#ph rev

[radyo-kabaw]

Utak ng Rebolusyon

this comic is more about Aguinaldo, but I’ll find a way to draw Mabini too :) he was in Laguna for health reasons, but in the last panel, he’s probably taking some time to reply to some letters because that man didn’t quit.

Apolinario Mabini, Revolutionary, Cesar Adib Majul

⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app / insta

[bini-style]

The girls wore these Nike Air Force 1 Mid x Off-White sneakers in white during their performance at the UP Fair 2024: REV Music Festival.

[attila-werther]

reading a rizal biography bc you can't do rizal without bonifacio and coming across a brutus-cassius conspiracy parallel in this. delicious.

[vintagelasvegas]

Christ Church Episcopal, Las Vegas – 1908, 1955.

(1) Northeast corner of 2nd & Carson, 1908. The church was in service from Aug. 1908 until Spring '54. The property was sold to finance the construction of a new church and was soon torn down.

(2) 2000 S. Maryland Pkwy, 1955. Led by Rev. T. Malcolm Jones, the new church was built by Lembke, Clough and King, Inc. A portion of the new property was given to the parish by Jessie Hunt, widow of Leigh S.J. Hunt. Rev. Jones was killed 1/19/55. The new church was dedicated 3/3/55.

Wanda Ball Moser Photographs (PH-00030), and the Historic Building Survey Photograph Collection (PH-00345), UNLV Special Collections & Archives. Local Notes. Las Vegas Age, 6/13/08; Arlene Deutch. Christ Church Espicopal Barely Missing Being City's Oldest, Grows Steadily During 49 Years. Review-Journal, 10/9/55; John Przybys. Christ Church celebrates centennial. Review-Journal, 11/20/2007.

[laurentbis]

Ph. Thibault Gaëtan Dubroca, rev

[be-my-ally]

hi! hello! welcome!!!

I'm currently fuelling my elvis obsession by reading and writing copious amounts of fics, so uh, if you're looking for elvis smut you've come to the right place?

Basically everything I write, and a lot of what I talk about, is 18+ though so please bear that in mind + minors please do not interact!

my requests are currently paused and my masterlist with warnings + summaries can be found under the keep reading line below along with a little list of my WIPs.

Masterlist

Big Bunny (4.5 parts)

summary: playboy bunny x 1974+ elvis. Smut, angst, lots of fun in the sky.

warnings: 18+, sex (oral - p+v receiving, p in v), teeny bit of daddy kink, elvis watching reader + another bunny kiss, panic attack, video watching and making. mentions of drug usage, and Elvis' health. 1973/4-1977, bondage.

Suspicious Minds (currently 3 parts)

summary: reader x 1970 elvis & an alternative take with reader x 1961/2 elvis. What would be Elvis' reaction to you confronting him about his penchant for having multiple girls on the go/feeling the need to kiss everyone with a pulse.

warnings: 18+, oral, sex (p in v), possessive!elvis, perhaps an element of dubcon - inspired by *that* comment by priscilla, arguing as foreplay, pregnancy + mentions of infertility. 

Do You Mind? (currently 3 parts)

summary: Reader x Elvis meet cute early-mid 60s (exact year tbd); Reader is having a terrible time at a party, but so is Elvis and the night vastly improves for both of them when Reader stumbles into the room Elvis has hidden himself away in.

warnings: none, fluffy!

Empty Promises (currently 3 parts)

summary: reader x 1963(ish)-5 elvis. The beginning stages of a relationship, dating Elvis + then what can only be described as pure smut as you attempt to seduce him into taking your virginity/as he attempts to 'train you up' + 'teach ya how to take a man'.

warnings: 18+, daddy kink, spanking, thigh riding, fingering (v receiving), oral (p + v receiving), masturbation, phone sex, innocence kink/lots of discussions of virginity.

One Shots

"...Elvis has left for Graceland." reader x 1974 elvis, smut in a jumpsuit.

