#William Henry Gates III

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[ricardian-werewolf]

The World Has Gone Insane!

Tagging @malkaleh, @tommi-art and @rmelster, @dreadbirate - my aforementioned Post Nuclear war Fae piece, a snippet:

Oh and our cast:

Bella Ramsey as Cecily-Anne

Harry Lloyd as Richard III

Emily Carey as Anne Neville, Lady of Middleham

Jude Hill as Edward of Middleham (the boy in the first half of the gif.)

Cameron Chapman as Henry Marchwood

With the air as cold as ever, Cecily drew the hood of her cloak up over her face and glared at the heavy cloud cover which cast a pallor over everything. She had hoped for some sun to-day, yet remembering the sight of so many workers bearing cataracts and malformations from the bright orb suspended in space, she dashed that hope. The heavy wolf’s fur of her cloak’s edge and lining kept the wind from biting too much at her exposed face. She reached for one of her ladies hands, and let herself be led up the worn and well-sanded wooden steps to her box. The path was familiar, and she was pleased that the steps leading not only to her box but to the lower benches had been swept clean. 

The tourney seats were packed. Even though this had been the fifth year in a row of such an event for Cecily, the people still clamoured for the courtly ceremonies of centuries past. Other boxes, made of fine woods embellished with the house sigils of the major northern houses, surrounded each side of the tourney’s field. The stands were arranged in a circle with two rounded gates at each end, which behind, the knights of the day’s fight waited. The suitors, numbering originally in the triple digits since it had been a country-wide call, had been shaved down to a scant 15. Cecily had discussed many with them already, but her gaze cast to the scoreboard that was set into the opposite wall from the royal box. Bearing the sigils of the major houses participating, a servant or the herald would remove the sigil card when one fell in the fights to come. 

Eventually, only one would remain. 

Cecily cast her gaze to her box’s detailing with its lattice wood screen and the curling woodwork above it, which displayed in delicate gold her sigil: The white Hart in rampart, its antlers stretching skywards. Below the golden hooves were the words: Sic Semper Tyrannis.

Thus Always to Tyrants.

Tugging back her hood, the crowd erupted in a mad frenzy of cheers and much delighted cries. The clapping of their hands and calls of Princess Cecily! Over and over made her pulse race. Not only did the tourney bring great pride (and admittedly frustration) to her father, it was also one of the instances where they were able to show off their wealth and ingenuity to the masses for who owed their fealty and existence to the house of Gloucester-Neville. Cecily curtsied to her parents in their box, and gave her brother Edward a wave. Above their heads was the Neville Bear with the Ragged Staff and the Whyte Boar in Gloucester, both in Rampart. Richard’s own motto was inscribed under the boar: Loyaulté Me Lie, and Anne’s, Alea Iacta Est:

Loyalty Binds Me, and The Die is Cast. 

Fitting words for the two people wholly responsible for the saving of the North from the horrors of this endless winter. Cecily shook her head and swept into the box. She stripped off her cloak, since there was a brazier already burning hot and she would rather be warm than shivering. She took her seat on a finely cushioned chair and turned her head to a maidservant standing quietly in the shadows. At her side, Lisa and her kin sat in a flutter of their richly adorned skirts and furs, casting aside their own cloaks and veils. Sweating through their fine garments did nothing favourable to their image.

“Are your husbands here to-day?” Cecily asked Lillian and Anise, who nodded. 

“Alfred is with your lord father’s retinue-” Anise pointed to her husband who stood amongst the brightly adorned knights of Richard’s household guard. He wore the white with the black lions of  William Catesby, while Lillian’s husband wore the wolf of Francis Lovell. Despite being part of Richard’s retinue, they were really in the service of Lovell and Catesby for the winter period. It allowed them time away from Middleham and to be in service in more desperate regions of England. Yet, they still wore upon their cloaks the Whyte Boar.

The sound of the herald blasting the horn beginning the start of the tourney rang out, and the maidservants present hastened to pull back the heavy velvet drapes that covered the side of the box closest to Richard and Anne’s. Turning her head, Cecily reached for her goblet of wine and smirked.

