#sarah stubbs

[soovermyself]

[spaceagebachelormann]

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂. 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

♡ - fluff, ✿ - angst, ✧ - crack fic/random, ❁ - gn reader, ➺ - fem reader, ❍ - male reader

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𝖘𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖍 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖒𝖘

nothing yet.

𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖑𝖋

nothing yet.

𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖍𝖊𝖋𝖋𝖑𝖊𝖞.

nothing yet.

𝖛𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓.

nothing yet.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 (𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖆 𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖓).

nothing yet.

𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖆 𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖓.

nothing yet.

[runningfrom2am]

the sea around us; pt.2 chapter seven

Snowy saw no choice but to run- wondering if Rafe will ever understand that the pogues mean everything to her. JJ gets it though. JJ will always get it.

(jj maybank x f!oc)

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

wc: 1.8k

my masterlist, series masterlist, requests

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Sarah talked on the phone with Wheezie last night, I could tell she was just so happy to hear her sisters voice again. I thought about calling my sister too, but I didn't have as good of a reason as she did.

Wheezie told her that their dad was coming down to the Bahamas today, we assumed to move the gold- which Sarah already knew he would after the break in. She got Wheezie to text the phone she called with and give us details on when and how he was going to move it, and the security company that is going to help. It's our last chance to get it after our unsuccessful attempt to rob the empty house the previous night, which ended in all of us almost getting caught.

"We're on." Sarah nods, smiling a little as she sees the text from her sister and I watch over her shoulder, putting my arm around hers and squeezing her in excitement.

I look over at John B, who looks instantly hesitant. "Okay, I guess we're doing this." He says, nodding a little to himself. "Armed robbery, I mean I'm cool with it, but are you sure?" He asks her, glancing between the two of us.

Sarah steps away from me and shakes her head just slightly. "My entire life, Ward has always gotten what he wanted. Everyone jumps for him, and I thought it was respect; but now I realize that's fear."

She stares wide eyed at her boyfriend. "And, John B," she starts, walking over and sitting down across from him. "You know the one person who never jumped for him, was your dad. He wasn't like anyone I have ever met, because he wasn't scared of him. This is for him."

John B looks down at his lap for a moment, and I find myself reaching across my body to hold my other arm, rubbing the now very dirty skin up and down my forearm as I watch the two of them.

"And Sheriff Pete." Sarah continues. "And you, and me, and Snowy, and JJ, and our friends at home."

John B nods, agreement set deep in his brown eyes.

"Then let's do this!" JJ grins, walking up next to me and patting me on the back as he takes a bite out of an apple.

"Where did you get that?" I ask, laughing a little and looking up at him as he just gestures vaguely behind him.

"Over there, that tree." He grumbled through a mouthful of apple.

"Hopefully we don't have one man down with food poisoning, but I agree. Let's do this." I laugh, looking between the three of my friends.

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"The gold is here. At my dad's house." Sarah says, pointing to the house on a map we had on a computer screen while we lay out our final plans. "He's going to transport the gold from our house to a private air freight company located here."

Terrance is sitting next to her, watching closely as Cleo and Stubbs stand by the window behind them. JJ, John B and I are just watching from behind the desk, and I giggle and nudge JJ as he leans over the computer to try and peek at where Sarah is pointing.

"We need to intercept that gold before it ever gets on that plane." Sarah finishes, looking over at the man next to her as he starts to speak.

"Right, there's only two roads that'll take you there. We want to get him in these cane fields right here south of the airport," He points to another spot on the screen I can't see. "That's where we spring the trap."

I recall us going over this plan a million times in my head as we stand on the edge of a deserted road next to tall grass, the cane fields Terrance mentioned earlier. I'm pulled out of my constant repeating of the plan when he speaks to us again.

"They're gonna come from that direction." I watch where he's pointing down the windy road, nodding my understanding as John B uses some binoculars to look out. "Once Cleo and I get daddy on the ground, you four can take the gold."

"Cakewalk." JJ nods, leaning his elbow on my shoulder and putting some of his weight on me. It's only fair after how much he's had to carry me around these last few days.

"Red, are you okay to run over there? You kids are going to have to act real quick." Terrance says to me, and I find myself looking briefly up at JJ.

"I think so." I nod, shifting my weight from foot to foot to test the strength in my injured ankle. I feel a slight burn in it, but other than that it's fine. I'm not sure how I'll be running, though.

"I'll carry you. Like I said, I give a mean piggy back." JJ insists, ruffling my hair in the way he knows I hate.

"Well, whatever you guys decide, don't waste any time when we get him down. Red can wait here in the bushes if she must and we'll get you later." Terrance says. I just nod again. No way I'm going to slow us down on this one, maybe I should wait.

"How you go from livin' in Paradise Island to livin' in the street dodgin' coppa's?" Cleo asks Sarah as the three of us walk down a local street. Our goal is to find and set up our distraction long before Ward moves the gold.

"Fell in love." Sarah shrugs as she answers, making me laugh.

"Big mistake." Cleo replies. "Only got yourself to blame for that one."

"Yeah." Sarah says, squinting at the sun in her eyes.

"What about you, Red?" Cleo asks, turning to me.

"Uh, you know, I've got friends in low places. Myself included." I joke. "My parents kicked me out, then her dad tried to kill me. Twice. Then he killed someone else and blamed me and John B."

