#digital commonwealth

[petsincollections]

White duck is pet on Beacon Hill

Leslie Jones Collection

Boston Public Library

Digital Commonwealth: Massachusetts Collections Online

[deweydell25]

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[seasonallydefective]

Found it!! Here’s a photo of the William Dean House at 71 Fairfield Avenue — photo is from sometime within 1887-1889.

I can’t believe that this big, beautiful, 1887 Queen Anne Victorian in Holyoke, Massachusetts is under $1M. It has 7bd., 3.5ba. and is priced at $549,900. Kind of disappointed in some of the reno, though.

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[knightlyknight-art]

“Well aren’t I lucky they thawed you out just for me?”

Falloutober 27- Green

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The Great Green Jewel of the Commonwealth, Diamond City or Piper Wright’s eyes? Lmao she is my actual beloved and I pick her every single play-through.

[i-vrdude]

Here are the artworks that I created today and yesterday!

[lakecountylibrary]

[ID:

Richmond Crusade for Voters flyer. Pencil drawing of a hand smashing a chain with a heavy hammer that says Vote.

Text: you've got it…USE IT!

Votes mean FREEDOM. Register and vote Votes mean EQUALITY. Register and vote Votes mean first-class citizenship. Register and vote. Votes mean better schools, better jobs, better housing. Register and vote USE YOUR VOTE TO WIN YOUR RIGHTS To Vote in November, you must REGISTER NOW!

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A powerful tool that you can wield…

“Controlling the Vote – Rights. Registration. Representation.” uses archival materials to explore the history of attempts to control who has access to the polls in America. 

[nariarts]

[glitziiegutz]

Silly spiders in sneakers are my weakness

[petsincollections]

The three little pigs

National Child Welfare Association

Lawrence Public Library

Digital Commonwealth

[humanoidhistory]

Sweet Apollo space foods, 1969.

(Digital Commonwealth)

[daryldove]

Watch Me

kinktober #3: sex tape

nsfw, daryl x gn!reader

Life in the Commonwealth brought back many old luxuries. Your love for photography being one of them. Daryl, your incredible husband, had saved up enough to buy you your first camera not long after arriving; a cute little polaroid camera. From there your collection only got bigger, especially once you started up a freelance business.

The latest addition was a simple digital camera, bought with the idea in mind to capture memories for later. You're leaning against the kitchen counter in your small apartment, an upgrade your job allowed, reading through the instructions. The door opens behind you, thick arms wrapping around you waist soon after.

Daryl buries his face in your neck. When you first started dating, you were initially surprised at how clinging he was. It seemed so out of character from the standoffish Daryl you knew. But you learnt quickly that's just how the real and comfortable Daryl acted. It meant he finally felt safe enough to be himself. Valuing touch so much meant he could hardly go a day without missing you. You press back against his chest with a sigh.

“Hey handsome.” He just grunts in response, not wanting to draw away from your scent yet. You knew he hated his job, hated being away from home. You pull up your intertwined hands to kiss across each of his knuckles as he finally peers up from your neck.

“‘s that,” you have to resist a shiver at his rough voice against your ear.

“This? Video camera, thought it might be nice, you know? Show the others everything they're missing…” Your voice fades out as Daryl's teeth graze against your neck, and you suddenly notice a hardness poking your ass. “Seriously?”

“Couldn't stop thinking about ya all day…” He starts tugging on your shorts, as if demonstrating his neediness. Snorting at the thought of him being forced to train while pent up, you drag him towards your room. You had a sudden idea if he was open to it. Thank god Carol is picking up the kids tonight.

You push Daryl down onto the bed with a hand on his chest, giggling as he lands with a huff. Once sliding your shorts off, you immediately crawl on top of him.

“Why ya still have that?” His eyes drop to the camera in your hands.

Leaning to kiss him once, you whisper against his lips. “Maybe I wanna film us… if that's okay.”

