#jackie kirk

[longtallglasses]

Artist Jackie Kirk with the subjects of her one-woman show, The Face of AIDS, that showed at the Legion of Honor Museum in San Francisco in 1991.

Virtually unknown at the time, she was among the first to artistically address the AIDS crisis, specifically in the Bay Area.

“What made the series unique is that Kirk painted a self-portrait after each time she painted a dying AIDS victim. They hung side by side in the gallery to reflect what she felt while staring into the eyes of a dying man.” 

“Perhaps some people may approach this show with fear,” she wrote in her artist’s statement for the historic show. “They may think it is about death. It is not. I am painting courage and strength. It is, above all, about life.” 

Jackie painted and created prolifically throughout her life; she passed away on June 25, 2021. (credit) (credit)

[ncis-nerd]

Bloomington

CHAPTER 1

A/N: I saw someone on tumblr say how they wish someone would write Bloomington fanfic as if the reader was Jackie and that's exactly what I'm gonna do so credit to @loverllyhurtswithoutyou for this idea! It was technically 2 years old, the request but better late than never. I'll try to update as much as I can but I am a senior in hs and get busy a lot so no promises.

Y/N's Pov:

It's my first day at college! I'm so excited. I pack up the last of my t-shirt shirts and sneakers. I guess that's it. I sigh. Let me double check I have everything.

Shirts, jeans, hoodies. Check, check annd check. Time to transport all this luggage to the car!

I look out the window and see trees and what seems to be farmland. Hm, that's pretty cool. Wait. Did I pack deodorant... I pray I did...

Goodbye home. Hello college. I see a big brown building come into sight. Is this it?? Are we here?? I think with excitement. More buildings nearby each other appear.

"Well Y/N my dear, we are here" says my Mom. I get out of the car and look around. There are a bunch of other people here, with their parents. They must also be moving in. I wonder if they know each other. Or have any friends yet.

"Earth to Y/N" says my Mom. I jump. "Huh, what?" I say confused. "I said which residence is yours?" said Mom. "Oh.. hold on-" I reach a piece of paper out of my pocket. I unfold it. "The Lake Residence. That's where my dorm is." I say.

"Hm. Let's look for a map. This place is huge." My mom says. "Ah there it is! It says we are here. And we need to walk straight and we'll see a big sign that say the Lake Residence" my mom says. I nod in approval.

Wow I can't believe. I'm finally here. I've always wanted to go to college. Being a child star had its ups but I missed being a normal kid and going to regular school.

a/n: stopping here for right now. unknown how many chapters there will be as the movie is long and i don't know how long i will make each chapters.

[solidcarbon]

babies

[nerds-yearbook]

On June 15, 2001 Disney released Atlantis: The Lost Empire. It was the first tradionally drawn Disney animated feature to recieve a PG rating since The Black Cauldron (1985). Marc Okrand developed a language specifically for this film. The film takes place in 1914, involving academic Milo Thatch (Michael J Fox) and a group of mercenaries (voiced by Jim Varney, Corey Burton, Claudia Christian, James Garner, Jaqueline Obradors, Don Novello, and Phil Morris) sent in search of the lost city of Atlantis. When they actually find the futuristic place, they meet the king (Leonard Nimoy) and his daughter Kida (Cree Summer). ("Atlantis: The Lost Empire", Animated Flm, Event)

[jazzdailyblog]

The Legacy of Jackie McLean: A Jazz Pioneer

Introduction: Jackie McLean, born ninety-three years ago today on May 17, 1931, in New York City, was a seminal figure in the world of jazz. His innovative approach to the saxophone and his deep commitment to the art form left an indelible mark on jazz history. This article explores the life, music, and legacy of Jackie McLean. Early Life and Influences: Born into a musical family, Jackie…

[ozkar-krapo]

Roland KIRK

"Here comes the Whistleman"

(LP. Atlantic. ? / rec. 1967)

[oograths-pizza-and-chill]

me at 11 years old:

[eclecticpjf]

Now watching:

[waspstar]

hi everyone. look at my laptops lock screen and wallpaper. it will be funny

[paper-mario-wiki]

