#josephine johnson

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•Josephine Johnson•

•Ultimate Oceanographer•

The ocean life called to Josephine while she lived by the lakes in Wales as a child. Studying the hundreds of species that swim the waters not only drove her to study them, but to protect them. These many discoveries strengthen her research and physical ability to swim deeper into the shores, leading to her earning her invitation to Hope’s Peak. The only problem, however, is that Hope’s Peak has yet to make a functional aquarium specifically for her so she can communicate with the sea animals more.

DOB: January 30th

Height: 191 cm/6’2”

Weight: 198 lbs.

Chest size: 98 cm

Blood type: A

Likes: Rock music, turtles

Dislikes: Annoying people

[little-desi-historian]

Black Historical Figures I think are cool af!

Happy Black History Month! Below the cut you’ll find a list of 10 black historical figures I think are super cool (and often overlooked in favour of their white/non-black counterparts) all of the figures are inspirational to me in some way and I think anyone can learn from their examples, regardless of race.

Dido Elizabeth Belle aka Dido Belle Lindsay - staying the course of your beliefs, knowing you deserve better. Knowing what’s right is more than possible.

Joseph Bologne, Chevalier de Saint-George(s) - don’t let anyone take your talents and passions from you. Those who treat you wrong don’t deserve you.

Phillis Weatly/Phyllis Weatly - no matter what you’ve been subjected to, don’t let anyone take your voice from you.

James Armistead Lafayette - fight (spy) for what you believe in. You may turn out to be the most powerful piece in the fight.

Harriet Tubman - no matter the evils of the world, there are good people out there, don’t forget your strengths and allies.

Freda Josephine Baker (née McDonald) best known simply as Josephine Baker - dance and keep dancing, no matter how bad things are. You only live once.

Bessie Coleman - pursue your dreams no matter who tells you that you can’t. You may match them in renown yet.

Gladys Bentley - wear what you want, speak how you want, and love whomever you choose.

Marsha P. Johnson - be here, be queer, and speak truth to power.

Maya Angelou born Marguerite Annie Johnson - write, write, write, oh… and don’t fear life.

[neverscreens]

— THE OTHER ZOEY (2023).

Part One, 500 Screencaps.

Part Two, 500 Screencaps.

Part Three, 358 Screencaps.

All in GALLERY. Like or reblog if it was useful, every interaction shows us that we should keep making screencaps for y'all ♡

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Mallori Johnson, Josephine Langford, and Drew Starkey in The Other Zoey (2023)

[ashtcnirwinx]

text -> princess josie?

ash: my beloved danish princess. other people might have moved on, but i'm still stuck remembering how magical you looked at the VS show. easily the most gorgeous creature on that stage and that's no easy feat. ash: are you in the UK or in the states right now? harry and i have settled in the UK for a bit, so please know our door is wide open if you happen to be around with the family. miss you, miss the girls, even miss aaroon. jk. i love him. / @josiejohnscn

[haileyxrhode]

josie baby, i'm so happy you could make it. luke will be over the moon to see you and i'll be taking lots of pictures of that reunion. we've not been in the same room in months, and not at all after the pregnancy reveal. i know he's so excited that our baby will get to grow up with your kids around, almost like little cousins. i'm getting some soda and then i have to show you some pictures of the nursery. i want you honest mom opinion. / @josiejohnscn

[litandlifequotes]

The earth was overwhelmed with beauty and indifferent to it, and I went with a heart ready to crack for its unbearable loveliness.

Now in November by Josephine Winslow Johnson 

[thehistoryoftheworld]

Fort Shaw Indian School Girls Basketball Team becomes World Champions at the Louisiana Purchase Exposition, 1904.

The seven members of the original team included Genie Butch, Belle Johnson, Nettie Wirth, Minnie Burton, Emma Rose Sansaver, Josephine Langely, and Delia Gebeau.

Native American boarding schools, such as Fort Shaw, were integral to the United States' policy of cultural genocide for American Indians. World's Fairs also played a key role in affirming white supremacy and presenting American Indians as an uncivilized artifact of the past.

Recommended reading:

Brownell, Susan, The 1904 Anthropology Days and Olympic Games. Lincoln and London: University of Nebraska Press, 2008.

Parezo, Nancy J. and Don D. Fowler, Anthropology Goes to the Fair: The 1904 Louisiana Purchase Exposition. Lincoln and London: University of Nebraska Press, 2007.

Peavy, Linda; Smith, Ursula (2001). "World champions: The 1904 girls' basketball team from Fort Shaw Indian boarding school". The Magazine of Western History 51 (4): 2–25.

