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[thomasdaniel91]

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[johnnydany]

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[nobrashfestivity]

Artko Acapulco Gold 1967 Gift of Joseph H. Heil Exhibitions: The Museum of Modern Art, New York. "Word and Image: Posters and Typography from the Graphic Design Collection of the Museum of Modern Art 1879-1967." January 25-March 10, 1968.

[warwickroyals]

Sunderland's Royal Jewel Vault (24/∞) ♛

↬ Queen Irene's Louts Tiara

Most of the tiaras in Sunderland's royal vault have decades-long histories that are, in most cases, carefully documented. However, some tiaras are more elusive. Queen Irene's lotus tiara remains one of the most mysterious in the royal vault. The tiara first made its public debut during the 1994 New Year’s Gala. When Queen Irene stepped out to view the annual fireworks display her tiara was bearly visible. The delicate platinum tiara with pearl toppers was partially obscured by Irene's mound of blond hair and the tumultuous January snowstorm made getting a clear shot of the tiara even more difficult. Over the following years, jewels hard time identifying the tiaras's origin and providence. Most likely, the tiara was gifted to Irene following her 1968 wedding to the Prince of Danforth, but this has yet to be confirmed by any official sources. Irene only ever wore this mystery tiara once and following its 1994 appearance, it disappeared for decades, with some claiming it had been dismantled. However, in 2020 the tiara made a second sudden appearance, this time being worn by the Queen's daughter-in-law, the Duchess of Sherbourne. Rumours that the tiara had been dismantled proved to be false, in fact, the tiara looked nearly identical to its 1994 setting with one key difference — the queen's original pearl toppers had been replaced by emeralds, widely speculated to be Illriyan emeralds from the Queen's personal jewelry box. Shelby, said to be the king's favourite daughter-in-law, has kept the lotus tiara in steady rotation along with her wedding tiara and another emerald tiara. Over the years, Shelby has gotten creative, routinely swapping the tiara's toppers (or removing the toppers altogether to wear the piece as a bandeau!) with different gemstones including turquoise in 2024, pink topaz in 2026, and peridot in 2027. The tiara's past still remains ambiguous, but the Duchess has ensured that it won't be easily forgotten.

Queen Irene wears her lotus tiara during the 1994 New Year's Gala,, in the background Princess Jacqueline can also be seen wearing the Wynn meander tiara

The Duchess of Sherbourne wears the tiara with emerald toppers in 2022

[claire-elvisgirl]

WHAT A HOT BIRTHDAY!

Summary: You got a big surprise for Elvis’ birthday, but he’s willing to do anything to find out what it is.

Warnings: 18+, smut, spanking, fingering, sex

Word cunt: 1516

January 8th, 1968

Everything was ready to celebrate Elvis’ birthday and you were fixing the last things. You bought your gift for him and you were about to pack it properly, when suddenly he walked in the room slowly and grabbed you from behind, making you jump: “How’s my lil’ girl?”

You gasped in surprise and you tried to hide what you were holding in your hands: “Oh my God, Elvis…you scared me…wh-what are you doing home already?!”

He smiled leaving a small trace of kisses on your neck: “Hun’ ya know I don’t usually get home this early, but I couldn’t resist comin’ home to see that pretty face of yours…and today ya look prettier than ever! And ya know…it’s my birthday too…so I was thinkin’…”

You smiled keeping your hands behind your back. He noticed it and his smile turned off: “What you’re hidin’ hun’? What ya up to?”

You moved a lock of hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear: “Nothing…just fixin’ a couple of things!” you answered keeping your hands behind your back. His eyebrow raised in doubt: “Now, what’s goin’ on…ya keepin’ somethin’ from me, I just know it!”

“Why…no…why would you think that?”

He got closer and closer, towering you: “I just know…ya actin’ weird…whatcha got behind your back?”

You stepped back smiling nervously as he kept walking around you. You hid what you were holding in your purse and you pulled out your empty hands: “See? Nothing!”

He wasn’t convinced at all and he grabbed you close to him: “No way baby…I know you’re hidin’ somethin’ from me and I’m gonna find out what it is!” he answered moving his hands behind your back. Then he grabbed you by the arm and turned you around: “Ya know…I don’t wanna have to do it like this, but…” he pulled you back to him as he began to run his hands along your shoulders, arms, sides and legs searching for any hidden objects “…ya leave me no choice!”

“What are you doing?” you laughed as he tickled you.

“I’m searchin’ ya hun’…quit wrigglin’ around!” his hands moved faster on your body.

“I…I knew you loved police stuff, but…searching like this is…a bit too much…even for you…stop!” you answered under his tickling.