I mean you can make the argument for jackie chan not doing much either, i mean all he did was jump on shaq's back and deflecting a bullet from batman before colliding with lincoln in the air and getting blasted with a care bear stare

This also isnt taking into account that we don't know what Gandalf the Grey, Gandalf the White, Monty Python and the Holy Grail's black knight, Benito Mussolini, the Blue Meanie, Cowboy Curtis, Jambi the Genie, Robocop, The Terminator, Captain Kirk, Darth Vader, Lo-pan, Superman, every single Power Ranger, Bill S. Preston and Theodore Logan, Spock, The Rock, Doc Ock, and Hulk Hogan all did during the fight against Chuck Norris, for all we know one of them died immediately without a chance to do much of anything against him

both ridiculous assertions.

1. a summary of what Aaron Carter can be extracted from what you wrote about what Jackie Chan did, showing its very plainly less:

the things underlined in blue are things Aaron did (besides dying) the things underlined in red are things Jackie did (besides dying)

2. within the logic that is operated on within the world of TUSOUD, Chuck Norris is a divine being, who quite literally descends from heaven before effortlessly killing two of the already established main contenders. i'd consider the participation in the destruction of a heavenly entity, even if you did it with help, is more impressive than jumping an NBA superstar (NBA superstars being slightly weaker than gods typically).

[spicycinnabun]

They were in the middle of a conversation about Eddie’s new job at the music center. Eddie was gesticulating wildly as he talked about one of his students—apparently, the boy was going to be the next Kirk Hammett—when Steve noticed a familiar shade of red on Eddie’s index finger.

Steve grabbed Eddie’s hand without thinking and lifted it to eye level. There was a gash, bleeding sluggishly. “You’re hurt,” he said, frowning. “Paper cut?”

Eddie laughed, surprised. “Oh, shit. Didn’t even feel that. Must be.”

Steve tutted. His paternal instincts immediately kicked in as he fished a bandaid out of his jacket pocket.

He carried those around daily now, along with Kleenex and hand sanitizer. Kids got dirty or hurt almost every hour of the day. It was ridiculous.

Steve tore the wrapper off and carefully applied the Band-Aid. It was pink. Hello Kitty.

Eddie twitched in his hold, but he didn’t pull away. “Stevie—” he started, just as Steve, still on autopilot, brought Eddie’s bandaged finger to his lips and kissed it.

Eddie made a noise, and Steve froze when he realized what he’d done.

“Uh,” Steve said eloquently. He dropped Eddie’s hand like it was on fire and stepped back, blushing profusely. “Sorry, I’m so used to doing that for Jackie, I wasn’t even thinki—”

“Hey,” Eddie interrupted him. He sounded incredibly amused.

Steve wanted to die. He could hear the smirk in Eddie’s voice, knew it was as wide as ever, and he couldn’t look up and face it.

“It’s okay. Thank you. My booboo feels better.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Steve said, laughing and hiding his face behind his palms. “Oh my god.”

Eddie gently grabbed his wrists and pulled them away, ducking his head to meet Steve’s eyes. “Afraid I can’t do that. You’ve treated my wound. We’re bonded now, and I must repay you for your kindness.”

“I hate you.”

Eddie’s eyes twinkled. He tilted his head. “Can I take you out for a milkshake?”

Oh…?

Oh.

“Yeah.” Steve zipped up his jacket. Straightened it. Tried to scrape up a single ounce of the coolness he still possessed. “I want a burger, too. And curly fries. And we can't be too long because I have to pick Jackie up at six. She’s on a playdate.”

Eddie’s grin softened. “Of course. Your wish is my command, sweetheart. If I may?”

Steve nodded, slightly confused, until Eddie snagged his hand and held onto it as they started to walk. It didn’t help chill Steve out, especially when Eddie squeezed, and he felt the Band-Aid flirt along the skin of his pinky knuckle.

[rainintheevening]

Peter writes home from the battlefield every chance he can.

Lucy's letters are full of barely rhyming, rambling poetry, talk of stars and trees and any plants or animals he's seen. He puts in all the words that will never describe any of this, but still there is a great sky above him, and a big heart in his chest, and he hopes she will understand. She could if anyone can.

