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[royal-confessions]

“At this point the "hard-working" "self-made" "millionaire" "feminist-philathropist" narrative on Meghan seems like propaganda. The same sentences are repeated no-stop under every post about her, seem to have been written by BOTs. I have never seen a specific terminology used over and over again to describe a public person this way.” - Submitted by Anonymous

[tenaciouschronicler]

Misattributed Quote Retrospection

"The moon's an arrant thief, and her pale fire she snatches from the sun." -Mark Twain

This quote is actually from Shakespear's Timon of Athens, a play about Timon the philathropist who has shared all of his wealth to the point of no longer being wealthy. After that he is left with no one as they only ever really cared for his money. He then decides to go live in the woods and denounce mankind becoming jaded to wealth and companionship. It was once labeled a tragedy but is now considered a problem play.

Problem plays are characterized by their complex and ambiguous tone, which shifts violently between more straightforward comic material and dark, psychological drama. (from wikipedia)

This actually matches the tone shifts we keep experiencing. Most every page is some funny action we foist upon John or sonething to move plot along. In between we get pages that are obviously not inline with the standard, like our title page.

Also from wikipedia was this paragraph about an adaptation:

Pryce's Timon in the television version mentioned below, whose plate is explicitly shown as being perpetually unsoiled by food, and he tends to be meek and modest. This suggests a Timon who lives in the world but not of it.

This last line matches the theory I made about John and his relationship with Desolation. Again it's speculation and I highly doubt Hussie is putting this much thought into these first pages.

[aricdnes]

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

Name: Cassandra Helene de Beaumont

Title: The Dowager Countess of Leicester (formerly daughter of Baron Byron)

Referred to as: Lady Cassandra

Nickname: Cassie, Cass

Age: Thirty-Three

Gender: Cis Female

Sexual orientation: Straight

Occupation: Philathropist & Patron of the Arts

Nationality: English

Religion: Protestant

Class: Upper

Place of birth: London

Hometown: Nottinghamshire

Faceclaim: Adria Arjona (in Good Omens)

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

Height: 5'4" (160cm)

Weight: Petite

Build: Decently athletic, for a lady - she is chasing a child around constantly

Distinguishing marks: She is unmarred by the years, but has always found moles in places she is sure they were not the day before

Hair colour: Black

Hair style: Always tied up with ribbon, if she can get her hands on a matching one

Eye colour: Brown

Clothing: She loves high collars with bright colors, but is reluctant to dress in the latest fashion - as she believes it does not flatter her

Scent(s): She has always smelled of cinnamon, somehow

Accent: She's much of the same as every other english woman of status, her accent flattened out into an affect that's befitting of nobility

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

Summary: She has always tried to play the martyr, but has been unsuccessful until the past few years. Realistically, everyone knows that Cassandra is not one to be trusted: yes, she's a reformed social climber with a love story for the ages, but she's still a snake in the grass. What if they found out that none of that story she sold to the masses was true? What if they discovered that her husband's tragic death at sea was completely false? What if they found out that she's still the same as she ever was: conniving and obsessed with finding her way into a higher position, god willing.

Virtues: Individualistic, Captivating, Focused, Vicacious, Tactical

Vices: Mischievous, Selfish, Two-Faced, Deceitful, Machiavellian

Moral alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Natal chart: Taurus

(Bad) Habits: She talks through her decisions to herself, audibly, and is completely unwilling to stop her constant gossiping

Character tropes: TBA.

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

Parent(s): 

Sibling(s):

Spouse: 

Child/ren: 

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄

TBA

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

TBA

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒

TBA

[zephyros-phoenix]

Miriam (Pearl Shire) - wealthy socialite and philathropist Kwari (Silt Shire) - gemstone miner Medo (Kelp Shire) - kelp farmer Flow (Tidal Shire) - Tsushiman city guard Cantilena (Shell Shire) - opera singer

[itistimetodisappear]

hm I actually did not like the batman

[springatito-moved]

does cc!dream know what the fuck a humanitarian even is bc in this context its literally so unfitting and kinda funny

[dandremichael]

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[oimatchstickman]

Shout out to the Wicked concert on PBS showing me that all of those lyrics still live in my brain even though I’ve not listened to the show in years

[cartoon-glover]

Tiger Philanthropist

Just watched Tiger Philanthropist. Good episode. Liked how it centered around Lars and Steven, relating to the reality of change and emotional attachment to a character and Amethyst Steven's relationship as friends. It was cool, it had heart and it was food

[aricdnes]

𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭, three and thirty, philathropist, penned by 𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓫. affiliated with 𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖗𝖕.

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[bestie-enthusiast]

More botanical asks? Jasmine, snapdragon, sunflower, moonflower and baby's breath ☺️

Ooh thank you!! jasmine; what mythical creature do you wish actually existed?