"Oh shit, so we're not just jackin' this gold for the money, huh?" Cleo laughs a little bit and me and Sarah both shake our heads. "Vengeance- I like it."

"To be fair, the gold is a nice bonus but I don't care so much about the money." I shrug in response.

"Me neither." Sarah agrees. "It's tearing my family apart, you know? I don't even know my dad anymore, or Rafe."

"Who?" Cleo asks.

"My brother. Her boyfriend." Sarah gestures to me as she speaks and Cleo's eyes widen.

"The plot thickens. You still with him? I thought JJ was your boy."

"Well, I don't really know. I can't imagine Rafe still wants that and JJ is here so.." I reply.

Sarah laughs a little at that. "His problem for not coming." She shrugs. I can't tell her that he begged me to stay.

I look up again as Terrance walks off, and Cleo pats me on the shoulder. "We've got this, guys." She says, smiling at us as she walks down towards the truck behind the older man. "And remember what I told you, girls."

Me and Sarah nod and share a look, remembering what she told us about not trusting captain T. He stays two steps ahead, so she says, so we'll stay three. We hope. Well, we'll try.

JJ gives her a salute as they slam the truck doors and drive off down the road a little bit. "What? What did she tell you?" JJ asks as soon as they're gone.

"Don't trust the captain." I tell him, looking up at him where he stands just next to me.

"Well, alright then." He says, nodding as he contemplates my statement. "Here, sit." He adds, sliding his hoodie off his shoulders and placing it on the ground behind me.

I smile and ignore how my cheeks heat up as I sit down on my makeshift blanket, waiting now for the sun to rise.

"What are we gonna do with all this gold, anyway?" Sarah asks after a few minutes of silence.

"I dunno." John B responds, picking apart a leave he pulled off a nearby plant. "Maybe get a new boat, pay some bills, get a good lawyer for my murder trial. Who knows?"

"I'm gonna pay my restitution, then travel the world, follow the wind, surf in every ocean and on the best waves in the world." JJ sighs, laying back next to me and crossing his arms behind his head. "What about you, Snow?"

I think about that for a second. I really don't know. My gut tells me to buy my family a new home, a nice one, on the cut, but that doesn't feel right. Maybe I should be a little more selfish with it, get a new car and take off and drive back to BC just to see it again. Just because I can. "I think I'll buy a van, like the Twinkie, and drive back up to BC. Just for fun."

"Can I come?" JJ asks and I nod, glancing over at him.

"BC has some great surfing spots, that's what I've heard." I smile.

"What about Rafe?" Sarah asks, and I avoid eye contact with JJ.

"Uh-"

"Who gives a shit about him?" JJ cuts me off, shuffling beside me.

"J, come on..." I sigh a little, covering my face with my hands and letting out a sigh.

"What? You're not together anymore anyways. I doubt he'll be your biggest fan if he finds out you stole half a billion dollars from his dad."

"I'm not talking about him right now." I shake my head. Silence falls over the four of us at that. I feel sick about the whole thing. I feel sick because I miss him, because I hurt him and I know that. Part of me hopes he'll forgive me, but I'm afraid that will only be at the cost of my friendship with JJ.

We all jump when the phone rings after a what must be a few minutes. "Are we moving?" John B answers, putting it on speaker immediately as we all sit up to listen.

"They got a truck and two defenders." Stubbs says, and I look nervously over at JJ who still looks tense. We figured Ward would hire security, but now it's feeling very real.

"But just my dad in the truck with the gold, right?" Sarah asks.

"It's two in the truck." He responds.

"Two?" John B mumbles, looking around at us confused.

"Rafe." Sarah mumbles.

"Rafe?" I repeat, my heart dropping into my stomach suddenly. JJ pushes himself up quickly and tries to pace to vent his frustration in the small opening we've made in the cornfield.

"It's gonna be fine, Snow." John B whispers to me.

"Two defenders, front and back." Stubbs continues as we all internally panic.

"Are they armed?" John B asks.

"To the teeth."

John B loads the gun he was given, looking out to the road while I try and bargain with the dread building in my gut about seeing Rafe again.

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[phoenix-joy]

Author & Timestamp: Margaret Talbot October 22, 2018 (almost 6 years old as of May 2, 2024)

Polychromy refers to "decoration in many colours, esp in architecture or sculpture". - Collins Dictionary. Extract of a much longer article (please note: I have shortened some sentences where possible and broken up some paragraphs by added spacing. I did this to try to make it a little easier for other neurodivergent people to read):

Researchers demonstrate the process of applying color to the Treu Head, from a Roman sculpture of a goddess, made in the second century A.D. Ancient sculptures were often painted with vibrant hair colors and skin tones. - Photograph by Mark Peckmezian for The New Yorker

For Abbe, [...] a professor of ancient art at the University of Georgia, the idea that the ancients disdained bright color “is the most common misconception about Western aesthetics in the history of Western art.” It is, he said, “a lie we all hold dear.”

[...]

[...] Marco Leona, who runs the scientific-research department at the Metropolitan Museum of Art [...] said, of polychromy, “It’s like the best-kept secret that’s not even a secret.”

