d2d-engineers

[diioonysus]

"There are people who have money and people who are rich."

[bapydemonprincess]

☹️

[erikahenningsen]

The problem with American politics is that nobody's making truly weird campaign ads anymore

[joomju]

Herman Benson was expelled from school in 1933 for participating in anti-war protests. He moved to Detroit, and eventually moved back to New York. His first attempt at post secondary failed, and his first attempt to start a life in a new city away from home failed. None of this stopped Herman for long.

He had a career as a machinist that spanned 20 years, and was a leader in the union democracy movement for over 60 years.

He went back to school at the age of 60 to get his Bachelor’s degree. He died at the age of 104.

Thanks to his work and the work of Clyde Summers, laws were passed to protect union worker rights, and corrupt union officials were brought to trial and convicted of murder and racketeering.

[themightyacilius]

Tweets of the Week: 5 August 2023

Even when you know that Helga Stentzel did this on purpose, it is as striking as if it had occurred naturally: Artist Helga Stentzel's fun clothesline animals #WomensArt pic.twitter.com/io2BMnLIv8— #WOMENSART (@womensart1) August 2, 2023 Bradley Birzer says something about World War Two: Imagine being told in 1944 that Russia is our noble ally and, three years later, in 1947, that it is the…

[katabay]

king arthur and the body of sir (cei)

god kay makes me so sad. idk!! it's something about how his character becomes transformed in later narratives to the point of unrecognizability. it's lonely to read about!!! it's like you've buried someone, and then you turn around and someone who looks like them is standing right there, but it's also Not Them.

Caitlin R. Green, Concepts of Arthur

Sir Kay, Seneschal of King Arthur's Court, Harold J Herman

[sickfreaksirkay]

Sir Kay, Seneschal of King Arthur's Court, Harold J. Herman / Illustration from the Mabinogion / The Quest for Olwen, trans. Gwyn Thomas and Kevin Crossley-Holland / The Story of Merlin, trans. Rupert T. Pickens / Illustration from The Quest for Olwen, Margaret Jones / Wace's Roman de Brut, trans. Eugene Mason / The Mabinogion, trans. Lady Charlotte Guest

a collection of sir kay and sir bedivere: companions/lovers/worse, for @queer-ragnelle's may day parade

[queer-ragnelle]

Hi! I was wondering if you have any recommendations for some pre-Chrétien Kay appearances? From what I understand the versions differ a lot, and the guy intrigues me even more

Thank you in advance!

Hi anon!

There aren't a ton of pre-Chrétien Kay appearances, mostly Welsh stuff, plus Geoffrey of Monmouth. But I recommend them, they're fun!

The Black Book of Carmarthen

The Mabinogion translated by Lady Charlotte Guest

The Welsh Triads translated by Rachel Bromwich

The History of the Kings of Britain by Geoffrey of Monmouth translated by Aaron Thompson

The Quest for Olwen by Gwyn Thomas & Kevin Crossley-Holland

The last one is a picture book I scanned myself. It's beautifully illustrated by Margaret Jones. Cai and Bedwyr are even on the cover! Lastly, I'll give you a handful of "academic" or informational resources which will undoubtedly give you some more to chew on.

Warriors of Arthur by John Matthews, Bob Stewart, & illustrated by Richard Hook

Cei & The Arthurian Legend by Linda Gowens

Sir Kay, Seneschal of King Arthur's Court by Harold J. Herman

The Arthurian Handbook by Norris J. Lacy & Geoffrey Ashe

The Arthurian Companion by Phyllis Ann Karr

The New Arthurian Encyclopedia by Norris J. Lacy

You'll see several of these author names popping up repeatedly (just look at all the people Harold J. Herman cites!). These fellow Arthurian enthusiasts reference each other and collaborate frequently. All to provide us with this Kay content! Enjoy!

[semiweirdshipper]

Killers' reactions to a reader who's pants were pulled down while they were on a hook. (Part one).

Michael

He heard you scream a second time a few seconds after hooking you, and he suspiciously turned around to see you struggling to cover your vividly exposed crotch. Ace and Nea giggled loudly just behind some bushes to the right. They must have been the ones who did this.

Whenever you noticed his lingering gaze, Michael didn't like the way you flinched in horror, your body shaking as you cried in embarrassment and fear. Honestly, what a sucky thing to do to someone who was literally about to die.

Since they were here, Michael marched over to the unsuspecting survivors, immediately sliced open Ace's back and reached out for Nea's throat. With Nea dead on the ground and Ace perched on a hook, he went back to you.

