#beale era

[rangersfc-1872]

2023/24 UEFA EUROPA LEAGUE GROUP STAGE - MATCH DAY 1

Rangers 1-0 Real Betis Balompié 21st September 2023 Ibrox Stadium

Sima (67')

[kris246]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pitch Perfect (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell, Chloe Beale/Stacie Conrad Characters: Beca Mitchell, Chloe Beale, Stacie Conrad Additional Tags: Mentioned Other Barden Bellas, Suicide, Death, Depression, Angst, Angst and Tragedy Series: Part 33 of One Shots Summary:

It all happened so quick, one minute she's there the next she's not. And now Chloe's suppose to keep going? Easier said than done

[goddessxdivine]

love TOWL so much !! Danai, Andy, and Scott did everything they needed to for us.

i keep seeing people say they don’t need a s2 cause they finished their story beautifully … which they did. but … no, i do not need a s2 but i want a s2. why? bc we deserve to see Richonne fluff and Richonne deserves to experience fluff. as a fandom it seems everyone is in agreement that michonne is pregnant (no way she isn’t the way rick can’t keep his hands off her. that feeling is mutual but he’s definitely an initiator lol) so how beautiful would it be to see rick be the ever doting husband and father.

imagine with me … michonne realizes she’s pregnant. the family is happy (and possibly a little nervous to welcome a baby and have to create their new family dynamic after everything that’s happened to all of them together and individually). rick wants a wedding ceremony because he feels like they deserve to make a big fuss and michonne is kinda with it but doesn’t mind doing something small. rick finds a ring (with a rock so she doesn’t have to keep the gabriel/jadis ring) for michonne. judith is michonne’s maid of honor and rj is rick’s best man. it would be so cute to see rick and rj bond and rick calls rj “junior” which becomes their thing. michonne and judith mother/daughter besties era. rick girl dad era (esp now that judith is a pre-teen/teen). rick walking the kids to school cause he wants to spend as much time as he can with them. richonne learning about everything with the commonwealth and judith being shot! richonne wanting domesticated bliss but ultimately being thrust into leadership in one way or another. rick and michonne telling each other stories of what they experienced while apart. rick dealing with his crm ptsd (cause while richonne heals each other, ~8 years of being held captive and indoctrinated isn’t something you can get over quickly and easily) and michonne helping him through it.

also there are certain things that they mentioned or showed that I’m not sure where resolved. they might’ve been and maybe i missed it lol but they kept showing windmills, was there a reason for that? like what does it symbolize or does it have to do with a plot point? beale said crm had spies in communities, did they deal with that before they left crm? also they blew up the frontliers cascadia base thingie and exposed the crm to the cr but how long did that take? how much was richonne involved in that? also why did we need to know cleo clifton’s full government name? is she like a cr leader now that crm has oversight?

and this is just what I’ve come up with off the top of my head right now. lemme sit with it longer and I’d have even more lol

richonne: the movie: the series: the play: the musical like I’m fkn there cause Danai and Andy just wouldn’t disappoint me

[dulcewrites]

I really love your fics! Can you write where Austin!Elvis meets your father? Can be 50s!Austin!Elvis or any other era.

Papa Don’t Preach

Pairing: austin!elvis x reader (wc: 1.8k)

Requested: yes (thank you)

Warning: mentions of religion, and allusions to purity culture

A/N: I honestly didn’t know what direction I wanted to take this. I had a couple of ideas and decided to work in the preacher’s kid x ab!elvis that i had like a month ago. Also I was inspired by the Moesha episode when Q comes to dinner at the Mitchell household lol.

“You and my dad at the same table?” you ask while twirling the chord to the phone around your finger. “That sounds like a recipe for disaster.”

Throughout your life, you have endured your fair share of lectures. But you can’t even imagine the one you’d be in for if Elvis Presley shows up at your door for dinner.

You even had to receive one of those lectures tonight.

You had promised Elvis that you would watch his Milton Berle performance, and he promised he would call you as soon as he could. Excited to have the night to yourself, you popped a squat in front of the family tv. You got to see half of the show before your parents came home from a church function earlier than you expected.

Elvis’s singing was then drowned out by the self-righteous tone of your father.

“Rock and roll music is the sound of juvenile delinquency young lady,” he said sternly, and added a finger point for good measure.

Your father walked over to the television and turned it off before going into the kitchen. You had looked over to your mama for help. All you receive in return is a sympathetic glance before she follows him into the kitchen.

“I just think if he actually knew me, he’d like me,” Elvis says confidently.

He’s not entirely wrong.

The irony isn’t lost on you. Your sweet Elvis, who sings you hymns on the phone, being the artist that makes your dad blow a gasket. It’s unfortunate because if Elvis wasn’t the singer he is, you have a feeling your dad would love him for you.