Jan Stubbe Østergaard, a former curator at the Ny Carlsberg Glyptotek museum, in Copenhagen, and the founder of an international research network on polychromy, told me, “Saying you’ve seen these sculptures when you’ve seen only the white marble is comparable to somebody coming from the beach and saying they’ve seen a whale because there was a skeleton on the beach.”

[...]

[...] debate about ancient sculpture has taken on an unexpected moral and political urgency. [In 2017], a University of Iowa classics professor, Sarah Bond, published two essays [...] arguing that it was time we all accepted that ancient sculpture was not pure white—and neither were the people of the ancient world. One false notion, she said, had reinforced the other.

For classical scholars, it is a given that the Roman Empire—which, at its height, stretched from North Africa to Scotland—was ethnically diverse. In the Forbes essay, Bond notes, “Although Romans generally differentiated people on their cultural and ethnic background rather than the color of their skin, ancient sources do occasionally mention skin tone and artists tried to convey the color of their flesh.”

Depictions of darker skin can be seen on ancient vases, in small terra-cotta figures, and in the Fayum portraits, a remarkable trove of naturalistic paintings from the imperial Roman province of Egypt, which are among the few paintings on wood that survive from that period. These near-life-size portraits, which were painted on funerary objects, present their subjects with an array of skin tones, from olive green to deep brown, testifying to a complex intermingling of Greek, Roman, and local Egyptian populations. (The Fayum portraits have been widely dispersed among museums.)

Bond [had] been moved to write her essays when a racist group, Identity Evropa, started putting up posters on college campuses, including Iowa’s, that presented classical white marble statues as emblems of white nationalism. After the publication of her essays, she received a stream of hate messages online. She is not the only classicist who has been targeted by the so-called alt-right. Some white supremacists have been drawn to classical studies out of a desire to affirm what they imagine to be an unblemished lineage of white Western culture extending back to ancient Greece. When they are told that their understanding of classical history is flawed, they often get testy.

[In early 2018], the BBC and Netflix broadcast “Troy: Fall of a City,” a miniseries in which the Homeric hero Achilles is played by a British actor of Ghanaian descent. The casting decision elicited a backlash in right-wing publications. Online commenters insisted that the “real” Achilles was blond-haired and blue-eyed, and that someone with skin as dark as the actor’s surely would have been a slave.

It’s true that Homer describes the hair of Achilles as xanthos, a word often used to characterize objects that we would call yellow, but Achilles is [mythological], so imaginative license in casting seems perfectly acceptable. Moreover, several scholars explained online that, though ancient Greeks and Romans certainly noticed skin color, they did not practice systematic racism. They owned slaves, but this population was drawn from a wide range of conquered peoples, including Gauls and Germans.

Nor did the Greeks conceive of race the way we do. [...] Rebecca Futo Kennedy, a classicist at Denison University, who writes on race and ethnicity, told me, “Cold weather made you stupid but also courageous, so that was what people from the Far North were supposed to be like. And the people they called Ethiopians were thought of as very smart but cowardly. It comes out of the medical tradition [of the Hippocratic humours]. In the North, you have plenty of thick blood. Whereas, in the South, you’re being desiccated by the sun, and you have to think about how to conserve your blood.”

Pale skin on a woman was considered a sign of beauty and refinement, because it showed that she was privileged enough not to have to work outdoors. But a man with pale skin was considered unmasculine: bronzed skin was associated with the heroes who fought on battlefields and competed as athletes, naked, in amphitheatres.

[...] Tim Whitmarsh, a professor of Greek culture at the University of Cambridge, writes that the Greeks “would have been staggered” by the suggestion that they were “white.” Not only do our modern notions of race clash with the thinking of the ancient past; so do our terms for colors, as is clear to anyone who has tried to conceive what a “wine-dark sea” actually looked like.

[...]

On the website Pharos, which was founded [...] in part to counter white-supremacist interpretations of the ancient world, a recent essay notes, “Although there is a persistent, racist preference for lighter skin over darker skin in the contemporary world, the ancient Greeks considered darker skin” for men to be “more beautiful and a sign of physical and moral superiority.”

[In 2017], high-school students participating in a summer program at the RISD Museum, in Providence, were so fascinated to learn about polychromy in classical statuary that they made a coloring book allowing gallery visitors to create brightly hued versions of the objects on display.

Christina Alderman, who runs the program, told me, “The moment they found out that the statues were originally painted, I just lost them to that idea. They were, like, ‘Wait, are you serious? I’ve played video games set in ancient times, and all I see are white sculptures. I watch movies and that’s all I see.’ It was a real human response—they kind of felt they’d been lied to.”

A marble head of a deity wearing a Dionysiac fillet, from the first century A.D. Traces of red pigment remain on the lips, eyes, and fillet. Marco Leona, who runs the scientific-research department at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, said the fact that ancient statues were once painted is “like the best-kept secret that’s not even a secret.” - Courtesy Metropolitan Museum of Art

A bust of a young African boy, sculpted in the first century B.C. Ancient sculptures of African people were often made of basalt and painted with reddish-brown layers to create a lifelike effect. Mahogany-colored paint is still visible on the boy’s face. - Courtesy Museum für Kunst und Gewerbe Hamburg

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[I edited this blog post to provide a definition of polychromy and fix a couple of typos. - May 3, 2024]

[malloy-character-death-battle]

PRELIMANARIES

All preliminary teams only recieved 1 vote (sad), order and matchups determined by random generator. Non-malloy fans are encouraged to listen and vote! All polls will only be up 1 day due to my supermajor time crunch so propagandize fast!