You wouldn't look at him as one hand covered your face and the other lay splayed over your crotch, whimpers and cries endlessly filling the atmosphere. You looked miserable.

Sliding his knife in his pocket, Michael bent down, startling you as his bloody hands grabbed the edges of your pants and swiftly pulled them up over your hips. Then he casually stepped back, taking in your gasp and the look of utter shock and gratitude on your face. Hmp...

Michael's smirk was hidden behind his mask as he turned away. Maybe he'd give that last survivor some time to pull you off the hook before ending this trial.

Jeffrey

He was in the midst of chasing Feng when he lost her behind some pillars. Then he heard a loud, defensive shout and raised a brow as he followed the trail that led to the exact spot you were hooked, and...

"Well hot damn," Jeffrey's eyes went wide as he stared down at your exposed crotch. You shrieked in surprise at his presence and quickly reached down to cover yourself, your face flushed and body trembling in humiliation.

Smirking with a chuckle, Jeffrey took a few steps forward and shamelessly continued to look at you, "So was you survivors being naughty little things, or are you just tryin' to show off?"

As you painfully turned your flustered face as far off to the side as you possibly could, whimpering in a mixture of fear and embarrassment, Jeffrey heard laughter and turned to see Feng and Meg high-five each other in victory before sprinting away.

"Aw hell," Jeffrey chuckled, amused by the whole charade as he moved forward and reached down to yank your pants up. "Ain't nothin' worth gettin' all embarrassed about."

Grinning once he was done, Jeffrey looked right into your flustered, shocked eyes, his voice becoming a seductive whisper as he lifted sir-cuts-a-lot and languidly licked the dull edge, "Anyone ever tell ya I'm good at usin' my mouth?"

As you bashfully keened in embarrassment, Jeffrey patted your head and took off, eager to see if the survivors would conjure another pants prank.

Herman

Using his static blast, Herman had expected that you would have been pulled from the hook by the time he returned to capture your friends, but... Apparently not.

Whenever Herman arrived on scene, there were no other survivors to be found, but you... You were in a struggle- your limbs thrashing around and your mouth hung open in a panic as you fought to pull up your pants and underwear, and when you finally noticed him, you screamed in terror.

Unlatching his mouth straps, Herman set his bat down and walked up to you, "How did this happen?"

You were sobbing into one of your hands while covering your privates with the other, "D-David."

Good grief. Herman sighed, dissatisfied by this display of disrespect and ill mannerism. You were a mess too, crying and shaking and trying to hide yourself from him, vulnerable, humiliated and exposed. "Do I have your permission 'to'?" He kept his glowing eyes on yours, mindlessly gesturing to your nether regions.

"Please..." You sputter, desperately trying to hide yourself away.

"Hold still," Herman stepped up to you and reached down to carefully pull your pants up, even going so far as to refasten the button, "There."

"Thank you," You whimpered gratefully, roughly wiping at your messy eyes and face.

"Here," Herman pulled out a folded handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to you, "My apologies for the blood."

And then he took his leave, off to get you revenge on David.

Bubba

There are survivors he does and doesn't enjoy hooking. You're one of the ones he doesn't enjoy hooking, and when he goes back to check if you're okay after unleashing an alarming scream, he ends up squealing in disbelief and horror.

Your pants were down thus flashing him with your delicate privates. Ahhhhhhh! He practically wailed, embarrassed, ashamed and utterly perplexed. Why were your pants down? Why? He covered his face, calming only when he heard your frantic cries-

"I'm sorry! I-I'm sorry. They pulled my pants down. I'm sorry. I just wanna die..."

At the sound of your confession, Bubba sprinted off and easily caught Meg, forcing her back to the hook and dropping her in front of you. Whilst keeping his eyes averted, he squealed and chirped loudly while gesturing from her to you, making frantic 'pull-up' motions with his hands.

"A-are you serious? You want 'me' to pull up their stupid-"

Bubba squealed, lifting his hammer in warning. Meg flinched and quickly went to roughly yank your pants up, cursing at you under her breath. After she pulled you off the hook, Bubba smashed her upside the head with his hammer and then rushed over to you.

Brisk and gently he patted your shaking shoulders, trying to reassure you and see if you were okay. "Th-thank you," You nodded, and he smiled in relief, hugging you fast and then going to hook the traitor.

Frank

He was circling back whenever he thought he heard footsteps, caught off guard by the sounds of laughter and frantic protests. As he went inside the building, he flinched and covered his eyes at the sight of your exposed crotch.

"Jesus, what the hell?" He snapped aggressively, "Why the fuck are your pants down?"