“My Lords and Ladies,” Richard got to his feet. Age had given her father strength and many gray hairs, but it had not made him weak in any sense. His health had not failed at all alarmingly, something that could not be said for the noble lords and ladies who crowded the other boxes to regard their Lord. Some were gormless with excess or sins, while others were nothing more than ghosts in clothes that hung limply on their forms. The sinful nature of the darkness that had blotted their sun from the sky and swept the world with fire took more than waistlines and eyesight.

It killed in masses. Cecily sipped her wine again. She knew her father’s tale by heart, for it had been the same at every tourney these past five years. 40 years ere this one, men had been driven to warfare with weapons no person of Cecily’s generation could imagine being wielded. They had brought about tongues of fire and the ash from those world-ending flames had travelled upwards past the heavens until the very sun had become blotted out. The first few years had been a groping darkness filled with discontent and madness. Millions died of hunger and petty illnesses left untreatable. Her teachers of nuns and priests called the world-ending event The Fourteen Days of Fire. However, even though histories had said that the days of fire had been maybe a mere two, the old pamphlets had advised in the event of an attack to stay indoors for fourteen days maximum. One year had turned into two, and then ten and suddenly, men began to finally organise into bands, then tribes, and finally reclaim the wreckage of their villages. Their histories had been destroyed in the fires, so once these villages began to cease killing one another for resources, they banded together once more to create towns. 

Within these towns, priests and nuns who had survived the cataclysmic event crept from their houses of worship, and with the knowledge of God they had sustained through the fires, began to work to educate the masses. Some wealthier nobles who could afford to prepare their homes against the fires emerged around this time - they became the first leaders of towns that often took their old place names and adjusted them for a dialect that had slid from discernable English toward Middle once more.

As Richard finished his speech, the knights clad in their heraldic tunics rode out onto the field and Cecily searched vainly for this supposed Henry Marchwood. She spotted him finally amongst a pack of lesser knights, and her heart shuddered in her chest.

The lattice screen of her box allowed her to see out but no knight to see in and view her until she was presented to the victor. But Sir Marchwood’s gaze cut from her father’s herald, past her parents, and locked right onto her stiff, wide-eyed gaze. His eyes were a deep, mesmerising shade of emerald, and Cecily’s fingers tightened around her goblet hard enough to dig the metal into her fingers.

She winced, and Henry’s gaze swung back to be upon her father.

“My lords, I know you fight for splendour and for the hand of my daughter. 5 years worth of men have come before you, who have stood in your places and fallen before. Some of you have returned, eager once more.” Richard’s gaze shifted to one of the men up near the scoreboard who held a red and green flag in one hand each. He opened his mouth again and Cecily noted the maids ready to drop her box’s heavy curtains.

“May the best man win!”

With a swoosh, Cecily’s box’s curtains dropped and the room darkened. Whistle blasts sounded as the man by the scoreboard dropped the green flag and the crowd let out a resounding, teeth -grinding cheer of joy. 

With Luck, I’ll have a husband by teatime.

She took another sip of wine and settled back in her seat.

[scotianostra]

On October 10th 1802 the Edinburgh Review was first published “to erect a higher standard of merit, and secure a bolder and purer taste in literature, and to apply philosophical principles and the maxims of truth and humanity to politics”.

Wandering around Edinburgh I like to connect the names of streets with their respective reasons and faces, West Port, was the west gate into the city, Princes Street, not Princess Street, as many believe was named after King George III’s two eldest sons. And Jeffrey’s Street, a favourite amongst tourists and photographers alike is named after Francis Jeffrey a struggling lawyer, who on this day in 1802 joined with Sydney Smith, Henry Brougham, and Francis Horner to establish a liberal critical periodical, The Edinburgh Review.

Jeffrey served as editor for the publications first 26 years, also contributing essays on criticism, biography, politics, and ethics. Often his work was satirical, he is also remembered for being a romantic, his critical attacks on William Wordsworth, the other Lake poets, and Lord Byron were often filled with satire, a thing I think us Scots excel at to this day.