Prologue (GC)/Pierre and Andrey (GC)

Vocalise (P)/The Private and Intimate Life of the House (GC)

Introdemo (DSM)/Sarah (CB)

Family Meeting (GQ)/Grendel's Death (B)

The Prelude (P)/Mountains (P)

Beautiful (O)/Charming (GC)

Starchild (GC)/Squeeze of my Hand (MD)

Glow (O)/ Needy (DSM)

Tchaikovsky's Child's Song (P)/ A Blue Polka Small Dress (TS)

Jesus (CB)/ Natalya (P)

Natasha Lost (GC)/ Stubb Kills a Whale (MD)

Abduction (GC)/ Subway (P)

The Sandwich (S)/ Loop (P)

@farasky @homoeroticdentalcare @revolutionary-georg @just-wanna-be-a-ghost @comet1812 @deltarunic @amaliatheartist @downton-not-downtown-smh @myplantatemyhomework @cyanid-apple @hooseiche @pixieberry992 @kiraistired @tumb1rozymandias

[officermaddie23]

The cohort against Afton swearing alignment chart

Says Fuck often

Millie Fitzsimmons (she tries not to say that word especially if Gregory is in the room because last thing she wants is him learning that word)

Greg (only says it when he’s pissed off or if someone mentions the animatronic dog Fetch)

Oscar (he usually says it when he Stubbs his toe)

Has sworn off saying fuck but has said it in the past

Sarah Trevor (unlike her uncle Terrance she tries to watch her mouth and not say any bad words)

Delilah (the bad word police)

Stanley (is also the bad word police)

Never has said fuck before would do so if desired

Hayden the green dragon

Funtime Starlow

Never has said fuck before and refuses to say it

Brooke “Harrison” Afton

Michael Afton

Legally cannot say fuck

Kasey

[dannyreviews]

Rolling Stone Magazine Top 200 Singers - The Omissions List

Once in awhile, I’ll do a music themed blog post and boy do I have a post for you. Rolling Stone Magazine opens 2023 with a list that no one asked for. Their 200 Singers list is an all time low for the once flourishing magazine. When you include auto-tuned singers like Billie Eilish, Taylor Swift, Beyonce, Ariana Grande, Lana Del Ray and dull as dishwater singers (again, my opinion) like Morrissey, Courtney Love, Michael Stipe, Bono, Bruce Springsteen and Eddie Vedder, you lose credibility in my book. Here are the singers of different backgrounds, genres, and vocalizations (in alphabetical order) that Rolling Stone failed to include on their inept list:

Jon Anderson

Julie Andrews

Paul Anka

Tina Arena

Charles Aznavour

Michael Ball

Jimmy Barnes

The Bee Gees (Barry, Maurice and Robin Gibb)

Pat Benatar

Tony Bennett

Andrea Bocelli

Jay Black

Colin Blunstone

Michael Bolton

Gary Brooker

Jack Bruce

Eric Burdon

Maria Callas

Eric Carmen

Paul Carrack

Enrico Caruso

Shirley Cesar

Peter Cetera

Eric Clapton

Petula Clark

Joe Cocker

Nat King Cole

Phil Collins

Perry Como

Burton Cummings

Bobby Darin

Sammy Davis Jr. 

Neil Diamond

Judith Durham

The Everly Brothers (Don and Phil)

John Farnham

Dan Fogelberg

Marie Fredriksson

Art Garfunkel

Judy Garland

Vince Gill

Ian Gillan

Lou Gramm

Daryl Hall

Johnny Hallyday

Morten Harket

George Harrison

Russell Hitchcock

Noddy Holder

Mick Hucknall

Billy Joel

Brian Johnson

Tom Jones

Eddie Kendricks

Carole King

Johnny Maestro

Steve Marriott

Dean Martin

Michael McDonald

Meat Loaf

Ethel Merman

Klaus Meine

Liza Minnelli

Jim Morrison

Anthony Newley

Harry Nilsson

Luciano Pavarotti

Gene Pitney

Leontyne Price

Maddy Prior

The Righteous Brothers (Bobby Hatfield and Bill Medley)

Paul Rodgers

Sam and Dave (Sam Moore and Dave Prater)

Neil Sedaka

Bon Scott

Beverly Sills

Carly Simon

Paul Simon

Levi Stubbs

James Taylor

Frankie Valli

Sarah Vaughan 

Anthony Warlow

Dionne Warwick

Ann Wilson

Carl Wilson

Steve Winwood

Robin Zander

[cmrosens]

#100HorrorMoviesIn92Days - Films 1-30

I'm doing the #100HorrorMoviesin92Days challenge and here are films 1-30 (watched since 1st Aug). I hope you find something on the list you like! The list is in release date order, oldest to most recent, but I'll do a post that groups the films by theme.

