#dardy

[sexcsaint]

I love you Otay

Datts Y

I'm duddie

P/s

Father outlaw otherwise he knows I'm his son outlaw

YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN, KID x LONG LIVE The Eras Tour — Lisbon, Portugal (Night 2) | May 25, 2024

[letras2wi]

DARDY - A E DITE Lyrics

DARDY – A E DITE Lyrics MilieuTV E dite e dite! Zemren ma fike E ty as po tbjen nmen O sa mir jena kon.. E dite e dite Zemren ma fike E ty as po tbjen nmen O sa mir jena kon Sa e sa tkom prit aman Me ty skom pun falem E din e din veq ti… Se ke lyp mi pas tanat Tash nuk ki kurgjo Mamaa E din e din veq ti Fajet fajet kejt fajet i ka rakiaa Hajt hajt se kujtohet Kur vjen vetdijaa Fajet fajet krejt…

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

this show is so fucking stupid i love it so fucking much

[s-h-a-s-e]

i love doctor who :D

transcript attempt below the cut:

(a bandage-wrapped Frankenstein-like figure lies unmoving on a slab. the Doctor and Ian creep reluctantly down a rickety set of stairs towards it. with no apparent cause, the Doctor spins to face Ian, finger pressed to his lips.)

the Doctor: shhh, someone's coming!

Ian: well, take cover!

(the pair move faster down the stairs. they've barely made it into the room, Ian still on the last few steps, when a Dalek appears in an archway.)

Dalek: where are the time travellers?

(the seemingly confused Dalek looks Ian up and down, attempting to move further into the room.)

Ian: the time travellers? they're-

(Ian lunges forward without warning, pulling a lever and sending a portcullis crashing down in front of the Dalek. the eyestalk of which swivels most disgruntledly at the sudden blockade. with a mildly smug head tilt, the Doctor makes to step back over to Ian, only for Frankenstien's monster to sit up. Ian and the Doctor freeze.)

Dalek: do not move!

(whether this command is aimed at the "time travellers" or Frankenstien's monster or both is not made apparent. either way, neither party listens: Frankenstien's monster swings its legs off the slab and stands up, and Ian and the Doctor make quick work of dashing back up the stairs.)

the Doctor: the TARDIS, quick!

Dalek: do not move! i am a Dalek!

(the Dalek shoots Frankenstien's monster as if to prove its point. the shot causes the blacks and whites of the scene to invert for a moment. and that's it. because apart from that, Frankenstien's monster is completely unaffected. almost seeming to enjoy being shot, the thing begins lurching towards the Dalek, movements wild and uncontrolled.)

Dalek: we are invincible!!

(Frankenstien's monster pulls the same lever Ian had before, sending the portcullis back up and giving the thing access to the Dalek. which it wastes no time setting upon. the camera angle changes, to what can only be assumed is the Dalek's perspective, and the whole screen is filled with gleeful snarls and flailing arms as Frankenstien's monster presumably beats it to death.)

Dalek: stop! stop! aargh! aaargh!!

//

(Ian and the Doctor run across the landing and down the main stairs of a large manor house that looks to once have been grand but is now rather rundown, adding to the "spooky" vibe. or, at least, attempting to. the DARDIS (Dalek time machine) sits in view off to one side. once Ian reaches the bottom of the stairs, Vicki runs onto the scene.)

Vicki: oh, there you are!

(Ian and Vicki clasp their hands together as they meet.)

Ian: hello, Vicki :)

(Barbara also runs onto the scene, and Ian, in turn, clasps her hand as well. the Doctor joins the trio as he too reaches the bottom of the stairs.)

the Doctor: well, where have you both been, hm?

Vicki: we found some secret tunnels, and we went down-

Ian: well, don't bother to tell us now. the Daleks are here!

Barbara: the Daleks!?

the Doctor: yes-!

Vicki: look out!!

(the camera angle changes to show the other side of the room. a Dalek is sliding sideways towards the group. at the same time, a caped figure with slicked-back hair steps out of the shadows next to it. the Dalek does not seem to notice.)

Dalek: halt! you will be exterminated!

the caped figure: good...ee-vening...

(the Dalek spins around in apparent shock.)

Ian: quick! into the TARDIS while we've still got a chance!

(Ian, Barbara and the Doctor rush over to the TARDIS, parked a little ways away from the DARDIS. but Vicki hangs back with a troubled look on her face, instead vying to warn the caped figure.)

