#harold pudding

[glitterbread]

[cloverzluck]

My Family Headcannons for peanuts‽

Schroeder/patty - cousins

Eudora/Angel Harold - Siblings

Peggy jean/Molly volley - Cousins

Pigpen/Truffles - Cousins

Tapioca Pudding/Ruby - Cousins

[number1jeonginstan]

Hii, I saw you take requests!! Hihi! Could you do a lee know drabble? Like reader fell first but he fell harder? They don’t know each other that well, see each other through friends sometimes and she has a huge crush and is a fan but is trying not to let it on and leave him be and then Idk just him maybe being like struck by fate and just completely starting to see reader differently, after just thinking of her as a nice girl he met a few weeks ago. Just soft Lee know please and some cute interactions and reader being completely caught off guard when he expresses interest… hahha idk I hope you like this💕🫶good luck with your paper!

Lonely St.

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! I tried adding my own twist on it and I hope you like it. Also, you are so sweet for wishing me luck with my paper! (I'm like 1/3 way done and am trying to finish another third in a couple of hours after sleeping, but writing this gave me the break I needed.)

WC: 1.6k

Summary: Your friend introduces you to his best friend who just happens to be a pro idol (I love it when he calls himself that) Lee Know!

Warnings: None! It's just some cute fluff about Lee Know

Lee Know x afab!Reader (strangers to lovers)

You loved the coffee shop you lived above. The owner was a sweet old lady who absolutely adored you, bringing you cookies occasionally or you went to her shop just to talk for hours. It always warmed your heart talking to her, and in exchange for all the free coffee she would give you, you would help out on weekends. She would let you close up any time you wanted on the days you worked, knowing how much you loved snuggling up in your special corner of her shop, Lonely St., with the cafe’s cat. 

It was an average weekend for you, it was 10 at night and you sat in your favorite spot next to the window reading a book. The fall air was freezing, causing you to bundle up in an oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants. You loved it, the smell of coffee still wafting through the air. Harold, the cafe’s cat, was snuggled up in your lap purring occasionally as you rubbed behind his ears. As you became more and more immersed in your book you were oblivious to the jingling of the door until someone coughed. You quickly got up, marked your page, and ran to the counter. 

In entered your close friend, Heejin, with someone else. “Hi,” you ran up to him, embracing him in a hug. He always smelled like cinnamon for some reason and it brought you such comfort. You both became friends through work, since you both sat next to one another and he had a picture of a cat on his desk, you slowly became friends. “Hi y/n,” he said while pinching your cheeks, he always did this, acting like your older brother even though he was only 7 months older than you. “I brought my best friend from my hometown to check this place out, please tell me you guys still have pudding cups because I promised him you guys have some of the best in all of the area.” 

You look up to see none other than Lee Know and to say you were a bit awestruck was an understatement. You turned to Heejin and whispered in his ear, “You are friends with the Lee Minho and you didn’t tell me, some friend you are!” and he just chuckled. 

“Sorry, about that,” you said with an apologetic smile “My name is y/n, it’s very nice to meet you. I am a big fan of your guys’ music.” He just gave you a small smile. “Oh right,” you exclaimed “you are here for our famous pudding! The owner of the shop makes it fresh every morning. I am almost a hundred percent sure we have at least one left!” You ran over to the fridge looking inside to make sure that there was still the one you saw thirty minutes ago while you were cleaning. 

“Here you are, free of charge since we were going to throw it out anyways,” you handed it to him. Heejin looked at you disappointed, “where is mine?” You just looked at him “Did you forget about what happened last time that warrants me from ever giving you free food?” 

“How was I supposed to know that I can’t microwave tin-foil” he groaned “it doesn’t look like a metal.” You just glared at him as Minho chuckled in the background, sitting down and taking a scoop of the pudding. “This is really good, Heejin why haven’t you been bringing me this when you visit me?” he asked with a dead serious face “I thought you were supposed to be the loving boyfriend in this relationship” he pouted. 

“Wow Heejin, cheating on me? What would Chip think, wait until he finds out his favorite person is no longer talking to his owner,” you said with a giggle. “HEY!” Heejin shouted “I’m my cat’s favorite person” Minho just rolled his eyes, “You know he loves me the most, you both keep lying to yourselves.” You just giggled as you and Heejin joined Minho at the table, sitting down. 

You guys began talking, about everything and everything. How Heejin and you met, how Minho and he became friends, their adventures to Japan, and how it was being an idol. Before you knew it, it had become one in the morning. Harold was snuggled up beside Minho, and you were getting a bit tired, thinking about the long day ahead of you. “I guess we should get going Heejin,” Minho said, stretching a bit. “It was very nice meeting you y/n, I hope to see you again and next time buy some more pudding,” he said with the biggest grin in his life. 

He was so cute you thought to yourself, but you shouldn’t think like this. He was an idol and you didn’t have a chance, it would be cool you thought to yourself. You said goodbye to them, closing up the shop and going back to your apartment, not knowing Heejin introducing you to Minho would shift your entire life. 

 It had been a couple of months since you first met Minho, at first you didn’t think much of it. You knew he was busy being one of the biggest idols in Korea and thought you would never see him again, but you were so wrong. 

Every weekend he would come to the shop at 11 pm on the dot, he never missed a Saturday. It was your new regular pattern, instead of curling up with a book, you would talk to Minho about anything and everything under the sun for hours. Sometimes Heejin would be there, but sometimes he wouldn’t. 

In the back of your mind, you would find yourself falling for Lee Know. The way he would talk with such adoration about his cats, or his wild stories about the other members of his group, you would always pay full attention. You loved the ways he would joke around, but you would often feel flustered at times when he talked to you. 

You were already a big fan of his music and his personality prior to meeting him, but getting to know him amplified your feelings tenfold, you knew he wouldn’t look at you like that. You liked the comfort of having him as a friend too much to risk that relationship. That’s why you never acted on any of your emotions, no matter how infatuated you were with him. 

You would feel your cheeks getting red whenever he would compliment your outfit that day or when he tried your new recipe and gave you feedback. You guys often talked about desserts, it always ended up with him promising you that he would bring you one of Felix’s famous brownies. “They are literally the best thing I have ever eaten, like genuinely, I will bring you one the next time he makes them.” 

He ended up upholding that promise the second month you guys became friends. He looked you straight in the eyes while you took a bite. His eyes transfixed on you to see your reaction. “These are amazing, please ask him for the recipe for me,” you said with a grin and that was the first time he looked at you in a different light. 

