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pareidoliaonthemove · 8 months ago

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What Are Little Girls Made Of

“How far to the lifesigns, Thunderbird Five?”

Virgil stopped the rest behind the ‘mini-Mole’, as he waited for his older brother to respond.

“About twenty meters, Two. You need to veer five degrees right, and one degree down. That will have you breaking through their air pocket at the corner diagonally opposite from their position.”

“FAB, Thunderbird Five. Five degrees right one, one degree down. Moving out.”

Virgil keyed in the course change on his wrist controller, and activated the mini-Mole. With a high pitched squeal, the small ROV again started drilling into the concrete and rebar of the collapsed building. It captured all the detritus, mixed it with a quick setting binding agent, and extruded it against the ‘walls’ of its tunnel, ensuring that the resulting space wasn’t going to collapse immediately behind it.

Virgil eyed his wrist controller as he crawled after the machine. Time was still of the essence in this type of rescue. They hadn’t been able to ascertain exactly why the commercial complex had collapsed, and that made Virgil very unhappy.

In front of him, the mini-Mole chirruped, slowed its pace and drill, and pulled forward to show a hole in the ‘wall’ facing a void. Virgil activated his passive line to John, then crawled up to the entryway and cautiously poked his head through. “International Rescue. Is anybody here?”

Stupid question, he knew there were two human life-signs in this space, but the enquiry served multiple purposes. Firstly, it identified him, and stopped anyone from trying to brain him with a rock – it had happened. Trapped people panicked, and if they had fears about running out of oxygen, another person in ‘their’ space, breathing ‘their’ air was a threat that had to be ‘dealt’ with.

Secondly, it told him if the lifesigns were conscious. No conscious victim could resist responding to the magic words...

“International Rescue!”

And there it was. One of the two lifesigns was currently bouncing towards him, a little girl about seven years of age, rushing across the space, her pigtails streaming behind her, pink ribbons fluttering. Virgil watched carefully as he crawled into the space. She was moving freely, despite concrete dust liberally coating her body, and bloody red grazes on the sides of legs and palms of her hand. Her dress, once a pink frilly layered affair was now torn and lank.

She must have felt like a princess when she left her home this morning.

The little girl grabbed his hand and started trying to drag him back with her to the far corner. “You have to come, Mummy’s stuck! She can’t get out!”

“Judy! Calm.” The voice was laced with pain but firm and calming. Two conscious resucees. That was good.

Judy stopped her insistent dragging, but didn’t let go of Virgil’s hand. “Please, Mister International Rescue. My Mummy is stuck. Can you help her get out?”

Virgil smiled, it was a practised smile, confident and calm. “That’s why I’m here. Now, where is your mummy, and what is her name?”

A deep breath. “My Mummy’s name is Jennifer Robson. My name is Judy Robson. Mummy is over in that corner,” she pointed. “And her legs are caught under the roof. Mine were, too,” she added, “but I’m little so I managed to wiggle my way out. Mummy can’t.”

“Thank you, Judy. You’ve been very brave, and very helpful. Can you keep helping me by staying here, while I go and see what’s got your mummy stuck?”

A determined nod, but her fear was betrayed by small teeth gnawing at her lower lip and bright water gathering in her eyes.

Virgil smiled again, and lowered himself down beside her mother. “Mrs Robson?” he asked, it never hurt to check names with parents. Judy had spoken clearly, but a misunderstood name at a rescue site could have consequences later.

The woman smiled up at him from where she lay on her left side. “That’s right, please call me Jenny. It’ll save time.” A glance at her daughter. “It’s a bit more complicated than just being stuck. I think something’s gone through my left leg.” A frown. “My right leg is lying in front of the left, and I can move it freely, but…”

Virgil nodded. “Okay. I understand.” He pulled a device from the satchel he had been dragging under his chest, clipped to his harness. “This is a snake,” he showed Mrs Robson. “I’m going to slide it behind you, and it’ll let me see what’s holding you in place. Then I can come up with a plan to get you out.”

“That would be appreciated,” Jenny smiled.

Virgil eased his way behind her, and activated the snake, sending it slipping down next to her back, and relaying what it ‘saw’ to a little 2D screen on the control box.

He frowned at what he saw. A piece of rebar – entirely too thin for what it was presumably doing, he noted absently – had been freed from it encasing concrete, and had stabbed through Jenny’s left calf. He sent the snake bobbing down, to examine beneath.

They were in luck, the rebar had only just broken the skin, and hadn’t pinned her to the slab below. One cut, a slight jacking of the slab above her, and Jenny could be pulled out.

He informed Jenny as much, and then paused. Judy was sitting cross legged where he had left her, her apparent calm betrayed by the clean furrows tear tracks had carved down the concrete dust coating her face. He couldn’t send the little girl up the tunnel on her own, there were too many side branches that had been carved to reach other victims of the collapse. He couldn’t take her himself, and leave Jenny alone. And they really couldn’t afford the time to have one of his brothers come down and collect Judy, but she was still only young, and he didn’t really want her to see the state her mother was in.

Jenny saw where he was looking, and smiled. “If you’re worried about upsetting her with blood, you shouldn’t. Your biggest problem will be keeping her out of the way to wrap up a wound. Little girls come in two flavours, precious princesses who kick up and fuss at the mere mention of the word ‘blood’, or perfect little ghouls, who delight in it, and must be shown any wound the instant they learn of it.” She raised her voice so her daughter could hear. “Judy wants to be a doctor when she grows up, she is very interested in first aid and how to treat injuries. Judy the Ghoul, we call her.”

Judy perked up. “Oh, does Mummy need first aid? Can I help? I know how to apply bandages! Please, can I help? I’ll be super helpful!”

Virgil glanced at her mother, who was all but laughing at his confusion. “Judy, tell Mister International Rescue how you treat someone with a stab wound.”

“First, never ever ever take the object out of the wound. Take a bandage, and make doughnut, like this,” she held up both hands to make an ‘O’ shape, “slide it over the foreign object, and then wrap other bandages around it to keep in place.”