He laughed and continued: “Ya think I’m gonna give up? I’m just getting’ started…and ya feel so smooth…” he replied putting his hand on your back and searching your waistline. You looked him straight in the eyes to distract him from his search: “Oh forgive me officer…I’ve been a bad girl…”

He stopped and he looked back at you: “So it’s officer now, is it?! Well I guess I’m searchin’ something illegal…maybe I’m gonna have to handcuff ya!” he answered turning you around “Whatcha got back there…besides this nice butt?!” he asked slapping your bottom. Then he stopped again and looked at you with a serious look: “Ya know what? I should put ya over my knees and give ya a good spankin’!”

“A good wha-…” you couldn’t finish. He grabbed you and pulled you on the couch, on his knees. He smiled teasing you: “Oh baby, you’re in trouble…I’m gonna spank that naughty bottom of yours now!”

“Don’t you dare…”

He hushed you pulling down your pants, leaving your panties in sight. “I’m gonna count…just to show ya who’s in charge here!”

You tried to move away, but his grip was too strong.

“Good girl…now let’s see how well ya handle this!”

Feeling the warmth of your body against him, he began to spank your bottom, each smack echoing through the room: “One…two…three…”

Each smack made you gasp in pain and pleasure, making you almost wait for the next hit. He kept spanking, the sting slowly turned into a burning sensation. Then he pulled your panties down revealing your bare bottom: “Eight…nine…and…” the last one made you almost cry “…TEN!”

You bit your lips to hold back the pain: “You officers are used to treat people like this at the police station?” you asked him rubbing your butt.

“He smiled: “Ya have no idea baby…just wait till I get ya upstairs, I think I might be takin’ your keys away for a looong time!” he said picking you up and taking you to the bedroom. “Yep…You’re definitely in trouble…you’re about to find out just how serious I am!”

He took you upstairs and as he reached his bedroom he threw you on his bed, then he moved over you pinning you down: “Now, that’s more like it…are ya gonna be a good slut f’me, aren’t ya?!”

You hated him when he behaved like that, but he knew that this was your weak point, he held you in his power. You looked at him and whispered a soft yes. He pushed you towards the center of the bed and he climbed on top of you, slipping a hand in your panties. As you felt his fingers moving on your clit, you gasped in pleasure: “You’re playing dir-…” but your words died in your throat as he pushed two fingers inside, making a loud moan escape from your lips.

“Whatcha were sayin...?”

You couldn’t talk anymore. The only sounds that came out of your mouth were whimpers and moans.

“Now, don’t ya go talkin’ back again! Understand?”

“I won’t...daddy!” you whispered. He pulled his fingers out: “Good girl! Now, whatcha were hidin’ before?” he asked tickling you.

“Oh my God…you’re impossible!” you laughed. You got up from the bed and you went downstairs and took the thing you hid in your purse. You got back to the bedroom and you threw a little box to him: “I was gonna give it to you after dinner, but…”

He grabbed it and he looked at you: “What is it…ya got me a present?! Oh baby…” he took the little box and smiled “…ya…have ya been hidin’ that the whole time?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise…” you replied. He began to carefully open the box and he revealed the content inside. He took out a beautiful necklace with his initials on it. He gasped and stared at it for a while in silence.

“D’you like it?” you asked him.

“Ya kiddin’? This is just…perfect…I love it!”

“Really? You really like it?” you asked with a smile. He gently leaned to you and gave you a big kiss: “This has to be my favourite birthday ever!”

You sat on the bed and lowered your voice: “And maybe after dinner I…I could give you another present too!”

He looked at you with a teasing expression: “Oh yeah? Whats’ that?”

You let loose the first button of your shirt: “Take a guess…”

He grinned and his eyes widened as he stared at you: “Ya mean…”

“Why not?

“’Cause, ya know…I ain’t gonna be able to concentrate on anything else for the rest of the day if I see that lil’ gift of yours…”

“I know but…” you caressed his cheek “…just think about it as the icing on the cake!”

He got up from the bed making your eyes fall on the bulge in his pants. He took off his clothes and he gently began to undress you too: “Goddamnit baby…I can’t wait…you’re killin’ me!” he kissed you passionately, his fingers trailing up and down your spine. He pulled you in more tightly, wrapping both of his arms around you, softly groaning in pleasure.

“Alright…fuck dinner!”

Your last words made him hungry like a wolf, hungry for your body. He slowly thrusted his hips forward, pushing his rock-hard member into your tight pussy. A loud moan escaped from your lips. With a smirk he began to pound harder into you: “That’s it…” he grunted between each moan, picking up speed.

“Ya like it don’t ya?” he asked, his blue eyes twinkling with satisfaction as he kept moving in and out of you.  

“I…I like it daddy…and…I’m sorry for being a bad girl…” you answered in a huge wave of pleasure.

 “Hush now baby…daddy’s here to take care of ya!” he slows down a bit and caressed your cheek, but soon his hips picked up speed again, slamming into yours with a wet slapping sound that filled the room.