Wet Bikini reader x 70s elvis, fun in the pool!

The Divorce Decision reader x 70s elvis, angst with a happy ending.

The Seatbelt Sign Is On reader x 75-7 elvis, bondage - big bunny vignette.

Requests

Attention needed reader purposefully makes elvis jealous.

Let Yourself Go reader x bde, reader doesn't believe girls can orgasm - e sets out to prove you wrong.

Treat me nice a 2 for 1 of giving 1957-9 elvis, and 1971-3 elvis a blowjob.

I wouldn’t tell you no lie innocent reader's first time seeing a man, and what a man 1968-71 elvis is.

Prompt Fills

Do it again. Please. reader x 1967 elvis, on honeymoon - pure smut.

Caught in a Trap the suspicious minds alternative take (Also linked there).

Paradise: Old Army Uniform Style reader x 1964-6 elvis, who in the midst of the press surrounding his body while filming PHS tries on his old army uniform.

His Harley Girl reader x 1974 elvis, sex on a motorcycle - elvis takes reader for a ride.

Sobering Up reader x 1972/3 elvis, post-girl’s night out.

Splashing Around oc x 1957 elvis, kinda first date vibes, having fun in the summer heat in the Graceland pool.

Splashing Around (chapter 2) oc x 1957 elvis, more first date vibes - she *gets to dry his hair*

Before the Draft Notice oc x 1957 elvis, there's dealign with elvis' emotions, kissing, and a minor little fight.

Snowballs and Kisses (same universe as splashing around!) CHRISTMAS!

A Tour of The Penthouse reader x 1973 elvis, vegas one-night stand (at the moment).

Vegas Calling reader x 1975 elvis, established relationship - long distance phone call.

All Revved Up oc x 1970 elvis, established relationship, elvis is buying a new car and Laura thinks he looks good doing it.

Throw Me oc x 1974 elvis, somewhat established relationship; Olivia's been invited to Graceland for the week and Elvis takes the opportunity to teach her some moves.

Autumn Leaves Falling Down it's autumn 1972, and Elvis' girl on the side, Laura (from All Revved Up), who is no longer the girl on the side -- has come to stay at Graceland. There's the Memphian, an attempt at a trip to the morgue, and Elvis in a sweater - oh, and smut.

I Feel The Earth Move for the prompt ‘something weather related’ - elvis and reader are out for a drive in a storm & are forced to seek shelter in reader’s childhood home - sweet, fluffy smut ensues.

WIPs (in no particular order)

it’s vegas baby

I wouldn't tell you no lie #2

[touyoufoto]

Ph. Rev Wu (TW)

[faelliely]

Relationship: Lightning McQueen/Jackson Storm

Rating: E

Jackson’s the only one who can possibly understand, the only one who’s broken his records. They’re the fastest men alive and gambling your life for a living means everything else dulls by comparison. Maybe he’s fucked up for wanting this, but he can’t blame himself for yearning the thrill, needing to feel alive.

The race had barely ended when that signature jet black sports car rolled up outside his trailer, tinted windows down and electric track pulsing through the stereo at max volume, the deep rumble of the engine rattling the door frame Lightning was leaning against. Neither of them had even had time to change out of their race suits, the adrenaline of over 200 m/ph still singing in Lightning’s veins.

“Hey, champ,” The rookie took a deep drag of his vape, exhaling the smoke around his words. “Get in.”

And he’d be lying if he didn’t say everything about Jackson’s aggravating personality was kind of hot. Really hot. Rolling his eyes he slid into the passenger seat, threw a poorly-formed excuse back at his crew when they asked if he was really going somewhere with his rival, and Jackson slammed the pedal to the floor, the idling engine roaring to life as they tore away from the track and into the twilight.

