#John Cornfield

[mudstoneabyss]

wake up babe new religion dropped

[theropoda]

kim :(

[blazevillains]

good lord the video gamse........

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Muse - Endlessly 2003

Absolution (2003) is the third studio album by the English rockband Muse. It was produced by Muse and Rich Costey, with additional production by John Cornfield and Paul Reeve. Costey had worked with acts Muse admired, including Rage Against the Machine and Audioslave, and wanted to help give Muse a bigger, more aggressive sound, and Absolution is more polished and direct than Muse's previous albums.

Absolution reached number 1 on the UK Albums Chart, number 1 on the Billboard Top Heatseekers chart and number 107 on the Billboard 200.. A 20th-anniversary reissue with bonus tracks was released in 2023.

"Endlessly" was the last song to be completed. The band struggled to improve on the simplicity of Matt Bellamy's demo, recorded with a piano and a four-to-the-floor drum machine rhythm. Eventually, they used lighter, jazzier drumming and an old Hammond organ. At first glance it seems like a fairly simple song, but it contains some experimental elements throughout the song. In terms of production, "Endlessly" has some hidden details in the mix, especially reversed elements, such as bongos throughout the song and piano chords in the bridge.

"Endlessly" received a total of 67,8% yes votes!

[littlemissmiller]

Passanger Princess

Pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

Summary: (au) you love joel. he’s your everything and on a drive home you can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself so, you make him pull over…

Warning: 18+, smut, established relationship, p in v, semi-public sex, car sex, slight dirty talk

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: hello! had this one written for a while and wanted to finish it and publish it before i get back to my coryo drug dealer series (read here). just a cute quick little smutty read for my Pedro lovers ❣︎ i want to get more perdo fics, but i need more ideas so send me requests! have a lovely day beauties and enjoy ❤︎︎

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You love drives with Joel. Especially in his truck, a 2009 Chevy Silverado. One hand on the wheel while the other is usually grazing and groping at your thigh. In the summertime, you set your feet on the dash, roll the windows down, and take in the breeze while you casually ran your fingers through his soft brown locks. The cicadas buzz loudly, and the sun is setting perfectly on his face as the cornfields fly by in the background. The golden rays highlight his most handsome features, his large chiseled nose, and perfectly cut jawline. You sit up and he squeezes your thigh. You cup his face and he turns the smile at you.

“What’s up sugar?”

“Nothing, just can’t stop admiring my favorite cowboy”

“Hmm that’s funny because I ain’t seen no John Wayne around here baby” he chuckled

You smile and rub his cheek affectionately. You can’t help but get turned on to the mere sight of him. The way his beard shaped his face so cleanly, the way his shirts hugged his muscles. And about his arms. You loved the way they hugged you too. Strong and safe. You absolutely adore him, and he adores you.

You continue stroking his face, your tender fingers delicately moving across his skin. He’s so handsome. So incredibly handsome and you want him. Your hand moves down to his jaw, then down past his neck and you start rubbing, massaging him. You keep massaging him, occasionally moving your hand back up to his cheek so he can kiss your palm.

“Why would I want John Wayne when I got Joel Miller right here?”

“You flatter me darling.”

“It’s true!” You insist

He glances at you, kissing your palm again. You feel a small heat in between you begin to grow, you run your thighs together, and your clit begins to throb. You bite your lip, giggling to yourself and massage his neck a bit more aggressively.

“What ya need babe?”

“You” you giggle, biting your lip

A devilish smile spreads across his face and he glances at you. He simultaneously squeezes your thigh.

“We’ll be home soon. In ten minutes”

You frown and he squeezes your thigh again. Too eager and impatient, you move your other hand over his leg, slowly trailing it to his crotch. You squeeze it and he turns to look at your actions.

“Pull over…” you bat your eyes.

With his mouth agape he sighs in disbelief and awe. Are you really gonna make him pull over? The expression on your face tells him just how serious you are. You squeeze his pants again and Joel places his hand on yours, encouraging you to rub him over his pants. He searches for a place to pull over with some cover, but the long gravel road with crops on either side made it hard to find a good spot. Then, some trees come into view and a little path leads to an abandoned barn. Joel pulls over.