Vicki: look out, he'll kill you! you'll be killed!!

(the Dalek shoots and the camera zooms on the caped figure's face as the colours are inverted. the shot, once more, does nothing, but the zoom allows us to see fangs protruding from the figure's mouth. hand raised, its lips barely move in time to its speech.)

the caped figure: i...am...Count...Drak-cula...

(Count Dracula(?) turns back to the shadows. the camera then flicks back to Vicki as she finally decides to follow the others, dashing towards the TARDIS. but two more Daleks appear, one from within the DARDIS, the other from [convenient location just out of shot]. the pair corner her, blocking her from entering the TARDIS, which then promptly begins to dematerialise without her.)

Dalek (the one that tried to shoot Count Dracula): eradicate her!

(Frankenstien's monster suddenly reappears (now with added suit jacket and pants), lurching behind the Dalek (the one that came from within the DARDIS). the TARDIS then dematerialises fully, stranding Vicki in this utter madhouse. Frankenstien's monster grabs the Dalek by the dome and begins to tip it over as Vicki runs from the scene.)

Dalek (the same one as before): obliterate!

(as the Dalek is shouting yet seemingly too confused to act, Count Dracula steps behind it again.)

Count Dracula: i...am...Count...Drak-cula...

(the Dalek spins around and, not quick to forget their previous encounter, backs away in what can only be described as fear. seeing this, Count Dracula reaches toward it, stepping steadily closer. with each step, he alternates which hand is reaching out, cape flapping as he moves.)

Count Dracula: don't go...don't go...don't go...

(as Count Dracula's mantra continues, the camera switches back to Frankenstein's monster, who proceeds to lift the Dalek before slamming it to the ground with an inhuman yell. the camera cuts abruptly to a ghostly figure shrieking at the top of the stairs. one of the Daleks attempts to shoot the thing, to the continued soundtrack of Count Dracula begging it not to go. the colour inverts once more, but again, it's to no avail, and in fact, the ghost shrieks happily with laughter as if thoroughly enjoying it. the camera switches again to a shot from within the entrance of the DARDIS. two upright Daleks are visible at the bottom of the staircase, along with one laid out across the floor, currently being beaten by Frankenstein's monster. Vicki runs warily inside, trying to escape via the only time machine available, even if it means stowing away on a Dalek-manned ship. the camera shifts one last time as Frankenstein's monster continues to senselessly beat the already defeated Dalek. defeated to the point where parts are falling off. the remaining [see: not currently becoming shrapnel] Daleks scramble to flee in a panic.)

Dalek 1: embark at once!

Dalek 2: at once!

Dalek 1: yes! embark!

Dalek 2: embark! embark at once!!

Daleks 1&2: embark! embark! embark! embark!

(the pair wobble feverishly towards the DARDIS. Frankenstein's monster snarls at them as they pass, before slamming against the defeated Dalek's dilapidated shell once more.)

the end :)

[stayhighuntildeath]

„Ich lass dich nicht allein, ich hab's geschworen.“

@neverneedabitchimwhatabitchneeds

[jennyforeigner]

Turns out I have to keep fencing forever now because when it was introduced to England, conservatives of the era thought it made you gay.

[corujamaster]

Previsão de raios e trovoadas

Antes, notamos que depois da tempestade chegou a calmaria. Agora, poderíamos ter raios e trovoadas extras em vez da bonança… O que os mercados podem ver após os ajustes na cobertura da Petrobras? E quanto à tentativa de alterar o que foi credenciado com a privatização da Eletrobras? Ou os ajustes que estão fazendo em diretrizes legais que devem ser reprovadas pelo STF e não deveriam ser feitas?…

[alaskan-wallflower]

imagine post book the curtis boys take johnny to the beach one day. just the four of them. dally was in the cooler and two bit was probably wasting away in margaritaville or whatever and steve was at work so it’s just the four of them. johnny obviously isn’t the same after the church fire and he feels useless because he’s in a wheelchair now for life. but they still bring him.

pony LOVES reading on the beach. he’ll just sit there with his feet in the water with his little umbrella and sunglasses. he even reads out loud for johnny. johnny refuses to take his shirt off because he’s nervous about people 1. seeing his vitiligo and 2. people seeing his burn scars. so he keeps his shirt on. soda tries convincing the two to go in the water byt pony isn’t much of a fan of the ocean as opposed to reading. so him and johnny are just reading gone with the wind or great expectations for the billionth time while the sun sets.