To Edmund he sends the muddy, bloody, wobbly-writing letters, the ones with rambling memories of Narnian battles and strategy, though he takes care to phrase it as 'playing in the woods', not wanting the censors to get leery. There are also many theological musings, and usually the continuation of whatever Bible verse Ed has sent in his letter. I wish you were here, and yet I am glad you are not, is a sentiment oft repeated.

Susan and Mother usually get the same letter, little stories of kindness shown or soft things appreciated. He asks them for more socks for Jackie, an extra bar of chocolate for Hamish, tells them how he's gotten his whole unit to memorize the Jabberwocky poem, and they make each other smile with it.

Dad is usually named with Susan and Mother, but sometimes he gets an extra scribble, usually a single scripture reference, or the name of a local boy now dead, and a few things Peter asks him to go tell the family.

Eustace gets the occasional missive folded in with the rest, usually sketches of aeroplanes, with which Eustace is fascinated, though they aren't very good sketches. If there's a sketch for Eustace, there is usually also a sketch for Jill, something Narnian, a sword or a forest or a castle.

Professor Kirke only gets occasional letters, usually short and to the point, but written in particularly formal language, as of a king writing to a dear advisor.

They all write to Peter.

Professor Kirke sends exerpts of whatever philosophy or theology or history books he just happens to be reading at the time he remembers to write. Sometimes it seems very random to Peter, but he loves it.

Eustace's letters are infrequent, but burst with colourful descriptions of his school life that make Peter laugh.

Dad usually just scribbles scripture references at the bottom of Mother's letters. Susan signs those too. Mother's letters are full of ordinary home life, rich with the warmth of hearthlight and fresh baking and good books and comfortable chairs and a much loved old quilt. She says what everyone is doing much more clearly, tells how the garden is coming in.

Mother and Susan are also very good at writing to the boys who don't have anyone to write to them. (Peter has a picture of his family, and everyone in Peter's unit thinks Susan is the prettiest girl in Europe, that she should be a queen, but they all watch what they say around Peter, they know how he feels about his sister's honour. But it really does bring up morale.)

Edmund doesn't usually say a lot, but he's regular, always engaging with whatever musings Peter put in his previous letter, making some of his own references to Narnia, usually to things Oreius taught them, and always concluding with a Bible verse. Half the time Ed absently addresses the missive To High King Peter, my brother... He never actually says I'll find you when I join up, I promise, it's just sort of there, between the lines.

Lucy's letters are like blue sky and fresh air and a fierce hug. Sometimes Peter can almost smell Narnia on the paper. They're not long, but she says I love you all the time, and talks of the weather and the flowers, and the girls at school who are struggling, and how she's trying to help them, and there's always a bit of poetry or a hymn that she's written, but it's actually good, compared to Peter's stuff. Courage, dearest brother, she always says. Remember the Lion, she always finishes.

Peter gets so many letters he has to start sending them back to his family for safe keeping.

[flightyalrighty]

Only one character could possibly survive infested. Mr Rogers in a blood stained sweater

Only Mr. Rogers??

What about Old Godzilla hopping around Tokyo city like a big playground? Or Batman with his bat grenades? Or Shaq who can open up a can of Shaq-Fu, or Aaron Carter coming out of the blue? Maybe Abraham Lincoln popping out of his grave? He's got that AK-47 under his hat, y'know. Plus there's Optimus Prime, too. Don't forget about Scruff McGruff, either, or Indiana Jones or Jackie Chan or The Care Bears? Not Chuck Norris though, he'd be dead in an instant.

But like. Let's also not forget Gandalf the Grey, Gandalf the White, and Monty Python and the Holy Grail's black knight, and Benito Mussolini, and the Blue Meanie and Cowboy Curtis, and Jambi The Genie, Robocop, The Terminator, Captain Kirk, and Darth Vader, Lo-pan, Superman, every single Power Ranger, Bill S. Preston, Theodore Logan, Spock, The Rock, Doc Ock, and Hulk Hogan.

Wouldn't you say they all had a pretty good chance of surviving Infested?