He drives onto the pathway until the car is more covered by the trees. He parks and immediately turns to you, hand roaming up your thigh more and under your skirt. Wasting no time, you climb over onto his lap and across the seat. You grind up on his crotch, his large, calloused hands splaying over the meat of your ass. He slides his hands under your panties, feeling how soft your flesh is. You smash your lips onto his, holding his face and he moves your hips against his lap. He moves his mouth with you fiercely, the kiss burning your lips.

It was safe to say you absolutely love this man. Everything about him, which you don’t feel like you could express through a mere kiss. You push your tongue past his lips and down this throat. He lets you in, swirling it with your own. You can’t get enough of him and his sweet lips aren’t the only thing you desire.

“Mmm someone was just too eager weren’t they.” He muffled against your mouth.

“Just shut up and kiss me Miller…” you muffle back, your words turning into a moan as his lips and tongue meet yours again.

You move with his mouth, fighting for dominance but also digging for more. You start unbuttoning his shirt, eagerly in need of wanting to touch his bare chest. You love to feel his muscles and how toned he is. He grins at you, thumbs hooking around your hips.

“I mean we could take this home if you really wanted.” You giggle, slightly out of breath

“Might as well finish what we started.” He smiles, squeezing your cheeks firmly.

You giggle again which turns into a soft moan as he sucks on your neck. You tangle your fingers in his hair, pushing his mouth against you more. He pulls back for a moment to take off his shirt fully, undoing the rest of the buttons and you pull yours off as well. You quickly unhook your bra, letting it fall gently off your chest and shoulders. He takes in the sight of you, and you him. You flatten your palms on his chest, rubbing up and down. He cups your breasts, not too rough, but just enough to turn up the heat from your core. He massages them, playing with him slightly and admiring the way they bounce.

You lean in to kiss him again, hands cupping his neck and lips wasting no time to show him attention. You feel like you’re practically addicted to his lips, like they were made to be on yours. And making out with Joel got you so worked up. The rhythm of your lips and his hips move in sync, your moans spilling out of you. Joel sloppily moves his hips, unbuckling his pants and sliding them down along with his boxers. His cock sits stiffly on his tummy and he starts to stroke himself. He snakes a hand under your skirt and pulls your panties to the side. Giving his hand a quick lick, he places it on your core, making you ready for him. Joel loves playing with you like this, he loves feeling the little bundle of nerves in-between your legs and how he can manipulate it. You buck your hips, gasping and clutching onto his shoulder. You smile and moan and he speeds up, kissing him messily and moaning into his mouth.

Wasting no more time, you move your hips and place his cock at your slit. You sink down, watching his eyes fill with lust. He feels up your body, groping your chest again, massaging you and you grind down on his hips. You start to bounce on him, causing the truck to shake slightly and when your ass hits the steering wheel, honking the horn slightly, you both jump. You fall onto his chest and slip out of him, he grips your ass, laughing against your cheek, kissing you sloppily.

“You sure you don’t wanna just take this home baby? More room in my bed, or the shower…” he huffs

“Mmm we could or…” you start as he moves his lips to your neck “you could open the door and bend me over the seat.”

“Baby girl, that’s so fucking tempting…fuck…”

You smile, taking his length into your hand and pumping slowly.

“C’mon Joel. Don’t you wanna see my pretty little ass sticking out the side of your truck.” You speed up your hand. “Hmm babe?”

He groans and starts to look past you and around at the area you are parked. Then he grips your hips, kissing you harshly and starts to move you off him. You shift back into your seat and Joel opens his door. You slide your panties off and toss them in the back seat. You open your passenger door, sliding your skirt above your ass. You slide onto your stomach on the seat, feet barely touching the ground. Joel comes up from behind, admiring the view you had described to him in the car.

“Fuck…” he whispers

He splays his hand out on your cheek, taking his length and rubbing it along your folds. You moan as he teases you. Then, he slides in, his pace tempered at first. He grabs your waist, pushing in over and over again, his hips meeting the flesh on your ass. He loves the way you bounce on him like this. His mouth falls open, his own moans mixed with small curses under his breath.