soda is tanning. he’s the only curtis brother who can lmao-he’s getting flirted with left and right and he kinda flirts back but never means anything by it. He just wants to relax. He def brought all the snacks and brought way too many but the four are big eaters so they didn’t care. So he’s just sitting with a water bottle in one hand, a sandwich in the other, shirtless and with sunglasses on and he looks like fucking apollo himself. he loves the water and only convinces darry to go in with him and the two are absolutely being way too rough lmao-soda gets really tuckered out though and just passes out on his chair and has to be carried back to the car

darry is sleeping honestly. darry needs a break and he damn well deserves one. he loves showing off honestly. he’s got a nice build that he worked hard for, he has every right to show it off!! he probably gets mistook for pony, soda and johnny’s father and it bothers him endlessly. he just passes out as soon as they get there because he’s like a cat. you put him in the warm, he passes right out. Soda reapplies his sunscreen for him when he’s asleep and Dardy will be half asleep and will just mumble something about how nice the massages feel lmao-

in the end the four watch the sun set. they listen to pony ramble. they play in the water with soda (pony sits with johnny on the side since he can’t really/doesn’t want to go in, and they all make daddy know that they appreciate the outing.

i need more summertime fun headcanons with these sillies

[sexcxsblog]

TEYZEM DEDİĞİN KADIN

Öncelikle kendimi tanıtayım (22) 1.90 boy 82 kilo kirli sakallıyım teyze dedigim kadın ( 39) kapalıydı (şuan açıldı )aile dostumuzun karısı 1.60 koca gotlu koca göğüslü askere gitmesen önce çok sıkıldığını ve gezmek istediğini söyledi ve isimler gercek değil veli amcadan izin al dedim ve izni alacağanı söyledi 2 gun sonra izni kapmisti sahil kenarina gittik bir aksam biralar alip arabada oturuyorduk kocasindan dert yaniyordu baska bir sohbet etmedik ona akil veriyordum dönüş yoluna koyulduk ve arabayi surerken dizime kafasini koydu yan bir sekilde uzandi sikim tas gibi olmustu durumdan rahatsiz olmayip sikime baski yapiyordu kafasiyla bundan güc alıp elimi gotune attim ve oksamaya baslayip guzel bir vucuda sahipsin diyebildim sadece o da gulerek tepki verdi oksamayla yetindim o gece evine geldik esine selam verdim ve bende evin yolunu tuttum aklima girmisti artik sikecektim.Askere gidecegim gun ev de toplanildi kalabalıklasdi odama sigara icmeye gecmistim ki arkamdan geldi sigara yakti iki duman almisti ki beni dort gozle bekliyecegini soyledi ve dudaklarima yumuldu kacarcasina cikti gitti sasirmistim beklemiyordum. Askere gittigimde 6 ay boyunca telefnda knsstuk ve iple cekiyordum gelmeyi birbirimizi bosaltip karsimda farkli ic camisirlariypa beni kudurtuyordu askerlik bitti ve gelmistim ertesi sabah kahvaltidan sonra arayip musait olup olmadigini sordum hâla yatakda uzandigini soyledi ve 15 dk sonra yanindaydim kapiyi actiginda kirmizi dantelli kilodu ve sutyeni uzerinde tul bir sabahlik vardi kapiyi kapatir kapatmaz yasladim ve deli gibi sevismeye basladik onume diz cokup agzina aldi kopek gibi yaliyordu inanilmaz birseydi hemen odaya gectik ve amini yalamaya basladim basda sacma bir tepki olarak istemedi bunu ilkdefa yapacagini soyledi cok sasirmistim 2 cocuk annesiydi ve yillardir evliydi amini yalamaya basladim asiri zevk aliyor ve kivraniyordu suratım zevk sulari icerisinde kalmıstı net 2 defa orgazm olmustur. Dayanamayip yan yatirdim ve bacaklarini actim icine girerken o kadar zorlandim ki ifade edemem bunu kelimelerle cok dardi bu nasil mumkun olur anliyamiyorum asiri zevk aliyordum bosalmamak icin dreniyordum adeta bir sure sonra kucagama aldim ve sert bir okadarda hizli sekilde sikmeye basladim uzerime fiskirirken benim kocam adam degilmis diye inliyordu ve icine patladım.hemen gidip temizlendik ve bi sigara yaktık sigaram bitmeden agzina aldı tekrar ve domaldı hadi kocacım sik orosbunu derken gözlerimin içine bakiyordu göğuslerinden tutarak sikmeye basladim saclarini cekerken daha sert olmami istiyordu köpek dayanamadım ve icinden çıkıp belden asagini temizle gel köpek seni paramparca edicem ikiletmedi gitti geldi hemen domal dedim tekrar ve gotunu yalamaya basladim cok sasirmis ve tepkisiz olmaz hic siktirmedim diye yalvariyordu senin kocan gavat sa benim yapabilicek birseyim yok parcalicam gotunu köpek diye cevap verdim ami yine sulanmisti hemen bir krem surdum gotune titriyordu altimda korkudan ve yan yatirip once amina girdim zevke geldigi sirada cikip gotune kafasini soktum ciglik cigliga kaldi ama nafile yavas hareketlerle ilerlen sikim kirilacakdi sanki cok dardi ben boyle bi kadin sikmemistim daha once 5 dakika gotu alistikdan sonra hizlanmaya basladim alismisti resmen aciyla karisik inlemeye basladi ve hizlandim kopek gibi sikiyordum resmen gotunu sen harika bir adamsin bundan sonra benim kocam sensin diye zevke kapilmis bir sekilde inliyordu asiri zevk aliyordum gotunden cikip kucagama aldim ve amina girdim tekrar boynumu yalamaya basladi sımsıkı sarildim gotunuden tutup hizli bir sekilde sikmeye basladim bayilacaktim ustumde titreyerek bosaldi ve bosalmam icin yalvariyordu artik ustumden kaldirdim ve diz cokturdum sikimi ve tasakklarimi yalarken suratina bosaldım harika birseydi cok zevk almistik. Bir sure sonra ben evlendim ve hâla bu olgunla iliskimiz devam ediyor bir olgun daha bulursak grup yapmak istiyoruz en kisa zamanda onuda paylaşacağım sizlerle sizi seviyorum. Fake hesabımdan ulasmak isterseniz.Twiter Hayal .Ahayal5