Rydell, Robert W., All the World's a Fair. Chicago and London: University of Chicago Press, 1984.

[hollywoodfamerp]

Please unfollow the following FCs as the muns have relinquished the roles:

Aaron Taylor-Johnson

Danny Amendola

Glen Powell

Joe Burrow

Josephine Skriver

Liam Hemsworth

Olivia Culpo

Romee Strijd

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Doodled sum students for body type practice

[arcimboldisworld]

Josephine W. Johnson - Die November Schwestern.

Josephine W. Johnson - Die November Schwestern. #roman #pulitzerpreis1934 #literatur #lesen #usa #amerika #rezensiion #aufbauverlag #josephinewjohnson #wunderbar #lesejahr2024

Puh. Was für ein Roman! Grossartige Literatur! Tief durchatmen! 1934 – also vor 90 Jahren erschienen: “Die November Schwestern”. Es ist der Debütroman der Autorin Josephine W. Johnson, die bis heute die jüngste Preisträgerin des Pulitzerpreises ist und diesen 1935 im Alter von 24 Jahren für dieses Werk erhielt… Continue reading Josephine W. Johnson – Die November Schwestern.

[ashtcnirwinx]

ash: for a moment there, i was thinking was that leading to an announcement about baby number three. however, i think he really does deserve a crack at the role. i can't think of another actor that would naturally have everything you need to embody the role. hah, refuse to believe that you're bad at anything but point taken. would still watch the hell out of anything you acted in btw. were the babies with their grandparents? no one spoils the babies like they do. that's a sweet image though, you're both such good parents. ash: i think it's hilarious that you were friends with my ex but somehow we ended up as best friends. didn't see it coming but cherish it so much. def keeping you forever, you can count on that. ash: that's partially why we didn't tell anyone for weeks. for awhile there, i didn't think i was cut out to get married but it's true what they say about the right person changing your entire perspective of it. take all the photos, babes. i trust you and you can definitely post a ton of them after we've announced it. ash: it was beautiful and thinking about it makes me tear up again, ngl. harry's home is pretty secluded and out of the way, so we're getting married in a 13th century castle in tuscany instead. it's completely private and the castle grounds are protected by walls, so the paps would have to fly drones to get any kind of photos of the ceremony. we've booked a local boutique hotel for the guests to stay in too, so i'm hoping everyone will have the magical italian adventure with us.

josie: that's exactly what i was hinting at. not that there's a secret to keep, because we genuinely don't know if he's gotten the role yet or not. well, i don't. if he does, then he's even more of an incredible actor than i already knew he was. aww, you're too kind! my acting skills are garbage, so here's to hoping he gets a really wonderful bond girl should he get the gig. funny enough, the teenagers were happier to see us than the babies were. lennon did give us both really good snuggles that night, which was so nice because she's not the cuddliest with me. aaron, on the other hand? she'll sleep on his chest every night if we let her. josie: likewise! can you believe we've known each other for ten years now! friends like you are hard to come by, so you're stuck with me forever! josie: the engagement phase is so short too, you want to soak in every moment and not be stressed out by anything, especially crazed fans. that's a fair request. please note that while i may take a hundred million pictures, they're for my frames only 😊 josie: 🥹🥹🥹 that is so romantic! italy is gorgeous and it will make the wedding that much more special knowing that it's such a special place for you. will the wedding be at his house? also, i'm sure you already have everything handled but you know you can call on my help if you need it.

[mass-monumentalist]

This one is more somber than most (despite the sunny locale). When I set out to photograph cemeteries in Massachusetts, I imagined sprawling hills of death's head graves and a famous grave (or two).

But we cannot discount those that have been forgotten.

This is "Cemetery Hill" in Northampton, MA - it is the final resting place of the unclaimed bodies of those that died at the Northampton State Hospital, a mental institution that ran from 1856-1993.

The records seem to indicate that these people were buried on Cemetery hill: John A. L. Adams (Dec 1852-15 Feb 1905), Annie Bazzell (unknown - 19 November 1904), Kate Benton (unknown - 13 Sep 1903), Jennie Johnson Bregquist (4 Dec 1875 - 1926). Sarah Chapin Brundage (1842 - 27 Mar 1906), Thomas Grove Chaffee (19 Sep 1837 - 26 Jan 1912), Miles B Hicks (1821 - 21 Feb 1898), William Kuhn (1847 - 6 Dec 1884), Catherine Lockerly (1830 - 6 Jul 1884), Francis Alden Loud (10 Oct 1825 - 19 Mar 1885), Elizabeth Lowe (14 Oct 1880 - 12 Oct 1905). Nancy Sage Main (Oct 1813 - 26 Apr 1903), Josephine Villancoeur Monier (unknown - 19 April 1905), John O'Brien (1832 - 21 Sep 1883), Emma Patterson Petterson (unknown - 10 Feb 1905), Melvin C. Stone (unknown - 3 August 1906), and Michael Tool (unknown - 24 January 1905).

