#Robert Colls

[almondemotion]

Elephants, walruses, and forlorn carpenters

Poor old Freya. Norse goddess and troubled walrus.

Sometime in the 1920’s George Orwell killed an elephant. Big animals and their untimely deaths have been in the news recently. On the 14th of August, Freya the Walrus was euthanased in Norway. One hundred years separates the killings (I won’t call them murders, although some people are very upset about Freya), and, what else has changed? Beyond Orwell’s elephant being unnamed, Freya has her own…

[nice-day-for-fishin-aint-it]

Watched the bored horror campaign and it was fucking hilarious. spoilers below the cut:

Rowan sucks seven monster "dicks"

Byron never fails a search check and that is literally insane

Rowan brings all his employees back to life with six manipulation checks in a row

But Alan dies anyways a little later (I blame Adam and Rowan) and Rowan actually takes his dead body back with them

The ending is even more tragic than just Alan dying and it puts a very weird and gross spin on sucking them "dicks"

[canepatrick]

[fourorfivemovements]

Films Watched in 2022:

89. Mahler (1974) - Dir. Ken Russell

[pilgrim1975]

Alphonse Brengard. Justice delayed, but not denied.

When New York cop-killer Alphonse Brengard walked his last mile at Sing Sing on September 6, 1934 it may have been with a firm sense of time and his crimes having finally caught up with him. Brengard died for a murder effectively committed years before, but he was not to wait in Sing Sing’s infamous ‘Death House’ for very long. After evading the law for several years after the shooting, Brengard…

[scottwellsmagic]

799: TRICS 2023 - Days One & Two Report

Thursday, November 2nd

Kayla Drescher                7:00pm – 8:00pm David Jonathon               9:00pm – 10:00pm

Friday, November 3rd

Blake Vogt                    11:00 – 12:00 Eric Jones                      1:00 – 2;00 Lunch                             2:00 – 3:30 Jon Armstrong              3:30 – 4:30 Insights                          5:30 – 7:00 Dinner                            7:00 – 8:30 Friday Night Show       8:30 – 9:30 Pizza Party                    10:00 Until

Time stamps for this episode:

00:00:17 - Scott takes off on his “flying carpet” from Houston to Charlotte for the TRICS convention. He talks about some of the talent who will be at the convention.

00:05:28 - at the registration desk we chat with Tiffany Allen (the wife of Boris Wild) who talks about the registration at this convention plus what it’s like after moving to France

00:12:07 - Shawn Farquhar (the Guest of Honor at this convention) plus Billy Hsueh talk about their recent travels around the world

00:21:44 - Marv Leventhal tells us about the health status of Tom Craven

00:32:58 - Kyle Purnell and John Wolfe chat about this convention and why they attend here regularly plus we recap the lectures from the previous night

00:38:45 - Scott Robinson, main organizer of TRICS tells us that this is year number 14 and some of the special things going on

00;44:00 - Joe Daniels will be the host of the Insights event later today and talks about who will be on the panel

00:49:19 - Roy Eidem confirmed that Tom Craven had passed within the past few hours and since Marv Leventhal and Scott Wells talked about him

00:52:03 - David Coll, Chris Sharp, and Robert Sands are all first-timers to this convention and explain why they came to this event and what they are looking forward to seeing. It’s a nice perspective from the viewpoint of first-timers.

00:55:48 - Michael Kaminskas and Scott Wells give a wrap-up of most of today’s activities.

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[magical-grrrl-mavis]

There have been 82 Doctors at this point!

Keep reading line because the list is so damn long.

Main Continuum

(In order of appearance)

Classic Who

First Doctor (William Hartnell 1963 – 1966, Richard Hurdnall 1983, David Bradley 2017, 2022)

Second Doctor (Patrick Troughton 1966 – 1969)

Third Doctor (John Pertwee 1970 – 1974)

Fourth Doctor (Tom Baker 1974 – 1981)

Fifth Doctor (Peter Davidson 1981 – 1984)

Sixth Doctor (Colin Baker 1984 – 1986)

Seventh Doctor (Sylvester McCoy 1987 – 1989)

Eighth Doctor (Paul McGann 1996 movie)

Nu Who

Ninth Doctor (Christopher Eccleston 2005)

Tenth Doctor (David Tennant 2005 – 2010)

Eleventh Doctor (Matt Smith 2010 – 2013)

The War Doctor (John Hurt 2013)

Twelfth Doctor (Peter Capaldi 2013 – 2017)

Thirteenth Doctor (Jodie Whittaker 2017 – 2022)

Fourteenth Doctor (David Tennant 2023)

Fifteenth Doctor (Ncutu Gatwa 2023 - ?)