[conilsolenegliocchi]

~ L'arciere ~

Essenza di assenza.

Retrogusto d'assenzio.

Dardi infallibili i ricordi di te.

@conilsolenegliocchi 🐞

[untilteddocument]

After-Action Archive Caves of Qud - The Next Big Step

Welcome again, one and all, to the After-Action Archive! I have a massive feast for you this time, my readers. After the events covered in the last post, things have smoothed out to a large extent, but what came afterward is...

I think I can sum this up by saying that this is Part One of a...I sincerely don't know, it's at least four parts just going by the number of screencaps I have. Though I don't think it reaches nearly the same emotional point as the last post, it goes places. With that in mind, let's get started.

The quest with Pax Klanq went less remarkably in most ways this time than it did last time, so I decided to skip the report for it and proceed directly to the step afterwards. After securing Klanq's assistance, I reported back to Barathrum, and he had something for me to take care of.

Now this seems like a hell of a task. Well, not that the end goal is any less ambitious, but this makes me feel an inkling of its true significance. I do acquiesce, but with no small amount of trepidation.

Thankfully, I already have a trusty pickaxe, and carting the tattoo gun around is not a problem. I visit the rest of the Barathrumites for their input.

Iseppa, concerned with dreams as she often is, marveled at the journey required.

The chef Dardi, meantime, asked me for a favor.

Hortensa, filled with motherly concern, expressed such.

The shopkeeper Mafeo, on the other hand, was filled with more confidence.

The others expressed similar well-wishes and concern, all of which I thanked them for, before I made my final stop.

After paying my respects, I once again "journeyed" to Ezra, and by "journeyed" I mean "I used my recoiler to teleport there, along with my entourage."

Speaking of my entourage, in the intervening time between my defense of Grit Gate, my negotiation with Pax Klanq, and now, I had time to...expand it.

I will start with a more conventional addition. Warden Une is the protector of the anarchist Yd Freehold, a deft hand with the hurdy-gurdy...and a runaway from the Putus Templar. "Kinslaying and treason" sure paints a picture, as does that mask. It marks them as a Murmur, a ritualized symbolic outcast to a certain community of the Putus Templar, though now literal, I guess. My curiosity did get the better of me and I did ask, but they gently rebuffed my questions. Fair enough, and there's more to talk about anyways.

