#espys 19

[transjudas]

a collection of moments from the translated trial of Joan of Arc from 1431 that are fucking iconic of her:

‘And then did We forbid Jeanne, without Our permission, to leave the prison which had been assigned to her in the Castle, under pain of the crime of heresy. “I do not accept such a prohibition,” she answered; “if ever I do escape, no one shall reproach me with having broken or violated my faith, not having given my word to any one, whosoever it may be.”’

“Was he naked?” “Do you think God has not wherewithal to clothe him?”

“I have always answered that you will not drag this from my lips. Go and ask it of him.” 

“You shall not have anything more at present.” (she gave variations of this response all throughout the trial/examinations. basically if she felt that god had not given her permission to speak on a subject, she just wouldn’t. she did not seem to acknowledge the authority of those questioning and judging her at all, which makes sense. She also frequently replied “that is not your Case” which I think is basically her saying that’s not relevant to this trial so none of your business.)

“I promise to speak truth on what touches your Case; but the more you constrain me to swear, the later will I tell you.”

“Who induced you to have cited a man of the town of Toul on the question of marriage?” “I did not have him cited; it was he, on the contrary, who had me cited; and then I swore before the Judge to speak the truth. And besides, I had promised nothing to this man.”

“If it should be that I am taken to Paris, grant, I pray you, that I may have a copy of my questions and answers, so that I may lend them to those at Paris, and that I may be able to say to them: ‘Thus was I questioned at Rouen; and here are my answers : in this way, I shall not have to trouble again over so many questions.”

“Did you give, or cause to be given, money to him who took Franquet?” “I am not Master of the Mint or Treasurer of France to pay out money so.”

“Upon the oath that you have taken, tell us, how did you think to escape from the Castle of Beaulieu between two planks of wood ?” “Never was I prisoner in such a place that I would not willingly have escaped. Being in that Castle, I should have shut my keepers in the tower, if it had not been that the porter espied me and encountered me.”

“If I had leave to go in woman’s dress, I should soon put myself back in man’s dress and do what God has commanded me: I have already told you so. For nothing in the world will I swear not to arm myself and put on a man’s dress; I must obey the orders of Our Lord.”

“Do you know if Saint Catherine and Saint Margaret hate the English?” “They love what God loves: they hate what God hates.” (I know that this is all about nationalism during war but this is still hilarious to me. like goddamn, okay! Also I have to note that the examiner follows up with “does God hate the English?” and she basically says she cannot know but I want does God hate the English on a tshirt)

“I had that ring in my hand and on my finger, when I touched Saint Catherine as she appeared to me.” “What part of Saint Catherine?” “You will have no more about it.” “Did you ever kiss or embrace Saint Catherine or Saint Margaret?” “I have embraced them both.” “Did they smell good?” “It is well to know, they smelled good.” “In embracing them, did you feel any heat or any thing else?” (yo WHY is this examiner such a FREAK stop being weird my dude!!!)

“I took it of my own free will, and with no constraint: I prefer a man’s dress to a woman’s dress.” (mood)

So struck by how she really did not see those prosecuting (and persecuting) her as valid authorities and she was not subtle about it. However you see Joan and the voices she heard, she was a brave and bold and relatably snarky 19 year old telling the people who did not accept her belief nor her existence as we would likely now see as a mentally ill/psychotic young woman in society to fuck off.

[mygaynesshasnolimits]

Some Key Dates/Locations [for everyone's convenience]

Aces play Mystics in DC tomorrow - I could see P wanting to go to this one.

Seattle: Storm a six game home stretch from July 1 to 14 so probably when Paige will show up. Azzi tends to go to Vancouver at the end of one month/beginning of next month I've noticed. She went late April/Early May and then again Early June. So I'm guessing she has monthly appointments.

LA: ESPYs are July 11th. The panel is July 12th. I imagine lots of NIL stuff during this time and training.

Montana visit the week after ESPYs or maybe after Phoenix: All Stars which is July 19-20th.

DMV visit: Azzi's Camp in DMV is July 27 and 28.

Atlanta hosts Overtime Select event that starts August 3-7. Paige mentioned Overtime Select during that Jada Live.

The unknown date is SC30 Select Camp - Steph has Olympics warm ups and the games that will keep him busy July 10 - August 10 (probably right after July 4 to get training in) so I don't know if/when that will happen but I don't see it happening in July and instead in August when he gets back. I imagine Azzi will have another trip to Vancouver before heading to Minnesota.

Minnesota State Fair: Aug 22 – Sep 2. I imagine camping at Azzi's grandparents cabin will be beforehand and then probably end with the Fair before transitioning back to UConn. I could also see them going to the August 15th Lynx vs Mystics game in Minnesota before heading north to the campground and then coming back for the fair before flying out.

UConn move in August 22-25. Fall Semester starts on August 26.

Full Schedule for the season is in September.