Pre - Memory Doctors

(Timeless child my beloathed)

Morbius Doctors (Robert Holmes, Graeme Harper, Douglas Camfield, Philip Hinchcliffe, Christopher Baker, Robert Banks Stewart, George Gallaccio and Christopher Barry 1976)

The Other (Sylvester McCoy, 1990)

The Fugitive Doctor (Jo Martin 2020)

The Timeless Child(ren) (TBA, Grace Nettle, Leo Tang, Jac Jones, TBA, Jesse Deyi 2020)

Brendan (Evan McCabe 2020)

Possible Future Doctors

(italicized parts of names are the title of that Doctor's first appearance, if I can't find a better name)

Father of Time (No Actor, 1987)

"Merlin" or The Battlefield Doctor (No actor, 1991)

The Army of Shadows Doctor (No actor, 1991)

"Fred" (No actor, 1993)

The Relic (no actor 1997, 2002)

The Storytelling Doctor (Tom Baker 1999)

The Web of Caves Future Doctor (Mark Gatiss, 1999)

The Blue Angel Future Doctor (No Actor, 1999)

The Curator 1 (Tom Baker, 2013)

The Curator 2 (Collin Baker, 2022)

Pseudo-Doctors

The Watcher (Adrian Gibbs 1981)

The Valyard (Michael Jayston 1986)

The Obverse Eight Doctor (No actor, 1999)

The Metacrisis Doctor (David Tennant 2008)

The DoctorDonna (Catherine Tait 2008)

The Dream Lord (Tony Jones 2010)

The Ganger Doctor (Matt Smith 2011)

The Spriggan (David Tennant 2022)

Alternate Realities

Dalek Films

Dr. Who (Peter Cushing 1965, 1966)

The Inferno Universe

The Leader (Jack Kine, 1970)

Doctor Who and the Daleks in Seven Keys to Doomsday

The Doctor (Trevor Martin 1974)

Previous Doctor (Nocholas Briggs 2008)

The Lenny Henry Show

The Seventh Doctor (Lenny Henry 1986)

What If?

The Eighth Doctor (No actor, 1997)

The Infinity Doctors

The Infinity Doctor (No actor, 1998)

The Curse of Fatal Death

The Doctor (Rowan Atkinsen 1999)

The Quite Handsom Doctor (Richard E Grant 1999)

The Shy Doctor (Jim Briadbent 1999)

The Handsom Doctor (Hugh Grant 1999)

The Female Doctor (Joanna Lumley 1999)

The Chronicles of Doctor Who?

The Doctor (no actor, 2000)

Klein's Story

Johann Schmidt (Paul McGann, 2010)

Father Time

The Emperor (No actor, 2001)

Scream of the Shalka

The 9th Doctor (Richard E Grant 2003)

Doctor Who Unbound

The Doctor (Geoffrey Bayldon 2003)

The Unbound Doctor (David Warner 2003)

The Heartless Doctor (David Collings 2003)

The New Heartless Doctor (Ian Brooker 2003)

Martin Bannister (Derek Jacobi 2003)

The Victorious Valyard (Michael Jayston 2003)

The Previous Doctor (Nicholas Briggs 2003)

The Exile Doctor (Arabella Weir 2003)

The Warrior (Collin Baker 2022)

Gallifrey - Disassembled

Lord Burner (Collin Baker 2011)

Gallifrey - Regenerators

Commentater Theta Sigma (Collin Baker, 2011)

False Negative

The Doctor (No actor, 2017)

The People Made of Smoke

The Sixth Doctor (Dan Starkey, 2020)

Unspecified Doctors

Yeah sometimes they just say "The Doctor" and don't bother specifying...

The Cabinet of Light Doctor (No Actor, 2003)

The Dalek Factor Doctor (No actor, 2004)

[wyverwithy]

An endling is the last known individual of a species or subspecies. Once the endling dies, the species becomes extinct. (Wikipedia)

Sara Burnett, “Endling” / The Mountain Goats - Deuteronomy 2:10 / Andrew Del-Colle, “Ivory-billed Woodpecker to Be Officially Declared Extinct in U.S.” / Cosmo Sheldrake - Pliocene / Hannah Seo, “Extinction obituary: the sudden, sad disappearance of the Christmas Island forest skink” / Wikipedia, Dusky seaside sparrow / Robert James Waller, “Old songs in a New Cafe”

[ilmi0-labirint0]

fOtO . Nanni Mensch

Vaincre le jour, vaincre la nuit, Vaincre le temps qui colle à moi, Tout ce silence, tout ce bruit, Ma faim, mon destin, mon froid. Vaincre ce cœur, le mettre à nu, Écraser ce corps plein de fables Pour le plonger dans l’inconnu, Dans l’insensible, dans l’impénétrable.