His expression is a mixture of curiosity, interest, and mild unease. You kiss down his jaw as you reassure him. The last thing you want to do is make him uncomfortable, but you knew well by now that sometimes he just needs a little boost. “No one's gonna see it but me and you.”

He shrugs you off, but there's a growing blush on his cheeks as he continues to think about it. This isn't the first time you've done something like this. He owned several scandalous polaroids of you. His eyes follow the camera as you place it on the bed beside you, close enough to reach if he decides to. You turn your focus to pulling off your shirt and unbuckling his belt.

It's only once your hips are hovering over his, pressing his tip into you that Daryl's attention is drawn back to the camera. This time, he picks it up without reluctance, and you stop immediately to watch him with a slightly smug expression. “Change your mind, big boy?”

The archer doesn't answer, instead thrusting his hips up slowly as he turns the camera on. You gasp in surprise. What a tease. He rests the camera on his chest, making sure the angle is okay before guiding your hips down with a rough grip. Something about the way he borders between caring and primal when he is this desperate turns you on drastically.

Your fingers run down his chest, arms, mapping any part of him you can reach again and again as you grind against him. Whines and grunts fill the air as you set a swift pace, almost completely forgetting about the camera capturing it all. Daryl's hold on your hips grows tighter as he grows closer, his heavy gaze narrowing as he admires the way you're lost in ecstasy. He grunts in brief annoyance and tosses the camera to the side, caring more about feeling all of you. He shifts to hug you against him as he fucks up into you harder. You whimper against his shoulder, gripping onto him like a lifeline.

“So close-” You barely even finish before you're tensing above him, toes curling as his thrusts turn deep and sharp. You must cum together, because he stills and hugs you closer once you collapse against him. The last five seconds feel like a complete blur, but your body tingles from the aftermath.

You both lay there, panting and basking in each other's arms. Daryl rubs a warm hand over your back, listening as you start mumbling about the video probably not being any good.

“Guess we'll have to try again.”

[cawthedwal]

(4/???) their combined name is Sigismund

Simple reference sheets for characters me and my boyfriend have

[ross-hollander]

Lesser Known Legends...

...of the Inner Sphere and Beyond: everyone knows their The Bounty Hunter and their Black Marauder, but some notables never seem to really find the fame they deserve. For instance...

"The Grinch", name unknown, attacked Christmas tree farms in a pine-green Hatchetman across the Commonwealth in the years following the Jihad; speculated to have been disgruntled with the omnipresent holiday season sales advertising. Never apprehended. The damage was estimated to have been in the tens of millions.

Willy Divou, the "Red Paper Clip Bandit". Started in a raggedy CattleMaster, broke into military bases ranging from the Capellan Confederation to the furthest reaches of the Combine, swapping for a new, better 'mech each time. Arrested and executed after being baited with a rumors of an 'experimental improved Atlas'.

Theodora Mirene, the "Brick Wall". A Civil War mercenary whose grotesquely modified Stalker avoided differing weapons restrictions and parts availability in the various systems she operated in by not having any. She butted and body-checked over twenty enemy 'mechs down over her career, before retiring from battle strain.

Toni Anathol, "The Solaris Menace". Active from 2904-6 as the only person to ever reach double digits (27, all told) for streaking in the 'mech arenas. Was captured when he twisted an ankle brutally mid-run, but fans demanded his release. His career was over after that, though he received the only official Solaris Medal of Spontaneity.

"The Possum Pilot", spotted across numerous battlefields but consistent in their tactics during the Andurien Crisis. Always piloted an Archer so dilapidated as to appear to be a wreck, then sprung up and fired on unsuspecting FWL troops. Killed when stepped on by a Zeus that took them for underfoot wreckage. Body was unidentifiable.

Susan Ravenwater, "The Party Bus", a Hell's Horses pilot active during STAMPEDE with a dicey strategy of ordering every Elemental in their Nova onto their 'mech, and moving as a flanker to drop twenty-five Elementals into the fight when the enemy was fighting what they assumed was elements of a standard Star.

