#sgt macdonald

[yellow-submazine]

John Lennon Paper Doll (part 1)

One of the larger projects @the-paper-apricot worked on for the zine was a paper doll of John. We planned to include photos of the finished doll, and a printable pattern so you could make your own! (We’ll upload the printable version soon). We chatted a lot about the artistic merit of the project, and we planned to include a short essay on the ideas we discussed.

That essay was never written, but here are the main points we wanted to include:

Cutting out and dressing paper dolls is traditionally seen as an activity for girls. As such they are treated as frivolous and lacking substance. There is an interesting interplay between this and the idea that the Beatles were discovered by, and beloved of, young girls before they were ever taken seriously by adult men (this is hyperbole, but you know what we mean)

An early title for the White Album was A Doll’s House (mentioned by Ian MacDonald in Revolution in the Head), inspired by the Ibsen play of the same name. In the play Nora tells her husband: “And you have always been so kind to me. But our home has been nothing but a playroom. I have been your doll-wife, just as at home I was papa’s doll-child; and here the children have been my dolls.” Perhaps the Beatles felt that they had been someone’s playthings.

Andy Warhol played with paper dolls, a fact which we thought added something to the discussion about gender. From an interview with Glenn O’Brien in 1977: GLENN O’BRIEN: What was your first work of art? ANDY WARHOL: I used to cut out paper dolls.

John was interested in his own relationship with gender. "I look at early pictures of meself, and I was torn between being Marlon Brando and being the sensitive poet - the Oscar Wilde part of me with the velvet, feminine side. I was always torn between the two, mainly opting for the macho side, because if you showed the other side, you were dead." John Lennon - 'The Last Rolling Stone Interview' By Jonathan Cott, Rolling Stone Magazine 1980

Tony Bramwell referred to Brian Epstein's home as "that little doll’s house" in his book, although that view wasn't necessarily shared by any of the Beatles.

We were going to make a comparison with the sleeve artwork for Sgt. Pepper, and especially with the insert sheet of cardboard cut-outs that came with it. See https://www.the-paulmccartney-project.com/1967/03/designing-the-packaging-for-sgt-peppers-lonely-hearts-club-band/  for more on the cover and cut-outs

The idea that the stand-up cut-outs of the band should help the fans take part in the project of Sgt. Pepper as an art ‘event’ seemed especially pertinent.

@the-paper-apricot began work on this doll last spring, shortly after beginning her paper doll pop project. 

In part 2 we'll share some photos of the finished doll, and part 3 will include a paper doll of John and patterns of his outfits that you can print and cut out! ✂️

[holmesillustrations]

Vote for your favourite, the top 9 will proceed in the bracket. Since theyre all different shapes and sizes, make sure to click into the full views!

Paget Eliminations

Other Artist Eliminations

Full captions and details for each illustration below the cut:

"He examined with his glass the word upon the wall, going over every letter of it with the most minute exactness." DH Friston, A Study in Scarlet (Beeton's Christmas Annual 1887) Characters L-R: Watson, Holmes, Lestrade, Gregson

"The man, with a convulsive effort, tore the plaster from his lips." WH Hyde, The Greek Interpreter (Harper's Weekly) Characters: Sophy Kratides, Latimer and his associate, Paul Kratides, Mr Melas

"There was a sort of sulky defiance in her eyes." FD Steele, The Norwood Builder (Collier's) Characters: Mrs Lexington (Oldacre's housekeeper)

"It was a dog-grate, Mr Holmes, and he overpitched it. I picked this out unburned from the back of it." Arthur Twidle, Wisteria Lodge (The Strand) Characters: Watson, Holmes, John Eccles, Gregson, Insp. Baynes

"They bundled him into a cab that was beside the kerb" HM Brock, Red Circle (The Strand) Characters: Mr Warren and his attackers

"Holmes examined the stone ledge and the grass border beyond it." Frank Wiles, Valley of Fear (The Strand) Characters: Holmes