Robert Desnos

[ladycamillewrites]

▻ 𝙻𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

▻ “One bed with Laing“ request by the lovely @muddyorbs

▻ warnings: 18+ smut, alcohol, light voyeusism, bit of choking kink, language, dom!Laing vibes

“Laing?” you called out as the door to the bathroom in apartment 27 b was opened. 

It wasn’t your original apartment though. Since the high rise 'still has to settle' to quote Royal some pipes were mocking, spilling water all over the 25th and 28th floor. 

Fate had decided doctor handsome also known as Robert Laing and you were paired up to share one of the apartments still for sale to bide your time until the tinsmiths were done. 

You were sure the building just wanted to punish you. Doctor Laing was incredibly fine, his face a work of art. His body in no way inferior when he sunbathed on the balcony, making your panties suffer.

“Yes, darling?” his soothing voice snaked across the corner so smoothly. Your knees feel like jelly once again. He had started to call you darling yesterday morning as you bumped into each other in the bathroom. 

Awkward was not a way to describe how you had felt almost naked in front of the tall man who was soaking wet, only a towel hiding his privates women were lionizing.

But you just couldn't manage to speak freely to Laing, needless to say the plan to ask him out never became reality.

“I… erm, listen I work here in the building but your Job is so hard and you need the good sleep” you answered from the kitchen not really getting straight to the point. 

Casually looking like elegant sex on legs the doctor strode in your field of view, doing the final touches of a black tie. He looked neat, precisely composed by daylight whereas the whole high rise knew that Laing could be an insatiable party animal.

“Beautiful woman, listen…” he purred coming closer, his cologne mingling with your freshly poured coffee. A kind of weird mixture you would be pleased to wake up to every day.

Stunned, you stood there, eyes glued on his veiny, big hand that wrapped around yours holding the mug. His unique oceanic gaze captured you with a wave of suave whispers, his voice now even deeper.

“What kind of gentleman would deny you the only bed in here?” 

Your grip around the porcelain melted underneath Laing’s tender but determined hand. 

“But like I said, we can-“ 

“No” the doctor simply chuckled, smirking as he hoisted the cup to his lip level. Your hand quickly surrendered and slipped off. A kind of submission you haven't planned. 

“We will not ask Royal for permission to move in a three chambers apartment, dear.” Laing noted before taking another big sip of your coffee.

“Rules are designed to be followed, are they not?” Carefully, he slid the mug back in your meanwhile frozen hand and turned around with his open jacket swaying in the swift motion.

But the tall blonde whose tantalizing legs went all the way up to the rooftop, stopped for a second when he grabbed the silver doorknob.

“See you at the party, darling”.

“Have a good day, doctor” you chirped seeing him wink at you before there was only silence surrounding you in the apartment that wasn’t yours.

Sighing and mourning the majority of coffee Laing had claimed just like that, you weaved past the kitchen counter, eyes falling on the couch that was his makeshift bed. 

“Fuck this” you murmured to yourself, eyeing the neatly folded sheets with curiosity sparkling in your eyes.

He had such a calculated, correct nature to himself yet shamelessly drank your coffee and always came home with his dress shirt sluttishly open and appearing ready for some debauchery. 

Which he often caused or at least relished in a few floors above.

Tonight, the party at Charlotte’s… Laing had asked you to come but normally those things weren’t quite your thing. All the drunk people, drugs, loud music and so on. 

Fumbling with the hem of your skirt your thoughts trailed off to your wardrobe, the black silk dress to be exact. No, it was too expensive to just bide it’s time on a hanger.

Perhaps the parties here were different to all the college booze-ups, you mused enjoying the last drops of hot coffee. Butterflies tormented your belly when your lips met the exact same spot Laing’s had caressed the red mug. 

Clenching your thighs at the lewd thought of him kissing along your shoulders, suckling on your collarbone you made a decision; the handsome man with this special note of madness would see you at that fucking party. 

“Where the hell is Laing?” Charlotte yelled, her voice barely audible between heavy beats and her hand resting on your ass. The slutty silk covered your upper thighs but that was it.

Two glasses of white wine had worked reliably, pulling your consciousness in a spiral of false bravery and sexual confidence.

Your friend was damn right.

Where was mister handsome now that you felt loosened up?

“Ladies… lookin’ sharp tonight, don’t ya?“ Wilder’s agitated voice suddenly made you flinch, the liquid in your glass gushing and splashing as you tripped over the rolled up carpet edge. 

With a shriek you found yourself in strong arms keeping you from falling, a familiar cologne send hints through your nostrils. 

“Wilder, my boy... You’re scaring her“ Laing chuckled, a blurry warning embedded in his quip.

You looked up, Laing looking down at you with his charming smile. A thousand sweet needles pricked your skin as the goosebumps spread across your legs. There he was.

