#court chester

[pseudo-hero]

Joker and Lex Have a Fun Chat

Probably stupid but I'm gonna go ahead and post it already haha:

(Extra) What I was inspired by:

(If anyone knows who made the directly above, let me know and I'll give credit.)

[arthistoryanimalia]

#ManuscriptMonday :

“Solomon takes advice from the animals”

from partial copy of Lights of Canopus (Anvar-i Suhayli) by Husayn Va`izi Kashifi (d. 1504-5), painting inscribed to Dhanu; Agra, Mughal India, c. 1595-1600.

Detached folio, ink, colours & gold on paper, Persian text in nasta`liq script with painting on recto.

Chester Beatty In 04.74

“Solomon was known for his great wisdom, and for his ability to speak with all creatures. One day, he had the opportunity to drink the water of life, and to live forever. Hesitating, he decided first to take advice from the animals and birds. They all gathered at his court, and discussed the great decision. The heron advised the king not to choose immortality. There was only enough water for one person, the bird said, so if Solomon were to drink it, then he would outlive everyone he loved.

This folio is from a copy of a highly-regarded Persian text, written by Husayn Va`izi Kashifi (d.1504-05), a preacher and scholar at the Timurid court in Herat (modern Afghanistan): <Lights of Canopus (Anvar-i Suhayli), a reworking of the animal fables Kalila and Dimna (Kalila wa Dimna)>. His patron was Amir Shaykh Suhayli, whose last name is punningly inserted into the new title. Writing in a sophisticated court style, Kashifi composed an updated version of these lively animal fables, which have a long transmission history going back to Persian, Arabic and Sanskrit texts. This manuscript was made in Mughal India, and features 96 paintings (mounted separately).”

[nerdyfan1]

Actually screw it proposing this here but I think Chester x Meeple ship name definitely should be Court Jester.

[phlebaswrites]

Supporting a Soldier (In Flight)

Summary:

There are some places.

(Which can only be filled by the right person.)

An Aburame story.

Takes place in 1945.

Rating: Mature Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Aburame Shino/Fū of Takigakure, Nara Shikamaru/Temari Word Count: approximately 2.5K (Complete and posts one chapter daily)

This story was written for @aburamewaifu​ , @momo-ceros​ , @dumbblossom​, and @fireflylitsky​ , with many thanks for idea bouncing!

Truly, it takes a village.

Warning: This being an Aburame story, it will include insects.

Shino stares up into the sky, the dark glasses he wears protecting him from the glare of the sun.

"The ships have come into contact." The kikaichū which lands on his shoulder crawls up behind his ear. "My wife can see them."

"But can the American's see her?" Shikamaru tosses a kunai into the air before catching it again, and Shikadai-kun rolls his eyes at his father's impatience before slapping a book over his face and lying back on the grass. To all appearances, the boy is asleep, but not even a Nara would be that lazy, particularly not the son of the Kazekage. And yes, the long suffering sigh he makes when his father tugs on his hair is enough to announce his wakefulness.

"I do not think it will matter if they can," Shino frowns at the thought, but he has full confidence in his wife and her partner. "Chōmei-sama is faster than any of the clay birds the Tsuchikage produces, and a naval gun will not hit them except by chance."

They both know it, it's exactly why Fū and Chōmei-sama were chosen for this job, and Shikamaru nods his understanding, but really they're both just airing their anxieties at this point.

Two husbands, keeping each other company while their wives are in danger.

Read the rest on AO3.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Convicts Have Own Ideas of Life's Values," Montreal Star. June 7, 1933. Page 3 & 11. ---- Words Of Wit And Wisdom Are Gleaned From Evidence In Recent Trials ---- THE trials of various St. Vincent de Paul convicts, in connection with last November's rioting at that institution, which have just been completed before Mr.Justice Wilson, in the Court of King's Bench, were not without their words of wisdom and various offering of humor and sarcasm from various prisoners from the great convict station heard in the witness-box.

One after another they took the oath and told their respective stories, either for the Crown or for the defence. Some of them appeared to be human derelicts indeed, but others, either by smart bearing, a flashing smile, a turn of phrase or evident ambition to ingratiate themselves, gave proof of light undimmed by long years of imprisonment.

To begin with, they are not "convicts"; the word is never used. They are "Inmates" to officialdom and "cons" to one another. There are some 1,100 of them in the great penitentiary just outside Montreal and it is very evident that social scale exists within its four grim walls, in just as marked a degree as "outside."

