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Paintings from Buckingham Palace: part I

A retexture by La Comtesse Zouboff — Original Mesh by @thejim07

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First of all, I would like to thank you all for this amazing year! It's been a pleasure meeting you all and I'm beyond thankful for your support.

Spread among 13 occupied and historic royal residences in the United Kingdom, the collection is owned by King Charles III and overseen by the Royal Collection Trust. The British monarch owns some of the collection in right of the Crown and some as a private individual. It is made up of over one million objects, including 7,000 paintings, over 150,000 works on paper, this including 30,000 watercolours and drawings, and about 450,000 photographs, as well as around 700,000 works of art, including tapestries, furniture, ceramics, textiles, carriages, weapons, armour, jewellery, clocks, musical instruments, tableware, plants, manuscripts, books, and sculptures.

Some of the buildings which house the collection, such as Hampton Court Palace, are open to the public and not lived in by the Royal Family, whilst others, such as Windsor Castle, Kensington Palace and the most remarkable of them, Buckingham Palace are both residences and open to the public.

About 3,000 objects are on loan to museums throughout the world, and many others are lent on a temporary basis to exhibitions.

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This first part includes the paintings displayed in the White Drawing Room, the Green Drawing Room, the Silk Tapestry Room, the Guard Chamber, the Grand Staircase, the State Dining Room, the Queen's Audience Room and the Blue Drawing Room,

This set contains 37 paintings and tapestries with the original frame swatches, fully recolourable. They are:

White Drawing Room (WDR):

Portrait of François Salignan de la Mothe-Fénelon, Archbishop of Cambrai (Joseph Vivien)

Portrait of a Lady (Sir Peter Lely)

Portrait of a Man in Armour with a red scarf (Anthony van Dyck)

Portrait of Alexandra of Denmark, Queen Consort of the United Kingdom and Empress of India (François Flameng)

Green Drawing Room (GDR):

Portrait of Prince James Stuart, Duke of Cambridge (John Michael Wright)

Portrait of Frederick Henry, Charles Louis and Elizabeth: Children of Frederick V and Elizabeth of Bohemia (unknown)

Portrait of Infanta Isabel Clara Eugenia of Autria and her Sister, Infanta Catalina Micaela of Austria (Alonso Sanchez Coello)

Portrait of Princess Louisa and Princess Caroline of the United Kingdom (Francis Cotes)

Portrait of Queen Charlotte with her Two Eldest Sons, Frederick, Later Duke of York and Prince George of Wales (Allan Ramsay)

Portrait of Richard Colley Wellesley, Marquess of Wellesley (Martin Archer Shee)

Portrait of the Three Youngest Daughters of George III, Princesses Mary, Amelia and Sophia (John Singleton Copley)

Silk Tapestry Room (STR):

Portrait of Caroline of Brunswick, Princess of Wales, Playing the Harp with Princess Charlotte (Sir Thomas Lawrence)

Portrait of Augusta, Duchess of Brunswick With her Son, Charles George Augustus (Angelica Kauffmann)

Guard Chamber (GC):

Les Portières des Dieux: Bacchus (Manufacture Royale des Gobelins)

Les Portières des Dieux: Venus (Manufacture Royale des Gobelins)

Les Portières des Dieux (Manufacture Royale des Gobelins)

Grand Staircarse (GS):

Portrait of Adelaide of Saxe-Meiningen, Queen Consort of Great Britain (Martin Archer Shee)

Portrait of Augustus, Duke of Sussex (Sir David Wilkie)

Portrait of Edward, Duke of Kent (George Dawe)

Portrait of King George III of Great Britain (Sir William Beechey)

Portrait of King William IV of Great Britain when Duke of Clarence (Sir Thomas Lawrence)

Portrait of Leopold I, King of the Belgians (William Corden the Younger)

Portrait of Prince George of Cumberland, Later King George V of Hanover When a Boy (Sir Thomas Lawrence)

Portrait of Princess Charlotte Augusta of Wales (George Dawe)

Portrait of Queen Charlotte at Frogmore House (Sir William Beechey)

Portrait of Victoria of Saxe-Coburg-Saafeld, Duchess of Kent (Sir George Hayter)

State Dining Room (SDR):

Portrait of Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, Queen Consort of the United Kingdom in Coronation Robes (Allan Ramsay)

Portrait of King George III of the United Kingdom in Coronation Robes (Allan Ramsay)

Portrait of Augusta of Saxe-Gotha, Princess of Wales (Jean-Baptiste Van Loo)

Portrait of Caroline of Ansbach when Princess of Wales (Sir Godfrey Kneller)

Portrait of Frederick, Princes of Wales (Jean-Baptiste Van Loo)

Portrait of King George II of Great Britain (John Shackleton)

Portrait of King George IV of the United Kingdom in Garther Robes (Sir Thomas Lawrence)

Queen's Audience Room (QAR):

Portrait of Anne, Duchess of Cumberland and Strathearn (née Anne Luttrel) in Peeress Robes (Sir Thomas Gainsborough)

Portrait of Prince Henry, Duke of Cumberland and Strathearn in Peer Robes (Sir Thomas Gainsborough)

London: The Thames from Somerset House Terrace towards the City (Giovanni Antonio Canal "Canaletto")

View of Piazza San Marco Looking East Towards the Basilica and the Campanile (Giovanni Antonio Canal "Canaletto")

Blue Drawing Room (BDR)

Portrait of King George V in Coronation Robes (Sir Samuel Luke Fildes)

Portrait of Queen Mary of Teck in Coronation Robes (Sir William Samuel Henry Llewellyn)

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Found under decor > paintings for:

500§ (WDR: 1,2 & 3)

1850§ (GDR: 1)

1960§ (GDR: 2 & 3 |QAR 3 & 4)

3040§ (STR, 1 |GC: 1 & 2|SDR: 1 & 2)

3050§ (GC:1 |GS: all 10|WDR: 4 |SDR: 3,4,5 & 6)

3560§ (QAR: 1 & 2|STR: 2)

3900§ (SDR: 7| BDR: 1 & 2|GDR: 4,5,6 & 7)

Retextured from:

"Saint Mary Magdalene" (WDR: 1,2 & 3) found here .

"The virgin of the Rosary" (GDR: 1) found here .

"The Four Cardinal Virtues" (GDR: 2&3|QAR 3 & 4) found here.

"Mariana of Austria in Prayer" (STR, 1, GC: 1 & 2|SDR: 1 & 2) found here.

"Portrait of Philip IV with a lion at his feet" (GC:1 |GS: all 10|WDR: 4 |SDR: 3,4,5 & 6) found here

"Length Portrait of Mrs.D" (QAR: 1 & 2|STR: 2) found here

"Portrait of Maria Theresa of Austria and her Son, le Grand Dauphin" (SDR: 7| BDR: 1 & 2|GDR: 4,5,6 & 7) found here

(you can just search for "Buckingham Palace" using the catalog search mod to find the entire set much easier!)

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[lonestarflight]

Boeing B-17G Flying Fortress (43-38673) in the mud after the right landing gear collapsed during a landing accident at Erding, Germany

Date: July 28, 1945

history on this bomber: "Accepted by USAAF August 31, 1944. United Air Lines, Modification Center #10, Cheyenne Municipal Airport, WY August 31, 1944. 302nd Base Unit (Staging Wing), Hunter Field, Savannah, GA September 5, 1944. 1377th Base Unit (North Atlantic Wing, Air Transport Command), Grenier Field (Station 16), Manchester, NH Sep 15, 1944. 545th Bomb Squadron [JD*L], 384th Bomb Group, Grafton Underwood (Station 106), Northamptonshire 0ctober 28, 1944. {first combat mission October 30, 1944). (63 missions). Converted for trooping, stripped of all armament and turrets, capable of carrying thirty passengers on benches installed in the waist and bomb bay. 384th Bomb Group, Istres (Station 195), Marseille, France. Participated in the Green Project which was the USAAF solution to expedite the return of troops to USA (code #54). It called for the round-the-clock airlift of troops from Istres, France, to Casablanca, French Morocco, the initial leg of their journey home. From Casablanca, Air Transport Command's aircraft completed the journey and flew the troops to the United States. A secondary task of the Green Project included flying French citizens who had been in exile during the war on the return leg from NAS Port Lyautey, French Morocco to Istres. The Green Project operated from June 15, 1945 to September 10, 1945. Landing accident at Erding (R-91), Germany July 28, 1945. The right landing gear collapsed and ground looped into the mud. Salvaged 0ctober 4, 1945"

- information from American Air Museum in Britain: UPL 60868

[adiprose-abernath]

The Living Exhibit

A nightguard working part time at the Adiprose Museum of History and Science gets a little more than he bargained for when the exhibitor becomes the exhibit

Cw: Male weight gain, immobility, force feeding, unwilling weight gain

Jason headed into his new job, whistling a short tune. It's about 9pm and most to everyone in the facility is gone. He took this as a part time job but he enjoys the new exhibits that come and go. Art pieces and statues, old bones and experiments, histories and mysteries unfolded for the public to see. This museum recently got an addition from a new anonymous benefactor and it would be presented to the public tomorrow.

He slides in his keys and lets out a sigh. He walks to his desk, coffee in hand and proceeds to login. Checking the cameras, he clocks in and proceeds his evening shift. He flips through the different wings: dinosaurs, paleolithic, ancient civilizations like Greece and Rome, and more modern ones of America and Britain. He finally gets to the last camera which was installed today over the new exhibit. It's a gigantic rectangular cube covered in a sheer sheet that the shitty camera can barely display. It appears to be at least 20 feet tall. Curious and with nothing better to do, he heads to the exhibit.