“I don’t even know how to go about bringing it up,” you reply.

Your parents knew that there was someone special in your life, but you have been extremely careful not to let on that the special person was the most talked about musician in America.

“Just say you want a friend to come over for dinner,” he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Oh, if only it was that easy.

“So, give them no warning,” you sigh, laying down on your bed. “Do you really think a good start is me lying about who is coming to dinner?”

There’s silence from Elvis. You can already see the look of thought on his face. Brows furrowed, lips pouted, eyes downcast.

“I say we ask for forgiveness not permission.”

Elvis seems to be doing that a lot lately. It is getting harder. The lying and sneaking around; maybe it is time to come clean.

“I’ll think about it,” you need time to mull this over. “Now tell me about New York and Uncle Miltie. I want the full run down.”

You’re sure if you continue to pace that you’re going to burn through the carpet in the living room. But you can’t help it; the idea of Elvis being in your home sort makes you antsy. One trip to Graceland, Sun Records, and a few other places on Beale Street are the only places you two have been together. Even then, you both made sure to be careful. Now he’s going to be in your space. Looking at the baby pictures of you that hang on the wall, seeing the crosses everywhere, and sitting at the dining table your granny gave your dad when y’all moved into this house.

And to add insult to injury, your parents don’t know it’s Elvis coming. You took his advice and left the whole situation vague. Telling your parents that you were ready for them to meet the guy you’ve been seeing and left it at that; even despite the valid questions they had.

So, now you’re here. Heart racing, palms sweating, and pacing in the living room. Luckily your parents are occupied in the kitchen and dining room to notice your nervous energy. You jump when you hear the light roar of an engine; peeking out the window, you see a car pulling into the driveway.

A deep purple Cadillac and a silvery grey pinstripe suit. Subtle man, your boyfriend.

Before he can even get the door and knock, you rush out of door.

“Was the Cadillac necessary,” you ask, crossing your arms as watch him get out of the car.

He simply laughs and leans over to get something out of seat. It is a gorgeous car, but Elvis is literally the only person you know you can afford a new one. And the only person you know that would want that color.

“Hello to you too,” he walks over to you. “Looking beautiful as ever darlin’.”

You notice the flowers and bottle of alcohol in his hand.

“Are those for me,” you smile up at him, motioning to the roses.

“These are for your mama, but this is for you,” he wraps his free arm around your neck, and leans down and kisses you.

Your body instance relaxes into his side. You should be worried about your parents catching like this, but Elvis has a way of making your brain fuzzy. It takes you a minute to remember the situation you’re in, and you pull away dazed.

“Let’s get this over with,” you mutter against his lips. “And remember what we talked about on the phone.”

You conducted a fool proof script for this night. Well thought out answers to the questions you know your father is going to have. Only thing Elvis has to do is stick to the plan.

“I hope you like pot roast,” you say while opening the door. You see your mother sitting on the couch. Her movement falters a bit when she sees Elvis. She quickly recovers and puts a tense, but bright smile on her face.

“Sweet pea, I was wondering where you went,” her eyes go from you, to Elvis, to him holding your hand. “I see our guest of honor has made it.”

You squeeze Elvis’s hand, and he squeezes back. One thing about your mama, she will never be one to create a scene. In a moment like this, you greatly appreciate that.

“Mama, this is Elvis. Elvis, this is my mom,” your heart feels like it might beat out of your chest.

“It’s such a pleasure to meet you,” he lets go of your hand shake your mom’s. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

He hands her the roses, and she giggles. She giggles. Since when does your mom giggle? And here you thought Elvis’s charm only worked on people under the age of 30. Elvis winks at you, and you bite back a smile.

“Moms love me.”

The statement he told you on the phone days ago rings in your head. It’s kind of hard not to get moony eyed over him. Being that handsome and that charming should be illegal. With the way people respond to him, you’d think it is.

“Well, aren’t you sweet,” she sniffs the roses.

The moment gets broken up by the sound of your father’s dress shoes coming out of the kitchen into the living room. His eyes go straight to Elvis, before raising a single brow at you.

You know he would never be less than perfect in front of a stranger, even one he clearly doesn’t like. You just have to beat him at his own game to get through this night.

“Daddy this is my boyfriend, Elvis.”

The stern look, tough handshake, and clearing of the throat are all signs he’s not happy. But he’s not freaking out which you take as win.

“Ok, now that introductions are over. Let’s eat,” your mom breaks the tense silence in the room.

Your dad follows after your mom, and you know they’re talking about it in the kitchen.

“See, I told you,” you whisper to Elvis leading him to the dining room. “He talks a good game, but he wouldn’t dare let anyone see him sweat.”