Virgil nodded approvingly. “Very good. That’s absolutely correct. First I’m going to have to get your mom out, and then we can do the first aid together, okay?”

A determined nod. “Yes, sir.”

“Okay, then, let’s get cracking.” He turned to his satchel, and pulled out a jack, setting it up, again behind Jenny, and then pulling out a version of Mini-MAX. This one programmed for exactly this kind of scenario, and kitted out with a miniature version of his shoulder mounted laser.

Virgil always had trepidations about ‘his’ Mini-MAX. It had taken Brains a lot of trial and error to tone down MAX’s natural enthusiasm. That coupled with a high powered laser had had … interesting results. International Rescue’s high energy equipment testing protocols and test chamber had both needed serious overhauling.

As was his habit, Virgil held his breath as Mini-MAX attached the heat absorbing shield, and activated his laser. But the little robot did his job perfectly, flying back out to his ‘travel’ case, leaving Jenny with a half-inch of rebar sticking out of her leg.

Virgil again held his breath as the jack slowly, so slowly, eased upwards just enough for him to slide Jenny out without jostling the rebar, and, once she was clear, slowly easing the slab back down to its original position.

As Virgil turned his attention to his charge’s injury, he found the little girl, kneeling beside her mother, her face mere inches from the ground, as she examined the injury with a bright-eyed intensity that made him just a little bit uneasy.

Gently pulling the girl, back he helped her sterilise her hands, and they both made a ‘doughnut’ out of bandages, and while Judy held them in place, Virgil started the binding bandage. He then turned to give Jenny painkillers, while keeping an eye on Judy as she completed the binding.

Quickly assembling the hover stretcher from its folded up state in his satchel, Virgil explained his evacuation plan to his patient and ‘assistant’. Jenny was soon installed on the stretcher, and strapped firmly in place, while Judy was more loosely strapped to her right side, so she could ‘monitor’ her mother on their trip to the surface.

Bringing the mini-Mole around to face back up its tunnel, Virgil tethered the hover stretcher to its back, and sent the Mole, the stretcher and its occupants trundling back towards freedom. Quickly packing up his remaining equipment, Virgil started crawling after the Mole, quietly confirming with John the condition of his rescuees and confirming that there was appropriate resources waiting for them top side, and that there was no-one else to pull from the wreckage of the building.

The trip back up passed quicker than had the one down, with Judy chatting happily to her mother, and then relaying regular ‘updates’ back to Virgil. The dying rays of sunlight bathing the scenery in reds and golds seemed unnaturally bright to Virgil as he crawled out of the hole, accepting Gordon and Scott’s help to stand upright again, and pull off his helmet. His back cracking as he straightened, but he bit back the groan as he twisted. That was just a bit too ‘old man’.

Ambulance crews, already briefed by John as to Jenny’s condition, and treatment already provided, had shifted her from the IR stretcher to their own gurney, and Judy was standing, watching intently as they took her vital signs, and unworriedly alternating between talking over, and talking to the little girl.

A woman, dressed in the ambulance’s uniform, drew Jenny away, and briefly examined the grazes on her legs and hands, and Virgil was briefly concerned that he had missed something in his haste to free the mother. But as the woman realised Virgil was watching, she offered a smile, and a thumbs up; and Virgil relaxed.

Beside him, Gordon nudged his arm, pressed an object into Virgil’s hand. It was one of the buttons Virgil had had made up, a test run of item he wanted to propose to Scott for distribution to kids at Danger Zone. A small button with a pin back. In the centre was the IR logo, an around it, in – naturally – Thunderbird Two Green was the words “I Was Brave For International Rescue”.

Virgil frowned at Gordon. These weren’t supposed to be here, but Gordon just nodded to Judy. “She’s earned it. Scott’s busy, go on, Virg.”

Virgil walked over, and knelt down beside Judy. “I wanted to thank you, Judy. You were very brave and very helpful back there.” He held up the button to her. “You’ve earned this. Can I pin it to your dress?”

Judy’s eyes went wide as she saw the button, and she nodded. Virgil reached forward, and very carefully pinned it to the dress, probably a bit high, it was near her collarbone. But Judy stared down at it a moment, before launching herself at Virgil and nearly strangling him with a hug. “Thank you, Mister International Rescue. Thank you for helping me and my Mummy.”

Virgil cautiously returned the hug, “Thank you, Judy.” A shout from the nearby ambulance had Judy’s caretaker gently pulling her away from Virgil and leading her away. Judy bounded as she went, pigtails streaming behind her. Back to her mother.

Twenty Years Later

Virgil lay back, watching the flickering pattern of light tiles rush past over his head. Whatever drugs they had given him on the way to the hospital were working a treat, what had been a fiery burning pain was now a dull throb, annoying but he could live with it.

A new body joined the lineup alongside his gurney, and Virgil turned his attention to the newcomer. A woman, about thirty, her long dark hair was caught in a plait, a pink ribbon incongruously woven into the braid, and formed the tie, candy pink scrubs that stuck out like a beacon amid the soft blues and teals.

A photo ID card at the end of the lanyard bounced about as she ran, and Virgil couldn’t make out then name, but recognised from the colour stripe along the right edge that the woman was an Emergency Department Trauma Surgeon. Attached to the lanyard, near her collarbone, was a pin, and Virgil strained to see it. He frowned, and reached up a hand to tug on the lanyard so he could get a closer look at the pin.

A IR blue clad arm reached about and caught his hand. “Hey, Virg, no grabbing. Hands to yourself, even when drugged, bro.”

There was a laugh, and the woman pulled off the lanyard one handed, and held the pin for his inspection. It was an old button, faded from exposure to light, but Virgil instantly recognised it. Scott had quickly forbidden them when he had found out, but the IR logo in the centre, and the words, “I Was Brave For International Rescue” ran around the edge in Thunderbird Two Green was unmistakable.

