#archibald arnold

[edwinas]

How To Date Billy Walsh is about a dark skinned Tamil Indian girl being the lead in a romcom which is always a story worth telling. stop conveniently brushing that aside and hiding behind the movie not being "progressive enough." all you're doing is following a long tradition of fandom racism which dismisses the main girl of colour in favour of shipping two white boys. use critical thinking for once.

[garak-pussy-indulgence]

EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP PUT EVERYTHING DOWN I FOUND ARCHIBALD THE RAINBOW PAINTER

[uwmspeccoll]

An Egyptian Mathematics Science Saturday

While Archimedes of Syracuse (287-212 BCE) is often considered the first to calculate the value of Pi (π), the Egyptians got pretty darn close a millennium and a half or so earlier, as evidenced by the Rhind Mathematical Papyrus. Copied by the scribe Ahmes sometime around 1650 BCE from an earlier text, the papyrus gives us a remarkable insight not only into Egyptian mathematics but also customs and culture, from taxation and farming practices to the exchange rate between beer and bread. It is named after Scottish antiquarian Alexander Henry Rhind, who acquired the papyrus sometime around 1858. Held by the British Museum since 1865, it is now suspected that the papyrus entered the antiquities market as a result of illegal excavations. 

Our facsimile of the papyrus was the result of fifteen years of scholarship by mathematician Arnold Buffum Chace. The first volume was published in Oberlin, Ohio by the Mathematical Association of America in 1927, with the second volume following in 1929. All of the above images are from the second volume, which contains photographs of the papyrus, as well as transcription transliterations and literal translations by Chace. Chace was assisted in his work by mathematician Henry Parker Manning and Egyptologist Ludlow Seguine Bull. Also included in the second volume is a supplement to the “Bibliography of Egyptian Mathematics” from the first volume, both of which were prepared by Raymond Clare Archibald. 

The first publication of the Rhind Papyrus was a translation into German in 1877 by August Eisenlohr. The Mathematical Association of America publication was part if a flurry of new scholarship surrounding the papyrus following advancements in scholarly understanding of Egyptian writing. In the preface to our edition, Chace notes the important 1923 translation by Eric Peet published by Liverpool University Press. Chace remarks that “Egyptologists ... will find philological matters fully discussed by Professor Peet,” while he intended for his work to be geared towards both mathematicians and the general public.

Both volumes were originally donated to the Library of the State Teachers College Milwaukee by the Carnegie Corporation of New York with their bookplate. 

Check out more Science Saturday posts here. 

-Olivia, Special Collections Graduate Intern

[clove-pinks]

Going through some of my Fort Meigs museum photos, and I didn't realize that the same individual, Francis Tansel, carved both of these powder horns.

The first one, showing a depiction of Fort Meigs with numbered batteries and traverses, was used as a primary source in the late 20th century reconstruction of the fort. The second powder horn is undecorated and made from the horn of a cow. Both have dates from September, 1813, and they were made for two different soldiers whose names are carved into the horns: James Arnold and Archibald Elliot. It's known that Tansel, Arnold, and Elliot all served at Fort Meigs in the same time period.

I wonder to myself—did Tansel make these as gifts, or did he sell them as souvenirs? How are there two powder horns by the same amateur artist in the museum collection? Did James Arnold and Archibald Elliot die before they had a chance to take their souvenirs home? (A sad but likely possibility.)

[55burgers55fries55tacos55pies]

Good evening, fellow robot-fuckers. I need feedback on what to have AM’s human name as in my fics. Obviously, I’m going for the initials A.M., but can’t decide on a first name. Care to help?

(The bit is that he hates his first name so requests to go by AM)

[mndvx]

oh go off standing up to your bullies archibald arnold!!

[maytheoddshq]

Archibald “Archie” Westbrook (he/him). District Six Mentor. 79 Victor. 46. Oscar Isaac.

tw. mentions of domestic abuse, violence, drugs Archibald spent the first few years of his childhood in the slums of district six. While that happened to be most of the district, he lived further north (in what would be modern-day Ontario.) He was born to the Larsen family, Dora and Arnold, his mother and father. His father was hooked on morphling, and his mother held a bottle like a crutch. The days were cold, and the nights; even colder. In a small shack with no heat, they burned their trash to stay warm. To say he initially had a troubled childhood was an understatement.

Archie was only old enough to remember some of this time spent in limbo. To remember burning the tips of his fingers when his last match broke in half. Or to remember holding his baby brother close as their parents spewed vitriol at each other in their only room with a door. To remember picking a pocket for the first time and hearing praise where a child normally shouldn’t. But not old enough to remember his parents: just above a whisper, wondering if they could get Archibald’s name into the reaping bowl early just to get food on the table.

He was old enough to remember when his life changed for the better. His parents were screaming again, only this time, glass shattered, and he could’ve sworn he heard the one wood dresser snap into two mangled pieces. It was only thanks to a neighbor that Archie and Fredrick (his younger brother) ended up at a peacekeeper station. The two boys sat there for days before being sent to an orphanage on one of the great lakes. Archibald was adopted into another family, the Westbrooks. He gladly took their last name, settling into a new life in the city with two mothers (Laureen and Penelope) and a sister (Irene.) Life had turned out all too perfect for him.

He was old enough to remember when his life changed again, this time for the worse. He remembered the morning of the 79th reaping; his knuckles curled into the fabric of Penelope’s skirt. He was just 16; his name had only been put in three times. But that reality hadn’t stopped tears streaming down puffy red cheeks or the lump in his throat when he tried to protest and wriggle his hand out of Laureen’s before they left home to go to the reaping. He was afraid before his name was pulled and terrified after.

His games lasted 12 days in total. The arena featured tundra and an abandoned research facility. The late autumn breeze, rustling through the scattered birch trees reminded him of home – his first home. Only here, he had less than burnt trash to keep him warm. When the countdown finished, Archibald made for the treeline. One look at the Cornucopia told him it wasn’t worth it. And 11 cannons later, his decision became even more justified. He struggled to count the shots as he labored to breathe. He’d never run this fast, not even to outmaneuver a peacekeeper who had caught him stealing bread. No matter how far he ran, the screams from the bloodbath echoed. Sometimes, the farther he went, the louder they got. After two hours of on-and-off running, he passed out, his vision blurry and his breathing ragged. He woke up shivering that night on the forest floor. His only light, the faces of the fallen, displayed over the arena. At 2 am that morning he received an emergency blanket from a sponsor. There was a chance that he could make it home – to his true home.

