#benji davies
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
illustration-alcove · 2 years ago
Photo
Tumblr media
Benji Davies’s illustrated book cover for Michael Morpurgo’s The Puffin Keeper.
21 notes · View notes
snovyda · 3 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
The first four officially released shots from Mission: Impossible - The Final Reckoning (2025)
146 notes · View notes
pedroam-bang · 2 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Mission: Impossible – The Final Reckoning (2025)
69 notes · View notes
doodlerdoodle · 1 month ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Some pics of Simon and the crew while filming Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One
Via @simonpegg IG profile
30 notes · View notes
thommi-tomate · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
The classic photo with the Lederhosen 🥹💕
40 notes · View notes
first-ex-wife · 8 months ago
Text
it's been multiple days and I still can only thing of the names of three beatles but i think that's kinda sexy of me that i don't know them that well
2 notes · View notes
sesiondemadrugada · 2 years ago
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Dragged Across Concrete (S. Craig Zahler, 2018).
22 notes · View notes
illctaffairs · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
꒰ ꔫ ꒱ — @womansound asked ❛ [X] for 16th ave ❜        ...part two › benji⠀&⠀davis.
2 notes · View notes
kiingdomforakiss · 9 months ago
Text
@atrickrtreat @ghostsxagain @luriddaze
Co-napping is a beautiful thing. Knock out with me so I know it’s real
681K notes · View notes
telepathiez · 19 days ago
Text
tagdump.
⧽ ⠀ muse name ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ about.
⧽ ⠀ muse name ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ open starters.
⧽ ⠀ muse name ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ imagery.
⧽ ⠀ muse name ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ answered.
0 notes
egoschwank · 4 months ago
Text
al things considered — when i post my masterpiece #1350
Tumblr media
first posted in facebook september 27, 2024
ernst wilhelm nay -- "grün und blau" (1958)
"pictures come from pictures" ernst wilhelm nay
"color is not perceived in isolation; it is always seen in relation to the colors around it" … josef albers
"green and blue just like me, me and you you're nothing like me green and blue this is the point in question" … benjy davis
"a painting has to have shape. shape is a matter of invention, an invented configuration of surface. inventing form is the artist's freedom; enjoying it is the viewer's" … ernst wilhelm nay
"posts depart from posts … a post has to have color … and color, like people, change" … al janik
0 notes
womansound · 1 year ago
Note
separating these by verse but i would not be me if i didn’t say x for niles, denji, or kaihwan 🤲🏻
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
0 notes
sevendavisjr · 2 years ago
Text
1 note · View note
pedroam-bang · 5 days ago
Text
Tumblr media
Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning - Part One (2023)
10 notes · View notes
doodlerdoodle · 1 year ago
Text
#Repost @missionimpossible
• • • • • •
Team Tom or Team Pom?
Decide for yourself and watch #MissionImpossible - Dead Reckoning Part One now on Digital. Link in bio.
24 notes · View notes
Text
NOW LEARN SOMETHIN
aka the real Warriors, the real truce, the real Cyruses, and their real legacy
in the 70s there was not one figure named Cyrus calling for peace and engineering a truce between gangs. because in some ways, there were hundreds. let's set the scene. in the 17th century a swedish settler's house hosted a conference where the dutch and Lenape signed peace treaties. the settler's name was bronck. no one knows who put a frickin X in it, but eventually bronck's land twisted into The Bronx. more of his name stayed intact than any of those treaties.
in 1971, street violence and arson in the south Bronx were inescapable. the Ghetto Brothers named one Black Benjie to the position usually referred to as "warlord", the officer in charge of holding turf borders. except they used a different term, "peace counselor". the Ghetto Brothers were one of the biggest gangs in new york city, but they were also a band, and they had a version of the Black Panthers' free children's breakfast program (which had developed while Angela Davis was with the Panthers), and they advocated for healthcare, and Black Benjie in particular stood up for staying clean and keeping his neighborhood kids in school.
on december 2, 1971, several other gangs were found attacking kids on Ghetto Brothers corners, and they sent their peace ambassador to cool them off. Black Benjie, determined to talk peace, arrived to be told "peace, shit" before a lead pipe and machete were pulled on him. he told his brothers to run. Black Benjie never came home.