Cemetery Hill - Northampton, MA

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━ 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐟

˗ˏˋ𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 —grumpy!erik johnson x sunshine!nanny!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 1.1k 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — in erik's absence, his nanny takes over staging the family's elf on the shelf in order to keep the magic alive for his children. results are... questionable.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — i'm unhealthily attached to this made-up family send help

˗ˏˋ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ˎˊ˗

JOSIE JOHNSON is thoroughly unimpressed by her Elf.

“Snow angels? In sprinkles? Groundbreaking.”

Dissatisfaction narrows her gray-blue eyes as she stands in front of the kitchen island.

Bernard, the Johnson family’s special scout from the North Pole, is lying limp against the marble countertop in a pool of red and green. The sugary spillage is low-effort at best, especially compared to his iPad drive-in movie yesterday and the miniature golf course the day before that.

Dumping a container of cheap sprinkles—and not even the expensive variety with confetti shapes and edible glitter—wasn’t going to cut it.

Someone was going to have to do better.

“Uh-oh! Looks like Bernard had a wild night,” Erik Johnson, her father, announces as he pads in from the dining room.

If he thinks he’s being subtle, he’s doing a terrible job. His daughter can see straight through him; his voice goes all sorts of wonky when he has a secret.

And his dye-stained fingertips aren’t doing him any favors, either.

“Wild for who? A first grader?”

Josie was in second grade now. She is far too smart to fall for his poor acting and, evidently, much too cool to bother with humoring him.

Erik cocks his head to the side. His kid could be snarky, but she typically postponed doling out remarks until the afternoon. Or until he’s had his second helping of caffeine.

Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, he thinks to himself.

Aloud, though, he opts for a simple joke. “Well, I think it was wild. Do I look like a first grader to you?”

He sets his coffee mug beside the espresso machine and puffs out his chest like a peacock. Erik’s already 6’4 without trying, so when he raises both hands and lefts onto his tip-toes for emphasis, his head nearly brushes the ceiling. He’s grinning, wide and bright.

He expects his daughter to giggle at his antics like she did when she was younger or, at the very least, crack a reluctant smile out of second-hand embarrassment.

She does neither.

Rather than pearly teeth, Erik’s met with the whites of her eyes. If Josie had rolled them any harder, they'd have gotten stuck facing the wrong way. That’s what her older brother, Reese, told her whenever she did it.

The irony of the repeated red-lettered phrase "Be Nice!" on the white background of her Grinch-themed pajamas isn’t lost on him.

“Josephine Johnson, I thought I made myself clear the last time we talked about this; you do not roll your eyes at me. Or anyone, for that matter. It’s very rude,” he reprimands sternly. “What’s gotten into you?”

Josie crosses her arms, unphased, and fixes him with an unwavering glare. She could do this all day if need be.

“What’d she do this time?” Reese asks through a yawn as he strolls into the kitchen.

You, the family’s live-in nanny, are not far behind. You’re rubbing the sleep from the corners of your tired eyes when Josie darts to your side.

She looks up at you expectantly, eyes wide and pleading. Silently, they beg for you to agree to whatever she’s planning to say next.

“Can you be in charge of it again? Please, please, please?” she asks, so sweetly she might give herself a cavity.

Josie tugs on your arm to drive home her adolescent anguish when you aren’t instantly compliant.

Panic fizzles in your chest. There was no way she knew, right?

She couldn’t. No way. You were still a few years off from the dicey reveal. No one in her grade had spilled the beans yet, and the adults in her life were content to keep up the ruse.

Surely, she meant as the Elf’s supervisor or an assistant.

Wrong.

“Bernard looks so much cooler whenever Dad lets you set up his pranks instead of doing it himself. See? Look how lazy he was this time,” Josie explains while tugging you over to the scene of the crime. “All he did was spill my sprinkles all over the counter and set my Elf on top of the mess. Like, could it get any lamer than that? He’s probably all sticky now, and he’ll have to stay that way because he’d drown in the washing machine!” 