"For an instant i could have sworn that the faintest shadow of a smile flickered over the woman's lips." Arthur Keller, Valley of Fear (1915 US Novel) Characters: Mrs Douglas, Cecil Barker, White Mason, Holmes, Insp MacDonald

"Holmes was kneeling beside the stonework, and a joyous cry showed that he had found what he expected." Alfred Gilbert, Thor Bridge (The Strand) Characters: Holmes, Watson, Sgt Coventry

"It only needs one more Garrideb — and surely we can find one." JR Flanagan, Three Garridebs (Collier's) Characters: Nathan Garrideb

"See here, Mr. Holmes, you keep your hands out of other folks' business." HK Elcock, Three Gables (The Strand) Characters: Watson, Steve Dixie, Holmes

" 'Cut out the poetry, Watson,' said Holmes severely." Frank Wiles, Retired Colourman (The Strand) Characters: Watson, Holmes

" 'If this is a joke, sir, it is a very questionable one,' said the vicar angrily." Frank Wiles, Retired Colourman (The Strand) Characters: Vicar, Josiah Amberley, Watson

[autistpride]

How many of these famous autists do you recognize? And this isn't even a complete list!

So many amazing wonderful people are autistic. I will never understand why people hate us so much.

Actors/actresses/entertainment:

Chloe Hayden

Talia Grant

Rachel Barcellona

Sir Anthony Hopkins

Dan Akroyd

David Byrne

Darryl Hannah

Courtney Love

Jerry Seinfeld

Roseanne Barr

Jennifer Cook

Chuggaaconroy

Stephanie Davis

Rick Glassman

Paula Hamilton

Dan Harmon

Paige Layle

Matthew Labyorteaux

Wentworth Miller

Desi Napoles

Freddie Odom Jr

Kim Peek

Sue Ann Pien

Henry Rodriguez

Scott Steindorff

Ian Terry

Tara Palmer -Tomkinson

Albert Rutecki

Billy West

Alexis Wineman- Miss America contestant

Athletes:

Jessica- Jane Applegate

Michael Brannigan

David Campion

Brenna Clark

Ulysse Delsaux

Tommy Dis Brisay

Jim Eisenreich

Todd Hodgetts

John Howard

Anthony Ianni

Lisa Llorens

Clay Matzo

Frankie Macdonald

Jason McElwain

Chris Morgan

Max Park

Cody Ware

Amani Williams

Samuel Von Einem

Musicians:

Susan Boyle

Elizabeth Ibby Grace

David Byrne

Johnny Dean

Tony DeBlois

Christopher Dufley

Jody Dipiazza

Pertti Kurikka

James Jagow

Ladyhawke

Kodi Lee

Left at London

Red Lewis Clark

Abz Love

Thristan Mendoza

Heidi Mortenson

Hikari Oe

Matt Savage

Graham Sierota

SpaceGhostPurp

Mark Tinley

Donald Triplett

Aleksander Vinter

Comedians:

Hannah Gatsby

Robert White

Bethany Black

Scientists/inventors/mathematians/Researchers:

Damian Milton

Bram Cohen

Michelle Dawson

Carl Sagan

Writers:

Neil Gaimen

Mel Bags

Kage Baker

Amy Swequenza

M. Remi Yergeau

Sean Barron

Lydia X Z Brown

Matt Burning

Dani Bowman

Nicole Cliffe

Laura Kate Dale

Aoife Dooley

Corrine Duyvus

Marianne Eloise

Jory Flemming

Temple Grandin

John R Hall

Naomi Higashida

Helan Hoang

Liane Holliday Willey

Luke Jackson

Rosie King

Thomas A McKean

Johnathan Mitchell

Jack Monroe

Caiseal Mor

Morenike Giwa- Onaiwu

Jasmine O'Neill

Brant Page Hanson

Dawn Prince-Hughs

Sue Robin

Stephen Shore

Andreas Souvitos

Sarah Stup

Susanna Tamaro

Chuck Tingle

Donna Williams

Leaders:

Julia Bascom

Ari Ne'eman

Sarah Marie Acevedo

Sharon Davenport

Joshua Collins

Conner Cummings

Kevin Healy

Poom Jenson

Amy Knight

Jared O'Mara

David Nelson

Shaun Neumeier

Master Sgt. Shale Norwitz

Jim Sinclair

Judy Singer

Dr. Vernon Smith

Artists:

Miina Akkijjyrkka

Danny Beath

Deborah Berger

Larry John Bissonnette

Patrick Francis

Goby

Jorge Gutierrez

Lina Long

Johnathan Lerman

Julian Martin

Haley Moss

Morgan Harper Nichols

Tim Sharp

Gilles Tehin

Willem Van Genk

Richard Wawro

Poets:

David Eastham

Christopher Knowles

David Miedzianik

Henriette Seth F

[faccal]

Sarah Heartiby (cod) | Royal Heartiby (cod) | Queen Alondrez (original)

Princess Auryn Peossessan (original) | Cpt Adam Shepherd (cod)

Sgt Scotty MacDonald (cod) | Celia MacTavish (cod) | Prince Koel (D&D and BG3)

I was tagged by the awesome @simonxriley to use this picrew. I realized too late that people only did a few for these, but I got carried away. Oops.

I had a blast doing this though, so thank you for tagging me! I'm not sure who all has OCs, but I'm gonna tag @samithemunchkin @tokillamockingbird427 and anyone else who wants to do it.

[allthecanadianpolitics]

The BC Prosecution Service said in a statement Wednesday that constables Paul Ste-Marie and Jean Francois Monette have been charged with manslaughter.

Sgt. Jon Eusebio Cruz and constables Arthur Dalman and Clarence MacDonald are accused of attempting to obstruct justice.

Dale Culver, 35, an Indigenous man from the Gitxsan and Wet'suwet'en Nations, was arrested in Prince George on July 18, 2017.

An RCMP release from the time says police received a report about a man casing vehicles and found a suspect who tried to flee on a bicycle.

B.C.'s police watchdog, the Independent Investigations Office, investigated the death and sent a recommendation of charges to the prosecution service in May 2020.

A report from the investigations office said there was a struggle when police tried to take the man into custody, other officers were called and pepper spray was used. Officers noticed the man appeared to have trouble breathing before he died while in police custody, the report said.

Following Culver's death, the BC Civil Liberties Association said it was aware of reports from eyewitnesses that Culver “was taken forcibly to the ground by RCMP members immediately after exiting a liquor store, apparently unprovoked.”

The association said there were “troubling allegations” that RCMP members told witnesses to delete cellphone video that they had taken.

“This would provide a strong basis on which to question the accuracy of certain RCMP members' statements to investigators and notes, as well as RCMP public statements,” the association wrote in a 2018 letter to the chairperson of the civilian review and complaints commission for the RCMP.

[kwebtv]

Season 1 Episode 12

Gunslinger - New Savannah - CBS - May 18, 1961

Western

Running Time: 60 minutes

Written by True Boardman

Produced by Seeleg Lester

Directed by Harmon Jones

Stars:

Tony Young as Cord

Preston Foster as Captain Zachary Wingate

Charles Gray as Pico McGuire

John M. Pickard as Sgt. Major Murdock

Jim Davis as Jeb Crane

Dorothy Green as Ella St. Clair

Ron Hagerthy as Phil Nevis

Frank de Kova as Don Ignacio Alesandro

William Vaughan as Bart Myrick

Otto Waldis as Hans Kroeger

Miguel Landa as Raul

Anne Helm as Ruth St. Clair

Kenneth MacDonald as Sheriff Ed Harkness

Ralph Moody as Land Agent Cartwright

[penaltybox14]

For the record, @dying-redshirt-noises, this is saved as “peteexistentialcrisis.rtf”

Pete thinks that Mac is worried about him.