In 1830 the Whig Party, which The Edinburgh Review had powerfully supported, came into office; and Jeffrey, who had eventually built up a reputation as an advocate, was appointed lord advocate. As a member of the House of Commons, he introduced the Scottish Reform Bill in 1831. In 1834 he was made a judge and assumed the title of Lord Jeffrey.

Of the other three involved in the launch of the review, the most well known is Henry Brougham, he was its foremost contributor, with articles on everything from science, politics, colonial policy, literature, poetry, surgery, mathematics and the fine arts, Brougham Street running into Brougham Place are named in his honour.

Edinburgh man Francis Horner contributed fourteen articles to the journal during its first few years.

English born Sidney Smith edited the first edition ,he had studied moral philosophy under Dugald Stewart as well as medicine and chemistry. He also preached in the Episcopal chapel, and lived in Edinburgh for five years, he ended up buying the Town House at 18 Buccleuch Place from Jeffrey where a plaque tells us that “Francis Jeffrey lived here 1801-1802 and here the Edinburgh Review was founded.

Among famous subscribers to the Edinburgh Review was Thomas Jefferson, who was a founding Father who served as the third president of the United States from 1801 to 1809, pics three and four are correspondence between him and his stationers in November 1823 discussing that he would like to continue his subscription.

[notasfilosoficas]

“No te compares con nadie en este mundo. Si lo haces, te estás insultando a ti mismo”

Bill Gates

William Henry Gates III, es un empresario, informático y filántropo estadounidense, nacido en Seattle, Washington en octubre de 1955.

Conocido mundialmente por haber formado junto con Paul Allen la empresa Microsoft.

Su padre era un destacado abogado y su madre profesora en la universidad de Washington y directora de un banco.

Estudió hasta el sexto grado en una escuela pública y posteriormente en una escuela privada de elite en Seattle. Es en esta escuela, en donde Bill conoció a Paul Allen quien más tarde seria su socio.

El 4 de abril de 1975, siendo aun un estudiante en la Universidad de Harvard, crea la empresa de software Microsoft. En ese mismo año, abandonó la escuela y se trasladó a la sede de MITS, una compañía americana de electronica, para pactar con esa empresa la cesión del 50% del lenguaje de computadora BASIC, quien después del tiempo serviría de base para el desarrollo de un lenguaje de programación dirigido a eventos denominado Visual Basic, del cual Microsoft utilizaría para simplificar el ambiente de desarrollo de aplicaciones desde 1998 hasta 2008.

Bill Gates presionando a quien seria luego su competidor Apple, logró tener acceso a la compañía para mejorar sus hojas de cálculo y otros programas. 

Consciente de la importancia del entorno gráfico que había mostrado Apple, de quien la interfaz gráfica y el uso del “ratón” fueron desarrollados en su sistema operativo Lisa, Gates, logró obtener legalmente el entorno gráfico y del ratón e incorporarlo directamente a su software Windows, volviéndose competidor directo de Macintosh años más tarde.

En 1980, ya como presidente de Microsoft, se reunió con altos ejecutivos de IBM y consiguió venderles su sistema operativo DOS, dejando para la propia compañía Microsoft, los derechos de la licencia y el mantenimiento, así como con la facultad de vender el mismo sistema operativo a otras compañías, volviéndose el software mas utilizado en todos los ordenadores personales del mundo y volviendo a Gates uno de los hombrea mas ricos del planeta.

En junio de 2008, Gates, abandona sus labores al frente de Microsoft, dedicado su tiempo a la Fundación Bill y Melinda Gates.

En mayo de 2021, anunció el fin de su matrimonio con Melinda Gates, después de 27 años de matrimonio.

Desde 2007 Bill Gates ocupaba el segundo lugar en la lista anual de las mayores fortunas personales realizada por la revista Forbes, detrás del empresario mexicano Carlos Slim.

Fuente Wikipedia.

