#c: clarence

[elainespavlding]

"Humorous," Elaine repeated assuredly. The backpack, the dog, the cigarette in the hiker's left hand... Vollbrecht had something to say about contemporary Romanticism, or at the very least modern life. Plus — "It teases at some conversations about authorship and identity." She shrugged one shoulder. "It's quite cheeky." When Clarence confirmed he had a hand in the process, she hummed, the tone tilting upward as if she were a little impressed by the revelation. The piece was definitely bold by the hotel's standard and, by extension, Clarence's. "It certainly feels like you're ushering in something new," she agreed formally, her lips only thinning momentarily when he turned another question toward her. She liked Clarence because he understood and respected his work and the people he worked for. And she understood he didn't need a highly detailed, personal answer to his question just as much as she didn't want to delve into one. "Busy from the jump," she started, "and mostly confined to a desk insofar, but not a bad two weeks altogether. And you?"

"Humorous?" Clarence repeated. He regarded the painting for a moment. It wasn't the word he'd use to describe it. But then again, what did he know? Humorous for him was Coolidge's A Friend In Need. Dogs playing Poker, who wouldn't get a chuckle out of that? He was no connoisseur, try as he might to make an effort. "I was, actually," he admitted. "Usually, we have all the department heads give their opinion. Put it to a vote. Marketing tends to suggest which artist we showcase each quarter. I was told Vollbrecht would really capture the crowd. The colors are nice. Bold... I think it breathes a lot of life into this space. Gets people thinking for the new year. How's it treating you by the way, Miss Spaulding?"

[feverishmaiden]

[transistoradio]

1. Fadeaway Girl — “Trying on Shoes” — by Clarence Coles Phillips (1880-1927).

2. Spider-Woman #39 (August 1981), with cover art by Steve Leialoha.

3. Moon Knight #24 (October 1982), with cover art by Bill Sienkiewicz.

[thesaccharinememoirs]

Welcome to the Archive!

This archive will contain the private letters of Becket Caldwell and Clarence Beaumont and their budding long-distance romance. The two have known each other since high-school, as they both signed up for a pen pal program at their respective schools, linking up with each other and continuing to send letters to each other frequently. Just recently they have both graduated from high school and are off into the real world, starting their lives in their respective fields. Clarence is majoring in History and Becket is majoring in visual arts.

This story is authored by two people, one for each of our protagonists.

Author #1 - Clarence Beaumont 

Author #2 - Becket Caldwell

And our official art is drawn by @eldritchcats

Everything will be tagged to their specific characters and all letters are posted to our ao3: The Saccharine Memoirs of Becket & Clarence

[une-sanz-pluis]

As noted when discussing smell, there was a significant change to the trade in cosmetics in the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries, with increasing numbers of finished products reaching the market in England. Among these were sweet powders, such as citrinade, a confection made of sugar and citron, the precursor of the lemon, that was applied to the face as a whitener. They were expensive: witness a group of purchases of sweet powders - two pots each of succade, coinade (made with quince), citrinade and pomade for 37s. 8d. - shipped out of London to Rouen for the use of either Margaret, Duchess of Clarence, or her husband, in 1420-1.

C. M. Woolgar, The Senses in Late Medieval England

[pmatga]

so here's my latest pmatga idea

bitter exes: old man edition™

[klavieren]

by coles phillips (1880-1927)

[coeurdeverre82]

val wilmer — american drummers 1959–1988

[carbone14]

Lieutenant Général Ira Clarence Eaker, commandant de la 8e Air Force

[natequarter]

Henry [VII] spared Richard's nephew and designated heir, John de la Pole, Earl of Lincoln, and made the Yorkist heiress [from 1499] Margaret Plantagenet Countess of Salisbury suo jure.

unless i'm very much mistaken... wrong henry

[ghostsmp3]

Wait I’m curious, when you reblogged that bruce song Lift Me Up you tagged it something like “I can’t listen to this without thinking of Clarence listening to it on repeat in his dressing room”. Did that actually happen? Or did you just mean you get Clarence vibes from the song bc same here :’)

it actually happened! in clarence's semi autobiographical book "big man" that he wrote with his friend don reo there's a chapter where don talks about clarence's genuine love of bruce's music and that one day at a show in los angeles he walked in on clarence in his dressing room (the temple of soul) listening to sad eyes and lift me up on repeat.

[prvtocol]

[cyberpawn] "Bri!! Bri!! Tell me about you and Clare Bear!! Are you guys chooms??"

ask my muse questions about the relationships they have with other muses, whether it be in actual canon, or canons created among fellow muns ( always accepting ) ✿

A chuckle at V’s pet name for her chief of security, Clarence Turay, is barely stifled before she answers. She’s sure the man finds it less endearing than her. “Well, Turay and I are not quite…chooms, as you call it.” The local lingo rolls strangely off her posh tongue but at least she’s not culturally daft enough to misinterpret the word’s meaning. “Now don’t get me wrong, professional relationships can be friendly, and we certainly are. And I like to think we work rather good as a team,” or have until more recent developments. Her ganger extortionist Vaas is causing a lot of awkward domestic strife between them and the chief's advice is unfortunately going unheeded. She needs to follow her gut on this one.

“I do trust his oversight and know he takes his job very seriously. But beyond contract,” a hum stretches her thought, “Well, neither of us feels it appropriate to breach it with a personal relationship. It’s simply how we work.” 

“We started together in London, by the way, and he’s been my chief of security for two years now, on a typical three-year rotation with the possibility of extension.” Convenient considering it is one more year until she retires — ever still adamant to refuse signing another twenty-year contract with the corp. Meanwhile, Turay is set to return to HQ for a head security trainer position. Both are determined to see it through for the other, it’s just that Arasaka’s volatility is making it ever more precarious. “Only one left. Really, where does the time go?”

[aleksakonstanta]

Clarence Frederick Underwood 

[catchinghammers]

The 10 minute song referenced in this tweet is “Jungleland” for the curious.

This is my favorite tweet ever

[mygrowingcollection]

Colonel Clarence C. Jamison