For Minho, it was hard to talk to people, to open up with people he didn’t grow up with especially because he did not know if they had his best interest at heart. He was scared that people only liked him for his status, and was scared to make new connections. When he first met you, he was scared. Heejin had told him that he made a new friend whom he wanted him to meet. “She’s so sweet, and the embodiment of a homebody, so don’t worry she won’t say anything”

He put himself in what he called “idol mode” straight-faced and straight to the point, thinking that he would just say Hi to you, get some pudding, and leave with Heejin. What he did not anticipate was loving your personality, how you could listen to him for hours while still engaging with him, unafraid to ask questions. You didn’t use anything against him either, at first he was scared that you would tell dispatch about his stories, but it was quite the opposite, you guys trusted each other. 

You wouldn’t even bring up the stories he shared with you in front of Heejin, afraid that Minho had not already told Heejin.  That’s what got him to keep coming back to you every weekend. He thought of you as one of his close friends, someone he could confide in, that was until a night in the middle of February. The weather was cool and he had just come over, taking off his scarf, and could not find you. 

You rushed from the kitchen, flour on your face and apron, and that was when he knew he was whipped. He should have known it from the beginning, how you were slowly becoming his favorite person to confide in, but at that moment he knew he wanted more. He wanted to snuggle up next to you like you did with Harold. He wanted to bake with you and be there when you made the new recipes you showed him. He didn’t care about being an idol at that moment, walking towards you, and taking your face in his hand. 

“What are you doing?” you asked cocking your head to the side a bit. “What I should have done months ago,” he replied placing a kiss on your lips.

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

To Defy The Laws Of Tradition • Ground Hog’s Day • Too Many Puppies • Mr. Knowitall • Frizzle Fry • John The Fisherman • You Can’t Kill Michael Malloy • The Toys Go Winding Down • Pudding Time • Sathington Willoughby • Spegetti Western • Harold Of The Rocks • To Defy

Spotify ♪ Youtube

[writingkitten]

Re: silly asks . . . do you have any HCs for the boys re: their coffee orders, favorite meals, and/or alcohols of choice (if they imbibe)? I suppose I think about these sorts of things because feeding people is one of my love languages. (No pressure to answer if it isn't your jam!)

ALL THREE

Ricky: black coffee with cream; his mom’s enchiladas or my steak and potatoes; extra añejo tequila, neat

Robert: light roast with cream and brown sugar; pot roast; vodka (I think that’s canon too)

Harold: black with cream; beef wellington; Malbec

Otto: light roast with a hint of cream and sugar; salmon and asparagus; Moscato

Doc Ock: stale black coffee, probably cold; probably still salmon and asparagus; gin

Harding: light roast with a bit of cream; a nice roast; probably also gin tbh

Edelweiss: 10% coffee, 45% sugar, 45% cream; dinosaur nuggets; cotton candy flavored vodka

Chandler: dark roast with whole milk; really really rare steak, like bloody rare; bourbon

Big Boss: black coffee with whiskey; pork chops and au gratin potatoes; whiskey

Andres: dark roast with a hint of cayenne pepper (yes he likes spicy coffee); chilaquiles; reposado tequila

Boris: black coffee but with sweet cream and sugar; crumpets; Chardonnay

Dunlop: mocha; bangers and mash; champagne

Arden: hazelnut brew with soy milk; fish and chips; beer

Jim: black coffee; chicken pot pie; whiskey

Jimmy: black coffee with cream and sugar; a nice juicy hamburger; beer

Armand: dark roast with sweet cream; spaghetti bolognese; Merlot

Manuel: a rich dark roast with fresh cream; spaghetti with a creamy red sauce; red wine, probably Merlot

Maxim: dark roast plain; Yorkshire pudding; Cabernet

Hank: black coffee with sugar; either steak or a really thick, juicy hamburger; gin and tonic

Frank: dark roast plain; prime rib; straight vodka

Oswald: dark roast with sweet cream; shepherds pie; Pinot Noir

Dick: pistachio latte; lasagna; chocolate Irish cream

[silvereyedzoroark]

Okay this has taken me 3 days to complete, their are 56 characters in this pic, I will never draw this many characters ever again if I can help it (Unless someone pay me a fortune to draw this much)

But I'm happy that I did it! and got a chance to draw so many awesome OC's! it was verry hard trying to pic char's for this as their so many I wanted to include, but ended up just adding to the art attack hit list. Anyway I hope people enjoy this as much as I do ^_^