“Fuck Miller you feel so good. Harder…please I want more.” You whine

He ruts into you, picking up his pace. The grip on your waist tightens. You hold on the seat more tightly as well bouncing forward and back with the rocking of the truck. Just as you’re about to cum, he spins you over, pulling out. Joel picks your leg up, pushing your body up against the seat. He quickly pushes back into you, cupping your face so he can fully watch your expression. He loves how needy you look, your eyes wide and full of bliss. He captures your agape mouth, swirling his tongue with your own. You are practically clinging to him, totally trapped between his broad chest and the truck.

He pumps into you a few more times and you feel your high coming back. Your stomach clenches and you pant his name.

“Cum for me baby…” Joel whispers

You fall apart, arching your back, he holds you close to him. With a few more pumps from his cock he pulls out spilling his load onto the ground. You catch your breath, resting your forehead against his. He keeps holding onto your face, placing soft, small kisses to your lips. He stuffs his cock back into his jeans and you slide back into your passenger seat. Joel walks around to the drivers side, finding his shirt, putting it back on and starting the car. He shuts his door and backs out while you put your own shirt back on. He slings his arm around your seat and looks behind him, turning his body.

“So what were you saying about your bed and a shower?”

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[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

Homeland – Apollinary Vasnetsov // Landscape with a Plowed Field and a Village – Georges Michel // Via Appia at Sunset – Alexander Ivanov // Fields Near Dresden with a White Horse – Johan Christian Dahl // Landscape at Ljan – Hans Gude // Cornfield at Sunset – John William Inchbold // The Wheat Field – George Inness // The Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace – The Amazing Devil

[fallout-fallen-knight]

Fallout TV Episode 1 Thoughts

Intro with Pre-War!Ghouloggins was a really good portrayal of Pre-War society (the way they tried to paste over the cracks with suburban life even as it was clear society was crumbling). Not sure about the timing of the bombs exploding was realistic, but whatever.

Awarding Ghouloggins the John Hancock Award for Achievements in Ghoul Divorce

I'm glad the vault dwellers are all freaks

I'm not sure how I feel about the show using the actual game sfx for things like Pip-Boy operation and Stimpaks. Sure it's accurate, but when it's the exact sound file I've heard hundreds, if not thousands of times, it takes me out of it.

I thought the projector in the cornfield was corny at first but the imagery of the film burning in the projector was actually really cool so I'll let it slide

Finally, an actual Johnny Cash song in Fallout

I'm glad the Brotherhood of Steel are all freaks

Diversity win! This technofascist cult member is non-binary!

Brickball is the greatest game ever invented

The coffee can censer is so fucking good

I love the Brotherhood branding squires, I, uh. I really wish that they had not introduced this practice by branding a black character

The "a feral ghoul cannot abide a chicken" bit is such superstitious wasteland nonsense I love it

Vocalist yodeling

I wish Ghouloggins looked worse

[smallgodseries]

[image description: The disconsolate Scarecrow sits on a 3-legged stool in front of a glowing orange moon. Straw is visible from his twisted knee joints and waist and 4 mocking crows stand on him. Text reads, “61, Heywood Bale ~ Small God of Straw Men” 2020, after the Great John R. Neill, 1915]

For most of human history, he’s been a god of effigies, of friendly faces stationed in the fields to keep the birds at bay. He’s not always good at his job, but he’s here to help, an assistant in burlap and silent smiles. He stood in wheat fields before he stood in cornfields, he stood among barley and hops and grape vines. He protected the harvest. He did his best, and he only asked that those who chose him as their patron do the same. 

He only did his best. 

And then people began to speak his name with a more sinister purpose, began to twist and pervert the intention behind his stoic silhouette. He had always been a man of straw, an empty set of clothes that could only stand and watch, and struggle to protect, but in these new mouths, in these new voices, he became an edifice to rage against, distracting and deflecting from the true matter at hand. People raised up armies of flame against him, indulging in their senseless wars of fire and straw, and everything burned. Everything was smoke and ashes, and no harvest at all, not for the fickle and not for the faithful. 

When the strawmen burned, the harvest failed, and the world began to starve. 

He still stands, torn now between two tenants. He yearns to protect, to serve, to do his best; he also burns with the embers of arguments unwon and unwinnable, the need to prove himself right above all else, even if it burns the fields to ashes in his wake. He can’t reconcile the two sides of his nature. He can’t deny what faith has made of him. To be remembered is to be remade, and that, alone in all the world, is a fact that he can’t argue with.