Ooh tough one. maybe centaurs? It think their pretty cool. Also dragons!! snapdragon; have you ever met or seen in person a celebrity?

Yes!! Well kinda? I met the entire original cast of Be More Chill the musical after seeing it, so that was pretty cool!

sunflower; share a favorite quote

Ah, a decently easy one. "Billionare, playboy, genious, philathropist." Yes Tony Stark quote, but it means something to me personally.

moonflower; what’s your favorite color?

Currently it's wine red!

baby’s breath; what’s your hogwarts house?

This may come as a suprise to some of you, but I'm actually Slytherin!! Hiss Hiss🐍🐍

[reimaginingthemovement]

Kanan Azimov- Self-expression of the course

Central European University, School of Public Policy has provided a course called “Imagining the Movement��� for its students in the spring semester, 2021. While registering for the course, I had an abstract thinking of how art, human rights and policy making are interrelated but I was a bit doubtful about the effectiveness of the role of art in the process. The course consisted of three days by including various art activities, discussions, as well as, art projects. By the end of the day, my thoughts regarding the role of art in policy making has started to change drammatically while examining different artists and observing how their artworks have influenced people, international politics, and the process of promoting human rights protection across the world. In the first day, all discussions and presentations were based on how certain human rights and public policy issues  have been popularized by iconic public art works. We had a great discussion about how visual arts can be utilized as a form of self-expression and to better internalize one’s own human rights. Additionally, I want to highlight the importance of the last day of the course since we were covering the specific challenges that might be confronted during conveying a message through visual art works and how they are capable of shaping public opinion on human rights and public policy issues occuring in many countries. We had a group presentation on that day and while deciding on the topic of the presentation, I suggested my team to focus on humanitarian crisis in Yemen, particularly emphasizing food insecurity and conlict happenning there. We were thinking a lot in terms of finding potential methods for increasing awareness of the general public in various countries, however, it was highly challenging for us to combine art into the process of promoting economic and humanitarian assitance. Since it includes many international stakeholders, we were not sure exactly whether it is indeed possible to atract famous artists into joining our movement call. Therefore, we chose our main targets among international organizations, artists, philathropists and international audience. Before intiating the project, it was crucial to search for local artists in Yemen, who could support us in the process. Consequently, we found out a street artist in Yemen, named Haifa Subay, who was leading a group of Yemeni street artists depicting life amid the world’s worst humanitarian crisis. Her artworks on the street walls of Yemen were mainly illustrating the sufferrings of the children due to hunger and starvation. Her main message was to inform the international audience about the escalated violence and malnutrition of children who are unable to have dreams. As a project initiators, we decided to run a multimedia virtual platform that will be more effective in terms of involving local community, raising the awareness by bringing the food insecurity in Yemen into the spotlight of media. Via this platform, we aimed at collecting donations for humanitarian aid in Yemen, so it enables to exhibit both local and international artists’ works through an interactive virtual gallery. It was an open call for everyone to log in the platform and see a plethora of installations, graffiti, monuments, and zines. However, after the presentation, we also realized how it is hard to find a unique method of increasing awareness and push people’s attention to this issue. Considering the intersection of art, human rights and public policy, I conclude that there should be specific actions or guidelines regarding which contemporary method might be effective enough to target and invole more communities. Finally, I truly believe that art has a power of raising people’s voices, whose have been silenced by the governments.                

[asfaltics]

givings away

  Hawthorne was a hearty devourer of books, and in certain moods of mind it made very little difference what the volume before him happened to be. An old play or an old newspaper sometimes gave him wondrous great content, and he would ponder the sleepy, uninteresting sentences as if they contained immortal mental aliment. He once told me he found       1   givings away in some       2 gestures and beckonings, and givings away of small bunches of early violets       3 licenses, and bridesmaids, and carriages, and givings-away, and       4   (or “givings away”), a term derived from the Chinook jargon word potlatch, “to give”       5 he told me of Lamb’s “givings away”       6 the thefts, the robberies, the givings away. There was no one who would not rather have had all those things in flames       7   these givings away, as well as       8 givings away of [ ] heartsease and rue       9 here are their givings away [ ] all       10   standing there a minute And holding the thrifty man’s book of “givings-away”       11 “givings-away” in one hand, and say:       12 There are these two givings-away. What are the two?       13   across the found time between his givings away to street, or ask favors of       14 the world, with society, with the entourage consisting for him, in its most pressing form of, say, [ ] this challenge, as I have called it, in some way that will sort of meet it without givings-away. These three       15 would Two Givings-Away.       16   You know, we all make deals, I suppose, in terms of how we think about the process of our aging. It’s a series of givings away, a making       17  