It isn't far, just in the left wing, and he makes it to the chamber. Seeing it in person it dwarfs him. He takes out a little remote from his pocket and clicks it twice, knowing that the camera will be down for its scheduled maintenance so he could get a look at this device. Pulling at the sheet, it comes undone and is revealed in full form.

It is a strange device, with nozzles and buttons galore. Different tubes are filled with multicolored liquids that seem to bubble and churn within a myriad of vats. This all culminates to a singular hose that extends out of the front of the device and a keypad. Emblazoned on the side it says "The Tru-Feed Machine: Prototype 1." Supposedly, according to research, Ipidlay Industries was developing a new machine that was to revolutionize the way they handled world hunger. Why worry about getting the exact ingredients when you could simulate the taste with the appropriate amount of calories. Unfortunately for Jason, what he didn't know was this specific machine was only a prototype which had some...setbacks.

Knowing about its ability to produce any kind of food one could want, he decides to test out the machine a bit and ask it for a mocha latte with marshmallows. He then plinks that into the keyboard and hits the enter key. The machine whirrs to life, beeping and booping, its nozzles and containers mixing and churning and screeching, slowly but surely producing a slurry into the central nozzle. Little by little, it spins and swirls, til a small cup is produced and the nozzle dispenses the concoction in a small sampler for him. Jason takes a sip and, while it certainly was not the exact consistency that he was used to, this was the best mocha he'd ever had. In fact, the one he'd had only a minute before paled in comparison to the one he'd gotten. Hell, he'd never have to bring food here ever again! Of course, it was set to sampler mode so he'd need to adjust it a tiny bit but that could be remedied.

Jason went to the back of the machine and found the sampler module and ripped it out. With a spark, the machine died, but only for a moment. As it came back on, Jason cracked his fingers and prepared an order list. Then, grabbing his bag, he dumped out the food he'd had and input the device the exact same food he'd had. This would be a cinche.

Except that was not what happened. Instead of the nozzle producing a cup, the machine began to whirr and whistle and churn and chortle til it began to shoot a gloopish stream all over the floor. Panicked at the discovery of such a mess, Jason did the only think that he could think to do and placed his mouth on the nozzle.

It was cold and metallic but not altogether unpleasant as streams of marinara and meat sauce and pasta went down his throat. Feeling himself full, he prepared to detach his face from the device before two twin clamps distended from the sides of the machine and clamped onto his hands. Attempting to scream, he tried to yank off the device to no avail watching the screen in front of him, assuming its nutritional mode, attempt to feed like it would an entire African village. Of course, this wasn't the only thing notable of the experience.

His shirt was feeling tightened, the buttons visibly straining against the belly that was blimping beneath it. It wasn't but a second later before he heard a clatter of plastic on the floor, followed by three and four. He was fit prior, with a beautifully sculpted Italian abs akin to the statues they'd taken from Rome. But now, those same abs became hairy flesh that sluggishly popped buttons as dozens upon dozens of calories were pumped inside.

He began to tear up ever so slightly. How the hell was he gonna get a guy now? But those thoughts were pushed away as he felt his belt begin to undo itself, willed by the bloating behemoth of a beach ball belly that was budging against it. With a massive crash, it fell apart clattering to the floor, followed by his pants soon after. Without shirt or pants in the way, he swelled further and further, the perky pecs replaced with plumply pillows. He was red in the face, both from embarrassment, and also from the feeling in his stretching underwear which was being made ever tighter by a feeling in them. Was he...starting to enjoy this?

It didn't take long before the underpants went too. It was around midnight when this occurred and he felt his belly descend and begin to send his center of balance off. He stumbled a bit before collapsing on his ballooning buttocks, fully giving into the great gains. At nearly 4 times the size he began, he used his arms to caress the furry flesh his form was becoming. Soon enough, he could feel himself pass nearly a thousand pounds. It didn't matter though, because in that moment he could feel years of sexual repression go, a blast of white in the underside of his monumental mound. Aroused and truly engulfed in fat, he gave in and found himself drift gently asleep.

The following day came and rather than be shocked or appalled, the museum staff saw an opportunity and made Jason the living lard: a statue made in the gluttony of mankind's greed. You can visit him now and for a bit of extra fun, plug in a couple more meals into his feeding computer. I'm certain he won't mind

[moonwatchuniverse]

250 years military maritime sea clocks 2023 marks the 330th anniversary of John Harrison's birth but also the 250th anniversary since the last bit of Longitude Prize money was awarded by British parliament. In 1773, 80 years old English clock maker John Harrsion was awarded the final amount of Prize money for his " seawatch n° 1 " H4 clock which solved the Longitude problem. Harrison had been working half a century to perfect his watches . Note the great details in these paintings, with Harrison holding John Jefferys watch and his own H4 clock on the table besides him. As Great Britain asserted its position with France and had to avoid these precious time keepers could be caught by Spanish or Dutch navy ships, copies of Harrison H4 were sent on sea trials. A time of sextants and clocks, while today's rise of technology has isolated us from the natural World, unfortunately much to our detriment. (National Maritime Museum - Greenwich GB)

[omelloh]

thoughts on the natural history museum, london, great britain

it is human nature to create. as we progress, we have shaped our creation in accordance with two goals. life and perfection. we create that which represents what we see and what we know. how different is a clock from the eternal ticking of celestial bodies, and in what ways could a computer, or even an ai model be different than a human brain, substituting neurons and gila for cables and pins. ill key you in, there is none. and we create that which has no flaws, is the most efficient, and no defects. we are constantly working to minimize the resources of production {a process different from creation mind you} and maximize the output of every process. this is what we deem as perfection. for long, these two goals were able to exist in tandem, with invention aligning itself closer with the nature of the universe all the while becoming closer to perfection. but we have reached a point wherein our creation cannot accurately align with both sets of values. the natural existence of our universe, and one of the only two laws that remains true throughout this existence, is entropy. the natural order is innate disorder. we have reached a point in creation where if we shift our work to resemble the universe any further, it will be plunged into entropy. conversely, we have created that which is as close to our ideas of perfection as is possible for something that resembles what can be found in the cosmos. should we go any further in our desire for peak perfection, perfect efficiency, should it no longer resemble familiarity? this is where the question arises. which do we value more? creation that aligns with what we are familiar with, what surrounds us, at the risk of destruction of efficiency? or creation that promotes efficiency above all else, even if it becomes an unknown to its own creators? are we willing to sacrifice our place of birth, our heritage, and existence, for perfection? the question is known, but the answer can never be predicted until it has been decided. it will only be after we have chosen an answer will we know.

[engineer-gunzelpunk]

Visiting the ARHS has got me moody

First, a link to Under The Clocks, a part two to the article I posted previous.

I visited the Australian Railway Historical Society Museum at Newport a few days ago.

The experience was beautiful and sad at the same time... , most of this is written in this spirit. I understand that a lot of the problems I am outlining are called 'wicked problems', in which there are no easy solutions and some... have no viable solution at all.

Beautiful because you can actually approach, see and touch the static locomotives. A lot of places you can’t, but here you can. Climb aboard some and put a hand on the regulator and imagine how it might have been to unleash that hideous strength on the rails. Appreciate how big they really are up close. Even the tank engines are huge, and some of them are positively titanic.

(I sat in Heavy Harry's cab, he is a true behemoth. I can only imagine the titanic presence the greater American articulated locomotives like Big Boy and Challenger...).

Sad because you can see that however much the vollies love the locos and what they do, they can only do so very much. They rely upon the public to visit them and are only open on Saturdays. It is all volunteer run, and on a shoestring budget.

How much of a difference between this and the enthusiast culture in Britain, which has more people generally to support it and perhaps more of the kind of eccentric wealthy people that are willing to tip in some loose change to help Flying Scotsman (Oz's rich list is to be seen to be believed, positively pig-shit thick and grasping individuals).

Meanwhile, the only loco in Oz that has even a skerrick of this much attention devoted to it is NSWGR C-38 Pacific 3801, and she had a lot of problems in preservation as well (the case of the ill-fitting German boiler...).

Meanwhile, Australia's largest locomotive, the sole existing 3-cylinder Pocono in existence, VR H-Class Pocono H220 "Heavy Harry", whom I banged on about heaps before, ... gets a roof over his smokebox. After so many years exposed to the elements.

And the AHRS were asking for donations to build a roof extension to cover VR C-class Consolidation C10 and others. They do get government assistance but they could always need more.

Its a frequent argument in gunzel circles whether it is worth it to restore Heavy Harry to operating condition, I'm of the camp that it is difficult and borderline impossible without a shit load of money, and he cannot run anyway due to lack of suitable turntables, lack of will and poor track. I say this in deep sadness, for there is nothing that can be done. (He needed a new boiler when he was mothballed, good luck finding someone now who will part with a boiler for a 4-8-4...).

Other than that, the vollies do the work themselves to preserve, paint and care for the locos.

I don’t know what I am sad about specifically, probably because the rail museum feels like a last ultimate stop for a lot of the locos and rolling stock there; but if any internationals on my followers list ever come to Melbourne. Or indeed any Melbourne dwellers; please visit the Newport Railway Museum, it will be worth your while.