[pupsmailbox]

1970's ID PACK

NAMES︰ adanna. adonis. adrienne. alan. alberto. alice. ama. amara. andrew. angela. antonio. april. arlo. asha. aspen. audre. august. bella. betty. bianca. brody. bruce. calvin. cass. chester. chika. chris. claudia. craig. curtis. dahlila. dahlilah. daisy. dale. daniel. darryl. dean. del. dennis. desta. diana. dolores. don. donna. doris. dorothy. duane. dylan. eddie. edwin. enrique. eric. fez. flower. frank. franklin. freddie. gary. gene. glenn. gloria. guy. harvey. hooper. hyde. imani. jack. jackie. jacqueline. jamie. janet. janice. janis. javier. jay. jean. jerome. jerry. jo. joe. joel. johnny. joni. joreen. jorge. judith. julio. keith. kelly. kelso. kenneth. kirk. kurk. lawrence. lee. lelise. leon. leslie. liza. lois. lonnie. louis. louise. luce. marilyn. marjorie. mark. marla. marshall. martha. max. mona. neil. nia. omar. pat. patti. perry. quint. randy. raul. ray. ricky. rita.. robin. rodney. roland. ronnie. roy. russell. ruth. sergio. shirley. sid. sidney. simone. stan. stanley. steven. stevie. stuart. ted. terri. terry. thandi. thema. theodore. timothy. vincent. virginia. warren. wayne. wes. zuri.

PRONOUNS︰ atari/atari. boogie/boogie. bright/bright. cass/cassette. cassette/tape. color/color. dance/dance. disc/disco. disco/disco. flower/flower. flower/power. fresh/fresh. funk/funk. funk/funky. glam/glam. glam/glamorous. glam/rock. grease/grease. groove/groove. groove/groovy. groovy/groovy. hip/hip. hip/hippie. hip/hop. hippie/hippie. muse/music. mush/mushroom. music/music. must/mustache. oran/orange. peace/peace. pop/pop. punk/punk. rain/rainbow. rainbow/rainbow. sing/sing. spiral/spiral. stripe/stripes. sun/shine. tape/tape. tree/tree. wind/wind. ☎️. ☮. ☮️. ✌. ❀. 🌈. 🍄. 🎱. 🎵. 🎸. 💿. 📀. 📺. 📼. 🔮.

[spirk-trek]

Private Possessions Fanzine & Novel | Jackie Zoost, Alayne, Marilyn Cole, Natasha Solten (1986)

Excerpts from Private Possessions below:

"Truth stared Kirk in the face.

But I can’t… I can’t just take advantage of the fact that he doesn’t remember me, dammit! Kirk argued fervently. I can’t play the role of his master, he thought, mentally choking on the word. Even if I wanted to, it would mean losing him forever…

And if he doesn’t recover, then he’ll still have his… dignity… and I’ll still have his friendship. It was a weak argument even to his own ears.

The Truth agreed. You’ll have nothing, it reminded him.

I’d rather have nothing than to have him on… on dishonest terms! He wouldn’t accept that and neither will I!

Truth laughed, shaking an admonishing finger at him. That’s your problem, Kirk, it stabbed without mercy. It’s always been an ‘all or nothing’ bargain with you, hasn’t it? You want the whole jar of candy or none at all. You’re spoiled, selfish and too noble for your own damned good or anyone else’s! It’s up to you, old friend.

Kirk found himself trembling. Why is it always up to me? he asked of no one in particular.

You’re the captain, the Truth-demon reminded him sarcastically. That was another of those ‘all or nothing’ bargains you struck with the universe, remember?

Kirk bit his lower lip until it was painful. Not now, his mind pleaded with his nasty conscience. I… I don’t even know what I’m feeling…

The Truth in his mind sighed disbelievingly. In case you’ve never labeled it, Kirk, it’s called love…"

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Edit: From what I understand, Alexis Fegan Black is a pen name for Della Van Hise (a fairly famous TOS author) and there has been much discourse from her about fandom... I'm not sure I understand all of it so I am adding this little note (and link) in an effort to be as informative and respectful to the source material as I can.