Characters List below

Luke the Lucario belongs to AdeanWolfDragon

Ace the Absol belongs to AdeanWolfDragon

Lucky the zubat belongs to Vanderdeer

Chickpea the torchic belongs to Vanderdeer

Kindling the Charizard belongs to @strange-werewolf

Lime Xatu belongs to @aquaspiderart

Haley the Minun belongs to xosxt

Adrien the Rattata belongs to @1apple-fox1

Beryl the cubone belongs to thatonefrogxd

Starburst the jolteon belongs to @smearglescribbles

Tommy the Charmander belongs to FunSizeMini

Ducan the girafarig belongs to internetjester

Josephine the Gengar belongs to ChickenFriedGhosts

Tsu the Serperior belongs to V3rdant

Fizz the Shinx belongs to PaperSpoons

Ilu the Eevee belongs to @strawberryjimjam

Dizzy the charmander belongs to ME

Charr the Charizard belongs to ChromoWish

Vinnie the Charmeleon belongs to YoshiLover1000

Marc the Meowstic belongs to S4ndwitch3s

Molly the Espurr belongs to ClownJuice

Aero the Latias belongs to @hiroshotreplica

Eternal Flower Shymin belongs to oddysie

Kaminari the Jolteon belongs to chooliw

Robin the Jotleon belongs to @cyansylv

Ray the Jotleon belongs to arborification

Pudding the jolteon belongs to @transdudedemyx

All-Star the Jolteon belongs to hamjam

Lexi the vaporeon belongs to Sondashlover280

Zane the Zangoose belongs to savijo

Speck the joltik belongs to @zombugz

Purloin belongs to @agdapl-arts

Lest-ithia the Kricketot belongs to Wanderwish

Vince the Umbreon belongs to SchwiftyBurito

Cody the Spinda belongs to @dizzaster-art

Clover the Spinda belongs to @dizzaster-art

Sorrel the treecko belongs to @shadowfloofster

Cosmos the dewgong belongs to H0RIMIYA

Spectre the Zorua belongs to BubblegumNightmare

Harold the Dwebble belongs to @bootleg-sara

Pasokoneko the joltik belongs to @sunfishwaffle

Thimble the Joltik belongs to @bugsthedragon

Spark the Joltik belongs to @darkcanid19

Bandit the joltik belongs to challopenjo

Myst the Zorua belongs to GlacialDusk

Topaz the Torchi belongs to @transdudedemyx

Zip the Raichu belongs to GrumpyCarno

Tegan the Bun belongs to @primarinite

Slithers the Ekans belongs to @kathrinakitty

Nimbus the Hoopa Quartet belongs to @terraterracotta290-blog

Simon the Gengar belongs to Grim_GrinningGhøst

Junior JR the Magnemite belongs to Snomelette

Netta the Shuppet belongs to SquishyKristiekyu

Mick the mienfoo belongs to terriblinkz

Lilly the Oddish belongs to @ask-mirai-and-friends

Azalea the Sprigatito belongs to ashamazing

[badhairedscoundrel]

MORE SOURCE MEMORIES FROM ME, A HAROLD HUTCHINS FICTIVE!

(ODDLY SPECIFIC ONES!)

-THERE WERE A FEW TIMES WHERE ID RANDOMLY FALL ASLEEP IF I WAS SLEEP DEPRIVED ENOUGH. USUALLY IN REALLY RANDOM PLACES LIKE UNDER TREES. ID ALWAYS WAKE UP IN GEORGES ROOM AND NEVER QUESTION IT. (ESPECIALLY AROUND WINTER TIME.)

-THERE WAS A PERIOD OF TIME WHERE I NEEDED A HEATING PAD SINCE I HAD HORRIBLE BLOOD CIRCULATION AND JUST COULD NOT HEAT UP.

i once drank an entire bag of pudding mix with milk added cuz i was thirsty and melvin cried.

(LESS SPECIFIC.)

SOMETIMES MY MOM WOULD MAKE COOKIES AND RANDOMLY MAKE ME BRING THEM TO THE TREEHOUSE.

I HAD THIS BLANKET IT HAD DOLPHINS ON IT AND IT WAS HEAVY IN TERMS OF BLANKET WEIGHT AND ID WRAP IT AROUND MYSELF ALL OF THE TIME. GEORGE STOLE IT THOUGH.

SOMETIMES JESSICA WOULD RANDOMLY SPRAY PRODUCT IN MY HAIR AND IT WOULD BE VERY CRUNCHY. IT WOULD ALSO OFTEN BURN MY EYES.

[the-empress-7]

He also claimed he was being treated as if he were 'delusional and paranoid' and I don't see anything wrong with it. Saying Rachel is Diana incarnate, naming your kids using George and QEll's nicknames and imagining they are the heirs to the throne and thinking you are Diana's only son is delusional indeed. As for being paranoid, sigh.. the proof is in the pudding Harold..

If the toilet bowl starts speaking to you, you're delusional mate.

[mceproductions]

How to do a reboot injustice. (What Rugrats 2021 Has Taught Everyone)

Hello once again.

I come back on before the 2nd decade of my annual countdown to revisit a popular entry I did.

6 years ago with the reboot wave cresting, I took a look at what I now realize was its peak (with Animaniacs close behind)

DuckTales (WooHoo!)

How it encapsulates the old with bringing in the new.

Yet the wave despite it cresting San Andreas style still kept going. Although we did get some other great continuations with the notables being ICarly, Doogie KameAloha, Queer Eye, and Twilight Zone 2019. There is one that manages to undo so much in a short period.

Rugrats aired from 1991-2004 with its spin-off All Grown Up going until 2008. In it we saw the babies learn the lessons of life while in their own world and mindset.

With 2 movies that saw the group expand and continue to grow.

But also a finale that just seemed more to fulfill a fanfic than tell what seemed to be building up as a well defined final chapter of a story.

No matter how much 4am pudding or baby doing what a baby has to do we got to see a crown jewel of Nickelodeon thrive.

Until being overtaken by a certain cleanup item from underwater that is now like the energizer bunny.

But here is where this twists. Like the aforementioned SpongeBob spinoffs Paramount+ decided to bring back the babies into the modern era of the 2020s.

Now the main 5. Tommy, Chuckie, Phil, Lil and Angelica keep the same traits and wonder that was prevalent all those years ago.

But our deep dive begins here as changes are made.

Beginning with the aging down of Susie Charmichael. Now no longer the foil of Angelica, she is placed into the playpen with the other 4 as she was intended to have been around the pickles since she was born. Sometimes this is good but she worked as a foil and wise older spirit, now she’s just another member.

Taking her place age wise is Kimi, and although Chas still dates Kira now Kimi is mainly thrown in where Susie once was.

But the big stuff comes with the parents. And surly enough has been said about a certain person who has been written off.

But Howard DeVille deserved better. Especially considering the original that had him meek but caring parental wise. Especially with Betty being the strong willed maternal figure for Phil and Lil.

Also prevalent is Grandpa Lou, who goes from Golden age veteran to Middle Aged spirit.

Even the normal traits of Stu and Didi seem more like box checking than homage to a classic.

There is only so much of a reboot that can be twisted before it actually starts to harm the original’s legacy.

And with Rugrats here that is the case.

Now is this a bad show. No the stories are still good. With the highlights being the recreations of classic moments in the preview shorts that came out before the release.

You have an iconic property that has been around 30 years and you just fit them into modern standards. When some were curious to know how those babies would have been if they had grown up into today.

Tommy being a director, Chuckie getting together with Susie and being a risk analyst. Phil doing his own Mike Rowe style look at Americana. Lil with her sense of determination inherited from her mom becoming an entrepreneur. Dil hosting his own podcast on SoundCloud and Spotify about the mundane and weird things in our world.

Even Angelica getting over her upbringing to become an important figure in the world with a loyal duo of Kimi and Harold by her side running her day to day operations. That would have been far more interesting to see.

More so if they continued to stay close and have a next generation of their own to have their own adventures like they once did.

All that we could see glimpses of here potential for something better but bogged down in 2 things that play large into calling this injustice.

Familiarity and modernization.

(Note I have no issues with characterization here I’m just pointing things out as I see them.)

And I’ll see you all in November for the countdown.

[manonamora-if-reviews]

Esther's by Brad and Alleson Buchanan

============= Links

Play the game See other reviews of the game See the source code of the game

============= Synopsis

At Esther's cafe your adorable host Served cheese to the mice when they wanted toast! That won't bother Harold's robust appetite, But Janie insists that the order's not right.