[agiftcomes]

skyblock/the potato war

part two of two of my gift for @echidna-cosmos​ as part of the @technoblade-gift-exchange​ !!

skyblock: the great potato war - technoblade // june jordan // the little mill - rembrandt // the voice i owe to you - pedro salinas (tr. ruth katz crispin // above the clouds i - georgia o’keeffe // technoblade // spring clouds study - john constable // lake of little birds - katherine larson // landscape with cornfields - salomon van ruysdael // technoblade // tumblr user catcrumb 

[simplydannie]

Previous The Escape

Inspired and and written for @meadow-hearthfire. Based on their ask: Can you imagine Bruce's reaction to seeing Floyd with an unconscious Veneer when he and his brothers found them? Can you imagine Bruce's thought process throughout the past two days Veneer was unconscious? Can you imagine the conversations Bruce has with Floyd about V&V in those two days?

Floyd is found next to an unconscious Veneer who has just been shot…all his brothers don’t understand why he cares so much about the kid, on why he bothers in trying to save him at. The only one to see the truth behind Floyd’s eyes, is Bruce.

“We’re almost to Mount Rageous!” John Dory exclaimed as they neared the city. From afar, the lights of the city emerged through the clouds.

“A little over the top isn’t it?” Branch asked as the lights came more into view.

“Rageons tend to be over the top.”

“How will we know where they are?” Clay asked trying to peak through the windows, “The place is huge compared to us! We’re like ants in a cornfield compared to that place.”

“Good old Rhonda has the scent! That letter that was left to me has the scent of the two Rageons we’re trying to find. We find them. We find Floyd.” JD smirked proudly.

Suddenly, Rhonda halted, the Trolls were confused at her sudden maneuver, “Hey, what gives!” Branch said loudly.

“She’s… picking up something I think… Rhonda?” JD grew curious, but she remained completely still. She made a noise and bolted the opposite direction.

“Rhonda no! To Mount Rageous! Rhonda!”

But nothing stopped her. She had picked up a scent, it was the scent JD had showed her before, she knew it was. Rhonda ran quicker and quicker…. Suddenly she came to halt and settled down.

One by one, the Trolls unmounted the armadillo bus. JD went around and looked at Rhonda straight in the eyes. “What gives girl? Mount Rageous remember? Velvet and Veneer?”

“John look!” Clay motioned. The Trolls looked around to find themselves surrounded by mist. Trees were overhead. The mist slowly evaporated to show a clearing that lead to a river bank…there! That’s when they saw a motionless figure…. It looked like…

“It’s a Troll!” Poppy exclaimed as she got closer. The others followed her lead. Growing closer and closer, the little figure became clearer… the small Troll kneeled next to a larger body, his hands folded over his knees, a sad look in his eyes.

“FLOYD!!” Branch ran straight for his brother. Floyd turned around to find himself being engulfed in an embrace by each of his brothers. “Floyd oh my gosh! You’re out! You’re free!” Branch held him tighter. Floyd let the sadness melt away for a moment as he let Branches love just engulf him, one by one he felt their love…. His family was back again… they were alive, they were safe.

“You guys are alive… you’re okay… I went back and… everyone was gone.” Floyd cried.

“We’re here, bro. We’re good. And we’re together again. Let’s go! Let’s go now! We’re to close to Rageous for your own good.” JD pulled Floyd’s arm, but he hesitated, he stalled.

“No! No I can’t! I can’t leave him.” Floyd said pulling away. He walked over to a bigger figure laying on the ground. The Trolls hadn’t noticed, they thought it was just something there… not an actual person. The rest of the Trolls got closer.

“Oh my gosh.” Poppy gasped, “It’s… it’s a Rageon.”

“Not just any, I know that stringy hair. That’s Veneer. Floyd how’d you escape him.” Bruce said.

“I didn’t. We escaped together. He’s hurt, he’s hurt bad.” Floyd walked up to the boys chest… there was blood… “I tried to cover it with what I could, but he’s still bleeding out. He’ll die.” Floyd jumped down attempting to pull on the boys sleeve causing him to move a little. “Please, what can we do? I need to save him.”

All the Trolls looked to Floyd in confusion. Why would he want to save him? This was his captor, the one who imprisoned him and had been torturing him. Why?… All but Bruce thought that. Bruce automatically knew the tone of voice Floyd carried, the hurt in it… this was much more.