[anticomedygarden]

some people say they will never believe another promise they hear in the dark

Cash just got off a sudden eight hour flight. He is soaked and tired. Somehow, that isn't his biggest problem, but Shaan may have some comfort to offer.

(or that night at Kensington from Cash's perspective)

also posted on ao3

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title from billy joel's 'an innocent man'

all of the dialogue between the beginning and them actually entering the palace is taken from the book, and because it is killing me not to properly cite it:

McQuiston, Casey. Red, White & Royal Blue: Collector's Edition: A Novel. St. Martin's Publishing Group, 2022.

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As soon as they pulled up to Kensington, Cash and Alex stepped out of the car into a downpour, and Shaan, the bastard, was the only person standing in the way of the warm, dry palace. He, of course, had an umbrella.

"Mr. Claremont-Diaz," he said. "What a treat."

Predictably, Alex didn't waste any time on formalities. "Move, Shaan."

"Ms. Bankston called ahead to warn me that you were on the way." Of course she did, Cash thought. Thank God. "As you might have guessed by the ease with which you were able to get through our gates. We thought it best to let you kick up a fuss somewhere more private."

"Move." Again, with the patience.

Shaan smiled, and Cash really thought he might throttle him. Maybe he should be the next one on the eight hour flight into the pouring rain. "You're aware it's quite late, and it's well within my power to have security remove you. No member of the royal family has invited you into the palace."

"Bullshit," Alex said through his teeth. "I need to see Henry."

Cash prepared to be arrested and vowed to never, ever tell Zahra exactly what Alex said tonight.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. The prince does not wish to be disturbed.

"Goddammit Henry!" Even better, Alex started yelling directly up to what was presumably Henry's bedroom window. {"Henry, you motherfucker!"

Cash finally decided it was time to step in, not that it would help. "Alex."

He was ignored. "Henry, you piece of shit, get your ass down here!"

"You are making a scene." Shaan said, not looking all that put out.

"Yeah?" Alex said, not quieting at all despite Cash's concerns. "How 'bout I just keep yelling and we see which of the papers show up first!"

Zahra was going to have a heart attack (if Cash didn't first).

Alex turned back to the window and started flailing his arms, too. "Henry! Your Royal fucking Highness!"

Shaan touched a finger to his earpiece. "Team Bravo, we've got a situa-"

Just then, Henry appeared in the doorway, not looking much better than Cash felt right then. "For Christ's sake, Alex, what are you doing?"

Alex stopped moving, stopped yelling, finally, his mouth still open.

He dropped his arms. "Tell him to let me in."

Henry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's fine. He can come in."

"Thank you," he said, looking at Shaan just so he could have the last word, little shit. They all walked into the palace, Henry and Alex up a massive staircase and Cash following Shaan through the empty hallways, though the word empty was honestly generous. A better description might have been cavernous. At over 6 feet tall, Cash could stretch out both arms and not ever touch a wall, and, as a man who had personally experienced the opulence and greed of the American upper-class Republican party, he wondered why anyone would ever want that. He thought about Sir George Coppin and William III and Mary II and centuries of royals who had walked these walls and attempted to feel a lick of guilt about the mud and rainwater he was tracking through them. Oh, well.

After passing half a dozen nearly identical doors, Shaan finally led them into one that was, upon further inspection, a small kitchen. A marble top island sat in the center of the room surrounded by stools with a large black fridge, oven, sink, and counter to the right. Cash was a bit surprised by how modern it looked, though he wasn't sure exactly what he was expecting. A brick oven set over a fireplace, maybe? A giant portrait of King George III? Really, he didn't know.

"You can sit down, if you'd like," Shaan said, already taking a place at the kitchen island. Cash pulled out a stool and sat down heavily across from him.

"You think they're gonna work out whatever this is?" Cash asked, wincing when he heard a shout, probably from Alex. If anyone's lungs could transcend the distance from here to Henry's bedroom, it was Alex.

Across from him, Shaan sighed sadly, betraying more emotion in a single breath than Cash had ever seen from the man, and he began to wonder if the last ten minutes were simply for show. "It may not matter if they do."