Media Day (Both UConn and Big East) and First Night is October.

the way I actually love u rn 🫶🏼

[fruitbasketball]

lol Caitlin has used her platform to shine a light on all the black women who pioneered the sport, and actually done so by name, unlike Paige who made a vague statement one time and has never spoken up again

and idk where you get she’s entitled, it seems like all she’s ever wanted to do is win a championship which is what every player in college wants to do. she doesn’t seem remotely concerned with personal accolades, unlike other programs overly concerned with their player being NPOY despite not actually earning it

oh rightttt like that time they asked her on national television if race played a factor in the media’s treatment of her versus their treatment of angel reese and she… didn’t answer the question, right?

or the time that sheryl swoopes (one of those black women who pioneered the sport) was being attacked by her fans, and caitlin blocked everyone on twitter reminding her that her fans are racist? she did a great job shining a light on black women then!

i just feel like we watched different espys speeches, because i remember a 19 year old paige bueckers getting on national television, recognizing that she’s a white woman in a black led sport, and NAME DROPPING black women who deserved/deserve media attention, like maya moore and odyssey alexander, as well as speaking out against police brutality by mentioning breonna taylor.

and maybe we’re a little new to this and we don’t know ball, but if you’ve been following women’s college basketball for the past 4 years, you would know that instance is not a one off, because paige has been speaking out for the black community for years.

what y’all aren’t realizing is that racism is not just calling her teammates slurs or saying she hates black people or shit like that - it’s a refusal to acknowledge that racism exists in the first place.

and don’t play fucking dumb. by entitled i mean the whole “im caitlin clark give me that whistle”. fuck outta here w that ‘npoy but hasn’t earned it’. lisa bluder consistently touts that she has “the best player in the country” or “in the world”. i know that’s a dig at geno, so let’s get one thing fucking straight: paige is the best player in america. and when you have 11 fucking rings, you have every right to get up on a presser and say that. you might not think so, because your very narrow minded view of the game probably cleared the rest of the stat sheet except for points. paige came back from a fucking acl tear and she’s still a first team all american, and she’s a wade and naismith trophy finalist. she fills the stat sheet in every single thing except turnovers and personal fouls, and she does it on ridiculous efficiency. she makes her teammates better, and dawn staley herself has said she’s the most elite player to ever play the game.

do not piss me off with this bullshit

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Seems MM is staying out of the spotlight by u/khsimmons

Seems MM is staying out of the spotlight I’ve been waiting for a spectacular epic fail but she seems to be staying away since Nigeria and ARO.She was barely at the ESPYs. I keep checking this sub but we have nothing new.Is she starting to grasp she is a joke around the world? Serious question. post link: https://ift.tt/wnOLDF2 author: khsimmons submitted: July 19, 2024 at 05:45PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[starlit-seadragon]

Day 19 - Taken

The Eorzean Alliance is yet young, though it has many allies.

Some of them are a little closer than others expected.

Set early post-SB

WC: 1453

Rated F for fluff?

My FFXIV Write Masterpost here.

Nanamo was the first to notice.

Had she not been seated next to Lord Aymeric, she might have missed the exchange entirely. Though the mountains in which Ala Mhigo were tucked cooled the air significantly, the day was still hot. For their privacy, the doors of the meeting room had been closed, but the windows remained open, curtains billowing lazily in the desperately-needed breeze. Outside the palace, far enough away that they could not hear, people milled about, performing various tasks.

Beside her, Lord Aymeric straightened suddenly and looked away from the conversation. Nanamo fought the urge to stare. She had not considered the present topic to be an offensive one, but perhaps there was a cultural difference with Ishgard that she was not aware of. She had a mind to inquire about it afterwards─and then watched him break into a radiant smile that was gone from his lips a moment latee but remained in his eyes.

Curious, Nanamo followed his line of sight.

Out the window, the Warrior of Light was walking past. When she caught Nanamo's eye, she waved. Nanamo waved a small hand back.

On her other side, Raubahn leaned forward.

"I must apologize, Your Grace, for not being engaging enough company to keep your focus," he teased.

"Your apology is accepted, Raubahn," Namao replied archly. "Pray rest assured you have my full focus─I merely chanced to espy our friend Shirayume through the window and was returning her greeting."

The other Alliance leaders turned in their seats to peer out the window. Now red-cheeked and smiling apologetically, Shirayume waved to them all. The leaders of the Alliance returned the gesture.

"Perhaps a short respite is called for" Kan-E suggested. "We have been in council for an extended period─a little fresh air and movement might do us good."

The group assented, agreeing to return at the next bell. Slowly, they rose, stretching and making small talk. Nanamo remained in her seat. Raubahn stood just behind his.

"Do you mean to remain here, Your Grace?"

"For a time, I think. I'll follow soon, Raubahn. I'd like to walk the garden. Pray take your leave."

"I should be glad to join you, Your Grace, when you do."

Nanamo smiled. "Then I shall meet you there shortly, my friend."

With that, he quit the room. Nanamo sat back in her seat and sighed. Though the long hours could be wearying, to have so many in the Alliance warmed her heart; these meetings gave her far less headache than did those of the Syndicate. With a prolonged yawn, she hopped down from her seat and rubbed her eyes.

Upon opening them, she noticed the Warrior of Light was still outside the window.