How the hell were you able to withstand this god of a man’s magnetic pull for such a long time?

One of his dirty blonde eyebrows were raised as he sucked in his lower lip, completely fascinated by your cleavage on full display in that position. But you let him, marinated in the handsome doctor’s hungry gaze every single woman in the high rise tried to attract shamelessly.

“You did have quite a few drinks, huh darling?“ 

“Maybe… It’s Charlottes fault tho“ you giggled, a disoriented hand reaching out for your friends reassuring touch.

The alcohol did help to feel flirty nevertheless, Laing was weirdly intimidating like this; hair sleazily disheveled, jacket god knows where and dress shirt halfway open exposing his chiseled chest adorned by subtle hints of blonde curls. 

But she was gone, yelling across the room from a free couch instead. 

You took a glance at Laing who had pushed you back on your legs now, hand lingering on your ass for an inappropriate time. Whereas everything going down in the high rise was highly inappropriate, needless to say far from legal or sane.

And the man who looked so neat in the mornings was inhaling the poisoned air as if it was clean oxygen.

“Come, sit on my lap, y/n“ it sounded as sugary as a romantic ask yet making your lower muscles tense up in magical anticipation. You’ve never been that close to Laing except of a few hugs before he was off to university.

Everyone knew his thighs were a dangerous place to be.

However, when you finally straddled him, his sharp jaw resting on your shoulder while he spoke to his friends with that low timbre, you nearly imploded. 

Track of time was long lost with Laing, Charlotte and countless other residents forgetting about the world and going feral. 

“Could you prescribe me some uppers?” Charlotte mewled trying to hinder Wilder from biting her exposed thighs.

Laing’s “no” was a deep gravelly eruption, the vibrations transferring to your already sizzling core. 

His demanding hand snaked underneath your arm, dexterous digits sprawled across your lower belly as the doctor held you firmly in place. 

“Á propos, did you know the female orgasm can be just as effective?” 

Gasping, a cherry tone shot up to mingle with your rosy blush. As if under a spell, your body leant closer to explore the sensation of his bare chest against your back while your mind drowned in his suggestive words.

“I bet Doctor Laing is experienced in anatomy” something drove you to coo, making him shift underneath you. 

A rock hard erection was pressed against your clothed pussy. Laing made zero effort to hide his obvious arousal. 

“Especially in female anatomy” the lewd oath accompanied a wanton twitch of his length, drawing a dirty moan from the depths of your lungs.

The last bits of shame and common reason let your hand fly to cover your scarlet lips. 

But Laing’s elegant fingers wrapped around your own, gently but dominantly pulling them down, the tips lewdly hooking in your lower lip. 

He tasted clean, the aura of disinfectant embracing a sweet hue of cranberry syrup. 

“Look around, pet” he purred in your ear, his hot tongue tickling your earlobes as he spoke. You knew you would never be sated with his rich voice and the English accent dripping like molten gold let him appear so snobby. 

And you obeyed, head tilting to the right as your eyes, sensitive to every flash and motion, scanned the loud party. Clothes were scattered on the floor or adorning men and women in a halfway ripped state.

Feeling your jaw trying to drop against Laing’s hand, you took in the obscene images of people naked, panting, moaning… fucking. 

Charlotte was on her knees for Wilder, the alcohol not leaving her unfazed as well while the young woman from the 26th spread her legs for a manager from the upper thirties.

It was heavy yet incredibly salacious to your mind. 

“Can- can we le-?“ But your question faded with a subtle buck of Laings hips allowing his clothed cock to slip between your wet folds.

The lack of panties wasn’t helping your working nerves, eager to find out what more of his body against yours would feel like.

How he could make you feel with his cock… maybe even better than his teeth sinking in your neck?

“Apologies, what were you saying?“ The smug man chirped, winking as you looked back at him. His cheeks were painted with a subtle red only underlining his bone structure that was nothing but the one of a Greek god; sharp, accurate and alluring.

“More…I want more of you“.

A ridiculously short time later you found yourself in the huge bedroom of your shared apartment, swaying in Laing’s arms after he had put 'My Way of Life' on the vintage record.

One of the few items he had brought along from his original apartment and what made you even more curious about this complex man.

“You want me to show you pleasure?“ Laing purred, his big hand still resting on the small of your back, drawing seducing circles.

As if he was clinging to the gentleman that was lingering somewhere deep within him but had long lost to a more primal nature.

Sinatra’s melodic voice still rung in the background as you lost yourself in the baby blues, feeling the white wine bubbling on your puffy lips. Doctor Laing was a twisted drug, even more arousing than any alcohol Charlotte had talked you in…

Your demure nod brushed his agape mouth as he leant down, guiding his hot breath to fan the fresh bite marks on your neck. He smelled like luxurious Champagne goading you to accept and await his feverishly skimming lips.