[roomchailimited]

London’s Legacy: A Traveler’s Journey Through England’s Iconic Landmarks

London, a city where the past and present coexist in a seamless blend of history, culture, and modernity, has always captivated travelers with its timeless charm. As I set foot in this iconic metropolis, I knew I was about to embark on a journey through some of the most recognizable landmarks in the world, each with its own story to tell.

Day 1: The Majesty of Westminster

My journey began at Westminster, the heart of London’s political and royal heritage. The sight of Big Ben towering over the Thames left me in awe. Though I had seen it countless times in photographs, nothing compared to witnessing the grandeur of this iconic clock tower in person. Across the street stood the Palace of Westminster, home to the British Parliament, its Gothic architecture a striking reminder of the nation’s storied political past.

Walking further, I arrived at Westminster Abbey, a masterpiece of medieval architecture. As I stepped inside, I was transported through centuries of royal history, with kings and queens having been crowned, married, and buried within its hallowed walls. The sense of tradition and ceremony is palpable here, making it one of the most profound experiences of my visit.

Day 2: Royal Splendor and Urban Elegance

No trip to London is complete without visiting Buckingham Palace, the official residence of the British monarch. I joined the crowd gathered for the Changing of the Guard ceremony, a spectacle of British pomp and pageantry. The rhythmic march of the guards, clad in their red uniforms and bearskin hats, was a true embodiment of London’s regal spirit.

From Buckingham Palace, I ventured to Hyde Park, one of London’s largest and most beloved green spaces. Walking through its peaceful gardens, I paused by the Serpentine Lake to enjoy the tranquility. It’s hard to believe that amidst the city’s hustle and bustle, a serene oasis like Hyde Park exists.

Later, I visited Kensington Palace, the former residence of Princess Diana. The palace’s exhibitions gave me insight into the lives of Britain’s royal family, and strolling through its beautiful gardens felt like stepping into another era.

Day 3: Exploring London’s Historic Streets

On my third day, I took a journey back in time as I explored the Tower of London. This historic fortress has served as a royal palace, prison, and even a zoo. Standing in front of the White Tower, I imagined the turbulent events that unfolded here—executions, imprisonments, and the safeguarding of the Crown Jewels. Seeing the dazzling jewels firsthand, especially the infamous Koh-i-Noor diamond, was a surreal experience.

Next, I made my way to Tower Bridge, one of the most recognizable bridges in the world. The view from the glass walkway, suspended high above the Thames, was breathtaking. Looking down at the river flowing beneath me, I marveled at how this bridge has connected Londoners for over a century.

In the afternoon, I visited St. Paul’s Cathedral, an architectural masterpiece by Sir Christopher Wren. Climbing to the top of the dome was no small feat, but the panoramic view of London’s skyline from the Golden Gallery was worth every step. As I stood there, taking in the sight of modern skyscrapers blending with historic structures, I understood why London is often described as a city of contrasts.

Day 4: The Cultural Heart of London

I dedicated my final day to exploring London’s vibrant cultural scene. My first stop was the British Museum, home to countless artifacts from ancient civilizations. Walking through the Rosetta Stone exhibit and marveling at the Elgin Marbles, I realized how London has become a repository of world history and culture.

Later, I wandered through the streets of Covent Garden, a lively district filled with street performers, boutiques, and restaurants. The energy of the place was contagious, and I found myself spending hours just soaking in the atmosphere.

In the evening, I headed to Piccadilly Circus, with its neon signs and bustling crowds, before capping off my night in the West End. Watching a live performance in one of London’s renowned theaters was the perfect way to conclude my journey through this dynamic city.

Conclusion: London’s Legacy with Roomchai Limited

London is a city that offers something for every traveler, whether you’re drawn by its royal heritage, historic landmarks, or vibrant cultural scene. Navigating such a vast and storied city requires careful planning, and I was glad to have Roomchai Limited assisting me throughout the trip. Their expertise in crafting a well-rounded itinerary allowed me to experience London’s most iconic sites while uncovering its hidden gems.

While other agencies like Obokash and ShareTrip offer packages to explore London, Roomchai’s personalized approach made my journey truly special. With their attention to detail and deep knowledge of the city, they ensured that I experienced London’s rich legacy in a way that felt both seamless and unforgettable.

[bellaw4lker]

Cabinet War Rooms: London, UK

During World War II, a network of basement offices in Whitehall served as the hub of Britain’s wartime operations. Known as the Cabinet War Rooms, this underground complex was used by key government officials, military leaders, and Prime Minister Winston Churchill. In the aftermath of World War I, military planners anticipated up to 200,000 casualties from bombings in the first week of a future conflict. Plans for evacuating the Prime Minister, cabinet, and essential staff from London were developed as early as the 1920s. However, concerns about Londoners feeling abandoned and the logistical challenges of evacuation led to the search for an emergency shelter in central London. In June 1938, the New Public Offices building was chosen due to its proximity to Parliament, its robust steel framework, and its expansive basement. This basement, equipped with boards that humorously indicated the weather during air raids, was reinforced with a concrete slab up to three meters thick by December 1940. Despite this, the building was vulnerable to any bomb larger than 500 pounds (227 kg). The best protection was the site’s secrecy. Adaptations were made to the basement to provide meeting spaces for the War Cabinet during air raids and to house a military information center centered around a ‘Map Room’. This room collected crucial information for King George VI, Prime Minister Churchill, and the armed forces. The Cabinet War Rooms became fully operational on August 27, 1939, just before Britain declared war on Germany. Churchill’s War Cabinet met here 115 times, particularly during the Blitz and the subsequent German V-weapon attacks. The rooms operated around the clock until August 16, 1945, when the Map Room’s lights were turned off for the first time in six years. The rooms were opened to the public by IWM in 1984 and remain open for visitors today.

“A Short History of the Cabinet War Rooms.” Imperial War Museums, n.d. https://www.iwm.org.uk/history/a-short-history-of-the-cabinet-war-rooms. 

“Churchill War Rooms.” International Churchill Society, July 30, 2021. https://winstonchurchill.org/visit/churchill-war-rooms/.

[bellafox2144]

Bristol Temple Meads: Where Iron Horses Meet History

Temple Meads in Bristol is more than just a railway station. It is a gateway to the city, a witness to history, and a place where the iron horses of the past meet the sleek trains of the present. From its grand Victorian beginnings to its modern-day buzz, Temple Meads has been a vital part of Bristol's fabric for over 170 years.

A Victorian Masterpiece

In 1840, Isambard Kingdom Brunel, the engineering genius behind the Great Western Railway, set his sights on Bristol. He envisioned a grand station that would be the western terminus of his revolutionary line. The result was Temple Meads, a magnificent Gothic Revival structure with soaring arches, stained glass windows, and a clock tower that dominated the Bristol skyline.

Brunel's vision wasn't just about aesthetics. He designed the station to be functional and efficient, with separate arrival and departure platforms, spacious waiting rooms, and even a hotel for weary travelers. Temple Meads quickly became a symbol of Bristol's prosperity and its role as a major center of trade and industry.

A Witness to Change

Throughout its history, Temple Meads has been a silent observer of countless historical events. From the arrival of the first locomotive in 1841 to the departure of troops during World War I and II, the station has echoed with the footsteps of soldiers, politicians, and ordinary people on their journeys.

In the 1960s, the station fell into decline as passenger numbers dwindled. The Beeching Axe, a program of railway closures, threatened to close Temple Meads altogether. However, a strong campaign by local residents saved the station, and in the 1980s, it began to experience a revival. Visitors can explore its rich heritage and even plan their journeys with Bristol Temple Meads tickets, connecting with the history that unfolded within its walls.

A Modern Hub

Today, Temple Meads is a bustling hub of activity. With over 17 million passengers passing through its doors each year, it is the busiest station in the southwest of England. The station has been extensively modernized, with new platforms, shops, and restaurants. However, it has also retained its Victorian charm, with the original Brunel building still standing proud in the heart of the station.

Temple Meads is more than just a place to catch a train. It is a meeting place, a cultural center, and a reminder of Bristol's rich history. From Brunel's daring vision to the modern-day bustle, Temple Meads continues to be a vital part of the city's life.

Beyond the Station

The area around Temple Meads is also worth exploring. The Brunel Way, a scenic walking and cycling path, follows the route of the Great Western Railway from Temple Meads to Bristol Docks. The path takes you past historic landmarks such as the SS Great Britain, the world's first passenger steamship, and the Bristol Guildhall, a medieval merchant's hall.

If you're looking for something to eat, there are plenty of cafes, pubs, and restaurants in the area. The nearby St George's Market is a great place to sample local produce and crafts. And if you're interested in art and culture, the Bristol Museum & Art Gallery and the Arnolfini arts center are both within walking distance. Additionally, for savvy travelers, exploring the option of split train tickets might be a useful tip to save on transportation costs in this vibrant city.

Here are some additional things to see and do around Temple Meads:

Visit the Bristol Museum & Art Gallery, which houses a collection of art and archaeology from around the world.

Take a walk along the Brunel Way, which follows the route of the Great Western Railway.

See a show at the Arnolfini arts center, which hosts a variety of performances and exhibitions.

Explore the Bristol Docks, which were once one of the busiest ports in the world.

Take a boat trip on the River Avon, which flows through the heart of Bristol.

Whether you're interested in history, culture, or simply looking for a great place to spend a day, Bristol Temple Meads is a great place to start. So next time you're in Bristol, be sure to make time to visit this iconic station and explore the surrounding area.