As was Lord Aymeric.

Shirayume beamed up at him, and he mirrored the expression as he spoke. She listened attentively, almost enrapt, one arm crossed over to hold the other, tail swaying gently back and forth. He was inclined towards her, bent slightly at the waist, lessening the distance between them. They did not touch as they spoke, but they stood so near to one another that a breeze could have pushed them into each other's arms.

Nanamo blinked, breath caught. She could not remember when she had last seen Shirayume smile so.

Footsteps announced someone's approach.

"Your Grace?" Raubahn asked. "Forgive me if I've disturbed you; I just wanted to see if you were all right."

Evidently, she'd been standing here longer than she thought.

Raubahn approached her, looking to where her attention had been focused. When he caught sight of the pair outside, he inhaled sharply.

Eyes still on them, he asked in a low voice, "Do you think they're...?"

"Without a doubt," Nanamo confirmed, turning her gaze back towards them.

"I must admit to some surprise. I never would have expected such a match."

Nanamo looked up at him. "No? Whyever not?"

Raubahn scratched his chin. "It feels somewhat foolish to say aloud, but given how long Ishgard had been absent from the Alliance, I expected it would take a longer period of time for them to 'warm to us,' so to speak."

Nanamo smiled. "They may still be warming to us, my friend. But I believe it quite apparent that Lord Aymeric has warmed to *her.*"

They did not hear other Alliance leaders approach until Merlwyb spoke behind them, "Well. That certainly explains the Grand Melee."

"Do you suspect it has been going on since then?" Kan-E murmured.

"For such a strong affection? It must have begun well before."

Kan-E nodded, brow pinched. "He seems quite taken with her."

"Can you fault him for it?" Merlwyb asked. "She has a way of disarming shuttered hearts."

"Has he the shuttered heart, or is it Ishgard who possesses it?"

"Well," Lyse drew out the word as she reached the group and joined their observation. Her cheeks widened with her grin. "I see their time apart has done very little to change their feelings for one another."

Nanamo, Raubahn, Merlwyb, and Kan-E all turned to look at her as one. The grin dropped off Lyse's face. A flush spread over her cheeks.

"...I don't suppose you could pretend you didn't hear that."

After a moment, Kan-E touched a hand to her chest. "Did they intend to conceal it indefinitely?"

Lyse huffed out a laugh. "Only from themselves. There's nothing happening between them. At least, I don't think there is. Though... Yume didn't really talk about what happened during their camping trip..."

"Camping trip?" The group echoed, brows raised.

A tense silence followed.

"Oh gods," Lyse muttered. She cleared her throat and raised her hands, fingers splayed in defense. Her eyes darted wildly between them.

"Look, it's really none of our business, is it?"

Merlwyb crossed her arms. "Ordinarily, I would agree. In this case, however, there is somewhat more at stake. The star can ill-afford its champion playing favorites."

Lyse's voice was hard and sharp as a blade. "She wouldn't. You know she wouldn't."

The silence that descended smothered like the heat.

Lyse scoffed. Her hands clenched at her sides "Has she ever given you cause to doubt her before? What of when she was an adventurer based in Gridania? Did she play favorites then?"

The other leaders exchanged a look.

"She did not," Kan-E conceded, slow and even-toned, "but this situation does not quite compare."

Lyse shook her head. "I don't believe this."

"Mistress Hext is right," Nanamo interjected. "We ought to trust in our friends and allies. We are all of us adults. Since Ishgard's rejoining of the Eorzean Alliance, Lord Aymeric has been naught but a staunch ally."

"A little before that, even," Raubahn admitted.

"And that aside," she continued, "Shirayume deserves our confidence in her. As our friend and hero, we owe her the benefit of the doubt."

Kan-E, Raubahn, and Merlwyb looked to the floor. Lyse leaned against the window sill.

"And... just look at her," Lyse said softly.

They did. Aymeric spoke with animation, and in response Yume laughed so heartily that a few other people around them turned to look.

"Even if it doesn't go anywhere..." Lyse said. "The Twelve know there's been enough misery lately... we can afford them a little bit of happiness, can't we? Just a little."

She threw them an imploring look. They acquiesed with tight smiles. Nanamo met Lyse's eyes with open regard.

"We should certainly make an effort to," Nanamo agreed. Lyse returned her smile.

The bell struck then.

All in the meeting room turned towards the open window to find Aymeric and Shirayume, looking back at them with disquiet. Only Lyse had the presence of mind to duck to the side, out of sight.

Their gazes held a moment longer before Shirayume's lips moved inaudibly. Aymeric turned to look at her and then nodded stiffly before walking away. Shirayume turned in the opposite direction. She did not look back to the window.

Moments later, Aymeric reappeared in the meeting room's doorway. His face was a mask of composure, the only sign of his discomfiture the redness in his cheeks.

"Shall we proceed?" he asked calmly as he took his seat. Without another word, he took up a quill and scanned the parchment in front of him.

The other Alliance leaders remained standing, staring at one another.

Finally, in strode Lord Hien, whistling an airy tune. He stopped short as he took in the scene before him.