It was, Cash knew, the truth, no matter how much he wished it weren't. "I've never seen him so happy," he noted.

He knew it was incredibly cliché, but it was the truth. The kid had always been excited, maybe a little too excited, actually, but since things with Henry had gotten...important, so to speak, he'd been happy. Really happy. Not that he wasn't before, exactly, but, honestly?...He really wasn't.

Before, happy wasn't something Alex always had time for. Now, somehow between the DNC, classes, fundraisers, and media appearances, Alex had started making time for happy, and that happy came in the form of Henry. Prince Henry of Wales.

Cash knew exactly what would happen if that suddenly went away. Alex would run himself right into the ground.

When Shaan turned his shadowed face to Cash, he knew the other man was thinking the same thing. "For Henry as well." He paused, a pained look crossing his face. "I am afraid that no matter the outcome of tonight, the fallout will be devastating."

Cash couldn't help but agree.

They lapsed into silence, at least until Alex's voice speared into the room. "-fucking love you, okay?"

Groaning, Cash said, "I'm so sorry."

Shaan waved him away. "Don't worry about it. No one else in the palace should be able to hear them." Something appeared to dawn on him. "Although, Philip and Martha are here, so we can't allow them to get too loud." At Cash's uneasy look, Shaan said, "They're staying on the other side of the palace. I wouldn't be too worried."

Cash nodded. "That's good."

A couple more minutes of tense silence later, Shaan said, "Would you like something to drink?"

"Coffee, if you have it." Shaan looked at him oddly. "If this turns ugly, I should probably be awake for it."

He didn't know what he was more worried about: the fight turning violent (unlikely), or Alex and Henry waking up Philip, and that encounter turning violent (much more likely).

Shaan nodded in understanding and turned the coffee maker on. "How do you take it?"

"Black."

For a while, the only noise was the sound of the coffee maker working, leaving Cash to wonder how the fuck he was gonna explain this all to Zahra. Maybe, if they didn't break up and Alex came out the other side relatively unscathed, Cash could make him explain it all with very little remorse. If they didn't, well...Zahra may not be the biggest problem.

To Cash's surprise, the next voice was unmistakably Henry's.

"I don't want it!" He couldn't imagine what that was about, and he really didn't want to know. There were more shouts, but Cash couldn't make them out.

"Didn't know he could get that loud," he said instead.

Shaan sighed again and set a mug down in front of him. "Alex seems to bring it out in him."

Cash snorted and took a sip of coffee, reveling in the bitter taste as he felt the warmth seep into his bones and wake him back up. "He brings it out in everybody."

There was a lull in the shouts, and Cash hoped they might be winding down, but of course Alex started up again.

Thankfully, they didn't last as long this time, tapering off into angry hisses, until there was a sudden thud noise.

Cash was already halfway to the door before he registered the other noises being made: a groan, some stumbling, and the vivid sound of bed springs.

Shawn stood then, obviously eager to not hear them anymore. "Let me show you where you'll be staying tonight."

Cash nodded. "That sounds great," he said, a bit too loud, for now there was the horrifying sound of quiet crying and far more vibrant moans.

Quickly, Shaan led him down even more identical hallways - he couldn't get out of this place if he tried - and eventually landed on a dark wooden door indistinguishable from the ones next to it. Blessedly, he couldn't hear the boys anymore.

"I'll come get you in the morning provided your charge doesn't decide to leave before then." Shaan's voice had gone flat again, but Cash thought he saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "If you need anything, you have my number."

"Thanks," Cash said, the for not telling anyone higher up about this, hanging between them.

Shaan's mouth quirked up in a half smile, and he turned to go. "Of course."

Watching Shaan disappear down the immense hallway, Cash sincerely hoped they could find a way out of this mess without complete devastation, but he knew it wasn't likely.

Maybe, though, they could at least make sure they got through it alive.