Archie survived the rest of his arena with that blanket, a hunting knife he pulled out of a dead tribute, and anything he could loot off fallen tributes. The cold was unforgiving, dipping well into the negatives at night. At some point, he was able to locate his district member, Diana Martel. They’d planned to stick together if they found each other. There was peace, at least until she attacked him one morning. He still has a scar where the knife went through his hand. Plunging his knife into her chest would result in his only kill over the course of his games. He’d walked away covered in Diana’s blood, having stabbed her several times past death.

He’d managed through ice storms, quicksand, animal attacks, contaminated water, and collapsing buildings. The research facility had been underground. The main entrance was locked, but Archie found an alternative way in through a cave and a hole in a wall. – Like something had escaped. By the last day, three others remained when inhuman cries cut through the air. The arena ended just as it had begun, in screams.

Archibald came out of the games a different person. Whether or not it stunted him was a matter of debate amongst his parents and various therapists. He enjoyed the attention that came with his victory. He spent the next four years completing high school and training to be a better mentor. He barely knew anything going into the arena. He wanted to have that knowledge for future tributes. He maintains a knack for plant identification, other survival skills, and close-quarters combat. His victory tour inspired a love for travel, and by the time he was 18, he was barely in District Six anymore. He spent most of his time in the Capitol, only coming home for holidays. It was difficult for him to develop meaningful relationships outside of his family. Everyone wanted him for something, and few were clear about their intentions. Archie was in his 30s before he really developed any boundaries with the Capitol. While he was known as a “wild child” amongst many Capitolites, he never touched morphling, and his days of partying are (for the most part) behind him. His niece’s reaping, victory (and subsequent imprisonment), and the loss of his parents were both reality checks for him.

He wears his heart on his sleeve with those he’s known for a long time. The man is often down to earth unless there’s a circumstance where it isn’t wise to be (it often isn’t, in his experience.) He’s skeptical of newer mentors; though they might have skill, he finds they lack experience. He’s guilty of giving unsolicited advice from time to time.

(+) Benevolent, Whimsical, Organized (–) Weaknesses- Vindictive, Callous, Peevish

PENNED BY: Cowboy

[rjalker]

let me just make a list of all the scifi books I downloaded from Project Gutenberg.

I sorted it part way through to show the oldest ones first, though IDK what specific order they're showing up in.

I have literally no fucking clue what the books are actually about, since Project Gutenberg doesn't include summaries and I didn't feel like googling. That is definitely its worst fucking trait.

Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions, by Edwin Abbott Abbott

The Piebald Hippogriff, by Karen Anderson

Sentiment, Inc. by Poul Anderson

Industrial Revolution, by Poul Anderson

(insert the 13 editions of Astounding Stories of Super-Science from January 1930 to January 1931 here)

Security, by Poul Anderson

The Cosmic Computer, by H. Beam Piper

Omnilingual, by H. Beam Piper. (This one I already read and I am DEVESTATED it is only a short story and not a five hundred thousand word novel)

Innocent at Large, by Karen Anderson and Poul Anderson

People Soup, by Alan Arkin (this just fucking sounds hilarious)

Advance Agent, by Poul Anderson (this person wrote a lot of books apparently)

Inside Earth, by Poul Anderson

The Chapter Ends, by Poul Anderson

Micro-Man, by Forrest. J. Ackerman

Duel on Syrtis, by Poul Anderson

Ring Once for Death, by Robert Arthur

The Lost Kofoozalum, by Poul Anderson

The Aggravation of Elmer, by Robert Arthur

Operation Earthworm, by Joe Archibald

Out of This World Convention, by Forrest J. Ackerman

The Indulgence of Nehu-Mah, by Robert Arthur

He Walked Around the Horses, by H. Beam Piper

Null-ABC, by H. Beam Piper, and Joseph McGuide

The Answer, by H. Beam Piper

Little Fuzzy, by H Beam Piper

Guliver of Mars, by Edwin Lester Arnold

and a bunch more but I'm too lazy to scroll down

also includes The Complete Works of William Shakespeare.

[unreachablevoice]

Wear Your Heart On Your Wrist And Together, We'll Soar To The Sky

... 

*immediately drops to my knees and bows into a dogeza*

I beg for everyone's forgiveness and I will take it if you would like to give out punishment.

(yes, it's supposed to sound that formal)

*insert ugly crying noises* It's been a really long time, I know, I'm sorry!

I'm really really sorry! I know it doesn't really make any difference because all I do is say and not do but still, I'm really sorry!

It's been like half a year—six months!—since I updated and I know some of you may have dropped this because of how long you've waited for an update and I completely understand that. And for those who stayed, thank you very much! I'll try not to let you down too much (I can't really promise to update more because my brain is just that lazy but I will try!) 😔

So, um, without further ado, please enjoy :')

Warning: Swearing and cuss words may be present. Please read with caution, thank you!

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Chapter Six – Chaotic Aura

Marinette's morning started on the right side for a short while… before it turned into utter chaos.

Allow her to elaborate.

Firstly, for some reason, there was a bit of sunlight creeping into Gotham’s cloudy skies (which was a bit weird since she heard that Gotham has typically dark and murky skies all season). The air smelled a bit cleaner than it did when they first arrived, and she and Juleka had even bonded for a while before they joined their classmates down the lobby and waited outside for their bus to arrive.

But, as the saying goes, all good things come to an end. Because Lila freaking started again! She swears it’s like she can't even take a break around here.

She was there—just minding her own business—when Lila decided to bother her. It isn't that her deciding to drag Marinette into her conversation with Alya about Kwami-knows-what is a bother (who was she kidding? It is a bother), it's just that they have this unspoken rule not to spite the other person for no reason or out of the blue unless they were starting one of their unsolicited class fights.

But she guesses that Lila is still going to be a headache no matter where they go.

