arthur by Thomas Malory

The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton

A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque

Middlemarch by George Eliot

The Color Purple by Alice Walker

The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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Loosely based on the Charles Dickens’ classic novel, “Great Expectations” is a sensual tale of a young man’s unforgettable passage into manhood, and the three individuals who will undeniably change his life forever. Through the surprising interactions of these vivid characters, “Great Expectations” takes a unique and contemporary look at life’s great coincidences. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Finnegan Bell: Ethan Hawke Estella: Gwyneth Paltrow Walter Plane: Hank Azaria Joe: Chris Cooper Ms. Dinsmoor: Anne Bancroft Prisoner / Lustig: Robert De Niro Jerry Ragno: Josh Mostel Maggie: Kim Dickens Erica Thall: Nell Campbell Owen: Gabriel Mann Finnegan at Age 10: Jeremy James Kissner Estella at Age 10: Raquel Beaudene Carter Macleish: Stephen Spinella Ruth Shepard: Marla Sucharetza Lois Pope: Isabelle Anderson Man on Phone: Peter Jacobson Marcy: Drena De Niro Anton Le Farge: Lance Reddick Mr. Barrow: Craig Braun Mrs. Barrow: Kim Snyder Security Guard: Nicholas Wolfert Ted Rabinowitz: Gerry Bamman Senator Elwood: Dorin Seymour Hitman #1: Clem Caserta Hitman #2: Frank Pietrangolare Hitman #3: Dennis Paladino Hitman #4: Clem Caserta Jr. Cop on Boat: Marc Macaulay Clemma: Ana Susana Gerardino Waiter: Francis Dumaurier Lover: Pedro Barquin 7 Year Old Girl: Kendall Williamson Singing Indian Woman: Shobha Jain Singing Indian Girl: Aditi Jain Anchor Woman: Margo Peace Waitress: Kimmy Suzuki Doorman: John P. Casey Taxi Driver: Adusah Boakye Gallery Waitress: Dyan Kane Gallery Receptionist: Anne Ok Gallery Guest: Alva Chinn Gallery Guest: G.B. Thomas Gallery Guest: Albert Zihenni Gallery Guest: Fritz Michel Gallery Guest: Lisa Herth Gallery Guest: Nino Pepicelli Gallery Guest: Wills Robbins Gallery Guest: Jewel Turner Gallery Guest: Jim Taylor McNickle Gallery Guest: Martin Alvin Gallery Guest: William Rothlein Gallery Guest (uncredited): Maria Capp Gallery Guest (uncredited): Stephen Sherman Cop #2 (uncredited): Paul Neglio DJ (voice) (uncredited): Gary Newton Richard (uncredited): Dale Resteghini Film Crew: Director: Alfonso Cuarón Novel: Charles Dickens Original Music Composer: Patrick Doyle Screenplay: Mitch Glazer Editor: Steven Weisberg Director of Photography: Emmanuel Lubezki Production Design: Tony Burrough Art Direction: John Kasarda Set Decoration: Susan Bode Tyson Costume Design: Judianna Makovsky Sound Designer: Richard Beggs Executive Producer: Deborah Lee Producer: Art Linson Co-Producer: John Linson Casting: Jill Greenberg Sands Makeup Artist: Vivian Baker Key Makeup Artist: Angel De Angelis Makeup & Hair: Ilona Herman Makeup Artist: Manlio Rocchetti Hairstylist: Anthony Veader Key Makeup Artist: Cecilia Verardi Makeup Artist: Linda Kamp Makeup Artist: Sara Seidman Vance Movie Reviews:

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THE CASTLE OF IRON by L. Sprague de Camp and Fletcher Pratt. (New York: Gnome Press, 1950). [Harold Shea] Dust jacket illustration by Hannes Bok.

Originally published as a 35,000 word novella in Unknown, this story is set in a parallel universe where magic works. It is the third story (and second volume) in the Harold Shea series.

Unknown, April 1941. Edited by John W. Campbell.

THE CASTLE OF IRON by Sprague de Camp & Fletcher Pratt. Illustrated by Edd Cartier

“They” by Robert A. Heinlein. Illustrated by Charles Schneeman

“Over the River” by P. Schuyler Miller. Illustrated by Edd Cartier

“The Haunt” by Theodore Sturgeon. Illustrated by R. Isip

“A Length of Rope” by Chester S. Geier. Illustrated by Edd Cartier

“The Forbidden Trail” by Jane Rice. Illustrated by Edd Cartier

THE CASTLE OF IRON (New York: Pyramid, 1962) Cover by Ed Emshwiller // THE COMPLETE ENCHANTER (Garden City: Nelson Doubleday, 1975) Cover by D.K. Stone.

THE COMPLEAT ENCHANTER (New York: del Rey, 1976) Cover by the Hildebrandt Brothers.// THE CASTLE OF IRON (London: Sphere, 1979) Cover by Peter Jones.

THE COMPLETE COMPLEAT ENCHANTER (New York: Baen, 1989) Cover by Thomas Kidd // THE COMPLEAT ENCHANTER (London: Gollancz, 2000 ) Cover by Edd Cartier.

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