Elvis just nods slowly, looking less confident than he did when he met your mama. Well, when he said moms love him, he didn’t mention the dads. Probably for good reason.

He pulls your chair out to the dining table before sitting across from you. Your mom carries in the pot roast while your dad sits down at the head of the table.

“Honey, why don’t you bless the food,” your mom sits down opposite of your dad. Your dad nods, a small smile coming over his face. Oh goodness.

“Let’s bow our heads,” he says, and you reluctantly bow yours, an uneasy feeling coming over you. “Father, praise You for the nourishment we about to consume. We have gathered to share this meal, and every meal in your honor. Bless it to our bodies.”

The grace starts out strong. It’s good… till it isn’t.

“And Lord, bless everyone at this table, especially my sweet daughter. May you guide her down the right path. May she stay the pure, child of God we taught her to be. May she not be tempted by any sin that will come her way. Amen.”

Everyone except your father give halfhearted Amens. Your eyes go to Elvis, who looks uncomfortable. Then at your mom, who to your surprise looks equally put off by your dad’s words. If your dad wants to be that way then fine, script be damned.

“You know what, why don’t we just lay it out on the table,” you look at your dad. “You clearly want to know if Elvis and I are having sex.”

Your mom lets an ‘oh my’, while Elvis chokes on the water he was taking a sip of. You can almost see the steam come out of your dad’s ears as he stares you down.

“We aren’t-, we’re not rea-, I mean I wouldn’t-,” Elvis tries jump in with an answer he thinks would be adequate.

You both know you haven’t taken that step yet. Honestly, much to your chagrin, Elvis hasn’t even come close to trying anything like that with you. Everything has been painfully slow with you guys. As if he’s worried, he’ll scare you off by trying anything.

“We aren’t,” you rescue Elvis from the panicked states he’s in. “Elvis has been nothing but a perfect gentleman since we met. And daddy, you should know better than to assume things about people before meeting them.”

You slump in your chair after your speech, glaring at your dad. Elvis still looks uneasy, eyes wide and brows furrowed.

“We know, and we trust you sweet pea,” your mom reaches over and grabs your hand. “The both of you.”

She says the last part a bit slower, like she’s unsure. But you appreciate her having your back. Your mom gives your dad a pointed look.

“Yes, we… trust you,” he mutters, clearly not wanting a fight with her. “But as long as you live under this roof, there will be rules to this relationship.”

You and Elvis share a look before you nod at your dad. It’s better than lying or having to sneak around.

“Good. Since that’s settled, let’s move to another topic,” your mother smoothed down her dress before turning to Elvis with a big grin. “I hear you signed a movie deal.”

Moms really do love him huh.

[hooked-on-elvis]

July 15, 1954: Blue Light Studio photo shoot.

Elvis' favorite clothing store in Memphis, the Lansky Bros, was at the same corner as the Blue Light Studio (130 Beale and Main St. Memphis, TN).

EP had his early professional photos, during SUN Records era, taken at the Blue Light Studio — from 1953 to 1954. In total around 2 or 3 photo sessions were held there with only a few photos taken, very few.

Then Elvis had the famous "Speer" photo session done by photographer William Speer, in July 1955 at Mr. Speer's studio (a different place in Memphis, TN). From then on, Elvis' professional pictures were taken by Hollywood photographers, during movies photo sessions, or when RCA and Colonel Parker made arrangements with a professional photographer being hired to meet Elvis some where and make some promotional pictures of him when needed - this actually happened a lot during the 50s (many different photo companies were hired to photograph Elvis Presley). Other than that, Elvis' pictures were taken onstage by newspaper/magazine's photographers (specially during the 50s) and by professional photographers hired by his manager, Colonel Tom Parker (specially during the 70s since Elvis apparently didn't like to pose for photo sessions anymore).

Note: The second photo of Elvis was probably taken outside the Blue Light Studio the same day the first picture was taken. Not sure, but his outfit matches. Photo by Margaret Sutton - ca. 1954.

Priscilla also had some portraits taken at the Blue Light Studio in the 60's.

[usafphantom2]

The #USAF is set to retire its U-2 high-altitude surveillance aircraft by 2026. Currently, 31 U-2s are operated by the 9th Reconnaissance Wing, Beale AFB, California. The U-2 first took flight in 1955. It's truly an end of an era! #avgeeks #aviation #aviationdaily #aviationlovers

@RealAirPower1 via X

[mamasturn]

dirty dancing, pt 3.

pairing: ep (elvis 2022) x black!fem!oc (cynthia)

warnings: fluff. some scenes inspired by @butler-on-beale-street's series. idk where im going with this.

wc: 1559

“Let me take you out.” His voice was low, tone sultry and tempting. Smoother than the warm butter her mother kept in an old glass container in the middle of the dining table.