With a sigh, she focuses back on Kim’s tirade about his newest dare with Alix that strangely involved banana peels, hot pink glitter, a bucket of glue, roller skates, and a yellow jumpsuit... Yeah, she also doesn’t quite understand.

With a smile—albeit a rather confused one—Marinette watches quietly as her friends converse with each other while they all board their bus and sit in their respective places.

She sat between Adrien—who’s in a middle seat—and Chloé—who’s sleeping with an eye mask on, with Max and Kim sitting together behind them while Alix sits by herself on the seats beside because, by her words, she wants to hog all two seats for herself to lay down on like a Queen Bee 2.0 (and Chloé was strangely okay with her using her name like that!).

Really, thank the heavens Alix is on the shorter side of the human spectrum, otherwise, she’d be curling in on herself and cramping her back.

“You good there, Alix?” Marinette calls out to the girl who’s currently lying down with her head resting on her hand that’s propped on her elbow like she’s sitting on a gold-encrusted sofa, smirking as Alix pinches her index finger and thumb together with the three fingers remaining raised to show an “OK” sign as she nods her head in response (add in a pair of sunglasses and her gangster look would’ve been complete).

Shaking her head in amusement, Marinette looks back at Adrien as he shakes her whole arm just to get her attention.

“What?” She chuckles at Adrien’s constant tugging and sees him smirking while signaling her to keep quiet.

Not wanting to miss out on whatever action that’s about to happen, Marinette nods her head sagely and sits properly on her chair, complete with even her legs crossed and her hands intertwined on top of her lap.

She first wonders what Adrien is on about before Mme. Mendeleiev briefly walks past them and it becomes eerily quiet, so much so you could almost hear a pin drop.

“ALIX!”

A voice so very loud and scandalized (that Marinette almost choked) screamed, all the while Adrien laughs loudly beside her.

She hears a vague, “Sorry, Mme. Mendeleiev!” and a few shuffling and clanging (she swears if this was some weird video, she’d even hear a cat screeching) right after and Marinette promptly loses it.

“What was that?” she says in between laughs as her blond seatmate continues to laugh and wheeze like a dying seal (Disclaimer: No animals were harmed in the making of this scenario because Marinette loves animals and will cry if anything happens to animals and nobody likes that).

Adrien smiles like a cat that caught the canary (“Hah! You just punned! I’m so proud!” “No, I did NOT! Shut up!”) and leans back on his seat with his arms over his head. “That, my dear, is what I call, ‘Chaos Coercion’.”

With a small tilt to the side of her head, Marinette wrinkles her eyebrows and stares imploringly at Adrien. “‘Coercion’?”

Sensing her confusion, Adrien smiles and shakes his head. “Yeah, it doesn’t sound as bad as you think it is. What I did was just gently nudging or ‘coercing’ the chaotic particles in the air to be more active, which in turn makes them combine and form a ‘Chaotic Aura’ that increases the chance of creating a situation filled with Chaos,” the blond finishes with a wave of his hands, like he just finished creating a magic trick. “You’d also be surprised to find out that Plagg kind of explained that whole process to me nicely!”

Seeing excitement sparkle in her friend’s eyes, Marinette couldn’t help but be infected by his eagerness. “You mean, Plagg taught you this?” she asks with a hint of incredulity in her voice (she could almost hear the Kwami yell with indignation at her words).

“Yeah, unbelievable, right?” Adrien snickers and rests his head on Marinette’s shoulder. “Controlling the Chaotic Particles in the air was a bit hard since they are ‘chaotic’. That’s why I had to ‘coerce’ them. Hence, the name, Chaos Coercion.”

With a shake of her head, Marinette smiles at Adrien’s naming sense and wonders when she’ll be able to unlock her own “Miracles”.

By the Kwamis’ explanation, Miracles are when the magical entities of a Miraculous become so potent and in-tune with the user—usually even more so because of them being a Héshi—that they develop a sense of being able to use magic outside of their transformation.

The magical entities released then tie themselves to the user’s soul—traveling from the roots of their hair to their fingertips, which in turn makes the user more innate in handling the magical particles in the air.

The binding to one’s soul is a very tedious and delicate process because the magical entities of the Miraculous are quite fragile and requires a sense of equilibrium in the user’s mind and soul. More often than not, the strings of magical entities snap and causes a polarity between the body and soul, leading to broken connections of the user; such as a broken mind (insanity), broken body (organ failures, illnesses, and the likes), and broken bonds (disconnection of a Soulmate Bond—causes extreme pain, more so than an incurable illness—and numbness of emotions and social anxiety), just to name a few.

That’s why, when her friends were able to properly create their own Miracles and were classified as Héshi’s, the Kwamis were astounded since it was not often to see multiple Héshi’s born in the same era, let alone be able to successfully create their own Miracles after training for at least two and a half years.

She looks at Adrien animatedly talking to Max behind him about some quantum physics thing (it wasn’t her thing so she really can’t follow the thought process of their conversation), a smile playing by her lips as she lies back down her seat and closes her eyes—deciding to take a nap, given with the handful of minutes they have before arriving at their destination.

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Marinette wakes up with a start as she feels a gentle nudge on her shoulder.

“Wake up, Bugaboo, we’re here,” she hears Adrien say as he tugs at her arm.

Rubbing her eyes and yawning, she lets his hand guide her to wherever as her eyelids still seem to want to keep themselves closed.

“Here, where?” she asks, feeling a bit more confused with her brain muddled with sleep that she almost tripped. Good thing Adrien was there to catch her.

“At Gotham Art Museum.”

The blond’s voice sounded like it was laced with amusement (specifically directed at her) and Marinette might’ve just smacked him if it weren’t for the familiar smell of hot coffee—now placed on her hands by someone she couldn’t see yet with how she still won’t open her eyes.

“Here’s your daily dose of ‘cup of joe’, Bean… They do say that in America, right?” Alix—at least she thinks it was Alix, she was just basing it off of her voice anyway—asks as Marinette hears an almost silent slurping sound. A telltale sign of how the skater must also have a coffee of her own.

“You know, I still don’t get why you call me ‘Bean’. But yeah, they do call cups of coffee a ‘cup of joe’s.” She nods and sips on the heavenly drink while Adrien lets them down the steps and finally navigates them out of the bus.