It’s that time of year again! And while I’m posting interviews from indie authors of all genres, I’m also watching some cool films that I thought I’d share with you all. If you’re new to the 100 Horror Movies in 92 Days challenge, it was started by Sarah Stubbs, a Letterboxd patron, and the rules are simple: aim to watch 100 new-to-you horror films between 1st Aug and 31st Oct. They must be…

[ao3feed-orphanblack]

Home To You

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/kn6DOLf by Delphines_puppy Cosima Niehaus vowed never to return to Bright Falls, leaving behind lonely childhood memories for a budding photography career in New York and a string of casual flings. However, when her estranged stepsister Rachel Duncan lures her back with a hefty paycheck to photograph her wedding, Cosima reluctantly heads back. She plans a quick visit but is intrigued by Delphine Cormier, Rachel's uptight friend. Despite Delphine’s reliance on a predictable life, raising her daughter alone and running a bookstore, Cosima's unexpected return shakes things up. Forced together during wedding preparations, Delphine finds herself drawn to Cosima’s charms, realizing she might not want to resist after all. Based on 'Delilah Green Doesn't Care' by Ashley Herring Blake. Words: 82699, Chapters: 26/32, Language: English Fandoms: Orphan Black (TV), Orphan Black: Echoes (TV 2023) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F Characters: Delphine Cormier, Cosima Niehaus, Rachel Duncan, Ethan Duncan, Susan Duncan, Shay Davydov, Vic Schmidt, Adele (Orphan Black), Aynsley Norris, Charlotte Bowles, Ferdinand Chevalier, Paul Dierden, Sarah Stubbs, Felix Dawkins, Cal Morrison, Sarah Manning, Krystal Goderitch, Henrik Johanssen, Mark Rollins Relationships: Delphine Cormier/Cosima Niehaus read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/kn6DOLf

[alexanderstubbs]

ARCHIVE

A reading list of texts selected by myself and collaborating artists Marcel Craven, Phoebe riley Law, A. E. Jones, Lisa Fielding-Smith, and Annie Luke-Turner, as part of Monday Musings.

Monday Musings was curated and facilitated by Alexander Stubbs and Sarah Pennington.

Held at Hull Artist Research Initiative (HARI) from 2022-2023.

[whitepolaris]

The Golden Lamb

by James A. Willis

A visit to the Golden Lamb in Lebanon, Ohio, is like stepping back in time. For more than, two hundred years this restaurant and inn has been offering guests and weary travelers warm beds, delicious food, and spirits-spirits of all sorts.

In 1803, Jonas Seaman, formerly of New Jersey, applied for a license to "keep a house of public entertainment" at his residence. Raised by a father who was an innkeeper, Seaman wanted to try his hand at the trade. The idea was to use his two-story log cabin as a place to offer fine food and lodging to those passing through the area. Seaman's wife, Martha, would handle the cooking duties.

Shortly after officially opening and for business, Seaman's luck took a turn for the better when, in 1805, the first courthouse in Lebanon was built right across the street from the inn. Soon after, Seaman's little tavern became the spot for everyone to meet for lunch. In or around 1815, the first brick structure (now the lobby) was added to the log house. To meet the demand for lodging rooms, a third floor was added in 1834.

A dizzying array of famous people visited the inn in the ensuring two centuries, including Mark Twain and Charles Dickens. Twelve Presidents-among them James Garfield, Martin Van Buren, and Ronald Reagan-also stopped by. And if the stories are to be believed, some guests still roam the halls to this day.

Little Sarah's Antics

The first ghost believed to have haunted the Golden Lamb is Judge Charles R. Sherman, the father of General William Techumseh Sherman. Judge Sherman died in the building in June 1829. Guests have reported seeing a tall, gaunt figure walking the halls at night or smelling pipe tobacco inside the building, a nonsmoking establishment.

The most famous ghost at the inn is nonetheless shrouded in mystery. Although rarely seen, she makes her presence known by moving objects around in rooms, knocking things off walls, or causing ruckuses of other sorts. Perhaps for this reason, people began to refer to the ghost of that of a little girl.

She was given the name of Sarah, after the niece of inn manager Isaac Stubbs, on the assumption that she could be the mischievous ghost. Of course, in the world of ghost lore, fact and fiction tend to intermingle, and in reality Sarah lived well into adulthood.

Another theory about the ghostly girl is that she actually Eliza Clay, the young daughter of Ohio statesman Henry Clay. Eliza died at the Golden Lamb from a fever in 1825. Local lore holds that her ghost first appeared after some of her effects were moved up to a fourth-floor room to be put on display. Apparently, the display wasn't to Eliza's liking and her ghost began moving items and "adjusting" photographs on the wall.

Today, the room is closed off to the public, although visitors to the fourth floor of the Golden Lam can peer through the Plexiglas window installed in the door to see if anything has moved inside the room. The legend of the ghost is also printed there for all to read. Confusingly, the room Eliza Clay is believed to haunt is called "Sarah's Room." Apt, perhaps. Because in the end, who knows?

Ohio's Oldest Hotel

In 1940, the Daughters of the American Revolution officially established the Golden Lamb as Ohio's oldest hotel. Today, the hotel that grew from a log cabin built in 1803 is on the National Historic Register, and the Ohio State Historical Society lists the Golden Lamb as Ohio's oldest continuous business. The current hotel boasts a dining area with over 450 seats and eighteen comfortable guest rooms.