I saw that they had a penetrating radar cyber-implant installed, which lets them see through obstacles in a wide radius, a boon in dark and convoluted spaces. That radius is boosted by compute power, and as luck would have it, I had stumbled across that coronet pre-modded with co-processors, which granted more for the radar to use. Figuring this would be as good a theme to have as any, I outfitted them with more ways to boost compute power (the wrist calcs, and I have a palladium mesh tabard in the works) and ways to use it.

Aside from the penetrating radar, the point-defense drone uses compute power to help track incoming explosives, and I am planning to replace those hand rails with blood-gradient hand vacuums, which have less raw damage and penetration but take advantage of compute power to generate ammo more quickly and can even heal their user.

I also happened to have a spare ceremonial vibrokhopesh, which I modded similarly to Yrame's kit. With their bonus to penetration from Aggressive Stance, Penetrating Strikes, and the vibrokhopesh's sharp mod, Warden Une will be doing plenty of damage even to the most heavily-armored enemies. All this combined with their shield and the skills to use it means they're basically the equal of even the sturdiest Knight-Commanders of the Holy Temple...

...but what's a knight to a god?

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By luck, I had stumbled on Oboroqoru's lair while doing a quest on behalf of Indrix. At the time, I wasn't on good enough terms with apes to be welcome there, so I backed off, but thankfully, through various methods, I was able to build my reputation with them in the intervening time such that I could enter with no problems. The trip was largely uneventful, and before long I met the God of Apes and convinced Him to join my cause.

Even a cursory glance at His abilities and skills told me that He's beyond reproach as a combatant. His mighty fists and the cudgel-focused skills He puts to use with them could flatten pretty much anything in a few flurries, and speaking of, He is skilled in multi-weapon fighting. His armor value when properly equipped is absurd, and even getting past that means having to chip away at His 896 HP. He's the ideal tank, perhaps the second-strongest fighter I have on my side.

Who's the strongest? I'll answer a question with a question.

What's a god to a sludge?

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Out of the three, I had actually made this soupy sludge's acquaintance first, on my way to find Pax Klanq. This time, I wasted no effort searching for the various liquids to put it over the top, plus my pre-prepared store of cudgels to fill up its pseudopods and keep it generating new ones with each drink it took.

In total, that's forty-five limbs' worth of attacks (I missed one opportunity to force it to make new arms).

While Oboroqoru definitely has it beat in terms of individual hit quality (His strength is far superior, which combined with His fists lets Him overwhelm even well-armored targets) and defense, the sludge has several advantages, not least of which is its whopping 290 quickness, which works very well with its limbs' 100% offhand attack chance. What's more, the liquid pseudopods' special effects are something that Oboroqoru's fists simply can't replicate, offering effects ranging from weapon disarms to confusion to spawning in friendly plants. Anything that tries stepping up is taking their life in their hands.

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With my team thus expanded, I returned to Erza with a purpose in addition to hitting up Yla Haj and Sixshrew for whatever new stuff they had in stock. Now, Barathrum had said that the Mark of Death was lost, but in my travels, I had happened across information that gave me a lead.

There are many relics of the past still extant in Qud, with memories painted or even carved into them. On one such relic was part of what I needed.

Rebekah, Resheph's mentor, had stolen the Mark of Death, but on her deathbed, was forgiven by Resheph and buried in Ezra.

The other part came from my first trip to the cemetery, when I spoke to someone who always seemed to spend his time there.

I hailed him and asked him why he always held vigil where he did.

So he would know something of Rebekah's grave, though my curiosity got the better of me first. What deeds did he mean?

He tells me a bit about the mopango, subterranean creatures who have awoken to sapience and philosophy, and while fascinating, I decide to cut to the chase. Being a repentant graverobber, he gave me the expected question.

I consider for a moment. Can I truly count my quest as just? Ambitious, yes. Pivotal, certainly.

Just?

If Barathrum is right and the injunction placed on the planet is over and we're being welcomed into the greater community, responding would likely lead to better lives for all. Medicine, technology, transportation to the stars, the sky was literally the limit.

But what if he was wrong?

What if the message is nothing, just wishful thinking sculpting noise? Doubtful; cagey as he is, I highly doubt Barathrum would move so drastically on a hunch. What if it won't lead to anything good? What if it's a signal of some kind of purge? What if it's further admonishment, an extension of our sentence?