Days had passed since their rendezvous in the park. After many minutes of dirty dancing, they danced the way they intended. Her head against his chest and her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders while a gentle melody guided their footsteps. She’d never danced with a man in such proximity before. It was different, but, she liked it.

Cynthia enjoyed learning a new dance--a slow dance. He said it was called a waltz by fancy folks but they weren't fancy so it made no difference. She giggled at his comment. She replayed the scene in her mind over and over until sleep covered her. Being guided by another, and laughed as he twirled and dipped her beneath the moonlit sky. That moment, amongst many others, would be etched into her mind until she died, she was sure of it.

“And where do you think we’d go?” she asked smartly. Her eyes were quick to wander around her surroundings. The last thing she needed was being caught by her parents talking to a boy on the phone late at night, let alone Elvis Presley.

“Leave that to me. Figure out somethin’ to tell your mama. Meet me at the club before at 8, alright?"

She could hear the trunk of the phone hit the receiver. She jumped to say, "Wait, what do I wear?" Not that she had many options. Her closet was filled with skirts, dresses, sweaters, and the occasional pair of pants she found in the corner. It was typical attire for a woman to be dressed in a knee-length skirt, however, with Elvis, she often found herself doing things that weren't "typical" for a woman in their era.

"Whatever makes you feel as pretty as you look, baby."

A bashful smile tugged at the corners of her cheeks. The compliments. The pet names. They made her inner-self do backflips and cartwheels like a gymnast. Gosh, was she wrapped around his finger.

"Okay, I'll see you then."

"E.P., where are we going?"

The streets were empty. It was a Tuesday night, after all. Adults on their couches watching the late night news, children snuggled beneath their sheets resting for school the next morning. Then, there was Cynthia and Elvis, wandering down Beale Street way passed the time that the street lights came on.

Elvis looked down at her with a smirk playing on his lips. "E.P., huh? Finally gettin' a nickname, I like it."

Cynthia scoffed playfully with the wave of her hand. She was sure he had plenty of nicknames from plenty of women, both cute and vulgar. He threw his head back and released a throaty laugh at her assumption. Elvis shook his head and swung their entangled hands as they journeyed to their destination.

"Nope. My mama has one for me and that's about it. B.B. calls me E.P. and now you. You got any funny nicknames?"

Cynthia's lips twisted to the side. She hummed loudly and after much thought, she shook her head. For much of what she could remember, she was called by her first name and nothing too far from it. Of course, her family used the typical pet names like sweetheart and darlin', but nothing that was uniquely used to identify her.

"No," she said after a while. "I don't. Always wanted one, never got it though."

"Good thing I got plenty in mind."

They basked in comfortable silence for a while. Elvis found himself sneaking glances at her every once and a while. Her appearance was different. Her long skirt and button-down long-sleeved shirt had been traded in for a pair of navy blue pants that hugged her shapely figure and a cream-colored sweater that was a beautiful contrast to her deep complexion.

"You look pretty," he found himself saying aloud. Cynthia's eyes snapped to meet his. They softened at his compliment and he watched as wrinkles around her eyes appeared. He adored that he could make her smile. It was the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen.

"Thank you."

Soon, they approached a store. Its lights were dimmed but nobody occupied the space. Cynthia grabbed his hand as they neared closer, an uneasy feeling settling in. “What is this?”

“You told me you like to read, didn’t you?”

Elvis used his free hand to dig into the front of his pants for a key. A shiny gold key that granted entry into the small Black-owned bookstore. It was filled with books dating back to the 1500s—nonfiction and fiction novels, graphic comic books, Bibles, and religious texts. Everywhere they turned, there was a book. And for a bibliophile such as herself, it was like walking through the gates of heaven.

“Elvis…” she whispered lowly. “I walk past the store every day. Never really made enough at work to buy one of the new books from here, always the second-hand store. Not that it’s an issue ‘cause a book’s a book, but wow.”

The wonder on her face was a joyous sight. He turned to lock the door and leaned against the nearest sturdy object, blue eyes following hers where ever she went. Soft gasps and whispers of infatuation fled her lips. Nimble fingers brushed against the spines of books gently.

“I wish they had a selection like this at school,” Cynthia breathed out. She plucked a hardcover by the tip of the spine. Romeo and Juliet. She smiled softly. “How’d you get permission to be in here after hours?”

Elvis sauntered toward her with a single shoulder shrug. “I know the owner through B.B. Told him I had a pretty girl to impress. What’s Romeo and Juliet?”

They migrated toward two chairs toward the back of the store, away from the immediate sight of whoever could walk passed on the sidewalk. Cynthia moved toward the other but was drawn back by Elvis’ hand on her waist. Her body warmed. At his unspoken request, she settled on his lap.