A name came to him, an image of a cement dust covered little girl in torn pink dress and pigtails, peering in fascination at the rebar piercing her mother’s leg. “Judy the Ghoul,” he said, voice slurring.

Above him, Judy – Doctor Judy – laughed. “That’s me. I’m honoured you remembered me.”

Virgil lay back and closed his eyes. “Never forgot. Little girls are ghouls. Important lesson t’ learn.” He opened his eyes. “My little girls are even worse. Had’ta keep infirmary locked. Was tryin’ to play ‘doctor’.”

She laughed again, turning her attention to his lower body. Virgil really didn’t want to know what she was seeing. Feeling what had happened was bad enough. A thought. “Did y’ Mum keep th’ leg?”

“No,” was the absent reply. “Sepsis infection at the hospital meant she lost her leg, at the knee. She has a prosthesis; reckons it’s the best thing that ever happened to her. Says it reduced her footache by fifty percent.”

She turned back to Virgil. “But I’m afraid we’ll not be reducing your footache, Mr Tracy. But if you can be very brave and helpful, we’ll have you back rescuing little girls from collapsed buildings in no time.”

Virgil smiled, as half of the people surrounding him, including his brother, fell away, and he was propelled through double doors into the gleaming sterility of a surgical theater. “I look forward to it.”

Notes:

I have five nieces, aged between ten and two. Any bandages or bandaids must be immediately removed for them to inspect the damage. Ghouls. The lot of them. Unless it’s their blood!

The standard disclaimers, I do not own Thunderbirds, either the TOS or CGI Series. (Although I do own copies on DVD.)

I do not do this for money, but for my own (in)sanity and entertainment.

#fanfic #my fanfic #thunderbirds are go #virgil tracy #john tracy #gordon tracy #collapsed building #first aid #amputation

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aimeedaisies · 4 days ago

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Court Circular | 23rd June 2025

St James’s Palace

The Princess Royal, Royal Patron, the Security Institute, this afternoon attended the Security Institute Experience Day at Girlguiding Leicestershire, Topstones, Sludge Hall Hill, Billesdon, and was received by Colonel Richard Hurwood (Vice Lord-Lieutenant of Leicestershire).

Court Circular | 24th June 2025

St James’s Palace

The Princess Royal, Warden, this morning opened a new Coastguard Rescue Centre at Gordonstoun School, Duffus, Elgin, and was received by His Majesty’s Lord-Lieutenant of Moray (Air Commodore Alistair Monkman).

Her Royal Highness, President, Riding for the Disabled Association, having been received by Mrs Nancy Robson (Deputy Lieutenant of Moray), this afternoon visited Forres, Nairn and District Group, Muiryhall, Miltonduff, and presented The King’s Award for Voluntary Service.

Court Circular | 25th June 2025

St James’s Palace

The Princess Royal, having been received by His Majesty’s Lord-Lieutenant of Hampshire (Mr Nigel Atkinson) and the High Commissioner of Canada (His Excellency the Hon Ralph Goodale), this morning attended the Liphook Canada Day Service at St Mary’s Church, Church Road, Bramshott, and attended the Canada Day Performance at Liphook Church of England Junior School, Avenue Close, Liphook.

Her Royal Highness, Colonel-in-Chief, The Royal Logistic Corps, this afternoon inspected The Queen’s Own Gurkha Logistic Regiment on public duties at St James’s Palace.

The Princess Royal, Patron, Opportunity International United Kingdom, this evening held a Reception at St James’s Palace.

Court Circular | 26th June 2025

Buckingham Palace

The Princess Royal, on behalf of The King, held an Investiture at Buckingham Palace this morning.

Her Royal Highness, on behalf of His Majesty, held an Investiture at Buckingham Palace this afternoon.

St James’s Palace

The Princess Royal, Colonel-in-Chief, Royal Corps of Signals, this evening held a One Hundred and Fifth Anniversary Reception at St James’s Palace.

#soz for not posting these recently #i’ve been on my holibobs #princess anne #princess royal #court circular

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wawamouse · 10 months ago

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Oz Rewatch 3: S5E04: Next Stop Valhalla

Storylines

Jaime tries to kill Guerra and is killed instead; Miguel feels guilty; Alicia Hinden comes to Oz with the dog training program; Augustus, Penders, and Miguel are selected

Miss Sally’s Schoolyard to become Sallycise; Brass confirms to Rebadow he bought the lottery ticket; Martinez hits Brass with a shit cocktail; Gloria tries to get Martinez put in the hospital and then beats him up when he keeps touching her face

Beecher and Schillinger fight during an interaction session; Schillinger antagonises Schibetta;

Peter Marie visits Keller; McClain visits Keller

Winthrop and Guenzel arrive at Oz; Guenzel is taken under Beecher’s wing while Winthrop becomes a prag for the Aryans in Unit B

Frank Urbano arrives at Oz; Beecher asks Pancamo for the Italians help in protecting Guenzel; the Aryans and Italians get into a fight

Gloria tells Ryan he has to tell his mother about his crimes; Ryan breakdances instead; Shupe tells O’Reily that Li going to rape his mom; Ryan and Cyril kill Li

Augustus continues to grieve his mother and ends up breaking his sobriety

Omar annoys Emerald City and Said with his singing, McManus gives him a supply closet to practice in; Redding demands Omar use it to sell drugs; Lalar and Arif complain to Said that he’s neglecting his role as leader; Robson tortures and kills Lalar

Sister: That’s why they gotta stop announcing everything they do in this show, like...

Sister: I feel like [Norma’s] just dead at this point.

Sister: I feel like they’re leading up to him being like a mass shooter or something. Me: You think he’s gonna snap? Sister: He seems like the type...

Sister: …I think being free would making him happy. I mean, [Toby] had that whole vision about being free that did not include [Chris], so I think he’ll be fine.