============= Other Info

Esther's is a short Twine (Snowman) interactive game, submitted to the 2022 Edition of the IFComp. It ranked 17th overall. AFAIK this is also the first piece of IF from both these authors.

Status: Completed Genre: Slice of Life, Children's Book

CW: none listed. Note: Rodents

============= Playthrough

First Played: 3-Oct-2022* Last Played: 22-May-2023 Playtime: around 5min Rating: 5 /5 Thoughts: A delightful brunch, even if cut short.

*I had reviewed the game during the IFComp in the Author's section (which was hidden to the public). I forgot to keep track of the notes I gave though... You can find the OG review under the cut.

============= Review

The game follows a couple of rodent having brunch at the eponymous Esther's, a fake restaurant manned by Ester, a little girl, as they try their best to communicate with the girl about their meal wish: mimosa and avocado toast.

Spoilers ahead. It is recommended to play the game first. The review is based on my understanding/reading of the story.

Harrold and Jaime, a cute mice couple have a weekly tradition: going to Esther's on Saturdays to have brunch, ordering avocado toast and mimosa. However, Jaime is tired of Esther messing their order every time, only serving cheese for the two mice. Today's about to change.

Through a series of choices, forming a puzzle to circumvent the communication issues between the mice and Esther. The girl not speaking squeak, the mice have to find other ways to get what they ordered.

While this might sound like a hassle, there is no way to fail the game, since the choices railroad you into getting that mimosa and that avocado toast (and the pudding for dessert!). As an adult playing this, it might not feel as entertaining to get pushed down a path, but the target audience seems to be for young children. This is also made extra obvious with the large BACK option on the left corner of the page, that one can undo actions at will.

With that in mind, the game is a delight! It is simple enough, with a distinctive tone, an illusion of agency for the player, wonderful illustrations one could find in Potter's or Dahl's books, and a tight little bow wrapping the story at the end.

Further than the gorgeous illustration, the formatting of the game is very reminiscing of children's literature, with the type-print font and the page-like formatting, the characters' names coloured according to their design, the little avocado indicating a potential action. It is a well-thought out and executed short game.

There is an extra at the end of the game, with snippets of behind-the-scenes, with the constructions of the paths to the different illustration drafts. It truly is the cherry on top of a well constructed and delicious cake.

The only downside of this game is its shortness. 5 min gives just a taste of how lovely the characters are, but leave you wanting more. You know those two mice would get into more shenanigans, and you really want to read more of it when the game ends...

This is worthy of a Sequel, at least, or a collection of mini adventures (if the authors ever decide to do so...)

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OG Review during the IFComp (where I over use the word delight)

Lil’ avocado :avocado: and an adorable kid. I know there are fluffy and cute IF games on the internet, but they seem to be hard to find. A lot of what I come across is very serious and dark. Esther’s is a delightful short piece where you try to help a couple of mouse have a nice brunch for once. It has a cute little puzzle, that ,while simple to solve, leaves you delightfully fulfilled by the end. Yes this game is very delightful and I will definitely overuse this word. The illustrations are very reminiscing of children’s book (the game is noted as being children’s litt), like the ones in Potter’s or Roald Dahl’s books. It fits the theme and tone so delightfully. Even the formatting of the text remind me of books I had when I was really small. My only complain is that the piece is too short. The story is compact and to the point. But I would love to go on more shenanigans with Harold and Janie. Is there a series of adventures with these two? I would play the heck out of 5min stories with those two. Overall, the game gave me warm feelings in my heart and leaving me wanting more.

Note: as a participant of the IFComp, I was sent a sheet of stickers with those illustrations too :P

Also found out I'm even on one of the author's website in the review list page, lol.

2022-10-03 Manonamora. I would play the heck out of 5min stories with those two.

[dramatixwillow]

Jerome horwitz (not) elementary

(Tetocu teen AU)

Chapter 1: “Sweet Tea”

Week 3 of being in “middle school”, which was actually Jerome horwitz expanded, Jerome horwitz now became a mix of an elementary school and a middle school, why? No idea. George and Harold were just looking around the place for some free time. They didn’t really have free time, their 3rd period teacher just fell asleep and the school had no hall monitors so they decided to sneak out.

“How many times have we walked around the school??” Asked Harold looking at George.

“Hmmmm.....I think about 3 times?” George replied scratching his head.

“And how many minutes left until 3rd period ends?” Asked Harold.

“I think about....wait, why are we doing math? We should be having fun instead of just walking around!” George said stopping.

“Your right!” Harold replied also stopping.

They both ran around the halls trying to find some things to make pranks with.

They searched and searched and found nothing.

“Ughhhh...we looked for two minutes and we haven’t found anything” Harold said annoyed.

“Yeah...and we can’t just go downstairs either to krupps office” Said George “We would have to make a good excuse to be downstairs”

“Maybe we can make up an excuse? We could just...try to find some ideas for an excuse?” Harold said actually thinking.

“Sure why not” George replied smiling.

They once again started roaming the halls trying to think of an excuse.

They searched for about 10 minutes and didn’t find anything.

And just as they were about to give up searching and go back to class they heard some shouting coming from the orchestra room.

They immediately ran to the orchestra room door listened to the conversation.

“YOU ARENT HOLDING THE INSTRUMENT CORRECTLY!!!!” Melvin shouted at Dressy.

“Ummm okay? What do you want me to do about it?” Dressy replied.

“HOLD. IT. CORRECTLY.” Melvin demanded.

“But holding the violin in this position in more comfortable.” Dressy said.

“Oh my god.....why didn’t you pick choir...and why did I pick orchestra...” Melvin grumbled facepalming.

“Because i need to give my voice a rest.” Dressy said calmly.

“AT LEAST HOLD THE INSTRUMENT CORRECTLY” Melvin shouted.

“Nah” dressy said grinning.

“HOLD. THE. INSTRUMENT. CORRECTLY. SWEET TEA.” Melvin shouted.

“......sweet tea? ARE YOU GIVING ME A COUPLE NICKNAME!? AWWWW MELVIN!!!” Dressy said happily.

“WAIT. NO NO NO. THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE AN INSULT!!!!!”Melvin said panicking.

George and Harold got an idea.

“You know what I’m thinking?” George asked.

“Never give dressy a cute nickname?” Harold replied.

“Yes, and we could use sweet tea as an excuse!” George said with a smile.

