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LUCKY TATUM: gettothecorner.com/welcome/luckytatum

WELÇOME: HAND DRAWN GRAPHICS

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I have loved this woman for almost 13 years and I’m ready to give another 13

JADE THIRLWALL photographed by Joe Magowan

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A bit of JT1 (June 5, 2024)

[hellkustom]

More pics here:

http://www.hellkustom.com/2017/12/yamaha-jt1-1972-by-dave-miller-concepts.html

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KICKS: NEW JORDAN BRAND X #JAYSONTATUM 1 "SAINT LOUIS" #SNEAKER IMAGES

Jayson Tatum’s signature line of kicks with Jordan Brand ar really nice and the JT1 “Saint Louis” themed vibes will hit select retailers and online on April 15th. The retail price with these are set in at $120.00 dollars hit the like and subscribe button to stay locked in!!CC:SD X JORDAN BRAND TAGS: #STACKSANDKICKSLIFESTYLE #BLOG #BLOGGER #JORDANBRAND #JAYSONTATUM

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Look at this on eBay

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Not many great headphones at the sub-$100 price point. Is the new dynamic driver closed-back FiiO JT1 an exception? We find out in today's feature.

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[naomemories]

THROWBACK ✨

Level Test with Mr. JT.

[starmaniamania]

JT1, shared by 2022 Roger-Roger himself (Feb 15 2024)

[lucifermagne]

Even if an rp gets flagged, if you can’t reblog it anymore, just start a new post with the last reply, set it up, and go on your merry way. I mean, nothing’s really changed that much except a few flags here and there ; plus, any written sexually explicit content really isn’t getting touched.

Let’s go and have fun like normal. 

Your blogs aren’t getting deleted, your posts are able to be saved, and you’re going to be alright. Let tumblr do its thing and xkit/problem solving skills fix the issue like always.

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Sonic Ring Bond - Episode of Amnesia Island II 06

The following is a work of fan fiction by Joshua D. Tarwater and is in no way affiliated with or endorsed by SEGA SAMMY HOLDINGS.* *SEGA SAMMY HOLDINGS retains full rights over the Sonic the Hedgehog™ intellectual property and can terminate or take control of this work at any time.'

★Fate. The[JT1]  will of the gods.

Out there somewhere, the gods interfered with the world shaped by the Rings. Perhaps there was none more so invested in toying with it than the God of Rings. Sealed away, his little games, limited as they were, were his only chance to break free. And anywhere the Rings spun on their axes was a place he could try and reach out with his will. But what of Tempest? Was he subject to this divine will and just another pawn in his game, or did the hedgehog who deigned to forge his own path run to where fates were changed by the Rings as a force to free all from their destinies?

Sandaled feet splashing down flooded cobbled streets Long abandoned stores watching from under giant mushroom caps Mushrooms joining moss and lichen overgrowing all Lush green forest persisting yet River filled ravines hardly an obstacle. The sky so blue above Marred by speck of Darkness Framed by two-fifth Ring fragment and turning cogwheel The enormity of the Sky Ring Island forest fire reflected on its surface

“Her face!” Tempest laughed as he ran, leapt, and swung through the forest, smaller mushrooms acting like natural variations of the bumper springs that littered his path. Even the giant crabs and fire fleeing animals that filled the forest did little to distract him from his laughter. “She’s totally in love with him, but he’s obviously never told her. He’s all she remembers, and he never told her!”

It was a victory. Tempest’s confession of love and sworn dedication to Rosy was a victory. The blue light from his crystals shone brightly, flakes of more intense blue light swirling within. As joyous as he was though, his laughter waned, and a cautious smile took its place.

“I need to be careful though. I love her, so I can’t disrespect her and really shouldn’t say it again. At least not anytime soon. I’ll just need to show her my love through my actions, and awareness of her feelings. I hope she can calm down quickly enough so we can just talk like we usually do. That expression though…”

It was obvious Rosy would need a great deal of time to calm down to Tempest and he began laughing again. Partly at her expression of bewilderment, partly at his victory over Sonic, and partly at himself for making a future he could only understand by running straight at it. But it was not his future with Rosy that he currently ran towards, but rather an adventure she lacked the speed or means to keep up on. One he could not even take her with him on without mastering the desire of his arm to consume her. As the roaring flames of the forest fire swelled up around him that perhaps was a good thing.