Sister: You can just tell them anything and they’ll let you through…

Sister: What’s wrong with this guy? What’s he in for? Me: Hate crimes… Murder, officially, I think. Sister: Hate crime? What’s he sniffing people for? Me: He's just a perv...

Sister: …That’s so gross… In my sickened state*, I can’t even summon a bleugh. Me: [Retching noise] Sister: Thanks. (*We got some booster shots yesterday and Sister always gets sick afterward lol)

Sister: When are they going to address that guy whose wife also died? Me: Never. Sister: So why did they introduce her?! To spout off some facts and get shushed by the priest?? Me: Maybe there was originally supposed to be more of a story to it and it go cut. Sister: No, they just wanted to do their little after school special moment and then not deal with it. You know, if any of the Muslims should be having the issues in these episodes, it should be the other guy (Arif), not Mr. Said... Me: They could have issues together. Sister: Yeah. Kill the Nazi helper dude. The one who's egging everything on. Schillinger doesn't even really do stuff on his own anymore. Before, he didn't want to fight and wanted to become a Jesus freak and it was always that guy whispering in his ear. And now look.

Sister: How we know he’s not gonna build a bomb in there? … Oh, I guess they took away all the cleaning supplies…

Stray Thoughts

Sister says Jia Kenmin and Li Chen’s plan to provoke Ryan so they could kill him in self defense was really not thought-out

Sister is convinced that someone is going to die for one of the dogs

Sister believes that killing Robson would get rid of most of the Aryans’ bite since she views him as being the worst out of all the Aryans

Final thoughts

The scene where Robson and what’s his face torture Lalar is the toughest scene to watch in the entire show, imo. And it pisses me off (like, I’m actually getting mad thinking about it right now, lol) that Robson gets more expansion in terms of character as the show progresses, too, because whooooooooo gives a shit about a Nazi?! They still haven’t followed up on Arif’s wife LMAO. Also Urbano gets introduced this episode and they don’t end up doing shit with him, really, either. But let’s learn about this asshole!!

Sister: I feel like they’ve run out of storylines with the Muslims and are just repeating past ones. Wasn’t it [Arif] who was the one complaining about Said’s leadership the last time? And then he couldn’t handle it which caused the whole thing… and now he’s doing it again? Me: I think they just don’t like when Said helps other people. They complained when Said was spending time on Beecher, too… Sister: Yeah, [Arif] is so needy… He’s like “you’re spending too much time with your roommate who you have to stay in a cell with” and also every time he is around, [Said] just wants [Omar] to be quiet anyway…

#oz hbo #oz rewatch

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bowsersex · 2 months ago

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thank u for finally giving a name to the type of music i like (jazz fusion) (i knew it was jazz related but didn’t know what ppl called it) (ur bio is funny and u have good taste)

Hey anon, you're probably not gonna read this because you sent this ask, two weeks ago, but I just wanna say how delighted I was to read this.

I think I was maybe 21 when I first heard jazz fusion outside of a video game. Someone posted a Youtube link to Seven Goblins by Masayoshi Takanaka, and I wish I remembered who posted it so I could thank them for changing my life for the better when it comes to listening to music. When I listened to it, I was digging it so much, and after I finished the song, Casiopea's 1979 album autoplayed. I remember the music excited me so much, I started drawing passionately like crazy, and every few minutes I would get up and run in circles to release this energy the music was giving me.

I listened to the album twice or three times that night, and I remember looking in the comments and seeing people refer to the music as "jazz fusion." I don't think I had heard the term before and I remember thinking, "THIS is jazz??," because most of the music that I had recognized as being jazz before was like, the big band jazz I would hear my public school band play. My first thought when hearing the Casiopea album was how much it reminded me of Mario Kart music, so it felt amazing to finally know the genre name of this type of music that I had always loved whenever I would hear it. From then on I would go out of my way to listen to as much jazz fusion that I could find, which caused me to end up listening to other genres of jazz. In fact I was way more interested in music since then, it started me on the road to becoming a music addict.

So it's nice to hear that my silly little bio introduced the genre name to someone who enjoys the genre. It means a lot to hear. I'm just gonna list some favorite jazz fusion albums of mine if you're wanting to get more into the genre but don't know where to start.

The Rainbow Goblins by Masayoshi Takanaka - I linked to one song from this album above, but I might as well link to the whole album since I did that for Casiopea 1979. If you like the first song I linked from it, you'll love the whole album.

Mr. Hands by Herbie Hancock - I'll just let this Youtube comment speak for me. Herbie Hancock is a legend and I would consider him required listening for jazz fusion fans.

F1 - Grand Prix World by T-Square - There's so many good albums by T-Square, they've put out an album almost every year since 1978, and all of them are good. I think this one's a great one to start with, mostly because I find the fact that they composed this music specifically for F1 racing for airings of it in Japan. Also Koji Kondo has credited their album Adventures for inspiring one of his songs, and that's also a good album to start with.

Tourist in Paradise by The Rippingtons - REALLY good album. If you like T-Square and Casiopea, you'll like this. Check out other albums by The Rippingtons if you like this, they got a good discography.

Robson Jorge e Lincoln Olivetti - Great mix of fusion and funk. If you know of any other Brazilian fusion out there let me know, I'm trying to find more to listen to.

Friendship (feat. Lee Ritenour) - I first heard of this album from a video talking about different songs that influenced Mario music, though I had heard Lee Ritenour before. Whole album is really good, though I'm not sure about other jazz fusion by Ritenour, since I've mostly only heard this album and his smooth jazz stuff.

Hope you read this and have fun listening to fusion. If anyone has any other fusion recommendations feel free to send them to me.

#music #long post #jazz fusion

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cute-ai-grannies · 1 year ago

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Mrs Sally Robson, mature model.

#ai generated #granny #pretty smile #pearl necklace #glasses #sexy pose #softcore #happy granny

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blogger360ncislarules · 2 months ago

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Masterpiece on PBS has released the first trailer for the 10th season of Grantchester, one of the platform’s longest-running series.