“How would we do that?” Harold asked raising an eyebrow.

“We can say that we slipped on a puddle of sweet tea and we fell down the stairs in the process! We could say we were badly hurt from the fall, we would be sent to the nurses office, and we could sneak out and roam the halls as we used to in 4th grade!” George replied.

“GENIUS!!” Harold said with sparkles in his eye.

They both giggled before going to sneak into the upstairs cafeteria.

There were no lunch ladies or staff in the cafeteria yet so this was the perfect opportunity to get sweet tea.

The snuck into the place where the food is usually hidden.

They began to search around for the sweet tea.

“Have you found it yet buddy?” George said looking through cartons of milk.

“No but I did find some pudding!” Harold said holding up two cups of chocolate pudding.

“Pudding break?” George asked.

“Sure” Harold replied.

After they ate the pudding they went to go search again.

“FOUND IT!!” George shouted holding a bottle of sweet tea.

“Let’s go put it out now!” Harold said

They went near the stairs and spilled some sweet tea.

As they were about to slip off they realized.

“Wait....are we actually going to get hurt??” Harold asked.

“Possibly. But it’s worth seeing the old school environment again.” George replied.

Then the gulped and purposely slipped on the puddle of sweet tea.

They screamed as they were falling down the stairs.

At last they hit the ground.

“That actually hurt-“ Harold said getting up and rubbing this head.

“Yea...but at least we made it downstairs!” George said.

They were both sent to the nurses office by a nearby staff.

But when the nurse wasn’t looking they snuck out and ran into Krupps office.

“KRUPP!!!” They both yelled.

“OH WE HAVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER TO SEE YOUR FACE IN PERSON AGAIN!!!” George said.

“HEY!! YOU TWO ARE SUPPOSED TO BE UPSTAIRS..WAIT- miss me??? Are you two okay-“ mr Krupp said in shock seeing both of them in the office without a warning.

“BETTER THAN OKAY. WE CAME HERE TO SEE YOU!!!” Harold said.

They both hugged Krupp.

“...........” Krupp looked shocked before getting his microphone “Nurse Igloo...I think we have two 6th graders who have definitely been dehydrated or have lost their minds, come get them. NOW!!!”

(AN: that’s the end for this chapter! And in case you ask me? Will there be any monsters or captain underpants in this story??? Yes there will, but not at the moment, I still need to create a monster and why they became a monster and what chapter they will appear in. But I hope you enjoyed!!)

[cloverzluck]

7 favourite peanuts characters

ok so by Order my top 7 r

1.pigpen

2.franklin

3.peggy jean

4.loretta

5.angel Harold

6.truffles

7.tapioca pudding

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[thisbluespirit]

Meme: Top 10 AO3 works vs Personal Top 10

I was tagged by @captain-aralias Thank you @captain-aralias! <3

Rules: List your "top 10" (or up to 10 if you haven't written that many) fics ranked by kudos on AO3. Are you surprised by what's most popular to your readers? Then, under a cut, provide your ranking of your personal top 10 fics (with explanations if you want!), and then tag a few fellow writers!

AO3 top 10 by kudos:

The Spirit of St Mary Mead (Miss Marple)

So We Meet at Last (Miss Marple/Dracula 1968)

it's the rain that will strengthen your soul (Star Wars Prequels)

Five Times the Doctor Got in the Way of Captain Janeway (and One Time They Got Along Just Fine) (DW/Star Trek: Voyager)

By the Book (Original)

Observation (Miss Marple)

We'll Burn That Barn When We Come To It (Hist RPF)

Not Bad For a First Attempt (Georgette Heyer)

Some With Arrows, Some With Traps (SW Prequels)

Dodging a Bullet (Doctor Who)

My own top 10.

A lot of these are fine as top stories, I think! Even if I think something is good, I don't trust that it is, if other people haven't said so. I mean, proof of the pudding is in the eating and all that. That said, there are definitely some random things that have got into this list.

(Dodging a Bullet has been pretty well unloved for YEARS, but looking at it it seems like maybe someone recced it last year somewhere or something? It suddenly had a bunch of bookmarks and has pushed out other things. Plus all the Star Wars ones have moved positions again.)

If I sort by comments, I think those are much better, so in no particular order:

The Spirit of St Mary Mead (Miss Marple yuletide fic, where Miss Marple is a Genius Loci, but it's still just canon. It was a great prompt, I think I wrote it fine, and it's top of my works by every measure, and there's no ship effect, so... who am I to argue?)

We'll Burn That Barn When We Come To It (William of Normandy/Harold AU in which the Battle of Hastings involves a lot more sheep and bees and a lot less people being killed. It's 'found texts' type fic, another Yuletide one, it was huge fun to write and it got a great response, so again, I'm not going to disagree!)

By the Book - I am SO happy and amazed this is on both lists. It was original fic written for Het Exchange (the tiniest exchange, lol!! XD) a few years back, for the prompt of Librarian/Demon she accidentally summoned. I got to use all my rl library knowledge and it, er, sort of stormed the exchange (it was VERY tiny, did I say?), and I would place it in my top ten, yes. I don't know how people still keep finding it, but I'm so delighted that they do, and they still like it.

it's the rain that will strengthen your soul - again, yes. This is a five times Padme Lives Obidala AU where they go on the run with the twins post RotS. It was another for an exchange (Space Swap, I think). I wrote it in mid lockdown, I buried myself in the Wookieepedia, and I was pleased with this one, and it's gradually got more love as the time has gone on, and I think it is a good fic; a very gentle story of healing that was probably a lot due to the times.

Okay, but there we diverge, because I think all of these are that bit better than the others in that list (which include at least 2 pieces of flash fic, one of which was written to cover a wrangling error I made long ago). Mind you, I think in some cases, it's because I Did The Research Dammit Appreciate This People, or because I plotted harder than usual, but most of these are or have been in top ten positions on AO3 as well:

(5) movements of the mind (Twelfth Night) - I wrote Shakespeare fic for Yuletide (about Feste & Olivia), and pulled it off. I had to watch TN a lot and then got 16th C jokes off the internet.

(6) Truth and Compromise (Discworld) - so old I hesitated a while over it, but I think I genuinely got the tone right (which is never easy for something like this) and I occasionally still read it myself if I want something to follow up The Truth with Wiliam/Sacharissa.