“….Hustle Time.” Bruce said. The Trolls looked at him.

“What?” Branch was the first to ask.

“You guys said the Bergens are our friends now right? Hustle time to them. Bring them here. They have something big enough to carry a Rageon.” Bruce stated.

“Really?” Floyd asked with a glint of hope in his eyes.

“You’re seriously thinking of helping him?” Clays voice sounded. “Isn’t he like the bad guy in this story?”

“No! No he’s not. Trust me. I’ll explain everything, just please help me save him….. please.” There was a desperation in Floyd’s voice.

“I’ll help you!” Poppy exclaimed.

Bruce crossed his arms and nodded, “I second that.” He turned to face the rest of his brothers. JD let out a long sigh.

“Rhonda girl get over here. Let’s see if we can move this big guy away from the water bank first.”

Between them and Rhonda, the Trolls pulled Veneer as far off the river bank as they could, as deep into the brushes that his weight allowed him. He was loosing blood quickly, they thought he couldn’t get any paler, but he was, everything about him began to loose color.

JD, Clay, and Poppy went off with Rhonda to find the Bergens…all they could hope is that they wouldn’t be too late.

Bruce and Branch remained with Floyd. The little Troll never left the Rageons side. His brothers marveled how attentive he was, he was trying to sooth him, trying to wake him up.

“I don’t get it.” Branch said.

“I think I do.” Bruce responded. He saw the hopelessness in his brother’s eyes as he sat there by Veneers side. Bruce had so much to say and so much to ask, but he knew right now wasn’t the time. “We need to be here for him Branch. I’m sure he’ll explain everything one day, but right now, let’s just be here for him.”

Hours upon hours passed. The Trolls did everything they could to keep Veneer from bleeding out of his wound. The boys breathing began to grow staggered, and Floyd began to grow more hopeless.

“No. No. No. No. I can’t loose him! I can’t. Is there anything else we can do?” Floyd said.

“We’re doing our best. We have to wait for the others to come back.” Branch reassured.

Floyd threw his hands in the air, “We’ve waited to long! Look at him!”

“Floyd. Freaking out is not going to help him. We have to be calm, for him.” Bruce said. This seemed to calm Floyd down a bit, but he was growing weary… Veneer was so close to death….

That’s when they heard the sound.

Looking up they saw a vehicle approach. At first they were hesitant, but then they a familiar face popped out.

“He’s taller than we expected! Hopefully he fits in the back.” King Gristle stated.

Floyd never left Veneers bedside. He remained by the drawer staring down at the boy. Bruce walked in and saw everything. Floyd had not left his bedside since they arrived. There were times where he asked JD to take him back, something about seeing if she followed, he assumed he was talking about the kids sister. Bruce hopped up and sat next to Floyd.

“You doing okay, little bro?”

Floyd shook his head and remained silent.

“They say he’s stable. He’s going to make it Floyd.”

“He’s not waking up.”

“He will. He will.”

“When?”

“Floyd I…”

“When is he going to wake up Bruce!! When! You don’t understand, you don’t.” Floyd buried his face in his hands.

“I think I understand a little more than you know. I know that look. I have it when my kids are hurting.” Bruce said. Floyd looked at him, confusion on his face.

“What? Kids? Bruce, he’s not my…”

“But you see him that way, don’t you? Something happened back at Rageous. You wouldn’t just protect or feel this way about anyone who’s held you captive.” Bruce told him.

Floyd fell silent. He stared at Veneer… they patched him up, gave him liquids, now it was just a waiting game. If Floyd hadn’t tried to abandon them, leave them like he would’ve, then maybe this would have never happened…. The twins would have never have to spend those months of torment under that vile woman, “I promise I wouldn’t leave them… and I almost did… I blamed them for something they knew nothing about…I told them that they weren’t my….family.”

“Keep going.” Bruce said.

“…. After leaving, I tried coming back, but everyone was gone. I found my way into Rageous, well, Under Rageous. I was caught, but then…they let me go, they saved me. It’s rough down there…so I stayed with them, hoping one day I could find a way out and bring them with me. We…. We…”

“Became family.” Bruce finished. Floyd looked at his brother, then at Veneer.

“We did…. And I messed that up.”