The "stool," or stool-pigeon, for whom the "con" has a name not used in polite society, bears the brand of Judas among his fellows. Then,too, your ordinary, common-or-garden criminal, thug, stick-up man, burglar, thief or what have you, has a bitter contempt for the man committed for statutary offences and unnatural crimes. A man with a long record, even among hardened criminals, stigmatized one of these degenerates from the witness-box.

CHESTER Crosley, with 10 previous prison and penitentiary terms to his discredit and self-admitted ringleader of part of the trouble, who pleaded guilty to setting fire to the trades' building of the penitentiary, provided the court with a bright 20 minutes while he told his own story of the affair. He gave his crime record with pride, but staunchly insisted that he had never committed perjury and did not intend to.

Asked by the Court what had happened to him after the fire broke out and he had seen to its spreading by sprinkling gasoline, Crossley said: "Then I got cut off. I was taken out of there two hours later, with my body all burned. The remains stand before you now!" "Pretty solid remains," said Mr. Justice Wilson, when the laughter had subsided.

Incidentally, "Jazz" Crossley, as his fellow-prisoners call him because there is always a song on his lips, lays all his troubles at the feet of fate. "You have not been very lucky," said the Court when the negro's history had been told.

"That's what comes of being born at midnight," answered the witness, showing two perfect rows of teeth. GEORGES BOIVIN, serving life term for manslaughter, star witness for the Crown in several cases, came under fire of defence counsel for his very apparent willingness to help the authorities. He had just finished a somewhat dramatic recital of one of the incidents of the trouble and of his own share in it. "You read detective stories; Sherlock Holmes and that sort of thing?" suggested the lawyer. "Oh no, Sir," retorted the "lifer" fixing his interrogator with a knowing eye, "I would not go as far as that!"

A BURLY negro, who, according to his own evidence was beset with "breakin' an' enterin'" was being loaded into the patrol wagon of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police for the ride from the penitentiary to the court house. He lagged in the line. "Come on, Rastus! Get a move on!" said the red-coated corporal in charge of the party. "Who is you callin' Rastus?" was the smiling retort.

When the party unloaded at the court house cells, the police officer asked the convict "What is your name, anyway?" The answer came in the same clear, slow modulated voice in which the man later gav eevidence in court. "Ma name is Arthur Morton an' I may tell you that I was very much offended when you call me Rastus!"

Another bright spot in a sordid business was Howard Macdonald, who began a considerable career of crime in Calgary, some years ago. He broke out of Burwash and in prepared to "argue the point" with almost anyone who wants to discuss his affairs; even judges. But there is something about this 6 foot 1 3.4 ins. giant that catches the eye and the sympathies. Here is a bad lad, but with the indefinable "some-thing," which one saw in "king's hard bargains" overseas: the same "something" which brought them from detention to be star performers in tight corners. "Mac" will be heard from, yet!

[crmsndragonwngss]

She did not, however, deny the Scientologist allegations…

[elfleccy]

Give this album a listen: Reimagining In The Court Of The Crimson King

[hepdenerose]

Under Cover (Museum and Market)

Thursday grey and damp, we sought covered spaces to avoid the worst showers. From a rainy Eastgate Street, we sheltered in The Grosvenor Shopping Centre to be diverted by TK Maxx and Castle Fine Art’s window, featuring mediocre efforts by Bob Dylan and Billy Connolly. Emerging on Bridge Street rows, we kept dry until reaching the steps at the end and crossed to Grosvenor Street. We paused to…

[millingroundireland]

Beginning with a boom: Putting down roots in the Adirondacks

I excerpted this from the original post on the WordPress version of this blog, where this, and the previous post are in one document.

On April 18, 1838, John Mills stood before the Warren County Court of Common Pleas, a court which handled “matters of a civil nature.” The court would be abolished nine years later in 1847 when New York reorganized courts across the state, with some action beyond that date as “part of the restructuring process” to some degree. What he told the court was reprinted in his application for naturalization the same day, as recorded by the Warren County Clerk:

John Mills above named being duly sworn doth depose and say that he is of the age of thirty three years and he was born in the Parish of Ballyshehann and County of Tipperary in that part of the Kingdom of Great Britain called Ireland that he embarked at Waterford in the month of July as he believes in the year 1835 and arrived at the city of New York in the state of NY in the month of August and following he has since resided in the state of New York and County of Warren and still resides there. That he came to the United States for the purpose of residing therein and that it is bonafide his intention to become a citizen therein and that he makes his declaration for the said purpose and with such intent – that he hereby renounces from all allegiance to any foreign power potentate state or sovereignty whatever and particularly to the King of Great Britain of whom I am a subject.