[yesthatssadirichardslove]

Swiftonomics and Beyonce bump: How stars power economies

PARIS

Three years after the pandemic wiped out the live music scene, fans are flocking again to see their favourite stars on stage, with Taylor Swift and Beyonce raking it in with tours that are giving local economies a boost.

Big-spending Swifties

Swiftmania is at an all-time high, and it is leaping from the stadium to the cinema, where a film on Swift's Eras tour out Friday in over 100 countries worldwide has already clocked up more than $100 million in ticket pre-sales.

The tour itself, which finishes in December 2024, is poised to become the first tour to make $1 billion.

According to Maria Psyllou, an economist at Britain's Birmingham University who has written about the trickle-down effect of Swift's tour, the six concerts in Los Angeles added $320 million to that county's GDP.

"A big phenomenon," was how New York Federal Reserve President John Williams described the Taylor Swift effect last month.

Queen B stings

The war in Ukraine is usually cited as a key factor for the cost-of-living crisis in Europe but in Sweden, the party held up as responsible for higher-than-expected inflation in May was none other than Beyonce.

Consumer prices rose by a higher-than-expected 9.7 percent in May year-on-year, with increased costs of certain goods and services, such as clothing and hotel visits, offsetting a decrease in electricity and food prices.

Michael Grahn, chief economist for Sweden at Danske Bank, said Beyonce's first two dates on her first solo tour in seven years were probably to blame.

Tens of thousands of fans flocked to Stockholm for the gigs, adding between 0.2 and 0.3 percentage points to the inflation caused by hotel and restaurant prices, according to Grahn.

K-pop fever

In its decade-long existence, K-pop boy band BTS -- on pause as several members do their compulsory military service -- has added billions of dollars to the South Korean economy.

The Hyundai Research Institute in 2018 estimated that the first entirely South Korean group to top the US and UK charts brought its country more than $3.6 billion in annual economic benefits.

In 2022, the Korea Institute of Culture and Tourism estimated each BTS concert made 1.22 trillion won (more than $900 million).

Beatles nostalgia forever

More than a half century after The Beatles broke up, Liverpool, the birthplace of its four band members, continues to attract nostalgic fans.

Beatles-themed museums, restaurants, souvenir shops and tours of key sites in their journey as a band, including the Cavern Club, where they started out, and the storied Penny Lane all contribute to Fab Four tourism estimated at 120 million pounds annually (nearly $150 million), according to the city's council.

Liverpool is not alone in the pop nostalgia market.

Memphis in Tennessee, home to Elvis Presley's former property Graceland, is another key site of pilgrimage for fans, while Jamaica is an essential destination for Bob Marley lovers.

[taxiservicechaurffeur]

Discovering Hidden Gems of London: A Private Tour London

A Private Tour London is a fantastic way to explore the hidden gems of London. You can make it a great day out with fellow travellers and also with a unique personalized experience. It includes food tastings, stunning views, and sightseeing options. You can walk, explore and discover the Iconic Landmarks of London. It offers you an opportunity to learn about each of the sights in London and discover what makes them unique. The list started From the Tower of London and Westminster Abbey to Camden Market and Shakespeare Globe Theatre. This Private Tour London offers an exciting insight into this fascinating city's diverse people, history, and culture.

Some Iconic Landmarks of London :

1. The Tower of London:

It is a historic and popular landmark in London. The tower was originallybuilt as a royal fortress in the 1070s by William the Conqueror. This tower provided security from people and also from potential invaders who were ready to destroy the kingdom. Located on the River Thames near the London Bridge, it is the perfect place for discovering the history of this city.

2. Buckingham Palace:

Buckingham Palace is the royal residence of the British queen. The place is a favourite among visitors to London. It was built in 1703 by John Nash and William Winde. Located in the Westminster borough, this palace includes magnificent State rooms and a royal collection of paintings, sculptures, and furniture. It symbolized the power, wealth, and the royal family of Britain.

3. Westminster Abbey:

Westminster Abbey is a religious building that serves as a coronation church and royal wedding venue. It has been essential in promoting art and music during different periods. The abbey is a popular tourist attraction in London where you can explore its rich history and peruse its stunning architecture.

4. St. Paul's Cathedral :

St Paul's Cathedral is one of the famous tourist attractions in London. It is an Anglican cathedral, the main church in London, where the Bishop of London resides. The dome is stunning and has a height of 366 feet in the Tower of the North. It is known for its grandeur and also for its unique architectural design.

5. Big Ben :

Big Ben is the name of the highest clock tower in the Palace of Westminster in London. It is also known as Elizabeth Tower. It is popular for its accuracy and its huge bell. It is the main attraction in London. It is one of the tallest free-standing clock towers in the world, with a height of 316 feet.

6. The British Museum :

The British Museum is famous in the United Kingdom. It has one of the world's largest collections of historical artefacts and cultures. It is located in the Bloomsbury area and covers approximately 990,000 sq feet. It has the largest artefacts, manuscripts, specimens, and ancient Egyptian and Roman art.

Final Thoughts

London is the most stylish and cosmopolitan city in the world. Private Tour London walking tours offer an exciting insight into this fascinating city's diverse people, history, and culture. The stunning place is a hub for various activities and sights.

With everything from stunning views and iconic landmarks to excellent food sampling, the place is one of the best ways to see the top sights of this city. It will give you a creative experience you can cherish for a long time.

[breaniebree]

SNEAK PEEK

I had fun creating the Australian ministry. We'll see more of it. Thanks to @bellmel for helping me with my Australian and in creating the Australian magical world I mention. :D

SNEAK PEEK Chapter 354 -- The One With the Search for the Rellies

They ate a quick breakfast before Apparating to the Australian ministry just before nine AM.  The COMA was located in the Customs House at 45 Alfred Street.  The Customs Service itself had relocated almost a decade before and was now used as both a museum and a tourist attraction.  The COMA was located on the third floor through the back of the huge clock at the front of the building.  It required a tap of the wand on the numbers 2-8-7 before the back of the clock shimmered, allowing them stepping through into a mirrored world.

Ron had to admit, it was pretty spectacular.  The COMA was an exact replica of the Customs House, but a mirrored image.  Glass lifts moved through the centre of the building, taking people from department to department and charmed lights lit up the passages in different colours.  It was beautiful.

They walked on towards the service desk to get directions to the Department of Muggle Liaisons to meet with an Agent Cook.  When they arrived in his department, he gestured for them to have a seat across from his desk as he tapped his fingers in front of him.  He had on khaki coloured robes over black trousers with a khaki shirt and black tie and he wore a slouch hat on top of his flyaway blond hair.  He had a full beard in dark blond and grey and the crest on his robes was two boomerangs crossed together with a flaming torch surrounded by stars.  

“G’day.  I’m Agent Brendan Cook.  What can I do ya for?”

“Good morning, Agent Cook.  I’m Hermione Granger and this is my boyfriend, Ron Weasley.  We are looking for two Muggles who would have moved here around this time last year.  I’m their daughter, but they're going under the names of Monica and Wendall Wilkins.”

“Why’s that?”

“They had their memories altered,” Hermione admitted.  “We’re from England and well, I was worried that they would be targets in the war, having a Muggleborn daughter.”

Cook’s eyes softened a moment as he leaned back in his chair.  “I reckon that’s true.  Crikey, you wiped their memories?”

Hermione nodded, biting her bottom lip.  “I did.”

“That’s a felony, Miss Granger.”

“I was aware of the risks when I did so,” Hermione told him, her chin held high.  “I have a letter here from the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement from the Ministry of Magic in Britain, Kingsley Shacklebolt.  He assisted me in making sure that they were kept safe in a… witness protection program sort of thing.”

“Honestly?”  Cook asked, taking the letter.  He read it over a moment before he blew out a slow breath.  “Good on ya.  This all looks in order.  All right, let’s see what I can do about finding your rellies.  Do you know where they settled?”

“I know that they arrived in Sydney.  They’re dentists,” Hermione told him.  “I don’t think that they would be practicing here, though.  Part of the witness protection was to put them on a sabbatical.”

He nodded as he tapped his fingers on the desk again.  “I have a mate with the local coppers.  I’ll have a chat with them and we’ll try to locate them.  Got any pictures?”

Hermione handed him the photo that she had of them and he nodded. 

“No worries, Miss Granger, we’ll find your rellies.  Will you two be hanging around a bit?”

“Yes.  We can wait here.”

Cook nodded and tilted the brim of his hat down before he promised to be back in a bit.  

Ron turned to look at her, lifting his eyebrow.  “Did you understand what he was bloody saying?”

“For the most part,” Hermione admitted.  “What’s a rellie?”

“Search me.”

She chuckled and took his hand in hers.  “I feel a little better about this.”

Ron brought her hand to his lips.  “We’ll find them, Hermione.”

[parkers-gal]

Reader meet Tom during a Meet and greet for the first time. She’s European (like Belgian perhaps. You can choose that) and she catches his attention. They start as close friends and whenever she gets to London, they meet up. After a while they start a relationship (can be long distance) and they just adore eachother a lot.

a good story

wc | 3k (SORRY i rly went off)

i chose france because i heard they have a bit more diversity...? i hope that makes it a bit more universal :) plsss i didn't proofread — hope u like it ! <3

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You try to wipe the sweat off your hand for the fifth time in the last two minutes. Your pulse picks up while the line moves up again. You’ve been waiting for about an hour and a half, but you really don’t mind. Not when that mop of curls and pile of muscles is so close. Besides, you get to fangirl with the rest of the fans in line around you.