The season premieres on June 15 at 9/8c. The season will also be available to stream via the PBS app, PBS.org and PBS Masterpiece on Prime Video.

Stars Robson Green and Rishi Nair are set to return as DI Geordie Keating and Reverend Alphy Kottaram, respectively.

In the new episodes, Alphy has found a home in Grantchester and a best friend and intellectual equal in Geordie. Love proves more elusive, until a case throws him in the path of a romance. But before he can let anyone else in, he must confront truths about himself. Geordie, meanwhile, wrestles with his expectations for his own son and Cathy takes steps to better her career with the help of Mrs. Chapman.

In addition to Green and Nair, other returning cast members include Al Weaver as Leonard Finch, Tessa Peake-Jones as Mrs. C, Kacey Ainsworth as Cathy Keating, Oliver Dimsdale as Daniel Marlowe, Nick Brimble as Jack Chapman, Bradley Hall as DC Larry Peters and Melissa Johns as Miss Scott.

Grantchester is a co-production of Kudos (a Banijay UK Company) and Masterpiece for ITV.

#grantchester #pbs #Youtube

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citizenscreen · 1 year ago

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Stars gather to celebrated Frank McHugh’s birthday in 1935.

Pictured: Mrs. James Gleason, Ben Alexander, Anita Louise, Frank McHugh, Jimmy Gleason, Ginger Rogers, Pat O'Brien, and May Robson as Frank prepares to slice the cake.

#frank mchugh #old hollywood #james gleason #pat o’brien #ginger rogers #ben alexander #anita louise #may robson

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ozimagines · 1 year ago

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Oz Characters as Movies…

Beecher: Before Sunrise (1995)

Keller: Sanctuary (2023)

O’Reily: Scarface (1983)

Cyril: Scarface (1932)

Chico: Angels with Dirty Faces (1938)

Murphy: The Day of the Owl (1968)

Miguel: Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1922)

McManus: Metropolis (1927)

Said: He Even Has Your Eyes (2016)

Stanislavsky: One, Two, Three! (1961)

Burr: Blackboard Jungle (1955)

Chucky: Goodfellas (1990)

Agustus: Carmen Jones (1954)

Busmalis: Mr. Hulot’s Holiday (1953)

Rebadow: Stalag 17 (1953)

Carlos: The Platform (2019)

Carlo: Pasqualino and the Seven Beauties (1975)

Suzanne: Song at Midnight (1937)

Arif: Imitation of Life (1934)

Dr. Nathan: Level 16 (2018)

Robson: The Golem (1920)

Schillinger: Olympia Part One: Festival of Nations (1938)

Fiona: Kiss Me Kosher (2020)

Idzik: The Vigil (2019)

Jia: Street Angel (1937)

Morales: Casino (1995)

Omar: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner? (1967)

Peter: Life is Beautiful (1999)

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noitesnojapao · 8 months ago

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Espírito de guerra - Parte 9

O desafio agora é fazer tabelas de VS (Versus) pra ver quem pode competir com quem. Nem é um desafio tão grande assim...

Visto como esses sketchs poderiam até render algumas séries novas ou minisséries, paródias ou especiais de poucos minutos e francamente...não precisa ser igual à história real aqui do blog.

Vamos começar simplificando as coisas...

Imagem retirada do site: Imagem retirada do site: https://www.deviantart.com/edwardseville/art/KOF-96-Screen-Select-924536170

Inicialmente vou fazer a tabela apenas com personagens de KOF 96. Depois, se achar conveniente, quem sabe não acrescente personagens de outros jogos da série também.

Já pensei em construir a tabela das mais variadas maneiras, por afinidade, gosto por visual, estilo de luta, um pouco pela aparência ou até mesmo por simples achar que ficaria bom. Porém a maneira que ficaria melhor realmente é a tradicional, clássica, por tipo de papel (interpretação) e tipo de personagem (regra ou papel na série).

Hero Team (A.K.A. Japan Team, Protagonist Team or Kyo Team)

Kyo Kusanagi

Benimaru Nikaido

Goro Daimon

Mir Sato VS Kyo Kusanagi

"Bibi" VS Benimaru Nikaido

Anderson "Sapo Boi" VS Goro Daimon

Fatal Fury Team (A.K.A. Garou Densetsu Team)

Terry Bogard

Andy Bogard

Joe Higashi

Bruno Eiji VS Terry Bogard

Roger Fukahori VS Andy Bogard

Rodrigo Kawasoko VS Joe Higashi

Art of Fighting Team (A.K.A. Kyokugenryu Team)

Ryo Sakazaki

Robert Garcia

Yuri Sakazaki

Denis Massahiro Tikazawa VS Ryo Sakazaki

Jean (Amigo de escola do meu irmão) VS Robert Garcia

Hailyn VS Yuri Sakazaki

Ikari Warriors Team (A.K.A. Ikari Team)

Leona Heidern

Ralf Jones

Clark Still

Naylan VS Leona Heidern

Léo "Arboléia" VS Ralf Jones

Rodrigo Matsuda VS Clark Still

Psycho Soldier Team (A.K.A. Athena Team)

Athena Asamiya

Sie Kensou

Chin Gentsai

Ligia Harue Aiko VS Athena Asamiya

Marcos "Markin" (Mosca) Matsumura VS Sie Kensou

Kida San VS Chin Gentsai

Women Fighters Team

Kasumi Todoh

Mai Shiranui

King

Nani (Apelido dela, esqueci o nome) VS Kasumi Todoh

Andressa Tanahashi VS Mai Shiranui (Opa, treme, treme!)