(7) Cul-de-Sac (No hawkers, traders, cold callers, canvassers or purveyors of religious knowledge) (Sapphire & Steel) - I've written a lot of S&S I'm really pleased with. It was hard to choose one (I do think I've done some good and unusual things for it), but this stands up and was very well liked.

(8) One Step Forward (Two Steps Back) (Jonathan Creek) It's very timey-wimey and I had to write accurate Maddy and Jonathan and be funny, and I do think I achieved all of the above, even if it took quite a while.

(9) Salt of the Earth (DW) I always include this one in my self-recs, but there's a reason. I still think it's good. It's about a very minor character, but it was one I'd wanted to write ever since I first watched Image of the Fendahl.

(10) i love the rose both red and white (Shadow of the Tower) Maybe this is another 'i did the research' one, but it's very obscure and still has done pretty well in my stats, so I don't think it's just me. But I did do the research, and I tried to push myself as to style for it as well, I think.

I do like Some With Arrows, Some With Traps, but it's another SW Obidala exchange fic, and it is very surprising that it's as high in kudos because it has never got many comments, and I just thought it wasn't much liked. But it has an OC droid and was as much 'SW fun adventure but Obidala canon divergence' as I could make it. (Still, I it's a short story that clearly in my head should have been 80k and never ever will be, so I think it's fair to swap it out for variety.)

I do not know what is with the Miss Marple thing. It just happened. (Those are pretty much my only Miss Marple stories! It's a rare fandom! It is a mystery.) It's pretty funny, though, and I will be sad if one day the ships beat Miss Marple from the lists!

Tagging (if wanted/not already tagged): @maryellencarter @pers-books @lurking-latinist @herawell @scarletmanuka @human-nxture @bunn1cula @foreignobjecticus @jurijurijurious

[dweemeister]

On Borrowed Time (1939)

As time marches on, certain names that were once synonymous with American drama lose their weight, even among film buffs. In the early twentieth century, the Barrymore siblings – Ethel, John, and Lionel – were celebrated on both Broadway and in Hollywood, each one making a successful transition from the silent era to synchronized sound. The eldest, Lionel, was born in 1878 and was a Hollywood elder statesman when he made 1939’s On Borrowed Time. Directed by Harold S. Bucquet and based on a 1938 play of the same name by Paul Osborn (itself based on a 1937 Lawrence Edward Watkin novel of the same name), On Borrowed Time is a star vehicle for the eldest Barrymore. By the late 1930s, Barrymore had broken his hip twice – never healing properly. As such, he remained wheelchair-bound for the remainder of his life. Physical disablement, even in modern Hollywood, often curtails acting careers. But Barrymore’s home studio, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM), often had their screenwriters find ways to incorporate Barrymore’s disability.

Lionel Barrymore was also in physical pain and depended on cocaine injections to work and sleep. However, this never affected his acting, as he delivers a wonderful lead performance in On Borrowed Time. Those less knowledgeable about this period in Hollywood history will probably only recognize his surname and the acting family he came from. Nowadays, most cinephiles probably only know of Lionel Barrymore through It’s a Wonderful Life (1946; Barrymore played the villainous Mr. Potter). Lionel Barrymore's role as the somewhat foul-mouthed but caring grandfather here offers something completely different.

Mr. Brink (Cedric Hardwicke) is hitchhiking somewhere near a small town in contemporary America. But he is not interested in riding with just anyone:

MAN IN CONVERTIBLE: May I give you a lift, sir? MR. BRINK: Thank you, no. I have an appointment – a lady and gentleman. MAN IN CONVERTIBLE: Oh, I’m sorry. [coughs] I thought you signaled me. MR. BRINK: No. Not yet...

As you may have guessed, Mr. Brink is a personification of death. A few minutes later, he flags down that lady and gentleman and takes their lives in a car accident. That couple are the parents of John “Pud” Northrup (Bobs Watson; best known as Pee Wee in 1938’s Boys Town), who will now live solely under the care of Gramps and Granny (Barrymore and Beulah Bondi) and their housemaid Marcia (Una Merkel). At the memorial service for Pud’s parents, Gramps donates a substantial sum to the church. After learning of Gramps’ generosity, Pud exclaims that his grandfather doing such a good deed should allow him a wish. Gramps’ wish: as a deterrence local children stealing his apples, he wishes that anyone who climbs up his apple tree will be stuck there until he permits them down. Some time later, Mr. Brink arrives at Northrup grandparent homestead for an appointment with Gramps. Gramps tricks Mr. Brink up the apple tree, trapping him there – setting off a series of developments that put Gramps in a moral bind.

In a cast already headlined by character actors, how about some more? On Borrowed Time also features Henry Travers (the guardian angel Clarence in It’s a Wonderful Life) and Nat Pendleton as neighbors, Grant Mitchell as Gramps’ lawyer, James Burke as the sheriff, Charles Waldron as the reverend, and an uncredited Hans Conried (Captain Hook and Mr. Darling in 1953’s Peter Pan) as the man in the convertible.

Elsewhere, away from the camera, one can’t find much of composer Franz Waxman’s (1935’s Bride of Frankenstein, 1951’s A Place in the Sun) string-dominated score anywhere, but this is one of Waxman’s finest scores of his early career.

The opening half-hour of On Borrowed Time are its weakest. Hardwicke’s Mr. Brink has an eerily charismatic first impression that the scenes immediately following it cannot hope to match. Instead of learning more about the nature of Mr. Brink, the film instead shows us some of Pud’s misadventures and his relationship with his grandparents. Strangely, the loss of his parents seems to have had little effect on Pud at all, although his sadness seems to emerge in his contentious relationships with the other local boys and Aunt Demetria (Eily Malyon). Aunt Demetria, shortly after the Northrup parents’ deaths, hatches a scheme to assume guardianship of Pud and attain access to his considerable inheritance. Her designs are so obvious to all that when Gramps and Pud start calling her a “pismire” (literally, a pissing ant), Granny looks the other way when she might otherwise correct their boorish behavior. All of this takes longer to develop than it should (it does not help that Bobs Watson’s performance as Pud feels disjointed, but more on that shortly), even if the opening act primarily serves to show us how close Pud is to his grandparents. Even though we sense where the dramatic stakes are headed, On Borrowed Time almost seems to splinter into another film before we see Mr. Brink again.