This short paragraph told his whole journey to the United States, deriving a whole story! On the 70-71 km (43.5-44 míle) journey from Ballysheehan to Waterford, he likely would have either went by boat, as I suggested for Thomas, or he would have taken a carriage or horse rather than walking the distance as shown in figure 1.4. The rest of the journey, from Waterford to New York City, was a distance of 3,416 nautical miles (nm) or 3,931 miles if they went along the route on a map which is laid out in figure 1.5. All in all, this is a long way to come to be in the United States! From New York City, he may have taken another boat to Warren County, maybe even meeting his brother(s) or other family at the docks. Its hard to know, but one can imagine the circumstances.

Figure 1.4. The journey from Ballysheehan to Waterford by foot. Calculated with Google Maps (shown above)

Figure 1.5: The journey from Waterford to NYC by boat. Map and calculations via http://www.sea-seek.com/tools/tools.php.

The following year, in 1839, one Mills and one Bibby (or more) arrived in New York. Edward Mills arrived in Niagara, New York on June 1 or 2. He, like John Mills, lived in the town of Chester. Also that year, Robert Bibby arrived in the US, with the exact location of his arrival unknown. However, it is clear that he settled in Warren County, New York as well. As the family story goes, he married Margaret Ann Bibby in 1839. This is why the Bibby family matters. They would be the parents, in years to come, of Dora A. Mills, Robert Byron Mills (RBM I), and many others. As for the Bibbys there were a whole group of them that came over in 1839 and settled in Pottersville, NY, including a man named Elias Bibby with a wife named Eleanor and two children. They reportedly left Irelad because their home was burned down twice possibly because they were Protestants in a Catholic area.

By 1840, the Millses and Bibbys were more firmly planting their roots in Warren County. The same year that Robert Bibby gave a naturalization declaration and listing his age, the 1840 census revealed another record listing John Mills. Living in Chester, Warren Co. John Mills and Edward Mills were listed as neighbors. Sadly, this was the census in which only the head of household was listed. But within household of “John R Mills” as he was called in the census was one man aged 30-40, and one female aged 15-29. Undoubtedly this other woman was his wife Margaret, but these tick marks seem to indicate that they did NOT have children yet. If the 1845 New York State Census still existed, it might have listed their children, but sadly it did not.

One year later, in 1841, John Mills again went to the court so he could apply for his citizenship. He was supported by a man named Archibald Darby living in Glens Falls, Queensbury. Also that year, a man named Benjamin Bibby was living, seemingly, in Essex County, New York, town of Minerva, with a wife and child. Also that year, another Bibby immigrated, reportedly, on a ship named the SS Fairfield with his grandfather, Thomas Bibby and grandmother Ann Lyndop. He would live in New York until 1875, with his wife, named Margaret Johanna Shaw, dying six years prior, also in Essex County, New York. The Bibbys would settle in the Adirondack Mountains in horrible farm land in Chester which had a large settlement of Irish and harsh winters. Some would move to Ontario, Canada in later years, staying as farmers sometimes with large amounts of land, while others would go to Chester in Orange County or to Orleans County.

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[merlinmylove]

I have an idea for a Merlin fic but life is chaos so I cannot write it:

So for whatever reason Arthur is away (probably visiting some Lord or Nobel House) and Merlin stays behind (who knows why).

Uthers manservant is ill so he requests Merlin (after all he’s the crown prince’s manservant he should be good enough for the king).

Merlin is now stuck as Uthers servant for a week and I really want to see Merlin try to wake the King up with “rise and shine!! :D”

He talks too much and is entirely too familiar with the King, taking liberties and speaking out of turn, mentioning Arthur by name and not title, is always late with lunch but somehow…

Uther finds him fascinating. He knows Merlin is completely loyal to Arthur (he said so himself in the show). He understands Merlin hears castle gossip like most staff, but he is actually able to understand the significance behind the rumours. Merlin is also trusted by the knights and has insight into the lords and ladies of the court. He sees things, he hears things. Uther can use this

As a physician in training, he is able to treat Uthers old knee injury, and he is clearly learned. He can read and write better than some of the noblemen he’s met. One day Uther enters his chambers and finds Merlin bent over the desk looking over the grain reports “did you notice Lord Chester had been underreporting his grain storage for three years and is selling it under the table to a foreign king?”