You moaned loudly: “…but if this is the result, I think I’ll probably do it again!”

He pushed deeper into you, reaching a new level of intensity: “You’re mine, aren’t ya? Say it…tell me you’re mine!”

“I…” you tried to catch breath to give him your answer, but as you were about to talk, with a final powerful thrust, he let go, filling you up with his hot seed. His body shuddered as he groaned out your name. At the same time, you felt your wall squeezing his cock and you let out a scream of pleasure as your orgasm hit you. He panted heavily and he fell exhausted on your body. After a while, he gently withdrew from you, rolling off to your side and pulling you into his arms. You both stayed in silence for a while, then you looked sweetly at him: “Happy birthday baby!”

[thislovintime]

In London, January 1968; photo by Ron Howard/Popperfoto/Getty Images. (Took the liberty of flipping the mirror image the correct way.)

“Peter is one of the most wonderful people in the world. He’s so dedicated to his work, and I admire his quick wit and his gentleness. He deserves all that the world can give him in prosperity, luck and a future of happiness. Peter is a special gift to humanity and I’m proud to be in his generation of love! Dyan H. Portland, Me.” - Monkee Spectacular, December 1967

[uchi4nlog]

playground love. | beomgyu valentine's day special

♡ pairing: beomgyu x female reader.

♡ summary: you and beomgyu have been friends for so long. how to tell him your feelings changed to such an intense emotions?

♡ genre: 60's fluff.

♡ warnings: none.

♡ note: english isn't my first language. so excuse any mistakes. <3

january 27th, summer of 1968.

"y/n! there is a letter for in the mail, sweetie!"

"i'm coming, mother!"

my father had to go in a bussiness trip to France almost two months ago. he promised me to mail me a letter every month with updates. he knows how much i miss him. i wait every beginning of month for his letter to come in.

"here it is, dearest." - my mother hands me the letter.

i open it so fast that i almost rip the writting paper apart.

"dear, yn ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ red roses are starting to bloom everywhere. the photography i'm sending you, was taken from the garden close to my hotel. the owners are a very respectful family, who lives in the South. they told me that one of their houses here in Paris is avaible for buying. it's a lovely house to live. i can already imagine you living there, my daughter. it's close to the most famous places and full of people, just like the pictures you have, dear. my work here is almost done. in a few more weeks, i'm going home. can't wait to give all the gifts i brought for you. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ with love, your very much loved father.

i jump out of the couch and run towards the kitchen - "mother, father is coming home in a few weeks!"

"oh my god, y/n! i can not believe it!" - she says almost crying. - "i have to call him right now!"

i run to our backyard and start to call for my childhood best friend.

"beomgyu! beomgyu! beomgyu! my father is coming back!" - i say through the fence.

beomgyu moved to the neighborhood ten years ago. i was 6 years old when i saw a brown haired boy, who is two years older than me, taking boxes from a big truck.

"jesus, y/n! it's saturday! there is no need to scream." - he says coming towards me with a very sleepy face.

"were you asleep? it's almost eleven!"

"there is no school today, mom." - he says sarcastic - "i was hoping to sleep until 1PM, but apparently you had other plans..."

"i'm sorry, beomgyu. it's just that father is coming home after two months!"

"no way! he is even earlier than you thought!" - beomgyu replies while getting excited as well.

"i know! i can't wait for him to tell me everything about the trip. the stores, the cafes, the people... ah, it seems like a dream."

"you're so cute when you get happy."

i laugh a little. i can feel my cheeks getting blushy and try to hide it with my hair.

"doesn't it deserve a hug?" - beomgyu says with his mischevious face.

i jump the fence and wrap myself all over him.

"i'm so happy for you, y/n." - his voice is closer to my ears. his breath tickles my neck and give me a warmth in my stomach.

little by little through our friendship years, i found myself falling in love with beomgyu. at start, i thought it was just a confusing thing. me not knowing how to distinguish my feelings for him.

but, as the time pass, i can only feel my heart calling for him more hopelessly. it's a vicious feeling. i just want more and more of beomgyu to myself.

february 12th, summer of 1968.

"where beomgyu is taking you on valentine's day?" - my friend asks.

"what do you mean?" - i laugh while putting my books in the locker.

"oh, right. i forgot you still didn't tell him that you love him."

"i don't love him. it's just a normal romantic feeling towards a friend... it will go away."

"you have been saying that for 2 years, y/n."

"i know, right?" - i smash my forehead in the closed locker. - "i just can't tell him about it. if i ruin everything? if he thinks i'm crazy?"

"well... at least you've tried."

"you are terrible at helping people."