Where the Golden Lamb comes from is unclear. An 1820s advertisement for the inn refers to the building as the Ohio and Pennsylvania Hotel at the Sign of the Golden Lamb, with the questions surrounding the name counting as a little mystery of its own.

[vm4vm0]

MK - CHEMICAL (Director's Cut) from AUBE PERRIE on Vimeo.

Written and directed by Aube Perrie Director of photography : Raphaël Vandenbussche Production : Wanda Productions Producer : Anis Gaiji, Paul Le Baron Line producer : Anis Gaiji Production coordinator : Chloé Goueilhé Production assistant : Carla Pommaret Commissioner : Elena Argiros Director’s rep : Mouthpiece / Claire Stubbs Art direction : Aube Perrie & Louise Mekylla Bachir Casting director : Marie Gervais Location manager : Damien Notin

Starring Jamel Elgharbi, Thea Carla Schøtt & Pauline Vernet

Animatronics, mask creation & special effects : Project supervisor : Guy Bonnel (Illumine Creations) Dog hair : Mélanie Gerbeau Mechatronics : Pascal Molina SFX assistant : Kazuhito Kimura

Production designer : Louise Mekylla Bachir Production designer assistant : Margot Carreca Set dressers : Elisa Gaches Dufresne, Madé Beau Construction manager : Remi Borgnon Rippers : Antoine Sayn, Evan Sarreira, Shana Sarreira, Alicia Contini

Costume designer : Maud Dupuy Costume designer assistants : France Hofnung & Louise Faillot   Hair & make-up artist : Jean Buisson-Ramey Hair & make-up assistant : Maya Chancelade   1st AD : Mathieu Perez 2nd AD: Lena Turlot 3rd AD : Sarah-Rebecca Bajavi   1st AC : Camille Autrive 2nd AC : Clémence Pittillioen 3rd AC : Juliette Le Bagousse

Gaffer : Paul Texier Electricians : Johan Van Der Voort, Théo Gély & Camille Benariac

Key grip : Lola Ruet Grips : Thibault David, Camille Conroy & William Sim

Sound recordist : Antoine Reiff

Runners : Léo Rodriguez, Bastien Rousseau, Jose Luiz Rodriguez & Christophe Moulet   Postproducer : Vanessa Koscianski Editor : Gwen Ghelid Editor assistant : Pierrick Maurice Colorist : Anne Szymkowiak VFX flame artist : Vincent Heine Mix & sound design : Kouz / Sylvain Pierre

Tattoo graphic design : Charles Chedal-Anglay & Samy Bortolato    Partners : Mouthpiece, Illumine Créations, Vantage, Cininter, Cinesyl, Hiventy, Cosmic Talents, Logifilm, La Rose

Music by MK

[runningfrom2am]

the sea around us; pt.2 chapter seven

Snowy saw no choice but to run- wondering if Rafe will ever understand that the pogues mean everything to her. JJ gets it though. JJ will always get it.

(jj maybank x f!oc)

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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Sarah talked on the phone with Wheezie last night, I could tell she was just so happy to hear her sisters voice again. I thought about calling my sister too, but I didn't have as good of a reason as she did.

Wheezie told her that their dad was coming down to the Bahamas today, we assumed to move the gold- which Sarah already knew he would after the break in. She got Wheezie to text the phone she called with and give us details on when and how he was going to move it, and the security company that is going to help. It's our last chance to get it after our unsuccessful attempt to rob the empty house the previous night, which ended in all of us almost getting caught.

"We're on." Sarah nods, smiling a little as she sees the text from her sister and I watch over her shoulder, putting my arm around hers and squeezing her in excitement.

I look over at John B, who looks instantly hesitant. "Okay, I guess we're doing this." He says, nodding a little to himself. "Armed robbery, I mean I'm cool with it, but are you sure?" He asks her, glancing between the two of us.

Sarah steps away from me and shakes her head just slightly. "My entire life, Ward has always gotten what he wanted. Everyone jumps for him, and I thought it was respect; but now I realize that's fear."

She stares wide eyed at her boyfriend. "And, John B," she starts, walking over and sitting down across from him. "You know the one person who never jumped for him, was your dad. He wasn't like anyone I have ever met, because he wasn't scared of him. This is for him."

John B looks down at his lap for a moment, and I find myself reaching across my body to hold my other arm, rubbing the now very dirty skin up and down my forearm as I watch the two of them.

"And Sheriff Pete." Sarah continues. "And you, and me, and Snowy, and JJ, and our friends at home."

John B nods, agreement set deep in his brown eyes.

"Then let's do this!" JJ grins, walking up next to me and patting me on the back as he takes a bite out of an apple.

"Where did you get that?" I ask, laughing a little and looking up at him as he just gestures vaguely behind him.

"Over there, that tree." He grumbled through a mouthful of apple.

"Hopefully we don't have one man down with food poisoning, but I agree. Let's do this." I laugh, looking between the three of my friends.

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"The gold is here. At my dad's house." Sarah says, pointing to the house on a map we had on a computer screen while we lay out our final plans. "He's going to transport the gold from our house to a private air freight company located here."

Terrance is sitting next to her, watching closely as Cleo and Stubbs stand by the window behind them. JJ, John B and I are just watching from behind the desk, and I giggle and nudge JJ as he leans over the computer to try and peek at where Sarah is pointing.

