#john manners

[corallapis]

Mural in All Saints Church, Thorney Hill by Phoebe Anna Traquair (1920-2), commissioned by the 3rd Baron Manners, commemorating the loss of his wife and two of his children. The mural depicts the Manners family and others, including at least four members of the Coterie who were killed in action in WWI — Capt. Bron Herbert; Lt. Raymond Asquith; Lt. Edward Horner; and Lt. John Manners — as well as Betty Asquith (née Manners), Katharine Asquith (née Horner), and Laura, Lady Lovat (née Lister) as the Madonna. The Manners family is depicted as they were in 1904, the year Molly Manners died.

1. 2. 4.  all sons of the Bishop of Exeter (see 11 below): Lt. Randle Gasycone-Cecil (1889-1917), Capt. John Gascoyne-Cecil (1893-1918), and Lt. Rupert Gasycone-Cecil (1895-1915)

3. Eric Gill (1882-1940), carver of the chapel, as St. John the Baptist

5. Charles Gore (1853-1932), as St. Peter the Apostle

6. Constance Manners (née Hamlyn-Fane), Lady Manners (1861-1920)

7. Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892), as St. John the Evangelist as prophet

8. Capt. Auberon ‘Bron’ Herbert, 9th Baron Lucas (1876-1916)

9. William Blake (1757-1827), as St. John the Evangelist as writer

10. Phoebe Anna Traquair (1852-1936), self-portrait of the artist

11. Lord William Cecil (1863-1936), Bishop of Exeter, as St. Joseph

12. Hon. Frances Manners, later the 4th Baron Manners (1897-1972), as the Christ child

13. Laura Fraser (née Lister), Lady Lovat (1892-1956), as the Madonna

14. Angela Manners (1889-1970), as an angel

15. Lt. Hon. John Manners (1892-1914), as a pilgrim child

16. Katharine Asquith (née Horner) (1885-1976)

17. Lt. Raymond Asquith (1878-1916)

18. John Manners-Sutton, 3rd Baron Manners (1852-1927), as St. George killing the dragon

19. Lt. Edward Horner (1888-1917)

20. Hon. Mary ‘Molly’ Manners (1886-1904)

21. Joseph Lister, 1st Baron Lister (1827-1912)

22. Louis Pasteur (1882-1895)

23. Hon. Betty Asquith (née Manners) (1889-1962), as an angel

photos and identification credit to E. J. Duckworth

[cringefail-clown]

hey remember the post i made that brodad in turnabout would be absolutely hilarious? because i remember. and i cannot forget. and now im thinking about it constantly

please send help

[rcbertleckie]

You know, when I was a kid, I built a homemade crystal radio. I'm thinking of giving it a try in here. Won't be as good as our old one but might work good enough.

MASTERS OF THE AIR · part seven — for anon

[ranna-alga]

"Do the Evolution" - Pearl Jam

[georgeharrisonsmiling]

While my guitar gently weeps.

[insufferablemod]

thinking about john n davesprite n dave what happens when he finds out its not just a bird dave thing but a dave thing..... the idea hes built up of The Real Dave comes crashing down

like things were def made worse by being stuck together for 3 years with noone else n all of the extra issues davesprite has On top of all the normal dave bs but like, fuuuckkkkkkk

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #142 Part 2

His parents had spent years working on their portal, to the point where they were neglecting their own children. Danny didn’t know any better, neither did Jazz. To them it was just how their family ran and for the most part it worked for them. It allowed Danny to really study space and the Stars. His room was covered with different ship models on the shelves, glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and posters on the walls.

Jazz had similarly explored her own thoughts and topics as she studied Psychology. Her room was more feminine but still had a certain scientific decorum to it.  

He never thought that he’d suddenly be ripped from all the things he loved. But here he was with the trench coat man, instead of taking some biology class or something.

“What happened with the portal?” Danny asked.

The man took a long sigh, “listen… quite a lot of shit went down after your accident.” 

“That tells me nothing,” Danny glared at the man.

“I get your upset kid, but let me at least know your name. Mine's John Constantine,” 

“…Danny,” Danny muttered after a moment. He wasn’t sure he trusted the man but he guessed he had no choice. He was also noticing he felt a bit off, it was the weirdest gut feeling and Danny was having trouble telling exactly what the feeling was. It was like the feeling was telling him to trust John, although at the same time John had this weird feeling about him that had Danny feeling weary. He decided to trust John just a little, hopefully it got him back home, after a moment Danny spoke again, “…Can you at least tell me if the portal worked?”

The room was silent for a moment and then John spoke “Alright, fine, I’ll tell you what happened but some background first, do you know who the ancients are?” 

The name didn’t sound familiar, “Ancients? Like Ancient Aliens or something?” 

“No, no…” John took a swig from a flask in his pocket and then started fiddled with an unlit cigarette he pulled from a different pocket. He then looked Danny up and down, “You don’t know the first thing about the infinite realms do you?”

“The what?” None of this was making any sense and the more Danny talked to this guy the more he was getting a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. Something about this conversation felt wrong, like Danny should know all of this already but he just didn’t. 