Really, even if so, the answer was clear. Regardless of the message, something up there is calling for us, and to refuse to answer would be to deny important knowledge. If ignorance is bliss, I would wipe the smile off my face.

With this in mind, I honestly answered in the affirmative. That's when he gave me the clue I needed.

The only thing left was to find Rebekah's grave. The cemetery is small, so it didn't take long to find what I was looking for.

And there's the Mark. Unassuming, all things considered, but this would be our key to wider frontiers. With the mark carefully memorized, I returned to Omonporch, where the Barathrumites were busy making their preparations for the Spindle, leaving me to mine.

This is the Death Gate, one of the entrances to the Tomb of the Eaters. The other, the Life Gate, is also sealed, but with no clue on how to open it and no reason to go in that way, it's a non-issue. Here, though...

Well...time to "be dead," I guess.

[stregamorganablog]

Adorabile strega, ami tu i dannati?

Dimmi, conosci l’irremissibile?

Conosci il Rimorso dai dardi avvelenati

cui il nostro cuore serve da bersaglio?

Adorabile strega, ami tu i dannati?

(Charles Baudelaire)

[mossymandibles]

I’m the big dardy thardy today wuaw I made it

[marquise-justine-de-sade]

"– Ma tu mi ami? chiese Alice.

– No, non ti amo rispose il Bianconiglio.

– Alice corrugò la fronte ed iniziò a sfregarsi nervosamente le mani, come faceva sempre quando si sentiva ferita.

– Ecco, vedi? – disse Bianconiglio – Ora ti starai chiedendo quale sia la tua colpa, perché non riesca a volerti almeno un po’ di bene, cosa ti renda così imperfetta, frammentata. Proprio per questo non posso amarti. Perché ci saranno giorni nei quali sarò stanco, adirato, con la testa tra le nuvole e ti ferirò. Ogni giorno accade di calpestare i sentimenti per noia, sbadataggine, incomprensione. Ma se non ti ami almeno un po’, se non crei una corazza di pura gioia intorno al tuo cuore, i miei deboli dardi si faranno letali e ti distruggeranno. La prima volta che ti ho incontrata ho fatto un patto con me stesso: mi sarei impedito di amarti fino a che non avessi imparato tu per prima a sentirti preziosa per te stessa. Perciò Alice no, non ti amo. Non posso farlo"

-Lewis Carrol

[friendlessghoul]

Hey there!

So not having read many biographies of Buster, how did he feel about being teamed up with Jimmy Durante? I know Buster got along with Roscoe Arbuckle and was good friends with him, but I'm curious to know if he and Durante got along.

Hey! Sorry for the delayed response, but here is what I was able to find. There isn't a whole lot in the books, but we do get an idea of how he felt, with additional context and all that.

James Curtis - A Filmmaker's Life -

(Pg 416) - Keaton heard that Mayer was out to build up Broadway acclaimed Schnozzola at his expense.

(Pg 418) - From the outset, it was clear to Keaton that he and Jimmy Durante lacked chemistry. “He tried hard, and I tried hard, but our styles, our timing, didn’t jibe.” Each extended the utmost courtesy to the other, Durante making no attempts at upstaging and Keaton giving him all the room he needed, even to the point of suggesting retakes on scenes where the Schnoz appeared to be overshadowed. 

(Pg 419) “Durante just can’t keep quiet,” Buster complained. “He’s going to talk no matter what in the thunder happens. You can’t direct him any other way.”

Tom Dardis - Keaton the Man Who Wouldn’t Lie Down -

(Pg 202) - Some people felt that Durante was brought in to fill out Busters pictures, to give them an extra dimension, but this was firmly denied by Weingarten.

No. Keaton was doing a certain amount of business. And we thought that Durante… in this particular role, would be fine, that’s all. We weren’t thinking of bolstering him. There were a number of pictures made, we tried our best. If it wasn’t good enough, that’s another thing. But we didn’t set out to destroy Buster….  

(PG 204 - 205) - Buster was unhappy working with Durante for two reasons. He was aware that Mayer had high hopes for “Schnozzola,” and that he was being given parts in Busters films as a showcase for his talent. Buster was quite sure that he and Durante didn’t belong in the same picture: 

Then of course, when you give me a Jimmy Durante— they brought him in there to play a part in a picture with me. Well, Durante just can't keep quiet. He’s going to talk no matter what happens. You can’t direct him any other way. Louis B. Mayer liked him very much; it could have been that he was brought out to replace me, I don’t know….