Lais Matsubara VS King

Korea Justice Team (A.K.A. Kim Team)

Kim Kaphwan

Chang Koehan

Choi Bounge

Robson VS Kim Kaphwan

Luiz Utiyama (Faustão) VS Chang Koehan

Kimura (Trabalhava conosco em Kita) VS Choi Bounge

Yagami Team (A.K.A. Rivals Team or Deuteragonist Team)

Iori Yagami

Mature

Vice

Edson Yassuhiro Yukawa VS Iori Yagami

Ester Hamaoka VS Mature

Sarah VS Vice

Mid-Boss Team

Bosses Team (A.K.A. Geese Team)

Geese Howard

Wolfgang Krauser

Mr. Big

Mitsuhiro Iwata VS Geese Howard

Ryuzo Ota VS Wolfgang Krauser

Kiyoshi Nakashima VS Mr. Big

Sub-Boss

Chizuru Kagura

Kayoko Nishijima VS Chizuru Kagura

Boss

Goenitz

Michitaka "Mitch" (Mais um dos Agents "Camisas Azuis" do Seminário de auto-ajuda) VS Goenitz

Imagens acima retiradas do site: https://snk.fandom.com/wiki/The_King_of_Fighters_%2796

Dizem que quando a gente faz um post, sempre existe algo por trás.

Tem gente que se diz herói ou bandido, mas é tudo pose. É tudo balela particular pra chamar a atenção. Que mundo triste devem viver essas pessoas tão diferentes que pra elas ou eles tudo é se achar! É motivo pra provocar, fazer escândalo e tudo...absolutamente tudo é uma resposta ou fazer aquilo por provocação.

Certamente é porque se sente muito fora do contexto, diferente dos demais, e tudo ou todos é provocação. Se sente provocada ou provocado absolutamente por tudo e por todos. Nada, nem ninguém pode ser natural porque o que fazemos por naturalidade é tudo sinônimo de viver num mundo de se achar ou não ou se achar perante aos outros. Pra pessoas diferentes de nós tudo é sinônimo de provocação.

Triste?! Eu não diria tanto, pois graças a Deus não vivo nesse mundo. Tenho meus defeitos e problemas, todo mundo tem! Felizmente ou infelizmente, nunca fui capaz de entender ou viver esse drama, pois vivo outros que são meus. Todo mundo é assim, todo mundo tem problemas e soluções. A vida não é só festa, mas também não é só trabalho árduo! E isso todo mundo concorda!

Sabe como funcionam espelhos e a síndrome do super-herói?

A síndrome do super-herói é caracterizada por achar que não precisa de ajuda, tudo para encobrir um trauma particular e interior e talvez para provar a si mesma ou a si mesmo que é uma pessoa livre de problemas, que não precisa de ajuda de ninguém.

TODOS NÓS PRECISAMOS DE AJUDA!

E quem vive isso simplesmente sabe. Não aceita espelhos invertidos de pessoas que vivem dizendo ou afirmando: "VOCÊ" PRECISA DE AJUDA!

Soa sempre como se, quem precisa de ajuda vive cobrando isso dos outros como uma desculpa, uma farsa muito bem forjada, pra esconder que quem não vive isso na pele é ela ou ele...

Alguns dizem VOCÊ PRECISA DE AJUDA pra ajudar quem realmente precisa! Quem talvez não admita que não vive isso perante a Deus ou aos outros.

ATENÇÃO, ISSO É FATO!

O grande problema, principalmente de países como o Brasil e Américas, é que isso sempre toma um escopo adequado à cultura particular de uma pequena cidade. Aí passa por cima de Deus, das autoridades, do direito das outras pessoas como ser humano e acaba se perdendo. Acaba perdendo a própria sanidade, os próprios amigos, as únicas companhias que teve um dia, perde a família, passa por cima do crime como se fosse o rei ou a rainha da máfia e infelizmente com isso acaba perdendo o respeito de tudo e de todos também. A começar pela própria favela, tráfico, facções e por aí vai.

A ilusão desse tipo de gente talvez sempre seja: SE SALVAR! "SAVE ME, BUT HOW DO YOU WANT TO BE SAVED IF YOU SAY I NEEDN'T TO BE SAVED?!"

EVERYONE OF US NEED HELP! EVERYONE OF US NEED TO BE SAVED SOMETIMES!

Heroes not always use cape ou claim for themselves: We need superpowers!

Some people claim to want to have superpowers, but it's only to cover a weakness that they don't need help or want to be superior to everyone in any way.

Thankfully, I never understood people that born this way. I don't know if this is good or evil, but I believe trully that is neutral. It's only a matter of born, feel, change if you want, and if you really understand that different kinds of persons can live together being happy, so try to understand different views is not always a simple try to understand and live happy together. It's more than a simple judgement or general advice, general preaching.

E quando a Andressa falou de pessoas figuronas, tipo aquele cara baixinho que era bem tímido e discreto, ou aquele grandão maluco que gaguejava toda hora em que ficava nervoso e fazia coisas que todo mundo duvidava, ou aquele outro que se fazia de normal mas dava a entender claramente que escondia alguma coisa. Aquele outro caliente que parecia um pouco comigo, ou então aquele que chegava no maior papo porém ela fugiu dele porque só ficava naqueles papos de perguntar região ou o que ela fazia da vida, MEEEEEEUUUU...é como diria a Lais quando ficava com aquela cara de loja! Desculpa o termo, Lalá; mas enfim...

ELES EXISTEM !!! E ESTAVAM ENTRE NÓS !!!

Certa vez o Joelmir comentou que existiam aliens trabalhando conosco no Pareto também, pra mim tomar cuidado com isso.

Pessoal, tudo isso não faz o mínimo sentido se estamos de consciência limpa.

Na verdade faz sentido se o que você quiser entender por conta própria for de consciência limpa e certo pra vc. Bonito, não?! É a coisa mais simples do mundo: Ser simples!

Agora, na moral, acreditar ou não acreditar, escrever um livro sobre suas aspirações ou não, EU NUNCA ENTENDI! SÃO COISAS DE PESSOAS DIFERENTES DE NÓS...

Ser sincera (o) ou não ser nunca foi drama pra mim ou alguns.

E inclua-se no meio se você é bastante diferente de mim e pessoas mais parecidas comigo.