Scratch that: he knows Mac is worried.  It's scrawled on his face, it's boldface in the set of his shoulders, it's in the way he falters when he speaks like he doesn't know what to say.

Because of course, he doesn't.  He'll say, Pete, how're you holding up?  And Pete will say he's holding up, but not that he's okay, because that's a lie and they both know it: it's why Mac doesn't ask.  Are you okay?  What kind of a question is that?  

Are you okay, Pete?

I dunno, Mac, you gave me a kid to look after and I let him get half his heart blown out his back, probably still little wriggly bits of it stuck to that walkway, maybe gurgling inside some worm, think about it, a hundred thousand tiny bits of Tommy in a hundred thousand tiny worms, turning into dirt as we speak.  

Mac's not stupid, and more, Mac's known him the whole time he's been on the force.  If they were brothers, if they were the sons of the city and causing a ruckus at her concrete knees, under her smoggy, star-fastened apron, Mac would be the middle child of the lot: even-tempered and gentle, every family's peacemaker.  Two months out of the academy with his ears still ringing from instruction, his heart still pumped fire in his fists more often than not, his mouth always writing checks his ass could only half the time cash.  That was when the lieutenant got tired of typing his name into reports and Pete got tired of signing them and sitting at a desk like a boy who'd been grounded - that was when the lieutenant got tired of him and dumped him with Mac for a partner.  

If they weren't brothers, they did a pretty good impression.  Mac almost always found a way to reel him in, and the rest of the time let him smart from his own mistakes.  Mac figured out he'd never really wanted to fight, but even a loyal kid was dogmeat if he let slip he might prefer to end the fight before it started.

It doesn't have to be like that, Mac had said to him.  They were taking seven up on Mulholland, watching the night-time city flicker and pulse, neon taco-stands beside living rooms lit up in television blue, taillights like morse code along the avenues and boulevards.  It was cooler at night, and angle of the hillside.  They had burgers and cokes from a roadside stand, and the reeking asphalt seemed to be the only barrier between the city and the rest of the wild world.

"You can't go singlehandedly make war on the whole city, Pete."

"Why not?" Young, and scoffing around a burger.

"For one thing, the city doesn't deserve it.  Not everybody's a bad guy, Pete.  Not even every crook's a troll waiting under the bridge."

"How'm I supposed to know?"

"Pretty sure those x-rays County Receiving took last week showed a brain bouncing around in your thick skull, so use it, maybe."

He could've fought Mac for that.  It was in his nature, then.  It would have soothed his pride.  But Mac was right, wasn't he?  Pride healed up, and pride was a foolish reason to wrestle every alligator he could spot or thought he could.

"Cause you're so smart," he said, not quite willing to concede.  Looking at the city, where dealers were palming off their goods, where hookers were plying their trade.  Where burger joints blazed, and juke boxes shook themselves off the wall to dance.  Children in bed, babies waking in the dark and crying.  Arms that cradled, arms that cocked back to strike.  Their own radio sputtering out calls, call-signs, the soft, patient, unperturbed voice of the dispatcher, cool and clean and above it all.

"Well," Mac had said.  "I might've made a couple B's in my time.  I can even count to twenty without taking my shoes off."

Mac had made him laugh.  No one else had managed that in close to eight weeks.  Mac's dark chuckle and his blue eyes, very young and creased with mirth, the photographs of his children in his wallet worn pale at the edges.  Mac, like an anchor, reminded not of all the good and decent things in the city, but the will to protect them.  And the wisdom to do it without busting his knuckles up and getting called in, time and again.

God knows he never would've said it aloud, but when they dropped Tommy Parker on him with his fresh-shaved face still raw and reeking of old-spice, his throat too slim and ardent for his uniform, he buckled his belt and counted to ten facing the dark peace of his locker and thought about all the praying he'd followed as a kid in church, all the words his mouth had formed without understanding, and he prayed - a true and honest wanting prayer - to remember to be, for Tom, what Mac was for him.  He breathed the metal smell, and tucked the prayer away like a promise, somewhere against his ribs, where his heart pushed against it with every beat.