“It’s ‘cuz you’re my coffee buddy,” the girl replies, making Marinette open just a smidge of her eyes to take a peek at her. “Plus, you know, coffee comes from beans and it’s also short for jelly bean. ‘Cuz you’re small and fruity.”

“...You calling me gay?” The ravenette gasps with a mock scandalized tone in her voice while placing a hand on her chest. It seems that hanging out with Chloé has made her excellent in copying the blonde’s dramatic motions.

With her still-quite-blurry line of sight, Marinette could see Alix sporting a deadpan look on her face—the one that says, “I’m done with y’all” and “I don’t get paid enough for this sh■■”—as she breaks out into giggles.

“Pfft, I mean, I am… kind of… gay—a bi, to be exact—so don’t look at me like that, Alix.”

The pinkette looks at her incredulously and shakes her head. “You know, Bean, sometimes you’re a little sh■■. It’s a good thing that I still love you.”

Just as she was about to retort to Alix’s jab, another scandalized gasp cuts her off.

“Alix!” Kim joins in and places his hands over Marinette's ears. Although it was quite loose that she could still hear them. “Don’t speak like that while in presence of the babie! You’re tainting her!”

“How dare you!” Marinette points a finger at the jock in faux anger—her laughs betraying her and breaking her character. “I am not a ‘babie’!”

“I beg to differ.” Chloé walks to her side while checking out her yellow-and-white striped fingernails.

With a face that holds a betrayed expression as much as she can, Marinette wails, “No!” and turns to Adrien. “Tell them, Adrien! Tell them I’m not a babie!”

The blond looks at his feet, then, back at her, his eyes looking glassy and teary. “I’m sorry, Marinette. I’m sorry,” he chokes back a sob while shaking his head. “But I can’t risk getting my face scratched with Chloé’s newly manicured nails. I can’t. I just can’t lie for you.”

“I—” she tries to cut the blond off but he still continues with his dramatic play.

“Marinette, please. We both hate lying—”

“But!”

“—so stop lying to yourself.”

Her friends all burst into laughter while she is left puffing her cheeks and pouting (“You, looking like a chipmunk right now, just helps us prove our point you know.”).

“You guys are mean,” the ravenette grumbles and sips at her coffee, imaginary mushrooms growing on her as she draws a circle on the ground using her feet.

Adrian places a hand on her shoulder, patting and consoling her. “Sometimes, the truth hurts. You just gotta live with it,” he says as though he’s an elder giving her a speech about morality.

“And”—Max turns to her, holding a tablet in his hands as his glasses shine a scary glint while he pushes them up his nose bridge— “according to the school survey, 75 percent of the school population agrees to you being small and adorable.”

“So? There’s still 25 percent that disagrees!” Marinette harrumphs while further emptying the cup full of caffeine on her hands.

“Those 25 percent are the ones that wrote how they want to kidnap you and put you into their pockets instead of ticking the yes or no questions,” the bespectacled boy says with an eyebrow raised. “That is just a much more extreme way of saying that they also agree.”

A bewildered expression paints her face as she wonders when the fu■■ did that happened and how come she didn’t know about the school survey?

Chloé must’ve seen her confused face as she links their arms together while laying her head against the ravenette’s shoulder. “That and you just don’t swear or say any curse word, at all. And you give everyone a chance no matter how mean they’ve been to you. I’ve rarely even heard you say anything bad about anyone… Except, of course, those who are belittling to others but that’s beside the point.”

She feels the blonde’s cheeks tug into a smile against her shoulder and Marinette could understand her implication. How she had given Chloé another chance even though they’ve mutually hurt each other so much in the past. But still, not really helping, Chloé.

“The point is”—Kim links his arms to her other side and copies Chloé’s actions— “everybody loves you. Even if you sometimes don’t love yourself.”

Looking down at her feet, Marinette feels her heart grow full with how much love her friends were showing her. She feels gratitude and love—so much love—surge into her whole being that she could almost cry.

“All right, enough with the sappy-ness,” Alix destroys the moment and butts in while waving her hands like that inflatable dancing guy. “We’re here for vaca—I mean, educational purposes, so we should start being edu… cationed…?”

The girl’s words were met with unenthusiastic head shakes and sighs. Except maybe for Kim who was encouraging her with thumbs ups and rambunctious laughter.

“Stop being an idiot, Kim.” Chloé rolls her eyes at the jock’s loud guffaws while snuggling further into Marinette’s shoulder.

As the two bickers while Marinette is in between—which she strangely found comforting even though they were basically screaming in her ear, the ravenette finishes her coffee and finally looks around the place.

Like always, Gotham morning sports a “gothic” and grungy look—the air feeling a bit feisty with a bite of chill and carrying a hint of a sewage smell (which was gross), sunlight barely seeping out of the grey clouds painting over the sun, and dark silhouettes of buildings that stand over meters high.

It was dark, a striking disparity against her classmates’ colorful wardrobe, yet there was something about the contrast that makes the monochromatic landscape of Gotham interesting.

Sure, it paints quite a large target on their backs but the visage still showcases a pretty picture.

With an awed sigh, Marinette’s mind runs miles per second as various of images, designs, and inspiration draw itself into her brain. Her hands quickly snatch her bag from Adrien’s grasp, replacing it with the now-empty paper cup, and pulls out her sketchbook and pencil.

Lines and curves begin to draw onto the previously-blank expanse of white. Her thought processes portraying themselves against the canvas in her hands.

“Those look pretty. Is it going to be a new line?” Chloé asks as she peers over her paper.

The designs weren’t done yet—heck, her drawings were still just simple outlines and notes on the side—but Marinette could see the possibility of it being another collection.

As soon as she heard that they were going to organize a graduation trip, Marinette had hurriedly finished everything on her website and immediately closed her commissions after so that she won’t have work knocking on her door every five seconds while she’s on a different country. She’s pretty much free from tasks that involve using her time and energy to sew.

And it is exactly because of that freeness that she could see herself working on a new collection. A Gotham-inspired collection.

Since she’s already here and is taking inspiration from her surroundings, why not use that chance to create a new line?

Marinette hums in thought at the prospect, immediately jotting down the idea at the side of her sketchbook.