You’d been in deep conversation with a girl and her girlfriend for a good while until one of them went off to get coffee and the other asked to use the bathroom. The security guard assured them that they’d return to their exact position in line, ensuring they wouldn’t have to wait all over again. You missed them, though, because they weren’t back within seven minutes so you preoccupied yourself with the lanyard around your neck with your VIP Access pass attached to the end.

You play with the strings of the Spider-man hoodie; it’s the midtown hoodie that Peter Parker wears in the first movie. You wore it to be cute — and it is, especially with these jeans — but now you’re afraid you might die of heat exhaustion. As the security guards usher yet another fan through the curtains, your feet move forward a couple of feet until the movement stops and you’re stuck waiting again.

The girl and her girlfriend return not a minute later, one of them offering you a bite of their croissants from Starbucks. You ponder the offer before politely declining; you don’t want your breath to smell, or something to get stuck in your teeth. You know you’re overthinking this entire situation, but you can’t help but be nervous when you’re about to meet the one person you’ve spent so much of your time gawking over — and through a screen, at that. It’s pathetic, you admit, but you can’t help it. There’s just something about him.

Another fan goes through the curtains and suddenly you’re less than five turns away from meeting the beloved Brit. You can’t help but feel a little more connected to him, knowing that you’d flown all the way from Paris, France for this London Meet-and-Greet. It’s a wonder how you got your schedule to work so well.

You move forward another spot, tapping your index and middle fingers on your hip while tracing the lines of the tiled floor. You try to distract yourself — counting every prime number you can think of, naming all the superheroes in the Marvel Franchise — until you’re one spot away from going through the black curtains.

“You’ll be in in less than three minutes,” the girl smiles while informing you of the estimated time frame. You thank her, taking note of the tag attached to her uniform.

You take a deep breath, shaking away all nerves and last jitters before wiping your hands one last fateful time. And then all at once, the curtain opens and allows you to step through and into the room where a young actor awaits your arrival. It’s so surreal that you have to watch your feet to ensure they don’t trip and cause you to stumble.

“Hello, love. How’re you?”

Your breath hitches and when he finally takes a good look at you, his breath does too. Your eyes lock for a beat, the two of you lost in a trance before you finally spit out a response.

“I’m… really good. How’re you?”

He smiles, eyes crinkling and face lifting up. “I’m great, thank you.”

You nod, the tip of your tongue playing with your front tooth. You shake out of it, though, setting your bag and your lanyard down on the provided table before stepping a little closer to him.

“Ah, the Midtown hoodie,” He points out, holding your wrists out so he can examine the sweatshirt himself.

“Yeah,” you smile bashfully. “It’s… stylish.”

He laughs wholeheartedly, something that eats away at your shell and causes you to join his chuckling.

“What’s your name, darling?”

You bite your lip, inhaling sharply at the term of endearment. “Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Tom,” he offers a hand, something that makes your face scrunch up with a laugh.

“Can we hug instead?”

“Please?” He insists, realizing how embarrassing his last move was. The two of you embrace strongly, and you inhale the scent of Tom Holland while you can.

When you separate, you grow a little more courage, and pick up the conversation. “I loved you in The Impossibly. Obviously in the Spider-man movies, too, but your other movies are really good, too.”

“Thank you, love. That means a lot,” he scratches his neck with a sheepish smile, a blush rising from his neck and onto his cheeks. He smiles, an action you mirror. “Is this your first Meet-and-Greet?”

You nod, “Yeah, I’m a bit nervous.”

He nods in understanding. “Are you from England?”

You shake your head, “I’m currently living in Paris.”

“Ah, the country of romance,” He looks as if he’s thinking of what to say next — as if he shouldn’t say it. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-one,” You smile again, and the glint in Tom’s eye changes just a shade, as if he’s just unlocked a new level. He looks excited for a different reason now.

“How long are you staying in England?”

“Till the end of the week,” You can’t help but feel giddy because it’s only Monday, which means you have until Saturday night to explore the great country of Britain, home to Tom Holland and Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch and basically every celebrity you’ve ever been a fan of. You can’t anticipate what Tom’s to say next, because you don’t want to turn your experience into a Wattpad story, but you hope he’s about to offer something in relation to sightseeing.

“Would you want to… could I show you around? Show you all the best places?” He looks shyer than you, almost, and you swallow your heart so you can answer calmly.

“You’d do that?’

“Of course,” He smiles softly. “You look like a lot of fun.”

You’re taken aback at the compliment, and you stumble out a reply as best you can. The two of you are reminded to take the picture so the line can move forward again, and you will yourself not to frown at the coming end of your encounter with the famous Brit.

“Could we do this?” You show him a picture from your phone and he nods excitedly.

The two of you link hands, standing close together while you smile into the camera. Your encounter comes to an end, and though you’re disappointed, Tom asks for your number, giving you his phone for the occasion. You’re giddy as you wave goodbye, leaving the tent with your picture and his lingering energy.

A day passes, giving you time to recover from your celebrity-interaction and time to get settled into your comforting hotel room on the seventh floor. You’re a bit wary that Tom won’t ever text you, and seeing as you don’t have his number, you realize you have to wait it out. You don’t want to risk waiting for the entirety of your stay here, though, so you grow worried. But alas, Tom texts late on Tuesday night, apologizing for the radio silence that came when he had to finish up the Meet-and-Greet event. You’re relieved, to say the least.

He exchanges details, telling you to meet him at a corner cafe at ten in the morning tomorrow. You comply, promising to get a good night’s rest before saying your goodnights and sleeping the hours away. You’re promptly awoke but your eight-thirty alarm. With a groan, you get up to shower, and the cold water wakes you right up.

An hour later and you’re ready for some quality, top-notch sightseeing. You grab what you need, locking your hotel room door before going down the elevator with a sweet elderly couple. You follow the map on your phone until you arrive at a small shop on the corner, just as Tom had said. You pull the door open, the smell of coffee beans entering your airways. You exhale the familiarity of it all, smiling to yourself before searching the shop. You spot Tom in a corner booth, and as you make your way over, he sets his phone face-down on the table with a smile, waving at you. You take a seat across from him.

“This place is cute.”

“Right? Best tea in London.”

Your stomach grumbles, loud enough for the both of you to hear and then share a laugh about. “I suppose I should eat breakfast.”

“I suppose I should join you,” he replies in the same tone, the two of you sharing tender smiles before someone comes over to take your order.

The conversation picks up and all tension and awkwardness wafts away in the air, leaving you in Tom’s comfortable aura. You talk until the check is paid, and as you step out on the crisp air of the city’s streets, you turn to Tom for the agenda.

The day goes on like that. The two of you go all around the city, visiting The British Museum, the Tower Bridge, Big Ben the clock tower, the Buckingham Palace, the Portobello Road Market, the National Gallery, and even the London eye. Tom knows everything like the back of his hand, and the ancient city makes you feel so significant. Your last stop is Cambridge University, something you’ve always wanted to see in person.

Tom’s been taking your picture all day. On polaroids, your iPhones, and even some of the tourist-profiting workers who beg for sales. He claims it’s so you can start scrapbooking, a conversation the two of you had covered during your many word exchanges.

The two of you have been all over the city since the end of breakfast at almost eleven o’clock. Now, it’s almost eight o’clock and you’re hungry as fuck. After some debate, the two of you decide to take a big red bus back to your hotel for some room service or hotel-restaurant food.

Tom sits in the seat beside you on the bus, the two of you up top and enjoying the city. You get lost in conversation again, the two of you going through today’s latest pictures and video-memories. You end up goofing off, so much so that you almost miss your stop.

The two of you stumble to the entrance of your hotel. Tom smiles, grabbing the door for you. You reply with a sheepish “thank you,” before waving hello to the front desk women.

“Do you want room service or do you want to dine in the restaurant?”

“Would you mind if I joined you for room service?”

You shake your head with a gentle smile, the two of you racing to the elevators. After hitting your floor number, the elevator goes up and the two of you talk again and again. Tom excuses himself to the bathroom when you get into your room; it gives you the opportunity to change out of your clothes and into a pair of sweats and a loose tank. Tom comes out ready for room service but is grown flustered at the sight of a different outfit on you.

“Getting comfortable?”

“Duh,” you lean back on the queen sized bed, back hitting the headboard. “Stay for a movie?”

He smiles, “Hand me the menu.”

He ends up staying until ten o’clock. You promise to go clubbing with him, for a full London experience, and the two of you schedule to do just that on Friday night. You book the entirety of Thursday to finish your sightseeing with him, and before you know it, you’re spending every day in London with Tom.

On your last day, Saturday, you eat breakfast with him at that first fateful cafe. He tells you he can’t take you to the airport — he’d probably get mobbed by fans — and you understand, promising to call him once you land. He promises to come with you to France one day, so the roles can reverse.

You finish your final cup of coffee just as Tom finishes his tea. He smiles sadly, one you mirror.

“I’ll see you soon, you know. And you can still drop me off at the airport.”

“I know,” he smiles sheepishly, hand reaching across the table for yours. “But I’ll miss sightseeing with you. I forget how amazing my own country is, sometimes.”

“Well,” you smile, “I’ll be back, so don’t worry too much, Tom. It’s not like I’m going across the world.”

“Yeah,” He chuckles, “And besides, I can come see you sometime.”

“Absolutely.”

“It’s just so weird to have friends in France and shit,” He chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “Like you live there and I can just go and visit you whenever.”

“I’m still a call away.”

“And thank god for that.”