Weaving in and out of traffic, Lightning had no idea where they were going, but naively trusted that the other knew what he was doing. There was no way they were obeying the speed limit, Jackson running every red and downshifting to rev the engine as he crossed the double line to pass slower vehicles. Driving like an absolute dick, though Lightning knew he could trust his control, that this was child's play to the talented rookie. Despite his cool demeanor, casually smoking with one elbow resting on the window sill, eyes lidded and lazily gripping the wheel, Lightning knew he was showing off.

And it was working. Unfazed and competent, dark hair in his eyes, shit-eating grin on his pretty face as the smoke curled past his lips. He was raw sex appeal, and the heady bass was hardly the only thing thumping in Lightning’s heart.

They pulled into a parking garage and Jackson killed the engine, beckoning the other to follow him wordlessly. Lightning had barely taken a step into Jackson’s hotel room when the other was on him, fisting one hand in the front of his suit and slamming him up against the closing door, forcing it shut and crushing their lips together.

When they’d started this, Lightning had been taken aback by how aggressive Jackson had been in every aspect of the act. Now he recognised it as passion, craved the energy, gave back as good as he got.

As they broke for air Lightning dragged down the zipper on his own suit, exposing his overheating skin as Jackson latched on to the column of his neck, dragging his tongue up his thundering pulse and sinking his teeth in below his jawline. They had an agreement to no marks where the cameras might see, which meant of course the rookie pushed that boundary every single time they did this.

He’s still so riled up from their race. Lightning hauls him back in for another bruising kiss, tasting the bitter chemical of the vape mixed with a spice that was undeniably him, forcing his tongue past his teeth in an attempt to claim some dominance and taste more. In response he’s pushed to his knees, Jackson shedding his suit over his defined muscles and dragging all 8 inches of his cock out to slap it against Lightning’s face like a complete fuckboy. Three barbells through the frenulum and a ring through the head, because of course a pretentious prick like Jackson Storm had a pierced dick.

They’ve done this enough times now for him to know the drill. Lightning runs his tongue across each piece of metal and swallows down as much as he can in one go, Jackson letting his head fall back so he can look down his nose at him. “You look pretty good from this angle, at my feet.”

Lightning snorts derisively, letting his teeth scrape the underside in retaliation. “Don’t get used to it.”

Jackson roughly fists his blonde hair, forcing him down his length, tears springing in Lightning’s eyes as he struggles to take everything he’s given.

“Don’t tell me our veteran can’t handle me?” Jacskon coos, relentlessly guides the immense length of him past his lips until he chokes. “Oh wait, we already knew that, mister second place.”

It’s always the same kinds of insults, but the humiliation burns through him hotter than any other sex he’s ever had. Lightning thinks there must be something wrong with him, to want this from the man who’s taking everything from him. Knows he’s only a few months off retirement if he can’t keep pace with this asshole, still wants him as deep in his body as he is in his head.

They impatiently move to the spacious double bed and Jackson carelessly tosses him the small bottle from his luggage, makes himself comfortable against the headboard while Lightning shamelessly crawls atop him, so turned on he’s able to slide two fingers into himself with little resistance. He keens, canting his hips forwards so he can feel those barbells drag against his hardness. Can see the thick desire in Jackson’s eyes even as he won’t let himself reward Lightning with any kind of noise.

Personality aside, Jackson is everything he craves. Conventionally attractive, fit, over 6 foot, skilled, sharp and smart, exudes that bad boy aura. But Lightning’s also everything Jackson desires, too. Being in his thirties is hardly old, barely a line on his youthful face, and Lightning’s always been a pretty boy; Jackson knows, had his poster on his wall since he was a kid, was arguably his sexual awakening in his teens. He secretly owns every model spread, not that he’ll ever admit it. But to have the real Lightning McQueen under him like this, to be able to break the legend both on the track and here. It’s the biggest rush of his life, more than just winning, more than being the best.

When Jackson ruthlessly slides the entire length of his cock home in one go, Lightning chokes out a moan, strangled and breathless. He can feel his heart racing, feels every one of those piercings pop past his rim, can barely hear the other mocking him over the white noise ringing in his ears.