"Big" Boots A. Tajag, a mercenary for the Dominion during their war against the Combine. A dedicated Trebuchet pilot who practiced the self-taught "art of 'mech-jitsu". Never scored a confirmed kill in the field: only ever knocked over or tripped enemy 'mechs. Died to a Locust whose reverse knee joints baffled his technique.

Jared Hada, the "Turtle of Terror". Piloted a massive, over-armored Rifleman which would drop into planetside docks and depots, firing on anyone trying to enter or leave until a ransom was paid for access to the supplies. This worked until a Lyran supply depot simply waited him out, breaking in and arresting him when he fell asleep during the standoff.

[fatehbaz]

They’ve built a “Great Wheel” on the Seattle waterfront [...].

The small timber village became a military outpost in the Puget Sound War [...], [and] soon evolved into a trade gateway, with timber tailings and other industrial trash from Henry Yesler’s mill used to fill in the marshlands [...], atop which migrant laborers raised tents and shanties [...] now working to feed raw materials into the furnaces of the Second Industrial Revolution burning in the East. [...] The first nationwide strike ripped across the country’s railways in 1877, but in Seattle the unrest took on a grim character, as thousands of unemployed white workers rioted against their Chinese counterparts [...]. Meanwhile, [...] local elites rebuilt [...] downtown [...] from scratch, hosting the tallest building on the West Coast alongside other new constructs [fueled] with money gleaned from the supply chains linking eastern capital to Alaskan gold. [...] Today the city - again rebuilt [...] - is seen as one of the primary beneficiaries of the “Fifth” Industrial Revolution in information technology, outshone only by California’s Silicon Valley. [...] The digital was increasingly thought of as somehow "immaterial," sustained by intellectual labor more than physical toil [...].

Silicon Valley myths of [...] "immaterial" labor disguise a more gruesome dynamic in which growing segments of the global labor force are being deprived even of the basic brutality of the wage, instead forced out into growing rings of slums, prisons, and global wastelands. [...]

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Perched alongside a downtown business corridor [...], Seattle's Great Wheel seems to peer out over [...] [the] prophesied “cooperative commons,” an infotech metropolis abutting the beauty of an evergreen arcadia. But travel below Seattle’s cluster of infotech industries and the image appears much the same as that of a hundred years prior - a trade gateway, squeezing value from supply chains by selling transport and logistical support. The southern stretch of the metropolis bears little resemblance to the revitalized urban core of the city proper. Instead of the “cognitive labor” of Microsoft, it is defined instead by the cold calculation of companies like UPS, founded in Seattle when the city was one link in a colonial supply chain built first for timber, then Alaskan gold, then World War. [...]

In south Seattle, this logistics empire takes the form of faceless warehouses, food processing facilities, container trucks, rail yards, and industrial parks concentrated between two seaports, an international airport, three major interstates, and railroads traveling in all directions. Meanwhile, the poor have been priced out of the old inner city, moving southward [...]. [T]hey can be found staffing the airport and the rail yards, hauling cargo in and out of two the major seaports, loading boxes in warehouses [...]. And, beyond them, the shadow stretches out to Washington’s rural hinterlands where migrant laborers staff a new boom in agriculture and raw materials [...] - and further still into America’s long-depressed interior, where the Great Wheel meets its opposite: Memphis, the FedEx logistics city, watched over by a great black pyramid [the infamous Bass Pro Shop pyramid]. [...]

Every Seattle is capable of creating an eco-friendly, “cooperative commonwealth” tended by apps and algorithms only insofar as there is a Memphis that can provide human workers to sort the packages, a Shanghai to build the containers that carry them, and a Shenzhen to solder together the circuits of the machines that govern it all.

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All text above by: Phil A. Neel. "The Great Wheel". Brooklyn Rail. April 2015. Published online at: brooklynrail.org/2015/04/field-notes/the-great-wheel. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. Text within brackets added by me for clarity. Presented here for commentary, teaching, personal use, criticism purposes.]