“Ooh, this one looks cool!” Kim taps a finger against a drawing of a dress shirt she’d done earlier. The shirt’s designs were akin to the cracks on the sidewalk she saw this morning.

The design wasn’t anything special, there was just something about the web-like fractures on the pavement that reminded her of the interconnected relationship of existence and extinction. How time is weaved exactly like that of a spider’s web, connected and… confusing.

She wasn’t really sure what she was thinking this morning; it was like she was being philosophical and brooding at the same time. She figured it was just because of the weird air around Gotham that she’s been feeling ever since they arrived yesterday.

“It does look like it’ll appeal more to men.” Marinette nods while noting it down again. “Maybe I’ll focus more on menswear this time,” she adds before pausing. “If I do end up making a new collection, that is.”

Kim smiles and whoops loud enough to make up for the quiet streets of the city. “You’ll let me be the one to model that shirt, right, Arine D?” The jock winks at her while a wide grin spreads in his face.

Four years ago, when Lila did something to the website she and Alya created, Marinette had decided to just make another one because how else will she be able to showcase her designs? So, with the help of Max, the ravenette created a much more secure and stable account.

She decided to create a pseudonym, another name for herself to keep her identity anonymous since, by Child Labor Laws, having a job at 14 isn’t really that appealing in the eyes of the judge.

Her new name for her brand was “Arine Designs”— "Arine D.” or “A. Designs” for short.

The moniker came from her name, Marinette. It hits so close yet so far at the same time because, if you think about Marinette Dupain-Cheng, does the designer, Arine D really come first into your mind?

Plus, she had gained quite a copious amount of clientèle coming from the recognition and affirmation she had gained from the work she did for Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale (although, she did tell them about her wanting to stay out of the spotlight so she would very much like it if they keep her identity a secret), no one would think that little ol’ Marinette would be someone who has such a far reach on the market.

Smiling, she nods at Kim’s request and writes his name down next to the drawing of the shirt.

It wasn’t like she was thinking of getting someone else to model her clothes anyway because she had always had her friends model her designs for her, except they wear masks to also keep their identities hidden (to keep them away from spotlight and being mauled by mobs on the streets because being a model means you’ll immediately be upped to a celebrity status).

Just as she was about to say something to the jock, a loud bang disrupts the otherwise quiet city of Gotham. The bang was quickly followed by loud crashes, booms, and shrill screams. All of it coming from inside the building they were just about to head into.

“What the f■■■?” She looks over to Nino who was standing particularly close to Adrien and she couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment.

What the eff indeed.

…Although she refuses to copy the curse.

“Everyone, get back to the bus!” Mme. Mendeleiev huddles them and they shuffle back inside the said vehicle, the driver frantically beckoning them in.

“What happened? I heard… explosions? Is ever’one okay?” the middle-aged man asks with a pale face, his voice sounding a bit scratchy and sporting a funny accent.

With labored breaths and hearts pumping sporadically inside their ribcages, everybody nods at the question.

“Yes,” Mme. Menedeleiev answers with a heavily accented English, “the sounds came from inside the building so nobody got hurt.”

The man sighs in relief before instructing them, “Must be ‘nother rogue tryna wreck the place. Let’s just get down and hide behind the seats for now, Batman an’ his crew will handle it.”

They follow the man’s orders and duck behind the leathered seats. Accompanied by a particularly enthusiastic “Batman?!” from someone, followed by a hissed “Not now, Alya,” from Mme. Bustier.

Taking his phone out of his pocket, Marinette watches the driver tap the device a few times before looking over to them.

“Take out yer phones and check the news. ‘Parently, Kite Man’s bein’ stupid again.”

“…‘Kite Man’?” Marinette whispers, scandalized, before doing what the man said. Seriously, it sounded suspiciously familiar to Hawkmoth’s abomination of Akuma names.

Jotting down the words on her phone, a masked face immediately pops right after. A face with a ridiculous-looking, yellow goggles that clash with a grass green mask and… what in tarnation is that costume?

The man—or, apparently, “Kite Man”—smiles (she has to admit, though, that was such a sunshiny smile) and waves to the camera like a little child.

“‘Ello, Gotham! Kite Man speaking!”

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Hope this, um... okay I'm pretty sure this doesn't suffice the months that I've been away. Simply because, yeah, this chapter is just umm a little gate to some info about things. Next chapter,,, you're going to meet someone special, I promise... I think :/

Oh, and um, if you want to, you can follow me on Twitter (the username's unrchblvoice)

I, uh, have been posting a lot there? Like,,, just some updates on what I am doing currently, or something like that (even tho I have like zero followers there lol,,, there's just something about letting everything out in the open even if there's no one listening that feels very freeing...)

And for some reason, now, I'm more active there than before???? cuz like before I used to never use Twitter so like,,, Shocking, I know.

SO, yeah, if you want to see what's wrong with me currently, go check it out :)

Love y'all lots <3

P.S. Writing contractions with proper punctuation is not fun, I tell you. NOT. FUN.

P.P.S. I thought Condiment King and Calendar Man was already bad, who knew there could be worse—Kite Man. /j

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The taglist is pretty hard to write ngl,,, so umm do tell me if you've changed your username or something because I had to click every single @s in the taglist on the last chapter every time there was a name that I couldn't find when I tried tagging so,,, I was very stressed lol

also,,, umm there are more than 50 people in the taglist but I could still tag people???? like how?????? I thought the maximum capacity of tags only reaches up to 50??? (Update: I checked it again and I can't add anymore people so it's closed now :))

... so yeah apparently I can tag more people! good for you lot :) (although there are some tags that still don't work for some reason????)

[minnesotafollower]

Minnesota Orchestra ‘s “Celebrating Mandela at 100” Concert

Minnesota Orchestra ‘s “Celebrating Mandela at 100” Concert

As noted in a prior post, the Minnesota Orchestra in the summer of 2018 is producing a multifaceted celebration of the life of Nelson Mandela. It started with a July 20 concert entitled “Celebrating Mandela at 100” at its home, Orchestra Hall in Minneapolis, which will be discussed in this post.[1] Below are photographs of the Hall’s exterior and interior.

        The Concert’s First Half

The…

[cloudberry-sims]

1600-1700 names list

I been collecting names for my decades challenged and I decided to share it. It has a bunch of different names in alphabetical order. 