The brothers stayed a moment in silence before Bruce decided to speak, “I’ve seen you passionate bro, but never like this. These guys are 100x your size, yet you don’t see that, you see the kid in them still. The way you were looking at him at the river bank, here in the hospital… the same love I look at my own kids with.” Floyd opened his mouth to protest, “Don’t deny it. In your own way, you’ve adopted these two as your own…. It may take awhile for the others to understand, but I’ll help you with that. As a father, we want to guide are kids in the right direction. Sometimes that won’t happen, sometimes they’ll mess up…. But as a parent, we got to be there for them when they do. Fatherhood ain’t easy, bro, but it’s a beautiful journey.”

Floyd stared at Bruce, then turned his gaze towards Veneer… Bruce was right. Unknowingly he had began to see these two as his own. Maybe that’s why he got so hurt and upset when he found out what the Mistress was doing. He had felt betrayed… but in the long run, Floyd was the one to betray them. Now here he sat, waiting for Veneer to wake up… hoping Velvet would’ve followed…

“What do I do now?” Floyd asked.

“Learn and wait. This kid will wake up… and the girl will make it out. We’ll find a way to help her, I promise you. Besides, if she had you in her life, then that means she’s a fighter. One thing at a time, little bro.”

Floyd wipes the tears that had unknowingly been falling. But for the first time, he wasn’t crying because he was sad…. He was crying because for the first time since all this happened..Floyd had hope.

[centuriespast]

Cornfield at Sunset John William Inchbold (1830–1888) Yale Center for British Art

[mylarena]

hrngh. zombie apocalypse au.

ghost is the big ol' lone wolf whos doing perfectly fine in the apocalypse, of course, no he doesnt need anyone else. he has no group bc he doesnt need one.

soap is some guy who got separated from his group, 141, (price, gaz, laswell, etc.) and stumbled into ghost somehow, and for whatever reason ghost didnt kill him and instead told him to get lost, but soap decided fuck that and started following him instead. ghost does not like this and wants him to fuck off. soap insists that he has no where to go because he doesnt know where the hell he is or how to get back to his group- all he has is the name of the location they have their base at. so hes staying with ghost bc he seems trustworthy and like he would protect him. (hes a fucking moron. how the hell can he call some guy he just met 'trustworthy'? what makes him think ghost would protect him? he should know that even people that you trust with your life can hurt you.)

ghost shows him the route to the place via map. he lines it out. soap insists that hes shit with directions and will need a guide. ghost says he can find one elsewhere. soap says that no one else is anywhere around, plus ghost already knows the route, so why not he just lead him there? ghost says no. they go back and forth for a while, but eventually ghost gives up and agrees to bring him to his group- just to the location, and then hes getting the hell out of dodge. soap is very happy about this, much to ghosts disgruntlement.

this is when soap tells him that he didnt just get separated from his group, but that one of the people in the group had sold them out to another, larger group- who had captured him and put him all the way out in fuck-all-nowhere. he says he doesnt know what the state of his group is- if theyre alive, dead, imprisoned, or banished- but he wasnt just going to stay away when they could be okay.

he wasnt just going to knowingly lead ghost into potential danger without telling the man first. he wasnt that much of an asshole. he gives him an out, saying that hed understand if he changed his mind.

ghost, despite knowing that itd be fucking stupid to help him, agrees to escort him there. he justifies it in his head as having already made a commitment to the job and he isnt willing to back down from a challenge.

so they start some sort of post-apocalyptic roadtrip, fighting like hell through cities and towns and forests and at one point a literal cornfield, for whatever fucking reason.

throughout their journey, they talk. its mostly soap. (john, he insists, or soap. thats what his friends call him. ghost, in some sort of rebellion of being one of his friends, calls him johnny. it threw the man off guard at the start for whatever reason, so ghost kept it up in hopes of unsettling him and keeping him at arms length. it didnt work.)

ghost never gives him his name. never gives his story. never shows his face. never lets johnny past the walls hes built up over decades, no matter how hard the man tries. he keeps everything to himself, even his wounds- no bites. never any bites. hes not stupid enough to hide a bite from johnny, no matter how much he dislikes the man. the man trusts him for some reason, and hes not going to let himself turn and kill him if he can stop it.