"look" - she hufs - "he's already going to college. do you really want to wait until he's far away from you?"

the problem is, beomgyu is more than a friend. he is family. we had grown up together through each others eyes.

i remember when he just looked like a silly boy - picking up insets to throw at me and laugh after seeing me scared, spending the whole day together at the pool in a hot day, having sleepovers where we would sneak for my leaving room and try to watch a horror movie.

all of sudden, he became the beomgyu. not just a friend, but a man.

a man i would look and ponder when did he started to get muscles. a man that when was shirtless, i coudn't look directly at. a man the has the most kissable lips i have ever seen. a man who has all the girls falling for him. a man who probably wouldn't look at his friend next door as a possible lover.

he is breathtaking. he looks as angelic as a human should.

keeping my feelings to myself just seem the right thing to do. i can't face rejection coming from him.

he is my first an only love. i know it's silly... i just can't see myself with anybody if not him.

february 14th, summer of 1968 - 02:00 AM.

"hey, y/n? are you awake?" - beomgyu taps on my bedroom window.

i come out of bed and open it. i'm welcomed with his beautiful face in the middle of the night

"it's so late." - i say looking at the clock with a sleepy face - "what are you doing here?"

"get up at 5:00AM. let's do a little summer trip"

i laugh a little taken back by his confident state. - "beomgyu, are you crazy? i can't get out this early!"

"i just want to borrow you for a few hours. it's going to be fast. i promise! i even have my father's car!"

"i don't know, beomgyu... if my parents come looking for me?"

"they won't, y/n. i promise. just come with me."

when he looks at me with those shining eyes, speaking so confidently, talking like i'm already his... i can't resist it.

"okay."

february 14th, summer of 1968. - 5:30 AM.

song's are blasting through the radio. the breeze hitting myself. i never felt more alive.

"i knew you would like it, y/n!" - beomgyu speaks louder than the radio.

"thank you for bringing me!"

i can sense a different smell in the air. something salty and beachy...

"wait! you are taking me to the beach! OH MY GOD!"

beomgyu laughs and says - "i know you love the beach. so i thought of bring you before i went to college."

"oh, right." - i think. - "in a few weeks his moving away and going to college."

"look at the waves! they are so pretty today!" - beomgyu speaks but i can't hear a thing.

how is it going to be without him? i'm so used to see him everyday, to just jump the fence and knock on his window whenever i need him, to the sound of his voice, to the feeling of home around him.

there's going to be plenty of pretty girls there? maybe he's going to find his real love while i'm still here, just paused on time. remanescing our moments as a way to tell my poor heart that we couldn't work out of my fantasies.

"please, don't forget about me." - i pray to lord.

february 14th, summer of 1968 - 5:50 AM.

"i'm going to catch you, y/n!

"only if you want to be soaked!" - i say running to the water.

"i'm not scared of water!" - beomgyu comes right after me.

his laugh sounds like a song i could put on replay. the sun rising light coming little by little iluminanting his golden skin. splashing water on each other. i've never felt more young, more in love.

"i got you, y/n!"

we are laughing so hard that it takes a while to realize we're so close. our faces just inches away.

he has a little mole on his face... i can see it now.

has he been always this handsome from upclose?

"y/n..." - he calls me almost like a whisper. - "you are so beautiful."

my heart sinks. time stops. i don't know if the goosebumps appering on my skin are from the cold or from his sweet and raspy voice so close to me.

"beomgyuithinki'minlovewithyou." - there it is. i said it.

"what?" - he laughs while looking confused.

after taking a deep breath, i repeat it. this time slowly - "i think i'm in love with you. i have been for so long."

a little pause... i can do this!

"you don't need to respond to it. you don't even need to love me back. i know you only see me as your friend, probably like a little sister. but, i can't hold it any longer. i just love you so much, beomgyu-" i'm interrupetd by his kiss.

it takes a minute to understand what is happening. but when i do, there's no reason to hold myself back anymore. i want him, i need him.

the kiss is intense, almost like we're battling for see who can takes full control. he picks me up and i tangle my legs around him.

we are running out of breath but we can't stop. all feelings are been spill out. finally, after years of holding back, i can say how much i need him. even if it's just through a kiss.

the beach waves are cold but his body is so warm. beomgyu keeps hypnotizing me with his lips, with his body, with his hair, with his everything

i don't want this moment to end. i want to engrave the way his lips feels on mine. the way his strong arms are hugging me so tight, almost telling me to never run away. i want to scream to the whole world how much i love him.

"i love you, y/n. i'm yours. my love, my heart, my body. i'm all yours."

♡ a/n: it's my first time writing a fic longer than i actually do. idk if it's good since i've never done it b4. but, i really hope u like this valentine's day special. <3

i tried to mix a little with my personal favorites. also tried to use a different style of writing, but i think it didn't change much lol. anyhow, always remember, luvies: ILYSM!! 💗

© gyuletters, 2023.

do not repost it.