“Nobody else gets it. Only I can fuck you like this. Not your fans. Not your dead mentor. Definitely not your little absentee girlfriend. Me.”

And that’s really it, isn’t it. Jackson’s the only one who can possibly understand, the only one who’s broken his records. They’re the fastest men alive and gambling your life for a living means everything else dulls by comparison. Maybe he’s fucked up for wanting this, but he can’t blame himself for yearning the thrill, needing to feel alive.

“I fu-” Lightning drops his head onto his forearms, grits his teeth and whines into the hot air. “-cking hate you.”

Lightning may loathe the man, wants to grind him into the dirt with everything he has, but he’ll never say no to him, to this. Knows he’ll never feel this with anyone else.

“I know. Now shut up, you’re killing my boner.”

Lightning knows it’s a lie, that the rookie loves it when he talks back, doesn’t want a kill unless it’s a fight. Jackson slides his thumb in beside his cock and pulls, Lightning’s jaw dropping in a silent scream. It’s so much, too much.

“Mm, it hurts.” Lightning moans, hands scrabbling for purchase on the comforter as Jackson drags him wider, can feel his orgasm rush up to meet him with the pain of it.

He’s felt himself fly, weightless as he’s thrown back in his seat, the smooth exhilarating hum of his car beneath him as he went faster than anyone before him. It’s not too dissimilar, he thinks, to how it feels to get lost in this pleasure, thrilling and mindless, a rush that leaves him operating on instinct and desire.

Jackson’s thrusts are relentless and deep, piercings grinding against his prostate and making him see stars. Lightning’s eyes are wet with tears, rolling down his face, he glances back to see Jackson’s wolfish grin and hungry eyes drinking in the sight of him shaking apart. Lightning can feel the other get impossibly harder inside him at his tears, smiles with all his teeth when the pace only gets rougher.

Jackson wraps one race-callused hand around his throat and rumbles that deep baritone against the shell of his ear and he’s gone.

“Come.”

His head spins as he comes from his cock alone, keening and spattering the crisp hotel sheets. With the pressure against his windpipe he can’t breathe, gasping through the throes, sending him higher. It’s easily the hardest he’s ever come, his vision whiting.

“Guess you are faster than me after all, old timer.”

“Do you ever shut up?”

Barking a laugh Jackson fills him with warmth, rasping a curse, grip on his hips bruising as he drives home. Lightning feels his cock twitch in interest as it leaks out of him and drips to the bedspread, right before Jackson pulls out and pettily pushes him into the splatters of their own come. Lightning gives an unmanly shriek as the cold liquid contacts his heated skin, just makes Jackson laugh more.

It plays with him more than it should, being drawn close, intimate after what they’ve just done. This is meant to be a quick fuck for relief, not anything more. Still jolts through him when the rookie draws him in for a long, slow kiss, wiping away his residual tears with his thumb.

“Thanks, babe.” Jackson murmurs between kisses, winding their fingers together and making Lightning’s heart skip a beat. That is until he uses that hand for leverage, pushing Lightning off the bed and ruining his afterglow, giving him a sharp, patronising smack to his ass.

“Now get out.”

[revanexile]

revan/exile toxic yuri dialogue snippet if you careeeeeeee

(Set during the middle of a fight at the Dinner table) …. PHILOTHEA: I’ve tried so hard- REVAN: Disagreeable. PH: -And I keep on trying, R: Inconsiderate. PH: and I don’t think I could ever try hard enough for you- R: Ungrateful. PH: -for you to feel LOVED, Rev, R: Spoiled. PH: How much do you need? What could possibly make you feel loved enough? R: SELFISH. PH: I’M selfish?! How many people have to die in your war, Rev? R: (scoffs) PH: How many? Who does it have to be? Does it have to be me? R: … PH: …Does it have to be me? R: … PH: I’d do it, Revan. You know I would. R: Do I? PH: Do you want me to prove it? Do you want me to die for you? R: …You can’t. You were dead long before I met you. PH: … R: It’s why I first talked to you, y’know? (sneering) How fascinating. A living dead girl. PH: I’m not- why would- …What the fuck is wrong with you? R: I didn’t want to be your friend. I wanted to understand why no one else could see it. PH: You- you are the most wretched person I’ve ever met. R: And yet you claim to love me? PH: You claim to study me. R: At least I’m truthful. PH: You’re cruel. R: I am. Now finish your dinner. PH: … (PHILOTHEA begins to eat. REVAN silently watches from behind her mask.)