The passionate kiss was promise and salvation at the same time, his rough tongue objecting to Laing's gentlemanly image.

Probably the sexiest discrepancy.

“I will now, darling. But you’re too fucking sexy to claim with those men around. I know what they’d try but the doctor doesn’t share“

Laing snapped, inviting the maniac that slumbered within to get a hand tight on the steering wheel.

Greedy hands clasped around your waist, suddenly pushing you backwards on the bed, hoisting and guiding your body like it weighed as light as a feather.

You could swear you saw the white fabric of his shirt almost burst from his flexing trained shoulders. 

“I thought I should take the bed for myself?“ You giggled, gasping for air as his pearl white teeth sunk in the soft flesh under your breasts. Those have been his own words the day you involuntarily moved in together.

You were just giving him a taste of his own medicine. Or chivalry as Laing would call it in the sober mornings.

Perhaps he was some weird kind of gemini; two-faced like the 24 hours of the day split into daytime and night.

A dark chuckle greeted your ass when Laing roughly gripped your ankles, flipping you around and roaming across your beautiful butt cheeks while his nose pushed the hem of your dress up. 

“Yes, for sleeping. But for now I will fuck you so thoroughly, the only thing you need to worry about is walking tomorrow“.

You whined, bursting with anticipation for this irritatingly handsome man to make true to his words. It felt too good to be on full display for Laing hungry with need and desire. 

Staying down, enjoying the view of the most alluring woman in the high rise, Laing's left hand found your neck.

Twitching at the feeling of fabric slipping across your head, caging your throat you tried to find out what was happening.

“Shhh...hold still for me, dear“ Laing pulled his black tie, now adorning your neck, tighter, chuckling when you tried to wriggle out. I vain, of course what mercilessly goaded his pulsing cock.

A kinky man, you grinned silently, ready for him to push you in his own twisted world.

“Fuck“ his baritone rung from behind before he redirected his attention, nibbling on the soft flesh “you’re gorgeous“.

“Gods, doctor Laing would you fuck me already?“ Your ass wiggled wantonly, accompanying your decadent plea so the blonde man couldn’t help it but loose himself completely.

“Up on all fours and spread, darling. The doctor needs some space to work“.

A rough tug of the tie around your throat made you gasp but rapidly transformed in the ardent sensation of submissiveness.

His voice was dripping with a wicked dominance nearly finishing your wet pussy. However, his charming coos of 'darling' wooed the shit out of your heart feeling like a reward for the subtle tries of flirting for days. 

The unbuckling of his belt, hidden by the dress shirt hanging sluttishly open, rung like a church bell inviting you to sin. 

“La- Laing… please“ you shuddered, nails buried in the duvet as he dragged the wide tip of his cock through your throbbing folds, relishing in every visible twitch of your muscles. 

The smug smirk was audible when he rasped in your ear from behind “It’s doctor Laing, hm?“ And then he breached you for the first time.

Slowly, intimately inch by fucking inch until your parted lips summoned the sweetest sounds underneath him. 

“Come on…ahhh fuck…y-you almost made it“.

His words send sparkling stars to flash in front of your eyes when the promise became too sweet. Fuck, you didn’t even know if you could take it but your dizzy body was more than willing to try.

“You are my way of my life - The only way I know“ Sinatra sang in the background while the intoxicating man from the 25th floor claimed you, and overwhelmingly so.

Bucking your hips when you felt his cold hand against your sex, Laing scoffed through gritted teeth, the sound something primal and needy.

“You did it. Good girl“ he purred leaning over and circling your clit in lavish strokes before finally withdrawing to grip your hips.

Moaning like a whore as you realized he was checking if his cock was fully buried within you, Laing started pulling out.

The black fabric that wantonly connected his hand with your sensitive throat occasionally jerked, opening the heavy doors to hyper-stimulation.

Hundreds of stars you had seen a flash of before returned as colorful fireworks with the brutal pace he was setting. An obscene smell of sex infiltrated your shared apartment, the bed creaking and shaking from his recklessly snapping hips. 

Bruises would adorn your hips soon but you couldn’t care less. The handsome doctor pushed you closer to release with every thrust knocking the air out of your exited lungs. 

“Oh godd… do-doctor Laing, please“ but you had long forgotten what exactly you were begging for.

His whoreish grunts and slaps of your reddened ass were more aphrodisiac than you could take. Hearing his breath quickening, you awaited the next slap because you learnt it would mean a soft caress after.

“Ngh shit... y-you’re so tight“.

For you, you thought, completely numb to the terrific thoughts of what could happen tomorrow morning when you both would wake up sober again.