“Right well… I guess the easiest way to explain this is the portal your parents made was to the infinite realms.” John said, putting the cigarette in his mouth.

“My parents called it the Ghost Zone.” Danny muttered.

John seemed to chuckle at that, “I mean it is mainly inhabited by ghosts, however they aren’t the only ones, far from it in fact. I’m sorry but… I couldn’t allow your parents unlimited access to the realms. I had to disable it and prevent it from being reactivated.”

Danny felt a little disheartened after hearing that, he guessed John was probably right though. He remembered hearing his parents talk about how they’d dissect every ghost they found to study them. The bully’s at his school often bullied Danny over it especially after his dad and mom would continually embarrass him on parent teacher nights and on field trips.

Danny let out a small sigh, “so when can I go home?”

John looked a little surprised, his eyebrow quirked up, “so you're unaware of your situation right now?”

“Situation?” Danny trailed off, he remembered getting shocked and then he remembered waking up here, “where are we?”

John let out another sigh, “shit, well from my research you're supposed to know everything about your powers when you wake up.”

This made no sense to Danny, powers? Danny didn’t have powers, he didn't have the meta-gene.

“Powers? I don’t have the meta-gene. I think you have the wrong person.” Danny stated as he folded his arms in front of himself.

“Then how are you floating?” John asked with a smirk.

Danny looked down and he indeed was floating just an inch off the bed, he wondered when that started but the feeling threw him off a little as he stumbled a little trying to keep himself upright. It didn’t work and he fell back down on the bed with a little thud. He turned to see John watching him with a small hint of amusement in his eyes. 

“What am I?” Danny asked, his voice small and a little panicked.

“You, Danny Fenton, are an Ancient. I know the term makes it seem like you're old but the term is more because your people are ancient in age.” The explanation made no sense to Danny but he could somehow float now. He thought the term ‘Ancient’ was a little much for some floating powers.

[meyerlansky]

MASTERS OF THE AIR: PART SIX

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

I have drink the brain juice again and just watched the haunted mansion so this is very much inspired by that

The Haunting of the RoseWall manner

So Danny leaves amity (you all know the drill at this point that I don’t really need to explain) and destroys the portal so his parents and the GIW can’t get to it and run or well flys away as fast as he can and flys for days straight without taking any breaks so he crashes into a giant garden and when he wakes up he is meet with the faces of two small children ( The little girl who well call Rosalyn and a little boy named Aspen they both look like their around 5-6 years old) and as they see that he is awake the leave the room that now that Danny looks at it looks like something you would find it a old victorian house that looks untouched anyway the two came back with a girl who introduces herself as Noa she looks to be around 9-10 and she introduces the two as her little siblings and that one of old Bobbie’s hounds found him and when Danny ask where he is Noa says that he is in the RoesWell manner and that it is inhabited by 99 spirits that’s when a very pretty woman who looks like she’s in her late 30s and wearing and introduces herself as Mother no name just Mother and asks Danny how he got into this situation and that’s when the water works start and Danny just tells this woman everything so let’s just say she has a healthy hatred of the Fentons and the GIW and her mothering instincts kick in and she just goes

Mother who just heard everything this poor child has gone through “Ok your my child now you have no choice in the matter”

Danny who’s freshly parentheses and newly traumatized “ uh ok just don’t shoot me pls”

And after that Mother along with his new siblings… he guesses leave the bedroom and make their way to the giant ballroom where there are all the ghost in the manner are to meet the new guy and Mother makes Danny and the siblings go with one of the teenagers to a different room/ and or the garden and tells the rest of the adults about what Danny has gone through and let’s just say Danny now has a army of aunts and uncles and grandparents who really want to murder the people who hurt him and after a few months of staying there it starts to change him but not in a bad way ( and also all the residents of the manner have a rose somewhere on their person or it is something on their clothes) and the younger ghosts of the manner like to play dress up with Danny so he most often hanging around some of the younger residents while wearing a dress or other outfits from different time periods that some of the older ghosts like giving him

And now to the JL but so Constantine gets a heads up about a place with 100 spirts and decides to go check it out and as he does he finds Danny and some of the younger residents first and that’s all I can think of for the DC part of this I might add more later

And I won’t be adding a design part because of the outfits the older ghosts give him and I’ll probably add more in later posts 

And that’s all I have for that the moment ( sorry if it’s a bit scatter brain this is really a last minute thing) byeee

[m1ssunderstanding]

People have probably already seen this because apparently it's been on YouTube for a week but I hadn't so here you go if you want! Spoilers (I guess) in the tags so for people that don't want to watch this sneak peak and ruin their movie experience, don't read my tags :)

[lycanlovebites]

You know what? Fuck you *hits Father Ardelian with the shoujo filter and babygirlifies your priest*

@stjohnstarling

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

VAGABOND: YOU THERE, BOY.

JUNE: i’m not a boy anymore.

VAGABOND: OH SORRY.

VAGABOND: YOU THERE, YOUNG LADY.

[natelia-aldelliz]

"Fucking hell..."