[wojakgallery]

Title/Name: William Henry Gates III, popularly known as 'Bill Gates', born in (1955). Bio: American businessman, investor, philanthropist, and writer best known for co-founding the software giant Microsoft, along with his friend Paul Allen. At Microsoft, Gates held the positions of chairman, CEO, president, and chief software architect. He was a prominent pioneer of the microcomputer revolution of the 1970s and 1980s. Country: USA Wojak Series: Feels Guy (Variant) Image by: Wojak Gallery Admin Main Tag: Bill Gates Wojak

[cwv-63]

Bill Gate

"one man I love to be" - Sultan Ayodele

If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why? When I saw this daily prompt question I had to go for it because it is going to tell you about the one person I would want to be for a day. Bill Gate! Yes, you will know the reasons here today but before then let’s define who Bill Gate is, Bill Gates, in full William Henry Gates III, (born October 28, 1955, Seattle, Washington,…

[businessapac]

Bill Gates Success Story: From Technology Enthusiast to Innovation and Philanthropic Expedition

Bill Gates’s journey of success was not another rags-to-riches story. Born in 1955, William Henry Gates III was born and raised in Seattle, Washington within a fairly wealthy family. His father, a lawyer, and his mother, board of directors for First Interstate Banc System and the United Way of America, encouraged competition within him. Being a bullied child, Gates was inspired to seek for better.

Gates developed a passion for computers and programming at an early age. He was a brilliant student who performed exceptionally well in academics, especially in the subject, Mathematics. In 1975, he co-founded Microsoft along with his partner Paul Allen and became the world’s renowned self-made billionaire.

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[retrocompmx]

Un día como hoy (28 de octubre) en al tecnología

El 28 de octubre de 1955, nace William Henry “Bill” Gates III, cofundador de Microsoft, quien fungió como CEO de la compañía y arquitecto en jefe de software. Catalogado como pionero de la revolución de los ordenadores en los 70 y 80s. Villano para unos, héroe para otros #retrocomputingmx #Microsoft #BillGates

[777wave]

William Henry Gates III

"Bill Gates"

Born: October 28, 1955

October 28, 1955 - October 28, 2024

25,203 days later.

2 + 5 + 2 + 0 + 3

= 12

3,600 weeks and 3 days later.

3 + 6 + 0 + 0 + 3

= 12

828 months later.

8 + 2 + 8

= 18

69 years later.

6 + 9

= 15

69 years old.

69

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At 12, Bill Gates attended Lakeside School, where he had access to a computer for the first time. He began experimenting with programming and building his coding skills. By 18, he was laying the groundwork for Microsoft through his early ventures.

In 2015 (15), his philanthropic efforts through the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation became a global force for change.

Turning 69 this October 2024, his legacy in both technology and philanthropy will continue to influence the world.

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Photo credit:

Robert Hanashiro

USA Today

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#WindowsOfChange

#LegacyOfInnovation

#BuildingABetterWorld

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The Adventures of the MME

by ArensRevolute, ForeststarFlaime I am so sorry to say this, but this is our life's work. We may have peaked here. I am so sorry for unleashing this upon the world. This is an unholy crossover between all our fandoms as children, written slowly over many years. I don't know how to describe the premise for this, but basically the main characters are Gollum, Smaug, Sauron, and Bill Cipher, and revolves around the adventures of Gollum on his magic train (aka the Misty Mountains, which he turned into a train, hence the title—Misty Mountains Express). Enjoy this nightmare while we get confined to the insane asylum Words: 2186, Chapters: 9/99, Language: English Fandoms: The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, Gravity Falls, Undertale (Video Game), Welcome to Night Vale, Batman - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Avatar: Legend of Korra, The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, RWBY Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Other Characters: Gollum | Sméagol (Tolkien), Smaug (Tolkien), Sauron (Tolkien), Glaurung (Tolkien), Scatha the Worm, Beorn (Tolkien), Bard the Bowman, Denethor of Ossiriand, Gandalf (Tolkien), Donald Trump, Glaurung's Apple Juice, Bill Cipher, Original Characters, The Glow Cloud, Duo the Owl (Duolingo), Saruman (Tolkien), Alphys (Undertale), Sans (Undertale), Siri (Apple), Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Bruce Wayne, Batman, Lucius Caecilius Iucundus, Link (Legend of Zelda), Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Maria Calavera, Ruby Rose (RWBY), Weiss Schnee, William Henry "Bill" Gates III Relationships: Gollum | Sméagol & Smaug & Sauron, Gollum | Sméagol & Smaug & Sauron & Bill Cipher Additional Tags: we are so sorry for inflicting this upon the world, but in our defense, we had too much sugar, Crack, Crack Crossover, fish-flavoured blue bell ice cream, gollum works at blue bell, peanut butter jelly time - Freeform, i dont know how to tag this, Pure Crack, i know i'm missing so many tags but we'll probably add them later if we remember, this was a lie no sugar was consumed in the making, theres just something wrong with us, no explicit stuff in here we're both aroace, something was wrong with us as children and these were the signs but no one saw them via https://ift.tt/S5d4e2q