(Pg 205) - Buster disliked working with Durante for personal as well as professional reasons. Durante invariably punctuated all of his conversations with Buster by punching him on the upper arm and chest. Since Durante was, in Buster’s words, “strong as a bull,” this constant rain of punches really hurt, but Buster was simply too polite to tell him to stop. The punching continued unabated for the next year.

(Pg 221) - What did bother him was that MGM was no longer under obligation to star him in his films; the new contract made a point of the fact that he could be starred or co-starred as the studio saw fit. This contract made it possible for MGM to have Jimmy Durante as the official co-star of their films together.

MGM considered Durante fully Keaton’s equal and wanted to be able to indicate it on the film credits.

Buster Keaton & Charles Samuels - My Wonderful World of Slapstick -

(Pg 236) - The experiment I know most about was the one made by Louis B. Mayer when he teamed up Jimmy Durante and myself in a series of features. There is no one in the world like Durante, bless him, but in my opinion, we just did not belong in the same movies.

(Pg 237) - At any rate, as I see it, there was no way to mesh, match, or blend Durante's talents with mine. Yet Jimmy would have been great in the pictures that we did together if he would have been merely to do spots of comedy instead of playing a character all of the way through.

However, he was very good in the one picture we made together that had quality. I think this was because the character he played was very much like the real Jimmy Durante. The picture was Speak Easily, which was based on a Clarance Budington Kelland story and had a sound plot.

From the time Jimmy and I were teamed up I heard rumors that Mr. Mayer was planning to build him up at my expense. This didn't worry me much, although I can't say I liked it. With my record of successful pictures, I felt I was a fixture at M-G-M. I couldn't imagine anyone there wanting to get rid of me. If Jimmy Durante could replace me, it would be on his superior ability. Like a lot of men, the world considers modest and humble I had unshakable confidence in my talent and ability to hold the place that I had staked out for myself. Dana Stevens - Camera Man (Pg ) Though the two were friendly offscreen, Keaton admitted years later that Durante’s constant rain of chummy punches in the arm actually hurt. 

It doesn't seem as though there was any animosity towards Durante. Buster appeared to make the best of the situation as MGM was forcing them together and there wasn't much else he could do. He acknowledged that their style just wasn't meant to mix and that was all there was to it. They took plenty of photos together for publicity but not much else? There's probably more information out there but this is the extent in the books that I have. Their personalities didn't mix on or off the screen but it didn't cause any issues between them. I'd imagine partially due to Jimmy's boisterous friendly attitude and Buster being passive and never speaking up. Though I don't think there was much for Buster to have complaints about, other than being hit constantly.

Hope this helps and thank you for the ask! And now photos -

[killed-by-choice]

“Chryssie Roe,” 23 (USA 1975)

“Chryssie,” a perfectly healthy 23-year-old, was counted in the CDC’s 1975 count of American deaths from legal abortion. Although the reporting system was continuously inadequate and did not comprehensively require reporting of abortion statistics, some deaths still managed to make it into the report.

Chryssie was 16 weeks pregnant when she underwent a hazardous saline instillation abortion. Despite being so hazardous that even the notoriously pro-abortion Soviet Union banned the use of the method, the United States still allowed it to be performed and advertised as “safe and legal” to women like Chryssie. In parts of the US that still permit abortion, it still hasn’t been banned.

Like so many others, Chryssie suffered a fatal complication. Amniotic fluid tainted with hypertonic saline leaked into her bloodstream during the abortion and killed her. The symptoms began presenting immediately after the saline was injected, meaning that the abortionist may have mistakenly injected the fluid directly into her bloodstream.

Other women and young girls killed in America by saline abortions include Jackie Bailey (29), Linda Boom (35), Twila Coulter (21), Angel Dardie (22), Gwendolyn Drummer (15), Christella Marie Forte (16), Lynn McNair (24), Nathalie Meyers (16), Kathryn Marie Morse (20), Elizabeth Tsuji (21), Cheryl Tubbs (29), Carmen Rodriguez (31), “Abigail” (23), “April” (17), “Becky” (18), “Eleanor” (20), “Ellen” (22), “Julie” (14), “Lana” (20), “Malorie” (35), “Martha” (20), “Melanie” (32), “Melissa” (27), “Meredith” (29), “Nancy” (16), “Phyllis” (age unknown), “Sara” (20), “Trinity” (33), “Wendy” (23) and “Willow” (21).