[marsbar17]

ph my god please give me crypto x rev content (either sfw or nsfw) ive been. going insane

Since you didn't specify, I decided to do a short one-shot thing instead of just headcannons because I crave coherent thoughts :)

⚠️ Spoiler warning ⚠️

This is gonna include a little bit of the revenant reborn stuff, not really the lore it just is based off the end of the second lore video.

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TW: very nsfw, choking, breathplay, aftercare if you squint, almost no communication

    Crypto bade the others farewell after their talk and sat back down at his desk, minimizing windows and tabs that had to do with the whole Eduardo stuff. He lingered on one though, something about the workings of Revenants many bodies, and sighed. He couldn't quite figure it out, the way that they could transfer his whole consciousness over between metal frames in a matter of minutes everytime he died. Crypto figured he would get the answer soon enough, he just had to get Revenant back under his questioning.

    Before he could dwell on it any further, a noise from his left drew his attention and he turned just in time to get a glimpse of shiny red metal before a cold hard hand wrapped around his throat. Crypto was lifted out of his seat and he opened his eyes to meet glowing red ones. Crypto struggled weakly, the grip on his neck uncomfortable, but all that did was make Revenant chuckle and squeeze slightly.

    "Miss me?" Even though his face and body had changed drastically, Revenant's voice was the same as ever, and it caused a shiver to run down Crypto's spine.

    But he wasn't afraid. In fact, he seemed to relax after hearing that voice.

    "You wish." His voice came out raspy and strangled, restricted by the metal fingers putting pressure on his windpipe. "Now put me down."

    Revenant complied and lowered Crypto slowly until his feet touched the ground and he slumped back into his office chair. Crypto put a hand to his neck and rubbed, coughing a bit.

    "Even though you got a new look, you still listen to me." He smirked slightly. "Good to know they didn't take what little human emotion you have left."

    "I can still kill you, you know. It would be even easier than before." Revenant reached a hand out, dragging his razor sharp 'nails' along Crypto's jaw. Crypto scoffed and batted it away, turning back to his computer.

    "We both know you won't." Crypto smiled as he heard Revenant scoff, but the simulcran didn't deny it. "You came at the perfect time," He changed the topic. "I've got some questions for you."

    Revenant had moved, standing behind the other with his hands resting on the back of the chair and occasionally grazing the skin of Crypto's nape.

    "What? More information for you to tell your little friends? Might as well just tell them everything." Even as a monotone robot, Crypto could hear the sarcasm in his voice. But he ignored it.

    "No, just something to satisfy my own human curiosities." He set the tab he had open before to full screen, and let Revenant read his notes over his shoulder.

    It was almost embarrassing, admitting that he had been studying the robot. Writing down stuff as simple as the type of joints that were used on his fingers or the way the fabric accessories on his old body were attached to the metal. He wasn't an engineer, and this type of stuff didn't interest him often, but when Crypto looked at Revenant he couldn't help but let his gaze linger on small things.

    "Hell if I know!" Revenant's booming voice made Crypto jump slightly in his seat before he refocused on the task in front of him.

    "All I know is one second my consciousness fades and the next I'm waking up in the same damn facility. I don't have any more to tell you."

    There was a tense silence for a while, Crypto thinking about possible answers and Revenant now pacing the room in his frustration. Crypto could imagine how much the constant toying with Revenant's consciousness could build up some anger, and he often helped the other in these times to let out some of those emotions without going on a killing spree.