[sporadiceagleheart]

Jesus here's my May birthdays edit for those who passed away and Madeleine McCann who went missing in 2007 at 3 years old Vera S. Barton, Amerie Jo Garza, Maranda Gail Mathis, Merka Ulmann Barkan, Abram Aba Barkan, Helen B. Antin, Szyfra “Stefi” Fiszbaum Altman, Hershel “Harry” Altman, Francie Waligora Alpert, Anne V. Berend Allen, Reghina Gottesman Adler, Ludwig “Lou” Adler, My grandma Margaret Downs, Erna “Edna” Grunebaum Adler, Judith Kallus Abrahamer, Otto Heinrich Frank, Hana Brady, Bob Saget, Gianna Maria-Onore Bryant, Bojana Asović, John F. Kennedy, Kyle Albert Velasquez, Joanna Caroline “JoJo” Ross, Kayla Renee Rolland, Diana Duff-Smith Wanstrath, Cuong Huy “Tony” Trinh, Ashley Tomchesson Ochoa, SFC Charleston V. “Chucky” Hartfield, Jared Alan Lee Conard Black, Bennie Jewkes Bushnell, Gene Olan “Bubba” Allen II, Brendan Neal Abernathy, Natalie Danielle Brooks, Stephanie Dawn Johnson, Jessica Adrienne “Jess” Rekos, Jack Armistead Pinto, Emilie Alice “Em” Parker, Abigail Joanne “Abbie” McLennan, Randy Michael Gordon, Robert Nicholas “Nick” Creson, Ryan Christopher “Stack” Clark, Pauline “Paultje” Adelaar, Manfred “The Red Baron” von Richthofen, Catherine II the Great, SGT Frederick William Mausert III, Ichiyo Higuchi, Tammy Wynette, Johnny Paycheck, Hank Snow, War Admiral, Hedda Hooper, Eddy Arnold, Ariya Jennings, Indy Llew, Kylie Rowand, Alyssa Miriam Alhadeff, Shana Lorraine Fisher, Caitlin Millar Hammaren, Reginald Hezeriah Harding, John Thomas Henry, Roy Huskey, Trinity Hope Jackson, Jessica Klymchuk, Dean Harold Meyers, Stephanie Michelle Neiman, Daniel Patrick O'Neil, Rachael Angelica Raver, Willie Banks, Lisa Romero-Muniz, Rose Martin Rutledge, Laura Anne Shipp, Scott Keith Sorrell, Cynthia Olinde Tisdale, Maybelle Addington Carter, Johnny Gimble, Gene Tunney, Gary Stewart, James Arness, James Brown, Pinky Lee, Peggy Mount, Gates Brown, Saint Catherine Labouré, Van Alexander, Dee Hardison, Paton Price, Connie Crothers, Jane Connelly, Orange Jacobs, Stan C. Wilson, Harold Allen Drake, Goldy McJohn, Rev. William J. Seymour, Jean-Baptiste Barrier, Lynn Hargate Evans, Bennie Jewkes Bushnell, Florence Kopleff, Roger Robinson, Gerald Irons, & More Angel

[scotianostra]

On October 10th 1802 the Edinburgh Review was first published

The Edinburgh review promised “to erect a higher standard of merit, and secure a bolder and purer taste in literature, and to apply philosophical principles and the maxims of truth and humanity to politics”.