“Are you coming for me, darling? Oooh, you are…I can feel your perfect pussy gripping me… f-fuck“.

Robbed of control over your body, your head dropped down in orgasmic defeat. Glassy eyes watched the decadent way you were united, Laing’s wide cock wet and disappearing inside your core over and over again in a dizzying pace.

“Uh-huh“ was all you were capable of with mouth agape, hormones running riot in your system. 

“Do it, gorgeous. Show me how…ohhh damn…much you need me“ he grunted, own head lolling back with his disheveled curls bobbing in the doctor’s relentless thrusts. 

Increasingly, your nerves began to sizzle like electric wires out of control. But it all wasn’t enough Laing decided under a heavy moan of your name when your knees lost contact to the bed, floating under his powerful grip.

His cock was triggering every sweet spot in this new angle, making the unbeatable sensation of the first penetration make do with the second place.

All the tension suddenly snapped as you cried out, feeling like dying the most enticing death life had to offer.

As if he wanted to hear every tone and note you had to give to praise him, the tie dropped from his grasp.

Laing made you ride out your orgasm, giving you long, deep thrusts to sweetly remind you of his presence until your feet hit solid ground again. 

Panting with legs wobbly and slowly giving up under your own weight, your eyes fluttered shut.

Thoroughly spent but still burning like a wildfire. 

“Ah, ah!“ Laing chided “I'm not done... you better start counting now“ his voice husky from suppressing his own climax and moaning loud enough for the whole 27th floor to hear.

“One“…

thank you for reading!! I hope you liked it Ally 💚

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[usafphantom2]

The third Rockwell B-1A (Robert Kemp Coll)

@kadonkey via X

[thelittletsarina]

Happy new year!! Could you please share les mis first uk tour? Also can you share something with Chris Jacobsen as valjean! He’s just so cool im obsessed with him!! 😍

Happy New Year!

I just love Louisa’s Fantine!

David Fawcett (u/s Jean Valjean), Michael McCarthy (Javert), Louisa Shaw (u/s Fantine), Meredith Braun (Eponine), Mike Sterling (Marius), Fiona Sinnott (Cosette), Tony Timberlake (Thenardier), Louise Plowright (Madame Thenardier), Daniel Coll (Enjolras) December 2, 1992; First UK Tour

https://www.mediafire.com/file/66ol9yaujweujn8/Les_Mise%25CC%2581rables_First_UK_Tour_December_2%252C_1992_MP3_Tracked.zip/file

and Adam Robert Lewis my beloved

Christopher Jacobsen (alt Jean Valjean), Adam Robert Lewis (u/s Javert), Natalie Chua (u/s Fantine), Nathania Ong (Éponine), Robert Tripolino (Marius), Lulu-Mae Pears (Cosette), Gerard Carey (Thénardier), Josefina Gabrielle (Madame Thénardier), Jordan Shaw (Enjolras) November 3, 2022; London Revival

https://mega.nz/folder/QrcU3TRZ#Ao7IK9hZol-wHas-yydbLg

[laurellerual]

Ser Gendry

The topic of the day is: Gendry doesn't want to be a blacksmith for the rest of his life. Alright, now let's argue.

Eddard

In the first scene where we meet him, the blacksmith's apprentice has made a bull helmet, but:

"This is fine work. I would be pleased if you would let me buy it." The boy snatched it out of his hands. "It's not for sale." [...] "I made it for me," the boy said stubbornly.

Ned offers to give him a 'military' education, and his words sound somewhat prophetic.

"If the day ever comes when Gendry would rather wield a sword than forge one, send him to me. He has the look of a warrior. Until then, you have my thanks, Master Mott, and my promise. [...]”

Martin does not describe Gendry's reaction to these words, but it's important to notice that when Ned sees the helm it's "raw steel, unpolished but expertly shaped.". And than, in Arya's chapters Gendry does nothing but spend his time polishing it. (also "Robert was true steel").

Needle

We know that the helmet represents for Gendry much more than his career as a blacksmith, it's personal. Even Arya recognizes that it is as important to him as Needle is to her.

She adds two of the Mountain's men to her payer for the theft of Needle and the helmet, because they are more than objects, they are a part of their identity.

Arya watched and listened and polished her hates the way Gendry had once polished his horned helm.

Acorn Hall

The decision to join the Brotherhood Without Banners from Arya's POV seems sudden and almost unwarranted but it isn't. In fact, Gendry tried to talk about it with Arya well before, but she didn't understand it and he wasn't able to explain himself.

It's him who asks her to go to the forge and it's him who begins the conversation talking about war heroes: Thoros, Robert and the siege of Pike. At Acorn Hall Gendry puts down the blacksmith's tools.