“It’s about a forbidden love. Two kids are from opposing families and aren’t supposed to be together, but as it usually goes, love doesn’t have boundaries. A friend recommended it to me.

Cynthia flipped through the pages slowly. She'd read the book once before. Before Elvis, there was another young person in her youth that didn't mind hanging around Beale Street.

A young girl named Suzie lived in her neighborhood with her mother, she explained.

She was a sweet girl, gorgeous, too. Dark hair, eyes, and freckles that the boys adored. Much like Cynthia, Suzie liked to read, but she knew that the colored library didn't have the best book selections, so she stole a copy of Romeo and Juliet for Cynthia to read.

Suzie moved away not too long after, but Cynthia never forgot her, and she vowed Romeo and Juliet would be her favorite story for the rest of her days.

"Read it to me," Elvis prodded. "Since it's your favorite."

“Here—Romeo said, ‘Under love's heavy burden do I sink.’”

“Elvis?” she whispered softly. They were perched against a bookshelf, side by side. His hand on her thigh and hers wrapped around his fingers. His head rested above hers—he loved the scent of her shampoo, and he wondered what she used. Something with coconut and flowers.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Do you really think we can work?”

He sounded hopeful, “I do. I think we could make it if we both wanted it.”

Cynthia gnawed on her bottom lip. Yes, it sounded good. Yes, it felt good to have attention from a person who felt the same as she did, but in moments like this, when there was silence, reality set in. They were opposites. She was his footstool in eyes of society. How would they ever work?

Sneaking around at night to see each other. Late night phone calls. Sly glances from across the room. Interactions from a distance grew old over time—wouldn’t he want to be with a woman he could admire openly? With no shame and no risk? Deep down, didn’t she want the same?

“How?”

Silence stood between them for many minutes. Elvis sighed in what she identified as defeat. Her mood decreased immensely. “I can’t tell you that, Cyn, ‘cause I don’ know. But, I do know that if you wan’ somethin’ you’ll do your best to get it, and pray to God you got sense enough to keep it.”

“It’s a big risk, E.P.” She looked into his eyes and gave a sad smile. He nodded in agreement.

He brought a hand to her face, fingering her features. He cupped her chin and brought his lips to hers. Cynthia sighed into the kiss, her body moving toward his.

It was a slow kiss. Different from the ones they’d had before. He took his time with her. Their mouths moved in harmony and not chaos. Heavy breaths, gentle smacks, and soft mewls filled the air. His hand moved from her chin to her neck, pulling her closer to him. A gentle squeeze pulled a moan from her that he swallowed with pride.

He pulled away slowly. “It is a risk,” he whispered whilst her lips. “But it’s one I'm willing to take.”

[rangersfc-1872]

2023/24 SCOTTISH PREMIERSHIP MATCH DAY 5

St Johnstone 0-2 Rangers 16th September 2023 McDiarmid Park

Danilo (16'), Matondo (79')

[odekirk]

Can you recommend some of your fav books? Trying tk make better use of my free time and know you have good taste :D

that’s nice of you to say! My canned answer for “favorite book” is always moby-dick, because 1) people have heard of it, 2) i love it and 3) a lot of people either give up on it too soon or don’t give it a chance at all, not only because it IS large and dense but because they’ve HEARD that it is large and dense (and dull and boring), so the minute their mind starts to wander they toss it out the window. but it’s really good! it’s really good and weird and funny and good. if you’re not averse to reading from a screen i SUPER recommend Power Moby-Dick, which is an online annotated version that defines/explains all the stuff that might trip you up while reading—nautical jargon and biblical references and weird fucking 19th century terms and such.

i also recommend melville’s other (shorter) work like Benito Cereno, Billy Budd, and Bartleby the Scrivener—bartleby being the shortest and probably most accessible of those since it’s just about a guy who doesn’t want to do his job.

NON HERMAN MELVILLE RECOMMENDATIONS:

anything by P.G. Wodehouse is literally a shot of pure joy directly into your jugular vein. start anywhere except for Thank You Jeeves

Tim Kreider (of “mortifying ordeal of being known” fame) has a great book of essays called We Learn Nothing that is incredibly funny and also makes me cry.

assorted other faves: Migritude by Shailja Patel, If Beale Street Could Talk by James Baldwin, House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski, The Power of the Dog by Thomas Savage, Letters to Milena by Franz Kafka, True Grit by Charles Portis

Final offbeat recommendation: Where To Invade Next (the book, not the Michael Moore documentary), for all your bone dry Bush-era satire needs

Post concluded

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

OKAY WAIT I SAW UR TAG ABT TTPD - THOUGHTS??? FAV TRACK??? OVERALL RANKING COMPARED TO OTHER ALBUMS??? WE MUST DISCUSS!!!