“Are you satisfied, Projector?” a gruff older man’s voice cut through the roaring of the flames and Tempest slid to a stop, relying on a still moist mushroom cap for cover.

Peeking out, Tempest saw a portly man closer to a meter-and-a-half in height than two, but with a tall gray military hat that accounted for the difference. Dressed in a matching gray, tailed coat of obvious military wear, the human male was addressing a knight’s great helm held aloft on clockwork driven dragon fly wings with set of matching arms with gloved hands armed with a two-handed straight sword. On its underside a large six barreled turret muzzle with small flames burning at their tips swiveled about as though seeking their next target as the man continued to address it.

“You should be able to make your drones as needed now, no?” the man asked with obvious impatience behind his bushy mustache. The metal cuffs of his boots and sleeves were casting an orange light from the sunken band at their center and he was rubbing his forearm as though it was plagued with an unpleasant rash. “Here I thought we’d be leaving field work like this to Thorn. What was even the point of bringing the Hunter along?”

“You can calm yourself, General,” a calmer man’s voice spoke, but one that Tempest could not pinpoint the origin of. He shifted his focus to the flying helmet however as that was where the ‘General’ kept his attention as the voice continued. “Projecting an armor requires a Knetic Bond. Thorn lacks any Knetic ability and is useless in this case. Besides, what would we do if she encountered the Machine God rather than a disposable drone?”

“God…?” Tempest vocalized his confusion and clamped his left hand over his mouth as the helmet turned in his direction.

“A local?” the General asked.

“No actually,” the voice replied surprised. “Their readings are…”

“Really? Don’t tell me those fools of the Secretaries sent out a spy.”

Rubbing his forearm more vigorously, a flame appeared above the General’s upturned palm. “As the officer in charge of this deployment, I demand you show yourself, no matter what the fool Secretaries have told you.”

“No General, I advise caution in this matter,” the voice warned. “They have no matching data in the Spiral Archive, and there is an absence in their right side identical to the heart of the Sky Ring.”

“You just said two impossible things in a row. Projector.”

“I am aware, General. For now, it would be best to leave and allow the drones to observe them.”

“Fine by me, I don’t desire to waste my time here anyway. We can let the Hunter mop them up if they really are a problem. Let’s go, Projector.”

“Wait!” Tempest shouted the foolish request as he dashed out from under cover and slid into a position where he faced the General’s back.

“You’re either brave or a fool to issue orders to a Page General of the Empire. I suggest you identify yourself, boy, under order of Two-Star Page General, Pinn Bowlings.”

“Who,” Tempest managed to ask as his surprise at Bowlings lack of at his appearance stunned him.

“Who…? You’re a fool then if you think I’d believe that anyone doesn’t know the name of the Pyrokinetic with Green Eyes.”

“It… It must be my amnesia,” Tempest replied, his body tensing as his fight or flight response triggered in response to the potential danger he faced. “”I woke up here and don’t have any memories from before I did?”

“An experiment of the Emperor’s” Bowlings asked the flying helmet.

“If so, a discarded one. As such we can leave it. It won’t matter.”

“Then we’re leaving.”

“Wait!” Tempest demanded as Bowlings turned his back on him. A move that prompted Tempest to extend his arm to grab the General, only to have it met by the flying great helm.

“That was an unwise move, boy. Projector, kill him.”

“What!”

The barrels of the turret began to spin at Bowlings’ orders and Tempest found himself having to dodge a barrage of fireballs. It was not difficult, but it did anger him, marked by the shift of the light in his crystals from purple to red.

“Just what do you think you’re doing! You made up your minds about me without even giving me a chance to say anything, and then you try to kill me. No, that’s just plain wrong!”

As he dodged the flames, Tempest took the first opening he saw and lashed out with his right arm like a clawed whip.

“A waste of effort, boy,” Bowlings scoffed, but his eyes widened as Tempest’s crystal fingertips tore right through the flying helmet and rent it apart in an explosion of light, a small forest critter springing free as a result.