[usafphantom2]

Clarence Kelly Johnson was very busy on December 22, 1964, two of his Blackbirds were the launched for the first time that day. The SR 71 took its first flight at Palmdale, California. Then he flew in the company jet up to Area 51 in Nevada and watched as the M-21 took off.. Kelly was determined that both of the airframes would fly before the end of the year his determination won out, and they did fly.

The MD -21 program was even more secret then the A-12 the CIA’s Blackbird.

The United States needed to know what was going on in Communist China. They denied that they were making weapons capable of mass destruction, but they were.

Taiwanese U-2 pilots flew our U-2’s over mainland China, we trained their U-2 pilots in the United States so that they could make over flights in China. we also sent that U2 pilots to classes to teach them how to speak. English communication was a problem. Four of the U2 were shot down by the Chinese, so the next step was drones.

D-21 drones were launched first from the M 21 and then later from B-52. This was called Tagboard we were looking for information. The drones were also launched and one was found in Siberia. In the early 1970s President Nixon as an attempt to make friends with the Chinese ceased the reconnaissance activities of the U-2‘s and the M 21 drones. The D-21s were used on four flights over communist China but none of these missions fully succeeded.

Two flights were successful, however the imagery could not be recovered from the D-21’s hatch. The other two operational flights ended with one being lost in a heavily defended area and the other D-21 simply disappeared after launch.

The main mission of the D-21 was to fly over China and take pictures of its nuclear weapons test facility in the remote west central of the country near Lop Nor.

The pictures were supposed to be dropped in the ocean and recovered by the Navy. During the Cold War this information was necessary for the defense of the US. The fourth and final mission of the D-21 drone took place on Mar. 20, 1971 and was undertaken by D-21 #527. Experts at the 4200th Support Squadron and at Skunk Works concluded that #527 must have malfunctioned. It was thought to have gone down near Lop Nor. This drone is on display in China at their national aviation museum. So we know that it got close.

Senior Bowl lasted from January 1968 until Jul. 15, 1971. Interestingly, after the fall of the Soviet Union, Ben Rich (then retired president of Lockheed’s Skunk Works) finally had an opportunity to tour Russia himself. While in Moscow, the KGB presented Rich with a gift of what they thought were the remains of a stealth fighter that had crashed in their territory. As it turned out, the wreckage was actually pieces and parts of the lost D-21 Drone!

Written by Linda Sheffield Miller.

@Habubrats71 via X

[bitter69uk]

“She was a strange one, and no mistake. Her needs were many and outrageous and unappeasable. Sometimes they coincided with her appetites and sometimes not. She despised hypocrisy, and her willingness to let the unconventional episodes of her private life be made public was a way of asserting that she had nothing to hide, nothing of which to be ashamed, nothing for which to feel remorse. Despite her remarkable intelligence, she may have believed this to be true. The violent scatological energy of her speech and the celebrated speed and frequency with which she shucked off her clothes and prowled about naked were intended to convey an impression of untrammeled emotional freedom, and the impression was false. The chances she took were extreme and necessary and were readily misunderstood. She respected and disliked the theatre and gave up her life to it, but the common view of her, which she encouraged, was that she was somehow an undisciplined outsider, a gifted amateur, who drank too much and talked too much and turned cartwheels onstage for want of something more professional to do. The facts were otherwise. In the course of her career, she appeared in over fifty plays and over twenty movies; she travelled scores of thousands of miles with road companies and in summer stock, by train, plane, bus, and station wagon (she said once of Private Lives, “We have played this show everywhere except under water”); and she made uncounted hundreds of personal appearances in night clubs and on radio and TV shows. Year after year, she worked. Indeed, she may have worked harder than any of her fellow-actresses of the period, though she took care to conceal her drudging. She liked to be thought a party girl and a scapegrace, and she had reasons.”

/ From "Tallulah Bankhead’s rise to fame" by Brendan Gill, The New Yorker, September 1972 /

Died on this day 55 years ago: debauched wild woman of American stage and screen, Miss Tallulah Bankhead (31 January 1902 – 12 December 1968). Pictured: Bankhead in 1954. PS: When was the last time you read “scapegrace” in a sentence?

[hartelore-archive]

PVA Timeline (INCOMPLETE)

(Alternative PVA canon)

1010 Groudon and Kyogre awaken and clash, Rayquaza is called down to stop them.

1015 Courtney Arakawa emerges outside of Mt. Chimney.

1020 Courtney Arakawa cheats fate via Lucolu and wishes herself back home.

~

(Official PVA canon)

1968

Awapuhi Iolana (maiden name to be added) is born

1969

November 6 - Sekioka Indigo is born.