It was so good, that time, that short, wrenching time.  It was so good, and Tommy got into trouble but only a little, and his mistakes were his own penance, and Pete forgave them and pushed him, just a little bit harder, each day.  Tommy's wife was a pretty girl from Bakersfield, with dark wavy hair and a turned-up nose, and he carried a photograph of her in his wallet, a little bit blurred, as if the photographer had been too excited to hold the camera still - a pretty girl with her hair down, and a baby in her arms with the same turned-up nose.  Tommy wanted to invite him for dinner, wanted him to meet the baby.  Pete was not so sure.  Babies were small and fragile things, he thought.  Best left with their parents.

"Nah," Tommy laughed.  "Nah, turns out they're pretty spongy, honest.  You prop her head up and she'll be fine.  She likes everyone."

He thinks of Tommy's earnest grin, and the photograph, and his wife, and his baby, and the blood, and the way his shirt from that night is folded up in his closet because he can't look at it, and he can't bring it to the cleaners, and he can't think of his partner and not want to scream and scream and scream.

[iloveitxwhenaplanxcomestogether]

[longforyesterday]

McCartney’s first post-‘Get Back’ composition reflects the upheavals of February 1969. The Beatles’ fall-out over money provided a metaphor for their dissolving personal relationships, each harbouring an aggrieved sense of being owed something he was no longer getting. In McCartney’s case, the others’ beef was that his middle-class reflex of adopting a diplomatic face served to repress his emotions, leaving him with little idea of how they felt. While there was justice in this, it was equally true that without his get-up-and-go, prolific ideas, and organisational gifts, The Beatles would have collapsed after Sgt. Pepper (possibly even before it). While McCartney was lecturing them about how to play their instruments, it was all too easy to forget that he had strong feelings for them and was vulnerable to their dry sniping. The Beatles meant more to him than to Lennon and Harrison, who, tired of pop artifice, were inclining towards rock with its wider opportunities for self-expression (and self-indulgence). […] Acting as both The Beatles’ musical director and a stand-in manager for them during their final three years, McCartney was deeply shaken when the others drafted in the streetfighting Allen Klein to claw their finances back into shape. Only ‘Dear Friend’, his song of shocked hurt at Lennon’s venomous post-Beatles attacks on him, conveys a sadder reproach than the opening verses of You Never Give Me Your Money in which, a year ahead of Lennon, he acknowledges that the dream is over. To anyone who loves The Beatles, the bittersweet nostalgia of this music is hard to hear without a tear in the eye. Here, an entire era - the idealistic, innocent Sixties - is bravely bidden farewell. Having regretted this loss, the song shows us what it was all about in a quick kaleidoscopic resumé of the group’s ambiguous blend of sadness, subversive laughter, and resolute optimism. Everything hangs on the words ‘nowhere to go’, arrived at ruefully but instantly spun round and seen from the other side: as freedom, as opportunity. The Beatles’ future may be gone, but McCartney is determined to salvage their spirit, and that of the Sixties, for his future. You Never Give Me Your Money marks the psychological opening of his solo career.

Ian MacDonald, Revolution In The Head

[no-reply95]

"Like Martin and Lewisohn, MacDonald's conclusions disagreed with the Lennon Remembers and Shout! narratives. He did not anoint either Lennon or McCartney as the superior genius but instead emphasised the complementarity of their differences: "The two represent a classic clash between truth and beauty." While repeating the accepted wisdom that they rarely wrote together - "their partnership was a fiction" - MacDonald maintained that the men's collaboration and competition drove the band's genius. "Their creative proximity generated the electric atmosphere of fraternal competition which was the secret of the Beatles' extraordinary ability to better themselves." He noted the fluctuations of productivity between them, identifying Lennon's high point during the band's early era and particularly on A Hard Day's Night: "McCartney had fallen far behind Lennon in output... Lennon's album material too had become deeper, more original and more varied... unless McCartney woke up, he risked losing equal status in the partnership." Lennon had dated McCartney's creative dominance to 1967's Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band: in The Complete Beatles Recording Sessions Lewisohn pinpointed it to 1966's Revolver. MacDonald argued it began in fall 1965 when what was primarily McCartney's A-side song "We Can Work It Out" outsold Lennon's A-side "Day Tripper." "Lennon must have sensed that his era of dominance... was over. From now on his partner would be in the ascendant not only as a songwriter but also as instrumentalist, arranger, producer and de facto musical director of the Beatles." By identifying this shift in the Lennon/McCartney songwriting partnership, MacDonald rejected one of the key planks of the Shout! thesis, which depicted Lennon as the band's dominant artistic force for almost the entirety of its existence."