i cant explain it but this album feels like an amalgamation of folklore and midnights, with the same 'tragic victorian' vibes as evermore... idk im just saying words but do u get it??? like i cant explain it but the fortnight mv has ivy energy to me... i think because ivy ive always associated with this movie, 'the world to come' (would highly recommend), which is mid-late victorian era and then the mv is obliously very heavilly inspired by the 1870s/80s, both in terms of aesthetics and the general theme of female hysteria and its 'treatments'...

it also has massive chloe beale vibes to me... she strikes me as such an annoying swiftie (i say this lovingly) and just the overall sound is something i think she would absolutely EAT UP... my babys such a hopeless romantic, what can i say...

honestly the general themes are kinda giving emily nelson... FLORIDA??? GUILTY AS SIN??? this woman needs her ass ATE

i should say that im making all these deductions having listened to only 1/4 of the songs so far... i also really hope that i havent overstepped the mark and that you care about this as much as i apparently do lmao...

NO BUT I WOULD LOVE TO TELL YOU ALL ABOUT MY TTPD OPINIONS BECAUSE ALL I DID YESTERDAY WAS PLAY TEARS OF THE KINGDOM AND LISTEN TO THE ANTHOLOGY ON LOOP

It is stunning, I've so many people be like "I don't like it 😭" and it's like??? Are we even listening to the same album??? This is a masterpiece what are you talking about??? It is solidly in my top 3, I think my album order is probably something like this now (Ana don't look):

folklore

The Tortured Poets Department

Speak Now TV

evermore

Midnights

Reputation

Red TV

1989 TV

Fearless TV

Debut

Lover

As for favourite songs, is all of them an answer??? 😂😂 No but seriously, it is headed for being my 2nd no skip album of TSwifts collection, but top contenders for favourite include:

loml

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

Florida!!! (ft. Florence + The Machine)

Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me?

thanK you aIMee

Cassandra

Peter

The Manuscript

But Daddy I Love Him

I have been saying the same thing!!!! It's giving folklore and Midnights with a touch of Reputation and I am LIVING for it 😍😍😍 no but you're so right, honestly the imagrey of this album has me in a chokehold, Cassandra has scratched my mythology hyperfixation itch so good, I feel like I could spend hours just analysing every song. It is giving Victorian vibes, that gothic traditionilist style of writing and metaphors for feeling 'other' displayed through monsters and magic, the elements of tragedy and fatalism UGH I'm so in love with it 😭😭😭

Chloe Beale is absolutely the annoying swiftie (affectionate) archetype, and I love that for her 😂😍 she would be forcing Beca to listen to each and every single one and watching her the whole time to make sure she was appreciating it (Beca likes to deny she's a swiftie but has been known to absolutely drool over the production of some of the albums in secret)

YES!!! Biggggg Emily Nelson vibes, Whose Afraid Of Little Old Me is very Emily coded to me dfklgjdlkg

There is no need to apologise, I am fully obsessed with TTPD and I will happily ramble about it on main with no shame 😭😭 YOU GOTTA HMU WHEN YOU'VE LISTENED TO THE WHOLE THING, ALL 31 SONGS

[tragedyontoast]

tbh i can’t even imagine sharon becoming sharon taylor like… sharon watts? old-school, iconic, a legacy. sharon mitchell? iconic. chronically ambiguous. are we talking 90s sharon or 2010s sharon? keeps people on their toes. sharon rickman? shannis win, automatically iconic. sharon beale? a reminder of one of her messiest eras. iconic. but sharon taylor… i’m sorry but that’s just some random woman on the street

[shotofstress]

As much as I love Doctor Who and the work of Russell T Davis in it, I can't not bring up all the problem under his first era with his workers. He behaves like that never happened, and fans let him. When was announced he would return I tried to bring up this, but no fan cared. I even spoke in RTD social media and obviously no one cared nor him. For someone that is an activist and creator for queer ppl, he don't care enough for their well being nor their bad bs, thus no care for all his workers. He is seen as this supporter of the opressed, but is he really tho? when he let all that bad this happened and never say a thing about it nor did anything to stop It? His excuse years later was "i didn't knew nor saw anything, but sorry". That's a lie.

If I wanted violence and patriarcal stuff on DW, we should just had made that Moffat and Gatiss took the show from the beginin orf the revival and keep till this day in place of RTD. Clarke was accused for 20 women of groping, sexual harassment and bullying. That's only the ones that speak up. He worked in DW from 2005 to 2010. One of the women said she didn't speak at the time bc she new no one would do anything, that includes RTD, and the one that spoke was totally ignored, other women tell that Clerk spread false rumors on set. So we can also say that RTD let that happened and did nothing. And I'm not even speaking of Barrowman who did whatever he wanted and RTD let him bc "hey horny gay dude that puts his dick everywhere and on anyone" (yes, he put his dick on workers on set, on women to be more specific bc gay men think they can do shit like that to women or be misogynistic). Men do whatever they want on DW apparently, specially under RTD command .