"We need to intercept that gold before it ever gets on that plane." Sarah finishes, looking over at the man next to her as he starts to speak.

"Right, there's only two roads that'll take you there. We want to get him in these cane fields right here south of the airport," He points to another spot on the screen I can't see. "That's where we spring the trap."

I recall us going over this plan a million times in my head as we stand on the edge of a deserted road next to tall grass, the cane fields Terrance mentioned earlier. I'm pulled out of my constant repeating of the plan when he speaks to us again.

"They're gonna come from that direction." I watch where he's pointing down the windy road, nodding my understanding as John B uses some binoculars to look out. "Once Cleo and I get daddy on the ground, you four can take the gold."

"Cakewalk." JJ nods, leaning his elbow on my shoulder and putting some of his weight on me. It's only fair after how much he's had to carry me around these last few days.

"Red, are you okay to run over there? You kids are going to have to act real quick." Terrance says to me, and I find myself looking briefly up at JJ.

"I think so." I nod, shifting my weight from foot to foot to test the strength in my injured ankle. I feel a slight burn in it, but other than that it's fine. I'm not sure how I'll be running, though.

"I'll carry you. Like I said, I give a mean piggy back." JJ insists, ruffling my hair in the way he knows I hate.

"Well, whatever you guys decide, don't waste any time when we get him down. Red can wait here in the bushes if she must and we'll get you later." Terrance says. I just nod again. No way I'm going to slow us down on this one, maybe I should wait.

"How you go from livin' in Paradise Island to livin' in the street dodgin' coppa's?" Cleo asks Sarah as the three of us walk down a local street. Our goal is to find and set up our distraction long before Ward moves the gold.

"Fell in love." Sarah shrugs as she answers, making me laugh.

"Big mistake." Cleo replies. "Only got yourself to blame for that one."

"Yeah." Sarah says, squinting at the sun in her eyes.

"What about you, Red?" Cleo asks, turning to me.

"Uh, you know, I've got friends in low places. Myself included." I joke. "My parents kicked me out, then her dad tried to kill me. Twice. Then he killed someone else and blamed me and John B."

"Oh shit, so we're not just jackin' this gold for the money, huh?" Cleo laughs a little bit and me and Sarah both shake our heads. "Vengeance- I like it."

"To be fair, the gold is a nice bonus but I don't care so much about the money." I shrug in response.

"Me neither." Sarah agrees. "It's tearing my family apart, you know? I don't even know my dad anymore, or Rafe."

"Who?" Cleo asks.

"My brother. Her boyfriend." Sarah gestures to me as she speaks and Cleo's eyes widen.

"The plot thickens. You still with him? I thought JJ was your boy."

"Well, I don't really know. I can't imagine Rafe still wants that and JJ is here so.." I reply.

Sarah laughs a little at that. "His problem for not coming." She shrugs. I can't tell her that he begged me to stay.

I look up again as Terrance walks off, and Cleo pats me on the shoulder. "We've got this, guys." She says, smiling at us as she walks down towards the truck behind the older man. "And remember what I told you, girls."

Me and Sarah nod and share a look, remembering what she told us about not trusting captain T. He stays two steps ahead, so she says, so we'll stay three. We hope. Well, we'll try.

JJ gives her a salute as they slam the truck doors and drive off down the road a little bit. "What? What did she tell you?" JJ asks as soon as they're gone.

"Don't trust the captain." I tell him, looking up at him where he stands just next to me.

"Well, alright then." He says, nodding as he contemplates my statement. "Here, sit." He adds, sliding his hoodie off his shoulders and placing it on the ground behind me.

I smile and ignore how my cheeks heat up as I sit down on my makeshift blanket, waiting now for the sun to rise.

"What are we gonna do with all this gold, anyway?" Sarah asks after a few minutes of silence.

"I dunno." John B responds, picking apart a leave he pulled off a nearby plant. "Maybe get a new boat, pay some bills, get a good lawyer for my murder trial. Who knows?"

"I'm gonna pay my restitution, then travel the world, follow the wind, surf in every ocean and on the best waves in the world." JJ sighs, laying back next to me and crossing his arms behind his head. "What about you, Snow?"

I think about that for a second. I really don't know. My gut tells me to buy my family a new home, a nice one, on the cut, but that doesn't feel right. Maybe I should be a little more selfish with it, get a new car and take off and drive back to BC just to see it again. Just because I can. "I think I'll buy a van, like the Twinkie, and drive back up to BC. Just for fun."

"Can I come?" JJ asks and I nod, glancing over at him.

"BC has some great surfing spots, that's what I've heard." I smile.

"What about Rafe?" Sarah asks, and I avoid eye contact with JJ.

"Uh-"

"Who gives a shit about him?" JJ cuts me off, shuffling beside me.

"J, come on..." I sigh a little, covering my face with my hands and letting out a sigh.

"What? You're not together anymore anyways. I doubt he'll be your biggest fan if he finds out you stole half a billion dollars from his dad."

"I'm not talking about him right now." I shake my head. Silence falls over the four of us at that. I feel sick about the whole thing. I feel sick because I miss him, because I hurt him and I know that. Part of me hopes he'll forgive me, but I'm afraid that will only be at the cost of my friendship with JJ.