1987 February 28 - Yamaguchi Matsubusa is born.

1990 March 15 - Homura Tabitha is born. April 2 - Keoki Kawika Sekioka is born.

1993 July 20 - Arakawa Courtney is born.

1995 September 27 - Harte Ailani Sekioka is born.

2000 October 2 - Harte is attacked by a Sandygast, hospitalizing him. October 8 -Tabitha receives his first Pokemon, Poochyena.

2003 January 27 - Keahilani Haruki Sekioka is born.

2005 November ?? - Sekioka family travels to Unova for experimental Dreamworld analysis of Harte's night terrors. (DIVERGENCE: Harte catches his first Pokemon, Zubat. Retconned.)

2008 ?? - Tabitha begins college.

2011 ?? - Tabitha begins working with Devon. ?? - Tabitha meets Maximus Sol, born Yamaguchi Matsubusa, at the Mossdeep Space Center.

2012 ?? - Courtney meets Maxie and Tabitha.

2013 ?? - Team Magma is officially established. ?? - Harte receives his first Pokemon, Wooper. October 10 - Harte moves to Hoenn. He is given Sandygast as a parting gift.

2014 ?? - Claudia "Cinnabar" joins Team Magma. ?? - Harte catches Zubat, Numel.

2015 ?? - Harte joins Team Magma. ?? - Harte catches Trapinch. ?? - Courtney disappears.

2016 ?? - Keahilani Sekioka becomes the first champion of the Alolan Pokemon League. 2017 (Start of PVA timeline) ?? - Zuketi joins Team Magma. ?? - Beau "Bow" Vera joins Team Magma. ?? - Harte is promoted to Admin for infiltrating Team Aqua's base and retrieving the Red and Blue Orbs. ?? - A fight breaks out between Tabitha and Archie, leaving Tabitha with a nasty bite taken out of his shoulder. ?? - Connor joins Team Magma. December 21-26 - Christmas Party.

2018 January 3 - Maxie returns for the final time. January 6 - Fluffy evolves, Tabitha and Maxie become a couple. January 7 - Claudia Cinnabar debuts in PVA. January 10 - Harte and Tabitha take the day off and go shopping. This is not important it's just nice. January 12 - The orbs are returned? January 13 - Last known sighting of Maximus Sol. January 14 - Grunts Darcey and Mason are found dead. February 11 - Connor transforms in the Magma base. March 18 - Groudon is awakened. ~ Team Magma never disbands officially, but after some time, it's generally agreed on that the organization is gone.

~ 2020 The Lilycove Pokemon Conservatory is officially established, lead by Homura Tabitha.

2025 The worldwide Lapras repopulation project is put into effect.

2026 The Lilycove Pokemon Conservatory's logo is updated to its current design.

2030 Tabitha's hairline recedes?? I had this in my notes as important??

~

2038 August 31 - Harte falls through a wormhole. Tabitha follows.

2039 February 2 - Lilycoving officially begins in PVA. February 6 - Arakawa Courtney, aged 27, appears in central Lilycove. February 24 - Nonon manages to make contact with ST. March 25 - Courtney manages to make contact with Tabitha in ST directly. July 21 - Courtney contacts Tabitha again. July 23 - Courtney is now working with Keahilani Sekioka. August 1 - Lilycoving officially begins in ST. August 4 - Courtney contacts Tabitha again.

~

To be continued when Amino loads so that I can grab exact dates

[thepastisalreadywritten]

SAINT OF THE DAY (December 23)

The Scandinavian island nation of Iceland celebrates its national patron, St. Thorlak Thorhallsson, on December 23.

Although Iceland's national assembly declared him a saint in 1198, only five years after his death, this “unofficial canonization" did not become an official part of the Church's liturgical calendar until Pope John Paul II confirmed him as the country's patron in January 1984.

Thorlak was born in 1133, less than two centuries after German and Norwegian missionaries began the first effective evangelization of Iceland.

The pagan nation's conversion had involved a dramatic national struggle, as many Icelanders clung fiercely to their ancestral religion despite its customs of idol worship and infanticide.

The Catholic Church in Iceland had solidly established its presence by the time of Thorlak's birth.

However, it had fallen into some disarray, particularly due to local clergy disregarding the rule of clerical celibacy, selling church positions for personal gain, and engaging in other breaches of discipline.

Thorlak's parents, barely able to earn a living as farmers, took note of their son's talents and made sure he received extensive religious instruction from a local priest.

His gifts must have attracted wider notice, since Thorlak received ordination as a deacon before the age of 15 and became a priest at age 18.

Afterward, he left Iceland for a period of time to study theology in France and possibly England.

During this time, he committed himself to living by the monastic rule of St. Augustine, an important part of the Western Church's tradition.

This rule committed a priest not only to celibacy but also to a life in community without personal possessions, after the manner of the apostles in the Church's earliest days.