In the background, Frank heard maniacal laugher and searched around to find Kate and Élodie making lewd gestures above the stairs, obviously mocking you and him both. Those obnoxious mother-mmm...

At the sight of his clenching fists, the two pranksters fled leaving Frank stewing in a pit of anger and embarrassment. You weren't faring much better by the sound of your terrified whimpers and humiliated cries. Dammit...

"Uh... I-um..." Frank rubbed his neck while awkwardly approaching you, his gaze averted, "If you let me, I'll uh... Look, just give me your stupid permission and I'll pull your pants up, alright?"

"Ok," Came your ghostly whisper.

Taking in a deep breath, Frank was grateful that his mask covered his heated face as he shyly stopped in front of you, unable to keep from checking you out as he grabbed your pants and swiftly pulled them up to your hips. "Those sorry bitches are gonna pay..." He swore.

Stepping back, he was overwhelmed by your brutal sniffles and anxious sobs, and couldn't help himself when he said, "Quit crying. I'm gonna get them back, alright?"

And then he turned and rushed away before the urge to comfort you more shined through, or the growing warmth in his own pants... Stupid fucking survivors...

Caleb

He saw it happen from a distance. Nea walked right up to you, tore your pants down and laughed directly in your face as you struggled and cried to cover yourself. What disrespectful nonsense.

As the prankster ran away at his approach, Caleb stopped by your hook and lingered in place, his brows raised as he took in your stance. "Gotta admit... Them vultures put on a helluva damn show," He snickered, "Can't say I ain't impressed."

You keened in embarrassment, looking up at him and then flinching as you fought to keep your crotch covered and face averted. He chuckled at your obvious shyness and slowly walked forward, saying teasingly, "Ya know, we could make a trade off. Ya show me yirs, an' I'll show ya mine."

As you made adorable little noises of horror, shock and bashfullness, Caleb chuckled and lowered his gun, "I'm jus' messin' with ya, sugar. Now, ya want me to do the honors here?"

Taking in your fast nods, Caleb took his time bending down, whistling loudly as he grabbed your pants and slowly pulled them back up. You were hiding behind your hands, looking absolutely adorable.

"Gotta say, sugar," He mumbled beside your ear, "I wouldn't mind seein' another show like this again."

As you whined in shy embarrassment, Caleb chuckled fondly and took off.

[pasdetrois]

ROS: What is your line? PLAYER: Tragedy, sir.

Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead Herman Melville, Moby Dick; or, The Whale

[getonite]

KURO S4 EPISODE 10!! been busy the whole damn day, but i had to stop and watch the ep bc, whew- in love. anyway, spoiler warning! — s*baciel dni.

my poor baby omg. :(((

just say yall r in a poly relationship omg. gay freaks jeez we know. 🙄

um...bud, you do realize you're: (1) holding a gun towards someone, and (2) YOU've killed people before, right?

he gets all the pretty privileges btw

i love these type of shots im ngl. its basic, but i lile it. plus they look fine asf.

little note: undertaker was straight up lying when informing ciel and the rest about his reanimated dead folk. like babe- manga readers at least are aware of a certain someone lurking around thanks to YOU.

BARKING!!! THAT'S HERMAN??? kissing him all over btw, im tending to his wounds myself.

WE'RE FUCKING HARD AND FAST, IM STAINING HIS FUCKING SUIT, HE'S NOT GETTING AWAY FROM ME. THE PUSS AINT PURRING ITS HOLLERING!! ESP. MAD SEBASTIAN??? PLS SIR.

LMAOO FLASHBACKS INSIDE OF A PREDICTION

grown man btw.

[ofliterarynature]

TBR TAKEDOWN: Week 6 (July 7)

TLDR: I have too many unread books, and I’m asking tumblr to help me downsize. Pick one or none, and comment if you can - a convincing sentence is worth a dozen votes! You’re also welcome to just choose the one that sounds the worst :D Book descriptions below the cut, see my pinned post for more info.

The Affinity Bridge by George Mann

Welcome to the bizarre and dangerous world of Victorian London, a city teetering on the edge of revolution. Its people are ushering in a new era of technology, dazzled each day by new inventions. Airships soar in the skies over the city, whilst ground trains rumble through the streets and clockwork automatons are programmed to carry out menial tasks in the offices of lawyers, policemen and journalists.

But beneath this shiny veneer of progress lurks a sinister side. For this is also a world where ghostly policemen haunt the fog-laden alleyways of Whitechapel, where cadavers can rise from the dead and where Sir Maurice Newbury, Gentleman Investigator for the Crown, works tirelessly to protect the Empire from her foes.