With a hint of confusion, he spoke, "I... trust all had a pleasant and refreshing recess?"

Nanamo chuckled as she retook her seat. "Some of us more than others, I expect."

Aymeric froze, quill mid-air. Lyse smirked.

"But pray," she said. "Let us return to business."

[thankyouforthememoriesworld]

Some Key Dates/Locations [for everyone's convenience]

Aces play Mystics in DC tomorrow - I could see P wanting to go to this one.

Seattle: Storm a six game home stretch from July 1 to 14 so probably when Paige will show up. Azzi tends to go to Vancouver at the end of one month/beginning of next month I've noticed. She went late April/Early May and then again Early June. So I'm guessing she has monthly appointments.

LA: ESPYs are July 11th. The panel is July 12th. I imagine lots of NIL stuff during this time and training.

Montana visit the week after ESPYs or maybe after Phoenix: All Stars which is July 19-20th.

DMV visit: Azzi's Camp in DMV is July 27 and 28.

Atlanta hosts Overtime Select event that starts August 3-7. Paige mentioned Overtime Select during that Jada Live.

The unknown date is SC30 Select Camp - Steph has Olympics warm ups and the games that will keep him busy July 10 - August 10 (probably right after July 4 to get training in) so I don't know if/when that will happen but I don't see it happening in July and instead in August when he gets back. I imagine Azzi will have another trip to Vancouver before heading to Minnesota.

Minnesota State Fair: Aug 22 – Sep 2. I imagine camping at Azzi's grandparents cabin will be beforehand and then probably end with the Fair before transitioning back to UConn. I could also see them going to the August 15th Lynx vs Mystics game in Minnesota before heading north to the campground and then coming back for the fair before flying out.

UConn move in August 22-25. Fall Semester starts on August 26.

Full Schedule for the season is in September.

Media Day (Both UConn and Big East) and First Night is October.

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[mar-tacuba]

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[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

The Dependence of the Words

by Obadiah Sedgwick

Paul and Silas (on their journey) make a stop in Philippi, a chief city in Macedonia, ver. 12. They had a special calling for it, ver. 9. Being there, the next Sabbath, they devoted themselves to praying and preaching, ver. 13. And each of these activities was crowned with a blessed outcome.

By the former, Lydia was converted, ver. 14, 15. By the latter, the devil was exorcised from a damsel, ver. 16, 18. The word of God and prayer are the great power of God to change the heart and conquer Satan.

But if we trouble the devil, the devil will not cease to trouble us. It has been the fate of the best ministers to do the most good and find the most affliction. Look at ver. 19 and you will see that Paul and Silas were arrested and brought before the rulers.

Good God! That Paul should be questioned because he cast out a devil! But this is not the matter of objection, nor the immediate cause of trouble (her master saw that the hope of their profits was gone). How far will love of the world drive a man against God's servants? Even Paul himself was brought to trial when he cut off the profits that the devil brought. Covetous hearts and good ministers can never agree; they would rather sell the truth than lose their profit.

But now before the magistrate, what is their accusation? What! That Paul and Silas cast out the devil? No; that the masters of the damsel were hurt and disadvantaged by their preaching? No, though this was the reason, yet something else was the excuse. This would seem too base, and therefore they brought another charge against them that they knew would easily stick, ver. 20. These being Jews, greatly trouble our city, and ver. 21. Teach customs, which are not lawful for us to accept or observe, being Romans.

As if they said, they are a couple of divisive and schismatic fellows, men of a peculiar spirit, given to innovation, who speak strange things about one Christ, about belief, and about repentance, and we don't know what.

They needed to say no more, immediately there was an uproar, and without any more ado, right or wrong, they received justice. The magistrates tore their clothes and ordered them to be beaten, ver. 22.

And this was not enough, besides the whip, they had to go to prison and be kept safe and secure, ver. 23. Hatred of goodness often leads evil men to acts of injustice; and he who hates a good man will often become a bad judge.

But they are in prison and in stocks, and the jailer is as diligent to carry out the command as the rulers were unjust in giving it, ver. 24. He threw them into the inner prison and made them fast in the stocks.

The providence of God is strange; Paul and Silas were sent to prison to convert a jailer, to free him who had bound them, to heal him who had whipped them; God has some special plans for the times and places of his servants' suffering. Well, at midnight Paul and Silas prayed and sang praises to God, ver. 25. No prison can prevent our communion with God. Prayer will reach heaven in spite of all opposition, and even a suffering Christian can be very cheerful.

But now see the consequences of this, their prayers shook heaven and heaven shook the earth, so that the foundations of the prison were shaken, and immediately all the doors were opened, and everyone's bonds were loosened, ver. 26.

I do not marvel that prayer can break the bonds of iron, when I know it is able to break asunder the bonds of death itself.

The jailer awakes, sees the prison doors open, and for all he knew, an escape of all his prisoners, for whose lives, probably it is, that he must pay his own; and therefore in a passionate desperation, draws out his sword to kill himself.

