#john yates

[mudwerks]

(via JHALAL DRUT: Bad Brains - John Yates)

[misscrawfords]

No sooner had Susan and her cousins left their box at the intermission than they came face to face with Miss Crawford and a gentleman exiting another box a few doors down. The gentleman was a stranger to Susan but the similarity of his appearance to the lady was such as made his identity as obvious as it was unanticipated.

Julia stopped dead and even Miss Crawford, usually so self-possessed, blushed and hesitated. Her brother too seemed struck by astonishment at the sight of the party. Only Mr. Yates, whose happy disposition did not admit of any embarrassment, was unperturbed.

“Crawford!” he boomed. “This is capital! No idea you were in the country, let alone in town! It's been years! But of course we should meet at the theatre - where else? You remember my wife, of course? And this is her cousin, Miss Price. Susan, this is the famous Mr. Crawford.”

Susan was as surprised as the others but for different reasons. This was the infamous Mr. Crawford? Her cousin had ruined herself and plunged her family into disgrace for him? Why, he was such a short and slight man! Susan was on the taller side of average for her sex but she was nevertheless unaccustomed to stand eye to eye with a man in the way she was able to with Mr. Crawford. And those expressive, dark features - so elegant and pretty on his sister - were not so attractive on the gentleman. He cut an insignificant sort of figure, especially when put next to the broad bulk of Mr. Yates, who loomed over them all in his usual way. She had only met him briefly many years ago but he had seemed taller and more impressive in her memory.

What was she to say to him? She did not desire an introduction; indeed, Yates probably ought not to have done it. She could not see Julia’s expression but her silence was speech enough. Perhaps she could cut him, she could give him the cut direct and walk straight past him with her head held high and Fanny in her heart… except of course that she did not dare.

In the event, he was the first to speak. The awkwardness and evident embarrassment of his address as well as its obvious insincerity as he reacquainted himself with Mrs. Yates and professed a delight to meet Miss Price gave Susan the courage to respond with a clear and direct look, “How do you do, Mr. Crawford? But we have met before in Portsmouth five years ago; perhaps you do not recall.”

Surprise crossed his face. “I do recall our meeting. How could I forget?”

How indeed? Later, she would think of many retorts, albeit none of them suitable to be spoken aloud. Instead she found herself asking if was enjoying the play. 

“With reservations,” he replied, his gaze never straying from hers. “And yourself, Miss Price?”

“Tolerably,” said Susan at the same time as Mr. Yates jumped in to inform them that this was Miss Price’s first ever visit to the theatre and how important it was that it was to such a wonderful production as The Distress’d Mother and had they ever seen anything so touching as Andromache’s tragic devotion?

“I find her a little too pious for my own taste,” interjected Miss Crawford. “I find myself drawn to Hermione and I cannot feel ashamed of it. But you have a very fine performance in Orestes for your first play, Miss Price. You have chosen well.”

Susan acknowledged that it was so and that she was very much looking forward to seeing him go mad in the final act. Yates declared there was no better actor anywhere in Europe and seemed on the point of anticipating the mad scene itself in the corridor when Julia finally roused herself to insist that the performance must be starting soon and hurried Susan back into the box, leaving the Crawfords behind to make of Mr. Yates’ paroxysms of dramatic enthusiasm what they would.

As for Susan, her spirit was disturbed by the meeting but she was determined that Mr. Crawford should not have any power over her - he had done quite enough damage by the Bertrams already for her to wish to give him any further satisfaction. Her attention should be devoted solely to the progress of the drama on stage before her. Nevertheless, it was strange to think that such a man should have been so captivating to both her cousins - he was not even handsome! And his address, well, there was nothing extraordinary about it. She could not understand it at all. And as for his view of the play, she could not help wondering over his reservations. What a very curious way to respond to her question which she had only asked out of politeness! Really, if he had reservations, he should at the least have said what they were! And so it was that at the end of several hours, when the play finally drew to a close, mad scene and all, having vowed that Mr. Crawford’s name should not even cross her mind, she found to her consternation she had thought of little else.

[themalhambird]

why I never get significant amounts of writing done, or, a liveblog of my last three hours working on a Mansfield Park fanfic:

Trying to figure out Yates' family for Julia-meets-her-in-laws purposes:

-> he's "the younger son of a lord with a tolerable independence" (MP XIII)

And now I'm down a rabbit hole trying to figure out what Austen means when she says 'a lord'. If she meant an Earl/Viscount/Baron, she surely would have specified "the younger son of a[n] Earl/Viscount/Baron with a tolerable independence." The Law Lords come in too late for that to be applicable.