Erin Torkelson Weber, The Beatles and the Historians

[annecoulmanross]

A Neko Case Song for (not quite) Every Character from The Terror

In the long tradition of “songs for nearly every character from the terror” that began with Vanishing Act by the brilliant @saintssebastian​ and continued with my Ballroom Thieves insanity, today I give you – Neko Case songs, feat. spectacular selections for Crozier, Silna, and Hickey by the lovely @paramaline​ who also generously encouraged my song choices and decisions to include the women “at the edges” of the terror-story, including those like Esther Blanky, whom I’ve come to know through @thomasblanky and Sarah Hartnell, whom I’ve met through @radiojamming as well as my own beloved Louisa Capper Coningham (Fitz’s Aunt Louisa) and Lady Ann(e) Ross. 

Franklin – Polar Nettles

The force field round her frosty hips Whose shape recalls the wicked spade That buried him

Crozier – Middle Cyclone

Can’t scrape together quite enough To ride the bus to the outskirts Of the fact that I need love

Fitzjames – Winnie

I'm here to tell you a story, I'm here to tell you a lie My poetry's weak and I know it I was drop dead sad and crazy sometimes So I fucked off, wayward cannon to the sea

Blanky – Never Turn Your Back on Mother Earth

I'll admit I was unfaithful From now I'll be more faithful Never turn your back on mother earth

Esther Blanky – A Widow’s Toast

Specters move like pilot flames Their widows toast at St. Angel Better times collide with now

Bridgens – I Missed the Point

And I'm sorry, I'm so sorry That I missed the point of this pageantry But I'm grateful that you love me

Peglar – Stinging Velvet

Sing please, rock me to sleep Quiet as a canyon Up under heaven's eaves

Silna – Hell-On

But you'll not be my master, you’re barely my guest You don't have permission to take any pictures Be careful of the natural world

Goodsir – Magpie to the Morning

I'm on a top secret mission A Cousteau expedition To find a diamond at the bottom of the drain

David Young – Maybe Sparrow

Maybe sparrow, you should wait You'll never pass beyond the gate If you don't hear my warning

Gibson – Dirty Knife

And the blood runs crazy with giant strides And the woodsman failed to breech those fangs in time So they dragged him through the underbrush Wearing three winter coats and a dirty knife

Hickey – People Got a Lotta Nerve

But I'm a man man man man man man man eater But still you're surprised when I eat ya

Jopson – The Next Time You Say “Forever”

The next time you say "forever," I will punch you in your face Just because you don't believe it doesn't mean I didn't mean it You never know when I’ll show you the never

Little – I Wish I Was the Moon

How will you know if you found me at last? 'Cause I'll be the one, be the one, be the one With my heart in my lap – I'm so tired, I'm so tired

Hodgson – Ragtime

The sound that lures me, it says, "Don't you hurry Don't you worry, kid, we'll be seeing you We'll see you when you're ready."