Paul espies him, and cries out with a loud voice (hold, hold) Do yourself no harm, for we are all here, not a man of us that has stirred.

Which when he had searched and found, Oh! what a strange alteration is in this jailer? Vers. 29. He came in trembling. What! He who before made them to bleed, does he now tremble? He that before cast them into the stocks, does he come trembling to them? What were they? Or what could they do? Shackled and scourged, and imprisoned persons, that he trembled before them? But so he did. Scorners will become tremblers, when God has once touched their hearts. Yet this is not all; He also falls down before them. He is upon his knees to ask them forgiveness, for his cruel usage. And then he brings them forth.

Object. But what of all this? All this may arise from sparks of pity and humanity.

Sol. Nay, but there is a greater matter than all this: Sirs, said he, What shall I do to be saved? (As if he had said) I am in a miserable condition, I have lived wickedly, and done wrong to many of the people of God, and in particular to you; Good Lord! what shall become of me? You are the ministers of Christ, I beseech you have pity on me, and show unto me what I may do to save this poor soul of mine.

What does Paul and Silas answer him? They said, Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved. And I beseech you mark it, how immediate their answer is to his question; they do not say, as the High Priests to afflicted Judas, Look thou to that; they do not upbraid him with his hard and cruel usage; They take not that advantage, and say, Nay, now does your conscience trouble you for being so wicked, and scourging us so sharply? Yea, and so let it; do you come for direction and comfort to us, whom you have so shamefully abused?

No, they forget the injuries, and presently pour in the oil. They instantly direct him into the true way of life, Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved.

[wadbot]

tom19.wad: Time Of Maps - Part 1 MAP01 (368, 784, 96) Author: TimeOfDeath (Chris Balch) Date: 2009-09-27 Description: TOM is a boom compatible wad that uses only doom2 format line actions (except some boom light transfers) and sector effects. -complevel 9 in PrBoom-Plus is required for some rising stairs and "floor lower to 8 above highest floor" behaviour. Some maps don't work properly in ZDoom. This isn't intended to be a traditional map set. Instead, it's a compilation of random maps and mapping experiments (for me) with random themes that are sorted by date (mostly), rather than difficulty. Each map is intended to be learned and memorized from a pistol start and recorded on for max runs (not all maps also have an intended speed route). I imagine playing most of these maps without learning them would probably be pretty annoying. The point of the maps is to learn them, plan a route, and record a demo as fast as you can. Most of the maps are bfg-oriented or rocket/plasma-oriented and most people probably won't like the gameplay. Most of the maps are remakes of levels from other games. All of the remakes were built by looking around in-game in the original levels, counting floor and wall tiles to figure out heights and lengths, standing in corners and seeing where other corners line up, using a ruler and the in-game map to figure out general room sizes, etc. The Quake remakes were also built that way (I didn't look in a Quake editor). Though, there are still differences in appearance between the originals and remakes. If you're a fan of any of the games I did remakes of, I think it could be cool to check out these maps even if you don't like the gameplay (play on skill 3 - hurt me plenty - to play the maps without monsters). Intended to be played with these options, if you want: CATEGORY 1 (INTENDED) - prboom-plus 2.5.0.1+ - kills/items/secrets/timer HUD (with "smart totals" turned off) - any resolution + uncapped fps - custom key config for weapons - -longtics - no TAS features (unless you specify your demo is TAS) - turn180 if you use keyboard only CATEGORY 2 - zdoom - freelook + jumping turned on - infinitely tall actors turned off - no bfg aiming - custom key config for weapons - no crouch My key config in PrBoom-Plus is: WASD movement, M1 fire, SHIFT shotgun, R chaingun, Q rocket, E plasma, F bfg, SPACE use, ALT strafe on, MOUSE turning (sometimes arrow keys with my right hand for long sr50) My key config in ZDoom is: WASD movement, M1 fire, M2 jump, Q prev weap, E next weap, SPACE use, ALT strafe on, SHIFT center view, always mouselook, never auto-aim, no BFG aiming, dot crosshair. ///////////// // MAPLIST // ///////////// MAP01 - released April 7, 2009 Don't wake up the revenants MAP02 - released April 12, 2009 Silent Hill 2 remake of the first part of Rosewater Park MAP03 - released April 16, 2009 Silent Hill 2 remake of the start area MAP04 - released April 22, 2009 Silent Hill 2 remake of the Courtyard in the Woodside Apartments MAP05 - released April 26, 2009 Doesn't work in ZDoom MAP06 - released May 11, 2009 Doom2 format version of smedley.wad. Doom2.wad map01 remake built from scratch (no copy/pasting) exactly like the original, with some new areas. A secret area is a remake of the starting room and a hallway in Quake E3M3. Rocket jumping is required to reach that secret area in ZDoom. MAP07 - released May 19, 2009 Quake E3M4 remake of the first room MAP08 - released May 27, 2009 Doom2 format version of first part of dekutree.wad. Zelda: Ocarina of Time remake of Inside the Deku Tree. MAP09 - released July 2, 2009 Doom2 format version of second part of dekutree.wad. Zelda: Ocarina of Time remake of Inside the Deku Tree. MAP10 - released July 3, 2009 Doom2 format version of last part of dekutree.wad. Zelda: Ocarina of Time remake of Inside the Deku Tree. MAP11 - released July 18, 2009 For practising 2-bfg-shot kills on cybers and long sr50. Similar design to Espi's pe.wad MAP12 - released June 6, 2009 Doom.wad E1M1 remake from memory, after not having played/seen the original map in about 1 year, with doom2 monsters. It was Creaphis' idea. Also appears in e1m1mem.zip, e1m1mem2.wad map01. MAP13 - released March 6, 2009 Doom2 format + single player version of my 2 sectors deathmatch map in 2sector.wad (map07) from July 2006. Originally released as seaburt.wad in March 2009 MAP14 - released July 30, 2009 Doom2 format version of map27 from chips19.wad. Remake of level 27 from Chip's Challenge. Also turned out to be a 1024-style map. MAP15 - released July 16, 2009 Doom2 format version of my first five maps put into one map. The original maps are from dib28a.wad and were made in 2005 MAP16 - released September 1, 2009 My attempt at making an Oblige-like map from scratch. MAP29 - demo map Map28 from dib28a.wad. My unfinished attempt at making cave architecture from 2006. MAP30 - released September 20, 2009 A map with 2 sectors that will certainly be hated by most, if not all. MAP31 - released July 30, 2009 Map11 with the cybers facing you. MAP32 - released July 30, 2009 Doom2 format version of two of the last rooms from flanagan.wad. Also shows a Doom "bug" (?) where you can walk through certain impassible walls if your map takes up 32768 units or more, either south-north or west-east. Doesn't work in ZDoom.