You exhale after a beat of silence. “This is so fucking crazy.”

“What?”

“This. You, us hanging out. Just four days ago I was paying to see you, and now I’m having breakfast with you for the third time?”

“I promise, I’ll refund that Meet-and-Greet money.”

“Why?” You look at him quizzically and he bites his bottom lip.

“Well we’re friends, so you don’t really need to waste that money and I can get it back so-”

“Don’t,” you look up at him. “It makes for a good story.”

He nods, and after the two of you pay the check, you’re standing from the booth of the quaint little shop one final time, making your way to your door and settling in the passenger seat of Tom’s car. With your luggage in the backseat, he drives all the way to the airport, the loud sound of plane engines filling your ears. He drops you off at the terminal with a hug and a watery smile.

“See you soon!” He waves until you’re out of sight and the security guard is threatening to give him a ticket.

Half a year goes by, with quick three-day weekend trips back and forth, to London and to France even. You’ve seen Tom a total of seven times in the past six months, and you’ve grown closer than ever.

About a month goes by after your last trip, until your boss is telling you that you’re getting a week off for the upcoming paid break. You’ve already confirmed your flight and hotel plans to London, wanting to surprise Tom.

You decide to do it the night before you’re due on the airplane to the country of Brits.

You can’t help but grin at your phone, eventually laying down to sleep while you can before your early morning flight. Tom’s on your mind, in your future, and in your dreams. The last month of FaceTimes and text messages have been amazing, but unbearable because you miss his presence. The extreme amounts of flirting, however, have definitely picked up over text. Your week long trip to London marks the eighth time you’ve seen Tom since that first fateful Meet-and-Greet. You can’t help but feel like the dynamic is changing a bit, though. The two of you have upped the levels a bit, and now you’re more cuddly, more flirty, and definitely more interested.

When you land, you text Tom but frown when the usual immediate response doesn’t come. Moving past a crowd of waiting people, you head to baggage claim to get your luggage. After excruciatingly lifting it off of the conveyor belt, it lands with a thud on the ground and you start wheeling it towards the exit.

The building is extremely less crowded thanks to your early flight booking. When you look up, you see that familiar head of precious brown locks, and you squeal. Tom never leaves the car when picking you up or dropping you off at the airport, for fear of paparazzi and fans catching him. But this time, he’s out and in the building to come get you.

Abandoning your luggage, you drop your carry-on on the floor as you run over to him as fast as you can. He can sense you’re about to jump into his embrace, so he prepares for the bone-crushing hug.

Your arms go around his neck while his hands settle on your waist. He smiles, chin settled in the crook of your neck while he inhales the scent of you.

“Tommy, oh my god. I missed you so much.”

When you pull apart, you’re each a jumbled mess of excitement and tears, so much so that when Tom’s hands grip your face to pull you in to a passionate kiss, you’re immediately calmed. Though you’ve never kissed before, it feels so right.

Your lips chase after his, deepening it as your hands go to his hair and his to the small of your back. When you separate, your foreheads lean against each other while you pant.

“That’s new.”

“Sorry, I should’ve asked.”

You chuckle, “I would’ve said yes.”

He interlocks your fingers, smiling. “I missed you.”

“I missed you more.”

Suddenly, he’s reminded of the fact that the two of you are in public, and when he looks up, he sees a group of girls holding their phones up and capturing the moment he’s just shared with you. Quickly, he pulls you into his chest protectively, hiding your face in your neck.

“We need to hide or else they’re gonna know it’s m-”

“Don’t,” you settle him. “It makes for a good story.”

[wetsteve3]

1938 Triumph 500cc 5T Speed Twin • First-year example of Triumph's landmark twin • Older, museum-quality restoration • Formerly owned by Triumph historian David Gaylin • Best of Show concours winner Although Edward Turner's Triumph Speed Twin caused a sensation when it appeared at the 1937 National Motorcycle Show, few of its admirers could have guessed how influential the design would prove to be, establishing a formula adopted by all of Britain's major motorcycle manufacturers in the succeeding decade. 

True, there had been vertical-twins before, but whereas previous designs suffered from excess bulk, the Triumph was lighter and narrower across the crankcases than the contemporary single-cylinder Tiger 90, whose cycle parts it shared – indeed, from certain angles it looked just like a twin-port single. This was just what the conservatively minded British motorcycling public wanted and the Speed Twin proved an enormous success for Triumph, lifting the company out of the economic doldrums and setting it on the road to future prosperity. Performance proved exemplary for a road-going 500, with 85mph being attainable by the Speed Twin while the Tiger 100 sports version, on sale in 1939, could reach the "Ton" under favorable conditions. 

Triumph made sure The Motor Cycle's Speed Twin test bike had a crisp tune before turning it over to the editors. It averaged an impressive 93.75mph at top whack past the publication's speed clocks, prompting the comment, "Truly an amazing performance for a fully equipped 500." Just as important, the 5T was easy to start, its pair of 250cc pistons being easier to prod into life than the coffee-can sized slug in the usual big-bore British single. 

Power delivery was also smoother and more civilized than with the hulking one-lungers. That it was one of the most handsome-looking machines of the era certainly did not hurt. In explaining the original Speed Twin's place in history, Motorcycle Classics told its readers, "The Triumph 5T was such a success it revolutionized the entire industry in a way that no machine had ever done before. Only one design since has had such a profound influence: Soichiro Honda's four-cylinder CB750." Summing up, the magazine said, "The Triumph 5T Speed Twin was exactly the right bike at the right time, and at the right price. It became an instant success and orders flooded in." 

This first-year example of Turner's landmark machine, in its trademark Amaranth Red with hand-drawn gold pinstriping, is an older restoration, meticulously carried out keeping as many original parts as possible. It still presents beautifully, recently taking Best of Show honors at the prestigious Riding Through History concours, where it edged out 350 other classics. Currently part of private Florida collection, the Speed Twin has always been owned by discriminating enthusiasts, including noted historian and author David Gaylin (Triumph Motorcycles in America, Triumph Motorcycle Restoration Guide). We're informed the bike is mechanically sound and is an excellent runner. It is sold with various manuals and historical literature

[poptod]

The Dead Heed No Lies (Ch. 1)

Description: Your job isn't as simple as it was when you first started out. Before you know it, you're hunting down an old God who happens to be a kleptomaniac with an overgrown sense of justice, alongside a 4,000 year old corpse who occasionally commits first degree murder.

Notes: This is an older fic that I’ve decided to continue! I called it the ‘untitled NatM 4 movie’ so think of it like that. I have plans for this and I really hope I do this storyline justice because I just love it so much. Word Count: 2.3k

Chapter One: Life’s a Sham

You loved your job. No, truly, you did - working in a museum was one thing you knew you actually wanted in life. Still, keeping this in mind, you hadn’t exactly signed up for needing to complete a reorganization of every file in the whole goddamn museum within the span of a week.

How long had your boss worked at the place anyway? High time to retire, you thought, heading to the A section. And just because you worked at night didn’t mean he could abuse you any way he liked.

Long night ahead of me, you thought, wishing that you’d bought some sort of energy drink before clocking in. Instead, you took a bite of the scone you’d gotten, looking through the first box.

Aaron Copland, American musician, died 1990. You wondered why that was in there, it was pretty recent after all.

Aaron Burr, you understood that.

Oh, they were out of order.

You fixed them.

Moving on…

A few (more than a few) minutes later, actual exhibits in the museum.

The giant Anubis statues guarding the King Ahkmenrah exhibit, those needed to be reordered. AH came before AN. Even though the Pharaoh exhibit had been moved away.

‘Anubis, an ancient Egyptian deity is connected mainly with the underworld, being the guardian of the underworld, referred to as Duat. He protects the dead, ushering them into the underworld, like a modern day reaper. He is also the god of embalming, and is believed to have invented the process. He has two forms - one, man like, with the head of a jackal, ears alert and sporting a red ribbon. His other form is that of a jackal or a black dog, the fur color a stark difference from the brown of jackals.’

Why am I reading this? I know this already. I have a goddamn major in Egyptian mythology.

American Civil War, that was in the right place.

Ancient Egypt.

Ancient Greece.

Anglo-Saxons, what was that doing there? Belonged in the British museum of history. Though, you supposed it didn’t hurt to have a little European history in America.

Anne of Cleves.

Austro-Hungarian Army.

Bayeaux Tapestry.

Boleyn, Anne.

Booth, Charles.

British Empire.

A wretchedly loud sound came from upstairs, like the stomping of hordes of elephants, all intent on making you crazy. You groaned to yourself, taking a deep steadying breath before continuing. Noises were none of your business. That was the security details’ issue. Though… looking to the side, you found a plastic knife, thinking it couldn’t hurt to be… armed? Could you consider a plastic knife being armed? You grabbed it anyway.

Calvin, John.

Caribbean History.

Castles of Britain, followed by Scotland and Wales.

Catherine of Aragorn.

Cattle Industry of America.

Charles the First.

China.

Civil War, America and English.

Cold War.

Crime and Punishment.

Danish Holocaust.

Dresden Bombing.

A loud honking of a horn, followed by a cacophony of party music. What the hell was going on up there?

You stood, fuming, the papers in your hands falling to the ground you were previously sitting on. Dealing with your lousy job was one thing, but having terrible upstairs neighbors at the same time? That was a whole other deal, and certainly not one you signed up for. With clenched fists still grasping the plastic knife you stormed towards the door leading to the stairs, which would take you into the break room, which in turn would lead to the lobby.