Inspired by this vision of radical discipleship, he held fast to the discipline of clerical celibacy, even after returning to Iceland and being pressured to marry a wealthy widow.

Instead, he ended up founding a monastery according to the Augustinian rule, which became renowned as a place of prayer and study.

Ten years after the founding of the monastery, Norwegian Archbishop Augustine Erlendsson, another follower of the ancient Augustinian rule of life, called on Thorlak to become bishop of the Icelandic diocese of Skalholt.

Although he was deeply attached to his monastic way of life, Thorlak recognized the pressing need for reform and guidance among the clergy.

As bishop, he was deeply dedicated to implementing the reforms of the Western Church that Pope Gregory VII had begun during the past century, which envisioned not only a strict discipline of clerical celibacy but also the independence of the Church against intrusion by secular authorities.

Thorlak also sought to improve public morality and dared to confront even the most popular and powerful chieftain in Iceland, who was said to have had an extramarital affair with the bishop's own sister.

Understandably, he often longed to put aside these kinds of burdens and return to the monastic life.

Before he could do so, he died on 23 December 1193.

St. Thorlak was undoubtedly Iceland's most popular native saint during the country's Catholic period.

Over 50 churches were dedicated to his memory before Iceland became officially Lutheran during the 16th century. 

Today, St. Thorlak's former diocese of Skalholt is a part of the Diocese of Reykjavik, which was only established in its present form in 1968.

Although the Catholic Church no longer has a large presence in Iceland, celebration of St. Thorlak's feast has persisted as a widespread national custom.

Icelanders celebrate on December 23 as the final day of preparation before Christmas and have maintained the custom of gathering to eat cured fish.

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G. Mark Mulleian (1947-2022)

Mulleian was first discovered by author Leonard Roy Frank in 1968, a discovery which opened the doors to one of the most unique exhibits at the Frank Gallery On January I, 1970 Featuring the works of sculptor Benny Bufano and paintings by G. Mark Mulleian that brought national public attention and many notable admirers ranging from William Kunsler, attorney of the Chicago Seven trial, to the Three Christy Minstrels, a popular singing group of the 1960’s. and notables such as Elton John, Janice Joplin, Robert Shields, Shirley Temple Black, Leotine Price, and Herb Cean, and many more. Visitors to the Frank Gallery would bring people from all walks of life, ranging from the very young to the very old, from the poor to the very rich, from the common folk to the very famous, from the blue collar workers to the intellectuals. Mulleian’s works were breaking barriers through universal means, bringing people together, which eventually led to a large following of Mulleian’s paintings on a national and international scale...

“Spring Crossing” was one of San Francisco’s main attractions at The Frank Gallery on Sutter Street’s Gallery Row. Ron posed as Christ upon a 16 foot high cross, to equal the height of the scaffold where Mulleian was working. Ron posed for up to four hours at a time while passerby gaped in astonishment at both artist and model. People as far away as Bolder Creek, California and throughout the country would come to watch Mulleian at work on this epic peace bearing small gifts such as flowers, letters, and wine for the artist, followed by extensive media attention for months to come throughout the U.S. The painting took six months to complete. Mulleian was 25 years old.

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Around 300 BCE: Ouroboros is founded during the time of Alexander the Great. The organization operates in secrecy with the goal of maintaining balance between the Gifted and the Ungifted.

The Inquisition 1500: During this time gifted people were nearly hunted to extinction as they were deemed all manners of supernatural creature and even trialed as witches.

Resurgence December 1920: The dormant double helix stars to resurface and a new generation of gifted humans come into being.

March 6th 1960: Oakbrook Asylum is established as a mental institution, intended to house and treat individuals with mental health issues, including those who are Gifted.

April 20th 1968: The government agency known as Maple Publishing House is created to control and manage works created by Gifted individuals. It operates for a few years but struggles to fulfill its mandate and is eventually dismantled.

October 10th 1976: Kim Entertainment, originally a family-oriented entertainment company, thrives under the leadership of Kim Chung Ae, who expands its influence in the entertainment industry.

July 16th 1986: Oakbrook Asylum, once a respected institution, faces financial difficulties and begins to deteriorate.-

November 9th 1989: Oakbrook Asylum, plagued by financial difficulties, goes bankrupt and ceases operations.

May 4th 1993: Esther Jung purchases the land where Oakbrook Asylum stood and begins extensive renovations to transform it into Westwood Sanatorium, aiming to provide mental health services to the general public.

March 7th 2001: Westwood Sanatorium officially reopens, with a focus on mental health care. But secretly this includes rehabilitation for Gifted individuals struggling with mental health issues.

September 2002: Kim Entertainment's Chung Ae dies and his children move the company's base of operations from Seoul to New York City and undergoes a transformation, becoming Atlas Industries. The company diversifies its interests and becomes involved in various aspects including entertainment, shipping and biotech advancements.