[analyzingtaylor]

Travis was in LA on July 11 (Quarterback premiere) and July 12 (ESPY Awards). In Nevada on July 14-16 (American Century Championship). In NYC (Zero Bond) on July 19. Training camp was on July 23-August 13.

Nice research…..interestingly they have a training camp schedule down to the day here

[ky23s-art-dump-and-more]

Yet another ref sheet with the bre! He's Espy's cousin.

You can see his and others' bio here:

[makibeni]

Ch. 19 -I Trust You With All I Am

Kobeni walked up the last few steps to the floor her modest apartment was situated on. The springtime sunset she'd espied on her train ride back from her date had given way to the darkened canvas of early evening night, eagerly awaiting a bedazzling of starlight. Date... She was finally calling it that, in her head at least, a small comfort she'd permitted herself in lieu of her success. She pulled the keys from her pocket as she approached the door, absentmindedly performing the same robotic motion she had every day since moving here, but this time she hesitated. Her fingers glid over an unfamiliar surface and a bubbly smirk grew across her face. She stopped, and pulled the object to her face. A small cuttlefish key chain Makima had pointed out to her as a souvenir on their way out of the aquarium. She gently pressed it against her palm, releasing the memories trapped within and filling her hand with a radiating warmth.

With a renewed vigor she opened her door and took a step inside, wrapped up in comforting blankets of reassuring thoughts. She spun on her heels and held the keys close to her chest before removing her shoes, methodically replaying all the day's events in her head. Her memories were normally scattered, their edges frayed by the serrated claws of her anxieties, colored in melancholy hues of bitter reality, languishing in the shade of glittering what-ifs, conjured up only to mock her, an endless parade of her failures plastering over the slight and scant spatters of joy. This was different. A scorching sunspot, choking out the darkness around it with it's radiant light, unmarred by gloom and insecurity, the angelic visage of Makima, her Makima, her beloved angel, diving down from the heavens to pull her from the darkened pit she had been languishing within. It was her blessing, in the face of all her other ills, it was permission to simply be happy.

She turned back into the darkened room, the first rays of moonlight catching on the edges of her apartment. She reached her hand for the light switch, but something caught her eye and stopped her dead in her tracks. A rancorous glow that overtook the space around it, as if draining all but shadow from it's presence. Kobeni's arm fell limp by her side, swaying with a melancholic apathy as the glint of momentary elation receded from her eyes. This wasn't anxiety, not yet anyway, it was resignation. She bit her lip, and sealed her eyes shut as hard as she could, pushing down wayward tears by force, clenching her fist with enough force to crush the imaginary catalyst of her anger gathering within. It wasn't fair. Why? Why now? Why couldn't she just have one day.

The indignation gave way to despair, as she dragged herself over to a nearby chair and sat down, burring her head in her hands, as much to hide herself away as anything. She was wretched from her solitude by the dissonant buzz that creaked from the glowing rectangle, the meager comfort provided by the emptiness she'd wrapped herself in being torn away and leaving her exposed. The pit in her stomach grew, a discordant ball of angst writhing like a bed of worms, trying to consume her from within. She slowly stood up, her body moving while her mind screamed at her to stop, pleading against every motion she was nonetheless taking, as she made her way over to the table.

Five missed calls all from the same number, all from... her...