“Barrowman was there taking his dick out every five seconds,” Clarke says in the clip. Turning to his Doctor Whoco-star Camille Coduri, he asks: “Do you remember that time he put it on your shoulder in the makeup truck?” She responds: “Yes, I do.”

“He would get his genitals out on a regular basis … he’d just sort of have his balls hanging out his trousers or something, which he just thought was really funny,” she said. On one occasion, Jenna said that she witnessed Barrowman “slapping” his penis on the windscreen of one of the driver’s cars, “thinking it was really funny”.

'Monica had similar recollections. “Sometimes he’d call me into his dressing room, and I would knock on the door and he’d say, ‘Oh, look at this’, and he’d just have his willy out, standing in the doorway,” she said. “It was kind of accepted that it was his thing,” she said.'

'The tribute video [The Ballad of Russell and Julie filmed to commemorate the end of Tennant’s tenure as the Doctor in 2008] was filmed for Doctor Whoexecutive producers Julie Gardner and Russell T Davies. “Can’t block out,” sang Tennant, “please lock out, images of Johnny B getting his cock out.” The camera cuts to Barrowman, delivering a wink to the camera.'

Everyone got away with their violence, and even when women's right activist protested. And RTD? not a single time his name shows up even when he was in charge.

Meriel Beale coordinated an open letter signed by 2,000 people calling for reform to the UK film and TV industry after the allegations were made against Clarke. This were huge and Davis is like nothing happened under his watch.

Noel Clarke accused of sexual harassment on Doctor Who set (u can use 12ft to read it if u don't have a suscription)

Women’s rights activists dismayed by Met refusal to investigate Noel Clarke

Fans deserve better and workers deserve better.

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I SEMI RITROVATI GERMOGLIANO DOPO 140 ANNI

Era il 1879 quando il botanico William Beal sotterrò alcune bottiglie di vetro piene di semi e sabbia in un sito prescelto nel campus dell’Università del Michigan, negli Sati Uniti. L’obiettivo dell’esperimento era di comprendere quanto a lungo le piante infestanti mantenessero la loro vitalità nel terreno, così da aiutare gli agricoltori in un’epoca in cui i diserbanti chimici sintetici non erano ancora disponibili. A tal fine il dottor Beal riempì venti bottiglie con cinquanta semi appartenenti a ventitré specie diverse, seppellendole a testa in giù perché l’acqua non si raccogliesse al loro interno. L’esperimento prevedeva il dissotterramento di una bottiglia ogni cinque anni per verificare quali semi fossero ancora in grado di germogliare a distanza di tempo.

Con la recente apertura della quattordicesima bottiglia, i ricercatori della Michigan State sono riusciti a portare a germinazione un totale di venti semi in un periodo di 244 giorni. L’esame del DNA ha rivelato che tutte le piantine appartengono al genere Verbascum. “Studi longitudinali di questo tipo sono rari e inestimabili” hanno dichiarato i ricercatori. L’analisi dei semi vitali presenti in un’ecosistema, infatti, è centrale per la gestione di infestanti e specie invasive, il ripristino degli ecosistemi, l’ecologia del fuoco e la conservazione di specie minacciate. Nel tempo i ricercatori hanno esteso gli intevalli tra un’apertura e l’altra prima a dieci e poi a vent’anni, così che l’esperimento terminerà ufficialmente nell’anno 2100, dopo 221 anni dall’interramento delle bottiglie ad opera del dottor Beal.

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[freddieslater]

I miss Jane so much. I need her to come back for Peter and Bobby.

Me too 😭 Going through old episodes makes me so sad, 2008-2010 was the best era of the Beales for me, mostly because Jane was there for the kids. Peter and Bobby definitely need her right now! I just want to hear Bobby call her “mum” again 😭

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USAF will retire U-2 Dragon Lady fleet in 2026

Diego Alves By Diego Alves 08/03/2023 - 18:00 in Military

The U.S. Air Force Lockheed U-2, nicknamed Dragon Lady, conducts an aerial demonstration during the 2022 Marine Corps Air Station Miramar Air Show at MCAS Miramar, San Diego, California, Sept. 23, 2022. The U-2, a high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft with U.S. Air Force 9th Reconnaissance Wing, Beale Air Force Base, California, provides day and night, high-altitude, all-weather intelligence-gathering and reaches altitudes above 70,000 feet. The theme for the 2022 MCAS Miramar Air Show, “Marines Fight, Evolve and Win,” reflects the Marine Corps' ongoing modernization efforts to prepare for future conflicts. (U.S. Marine Corps photo by Jose S. GuerreroDeLeon)