sources

1 ex James T. Fields, Yesterdays with Authors (1871; 1872) : 62 (same source, different edition, for entry 6 below) 2 ex Jabez D(elano). Hammond. Life and Times of Silas Wright, Late Governor of the State of New York (Syracuse, 1848) : 552 3 ex The Daisydingle Sunday-school (Philadelphia: American Sunday-School Union, 1849) : 22 a “Sunday School Reward Book” 4 ex chapter 12, “A Compact with the Evil One” in “Stoke Dotterell; or, the Liverpool Apprentice,” in The New Monthly Magazine 105 (London, 1855) : 323 5 ex Robert Brown (1842-1895 *), The Races of Mankind : Being a Popular Description of the characteristics, manners and customs of the principal varieties of the human family. Vol. 1 (of 2; 1873) : 75 6 ex James T(homas). Fields (1817-81 *), “‘Barry Cornwall’ and some of his friends,” in Yesterdays with Authors (1871; 1879) : 359 7 ex Cicero’s oration for Sex. Roscius Amerinus, the text closely rendered and illustrated with short notes by an Oxford graduate. (Oxford, 1880) : 9 8 inscrutable OCR misread (snippet view only), Geological Survey of Canada, Report of Progress for the Year (1880?) : 119 9 OCR cross-column misread, involving reviews of two books, Sir John Lubbock, The Pleasures of Life (London, 1887) and James R(ussell). Lowell, Heartsease and Rue (London, 1888), in The Oxford Magazine (May 23, 1888) : 379 on heartsease (or wild pansy (Viola tricolor), also known as Johnny Jump up, &c, &c.) on rue (Ruta graveolens, commonly known as rue, common rue or herb-of-grace...) 10 ex statement of C. W. Bennett, in Hearings before the Committee on Territories of the United States Senate in relation to the Bill (S. 1306) for the local government of Utah Territory, and to provide for the election of certain officers in said territory. (Washington, D.C.; February 11, 1892) 155 11 ex snippet view (only), Commercial West 18 (1910) : 28 12 ex “Thrift,” by Rev. Robert J. Burdette, Pastor Emeritus Temple Baptist Church, Los Angeles, California,in “Savings Bank Section,” Proceedings of the Thirty-Sixth Annual Convention of the American Bankers’ Association... (Held at Los Angeles, California, October 3 to 7, 1910) : 535-538 13 ex “Chapter on Gifts, the thirteenth,” The Anguttara Nikāya of the Sutta Pitaka, Eka Duka and Tika Tika Nipāta; published by The London Pali Text Society in 1885; translated by Edmund Rowland Jayetilleke Gooneratne. (Galle, Ceylon, 1913) : 114 same volume, these errata — for passions read fascination for place read state read any other state for at least read not after cut read off for into read after for does read does not omit, by after blind read man after sandal read wood for error read ignorance after Him insert a full stop 14 ex “In North Carolina’s Calcium Light” (series), Robert Lilly Gray (1877-1945?), “‘Jule’ Carr, the Man—A Pen Picture,” in Sky-land 1:7 (April 1914) : 401-406 a literary magazine promoting a vision of “white” culture and civilization; Julian Shakespeare Carr (1845-1924), was a North Carolina industrialist, philathropist, and Ku Klux Klan supporter; aided (the Methodist and Quaker affiliated) Trinity College, that would become Duke University on Carr’s land in Durham. (much) more at wikipedia aside — it may be that usage of the expression “Sky-land” to denote that region of western North Carolina originated in a travel sketch entitled Land of the Sky (1876) by Christian Reid (1846-1920 *); her characterization was subsequently used to advertise a railroad extension to the area. 15 Henry James, The Ivory Tower (unfinished novel; 1917) : 330 16 OCR cross-column misread/jump, at “Crowns Coronets Courtiers” in The Sketch : A Journal of Art and Actuality 104 (October 9, 1918) :40 weekly magazine, devoted to “high society and the aristocracy” during the years 1893-1959 (wikipedia) list of issues available via hathitrust 17 ex Mark Singer, “David Milch’s Third Act — Despite what dementia has stolen from the cerebral creator of “Deadwood,” it has given his work a new sense of urgency.” The New Yorker (May 27, 2019 issue) : here full passage — “You know, we all make deals, I suppose, in terms of how we think about the process of our aging. It’s a series of givings away, a making peace with givings away. I had thought, as many or most people do, that I was in an earlier stage of givings away than it turns out I am. It’s kind of a relentless series of adjustments to what you can do, in particular the way you can’t think any longer. Your inability to sustain a continuity of focus. And those are accumulated deletions of ability. And you adjust—you’d better adjust, or you adjust whether you want to or not.”  

[aforrestofstuff]

Tanktop Master Headcanon #4

He came from a little bit of an impoverished background. So, once he gained notoriety as a hero and started to make big money, he immediately gave back to his community. There’s a school, a park, and a bench named after him.