There were only a handful of reasons she ever called, if she had a rough day and needed an emotional punching bag to degrade and make herself feel better, Kobeni was always first on that list, but she usually gave up after one missed call, and followed it up with a text trying to dunk her head in a thick sludge of guilt for failing to provide her with an adequate outlet. Two calls usually meant she wanted something, venom and bile masquerading as half heated efforts to rekindle a broken down relationship based entirely on the expectation she was owed something for the labor of putting up with Kobeni for as long as she had, one reluctant reply from erupting into a spiral of guilt.

Five calls was different, it meant this was something more urgent, something that couldn't just be scowled past, and plastered over with vengeful spits of guilt in the aftermath. Kobeni wracked her brain, trying to figure out what might happened as the dread clambered up to her throat, stealing the air from each breath. Suddenly the crescendo hit, as all the built up anxiety finally found a focal point and coalesced into an anchor, pulling her down from the inside. Her eyes reluctantly swiveled across the table and noted the lightened load in her wallet as her sickening revelations stared at her with contempt. All the money she'd been absentmindedly spending, the drinks, the lunch dates, the aquarium, all slowly eating away at her meager budget, before her family went to withdraw the usual amount she was expected to send and found the account empty.

The phone rang again, for the sixth time tonight, and she extended a trembling arm towards it, her gaze affixed to the wall as she already recited the entire impending barrage of insults in her head. She lifted it to her ear, unsure if she even uttered a noise to follow the tone, the sensation of falling overtaking her body.

"...Is everything alright?"

Kobeni's eyes went wide as a shock of color returned to her face. That was... Makima's voice...

"M... M-miss Makima??"

A playful giggle escaped the other line

"We're girlfriends now Kobeni, you don't have to keep adding 'miss' to the front every time"

"R-Right! S-sorry..."

There was a slight tremble in her voice, as shock and relief washed over the quivering mound of angst she was burred under just moments ago. It felt as if she'd been lifted from the mire of despair and placed gently upon a cloud where she and her seraphim could spend their days gazing longingly into each other's eyes.

"U-um, d-did you need something?"

There was a brief pause, just long for some of the comfort of Makima's angelic presence to be wicked away by insecurity.

"I wanted to let you know I got home safe... and hear your voice again"

Through the tangled up binds in her chest she could feel her heartbeat, the euphoric shock of being wanted nearly causing it to give out for a moment.

"...Kobeni, what's wrong?"

"W... what do..."

The pounding in her chest continued, but now spurned by worry. It wasn't so much that she was surprised Makima had noticed, more that she had hoped she would have overlooked it, or recognized the cry for apathetic comfort, a facade she could cling to just a little bit longer.

"...h-how did you know something was wrong?"

She muttered, stalling, yearning to be whisked away again to somewhere she didn't have to think about her problems anymore.

"It's in your voice, now please, tell me what's wrong."

It sounded like she was running out of patience, and the 'please' didn't soften the blow much. The words felt like a biting accusation, beckoning her to confession.

"W~well... u-um..."

She was hesitant. Fear welled up inside of her, clogging her throat and refusing to let words pass by it. She didn't want to talk about this, she didn't even want to think about it. But she couldn't lie, and she couldn't avoid such direct question, against every instinct in her body trying to stop her, she took the step forward, towards Makima's light, and spoke.

"I-I joined Public Safety because m-my parents... I-I need to help pay to get my brother through collage a-and... I d-didn't have enough to send this month, they must have checked the account and saw it was empty."

"I see"

Another uncomfortably long pause hung in the air, Kobeni wasn't sure if or what to interject with, quietly trying to swallow the lump that had built up in her throat. She tried to listen to the line, see if she could pick up any faint sounds to indicate anything but a scornful glare coming from the other end, but it was being drowned out by the growing ringing in her ears.

"Alright, I'll take care of it"

"T-take care of what?"

It was rhetorical, there was only really one thing she could have been referring to, but...

"Do you trust me?"

The question felt loaded, like some deep introspection was called for, but she didn't have much to deliberate on, internally or externally. This was Makima, there was only one answer her mind could produce.

"Yes..."

"Good, then get some rest and I'll see you at work tomorrow"

"B-but..."

Her interjection fell flat, Makima had said her piece, and Kobeni could feel her usual reassuring smile from the other end.

"...thank you..."

The tone sounded, indicating the call had concluded. She put the phone back down and anxiously stared at the screen, still awaiting the call she was sure was impending. The familiar buzz sent a creeping dread cascading down her back but when she looked all she saw was a text from Makima.

[ Good night . . . ]

She stared at it for a few minutes, the rolling tides of emotions within her having finally warn each other down leaving her feeling nothing but vaguely empty. Kobeni slid her hand into her pocket, pulling out the set of keys she'd left there earlier that night. She looked at the key chain, still filled with pleasant memories she wasn't yet ready to relive, before crawling into bed, clutching it in her hand and drifting off to sleep.

[lavelled]

homage to the mates.

Quick news: The Princess Kate cancer video, twirly amongst nature, is false, fake, and a lie. Musk wrote the impregnation tweet to deflect from September 11 because it was Harry. We don’t know why Muzzled Meg is with microphones galore—both consensually horrible?