one of the street's strongest voices of harmony was killed. and for nothing. blood was on the air. Lorine Padilla, former first lady of the Savage Skulls, recalled, “i knew we were going to war." the Ghetto Brothers put together an armory and grabbed members of the Mongols and Seven Immortals, brutally beating one. (he may have been innocent, and no one was ever convicted for Black Benjie's killing.) several other gangs promised to help take down any gang involved in the killing, just waiting on word from the Ghetto Brothers. everyone knew an all-out turf war was just a matter of time. but before that word went out, another Ghetto Brother and another Benjy, Benjy Melendez, suggested they talk to Black Benjie's mother, Gwendolyn Benjamin, before they commit to that path.
as remembered by Padilla, Gwendolyn just said, “I don’t [want] war. I want peace. My son died for peace."
peace seemed impossible. listening to the end of Warriors can feel pretty bleak. cause who would show up to another peace meeting unarmed after peace's biggest proponent was just killed on their own blocks? right? but here's the truth. they decided to try. within days, the Ghetto Brothers sent out a different message than the city was waiting for. they brought over 150 representatives from over 40 crews to meet at neutral territory, the Hoe Avenue Boys Club of America. this included exactly two women, the leaders of two all female gangs, who were made to sit in back. cops' snipers and reporters waited outside, hungry for blood. Melendez remembers constantly scanning everyone for weapons that might have snuck in. it was tense. and it was slow. they talked of blame. and justice. and then infrastructure. and the lack of social services in the south bronx. and the root causes of gangs. and in the tapes of the meeting: "the whitey don’t come down here man and have no heat in the fucking winter time. we gotta make it a better place to live.” and it turned out hundreds of people had been thinking the same thing. and Melendez told the conclave they weren't gangs anymore, they were an organization looking forward and building something. and then the gang leaders shook hands.
and they signed a treaty.
on december 7, 1971, with Black Benjie's body five days cold, the Hoe Avenue Peace Treaty dictated: groups must respect each other and their women, disputes must be settled by talking or, if needs must, 1-on-1 gladiator-style, "each member clique of the Family will be able to wear their colors in other member cliques’ turf without being bothered", and "PEACE BETWEEN ALL GANGS AND A POWERFUL UNITY.”
the play used to be, crews rocking colors on others' turf would be forced to hand over those clothes. then often, that crew would come back angry and try to get them back, and a war could start. (side note, this is part of what's going on in Orphantown, and i think having one of the circles be unaware of the hit out and following yesterday's etiquette is a really clean, efficient way of establishing the world and stakes.)
but now, the streets were open world. it wasn't perfect and wasn't always followed and still allowed for some violence, but the truce held well enough that Kool Herc could DJ a party in 1973--one and a half years and two and a half miles from the Hoe Avenue peace summit--scratching and emceeing while the crowd b-boyed and sprayed graffiti. musical and cultural ideas could spread from his own jamaican rhythms to Afrika Bambaataa further east and Grandmaster Flash who was now bouncing all around the Bronx.
the spark of decades of tension turned toward creation caught, via parties and cassettes. amidst a borough its own landlords were trying to burn down for the money, this sound became the voice of a culture fighting to keep being heard. over half a century later, hip-hop is celebrated in museums and on every radio, new york city is a tourism capitol of the world, and we get Warriors the album. music scholars call that party in '73 the birth of hip-hop, and many agree that party and its effects wouldn't have been possible without the Hoe Avenue Peace Treaty.
and that summit only happened because a grieving mother set down retribution and called out for peace.
bibliography https://ny.curbed.com/2019/5/3/18525908/south-bronx-fires-decade-of-fire-vivian-vazquez-documentary https://backstoryradio.org/blog/a-bronx-peace/ https://www.thecity.nyc/2023/06/03/black-benjie-ghetto-brothers-gangs-hoe-avenue-peace-treaty-south-bronx-longwood/ https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/651933/why-its-called-the-bronx https://history.hiphop/dj-kool-herc-clive-campbell/ https://rockthebells.com/articles/dj-kool-herc-rec-room-party/
thank you for reading! i get this isn't typically what normal fandom is about, but i'm into history and i think to meet a piece like this halfway, we gotta try caring about the stuff Eisa cares about. i'm writing this in a terrifying moment in my country's history, and it is nourishing to learn the practicalities of how beauty has sprung from hopelessness. it's happened before.
49 notes · View notes