“No, I didn’t,” Erik says a little too quickly, tone noticeably defensive. “Bernard—who is perfectly fine and not sticky at all, for the record—must’ve been way too tired when he got back from visiting Santa last night to do anything else. He didn’t even bother making it hard for you to find him this morning. I’d do something “lame” too if I spent the entire night flying home from far, far away.”

Bernard wasn't the only member of their household who spent the night up in the inky sky; Erik had been in an entirely different country only four hours ago. And, instead of going straight to bed like his body urged him, he spent an hour arranging the stupid little Elf into what he thought was a fun scenario for his daughter to find the following morning.

Now, he wishes he had just left Bernard on the mantle.

He blames you. They wouldn’t be in this mess if you hadn’t introduced her to the concept. Fuck your quirky childhood tradition. All it'd caused were problems.

“I’m not a baby anymore. I know Bernard isn’t actually one of Santa’s elves!” Josie shouts, growing angry.

Reese mumbles something to the effect of “Could’ve fooled me…” under his breath, and Josie’s face pinches with frustration.

Like the miniature teenager she’s rapidly morphing into, the youngest Johnson massages the fold between her eyebrows. Then, her outburst matures into an accusation. “I know you’ve been hiding him this whole time.”

Erik balks at the allegation.

Irritated, she continues, “I’ve been sneaking down to watch you do it since I was, like, five years old. It's not my fault you aren't very observant. Or that your footsteps sound like an elephant’s. But I don’t care about that. I don't care that I know, but I do care how much effort you put into it.”

Josie clutches your hand in hers and smiles. She could get away with murder with the deep dimples indented on either side of her mouth —and she knows it, too.

She also knows flattery can get her wherever she wants. “Which is why I want you to take over again. You did such a good job while he was away. The goldfish in the paper pond was super cute, and you even made sure he was watching my favorite movie at the drive-in!" 

“Fine, you know what? You’re right,” Erik confesses, conceding to his eight-year-old with a toss of his hands. “And if it really matters that much, I’ll never touch the Elf again. Okay? I give up full control and responsibility.”

Josie positively beams. She always got her way eventually.

“So, how did you even figure it out, anyway?” Reese asks.

The question is garbled; he couldn’t wait until his mouth wasn’t full of Lucky Charms to make his inquiry.

“How could I not?” Josie retorts. Her facial expression is equal parts annoyance and ridicule. Reese’s eyes loop. His little sister clarifies with a huff, “Obviously, he isn’t a real elf, Reese. Santa needs all the help he can get to make sure everyone on the Nice List gets exactly what they asked for every year. Why would he send an actual elf, who should be building a bike or sewing a teddy bear, to spy on me for weeks?”

Fair point, you think to yourself.

“Wait a minute... If you knew he wasn’t real the entire time, why did you let us keep hiding him?” Erik asks, a quizzical dent in his forehead. 

Josie perks up, apparently thrilled to clue them in on the motivation behind her feigned ignorance. “Mrs. Thornton says even adults need a creative outlet because it makes them happier. Especially when they’re grouchy. Clearly, you’re the exception, Daddy.”

Reese honks, sending milk across the room from his nostrils.

Your sudden amusement is muffled by your free hand.

If it were humanly possible, there would be steam billowing from Erik’s crimson ears.

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Today We Honor Noble Sissle and Eubie Blake

They was one of the nation’s premier composers and bandleaders, particularly in the early days of American popular song and theater.

As the Dixie Duo, Noble Sissle and Eubie Blake were the first African American act to perform without darkening their faces with burnt cork in the style of blackface minstrelsy.

During their extensive tours they met Flournoy Miller and Aubrey Lyles, a veteran comedy and dance duo who had gotten their start in theatrics at the historically black Fisk University in Nashville. The two acts joined forces, expanding Miller and Lyles’s sketch “The Mayor of Dixie” (later called “The Mayor of Jimtown”) and adding songs by Sissle and Blake to create the musical Shuffle Along, a pioneer musical featuring Josephine Baker, Florence Mills, Caterina Jarboro, William Grant Still, and Hal Johnson.

The production also helped propel the Harlem Renaissance of the early 20th century.

CARTER™️ Magazine

[aarontaylorjohnscn]

YOU'RE INVITED TO JOSEPHINE SKRIVER AND AARON JOHNSON’S WEDDING!

When: April 13th, 2024 | 4pm  Where: The Four Seasons Resort | Cabo  Attire: Beach Formal Children: While we’d love to have your little ones join us in Cabo for the weekend, we respectfully request no children at our ceremony or reception Tagged: @josie-skriver @hollywoodfamerp

EVERYONE IS WELCOME & INVITED!