Not 100% sure how accurate these names are as I’m not a historian , but I like them. 

Some names are “nicknames” or a variation of the same name, like Faye is from Faith ,Orelia is from Aurelia and Sisely from Cecilia/Cecily. 

Some names are Shakespearean , Puritan/Virtue names , American Colonial and perhaps a Arthurian here and there. 

Female names: 

Abigail

Adilene/Adeline

Adrian/Adrianne/Adriana

Afra

Agatha

Agnes

Alice

Aliena

Althea

Amanda

Amelia

Amie

Amity

Amphilis

Anastasia

Andrea

Anis

Annabell/Annabella

Anne/Anna/Annie

Anthea

Aphra

Aquila

Arabella

Artemisia

Audrey

Augusta

Aurelia

Aurinda

Aveline

Avis

Ayala

Azaria

Azoah

Barbara

Barsheba

Basilia

Beatrice/ Beatrix/Bettrys

Berenice/Bernesia/Bernessa

Bethsaby

Betty

Bianca

Blanch/Blanche

Blisse

Blythe

Bridget

Candace

Caroline

Cassandra

Catherine

Causeanger

Cecilia/Cecily/Cicely

Chantal

Charis

Charissima

Charity

Charlotte

Chloe

Christabella

Christian/Christina/Christiana

Clary

Clemencie/ Clemence/Clemency

Clorinda

Constance

Cornelia

Cressida

Cynthia

Deborah

Deodate

Desdemona

Desire

Dessorell

Diana

Dido

Dinah

Dionise/Denise

Dionyza

Divinity

Dolabella

Dolora

Dorcas

Dorothy/Dorothea

Easter

Ebotte

Edith

Edna

Edonie

Effemia

Eleanor

Elise

Elizabeth

Ellen

Ellois

Ely

Emilia

Emma

Eppie

Esther

Etheldreda

Eunice

Euphanie

Evadne

Eve/Eva

Faith

Fanny

Fanstine

Faye/Fay

Felicity/Felice

Florence

Fortune

Frances

Francisca

Fronia

Gartheride

Georgette

Georgine

Gillian

Gilot

Gonerill

Good

Grace

Grisell

Gwenhoivar

Hannah

Harriet

Haven

Helen/Helena

Henrietta

Hermione

Hester

Hezekiah

Honesty

Honor

Honoria

Hope

Humility

Ida

Idonea

Imogen

Irelee

Irene

Iris

Isabella/Isabel

Isolde

Iva

Ivette

Jacobina/Jacobine

Jane

Janikin

Jemima

Jennette/Jennet/Janet

Jeronomie

Joan

Joanna

Jocatta

Jocosa

Jonee

Joy

Joyanne

Joyce

Judith

Juliana/Julia/Juliet

Karissa

Katherine/Kathleen

Kezia/Keziah

Kitty/ Kitlyn

Kloe/Khloe

Koreen/Korinne

Laura

Lavinia

Leah

Leticia

Lettice

Love

Luce

Luciana

Lucretia

Lucy

Lydia/Lidia

Mable

Magdalen

Maggy

Magnolia

Margaret

Margery

Marian/Marion

Mariella

Marina

Martha

Mary

Matilda

Maud

Mercy

Mildred

Millicent

Milly/Millie

Mirabel

Miranda

Modesty

Monica

Muriel

Myra/Myrah

Naomi

Nazareth

Nell

Nerissa

Nola

Octavia

Odelle

Olivia

Ophelia

Orelia

Orinda

Pain

Patience

Pauline

Penelope

Perdita

Petronella

Philippa

Phillis

Phoebe

Pleasance

Primrose

Priscilla

Prudence

Rachel

Rawsone

Rebekah/Rebecca

Remember

Rhoda

Robin

Rosalind

Rosaline

Rosamond

Rosanna

Rose

Ruth

Samantha

Sarah

Saskia

Sebeliah

Selah

Selina

Silence

Silvia

Sisely

Sitha

Skyler

Sophia

Susanna

Sustillian

Sybil/Sibilla

Syntha

Tabitha

Tace

Tamar

Tamora

Temperance

Theodora

Theodorien

Theodosia

Thomasin/Thomasina/Thomasea

Timandra

Titania

Trinity

Trothe

Tryphena

Ursula

Valentine/Valentina

Valeria

Vecula

Venetia

Verely / Verily/Verity

Veronica

Viola/Violenta

Virgilia

Virginia

Virtue

Winifred

Wulfhild

Wybetha

Zelda

Zipporah

Male names: 