Merlin is a terrible manservant…but Uthers clothing had never been cleaner, his armour so polished, his bathwater so hot and his notes so organised. Merlin is continuously late and covered in mud or moss, but somehow Uther finds he doesn’t mind as long as Merlin keeps feeding him important castle gossip.

Arthur gets Merlin back at the end of the week, and Merlin can finally breathe (he’s been a nervous wreck for the last seven days). Uthers servant recovers and the King has a functional servant again as is befitting his station.

But Uther is now willing to overlook some of Merlin’s …ridiculousness and familiarity with Arthur…after all, he’s realised Merlin does have some uses, even though he’s always late with breakfast.

Scenes like this:

“You’re the clumsiest excuse for a servant I’ve ever met!”

“Yes, Arthur says I have the elegance of a newborn lamb”

“Why is there a twig in your hair? It’s unbefitting of your station as servant of the King”

“I fell asleep in a ditch, anyways have you heard Lady Carteret has been seen buying hemlock at the apothecary? I’m sure Lord Carteret is soon to be missing, poor sod”

“Can you never bring me my breakfast on time?!”

“Sorry Sire, the poison tester died this morning after drinking your tea, so I had to brew it myself, and we’re in need of a new poison tester. And in totally unrelated news Lord Milder was seen fleeing the castle”

“Rise and shine!! The sun is up and you should be too!”

“Is this really how you wake your King? And where the hell is my breakfast!”

“Well Arthur usually throws a pillow at me even though it’s my job to wake him in the morning - that lazy arse!”

[katescribblesabit]

now im thinking of angst of timmy in human form for some reason and his old friends spot him like 'holy shit is that turner?!'

fairies aren't allowed to be found out by humans :) And Timmy has a special court order of being prohibited from using a human disguise until a few decades have passed. Usually when Timmy visits earth he would be in an animal disguise, so there is no way of someone spotting him and getting suspicious.

AJ and Chester have a little tradition going on, on someones birthday since he disappeared. they leave a drink out, and it would be gone the next day :)

[weltenwellen]

Gale Marie Thompson, from “Chester Street, Holding Court”

[sweetyamz1]

✦ court Jester npts pack﹕

names — Jester.　Harlequin.　Fool.　Quincy.　Merrick.　Puck.　Raff.　Tobin.　Bard.　Pierrot.　Rigo.　Finn.　Tumble.　Folly.　Razz.　Trixie.　Jingle.　Caprice.　Raffi.　Quill.　Patch.　Motte.　Grin.　Tilty.　Jingle.　Kip.　Scamp.　Riddle.　Tansy.　Jovie.　Merry.　Chester.　Caper.　Ditto.　Spry.　Glee.　Quirk.　Wynn.　Jiffy.

pronouns — jest / jests / jestself.　quill / quills / quillself.　trick / tricks / trickself.　glee / glees / gleeself.　joke / jokes / jokeself.　flick / flicks / flickself.　charm / charms / charmself.　twirl / twirls / twirlself.　mask / masks / maskself.　cap / caps / capself.　prank / pranks / prankself.　skip / skips / skipself.　tilt / tilts / tiltself.　wink / winks / winkself.　grin / grins / grinself.　whim / whims / whimself.　caper / capers / caperself.　giggle / giggles / giggleself.　quips / quips / quipself.