johnny talks about his life. he talks about his family over in scotland; his maw, his brothers and sisters, his cousins, nieces, nephews... he tells him about his childhood pets, his time in high school, the jobs he had over the summer.

he tells him about his group. price, their de facto leader; laswell, the woman who has price by the ear and actually runs shit; gaz, a snarky little shit that loves to cause problems on purpose; and graves. johnny never talks about graves, and anytime he mentions his name his voice fills with bitter venom. ghost assumes that this graves fucker is the one who betrayed them.

ghost is curious, he wont lie, but its nothing personal about johnny. he just likes to know all he can about a situation, naturally. and the way the usually sunny disposition of the man darkens whenever he thinks about this graves man seems to be an important part of johnnys situation. thats all it is. he never asks. johnny will tell him if he wants to, anyway.

and he does, one night. theyre camping in the woods, no fire. ghost is taking the first watch, leaning against a tree with his rifle in his lap, while soap lies on his back, staring at the stars. its quiet, and johnnys own voice is barely more than a whisper as he starts to talk. he starts talking about graves- phillip graves- and his friendship with the man. how they got along, how they helped each other, how johnny trusted him.

then he talks about how he was the last time they had seen each other.

at first, it had seemed like a normal day. gaz was on watch, price was in his office, laswell was with her wife- and graves had pulled soap into a side room, saying he needed to talk to him about something. he had seemed tense, riddled with nerves and some kind of excitement. soap followed him without protest, figuring the man had gotten into some kind of mischief.

and he had. just... not in a fun, harmless way like soap expected.

he told soap about what hed done. he had given shepherd's group- a larger faction named the shadows that had been poking and prodding and pushing for ownership of their base and the surrounding territory- integral information on their schedules, defenses, and weaknesses. he had been approached while he was patrolling their territory and offered a position of power in the group if he gave them information. and he did.

soap listened, horrified, angry, and distraught- and then graves told him he could come with him.

he told him he had a place alongside him in the shadows, that he had already cleared it with shepherd as long as soap agreed to be loyal to them. he said that they could be great together. he offered as if he was already dead certain that soap would join him, that he would follow him in betraying the 141.

he offered as if he truly believed that soap was more loyal to him than to his entire family.

and so soap punched him, (hopefully he broke his nose,) and immediately ran to warn price or laswell, or anyone else. but graves had chosen his timing well. as he ran down the hall, he could hear the beginnings of a fight. of fucking warfare.

he didnt go into detail about the fighting, giving a bare bones rundown of how it went before he had been knocked out. the next time he had woken up, he'd been in a moving vehicle, blindfolded and bound. no matter what he did, what questions he asked, or how hard he struggled, he was kept in the dark about where they were going. he didnt know how long he had been slipping in and out of consciousness before he finally woke to the jostling of being thrown out of the car onto the hard ground, hearing the clang of a pocket knife sounding next to him and the doors slam shut, then the unmistakable rumbling of the car driving off.

at that point, there wasnt much left to tell. he managed to find the knife, cut away the bindings, unblindfold himself, and then end up in the trouble that ghost saved him from a day later.

when he finishes telling his story, the two of them sit in silence for a minute. johnny's glad ghost doesnt mention the way his breath had began to stutter partway through the story- even more glad for the dark hiding the way his cheeks were wet.

just as he opens his mouth to say something more, to brush off the vulnerability he displayed, ghost cuts him off with his own confession.

"simon."

"huh?"

"my name."

"oh."

"mm."

theyre silent for a few minutes more.

"goodnight, johnny."

"... g'night, simon."

at some point during their travels, they meet alejandro and rodolfo. it started with a short scuffle in a safehouse the two men had been occupying, but it ended with only a few bruises and a shaky agreement to not hurt each other.

its over dinner that soap mentions graves- they had been making small talk about how they got there, soap and alejandro immediately hitting it off- and both of the men have a nearly visceral reaction. rudy is significantly calmer about it than alejandro is, but the anger in his eyes is the same.

soap gives them a minimal description of his experience- graves betrayed his group, attacked them, and dropped soap in the middle of no where- and its not long after that alejandro and rudy have an exchange in spanish, then alejandro turns and insists that they join the group to get revenge on graves.

soap usually wouldve immediately said yes, but instead he turns to ghost. they make eye contact, seemingly having a silent conversation, before ghost sighs and turns back to the two men.