Aaron

Abacuck

Abraham

Adam

Adlard

Adrian

Alan

Albert

Alexander

Alveredus

Ambrose

Anchor

Andrew

Annanias

Anthony

Archibald/Archbad

Archilai

Aristoteles

Arnold

Artemas

Arthur

Asa

Ashley

Atkinson

Augustine

Augustus

Austin

Bainbridge

Baldwin

Barnabas

Barnard

Bartell

Bartholomew

Bardolph

Basil

Bellingham

Benedict

Benjamin

Bennett

Bertram

Bevil

Blaise/Blais

Bradford

Brian

Cadwallader

Cesar

Charles/Charlys

Chadrick

Christian

Christopher

Chroferus/Chroseus

Ciriacus

Clement

Clifford

Conrad

Constant

Cornelius

Cosmo

Court

Cotton

Cromwell

Cuthbert

Cutlake

Cyrano

Daniel

Dary

David/Davide

Demes

Denton

Denys/Dionise

Didimus

Digory

Don

Drugo

Dudley

Ebenezer

Ebulus

Edric

Edi

Edmund

Edward

Edwin

Egedius

Eli

Elias

Ellis

Eloy

Emanuell/Emmanuel

Emericke

Emery

Emmett

Enoch

Erasmus

Ethan

Eustace

Evan

Everard

Everard

Ezrah

Fabian

Fairfax

Faustinus

Felix

Francis

Frank

Frederick

Fleance

Fulk

Gabraell/Gabrell/Gabriel

Galileo

Gamalie

Garmayne

Garnett

Gavan/Gawen

Gentile

Geoffrey

George

Gerlick

Gerrard

Gideon/Hedeon

Gilbert

Giles

Gillam

Gobind/Govind

Goodwell

Godfrey

Gottlieb

Goughe

Gregory

Grenville/Grevill

Griffin/Griffith

Guy

Hamond

Hannibal

Hansse

Harman

Harry

Harvard

Hector

Helegor

Henry

Hercules

Herrick

Hieronimus

Hiram

Hobbes

Holland

Howell

Hugh

Humphrey

Ilia

Ingram

Isaac

James

Jarret

Jasper

Jenkin

Jeremiah

Jeremy

Jerome

Jesse

John

Jonathan

Joos

Jordan

Joseph

Joshua

Josias

Justinian

Kaherdin

Karl/Karel

Kenelm/Kenhelm

Kip

Kolby

Lambert

Lancelot

Lawrence

Leonard

Lewis

Lucas

Lynoell/Lionel

Machutus

Manasses

Mark

Marmaduke

Martin/Marton

Matthew

Maurice/Morrice

Melchior

Meredith

Michael

Miles

Morgan

Moses

Nathaniel/Nathaniell/Nathan

Newton

Nicholas

Ninion

Nivinius

Noah/Noe

Noble

Octavius

Odnell

Oliver

Osmund

Ostyn

Oswin

Oswold

Ottewell

Owen

Paschall

Patreas

Paul

Pawll

Percivell/Pesevwell

Peter

Phillip

Pierce/Piers

Phineas

Prospero

Quince

Quinton

Quivier

Ralph

Randall

Randolph

Raphael

Rees

Reginald

Renold

Reyvell

Richard

Robert

Roger

Roland

Roman

Royal

Rymon

Salamon

Sampson

Samuel

Sander

Schuyler

Sebastian

Seraphim/Seraphimus

Septimus

Seth

Shadrick

Silvester

Simon

Simond

Stephen

Taz

Ted

Tedde

Thadeus

Theodosius

Thomas

Timothy

Titus/Tito

Tobias

Trenton/Trentin

Tristram

Tunstall

Turner

Ucentius

Umfray

Uswald

Valor

Valentine

Vandyke

Vaugn

Vernon

Victor

Vincent

Walter

Warham

Watkin

Wiggett

Wilfred

Willing

William

Wine

Wombell

Wymond

Zachary

Zephaniah

[ashy-asht0n]

SOME SHOWS FOR YOUR AGE REGRESSION!

⭐️- NETFLIX

🌈 - HULU

⭐️ POKÉMON (1997)

⭐️THOMAS & FRiENDS (1984)

⭐️THE SUPER MARiO BROS. SUPER SHOW! (1989)

🌈 TiNY TOON ADVENTURES (1990)

🌈RUGRATS (1991)

🌈 MADAGASCAR A LiTTLE WiLD (2020)

⭐️ THE MAGiC SCHOOL BUS (1994)

⭐️ OGGY & THE COCKROACHES (1998)

⭐️WHATS NEW SCOOBY-DOO? (2002)

🌈PiNKY & THE BRAiN (1995)

🌈HEY! ARNOLD (1996)

🌈POWERPUFF GiRLS (1998)

⭐️SONiC X (2003)

⭐️ WiNX CLUB (2004)

⭐️ JHONNY TEST (2005)

🌈 FOSTERS HOME (2014)

🌈 BEN 10 (2005)

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🌈REGULAR SHOW (2009)

🌈 ADVENTURE TiME (2010)

🌈 MY LiTTLE PONY (2010)

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⭐️ MiA & ME (2011)

⭐️ JUSTiN TiME (2011)

🌈THE AMAZiNG WORLD OF GUMBALL(2011)

🌈 BEN 10 OMNiVERSE (2012)

🌈TMNT (2012)

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⭐️ POWER RANGERS NiNJA STEEL (2017)

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[10oclockdot]

Notable cityscapes in art, 10 images

A follow-up to this post, featuring:

Gino Severini, The Boulevard, 1911, oil on canvas, 64x92 cm Eve Arnold, Dawn, New York City, 1981 Archibald Motley, Bronzeville at Night, 1949 David Goldblatt, Diepsloot, 2009, digital print, 98x125 cm Affandi, Cairo Egypt, 1971, oil on canvas, 96x114 cm Jehangir Sabavala, The City - II, 1999, oil on canvas, 45x60 in Richard Estes, Times Square at 3:53 P.M., Winter, 1985, oil on canvas, 27x49 in Hema Upadhyay, 8'x12', 2009, aluminum, enamel, plastic, found objects, M-seal, resin and hardware material on Marine ply Paul Citroen, Metropolis, 1923, gelatin silver print, 8x6 in Andreas Gursky, Athens, 1995, inkjet print diptych, 73x145 in

For more posts like this, click here.

[met-american-paintings]

Collect Pond, New York City, Archibald Robertson, 1798, American Paintings and Sculpture

The Edward W. C. Arnold Collection of New York Prints, Maps, and Pictures, Bequest of Edward W. C. Arnold, 1954 Size: 17 3/4 x 23 1/16 in. (45.1 x 58.6 cm) Medium: Watercolor and black chalk on off-white laid paper

https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/11925

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Nickname

Abbreviation

Proper Name

Abe

Abrm

Abel, Abraham, Absalom

Abner

Abraham

Addy, Atty

Adam

Al

Albert, Allan, Allen, Alfred

Alec, Alex, Alick, Ally

Alexander

Alf

Alfred

Andy, Andie

Andrew, Alexander

Archie

Archibald

Arnie

Arnold

Art

Arthur

Baldie

Archibald

Barnie, Barney

Barnabas

Bart

Bartholomew

Ben

Benjn

Benedict, Benjamin, Ebenezer

Benezer

Ebenezer

Bern, Bernie

Bernard

Bert, Bertie

Albert, Bertram, Cuthbert, Egbert, Halbert, Herbert, Hubert, Lambert, Osbert

Bill, Billie

Wm

William

Bob

Robt

Robert

Bram, Bramley

Abraham

Cal

Caleb

Charlie, Chuck (American)