Sei que posso estar sendo um pouco duro com todo mundo que lê esse blog, mas por favor; por todo mundo...PEGA ESSA PROFUNDIDADE E ENFIA NO C... !!!

É dispensável, chucro, irrelevante, mas vou dizer só porque quero. E porque o blog é meu...

A gente faz as coisas para os outros e pelos outros. Pra ver alguém feliz, relaxar as pessoas, às vezes conscientizar ou passar uma idéia muitas vezes sem intenção. Transmitir algo bom.

Se te ajudou, se vcs gostam de ler os meus blogs, que bom!

Minha intenção não é passar nada ruim aqui. Só quando é preciso, às vezes pode levar a algo bom.

Estou tendo alguns problemas por conta da viagem pro Japão novamente. Tanto no campo profissional como no pessoal, em todos os campos da vida pra ser mais exato e óbvio.

Acredito que por causa desses problemas constantes, mas não insolúveis ou irresolvíveis, ou até mesmo impossíveis de se conviver junto a eles, como sempre diz meu irmão caçula, ainda acredito que vou terminar a série "Biomorphosis" quando estiver lá.

Não sei por que, algo no fundo me diz isso todos os dias. É muito complicado por causa dos problemas de saúde que tive e por começar a série cedinho demais! Era pra começar bem mais tarde, uns anos depois, porém se tá servindo como uma prévia canon (oficial), agradecemos o prestígio e carinho de vcs todos os dias.

Se alguém leva a mal ou na ofensa tudo o que é dito aqui, leva pro lado pessoal, se ofende e pensa que tudo é uma resposta ou provocação, que pena que pessoas assim ainda habitem plataformas de rede sociais. É uma pena muito grande que certas pessoas levem um trabalho feito com tanta dedicação na intenção de sempre se ofender ou se prejudicar com isso. Não é e nunca foi essa a nossa intenção, mas uma pena que algumas pessoas gostem de estar em rede social pra se ofenderem, levarem tudo como uma resposta maligna e ofensiva, sendo que tudo o que fazemos é sempre para agradar a todos os nossos leitores. Que pena, que alguns preferem viver enxergando por esse lado, sempre. Não importa qual trabalho for, feito por quem seja. Não é julgando, nem mesmo condenando, apenas sendo realista.

"Ninguém" pode mexer com eles, provocá-los...cada gesto é uma resposta ou uma vingança. Vindas deles mesmos. "Ninguém" pode cumprimentá-los, ou simplesmente ignorar. Porque cada gesto, cada ação é um ato de vingança ou resposta, que só vem nada mais, nada menos da mente dos próprios excluídos ou minoria. Daria até roteiro de um filme trash bem nojento sobre monstros deformados, não?! Mas não é...realmente não é.

O que se trata são de uma minoria que nem com a polícia vindo reprimir o que eles fazem todos os dias, é mais um caso de saúde mental msm. Com a parte humana, pessoal em si. E vai saber se forças do outro mundo sempre não estiveram presentes nas pessoas mais comuns? Nos atos mais simples e imperceptíveis do mundo?! É tudo uma questão de percepção e vivência. Tudo é perseguição ou retaliação no mundo dessa minoria. Eu posso estar julgando também...

Agora, fala sério...ninguém pode com eles?! Então eles são uma mistura de todos os tipos de existências: Boas, Más, Neutras, e também depende da afinidade que você consegue criar com cada um. Grande farsa...eles não são maiores do que o bem que existe no universo; do que o mal...

Difícil seria se o próprio bem ou próprio mal se manifestasse pessoalmente aqui na Terra em forma única. O que acontece e muita gente já sabe são manifestações neutras, boas ou más, mas com certeza não são o bem ou o mal em si. São reflexos de tudo isso o que existe. Não têm tanto poder assim...tanto não têm que o destino de cada um quem decide é a própria pessoa. Influências temos aos montes por aí. Nenhuma delas é realmente poderosa ou importante perante a sua vida, que somente vc pode fazer por si só. Felizmente ou não, o mundo sempre foi mesmo em termos de profundidade. E assim sempre será. Não quanto às mudanças, sim quanto a essa questão de existência. E tem gente que acredita que continua depois de morrer, enfim...não sei como é estar morto (acredito ter estado esses tempos atrás por algumas horas, sem brincadeira). Mas sei que os mortos dizem que a consciência, o poder de decisão, essa mente consciente continua depois da morte. Fato!? Não sei...

Nós temos na outra ponta pessoas do ramo policial trabalhando junto com esse tipo de gente escrota e ridícula! Fazem a lei por reprimir mesmo! Tudo é resposta ou vingança, ou movimento político pra assassinar alguém. É tudo uma "seriedade/palhaçada" forjada em parte pelo governo mundial e alguns meios de comunicação (poucas pessoas) que insistem em seus traumas de infância particulares e pessoais pra tornar o mundo do jeito que eles bem entenderem. Por tornar o mundo ou algum país, estado, um lugar pior para se viver. Dominado pelas adultices e criancices dessa minoria (os que são ruins). Contudo, acredito que existem muitos traumas e questões pessoais aí. Aí junto com tudo isso também já é cada um por si igualmente. Não podemos julgar, nem condenar, pelo lado pessoal.

Pessoas boas existem aos montes! No governo mundial, em toda parte do mundo...vamos evidenciar essas pessoas!? É o que sempre fazemos, não é mesmo?!

E falando em trabalhar com fatos, peço desculpas quando disse que trabalhamos com fatos, e não com o sonho das pessoas.

Quem é fã, quem aprecia o nosso trabalho e dedicação todos os dias, sabe que nunca foi isso o que queremos dizer. Quem conhece a gente, simplesmente conhece. Não é preciso meia palavra.

Se os fatos são os sonhos das pessoas, então isso é fato e acabou. Se trabalhamos com fatos, certamente trabalhamos com o sonho de muitas pessoas também. Só que isso precisa ser fato para que possamos trabalhar com isso.