...The younger sons of Dukes and Marquesses were styled as "lord ---" so Yates could conceivably be the younger son of a younger son. It might be that it's the lord (Yates' father), and not Yates, who has a tolerable independence from his father/our Yates' grandfather. But Dukes and Marquesses seem too aristocratic for Austen's taste: she never seems to aim beyond Earls (Lord Ravenshaw, Colonel Fitzwilliam's father.) Besides, Yates has an estate of his own (MP XLVIII)

[side note- estate as in "area of land"; estate as in "all money and property [he] owned" in general; or estate as in "condition in life?"

"there was comfort in finding his estate rather more, and his debts much less, than [Sir Thomas] had feared" (MP XLVIII). "rather more" seems to fit best with money and property in general: condition would surely be "...his estate rather better." And an area of land might be found to be "[worth] rather more", but just finding it to be bigger in general doesn't mean anything. Like, an extra acre of farmland is one thing, but an extra acre of fetid swamp water isn't gonna generate much income. Besides, younger sons not having their own land is Kind Of A Thing in MP, and Julia's visit to some of Sir Thomas' relatives is attributed to "some view of convenience on Mr. Yates' account" (MP XLVII). "The cousins...live near Bedford Square" (MP XLV), a very fashionable address, and as Yates is described as fashionable and expensive (MP XIII), it seems feasible that Yates has a permanent residence in London, also near Bedford Square...?

And then again, 'Lord' may have been perfectly common parlance for Earl/Viscount/Baron when the specificity of the rank either doesn't matter, or would have been obvious to Austen's original readers thanks to context clues I've missed entirely. The lack of specificity could be deliberate, drawing attention to how little the family at Mansfield Park actually know about Yates. I assume that Yates' father is alive because otherwise why frame him as "younger son" instead of "younger brother"?

....*shakes Jane Austen* you could tell your relations that Mrs Norris' "great sum" she gave William was £1 but you couldn't give them a detailed Yates family tree???

...and then it finally occurred to me to just google "what is a Baron", at which point the OED tells me:

noun

1.a member of the lowest order of the British nobility. Baron is not used as a form of address, barons usually being referred to as ‘Lord’.

So, we learn two things: 1) Yates' father is a Baron [I'm 99% sure] , and 2) I make life far more complicated for myself than it needs to be.

Progress made: plausible existence of Baron Dad Yates (still alive) established. At least 1 brother (older) confirmed. Biologically speaking, can assume a mother also existed or exists.

Words Written: Big Fat 0

...now repeat a similar process for every even semi-significant detail. Like trying to decide whether Bedford Square itself was fashionable enough for Yates (no, but Grovsenor Square or nearby to Grovesnor Square, about 25 minutes away probably would be...)

[starlightseraph]

brigadier alastair gordon lethbridge-stewart my beloved

[giddyaunt425]

[halbarryislife]

Rest In Peace Richard Franklin, Jan. 15th, 1936 - Dec. 25th 2023

"It is with great sadness, that the family of Richard Franklin have asked me to share news of his passing, early this morning. Richard passed away peacefully in his sleep. Details of funeral arrangements will be shared here when announced. Sleep well Richard."

[davidtennantgenderenvy]

Tier list of David Tennant characters based on how good they are at fatherhood

[spectralish]

cant have anything in unit

[flo-zoinks]

Yk what would be so cool for rdr fanart

Ones based off of the Clint Eastwood movie posters

They look tough as hell (I love hang ‘em high)

[lukedom]

Started to hurt even before Benton kicked 😆

Time for retirement, Yates

(from Invasion of the Dinosaurs)

[bethanydelleman]

Yates also only came because his better party somewhere else didn't work out. Tom is his sloppy seconds "friend"

Thinking about how Tom Bertram doesn't actually know Yates that well- he's like, some guy Tom met at a party once, casually invited to stay in that generic kind of 'oh, if you're in the area' kind of way, and then Yates actually fucking shows up....and runs off with Tom's sister six months later lol

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

ONE OF THE MOST ON POINT INDICTMENTS OF AMERICAN "DEMOCRACY" IN DESIGN HISTORY.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on the now oft-quoted "Democracy, We Deliver" anti-war poster, on offset lithograph paper, artwork by John Yates for Stealworks, c. 1993.

PIC #2: Identical graphic with different typography, later used as artwork for the CD liner notes to "Point Blank," the 1994 debut studio album by industrial thrash metal band NAILBOMB.

Sources: https://collections.museumca.org/?q=collection-item/2010543734 & Flickr.

[whiloww]

[doctorkinktraveller]

Jon Pertwee [3rd Doctor], Nicholas Courtney [Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge Stewart], Richard Franklin [Mike Yates] and John Levine [Sgt Benton]

[existing-in-the-ono-second]

Sometimes a friend group is an immortal gay aristocrat, a himbo, an eco-fascist, a shoot first don't ask questions soldier, and the most competent woman on earth.