Gendry hung the tongs back up and took down the heavy hammer. “Master Mott said it was time I made my first longsword. He gave me a sweet piece of steel, and I knew just how I wanted to shape the blade. Only Yoren came, and took me away for the Night’s Watch.”

So we find out that Gendry has never forged a single sword, and when he talks about his first sword he describes it in particular. He doesn't sounds like a blacksmith who takes charge of a customer's commission, he sounds like a boy who, after having made a coll helm all for himself, now dreams of having a sword to match it.

But Arya doesn't see where the conversation is going and she says:

 “You can still make swords if you want,” said Arya. “You can make them for my brother Robb when we get to Riverrun.” “Riverrun.” Gendry put the hammer down and looked at her. “You look different now. Like a proper little girl.”

He stops, puts down the last instrument too and repeats: “Riverrun.” and then he changes the subject.

The BWB

In the books, Gendry doesn't get a chance to explain his motivations to stay with Lord Beric to Arya like he does in the show, but I think they're similar.

The clue is the flaming sword. Gendry talks about it right in the Acorn Hall scene and insists on explaining that it's just a trick (done with wildfire and ruins the blade).

But then the two see Beric setting fire to his sword to fight the Hound. Arya asks if it's wildfire, but no! This time it's not just a trick, this time it's real. Something has changed.

The Hound's trial convinced him of the principles of brotherhood and convinced him of the existence of the red god. So:

"Arise Ser Gendry, knight of the hollow hill, and be welcome to our brotherhood."

Brienne

Now he is a knight! Unfortunately everything go super wrong: Arya is kidnapped, Beric dies, LSH, the brotherhood changes and Gendry finds himself carrying out his vow to protect the innocents at the Crossroads Inn by picking up his blacksmith hammer again. But that doesn't seem to have changed his resolve: he still wants to be a knight, he still wants to forge a sword for himself.

He took it for an insult. "I'm a knight. That sword will be mine own, once it's done." What would a knight be doing working at a smithy?

Harrenhal

Throughout all the books, the only time Gendry wants to be left alone to lead the simple life of a blacksmith is when he is a prisoner in Harrenal. But that doesn't represent his personality and his wishes for the future because Harrenal's all point is that it's doom and gloom and reduces even the proudest of wolves to a gray mouse that can't do anything but scrub the floors.

Dunk

I should add that Gendry was born in the capitol, so it is not at all improbable that he grew up hearing the stories of Dunk from Flea Bottom who became Ser Duncan the Tall, and that these could be at the origin of this desire for more.

In the end Gendry is more ambitious than he's given credit for.

When Arya saw the horns she knew it was Gendry

And if Arya isn't fully Arya without her sword, Gendry isn't fully Gendry without his horns. Looking for the quotes on A Search of Ice and Fire I realized that most of the time the helmet is mentioned it's called just 'horned' and not 'bull', coincidence? I don't think so :)

[cannondisabledcharacters]

Today's disabled character of the day is Jack Coll from Father Brown, who suffered a traumatic injury that damaged his tendons and has a stutter

Requested by Anon

[Image Description: Photo of Robert Vernon portraying Jack, he has short brown hair and stubble. He's wearing a grey lightly striped shirt, black trousers, and brown steel wrist-hand braces. He has brown eyes and a light skin tone.]

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Dean at home in Taos, 2015.

He still looked good. It's too bad he had his strokes after this interview, and everything Joy did to him after that. RIP, Robert Dean Stockwell.

[yr-obedt-cicero]

do you know whether anyone was court martialed for being gay during the american revolution? and if so, who were they and what actually happened?

Robert Harry Berlin was able to locate only one court-martial on a charge of sodomy, in his book The Administration of Military Justice in the Continental Army During the American Revolution, 1775-1783. Which was the case of Lieutenant Frederick Gotthold Enslin.

Enslin was christened the day after his birth in the Lutheran Church in Ober Kochen, Wuerttemberg, Germany on 11 August 1755, son of Johann Friderich Ensslin and Magdalena Elisabetha Venningerin. [x] Enslin had arrived in the United States on September 30, 1774, aboard the ship Union, which had sailed from Rotterdam to Philadelphia. He was in his late twenties or early thirties. He arrived alone, according to the ship's records, suggesting that he was single. [x] According to his military records he was living in New Jersey when he enlisted in the Continental Army three years later, in March 1777. Within a few months, he was given the rank of lieutenant in the Continental Army. His assignment was under the command of Colonel William Malcolm and Lieutenant Colonel Aaron Burr. Though little is known of Enslin's earlier life, the exacting penmanship he used on his company's muster sheets and his command of the English language indicate that he was an educated man of some financial means.

In the February of 1778, there were rumors at Valley Forge camp of suspicious behavior between Enslin and a private in the ranks. Soon Enslin was caught in his quarters and was found guilty of “attempted sodomy” with a private. Anthony Maxwell had brought the charges against Enslin to Aaron Burr. As Enslin had tried to refute the rumors, charges of slander were set against Maxwell.