Também acredito que é preciso uma certa quantia de engano nas relações sociais, não a julgar pelo caráter das pessoas, mas pelos próprios fatos!

Não podemos ser perfeitos ou trabalhar com os sonhos de todas as pessoas do mundo, porém podemos trabalhar com os sonhos das pessoas em geral.

Também interpreto de maneira muito particular todas as frases e citações do mundo, acredito que todos fazem igual.

Discordo parcialmente da frase de Raul Seixas, acredito que em parte é verdade. Porém cada uma/um é único, né?! Isso é fato e direito de cada uma/um. E acontece diferente, ninguém é igual não.

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Reading List - 2024

Let's Do It, Already!, Vol. 1 - Aki Kusaka

House of Hunger - Alexis Henderson

A Fragile Enchantment - Allison Saft

Honey So Sweet, Vol. 1-5 - Amu Meguro

In the Roses of Pieria - Anna Burke

The Toymaker's Son - Ariana Nash

Kitchen - Banana Yoshimoto

Hardboiled & Hard Luck - Banana Yoshimoto

Your Utopia - Bora Chung

Don't Beat Your Children or They'll Turn Out Like Me - Brad "BLUE" Bathgate

Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery - Brom

St. Valentine, St. Abigail, St. Brigid - C.L. Polk

Clockwork Prince - Cassandra Clare

One Saved to the Sea - Catt Kingsgrave

She Came From the Swamp - Darva Green

Vertigo Peaks - Dion Anja

O Caledonia - Elspeth Barker

Cair - Eryn Hawk

Teighan - Eryn Hawk

All That's Left to You - Ghassan Kanafani

The Hanging Game - Helen Marshall

Vampire Hunter D, Vol. 1 [Dramatized Adaption] - Hideyuki Kikuchi

The Queen of Nothing - Holly Black

The Stolen Heir - Holly Black

Welcome to the Hyunam-Dong Bookshop - Hwang Bo-Reum

Honeybloods - I.S. Belle

Love Bullet, Vol. 1 - Inee

Vampires of El Norte - Isabel Canas

A Cup of Salt Tears - Isabel Yap

Paradise Rot - Jenny Hval

Kamisama Kiss, Vol. 4-7 - Julietta Suzuki

The Case Study of Vanitas, Vol. 1 - Jun Mochizuki

Be Very Afraid of Kanako Inuki! - Kamako Inuki

God Save the Queen - Kate Locke

The Queen is Dead - Kate Locke

Long Live the Queen - Kate Locke

The Demon's Bargain - Katee Robert

The Gargoyle's Captive - Katee Robert

The Sucubus' Bride - Katee Robert

Her Frankenstein - Kawashima Norikazu

A Bone in His Teeth - Kellen Graves

Prince of the Sorrows - Kellen Graves

Lord of Silver Ashes - Kellen Graves

Herald of the Witch's Mark - Kellen Graves

The Fox and the Dryad - Kellen Graves

A Human Stain - Kelly Robson

Triquetra - Kirstyn McDermott

Soul Eater - Lily Mayne

Edin - Lily Mayne

The Rycke - Lily Mayne

Gloam - Lily Mayne

Wyn - Lily Mayne

Moth - Lily Mayne

Seraph - Lily Mayne

Lor - Lily Mayne

A Collection of Monstrous Stories - Lily Mayne

A Monstrous Christmas in the Camp - Lily Mayne

Mortal Skin - Lily Mayne

Forgotten Vows - Lily Mayne

King of Death - Lily Mayne

Born of Blood and Magic - M.C. Hutson

All Systems Red - Martha Wells

Artificial Condition - Martha Wells

Rogue Protocol - Martha Wells

Exit Strategy - Martha Wells

Fugitive Telemetry - Martha Wells

Network Effect - Martha Wells

System Collapse - Martha Wells

This is How You Lose the Time War - Max Gladstone, Amal El-Mohar

The Dragon's Betrothed, Vol. 1-2 - Meguru Hinohara

The Girl That Can't Get A Girlfriend - Mieri Hiranishi

My Special One, Vol. 1 - Momoko Koda

Crypt of the Moon Spider - Nathan Ballingrud

Lights Out - Navessa Allen

Binti - Nnedi Okorafor

Softening - Olivia Braley

The Angel of Khan el-Khalili - P. Djeli Clark

Glamour - Penelope Fletcher

Coil of Boughs - Penny Moss

House of Glass - Rojana Krait

Kappa - Ryunosuko Akutagawa

Carmilla and Laura - S.D. Simper

Burning Roses - S.L. Huang

Old Fashioned Cupcake - Sagan Sagan

Old Fashioned Cupcake with Cappuccino - Sagan Sagan

A Court of Thorns and Roses (2 of 2) [Dramatized Adaption] - Sarah J Mass

A Court of Silver Flames (1 of 2) [Dramatized Adaption] - Sarah J Mass

A Court of Silver Flames (2 of 2) [Dramatized Adaption] - Sarah J Mass

Pink Heart Jam, Vol. 1-2 - Shikke

Certain Dark Things - Silvia Moreno-Garcia

The Rot - Siri Pettersen

An Education in Malice - S.T. Gibson

The Guy She Was Interested In Wasn't A Guy At All, Vol. 1-2 - Rumiko Arai

Stuffed - Sylvia Morrow

Thornhedge - T. Kingfisher

A Wolf Steps in Blood - Tamara Jeree

Gideon the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir (x2)

The Necromancer's Light - Tavia Lark

The Paladin's Shadow

The Sword-Witch's Heart

Wolfsong - T.J. Klune

Heartsong - T.J. Klune

Midnight Secretary, Vol. 1 - Tomu Ohmi

Unhinged - Vera Valentine

The Healing Season of Pottery - Yeon Somin

Mr. Villain's Day Off, Vol. 1-3 - You Morikawa

Alice 19th, Vol. 3 - Yuu Watase

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