Harry’s eponymous Catturd Twitter account represents family pedophilia. Google the identity, king-wise. Harry posts unwitty far-right extremism like curricula for monsters. Harry Windsor—cause of school shootings, school fires, stabbings, and suicides—is a fanboy right-winger with zero political views writing slop on the Internet to lighten the mood from kidnapping that upsets your teenagers. Kids know how he’s a swaddled coward in the UK, getting paid to theorize about my rape.

He has fun outside of wedlock. Dril or wint or cunty, the online account with a Jack Nicholson picture from the film, Something’s Gotta Give. This is Harry. In 2014, he wrote: i am selling six beautfiul, extremely ill, white horses. they no longer recognize me as their father, and are the Burden of my life.

google iitz.

In non-eloquent terms, a literary pedometer about his papa enslaving little girls and threatening the actor who was their actual pen pal. In case South Sudan needs a civil rights guest speaker.

A Netflix deal for a hired ventriloquist who, for six years, has deliberately helped a California-enemy sex trafficking violator. To dire results. Could nothing be worse?

As a briefcase model, in brassy copper orange, she opened suitcase Number 11 to reveal 5 dollars inside which the video titled, Meghan Markle Has the Case Deal or No Deal Game Show Network on YouTube details, years before she accompanied her playbook bunkmate to the ESPYs as he accepted an award honoring a fallen 9/11 hero.

She was cast in a wedding day prank, procreated with the contract holder, and deceived youths with the intentional spread of inaccurate information about race, gender inequality, and cyber bullying that she’s never been subjected to. H & Birthmark: You’re a psycho and she’s nowhere near a Cleopatra Malala Yousafzai.

Meanwhile, my female rights are gone and her captor husband says he wants to live in my attic. A reference I’ve learned is not about a cathedral roof hideaway, but the anatomy of a persecuted 15-year-old girl.

Grieving parents deserve more than implementing Flip and Frogmore Cottage as Mad Hatter tea techniques to denote that she’s the wrong milady.

Kids feel bad for someone. Guess who?

In Harry code, Rachel means: Rape-U-1st.

Divorce.

Timothy McVeigh and Terry Nichols, at 9:02 am, in a Ryder rental truck, bombed the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City on April 19, 1995, killing 168 people because of Royal Pedophilia, Incorporated.

Tyler Hilinski—Quarterback at Washington State University was found with a gunshot wound to the head and a suicide note. 21-years-old. Four months before their wedding.

Jason Hairston—NFL player; founder and CEO of Kuiu, a hunting gear company. He was Department of the Interior liaison for hunting groups during the Trump administration. He killed himself at his home in Dixon, California. Four months after their wedding.

Jonathan Cantwell—Australian professional road bicycle racer; won a stage of the Herald Sun Tour and two stages of the Tour de Taiwan. He killed himself six months after their wedding.

Morgan Rodgers—lacrosse player at Duke University. Her mom, Dona, said she suffered a dream-shattering knee injury and on July 11, 2019, Morgan died by suicide. At 22.

Pavle Jovanovic—Olympian on the USA Bobsled team. He became a welder and hung himself in his metal shop on May 3, 2020.

Dieter Brummer—Australian actor on the soap operas, Home and Away and Neighbours. He killed himself in Glenhaven, New South Wales. July 24, 2021.

Terrence Butler—basketball star at Drexel University, studying Engineering. The 6-foot-7 forward from Prince George’s County, Maryland died by suicide on August 2, 2023.

Alec Musser—model and actor; played the role of Del Henry on All My Children. He died by self-inflicted gunshot wound in his Del Mar, California home on January 12, 2024.

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[saintmeghanmarkle]

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[lboogie1906]

Stuart Orlando Scott (July 19, 1965 – January 4, 2015) was a sportscaster and anchor on ESPN, most notably on SportsCenter. Well-known for his hip-hop style and use of catchphrases, he was a regular for the network in its NBA and NFL coverage.

He was born in Chicago. His parents were O. Ray and Jacqueline Scott. When he was 7, the family moved to Winston-Salem. He had a brother and two sisters. He grew up in North Carolina and graduated from UNC-Chapel Hill. He began his career with various local television stations before joining ESPN in 1993. Although there were already accomplished African American sportscasters, his blending of hip-hop with sportscasting was unique for television. By 2008, he was a staple in ESPN’s programming and began on ABC as the lead host for their coverage of the NBA.

In 2007, he had an appendectomy and learned that his appendix was cancerous. After going into remission, he was again diagnosed with cancer in 2011 and 2013. He was honored at the ESPY Awards in 2014 with the Jimmy V Award for his fight against cancer. #africanhistory365

He married Kimberly Scott (1993-2007). They had two daughters together. #aficanhistory365 #africanexcellence #alphaphialpha

[elizabethkitley]

https://twitter.com/MatthewByrne1/status/1811889398369100187?t=LVe5dQV5y4yPu0M3DuseKQ&s=19

Nepo baby didn't even watch the Espys with her, this dude needs to go now

well they don't live together i wasn't shocked at this lol