June 26th 2006: Phantom Order, a group of villains seeking to control the destiny of the Gifted, starts making moves and plans to seize power.

February 12th 2007: Helix Academy is established as a boarding school to provide education and support for young Gifted teens and children.

August 2nd 2008: Lightwell Printing Company rises from the ashes of Maple Publishing House, adopting a new purpose of protecting and serving the Gifted community.

November 1st 2009: The Government establishes the Special Abilities Control Unit (SACU).

June 18th 2015: The first video of a Gifted using their powers goes viral.

January 1st 2019: The US Government announces the Registration Act for all Gifted citizens in America.

April 5th 2021: Eclipse P.I. is born when a group of Gifted friends comes together to solve a missing person case. They decide to officially establish their investigative team to assist Gifted individuals and handle cases involving superpowered individuals.

June 8th 2021: Phantom Order intensifies its efforts, particularly in response to government initiatives to control the Gifted population.

January 6th 2023: Westwood Sanatorium, with its secret mission to support the Gifted community and rehabilitate "villains," continues to operate discreetly under the leadership of Esther Jung.

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In the Reading Room: National Cash Register, Model 332

We have quite a few interesting things in our reading room, with one of the most notable being our National Cash Register, Model 332, manufactured in 1906 Dayton, Ohio. It was a gift of Bill Randle (March 14, 1923 — July 9, 2004) from the very beginning of the BPCL.

A native of Detroit, Michigan, Randle was a pioneering disc jockey at several radio stations including WERE in Cleveland, Ohio. In 1955 Time Magazine named Randle the top DJ in America, and he is recognized as the first person to introduce Elvis Presley on television to a national audience (January 28, 1956). Also, an educator and practicing lawyer, Randle obtained 3 master's degrees and a law degree as well as a doctorate in American studies.

Ray Browne, founder of the Library for Popular Culture Studies, credits Randle's initial 1968 donation of over $75,000 in materials as the "core of the collection of the Popular Culture Library" at its inception. For his donation Randle's only request was that one of his prized possessions, the antique National Cash Register, be displayed at the library's entrance. Of its importance, Randle stated "Popular culture is totally commodity. The whole symbol is the cash register that you plunk down your money and you pay for it. At least, it's a more honest reflection of the validity of the culture than high culture which is subsidized."

We don't keep actual legal tender in the register, since it is unfortunately not operational at the moment, but we do have a variety of tokens and coins that, at the right place, could have been exchanged for things.

The cash register is also home to a miniature John Cena figurine from the WWE and a custom-made Lego minifigure:

Keep reading below for close-ups of some of the details on our cash register!

The Browne Popular Culture Library (BPCL), founded in 1969, is the most comprehensive archive of its kind in the United States.  Our focus and mission is to acquire and preserve research materials on American Popular Culture (post 1876) for curricular and research use. Visit our website at https://www.bgsu.edu/library/pcl.html.

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Martin Luther King Day: The Song That Changed The US

On 15 January 1981, music legends Diana Ross and Gladys Knight, along with the "godfather of rap", Gil Scott-Heron, joined renowned musician Stevie Wonder on stage at the National Mall in Washington, DC. The 50,000-strong audience chanted: "Martin Luther King Day, we took a holiday," according to Scott-Heron’s 2012 memoir, The Last Holiday, as the stars began to sing Wonder's hit song, Happy Birthday, a tribute to the murdered civil rights leader.

"I just never understood/ How a man who died for good/ Could not have a day that would/ Be set aside for his recognition," they sang, electrifying the crowd.

The 1980 song had represented the start of Wonder's campaign to make the birthday of renowned peace activist, Martin Luther King Jr, into a federal holiday. For three years Wonder put his life on hold and dedicated tours, rallies and marches to bring his vision to life – a quest that would establish the first holiday in the US that honoured a black American.

After Dr King's assassination in April 1968, US Representative John Conyers Jr from Detroit, Michigan, and Wonder's congressman, introduced a bill to make the activist's birthday a federal holiday. But for 13 years, the bill languished, facing opposition from southern Democrats and conservative Republicans. For years, Wonder had quietly advocated for the holiday. But then, in 1979, he shared a dream he had with King's widow, Coretta Scott King. In a 2011 interview with CNN's Anderson Cooper, Wonder said: "I said to her… 'I imagined in this dream I was doing this song. We were marching with petition signs to make Dr King's birthday a national holiday.'"

"I think that artists have been the catalyst for expressing social conditions since the beginning of all time,” Stevie Wonder said in 1980, when he first announced his drive for a national MLK Day. "I am not political. I am not a leader. I am a human being given the honour and gift of song. And with it, I give the best possible." -(source: bbc)

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