    "Tae Joon."

    Crypto turned, surprised at the robot using his real name. He rarely used it, said it was too intimate.

    "I need someone to take my frustration out on."

    Yep, there it was. Crypto sighed and stood up, walking into his bedroom like he did everytime Revenant came over. He didn't even have to tell the simulcran to follow, he knew their routine.

    "Go ahead." Crypto laid on the bed, taking his jacket off so it didn't get wrinkled. As shameful as this 'guilty pleasure' was, he still had some dignity and wanted to keep himself tidy.

    Revenant took his time approaching the other, almost like he was stalking prey. He hummed in approval as Crypto brought his hands up to rest them on the pillow above his head, surrendering himself. And as Revenant dragged one finger from his ankle up and stopped at his thigh, Crypto shivered. His breath hitched and he closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to come like it always did.

    He was being unusually slow, and Crypto opened his eyes again to look at him questioningly. He quickly shut them again as a metal hand wrapped around his throat again, sharp fingers digging into his skin but not puncturing it yet. He tensed, but that only made Revenant squeeze harder.

    Eventually, Crypto was able to remind himself that Revenant wouldn't kill him and he relaxed into the mattress, letting Revenant cut off his oxygen for 10 seconds, and then let him breath again for 10 seconds.

    He hated how it excited him. Crypto's legs twitched slightly every time his breath was cut off, and he whined quietly. It wasn't enough for Revenant though, so he trailed his other hand up Crypto's leg and traced shapes along his upper thigh. He wanted to torture him, bring him all the way to the edge, push his boundaries, and then leave him a mess.

    Crypto was expecting pain, and he was surprised when he felt the hand settle on his crotch and palm him gently. He gasped and his eyes shot open, grabbing at the hand around his neck and muttering swear words.

    "Revenant, this-"

    "Do you want me to stop?" It seemed like his voice was softer somehow, even though it was as monotone as ever. He was being genuine. Like maybe he cared.

    Crypto was quiet for a moment, thinking.

    "No." He said, looking away and letting go of Revenants arm to put his hands back above his head. Submission. It made Revenant feel even more want to ruin him. So he put more pressure, on both his neck and his half-hard length.

    Revenant didn't want to hurt the other, at least not too badly, so he kept Crypto's clothes on. He just let his hand wander all over his clothed body before continuing to palm him through his pants. Crypto could feel as all the air left his lungs, and his eyes rolled back, bucking his hips into the metal hand.

    Every time Revenant released his grip on the others neck, Crypto would gasp and moan, the feeling of getting so close to unconsciousness and then being brought right back was thrilling and he couldn't help but whimper as Revenant started to tightness his hold again.

    Before he knew it, he was arching his back and cumming in his pants, mouth open in a silent yell as his voice was trapped behind a hand around his throat. And Revenant loved this reaction so much, he made Crytpo cum 4 more times before he stopped palming him. He tried to be as gentle as he could as he rubbed the others' chests while he caught his breath.

    Crypto was a wreck, tears running down his cheeks, a wet spot on the front of his pants, and bruising starting to form around his neck.

    Once he knew Crytpo was stable, Revenant stood up and left, like he always did. Part of Crypto hoped that he would stay this time, but he knew that wasn't how he worked.

    A routine of mutual satisfaction, that's all they would admit it to be.

[whatdoesshedotothem]

1836 Oct[obe]r Thurs[day] 27

7 55/..

12 40/..