He’s been voted the Hero Association’s number one philathropist even though most of his money comes from sponsorships and appearances (the Association is stingy as fuck with pay). He’s a little awkward but still very sociable so he’s not opposed to interviews and talk shows.

The rest of the gang follow his example and donate to charity often despite making a lot less money than he does. He’s even put in place a donation quota that everyone has to meet each month. Whenever one of them has financial troubles, he’s always the first to pitch in and help them out no questions asked, even denying payback.

[trickshxt]

plotted starter for @grimoireweavers​ (tony!)

It’s quieter than he thought it would be; the tower. A monolithic symbol altering the skyline, pointedly obvious from near anywhere in the city, a statement boldly made with neon and steel and arc reactor energy pulsing in the night. He’d stood outside it long ago and looked up. Felt the wash of cyan over his face and wondered what was wrong with him that hope hadn’t worked.

Now, however, he stood within and felt the silence entomb him.

No expense may have been spared, but everything seemed to be given without a hand to receive. Rooms left empty. Labs quiet. Hallways cavernous. And save for the hours that saw activity, after those? It felt cold.

He’d attributed it, at first, to himself. Barton wasn’t a name (not even his, technically, sort of, right now at least) that fit within the clean lines and modern furnishings. Calloused hands caught on fancy fabrics and smoke clung to him like stubborn dust. Settling in the folds and reminding him even as he stood looking out the floor to ceiling windows that such places weren’t his. He was a man of the streets, a man of dark corners and dingy alleys. Meant to be lost among the sea of people all looking to simply get by. (His nose ached with that reminder.)

This, however...this was not his domain. An ivory tower meant for the one he was currently ambling to meet. Feet dragging as he ran the rose quartz tucked neatly into his pocket over and over and over his fingers. Worrying a new groove into the side.

The assignment had been so simple on paper. Suspiciously so; black chunks of markered out sentences, entire paragraphs, leering up at him in taunt as he’d listened to the briefing. Keep an eye on a high profile personality. Scope things out. Report inconsistencies, unusual behavior, oddities outside of the realm of norm. (Ha, what was normal these days anyway?) 

Why him, he’d asked.

But they hadn’t said. A look passing between handlers and he’d felt the chill then. A connection they weren’t saying. Something being twisted behind the scenes. And he’d felt his stomach drop because how many times had he been the one to pay?

It’d become more obvious when he’d arrived.

Eyes. How many times had he said he wasn’t his brother; but the lie was rarely bought. Assumptions made and, admittedly, they weren’t entirely too far off in some regards. They’d both been born to scrabble. To make do and adapt. And they had, they had.

But the proximity was close for his liking and while Tony Stark was known to most of the world he’d only had a handful of assumptions to go with. Playboy. Billionaire. Genius. Philathropist. All titles he’d seen in the hastily done research that night and yet none of it replaced the gut instinct that had settled in: nothing like me.

Towers were for those who’d never needed to tread water. And he felt, very much so, that he was doing just that. Barely breathing among a turbulent tide of a personality so overwhelming his head reeled just from keeping up.

The man talked to talk. Or, so he’d thought, until he’d realized that silence was as much a weapon as noise. Words spilling from Tony Stark’s mouth in a tide until something gave. Watching, as he’d come to do a lot of lately, as Tony’s mouth twitched just so and he moved in for the kill. A joke, a comment, a take down, a compliment. Flipping switches that motivated and massacred alike.

Hands always busy, was something else he’d noticed. Twitching, tapping, tinkering, tooling. He’d heard, once, a long time ago, about threads that tie and at times he felt as if Tony Stark could see that which most couldn’t. Finding pieces and bringing them together. Unwraveling a knot late into the night and smiling at his own cleverness.

He’d almost think the man insane if not for the way that those moments rippled. Sometimes large. Sometimes small. Always whispered about in the halls and causing the man’s own shadow to grow.

How long, he wondered, until he was eclipsed by himself?

Inclination had him, admittedly, unwilling to see more than he’d assumed. But experience he found often trumped such predlicetions. And he found himself watching closer with each day. Noting the space the man kept around himself, so firmly defined even with others. Chaos wielded with the cleverness of a clown.

(Wasn’t that how the man was sometimes seen? Maybe that was the point?)

Every easy observation came with more uncertainty. And by the time he found himself summoned - much to Happy’s chagrin - to the private lab even he wasn’t entirely sure how to react. Carefully keeping his own face cool as he stepped out into rock music and soft lighting.

His hand itched for a cigarette, though he found the man easily enough. Shoulders hunched over something, gaze unwavering. Back to him. (Though even he wasn’t stupid enough to call that trust.) 

He hesitated for a long moment. “You asked for me?”