We all jump when the phone rings after a what must be a few minutes. "Are we moving?" John B answers, putting it on speaker immediately as we all sit up to listen.

"They got a truck and two defenders." Stubbs says, and I look nervously over at JJ who still looks tense. We figured Ward would hire security, but now it's feeling very real.

"But just my dad in the truck with the gold, right?" Sarah asks.

"It's two in the truck." He responds.

"Two?" John B mumbles, looking around at us confused.

"Rafe." Sarah mumbles.

"Rafe?" I repeat, my heart dropping into my stomach suddenly. JJ pushes himself up quickly and tries to pace to vent his frustration in the small opening we've made in the cornfield.

"It's gonna be fine, Snow." John B whispers to me.

"Two defenders, front and back." Stubbs continues as we all internally panic.

"Are they armed?" John B asks.

"To the teeth."

John B loads the gun he was given, looking out to the road while I try and bargain with the dread building in my gut about seeing Rafe again.

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[malloy-character-death-battle]

Full tally of all submissions!

6 Votes

The First Symphony (Preludes)

Judas (Clown Bible)

5 Votes

The Pacific (Moby Dick)

No One Else (Great Comet)

4 Votes

Tango Dancer (Ghost Quartet)

Dust and Ashes (Great Comet)

Preparations (Great Comet)

3 Votes

Job (Clown Bible)

The DJ (Don’t Stop Me)

Hero (Ghost Quartet)

The Astronomer (Ghost Quartet)

Prayer (Ghost Quartet)

Usher Part 3 (Ghost Quartet)

Pierre and Anatole (Great Comet)

Letters (Great Comet)

Actually (Octet)

Little God (Octet)

2 Votes

Love this God of Mine (Clown Bible)

My Weird (Don’t Stop Me)

The Prize (Don’t Stop Me)

Usher Part 2 (Ghost Quartet)

The Photograph (Ghost Quartet)

Soldier and Rose (Ghost Quartet)

The Wind and Rain (Ghost Quartet)

Sonya Alone (Great Comet)

The Duel (Great Comet)

Pierre (Great Comet)

Natasha and the Bolkonskys (Great Comet)

The Great Comet of 1812 (Great Comet)

Pierre and Natasha (Great Comet)

Fugue State (Octet)

Solo (Octet)

Lilacs (Preludes)

1 Vote

Questions (Blue Wizard Black Wizard)

Grendel's Death (Beowulf)

Jesus (Clown Bible)

Sarah (Clown Bible)

Subtle (Don’t Stop Me)

Don’t Stop Me (Don’t Stop Me)

Needy (Don’t Stop Me)

Any Kind of Dead Person (Ghost Quartet)

Bad Men (Ghost Quartet)

Subway (Ghost Quartet)

Usher Part 1 (Ghost Quartet)

Family Meeting (Ghost Quartet)

Monk (Ghost Quartet)

Four Friends (Ghost Quartet)

Starchild (Ghost Quartet)

Charming (Great Comet)

In My House (Great Comet)

Prologue (Great Comet)

The Ball (Great Comet)

The Opera (Great Comet)

Pierre and Andrey (Great Comet)

The Abduction (Great Comet)

The Private and Intimate Life of the House (Great Comet)

A Call to Pierre (Great Comet)

Balaga (Great Comet)

Natasha Lost (Great Comet)

If He Were Here Now (Cut Song) (Great Comet)

Stubb Kills a Whale (Moby Dick)

Squeeze of my Hand (Moby Dick)

Beautiful (Octet)

Glow (Octet)

The Field (Octet)

Monster (Octet)

Loop (Preludes)

Mountains/2nd Concierto (Preludes)

Tchaikovsky’s Child’s Song (Preludes)

The Prelude (Preludes)

Your Day (Preludes)

Subway (Preludes)

Vocalise (Preludes)

Natalya (Preludes)

The Sandwich (Sandwich)

A Blue Polka Small Dress (The Sewers)

Malfunction Darkness (Space//Space)

[w-een]

Top songs from each Ween album

i think it's very fitting that this is the first anon ask ive gotten since 2018 lmfao this will be very long

gws (marble tulip juicy tree, nan, lmlyp, don't laugh, puffy cloud) / the pod (she fucks me, sorry charlie, oh my dear, don't sweat it) / pure guava (sarah, don't get 2 close, big jilm, poop ship, pumpin 4 the man, hey fat boy asshole) / chocolate & cheese (freedom of 76, roses are free, baby bitch, joppa road, what deaner was talking about, don't shit where you eat) / 12 golden country greats (you were the fool, piss up a rope, pretty girl, mister richard smoker) / mollusk (dancing in the show tonight, polka dot tail, waving my dick in the wind, buckingham green, the mollusk) / white pepper (ice castles, stroker ace, she's your baby, even if you don't) / quebec (chocolate town, the argus, if you could save yourself, zoloft), shinola (big fat fuck, boys club, i fell in love today, someday) / the friends ep (slow down boy prob) / la cucaracha (with my own bare hands).

bonus paintin the town brown (she fucks me) / stubbs (homo rainbow) / cat's cradle (bday boy and mango woman). all time favorite wash me down from the long beach island tape!

[sandy-stills]

Stubbs and Niehaus!