"right, fine. but im laying down some ground rules."

and so two became four.

while theyre traveling, things are stirring back with the 141. price, even though he was imprisoned, managed to get both himself and gaz out unnoticed. graves had admitted that soap had simply been removed instead of killed, hence his absence, so price is hoping that if he looks hard enough he can find him. because he knows soap would never abandon them if he had the choice.

and so they travel. price watches over gaz, gaz keeps price on his feet, and they continue searching for soap, until they find them neck deep in the middle of a horde and rescue them.

[pangeen]

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“ Freezing Ocean Sunsets “ // © John Derting

Music:  Hans Zimmer - Cornfield Chase

[you-have-made-a-fatal-error]

Warnings at Waverly Academy art part I of IV

1- Lady Marie Leslie by Joshua Reynolds, 1764 2- Still Life by Willem Kalf, 1660 3- La moissonneuse by Jules Breton, 1885 4- The Cottage in a Cornfield by John Constable, 1833 5- Still life - a mixed bouquet in a copper jug by William Arthur Chase, late 19th/early 20th c.* 6- The Landing Place by Hubert Robert, 1900 7- A Young Girl Reading by Jean-Honore Fragonard 8- A Woman Peeling Apples by Pieter de Hooch, 1663 9- Courtyard of Innsbruck Castle by Albrecht Durer, 1495

*the only painting in wac that's not found on the corel photo library art collection. it's just a weird choice to go to a different source for this painting specifically. 'no, we can't use any of the other 458 images from corel, it has to be this one instead. nothing else could possibly do' said no one ever bc no one put that much thought into selecting the paintings for this game. so why.

1 is also in trt, 6 is in ven, 7 is in stfd and mhm.

[itsmythang]

Rosa Ingram and her teen sons were sentenced to death in 1948 after they murdered a white neighbor who attempted to sexually assault their mother. Thanks to civil rights activists the story gained national press. They were later released on parole for being "model prisoners."

—In 1948 Rosa Lee Ingram, a sharecropper and widowed Mother of four boys, was the center of one of the most-explosive capital punishment cases in history. In 1948 in a one-day trial, Ingram and two of her teenage boys were sentenced to die by electric chair, after an altercation with a White landowner in the state of Georgia. On November 4, 1947, the landowner reportedly confronted Ingram and three of her sons over livestock entering his land near the small town of Ellaville. John Stratford was armed with a shotgun and pocket knife when he went to have his word with Ingram. Three of Ingram’s boys overheard their mother yelling then rushed over to her armed with farm instruments.

Later, the 64-year-old man was found dead by way of blows to the head according to the investigation. In several accounts and most notably in author Janus Adams‘ “Sister Days: 365 Inspired Moments in African-American Women’s History,” it was said that Stratford struck Ingram in the head with the butt of his rifle after threatening to shoot her mules that allegedly invaded his cornfield. Other historical accounts state that according to later testimony, though, Stratford threatened Ingram with sexual assault before striking her.

Either way, Ingram and her sons, Wallace, 16, and Sammy, 14, were all convicted by an all-White jury to death; Charles, 17, was at the scene but not charged due to lack of evidence. Although there was an investigation at the scene of the murder, it has been suggested that many who responded to the incident were not officially mandated to do so. As a result, civil rights activists from NAACP branches around the nation leaped in to action to assist Ingram and her boys. Court-appointed White lawyer S. Hawkins Dykes was aided by the the Civil Rights Congress (CRC) and their fund-raising efforts.

Although this move caused some tension with the NAACP, Ingram and her sons were able to get an appeal and their sentences were reduced to life in prison. National Committee to Free the Ingram Family, led by Mary Church Terrell, was instrumental in continuing to fight on behalf of the Ingram family and worked alongside the CRC and NAACP to ensure their freedom.

Working across class and color lines, the case was a rallying cry for women activists and attracted the attention of the media in the North. These organizations worked tirelessly to keep Ingram’s case alive in the minds of the public, even appealing to President Harry Truman to intervene at one point.

Finally in 1959, the Ingrams were granted parole and released. The case placed a highlight on the racist and divisive Jim Crow laws of the South and also galvanized African-American women to participate in civil rights activism. Ms. Ingram lived in Atlanta from the time of her release in prison until her passing in 1980.