Irving – Afraid

Confuse your hunger Capture the fake Banish the faceless Reward your grace

Gore – Hold On, Hold On

That echo chorus lied to me with its "Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on"

Le Vesconte – Guided By Wire

In life you learn from someone else That you can only trust yourself And sometimes that is still too much to want

Fairholme – Don’t Forget Me

In the wintertime keep your feet warm But keep your clothes on and don't forget me Keep your memories

T. Hartnell – I’m An Animal

And yes, there are things that I'm still so afraid of But my courage is roaring like the sound of the sun 'Cause it's vain about its mane and will reveal them to no one

J. Hartnell – Lion’s Jaws

Now they meddling sky and my snowy eye Sees a different night The night I fell into the lion's jaws

Sarah Hartnell (née Friar), mother of John and Thomas – Halls of Sarah

A childless widow of a nation You cry like guns across the water Yet we expect you to bring springtime, it isn't fair Searchlights wither in your hair

Sgt. Tozer – At Last

I can say that I've lived here in honor and danger But I'm just an animal and cannot explain a life Down this chain of days, I wished to stay among my people Relation now means nothing, having chosen so defined

Des Voeux – Deep Red Bells

Where does this mean world cast its cold eye? Who's left to suffer long about you? Does your soul cast about like an old paper bag Past empty lots and early graves?

Dr. MacDonald – Twist the Knife

Tenderly, tenderly, please take my breath from me Into the fountain and up from the graves Tearfully, joyfully, burn what is left of me

Dr. Stanley – Gumball Blue

But you come back for me Sometimes only for your own peace of mind Sometimes where there's smoke There's just a smoke machine, honey

Collins – Bad Luck

Are you tired of things going right? Things going wrong? Tired of trying to make everyone happy?

Orren – My Uncle’s Navy

In the tarpit sea memories wear thick coats The kind that pull you down But in refusing to drown You're choked into the shape of a sailor

Morfin – City Swans

I try to slip the marching clock But centipedes invade my thoughts Without free will, I heel and I go

J.C. Ross – Fox Confessor Brings the Flood

Will I ever see you again? Will there be no one above me to put my faith in? I flooded my sleeves as I drove home again

Ann(e) Ross – Oracle of the Maritimes

I planned a dream inside a dream with your uncle I asked him how to tell you how much I could love you ‘Cause I’ve never been so sure of anything

Fitzjames’s Aunt Louisa – Last Lion of Albion

Last lion of Albion Last tiger of Tasmania The last she-wolf to suckle Rome

Lady Franklin – Calling Cards

Singing, "We'll all be together Even when we're not together With our arms around each other With our faith still in each other"

S. Cracroft – Where Did I Leave That Fire

A chill ran through me and I grabbed on tight That was when I left my body for good And I shook off all the strength I'd earned

[usafphantom2]

Friday the 13th' was one of the most successful RAF bombers of the war. She finished with a 128 missions to her credit, and was placed in Oxford Street, London (in front of Lewis's department store) so people could visit her.

The bombs on the nose white ones represented missions flown during daylight hours and the yellow ones were for those flown in the dark.

The Name:

This plane got its unusual name after 158 Squadron had lost seven Halifax aircraft in succession with the registration letter F. When Halifax LV907 was delivered to the Squadron, it also bore this ‘unlucky’ letter and was given to the charge of Pilot Officer Smith “Smithy”, and his crew. They decided to break this jinx by giving the aircraft its ‘unlucky’ title.”

Smithy in his characteristic ‘stuff and nonsense’ attitude to this fear, decided to break this jinx, by giving the aircraft its name, along with the decals of the Grim Reaper and an upside down horseshoe, which he painted on. It is even noted that an open ladder had been painted above the crew entry hatch, which they would have to pass under to board the aircraft, but it was deemed this would be taking things too far and its removal was ordered.

Over the years, several accounts of the naming of the aircraft have given the name of one Clifford MacDonald as the person who named “Friday the 13th”. But it transpires, quite incredibly, that they were one and the same person! “Smithy” had married, and unusually, taken his wife’s surname. So Clifford Smith became known as Clifford MacDonald

The Crew that named the plane below are

L – R (REAR): Ronald Clarkson, Rodney Neary, Keith Smith, Clifford Smith(Macdonald),

Eric King, Harold King, Jack Goff

Front: Mick Miller (Engine Fitter), Sgt. Tom Daly (NCO i/c), F/Sgt. Cartwright

[holmesillustrations]

Vote for your favourite, the top 9 will proceed in the bracket. Since theyre all different shapes and sizes, make sure to click into the full views!