The trek up the stairs took a little bit out of you, but you continued, panting lightly and still fuming with anger. Before you could open the door to the main room though, McPhee entered the break room, laughing to himself.

“Sir?” You stopped, unclenching, hoping to not make a bad impression.

“Oh! Uh, you. What’s - what’s going on?” He asked, fumbling over his words like usual, playing with his hands in a dainty sort of way.

“It’s loud out there, I was wondering what was happening, sounds sort of…” you peeked out the half open door, trying to see what was out there, but he shut it far too fast to be considered ordinary. “Abnormal.”

“Yes, well, um, we’ve got uh, guests.”

“I know. From the British museum? Isn’t partying at midnight sort of… against the rules?” You asked cautiously, never knowing when he’d go full speech without knowing words on you.

“Right, it is, but -“

“McPHEE?!” A loud, female voice you didn’t recognize came from the other side of the door, loud pounding fists as its’ partner. “DEXTER STOLE THE KEYS AGAIN!” She panted for a moment, the pounding stopped. “I can’t find the bloody monkey and now he’s let out all the lions and they’re the only ones I don’t know what to do with.”

McPhee closed his eyes, letting out a quiet, tired breath. His facade, if you could call it that, and been broken, and it only left you more thoroughly confused than you had been  before.

“McPhee, are you in there??”

“Yes,” he hissed, prolonging the ’s’.

“Doctor, could you explain what exactly is happening?” You asked, starting to not care that he was now having two separate conversations with you and the woman behind the door. Apparently, someone had stolen the keys, and you had live lions in the museum which was COMPLETELY against regulations, and why did McPhee know about it? The man you knew would never allow animals into the museum.

“Is there someone else in there?!” The woman from behind the door rapped on it three times, presumably with her knuckles from the sharp sound. In the distance, you heard someone scream ‘goal,’ followed by an uproar of cheers.

“Are you playing soccer in there?” You asked him incredulously, not caring if he was the curator. No matter his rank, no matter how much you needed a job, you couldn’t stand for such misuse of a museum.

“Uh -“

The door opened before he could explain himself, the woman from the British museum stumbling through. She left the door wide open as she entered, keys grasped tight in her hand, letting you see outside.

A whole lot of people in costumes were running about, throwing a party. How in the world had McPhee authorized that?

“It’s not what it looks like,” he said quickly, his eyes rapidly switching between the woman and you.

“Really? Cause it looks like you’re throwing a party in a museum,” you said, eyes wide and your anger fully returned.

“Who are you?” The British woman turned to you, still out of breath and looking just about as confused as you were.

“I’m the archivist, and you are holding an illegal party, you’re not supposed to invite people onto the premises after -“

“Honestly, would you shut up and let me show you? We’re not holding a… party, or whatever you called it, it’s… something else,” McPhee said cryptically, obviously trying to hold back information. You were miffed, crossing your arms, and doubtful at his intentions. Still, he was your boss, and you ought to give him the benefit of the doubt. He hadn’t failed you yet. With a deep breath you slowly nodded, allowing the two of them to lead you out the door.

A dinosaur.

Made of bones.

An actual, live dinosaur was staring at you, and it wanted to play fetch.

“That’s, uh, Rexy, I believe Larry called him. Harmless, mostly,” McPhee explained, waving to the dead yet animate animal. It only stopped for a moment to notice the three of you before continuing to chase after a toy car, one of its’ bones tied behind it. Your mouth fell open in disbelief, eyes wide with a general panic that you knew consciously wasn’t deserved, but you couldn’t convince yourself of it.

The whole room was filled with historical figures, ones whose statues you’d stared at for so long as a child, in wonder and curiosity but now you no longer wondered, you no longer imagined - they were there. Whether you wanted it or not, they were there, and they were loud.

“That’d be the Huns, apparently it took your old night guard for-ever to get them to get along,” the woman said, shaking her head.

“Who… what…” you mumbled, in a daze of disbelief.

“The Tablet of Ahkmenrah,” the woman said in a dramatic voice, using jazz hands to accentuate the wonder, but it didn’t do much for you. You’d heard of the tablet, sure, but it wasn’t at your museum anymore. It had been transported to the British museum -

Oh. It all clicked together, why you hadn’t heard the noise before, why McPhee knew what was happening, what the cause was.

Of course, that’d be if magic was real.

“Show me,” you said, not wanting to completely discount their story. The woman looked utterly delighted, while McPhee looked mostly uncomfortable, fiddling with the bottom of his jacket, an awkward smile on his face. Your eye twitched as the two of you made eye contact. In less than a moment, you turned back, following the woman towards wherever she was taking you.

“What’s your name anyway?” You asked as she led you through a crowd of historical figures.

“Tilly. Yours?”

“Uh -“ You were quickly interrupted by Tilly, who ran into Christopher Columbus.

This can’t be happening, you thought to yourself, as Tilly apologized in Italian to Columbus. Columbus, made fully of silver black stone or steel, bowed his head with a smile, returning to his soccer game with the Neanderthals, who seemed quite excitable in the presence of Tilly.

“I, uh, this is -“

“A lot? I know. My first night taking care of my museum was, well, a disaster,” she laughed to herself, rolling her eyes in an ‘oh, you,’ sort of way. “Anyway, here we are!”

An empty, closed off room. The room mean to house the Pharaoh, who had been delivered to the British - what was she thinking?

“Oh, right,” she mumbled to herself, rubbing her chin methodically as she stared at the ground. You waited patiently, admiring the art of the room.

“Guess we’ll have to find the King himself, should be somewhere,” she said, pulling you by the wrist down the hallway. A few more turns and you were at the balcony of the lobby, and at the halfway point of one of the stairs, on the platform, was a man dressed in ancient Egyptian garb, golden robes flowing in a way unlike any cloth you’d ever seen. After all, a whole lot of old cloth was like that, well made, thin and light yet warm.

She led you down the staircase, stopping behind the King, who was apparently manning a DJ station.

You felt yourself get lightheaded. It simply wasn’t possible. It couldn’t happen, not physically. It disobeyed everything you ever knew, every wish you convinced yourself wouldn’t be fulfilled.

“Oh, hello!” The King turned around, having just been alerted of your presence by Tilly tapping him on the back. His gaze first landed on her, then on you, tilting his head to the side with a curious smile.

“My friend here is, uh, new. Doesn’t believe that all this is real,” Tilly explained, and the King gave her a knowing look, bending down to pick up what you assumed was going to be the tablet.

“I’m just an archivist, I don’t think I’m supposed to be here,” you said over the loud music, suddenly feeling quite like you were going to be sick. It felt too much like a fantastical story. You just read and studied fantastical stories. You didn’t star in them.

Yet, here you were, being handed a tablet made of pure gold.

“Uh… cool,” you breathed out, holding something in your hands that costed more than your life. As soon as opportunity let you, you gave it back to the King.

“I am Ahkmenrah,” his eyes flickered over to Tilly before coming back to you, resting soft and welcoming on yours. “What shall I call you?”

“Uh, (Y/N),” you stuttered, blinking furiously, as though it’d wake you up from a dream come true.

“Well, (Y/N), welcome to the party,” he laughed, turning back around to choose another song.

“I’m gonna sit down,” you whimpered, collapsing onto the steps behind you. Tilly looked like she was going to stop you, but decided against it, her hands coming back to her sides.

“I’ll let you catch your breath, okay?” She said with a smile, patting your back and leaving down the steps. You watched as she left, joining one of the Neanderthals in dancing.

“It’s a bit overwhelming, isn’t it?” The King said, sitting down beside you. Despite being dressed in royal clothing, and speaking in a rather posh manner, he acted human. In that moment, you appreciated it.

“Yeah… why, um, how do you speak, uh, English?” You asked, turning to face him.

“I went to Cambridge. As a display,” he said, quickly correcting himself. You nodded, turning to face forward again.

“I’ve never been to England,” you murmured. 

“It’s nice. Cold,” he joked, laughing to himself. You joined in weakly, still feeling overwhelmed. You continued staring forward for a while, letting yourself wonder if this was reality, or if you were hallucinating, but he must’ve noticed your silence as he cleared his throat.

“Would you like some water?”

“What?” You asked, turning to him, pulled out of your thoughtless trance. “No, I’m alright. It’s a lot.”

“I know. Imagine waking up in a coffin every night,” he joked, but it fell flat. It sounded flat out miserable.

“I’m going to go lie down,” you mumbled out, your voice cracking as you stood.  He immediately stood with you, before pausing, hesitant to follow you.

“Uh - I hope you, uh, feel better!” He called to you as you left down the stairs. Before he was out of earshot you heard him curse to himself, but you didn’t care to think what he was so troubled with. Was that a little cruel? Sure. Selfish? Definitely, but you’d just found out that all the exhibits were going to come to life at night, and that magic definitely existed and all those fictional Egyptian Gods you’d studied for so long were most likely real.

You needed time to process… and maybe to scream a little.