Chas

Charles

Chris

Xian, Xopher

Christian, Christopher

Clem

Clement

Cliff

Clifford

Colin

Nicholas

Cuddie, Cuddy

Cuthbert

Cy

Cyprian, Cyril, Cyrus

Dai, Dave, Davie

David

Dan, Danny

Danl

Daniel

Dand, Dandie

Andrew

Daniel

Donald

Derick

Frederick

Des

Desmond

Dewi

David

Dick

Ricd

Richard

Dixon

Benedict

Dobb

Robert

Dod, Doddy

George

Dodge

Roger

Dom

Dominick

Don, Donnie

Dond

Donald

Donald

Daniel

Doug

Douglas

Drew

Andrew

Dump

Humphrey

Duke

Marmaduke

Eben

Ebenezer

Ed, Eddie

Edgar, Edwin

Ed, Eddie

Edwd

Edward

Ed, Eddie

Edmd

Edmund

Eli

Elliot, Elias, Elijah

Elmo

Erasmus

Eph

Ephraim

Erik

Frederick

Ern

Ernt

Ernest

Ewen

Owen

Frank, Frankie

Fras

Francis

Fred

Fredk

Alfred, Frederick

Gabe, Gaby

Gabriel

Gary, Garret, Garth

Gareth, Gerard

Ged

Jedidiah

Gene

Eugene

Geoff, Giff

Geoffrey, Jeffrey

Geo

George

Gerard

Jarrett

Gerry

Gerald, Gerard

Gervase

Jarvis, Jervise

Gib

Gilbert

Gord

Gordon

Gorry

Godfrey

Greg

Gregory

Guido

Guy

Gus

Angus, Augustus, Gustav

Hab

Herbert, Robert, Halbert

Hal

Harold, Henry

Hank (American)

Henry

Hank (English)

Hankin

Harry

Harold, Henry

Heck

Hector

Henery, Henrie

Hy

Henry

Hez

Hezekiah

Hick, Hitch

Richard

Hodge

Roger

Hobb, Hop, Hopkin

Robert

Hy (American)

Hy

Henry

Ike

Isaac

Izzy

Isadore

Jabe

Jabez

Jack

Jno

John

Jake (American)

Jacob

Jamie, Jim

Jas

James

Jarrett

Gerard

Jarvis

Gervase, Jervise

Jed

Jedidiah

Jeff

Jeffrey, Geoffrey

Jerry

Jerh

Jeremiah

Jerry

Jery

Jeremy

Jerry

Jere

Jerome

Jon

Jonn

Jonathan

Joe, Joey

Josh

Joseph, Josiah

Jock

John, or any Scotsman

Josh

Joseph, Joshua, Josiah

Ken

Kenneth

Kit

Christopher

Larry

Laurence, Lawrence

Lem

Lemuel

Len

Leonard

Leo

Leopold

Les

Leslie

Lew, Lou

Lewis, Louis

Mac

Malcolm

Manny

Emanuel, Immanuel, Manuel

Matt

Matthew

Max

Maximilian, Maxwell

Mickey, Mike, Miles

Michl

Michael

Monty

Montague

Morie

Maurice, Morris

Nab

Abel, Abraham

Nat, Nate

Nathl

Nathan, Nathaniel

Ned, Neddy

Edward

Nick

Nichs

Dominick, Nicholas

Nobb

Robert

Noll

Oliver

Norm

Norman

Numps

Humphrey

Nye

Aneurin

Owen

Ewen

Oz, Ozzie

Oswald, Oscar, Osbert, Osmund

Paddy, Pat

Patrick, or any Irishman

Perce, Percy

Percival

Perrin

Peter

Perry

Peregrine

Pete

Peter

Phil

Philip, Theophilus

Phippin, Pip

Philip

Rab, Rabbie

Robert

Rafe, Ralf, Rauf

Ralph

Randy

Randell, Randolph

Ray

Raymond

Reg, Reggie, Rex

Reginald

Rich, Rick

Rd, Ricd

Richard

Rob, Robin

Robt

Robert

Rod

Broderick, Roderick, Rodney

Rolf

Ralph

Rolley

Roland, Rowland

Ron, Ronnie

Ronald

Rory

Roderick

Rube

Reuben

Rudy

Rudolph

Russ, Rusty

Russell

Sam, Sammy

Saml

Samson, Samuel

Sacha, Sandy

Alexander

Seb

Sebastian

Sepp

Joseph

Si, Sy

Josiah

Sid, Syd

Sidney, Sydney

Sim, Sym

Simon, Symeon

Solly

Solomon

Stan

Stanley

Steve

Stephen, Steven

Stew, Stu

Stewart, Stuart

Taddy

Adam

Taffy

David, or any Welshman

Ted, Teddy

Edward, Theodore

Terry

Terence

Thad

Thadeus

Theo

Theodore

Tim, Timmy

Timothy

Toby

Tobias

Tolly

Bartholomew

Tom, Tommy Thos Thomas

Tony Anty Anthony

Val

Valentine

Vic

Victor

Vince

Vincent

Vib

Vivian

Waldo

Oswald

Wally

Wallace, Walter

Walt, Wat

Walter

Wes

Wesley

Wido

Guy

Wilf

Wilfred

Will, Willie, Wilkin Wm, Willm William, Wilbur

Zac, Zach, Zack

Isaac, Zachary

Zac, Zach, Zack Zachh, Zachs Zachariah, Zacharias

Zeb

Zebulon, Zebediah, Zebedee

Zeke

Ezakiah, Ezekiel

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Muse List

Anthony "Tony" Carlton- Lawyer/ District Attorney , Family man, Egotistical, Adoring

Charles Ashford- Mafia boss, protective, headstrong, reserved

Jacob "Jake" Thomas- lawyer, kind, protective of his half sister, alpha male

Chris Cramer- Bartender/Bar Owner, big heart, southern gentleman

Antonio Morales- Law Professor, dominant by nature, protective, adoring

Elijah Parsons- Musician, playboy, heart of gold

Charlotte Archibald- Good girl with her head in the clouds, loves her family and loves life

Christi Thompson- Recently graduated Midwife, lover not a fighter, headstrong

Delilah Arnold- Nurse, southern belle, from Nashville, sweet as pie but will knock you on your ass faster than you can blink

Delilah Bartley- Psychiatrist, full of life, stubborn and wants more than what this life can give her