In addition, contemporary reviews of On Borrowed Time lambasted screenwriters Alice D.G. Miller (1929’s The Bridge of San Luis Rey) and Frank O’Neill (no other film credits) for sanitizing the language from the original stage play due to the demands of the Hays Code (the self-censorship code that applied to major Hollywood studios from 1934-1968, repealed in favor of the current MPA ratings system). For the record, the text of the stage play was not freely available as I was writing this piece, so I have no means of comparison. Paul Osborn’s On Borrowed Time has only appeared on Broadway thrice: the 1938 original production and short-lived revivals in 1953 and 1991. The play had also been adapted for radio and television.

Compared to those film reviewers during the film’s 1939 release and many modern writers, I tend to be more forgiving if the Hays Code-enforced changes to a film do not significantly alter the spirit of the text. Sure, it would be funnier to hear disparaging language stronger than “pismire” in a 1939 film, but Pud’s and Gramps’ feelings towards Aunt Demetria, the apple-stealing boys, and Mr. Brink are comprehensible in this movie.

The closing two acts of On Borrowed Time draw its strengths from the performances and the narrative’s adoption of fairy tale logic (any film beginning with death flagging down folks he has an “appointment” with is almost always operating under the terms of the fantasy genre). In tandem, Lionel Barrymore and Bobs Watson’s good-humored and loving rapport lift the film above its structural flaws. Barrymore’s Gramps – an American Civil War and Spanish-American War veteran* – is a classic small town curmudgeon, only allowing his bitter exterior to crumble when Granny and Pud are around. Looking to protect Pud from Aunt Demetria, Gramps remains defiant towards the wills of Mr. Brink and the insistent neighbors. Perhaps it is not the greatest Lionel Barrymore performance, but he is always effective.

Bobs Watson, as Pud, is inconsistent anytime he does not share the scene with Barrymore. The explanation for his performance comes from Watson himself: “My dad was the one that really directed me, and I think some of the directors resented it a little bit… I trusted my dad implicitly, so I read the dialogue the way he told me.” His father’s influence results in occasionally overcooked line readings against director Harold S. Bucquet’s vision (MGM’s Dr. Kildare series, 1943’s The Adventures of Tartu), more theatrical than what the scene calls for. But when the scene calls for crying, by golly can Watson (who had a reputation for crying on cue) deliver. And his scenes with Barrymore are beautifully acted, convincingly showing the audience the love between grandson and grandfather.

Sir Cedric Hardwicke, a noted Shakespearean actor, cuts no corners as Mr. Brink. Mr. Brink is aware that, in time, he will keep all his appointments. Hardwicke plays Brink as slightly menacing, always dignified (no one expects that perfect an English accent in rural America), and somewhat aloof to what he probably thinks are childish trivialities and life’s mundane moments. He is the antagonist, but in no way is he the villain of this movie. That belongs to Eily Malyon as Aunt Demetria, a character some compare to Margaret Hamilton’s Mrs. Gulch/Wicked Witch from The Wizard of Oz (1939; released a little more than a month after On Borrowed Time) due to her temperament and unbending nature. One wishes the film made more use of the always-underappreciated Beulah Bondi as Granny (Bondi very often played elderly mothers and grandmothers, almost always appearing much older than she actually was), too.

Death and loss are two themes currently popular in modern cinema (see: a vast bulk of Pixar’s filmography, 2016’s Manchester by the Sea, 2019’s The Farewell, and a large selection of pieces from any film festival worldwide), but in the early decades of talkies in Hollywood, you would be hard-pressed to find films in which those themes were truly central, not secondary, to the narrative. And when those themes do appear, they appear in the context of fantasy films, like Death Takes a Holiday (1934) and On Borrowed Time. Anecdotally, I suspect the scarcity of major Hollywood movies revolving around death and loss is partly due to the realities of the 1930s and 1940s. Audiences, concerned with a worldwide Great Depression and soon a Second World War, did not seek films ruminating about death and loss and sought escapist fare instead. There was enough despair to go around.

The film that emerges on the back of these performances is thanks to its ability not to concentrate on the fantastical situation the Gramps and Pud find themselves in, but to raise the moral questions that Mr. Brink’s presence – and eventual entrapment – poses. Mr. Brink’s time in the tree results in consequences that Gramps and Pud could not imagine. Gramps’ decision to delay his death for the love of his grandson is concurrently noble and selfish. It is noble in respect to wanting the best for Pud, so that he may live life away from his aunt’s icy attitude and pernicious designs regarding her nephew’s inheritance. But it is selfish in that, as Gramps learns, that Brink’s inability to make any appointments unless he comes down from the apple tree means that almost no living being can die (for spoiler reasons, I am not listing the exceptions here) – even the ones in physical pain. How is Gramps supposed to navigate this situation, in addition to the communal and legal pressures from his neighbors and the police?

A resolution comes abruptly, in a way that devastates Gramps (but would probably make the Brothers Grimm nod in appreciation). On Borrowed Time’s bittersweet ending is deserved, and – as long as the viewer accepts the film’s fantastical premise and rules – will play quite differently for audiences of different ages.

Lionel Barrymore had two daughters with Doris Rankin, his first wife. Barrymore and Rankin lost both daughters in their infancies; neither ever truly recovered from their losses. One wonders what Barrymore thought while making On Borrowed Time, a film that argues for one coming to terms with death, however unfair or untimely its arrival. For a 1939 release (a legendarily glorious year for American cinema), positioning such ideas as the film’s narrative keystone ensures On Borrowed Time a unique spot in the early years of Hollywood’s Golden Age.

My rating: 8/10

^ Based on my personal imdb rating. My interpretation of that ratings system can be found in the “Ratings system” page on my blog. Half-points are always rounded down.

* Gramps describes himself as having fought for the Union. This might make Gramps close to ninety years old, give or take, if we are to believe the film’s self-professed setting!

For more of my reviews tagged “My Movie Odyssey”, check out the tag of the same name on my blog.

NOTE: This is the 800th full-length Movie Odyssey review I have published on tumblr.