When an airship crashes in mysterious circumstances, Sir Maurice and his recently appointed assistant Miss Veronica Hobbes are called in to investigate. Meanwhile, Scotland Yard is baffled by a spate of grisly murders and a terrifying plague is ravaging the slums of the city.

So begins an adventure quite unlike any other, a thrilling steampunk mystery and the first in the series of "Newbury & Hobbes" investigations.

Collected Ghost Stories by M.R. James

Considered by many to be the most terrifying writer in English, M. R. James was an eminent scholar who spent his entire adult life in the academic surroundings of Eton and Cambridge. His classic supernatural tales draw on the terrors of the everyday, in which documents and objects unleash terrible forces, often in closed rooms and night-time settings where imagination runs riot. Lonely country houses, remote inns, ancient churches or the manuscript collections of great libraries provide settings for unbearable menace, from creatures seeking retribution and harm. These stories have lost none of their power to unsettle and disturb.

This edition presents all of James's published ghost stories, including the unforgettable Oh, Whistle and I'll Come to You, My Lad and Casting the Runes, and an appendix of James's writings on the ghost story. Darryl Jones's introduction and notes provide a fascinating insight into James's background and his mastery of the genre he made his own.

Love Bites by Ry Herman

Angela likes Chloe. Chloe likes Angela. It should be simple enough - there's just the small matter of Angela's aversion to sunlight. And crosses. And mirrors . . .

In 1998, Angela was a smart, gothy astronomy student ­- until her then-girlfriend accidentally turned her into a vampire. A year later, she divides her time between her post-graduate degree (working on it in a dark, basement room, and only at night) and controlling her need for human blood.

Then she meets lonely but wryly humorous slush-pile reader Chloe, who's battling demons of her own. Chloe's anxiety and depression can make it hard for her to leave the house, while memories of her ex haunt her at night.

As sparks fly and romance blooms, Angela and Chloe struggle to hide their difficulties from each other - but sometimes the only way out is to let someone else in.

[pastlivesandpurplepuppets]

After entrusting Grant to the care of the German doctor, Speirs joined the manhunt. He soon after crossed paths with a breathless Webster, who was running circles at his roadblock to sober up. The captain peered out from behind the windshield of his crowded jeep and yelled, “Kill him, Webster!” “I will, sir! I’ll kill him!” The jeep returned several minutes later. “See him yet?” Speirs asked. “No, sir.” “We’ll find that sonofabitch if we have to go through every house in town. Keep your eyes open, Webster. He’s likely to steal a car and make a run for it to the mountains.” “Yes, sir.”

In the streets of Saalfelden, Robert “Popeye” Wynn was later on the prowl alongside Speirs when a GI dropped his rifle on the cobblestone street. The crack shattered the dead silence. Startled, Speirs jumped. “That’s the only time I ever saw him show any sign of nerves at all,” Wynn declared.

Shortly after midnight, a still-intoxicated Craver was apprehended only five hundred yards from the very hospital where doctors attempted to save his victim’s life. He had a .32 pistol on his person when troopers overpowered him. Some later claimed the fugitive was raping a German woman when he was captured.

Back at headquarters, Malarkey awaited news. Soon enough, comrades barreled through the double French doors with a bloodied Craver in their clutches. The accused was heaved into an office space until the captain arrived. They barely withheld the instinct to pummel Craver to death on the spot. Speirs arrived and pushed through the crowd encircling Craver. “Where’s the weapon you killed the people with?” he demanded. “What weapon?” was the private’s offhand reply. Malarkey recalled the intense exchange. “Speirs reached up and brought the butt of the gun up and hit him right in the temple, and it stunned him. Speirs screamed at him.” “When you talk to an officer you say Sir! Now sit.” Looking down at Craver with disdain, Speirs added, “I’ve killed better men than you.” Eyewitness accounts vary as to what occurred next. Some claimed the captain raised his Colt to Craver’s head but refused to pull the trigger. Perhaps he had had enough killing for one war. In any case, Speirs and Malarkey then sat down and commenced questioning the prisoner. “The guy was still stunned, but during interrogation, he was very articulate to me,” Malarkey remembered. “And mind you, now, there’s a whole bunch of people mulling around. It was like a nightmare.

And then, all of a sudden here comes Hack Hansen from Second Platoon.” Sergeant Herman Hanson pushed through the mass of troopers and shoved a pistol in Craver’s face. The gun misfired, and Hansen was tackled to the ground. Recalling that night nearly a half-century later, Malarkey said Hansen’s dramatic entry reminded him of Jack Ruby’s shooting Lee Harvey Oswald in 1963 in Dallas. Everything could have changed in a split second.