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No kiss fine morn[in]g – d[o]wnst[ai]rs at 8 3/4 – Ch[arle]s How[ar]th and W[illia]m Keigh[le]y h[a]d been wait[in]g for me 20 min[ute]s –

set the form[e]r w[i]th his son Ja[me]s to hang the gate at the top corn[e]r of Conery Ing and took W[illia]m K- [Keighley] to cut

off a few brok[e]n branches of an oak at the bot[tom] of Pearson Ing (n[ea]r the larch tree) and then w[e]nt

w[i]th h[i]m to Spa h[ou]se to shew h[i]m A-‘s [Ann] four larches to be cut d[o]wn -he will cut them d[o]wn

on Mon[day] – ho[me] at 9 55/.. Mr. Husb[an]d and Dobson (the stone merch[an]t) wait[in]g for me - told H- [Husband]

I w[oul]d ha[ve] a warm bath in the pres[en]t kitchen - alter the stab[le]s and turn the pres[en]t front stab[le]

int[o] a manserv[an]t’s bedr[oo]m – w[oul]d n[o]t ha[ve] the gr[ea]t oak King posts squar[e]d or alt[ere]d to ma[ke] mo[re]

r[oo]m at the end of the gall[er]y lead[in]g the red r[oo]m and north chamb[e]r - to be cas[e]d ov[e]r in their pres[en]t shape -

Dobson want[e]d to kno[w] the date of his last bill for insides (st[one] for the Long goit) –

Look[e]d ov[e]r my acc[oun]ts and ga[ve] him the informat[io]n he want[e]d – br[eak]f[a]st at 10 3/4 - Mrs. and

Miss Briggs call[e]d at 11 – wait[e]d 10 min[ute]s in the h[ou]sekeep[e]r’s r[oo]m till we h[a]d br[eak]f[a]st[e]d –

the 1st ti[me] of their com[in]g here s[in]ce they left us - we were ver[y] civ[i]l to them and I st[ai]d w[i]th

them till n[ea]r 12 - they remain[e]d so[me] ti[me] long[e]r w[i]th A- [Ann] - out fr[om] a lit[tle] bef[ore] 12 (ab[ou]t)

till 1, then n[ea]r an h[ou]r w[i]th A- [Ann] then out ag[ai]n till ca[me] in at 5 50/.. at the meer-drift and in the gard[e]n and ab[ou]t – dress[e]d –

wr[ote] 1 3/4 p[ages] to ‘Mrs. Lawton, Lawton hall, Lawton, Cheshire’ and s[e]nt it tonight – we

shall be delight[e]d to see h[e]r on the 2[n]d or 3[r]d of next m[on]th i.e. next Wed[nesday] or Thurs[day]

hope she will n[o]t disap[poin]t us if she can help it - she h[a]d best ta[ke] her pl[a]ce

in the mail to Bradford, - tell the guard to blow his horn, and let her alight at

the Lodge - will prepare her old fr[ien]d Matty Pollard for her arriv[a]l and I mys[elf] will

ta[ke] ca[re] she (M- [Mariana]) does n[o]t lose hers[elf] bet[ween] the Lodge and the h[ou]se – wr[ote] no[te] to ‘The Rev[eren]d Rob[er]t Wilkins[o]n Heath’

to ask h[i]m ‘to co[me] whenev[e]r m[o]st conven[ien]t to him bef[ore] Wed[nesday] (b[u]t n[o]t on Mon[day]) respect[in]g

the will of my late a[un]t - and wr[ote] no[te] to ‘Mr. Lister appraiser Halifax’ to ask him

to co[me] at 3 p.m. tomor[row] or Sat[urday] to val[ue] the wardrobe of my late a[un]t – seal[e]d and

direct[e]d all the ab[ov]e (let[ter] notes) at the din[ner] tab[le] and s[e]nt them off by Frank soon aft[e]r

7 – din[ner] at 6 35/.. – coff[ee] upst[ai]rs - A- [Ann] r[ea]d Fr[en]ch al[ou]d as us[ua]l – 1/2 asleep on the sofa

till 10 - then wr[ote] all the ab[ov]e of today - Booth here this morn[in]g - at Hilltop in the

aft[ernoo]n – settl[e]d - Mr. Carter h[a]s no object[io]n to the new barn and h[ou]se being in a line w[i]th his

moth[e]r’s cot[tage] and so it is to be - 2 masons (Amos and Jos[e]ph Sharpe) at the west tow[e]r –