On February 27, 1778, Maxwell was brought before a court-martial charged with; “propagating a scandalous report prejudicial to the character of Lieutt. Enslin.” [x] with Aaron Burr as president. The General Orders reaccorded by Washington claim;

At a Brigade Court Martial whereof Coll Burr was President (Feby 27th 1778,) Ensign Maxwell of Coll Malcom’s Regiment tried for propagating a scandalous report prejudicial to the character of Lieutt Enslin—The Court after maturely deliberating upon the Evidence produced could not find that Ensign Maxwell had published any report prejudicial to the Character of Lieutt Enslin further than the strict line of his duty required and do therefore acquit him of the Charge.

(source — General Orders, [March 3, 1778])

Even though Washington approved a sentence of discharge, Burr acquitted Maxwell on March 10, once evidence was brought forward against Enslin. This began an investigation on the report of sodomy against Enslin and the private. It was officially confirmed that the private entangled in the “attempted sodomy” charge was John Monhart.

John Monhart was from New York, and was born in 1760. He was enlisted as a private in Captain John Sandford's company of Colonel William Malcom's Additional Continental Regiment in the spring of 1777, and he remained with that company.

On the 10th, Enslin was brought to trail with Colonel Benjamin Tupper as president. The General Orders of the 14th of March 1778, reports:

At a General Court Martial whereof Coll Tupper was President (10th March 1778) Lieutt Enslin of Coll Malcom’s Regiment tried for attempting to commit sodomy, with John Monhort a soldier; Secondly, For Perjury in swearing to false Accounts, found guilty of the charges exhibited against him, being breaches of 5th Article 18th Section of the Articles of War and do sentence him to be dismiss’d the service with Infamy—His Excellency the Commander in Chief approves the sentence and with Abhorrence & Detestation of such Infamous Crimes orders Lieutt Enslin to be drummed out of Camp tomorrow morning by all the Drummers and Fifers in the Army never to return; The Drummers and Fifers to attend on the Grand Parade at Guard mounting for that Purpose._

(source — General Orders, [March 14, 1778])

(source — George Washington, [March 14, 1778], General Orders. Varick Transcripts)

The 5th Article 18th Section of the Articles of War being; “All crimes not capital, and all disorders and neglects which officers and soldiers may be guilty of, to the prejudice of good order and military discipline, though not mentioned in the above articles of war, are to be taken cognizance of by a general or regimental court-martial, according to the nature and degree of the offence, and be punished at their discretion.” [x]

The next morning of March 15, 1778, in front of the entire regiment, and the field commanders; Enslin was officially drummed out of camp to fife and drum and became known as the first American soldier to be drummed out of the army for sodomy.

There are two descriptions of the event, Lieutenant James McMichael wrote in his diary;

I this morning proceeded to the grand parade, where I was a spectator to the drumming out of Lieut. Enslin of Col. Malcom's regiment. He was first drum'd from right to left of the parade, thence to the left wing of the army; from that to the centre, and lastly transported over the Schuylkill with orders never to be seen in Camp in the future. This shocking scene was performed by all the drums and fifes in the army — the coat of the delinquent was turned wrong side out.

(source — Pennsylvania Archives)

Ebenezer Wild wrote saying;

After roll call I went on the grand parade, where there was a very large concourse of people assembled. After the guards were paraded, Lieut. Enslin was brought on the parade under a strong guard and his crime was read, which was for attempting to commit sodomy and swearing to false returns. He was sentenced to be drummed out of camp, never to return any more. His coat was turned wrong side outwards, and then he was drummed off the parade and through the camps down to the side of the Skool Kill, where a guard took him and carried him over the bridge and dismissed him.

(source — Journal of Ebenezer Wild; Letter of Louis De Maresquelle; Letter of Bernard Maussac Lamarquisie)

Monhart received a court-martial after Enslin was drummed out, but nothing describes the severity of the court-martial, or whether or not Monhart was also dismissed from the military. He was later a part of Colonel Oliver Spencer's Additional Continental Regiment, and rose to corporal in May 1779, until the spring of 1780. Other than that, there are no other records have been found of him.

There are two curious listings in the 1798 Boston directory; one for a “Enslin Gotthold F.” who lived on “Newbury street”; and one for a “Enslin Frenderick, physician” on “Blind lane.” that may have been Enslin. [x]

A theory about why out of 3,315 prosecutions, only 2 were sodomy cases, Benemann suggest that perhaps the military was reluctant to prosecute private and consensual sodomy, stating that both the Enslin - and another case that was after the war - appear to have been cases of sexual assault. [x]