Roach rolls his eyes at that, barely hearing Simon answering Shepherd. What was wrong this time, was the new guy too friendly? Too energetic? Was he not dead inside enough for Simon's tastes? He swears, sometimes this man infuriates him. Four years. He's been dead for four years and he's still mourning like day one.

Which wouldn't be such an issue if he didn't isolate himself to do so. He's not talking to anyone these days, barely talks with Price even. Certainly not to a therapist.

"You could show some manners," Roach complains out loud, knowing that the only person that would hear him was the man standing a bit further away with a big hole in the middle of the chest. If he even knew english.

"Oh, sorry," the new guy answers.

"What?" Simon grunts next to him.

Roach frowns. He had been so lost in his thoughts he had missed the first part of the conversation. Who was the new guy talking to?

"Uh," the man - what was his name again? Soap? - says, sending a confused look towards -

Roach turns around, trying to see what Soap was looking at, looking through him like that. There's nothing behind him, though.

"I... was saying sorry because I thought I stepped on your foot."

Simon hums and lets his bored look linger on Soap. Roach would've taken that answer as the truth if not for the fact that the man keeps sending little looks in his direction.

Can he... can he see him? He shoves back down the gigantic wave of hope that almost overwhelms him.

"Nod if you can hear me," he tries with a little voice.

Soap... nods, he nods! He's nodding, he's pretty sure it can't be interpreted as anything else. He gapes, forgets to breathe. It's not like he needs it, but he always liked to keep the habit. Made him feel more like himself.

"Bounce your leg twice if you can see me..."

The leg bounces twice. Roach has no idea what to say. No idea how to react. He can feel his burned side starting to smoke again.

"Are you dead too?" he finally asks, trying to make sense of it all.

Soap shakes his head no.

"What? But how..." how can he see him then?

Soap shrugs slightly. He... doesn't know? What? But that's not a satisfying answer at all, what the fuck? He frowns and Soap smiles apologetically in response.

[saints-who-never-existed]

Today I'm thinking about the degree to which a person is responsible for the loyalty they inspire in others.

To be more specific, I'm continuing my rewatch and thinking about the degree to which Franklin is responsible for the loyalty he has inspired in poor wee David Young.

-

Young's death is a foregone conclusion, one that's been years in the making to the point where he thinks nothing of his gruesome symptoms, yes. But his lionisation of Franklin is also a not-insignificant factor in Young neglecting to speak up about his failing health.

"I didn't want to disappoint Sir John..."

Then, as he continues to decline, Young relinquishes any semblance of bodily autonomy he ever had. He's terrified at the thought of being cut open and examined, begs for Goodsir to promise to refrain from doing so. But again, his loyalty to Franklin wins out - he trusts completely that whatever Franklin orders must be for the good of the crew.

"If Sir John orders it I will do it..."

And even as death rapidly approaches, Young isn't entirely free in his own mind either. He's an extremely vulnerable young man, little more than a child really. He's 3000 miles from home. He's dying and there isn't a thing anyone can do to stop it. He's even separated from his fellow Terrors now, friends who clearly cared for his well-being and could have been at least a small comfort to him as he passed.

Young is so so frightened and he can't even fully admit to and confront that fact because of Franklin.

"And don't tell Sir John I was afraid..."

-

I'm not sure yet what my point is really.

Young's loyalty and devotion to Franklin serves to make his death just that more desperate and traumatic than it otherwise would have been and it just feels like there ought to be consequences for that somehow. It feels like someone ought to pay for the tragedy of it all...

[icecreampizzer]

um. yeah. so ever since I got into this series I already had like . a fanfic idea rotating in my head, which basically boiled down to "what if the 'main' antagonists of all three games interacted with one another. what if they became friends. there's a lot of interesting reflection and introspection to be made i think". And so this was born. "Ex-Zoraxis Support Group" isn't very accurate since they literally just bumped into each other and it's an informal thing. they're currently friends (in the loosest sense of the word) living together off the grid from both Zoraxis and the EOD, sitcom style!

This thing takes place after IEYTD3 and I've added a lot of ideas to it, but they're still kind of rough. I wanted to doodle some stuff for it though!!! I've been planning to do something like this for a very long time, but the thing that tipped me over was my desire to draw juniper freaking it whiteboy style. sorry.

more stuff to come (MAYBE. big maybe. i have chapters 1 and 2 written down and 3 in progress...but i keep getting distracted LMAO) i just have to say the last part of the 2nd picture is not entirely accurate to their first meeting SKDJFHEUWDHS

[amysnotdeadyet]

TRICK OR TREAT!!! 🎃👻🦇

A soft wind slid through the night, mysterious scents of autumn riding along with the breeze. The warmth of the cup in his hands was a balm to the chill, its own melange of spices and apples smelling homey and familiar. Victor had never celebrated the turning of the seasons the way they did here, but he was learning that this, as with so many things, was worth his time and attention.

He shivered anew as his lover's hand slid down his back, voice low in his ear. "Enjoying yourself?"

"More," said Victor, leaning into Vane, "now that you're here."

(100 words, What Manner of Man post-canon Victor/Vane)