Paget Eliminations / Other Artist Eliminations

Full captions and details for each illustration below the cut:

"He was crouching over a fire, and the room was like an oven." W.H. Hyde, Crooked Man (Harper’s Weekly) Characters: Henry Wood

"A mass of documents, which we went over together." FD Steele, Norwood Builder (Collier’s) Characters: John Hector McFarlane, Jonas Oldacre

"Daulat Ras." FD Steele, Three Students (Collier’s) Characters: Daulat Ras

[no caption, and i cant figure out what scene this is meant to be] FD Steele, Wisteria Lodge (Collier’s) Characters: ???

"He sprang forward with clenched hands towards my companion." Gilbert Holiday, Devil's Foot (The Strand) Characters: Holmes, Leon Sterndale

"The inspector was staring with a look of absolute amazement at a paper upon the table. It was the sheet upom which i had scrawled the enigmatic message." Frank Wiles, Valley of Fear (The Strand) Characters: Watson, Insp. MacDonald, Holmes

"Then, with a sudden shivering of glass, a bristle of glistening rifle-barrels broke through each window, whilst the curtains were torn from their hangings." Frank Wiles, Valley of Fear (The Strand) Characters: Scowrers, Douglas/McMurdo

"It took some violence to do that," said Holmes, gazing at the chip on the ledge. With his cane he struck." Alfred Gilbert, Thor Bridge (The Strand) Characters: Sgt Coventry, Watson, Holmes

"Holmes, with that quick curiosity which sprang from his eager mind, examined the collection of South American utensils. When he turned away his eyes were full of thoughts." WT Benda, Sussex Vampire (Hearst’s International) Characters: Robert Ferguson, Holmes

"His air of romance and mystery put the whole sex at his mercy." JR Flanagan, Illustrious Client (Collier’s) Characters: Baron Gruner

"Holmes flung open the door and dragged in a gaunt woman, whom he had seized by the shoulder." FD Steele, Three Gables (Liberty) Characters: Susan Stockdale, Holmes

"He tore up one of his wife's photographs in my presence. 'I never wish to see her damned face again!' he shrieked." FD Steele, Retired Colourman (Liberty) Characters: Josiah Amberley, Watson

[thefreethoughtprojectcom]

​When police treat citizens like this over minor infractions you'd think it would be obvious why people don't trust cops!

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Koel (D&D) | Princess Auryn Peossessan (Original)

Queen Alondrez (Original) | Sgt Scott(y) MacDonald (cod)

Cpt Adam Shepherd (cod) | Ryn (Original/D&D)

I was tagged by the wonderful @simonxriley to use this adorable picrew to make some of my ocs. I had a lot of fun, and I threw in one I made years ago but never did much for her. She was an NPC for a campaign I was running but we never got to her and I missed her.

I don't have many people to tag, but I'm gonna tag @samithemunchkin @tokillamockingbird427 @alidravana and anyone else who wants to partake! It's always fun seeing other people's OCs.

[protectblackchildren]

A stunning new video released by a judge at a constable’s trial has shown a Canadian police officer violently slamming a handcuffed woman into the ground face-first. According to local reports, Monday, provincial court Judge Michelle Christopher agreed to release the video to the media of the 2017 arrest

There’s only one type of sound when somebody’s bone hits the floor and that’s what I heard,” Staff Sgt. Gordon Macdonald, who was the commanding officer at the APU, testified while recalling how Dunn slammed the handcuffed woman face-first onto the ground in a “judo-style throw.”

“I advised him that it was the worst use of force that I had seen,” said Macdonald....

CPS confirms that while Dunn was suspended with pay for a year after he was charged, he has since been brought back for an administrative role with the service.