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Monday, August 16, 2021

U.S. Air Force veteran comforts children plagued by gun violence (Reuters) Like many cities across the United States, Washington has seen a spike in shooting-related deaths during the pandemic. Homicides were up 19% in 2020 compared to 2019, according to the Washington Metropolitan Police Department. This month’s data shows that the city has already clocked more cases than at the same time last year. “It’s like a war zone. It’s like being in the military,” Jawanna Hardy said. Frustrated by the senseless loss of life, Hardy, an Air Force veteran and now a 34-year-old high school English teacher, launched ‘Guns Down Friday,’ an outreach program to support neighborhoods plagued by gun violence—including the one she has lived in since childhood. She has raised money for shooting victims’ gravestones, advocated for more streetlights, and trained people how to treat bullet wounds themselves. She drives her van—adorned with photos of young gun violence victims—through the streets to greet youngsters. On a recent Friday, she arrived with water balloons. “Put your guns down and pick your water balloons up!” Hardy cried through a megaphone as children outside an apartment complex in southeast Washington laughed and scrambled to drench one another. She knows her Friday night street parties will not stop gun violence but hopes they can at least provide children a brief respite from the constant fear in which many live.

Haitians scramble to rescue survivors from ruins of major quake (Reuters) Haitians labored overnight to pick through shattered buildings in search of friends and relatives trapped in the rubble after a devastating earthquake struck the Caribbean country on Saturday, killing 1,297 people and injuring at least 5,700 more. The 7.2 magnitude quake flattened hundreds of homes in the impoverished country, which is still clawing its way back from another major temblor here 11 years ago, and has been without a head of state since the assassination of its president last month. Churches, hotels, hospitals and schools were badly damaged or destroyed, while the walls of a prison were rent open by the violent shudders that convulsed Haiti. Access to the worst-hit areas was complicated by a deterioration in law and order that has left key access roads in parts of Haiti in the hands of gangs, although unconfirmed reports on social media suggested they would let aid pass.

Want to stay long term in France? First come the classes on how to be French. (Washington Post) In France, la vie en rose comes wrapped in red tape. Foreigners hoping to stay here long term must sign an “integration contract” and agree to uphold French values. The contract requires four days of civic education, yet what’s taught is more akin to a government crash course in how to be French. There are discussions about Marianne—the symbolic embodiment of the French Republic—and about classical culinary dishes, such as duck confit and escargot. France 101 covers both the cultural (how to visit museums) as well as the practical (how to navigate the national health-care system). The classes, plus language lessons for anyone whose fluency doesn’t measure up, help determine whether an applicant gets a multiyear visa. Every year, an average of 100,000 people take the courses, in cities across the country. The contemporary agreement explicitly states that receiving an extended residency visa is conditional on abiding by its terms, a key one being deference to French values. After an applicant signs the document, the language test is administered and 24 hours of classes scheduled.

Taliban sweep into Afghan capital after government collapses (AP) The Taliban swept into Afghanistan’s capital Sunday after the government collapsed and the embattled president joined an exodus of his fellow citizens and foreigners, signaling the end of a costly two-decade U.S. campaign to remake the country. Heavily armed Taliban fighters fanned out across the capital, and several entered Kabul’s abandoned presidential palace. Suhail Shaheen, a Taliban spokesman and negotiator, told The Associated Press that the militants would hold talks in the coming days aimed at forming an “open, inclusive Islamic government.” Kabul was gripped by panic. Helicopters raced overhead throughout the day to evacuate personnel from the U.S. Embassy. Smoke rose near the compound as staff destroyed important documents, and the American flag was lowered. Several other Western missions also prepared to pull their people out. Fearful that the Taliban could reimpose the kind of brutal rule that all but eliminated women’s rights, Afghans rushed to leave the country, lining up at cash machines to withdraw their life savings. The desperately poor—who had left homes in the countryside for the presumed safety of the capital—remained in parks and open spaces throughout the city. Many people watched in disbelief as helicopters landed in the U.S. Embassy compound to take diplomats to a new outpost at the airport. U.S. Secretary of State Antony Blinken rejected comparisons to the U.S. pullout from Vietnam.

From hubris to humiliation: America’s warrior class contends with the abject failure of its Afghanistan project (Washington Post) Twenty years ago, when the twin towers and the Pentagon were still smoldering, there was a sense among America’s warrior and diplomatic class that history was starting anew for the people of Afghanistan and much of the Muslim world. “For you and us, history starts today,” then-Deputy Secretary of State Richard L. Armitage told his Pakistani counterparts. Earlier this month, as the Taliban raced across Afghanistan, retired Lt. Col. Jason Dempsey, a two-time veteran of the war, stumbled across Armitage’s words. To Dempsey, the sentiment was “the most American thing I’ve ever heard” and emblematic of the hubris and ignorance that he and so many others brought to the losing war. “We assumed the rest of the world saw us as we saw ourselves,” he said. “And we believed that we could shape the world in our image using our guns and our money.” Both assumptions ignored Afghan culture, politics and history. Both, he said, were tragically wrong. Michèle Flournoy, one of the architects of President Barack Obama’s troop surge in Afghanistan in 2010, said, “In retrospect, the United States and its allies got it really wrong from the very beginning. The bar was set based on our democratic ideals, not on what was sustainable or workable in an Afghan context.” Flournoy acknowledged in hindsight that the mistake was compounded across Republican and Democratic administrations, which continued with almost equal fervor to pursue goals that ran counter to decades—if not centuries—of the Afghan experience.

Afghanistan’s collapse leaves allies questioning U.S. resolve on other fronts (Washington Post) The Taliban's stunningly swift advances across Afghanistan have sparked global alarm, reviving doubts about the credibility of U.S. foreign policy promises and drawing harsh criticisms even from some of the United States' closest allies. And many around the world are wondering whether they could rely on the United States to fulfill long-standing security commitments stretching from Europe to East Asia. "Whatever happened to 'America is back'?" said Tobias Ellwood, who chairs the Defense Committee in the British Parliament. "People are bewildered that after two decades of this big, high-tech power intervening, they are withdrawing and effectively handing the country back to the people we went in to defeat," Ellwood said. "This is the irony. How can you say America is back when we're being defeated by an insurgency armed with no more than [rocket-propelled grenades], land mines and AK-47s?" As much as its military capabilities, the United States' decades-old role as a defender of democracies and freedoms is again in jeopardy, said Rory Stewart, who was Britain's minister for international development in the Conservative government of Theresa May. "The Western democracy that seemed to be the inspiration for the world, the beacon for the world, is turning its back," Stewart said. Rivals of the United States also have expressed dismay. Among them is China, which fears that the ascent of an extremist Islamist government on its western border will foster unrest in the adjoining province of Xinjiang, where Beijing has waged sweeping crackdowns on the Uyghur population that have been denounced by the West. The United States' Arab allies, which have long counted on the U.S. military to come to their aid in the event of an attack by Iran, also have faced questions over whether they will be able to rely on the United States.

Torrential rains lash wide areas of Japan, three feared dead after landslide (Reuters) Torrential rain lashed much of Japan on Sunday, flooding roads and buildings in the western part of the country, while three people were feared dead after a landslide in central Nagano prefecture. Large parts of Japan, particularly the southernmost main island of Kyushu, have seen record levels of rainfall, causing rivers to overflow and triggering landslides. While the rain had stopped in much of Kyushu as of Sunday morning, Tokyo and other parts of the country were pounded by the downpour. Japan “will continue to face conditions in which a large-scale disaster could occur at anytime, anywhere,” Prime Minister Yoshihide Suga said at a ministerial meeting on Sunday. He called on local municipalities and relevant organisations to cooperate and act with speed on rescue missions and aid.

More military personnel deployed to enforce Sydney Covid restrictions as entire state locks down (CNN) Additional Australian military personnel will be deployed to enforce tighter Covid-19 restrictions in the greater Sydney area next week, authorities announced Saturday, as the entire state of New South Wales (NSW) prepares to go under lockdown. Stay at home orders will be applied across the country’s most populous state, with people only permitted to leave home to shop for essentials, receive medical care, outdoor exercise with one other person, and work if residents cannot work from home. Schooling will also be moved back online. Sydney, the capital of NSW, has been under lockdown measures for more than seven weeks now, and they will likely be extended further; they were set to end on August 28 but the state government has indicated restrictions will remain through September.

Fuel explosion in Lebanon kills 28, wounding dozens (AP) A warehouse where fuel was illegally stored exploded in northern Lebanon early Sunday, killing at least 28 people and injuring 79 more in the latest tragedy to hit the Mediterranean country in the throes of a devastating economic and political crisis. It was not immediately clear what caused the explosion near the border with Syria. Fuel smuggling operations have been ongoing for months. The Lebanese Red Cross said a fuel tanker exploded and its teams recovered 28 bodies from the site in the border village of Tleil. In a statement, it said it evacuated 79 people who were injured or suffered burns in the blast. Hours after the blast, Lebanese Red Cross members were still searching the area for more victims as Lebanese soldiers cordoned the area.

'Once the best in the Middle East,' Beirut hospital pleads for fuel as it faces shutdown (The Week) A once-famed Beirut hospital is now pleading for international aid to avoid running out of essential resources. The American University of Beirut Medical Center in Beirut, Lebanon, is making an urgent appeal to the United Nations and its specialized agencies, the World Health Organization and the U.N. Children's Fund, to supply the hospital with fuel before it's forced to shut down by Monday. Lebanon is mired in an economic and political crisis, and the nationwide fuel shortage is currently the most dire consequence. That's perhaps most clearly reflected in the plight of AUBMC, which said 40 adults and 15 children living on respirators would die immediately and many other patients will be at great risk if the shutdown is not avoided. The medical center said it's been rationing fuel and electricity for weeks, but is running out of both. Liz Sly, The Washington Post's Beirut bureau chief, notes that the American University hospital "was once the best" in the entire Middle East region; the announcement shows that the country is "truly heading to disaster," she writes.