titles — the fool with a thousand faces.　[prn] who dances on the edge of reason.　the trickster in the king’s court.　[prn] who turns sorrow into laughter.　the master of jest and jibe.　[prn] who wears a smile.　the bringer of mirth.　[prn] who hides wisdom in folly.　the laughter in the shadow of the throne.　[prn] who spins tales.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"CHESTER CROSSLEY A DÉCLARÉ ETRE SEUL RESPONSABLE DU FEU," La Patrie. June 1, 1933. Page 13. ----- Chester Crossley, nègre, detenu au pénitencier de Saint-Vincent de Paul, a été le principal témoin ce matin au procés de six bagnards qui comparaissent présentement devant le juge Charles Wilson, aux Assises, sous l'accusation d'avoir mis le feu au cours d'une mutinerie aux ateliers de cordonnerie, confection et Tellure du pénitencier de Saint-Vincent de Paul le 4 novembre dernier. Crossley déclara avoir été condamné à neuf reprises et avoir purgé des sentences dans les prisons de Burwash, Toronto, Kingston, Sudbury, Guelph, Hamilton, London, Cleveland et Detroit. "Et voilà l'histoire d'un pauvre malheureux," de dire le luge après avoir entendu la déclaration de Crossley. "Pas bien chanceux, en réalité", de répondre Crossley. Crossley a déclaré: "J'ai approché Lagacé et lui al manifesté mon intention de faire "quelque chose pour aider mes compagnons." "Je lui ai demandé de défaire les fils du téléphone pour m'aider. "J'ai ensuite mis le feu à des vêtements qui se trouvaient dans l'atelier de la confection". Le priaident du tribunal: "Y avait-il des allumettes ou des briquats entre les mains des prisonniers?" Crowley: "Pas de briquet, main des allumettes. Vous savez, les officiers envoient de temps en temps leurs habits pour les faire presser et on y trouve souvent des allumettes qui sont restées dans les poches." Crossley continue: "Après avoir mis le feu, je suis sorti de l'atelier pour aller chercher encore de la gasoline et lorsque je sais revenu. J'ai été enveloppé par les flammes et je n'ai repris connaissance qu'à l'hôpital. Les restes de ma personne sont préventement devant cette cour".

Le juge: "Restes passablement solides." Le témoin continue: "C'est à peu près tout ce que j'ai à dire. Le reste, je le dirai lors de mon procès." - il indiqus les six accusés à la berre.

Me Robinson: "Est-ce que quelques-uns des accusés à la barre ont fais le feu?* Crossley: "Non, ils ne le pou-vaient pas, car ils ne savaient pas ou se trouvait la gazoline. Ils ne le pouvaient pas.

Le témoin continue: "Je suis celui qui a mis le feu. Seul j'ai mis le feu aux ateliers." Me Robinson: "Prenez-vous toute la responsabilité des dommage qui ont été causés au pénitencier?" Cromley: "Je suis disposé à en prendre la responsabilité. C'est d’ailleurs la propriété du gouvernement!" Les accusés sont: Alphonse Croteau, Emile Sulkosky, Wilfrid Pelletier, Charles, Charles Howard, Jules Lagacé et Georges Gagnon. On s'attend à ce qu'un verdiet soit rendu cet après-midi ou demain.

[normal-entomologizt]

I had a dream when I finished this edit it was so bad it killed Chester himself and I had to go to court, hope it’s not that bad!

[ineedtherapydesperately]

I was listening to the Cyclops saga and more specifically My Goodbye and like tell me why is that song so Red and Queen of Hearts coded?? like a Red and Queen of Hearts coming of age kinda scenario like imagine QoH is all demeaning and condescending towards Red and then Red just snaps?? straight up loses her shit?? like hear me out it's so them

like this is absolutely something QoH would say bsffr especially considering the books as well and girlie is here like I raised you to be the Princess of Hearts?? blah blah we're meant to be evil rulers together in the future for the sake of Wonderland

then the lecture would absolutely turn into a 'why are you such a disappointment' rant and then QoH goes on a whole ass tirade against Red again like

and Red just snaps, thinking about her friends like Chester and Ace, thinking about what QoH did to them and thinking about how she was so utterly powerless against her own mother

so she screams, she yells, she cuts QoH out of her life for good because she's so SICK of her mother constantly telling her what to do, how to act, who to kill. she's so sick of living her life under some Queen, ruled by some Queen

but ofc QoH has to slip in her own little off with their heads reference but surprisingly doesn't put up too much of a fight?? like she just lets Red walk out, which surprises Red until she realises that it's a sick ploy because who can Red turn to now?? she just alienated the RULER of Wonderland, their absolute Queen, their tyrant but Red can't find it in herself to care because she's finally free of her mother

and Red being Red can't resist one last quip at her mother before she leaves the court for the final time, packing her bags and headed off to wherever (probably Chloe) and leaves QoH to wallow in this parting shot because Red was right?? she's all alone?? first, Ella left her, and now her daughter and she's all alone??

idk this song got me thinking things but yeah Red is so Odysseus coded and QoH is so Athena coded