The U.S. Air Force Lockheed U-2, nicknamed Dragon Lady, conducts an aerial demonstration during the 2022 Marine Corps Air Station Miramar Air Show at MCAS Miramar, San Diego, California, Sept. 23, 2022. The U-2, a high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft with U.S. Air Force 9th Reconnaissance Wing, Beale Air Force Base, California, provides day and night, high-altitude, all-weather intelligence-gathering and reaches altitudes above 70,000 feet. The theme for the 2022 MCAS Miramar Air Show, “Marines Fight, Evolve and Win,” reflects the Marine Corps' ongoing modernization efforts to prepare for future conflicts. (U.S. Marine Corps photo by Jose S. GuerreroDeLeon)

The U.S. Air Force (USAF) plans to retire its U-2 Dragon Lady fleet in fiscal year 2026 - but so far, officials say they are working hard to keep the iconic high-altitude surveillance planes flying and testing the technology that can be used in future aircraft.

The plan to retire the U-2 was first reported by Aviation Week and the Air Force Times, citing a line contained in the Air Force budget documents that "the expectations are that the protective language of the NDAA will be waived ... allowing the USAF to move forward with the withdrawal of resources from the U-2 project in fiscal year 2026."

Colonel William Collins, senior leader of high-altitude intelligence, surveillance and reconnaissance material, confirmed the plan to reporters at the Life Cycle Industry Days conference on August 1º - the first official Air Force comment on the future of U-2 since the plan emerged.

The famous "selfie" next to the Chinese balloon.

“Our focus now is to work with the Air Combat Command to maintain the full viability of the plane throughout its lifetime, while maintaining maximum space for senior leaders,” Collins told Air & Space Forces magazine. "We are working for USAF to the best of our ability. But what we are doing predominantly is to focus on how to ensure that we do not create a scenario in which we are not able to meet the needs of the mission because of things like obsolescence."

While the original U-2 first flew in 1955, the current aircraft dates from the 1980s, with the last delivered in 1989. This was followed by an update in the early 1990s. But the average age of the fleet is now almost 40 years, and the Air Force faces a decrease in the sources of manufacture of key parts, Collins said.

Still, the U-2 remains unique in the Air Force inventory as the only manned high-altitude ISR platform in the service. An icon of the Cold War era, the Dragon Lady returned to the headlines earlier this year, when it flew over the Chinese surveillance balloon that was transiting through the continental United States. The Pentagon later released an image of the cockpit of the U-2 showing the balloon.

U-2 Dragon Lady during takeoff. Illustrative image.

With the ability to fly at altitudes above 70,000 feet, the demand of commanders continues, Collins said, so the Air Force wants to keep the fleet in a position to fly until 2026. The USAF requested $16.8 million in research and development, $54.7 million in acquisition and $17 million in operations and maintenance for U-2 in fiscal year 2024.

The use of the aircraft is also not limited only to ISR, said Colonel Joshua Williams, executive officer of the program for ISR and special operations forces.

“We are using the U-2 in unique and innovative ways and as a substitute platform, reducing the risk to our fifth-generation fighters,” Williams said. "All we are doing is reducing the risk and increasing the technical maturity of the things we will use in the F-35 and F-22.

According to the budget documents, this "material" includes sensors and resources related to the Air Force Advanced Battle Management System and the Pentagon's broader Joint Command and Control effort of All Domains.

"On what we are focused on is a code-compatible processor feature that provides open mission systems, so we can confirm that this capability can be leveraged on fifth and sixth generation platforms," Collins said. "We are also looking to demonstrate some [signal intelligence] features that can also be potentially used ?? on future platforms".

In addition to reducing the risk and releasing fighters such as the F-35 and F-22, using the U-2 as a substitute brings another benefit.

"We are focusing on showing that as we develop future capacity, we are not only making the survival capacity, but also the ability to connect and use sensors, not being platform-specific, but platform agnostic," Collins said.

U-2 Dragon Lady needs external support to land safely. Illustrative image.

Particularly for ABMS, Air Force leaders emphasized the importance of sensors being able to fit into a broader architecture.

But while the U-2 can benefit sixth-generation platforms and ABMS testing future technology, the Air Force's plans for its main high-altitude ISR mission are also fundamentally changing. The service's other high-altitude ISR platform, the RQ-4 Global Hawk drone, is scheduled to be retired in 2027, one year after the retirement of the U-2 fleet.

“There will be much more space involved,” Williams said. "Especially in the contested environments, the U-2 and these platforms fly, it's a different problem and a different answer."

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