~ Jared Frederick & Erik Dorr

[burningvelvet]

so im still persevering in charlotte brontë's shirley. yesterday i went to a poetry open mic & this guy read a really uncomfortable oversexual piece - it wasn't even a poem - but all i could think of was the part in shirley where she talks about being subjected to sir philip's bad poetry and her secondhand embarrassment... yeah, lots of good relatable social commentary and observations of everyday social experiences in this novel - i think charlotte reminds me of austen sometimes in those regards!

and in other news i'm also at the beginning of herman melville's moby dick. its much less boring than i thought it would be so far! some of the stuff with queequeg has been killing me - the descriptions of ishmael waking up with queequeg spooning him were like something out of a modern cartoon. and (not only because of that moment) i deeply wonder if the "head-seller" bit was supposed to be an innuendo for homosexuality/prostitution considering it was in the same chapter concerning ishmael's panic over having to share a bed with said "head-selller."

i'm so sad the ending for moby dick was spoiled for me but hopefully i'll be able to forget about that just like i somehow conveniently forgot about the main twist in jane eyre and subsequently managed to be more shocked by it than any other plot twist i've ever come across. the mind is a curious thing so we'll see

[shy-nightmare]

Had another dream again. @weaselnerd, @lastofautumn, @imaginarytoon1, and everyone else who liked my dream posts, you guys know what means 😉

STORY TIME!

This GIF does not belong to me. It belongs to @mhall070. I give credit 😊

This time, I'm in the Terminal Bar Station with Roger and these two old flames. We're just sitting and chatting, pals being pals and all that good stuff. Eddie turns to me and says, "Kid, you gotta keep postin' your chapters".

💢 SIR, DID YOU NOT HEAR ME?! YOU HAD YOUR TURN ALMOST A WEEK AGO! I SAID WAIT! 💢

And Roger, our lord and savior, defends me. He frowns at Eddie and is just like, "Eddie, come on! She wants to go at her own pace, for herself and her friends! Be patient!"

Yeah, see Eddie?! Roger knows what I'm talkin' about!

Thank you, Roger 😊

Guys, I joke you not. They keep haunting me in my sleep! Somebody save me and call the Ghostbusters 👻! My house is haunted! 😱

Damn, Eddie's being salty with me. Well, guess what, Jack Daniels? That's what you get for disrespecting the twins! 😤

These people keep torturing me into posting more than one of my chapters. Like, OK, do you guys still watch Looney Tunes? I just found another classic yesterday called "Racketeer Rabbit" directed by Friz Freleng starring Edward G. Robinson and Peter Lorre.

😆, they're like Bugs tricking Rocky into giving him the money 🤣

Smartass: How about me, doll?

Me: Oh yeah, one for you!

Greasy: And me, Chiquita!

Me: 😑...fine, one for you

Wheezy: And me, luv.

Me: OK, sure. One for you!

Eddie: And me, Shy.

Me: 😑 You already had your turn. Shoo

Jessica: 💋 How about me, darling?

Me: 😳 M-Ma'am, your turn is next month for Chapter Four, but I guess I can make an exception. Here you go!

Roger: What about me? 🥺

Me: Of course! Here you are. Thank you for your patience, kind sir! 😊

Baby Herman: Hey! What about ME?! 😠

Tom, grabbing Herman by the nape of his neck and kicking him out of the window: Scram!

Thank you, Tom 😊

Psycho: And me, Shy!

Me: One for you, too!

Stupid, shyly tapping me on the shoulder: Duh, what about me? 🥺

Me: Stu, my sweet precious potato 🥔 teddy bear 🧸, I will give you all the chapters you want, you adorable innocent baby 👶*pours all my chapters on him like a waterfall*

Doom: ...How about-

Me: GET THE FUCK OUT!!!

[cinemacrypt]

"It all comes true, a beautiful dream, Johnny. Only- I hope you're not dreaming."

On The Nature of Doctor Herman Einstein and Jonathan Brewster's Relationship.

Raymond Massey and Peter Lorre in Arsenic and Old Lace- Capra, Warner Bros. 1944 // Andrew Sidea @Blogspot.com // Fred Gwynne and Jack Gilford in Arsenic and Old Lace- ABC, 1969 // Arsenic and Old Lace- date and production Not Able To Be Located // Truisms- Jenny Holzer // Portrait of A Surgeon- Sir Ivor Beck by William Orpen // "How to be A Dog"- Andrew Kane // Boris Karloff and Erich Von Stroheim Arsenic and Old Lace- Date Unavailable