“What…?” Tempest asked trembling as he watched it flee.

“How did he…?” Bowlings asked in shock at the scene before him. “Projector, how did he destroy your projection! That should be impossible!”

“The answer to that must lie in his right arm, but I can only acknowledge its absence of any readings. It is as though it simply does not exist, nor the space it occupies.”

Tempest could care less about anything Bowlings or the voice that was unattached to the now gone helmet after all were saying. He was trembling as he watched the path that the now long-gone forest critter had fled down. “You trapped a harmless animal to make your machine…?”

“I suppose I better kill him myself then.” Bowlings stated and finally drew Tempest’s attention again. As he fell under the black hedgehog’s angry glare, the general issued his next order to the voice with which he conversed. “Support me, Projector.”

“Of course, General,” the voice acknowledged as a wide floating chair shaped as though carved from the rind of a melon appeared for Bowlings to sit in. “For the Empire.”

“For the Empire,” Bowlings snickered through a toothy grin as he repeated the mantra.

“You said your name was Pinn Bowlings?” Tempest asked as he clenched his fists. “Call me cheeky, but that reminds me of a game I’ve read about. One where a ball knocks all the pins over. Seeing as I’m a hedgehog, I’ll gladly play the role of the ball.”

Is it fate or is it a conflict of destiny that leads people into battle? Is young Tempest truly able to walk his own path when obvious pawns appear on it? Fate, whether one stands against it or for it, demands battle.★

EPISODE OF AMNESIA ISLAND II 06 - END

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Torrington Fun Size Facts #4

Let’s talk about William Torrington.

When researching John Torrington’s genealogy, I haven’t been able to go back further than his parents, William and Sarah, because it’s hard to verify anything from their early lives. Sarah had a very common maiden name, and there were just a few too many William Torringtons floating around at the same time to know which one is right. William has been particularly difficult to find anything on. When was he born? Where was he born? When did he die? Etc.

It would be easier to verify William’s info if I could find him in a census, but he somehow managed to avoid being in most of the censuses when he was alive. I’ve only found one census that might have him in it. I mentioned in my post Family Ties that I had found a census from 1861 for a William Torrington and his wife Mary. The Mary Torrington in the census fits with what I know of Torrington’s stepmother, but since I know so little about William, I couldn’t be sure if this was the right record. It doesn’t help that there was another William Torrington, married to another Mary, and who was father to another John (good ol’ JT1) who would have been around the same age. When I discussed this record in my previous post, I discussed it as only a potential match, with plenty of caveats.

Recently, however, I found a record that makes me think the 1861 census was for the right William. This new record is from the 1851 census—and it’s for the other William Torrington. Why would finding a record for the wrong guy help verify a record for the right one? Let’s take a look.

Ancestry transcribed the last name as Terrington, and I can see it as either Terrington or Torrington, but I’m pretty sure that this is JT1’s family. You have William, his wife Mary, and even John, who is the right age for JT1 and was born in Walsoken, Norfolk, which is where JT1 was baptized. So this almost certainly is the same John, and therefore these must be his parents.

In terms of age, the William Torrington (or Terrington) in this record would have been born in 1800 (or possibly 1799), which is the same year the William Torrington in the 1861 census was born, so that doesn’t help there. But this Mary is five years older, whereas the Mary in 1861 was only three years older. What really separates the Williams and Marys in these two censuses, however, is their birthplaces. Here in the 1851 census, William, Mary, and John were all born in Norfolk, albeit in different parishes within the county. But the Mary in the 1861 census was born in Ashton under Lyne, Lancashire, and the 1861 William was born in the county of Devonshire (which specific part of that county he was born in will be discussed in the next post). That means the families in these two censuses are completely different. Knowing that JT1’s parents were born in Norfolk eliminates them as potential candidates for the 1861 census. Since the Mary Torrington in 1861 matches the stats of the Franklin Expedition’s Torrington’s stepmother, this makes it even more likely that the 1861 census is for Torrington’s father. So I can say with much more certainty now that we do have one census record for the William Torrington.

But what does the 1861 census tell us about William Torrington? That’s for my next post

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