[writingkitten]

Desserts in general, but here we gooooooooo

Ricky: rebanadas de fresa con coco (basically strawberry pound cake topped with coconut)

Robert: Boston crème doughnut

Harold: Victoria sponge cake

Otto: tiramisu

Doc Ock: dark chocolate mousse

Harding: lemon tart

Edelweiss: funnel cake

Chandler: blood orange sorbet

Big Boss: dixies (kinda like a buttery blonde brownie)

Andres: borrachos

Boris: aberffraw biscuit

Dunlop: sticky toffee pudding

Arden: cheese danish

Jim: chocolate chip cookie

Jimmy: lemon bar

Armand: cinnamon roll

Manuel: Zeppole di San Giuseppe

Maxim: blackberry tart

Hank: baklava

Oswald: Yorkshire pudding

Dick: pumpkin bread

[personal-reporter]

L’atto di coraggio di John Fitzgerald Kennedy nella seconda guerra mondiale

Il 22 novembre 1963 venne assassinato a Dallas il presidente degli Stati Uniti John Fitzgerald Kennedy, uno dei più amati personaggi del secondo Novecento, che visse una vita davvero drammatica e ricca di avventura, come durante la seconda guerra mondiale nel Pacifico… John F. Kennedy, anche se aveva  seri problemi di salute alla schiena, grazie all’aiuto del capitano di vascello Alan Kirk, direttore dell’Ufficio dell’intelligence navale (ONI), che era stato addetto navale a Londra, quando suo padre, Joseph P. Kennedy, ne era stato l’ambasciatore, fu arruolato nella Marina statunitense e venne  nominato guardiamarina della Riserva nell’ottobre 1941, entrando a far parte dello staff dell’Office of Naval Intelligence.  In seguito Kennedy frequentò il corso di ufficiale di complemento con la Naval Reserve Officers Training School, presso la Northwestern University, da luglio a settembre 1942, e dopo la laurea fu assegnato al Motor Torpedo Boat Squadron Training Center di base in Rhode Island. In dicembre fu nominato comandante della motosilurante PT-101, appartenente al Motor Torpedo Boat Squadron Fourteen, schierata a Panama. Allo scoppio della seconda guerra mondiale, Kennedy fece domanda per essere assegnato in zona di operazioni e, il mese successivo, divenne parte dell’equipaggio del PT-109 nelle Isole Salomone. Nella notte del 2 agosto 1943, a motori spenti per non farsi intercettare, il giovane comandante della motosilurante PT-109 si trovò coinvolto in una missione di pattugliamento e interdizione nello stretto di Blackett, attraverso il passaggio Ferguson, lungo le rotte di rifornimento giapponese della rotta denominata in codice Tokio Express. Un rapporto dei servizi d’informazione aveva segnalato che cinque incrociatori nemici avrebbero fatto rotta quella notte dall’isola di Bougainville, attraverso lo stretto di Blackett, dirette a Vila, e le motosiluranti uscirono per intercettarli, sfruttando le ore notturne, ma durante la missione otto motosiluranti lanciarono 30 siluri senza riuscire a colpire nessun bersaglio. Inoltre, dall’esame degli ordini di operazione, non era stata nemmeno prevista una procedura di emergenza nel caso in cui uno dei PT fosse stato colpito, così le motosiluranti ricevettero l’ordine di lanciare i due siluri in dotazione e quindi rientrare alla base., così alla fine tre motosiluranti, PT-109,  PT-162 e PT-169, continuarono a pattugliare per intercettare il nemico. Verso le 2 di notte, il PT 109 spense il motore per evitare il rilevamento della scia da parte degli aerei giapponesi, ma si accorsero di trovarsi sulla rotta del cacciatorpediniere giapponese Amagiri, che stava rientrando a Rabaul. Il PT-169 lanciò due siluri contro l’Amagiri (che andarono a vuoto) il PT-162 non riuscì nemmeno a farli partire e si allontanò, mentre il PT 109 fu speronato dal cacciatorpediniere giapponese che procedeva ad oltre 23 nodi. Dopo che il PT-109 fu speronato, si generò una colonna di fuoco alta 30 metri, ed il carburante si riversò in mare, causando un incendio nelle acque circostanti e due marinai, Andrew Jackson Kirksey e Harold William Marney, perirono sul colpo ed altri due membri dell’equipaggio rimasero gravemente feriti e ustionati, cadendo nel mare in fiamme. Kennedy riuscì a salvare il  McMahon, il membro dell’equipaggio con le ferite più gravi, che includevano ustioni che coprivano il 70 percento del suo corpo, e lo portò  sulla prua che ancora galleggiava, poi si lanciò nuovamente in acqua salvandone altri due. Gli  undici sopravvissuti si aggrapparono alla sezione di prua del PT-109 per dodici ore mentre il relitto vagava alla deriva, dirigendosi verso sud. Verso le 13:00 del 2 agosto, lo scafo incominciò ad imbarcare acqua e Kennedy si rese conto che sarebbe presto affondato, così decise di nuotare verso la minuscola isola deserta di Plum Pudding, che gli uomini la chiamavano “Bird” Island a causa del guano che ricopriva i cespugli. Ci vollero quattro ore per raggiungere a nuoto l’isola, a circa tre miglia di distanza, tra correnti insidiose e la costante paura di essere attaccati dagli squali, attirati dal sangue dei feriti. L’isola aveva un diametro di soli 91 metri, e non forniva né cibo né acqua, così l’equipaggio si trascinò dietro la linea degli alberi per nascondersi dalle chiatte giapponesi, poi il 4 agosto si trasferirono, nuotando quasi quattro miglia, a sud dell’isola di Olasana, combattendo contro una forte corrente, dove cìerano noci di cocco mature, anche se non c’era acqua potabile. Il 5 agosto Kennedy e il guardiamarina Ros  nuotarono per un’ora fino all’isola di Naru, dove trovarono una canoa, pacchetti di cracker e caramelle ed un bidone da cinquanta galloni di acqua potabile lasciato dai giapponesi. Sull’isola di Olasana i due incontrarono degli osservatori melanesiani con cui Kenndy riuscì a scambiare poche parole e li convinse che erano americani, così gli indigeni portarono alcune patate dolci, verdure e sigarette dalla loro piroga e aiutarono l’equipaggio fino all’arrivo dei soccorsi, che avvenne due giorni dopo. Per il suo atto di coraggio, Kennedy fu insignito della Medaglia della Marina e del Corpo dei Marines per il salvataggio del suo equipaggio, ottenendo anche la Purple Heart per le ferite riportate in combattimento. In seguito Kennedy tornò negli Stati Uniti nel gennaio 1944, ma per i problemi alla schiena dovette ritirarsi dalla Riserva della Marina nel marzo 1945 con il grado di tenente di vascello. Ma Kennedy restò sempre legato alla Marina Statunitense e, nell’agosto del 1963, scrisse “Any man who may be asked in this century what he did to make his life worthwhile, I think can respond with a good deal of pride and satisfaction, ‘I served in the United States Navy,'” e la USN non lo dimenticò nominando una delle sue portaerei, CVN-79, con il suo nome. Read the full article