Wandering around Edinburgh I like to connect the names of streets with their respective reasons and faces, West Port, was the west gate into the city, Princes Street, not Princess Street, as many believe was named after King George III’s two eldest sons. And Jeffrey’s Street, a favourite amongst tourists and photographers alike is named after Francis Jeffrey a struggling lawyer, who on this day in 1802 joined with Sydney Smith, Henry Brougham, and Francis Horner to establish a liberal critical periodical, The Edinburgh Review.

Jeffrey served as editor for the publications first 26 years, also contributing essays on criticism, biography, politics, and ethics. Often his work was satirical, he is also remembered for being a romantic, his critical attacks on William Wordsworth, the other Lake poets, and Lord Byron were often filled with satire, a thing I think us Scots excel at to this day.

In 1830 the Whig Party, which The Edinburgh Review had powerfully supported, came into office; and Jeffrey, who had eventually built up a reputation as an advocate, was appointed lord advocate. As a member of the House of Commons, he introduced the Scottish Reform Bill in 1831. In 1834 he was made a judge and assumed the title of Lord Jeffrey.

Of the other three involved in the launch of the review, the most well known is Henry Brougham, he was its foremost contributor, with articles on everything from science, politics, colonial policy, literature, poetry, surgery, mathematics and the fine arts, Brougham Street running into Brougham Place are named in his honour.

Edinburgh man Francis Horner contributed fourteen articles to the journal during its first few years.

English born Sidney Smith edited the first edition ,he had studied moral philosophy under Dugald Stewart as well as medicine and chemistry. He also preached in the Episcopal chapel, and lived in Edinburgh for five years, he ended up buying the Town House at 18 Buccleuch Place from Jeffrey where a plaque tells us that “Francis Jeffrey lived here 1801-1802 and here the Edinburgh Review was founded.

Among famous subscribers to the Edinburgh Review was Thomas Jefferson, who was a founding Father who served as the third president of the United States from 1801 to 1809, pics three and four are correspondence between him and his stationers in November 1823 discussing that he would like to continue his subscription.

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Last week i came late.

last week i was late to the class because i had to go to take a date for my driving license examination. so i couldn't take notes for the morning class. i asked from the peers for their blogs and got some ideas what we did there.

WH questions & How

Activity- I

write summery for given topics below no more than 50 words.

your hometown

bill gates

the person you admire

the last book you read

A film you saw recently

your best choice

MY HOMETOWN

My hometown is Kadawatha. It's an old city in Sri Lanka. It is a large suburb of colombo which located between Colombo and Gampaha. Mostly we can buy food for a cheap price in there. Industrial machines, factories, diesel motor houses, strategic investments and leisure destinations are some of the industries established there.

BILL GATES

Bill gates also known as William Henry Gates III. He is an American businessman, investor, philanthropist. Co- founder of Microsoft.

THE PERSON YOU ADMIRE

The person i admire is my mom. cause sh such an ideal character in my life. she played the roll of a body guard as same as a teacher, chef, driver. and not to forget she also became my best friend.

THE LAST BOOK YOU READ

I love psychological books. So probably the last book i read was a psychological book. "How to read a person like a book" is its given name. In that book we can learn how to read body languages, how to understand people by there behaviors etc.

A FILM I SAW RECENTLY

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Taariikh nololeedka Bill Gates

Bill Gates waa tignoolajiste, hogaamiye ganacsi, iyo samafale, waxa uu ku koray Seattle, Washington, isaga oo leh qoys la yaab leh oo taageera kuna dhiirigeliyay xiisaha uu u qabo kombuyuutar markii uu yaraa, wuxuu iskaga tagay college ka si uu Microsoft ula bilaabo saaxiibkii carruurnimada Paul Allen. William Henry Gates III oo loo yaqaan Bill Gates wuxuu dhashay Oktoobar 28, 1955, Seattle,…