2 d[itt]o flagg[in]g the new court – Rob[er]t Mann + 4 low[erin]g and level[in]g in front of the h[ou]se and g[o]t

the hall-cellar-drain dry out so as to drain off all the wat[e]r (6in. deep) out of the cellar –

Rob[er]t Schof[iel]d and his man Joseph help[in]g the masons at the west tow[e]r – pull[in]g d[o]wn the gard[e]n terr[a]ce

wall and dress[in]g the st[one] (Jos[e]ph w[a]s help[in]g the gard[ene]r in the morn[in]g) - the gard[ene]r and John Booth and Ch[arl]es

and Ja[me]s How[ar]th stubb[in]g up the old apple-trees in the orch[ar]d and clear[in]g the gr[ou]nd - Frank cart[in]g

st[one] for the dry arching 2 l[oa]ds rough throughs fr[om] Hipp[erholme] quarry and the rest st[one] fr[om] the gard[e]n wall –

Ch[arle]s and Ja[me]s H- [Howarth] at Hilltop all yest[erday] and Tues[day] aft[ernoo]n pull[in]g d[o]wn the old cot[tage]s and barn – Ingh[a]m + 2

men and a boy wall[in]g east parapet wall along the outside arch - 2 York joiners in the hall and 2

Hilltop cot[age]s and barn

pull[e]d d[ow]n

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Oct[obe]r

jobb[in]g as us[ua]l - the gallery all tak[e]n d[o]wn yest[erday] to the red r[oo]m and n[or]th chamb[e]r and no gett[in]g int[o] eith[e]r

b[u]t by a ladd[e]r int[o] the lit[tle] sq[uare] lobby open[in]g int[o] them - a new beam put up today for the fut[ure]

gall[er]y floor - Mark Hepw[or]th and the N[orth]g[a]te carts cart[in]g soil in front of the h[ou]se topp[i]ng up the gr[ea]t

embankm[en]t – ver[y] fine day F[ahrenheit] 32° now at 10 50/.. p.m. the 1st ti[me] this seas[o]n of being at the freez[in]g point –

my no[te]s tonight writ[ten] in the 1st pers[o]n - will n[o]t wr[it]e Miss L- [Lister] mean[in]g to ta[ke] the brevet

immed[iatel]y – No[te] fr[om] Mr. Wilkins[o]n to say comp[limen]ts and he will co[me] at 11 a.m. on Sat[urday] Mr. List[e]r

will try to co[me] tomor[row]

[radyo-kabaw]

PATAY NA ANG KAPATID KO

I am so upset about Andres Bonifacio all the time oh my god. like. I can't handle what may have been his last words being about his brother, it makes my heart ache.

Lazaro Makapagal's account of the executions of Andres and Procopio Bonifacio [quoted here]

The Philippine Revolution, Apolinario Mabini (trans. Leon Ma. Guerrero)

Warfare by ‘Pulong’ Bonifacio, Aguinaldo, and the Philippine Revolution Against Spain, Glenn Anthony May

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[bini-style]

Maloi wore these Off-White Indust Belt Socks in white during BINI’s performance at the UP Fair 2024: REV Music Festival.

[attila-werther]

dean winchester voice son of a bitch

[vintagelasvegas]

Las Vegas, 1967

Photos by Clinton Wright, photographer for Las Vegas Voice in the 60s-70s. Clinton Wright Photographs (PH-00379), UNLV Special Collections.

(1) DJ Bob Mabry at KTOO-AM 1280, the “Kool Voice of Vegas,” broadcasting from Henderson. (2) Earl’s barbershop. (3) Juanita Brewer (‘68). (4) Rev. Marion Bennett, left of center, and members of Zion Methodist Church, 2108 Revere St, North Las Vegas. (5) Carrie Hartwell, Vegas Village, 1501 Las Vegas Blvd N.

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NEOM

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Rev. Lisa j Winston

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ph. JOHN BRIGHENTI

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