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Throwback (2010) - Celebrities Recreate Iconic Covers for Ebony Magazine’s 65th Anniversary

To celebrate its 65th anniversary issue and icons of the past and present, EBONY magazine asked their favorite entertainers to pose in modern-day recreations of those covers for a one-of-a-kind look back at the past.

Featuring: Regina King (as Eartha Kitt), Mary J. Blige (as Diana Ross), Nia Long (as Dorothy Dandridge), John Legend (as Duke Ellington), Lamman Rucker (as Richard Roundtree), Taraji P. Henson (as Diahann Carroll), Blair Underwood (as Sidney Poitier), Jurnee Smollett (as Lena Horne), Usher Raymond (as Sammy Davis, Jr.), and Samuel L. Jackson (as Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.), among others.


Some Celebrated Children of Garth Greenhand

John the Oak, the First Knight, who brought chivalry to Westeros (a huge man, all agree, eight feet tall in some tales, ten or twelve feet tall in others, sired by Garth Greenhand on a giantess). His own descendants became the Oakhearts of Old Oak.

❀ Gilbert of the Vines, who taught the men of the Arbor to make sweet wine from the grapes that grew so fat and lush across their island, and who founded House Redwyne.

❀ Florys the Fox, the cleverest of Garth’s children, who kept three husbands, each ignorant of the existence of the others. (From their sons sprang House Florent, House Ball, and House Peake).

 Maris the Maid, the Most Fair, whose beauty was so renowned that fifty lords vied for her hand at the first tourney ever to be held in Westeros. (The victor was the Grey Giant, Argoth Stone-Skin, but Maris wed King Uthor of the High Tower before he could claim her, and Argoth spent the rest of his days raging outside the walls of Oldtown, roaring for his bride.)

 Foss the Archer, renowned for shooting apples off the head of any maid who took his fancy, from whom both the red apple and green apple Fossoways trace their descent.

Brandon of the Bloody Blade, who drove the giants from the Reach and warred against the children of the forest, slaying so many at Blue Lake that it has been known as Red Lake ever since.

Owen Oakenshield, who conquered the Shield Islands, driving the selkies and merlings back into the sea.

Harlon the Hunter and Herndon of the Horn, twin brothers who built their castle atop Horn Hill and took to wife the beautiful woods witch who dwelled there, sharing her favors for a hundred years (for the brothers did not age so long as they embraced her whenever the moon was full).

Bors the Breaker, who gained the strength of twenty men by drinking only bull’s blood, and founded House Bulwer of Blackcrown. (Some tales claim Bors drank so much bull’s blood he grew a pair of shiny black horns.)

Rose of Red Lake, a skinchanger, able to transform into a crane at will—a power some say still manifests from time to time in the women of House Crane, her descendants.

Ellyn Ever Sweet, the girl who loved honey so much she sought out the King of the Bees in his vast mountain hive and made a pact with him, to care for his children and his children’s children for all time. She was the first beekeeper, and the mother to House Beesbury.

Rowan Gold-Tree, who was so bereft when her lover left her for a rich rival that she wrapped an apple in her golden hair, planted it upon a hill, and grew a tree whose bark and leaves and fruit were gleaming yellow gold, and to whose daughters the Rowans of Goldengrove trace their roots.

“Cinderella Castle Mystery Tour” John Drury & Greg Paul, 1986

Today’s Disney castles tend to feature some kind of place of interest within them, whether it be a lavish restaurant, unique shopping or art exhibits. However, for 20 years, Tokyo Disneyland’s Cinderella Castle featured an expansive, (and dark!) walkthrough beneath it. Set up as a guided tour of the castle that is taken over by the forces of evil, guests traversed past Disney villains, dark dungeons, evil brutes and malicious mirrors, concluding with a showdown with the Horned King from The Black Cauldron. In Disney fashion, the villains are defeated and the mantra of “Good Conquers Evil” is declared. Upon its closure in 2006, the attraction was converted to Cinderella’s Fairy Tale Hall.

Art ©️Disney


Great Horned Owl (Bubo virginianusby John Harper

scriptedgem  asked:

Hi! I'm loving your fanfics <3 If you need ideas, why about first time Clarice and John say "I love you" to each other or something close to it *_* lol

(I hope this is okay for you!)

The blood pounded in Clarice’s ears, far louder and more ferocious than her shoes slamming down against the pavement. “Come on, come on!” She didn’t know if she spoke loud enough for anyone to hear, or if she was only urging herself on, past the threshold of what her body could take.

“Left!” She heard John’s voice from far behind her and followed his instructions without question. She turned to the left, down an alley, the dozen or so mutant kids between the two Underground fighters following her. She was leading them. She just hoped she wasn’t leading them into certain doom.

“Warehouse on the right!”

If she had any breath left, she would have said something witty about him being her own personal GPS, but instead she sucked in lungfuls of air and skidding to a halt. Gripping the metal handle to the door, she yanked it open and ushered the kids in. They all looked exhausted, terrified and yet accustomed to the fear. Her heart twinged as they brushed passed her into the dark.

Her emerald eyes met John’s briefly before he took her elbow and pulled her inside with him and closed the door in one fluid movement. “Are you okay?” he asked softly.

She gulped in more air and nodded and shrugged at the same time. “I’ll live.” She smiled at him weakly in the dim lighting. “Are you?”

He nodded too, though his looked a lot steadier and more assured than her own.

“What do we do now?” one of the kids asked. The lot of them were gathered together like a flock of ducklings, older ones hugging younger ones, sparks and flashes of unkempt power occasionally flickering but causing no damage.

“Go to the far left corner,” John told them, his voice somehow commanding and kind at the same time.

“Be careful of nails!” Clarice yelled after them as they started picking their way across in a stumbling, fast walk.

John grabbed her own arm when she tripped over a piece of something large on the floor, perfectly hidden in a shadow. “Are you sure you can do this?” he asked her, not letting go. He slid his hand down her arm and clasped her fingers in his.

“I have to.” Clarice blinked back tears. Tears from fear of failure, fear of getting caught, the fear of having all of those kids relying on her and she wasn’t even sure she was strong enough.

“Do you remember where you have to take them?”

She nodded. John had taken her there once. At least, as close as they could get to the building. She hadn’t been able to see inside, and it had been a brief visit. Her portals were getting stronger but this was bigger than anything she’d tried before.

“Keep going!” John urged, his voice echoing in the building. He pulled Clarice along with him and joined the kids in the dark corner.

This was it. Clarice rubbed her face with the sweaty cuffs of her sweater and braced herself for the big jump. John pushed some of the kids back a little with his arm as light sparked between her hands. She pictured the building she was sending the kids to. It was too dangerous to bring them back to the HQ. That would have been more feasible: she’d done it before and she’d spent enough time there to have a strong connection to the condemned bank.

This was totally different.

Closing her eyes, she concentrated and the portal grew. A foot wide, two feet wide, expanding beyond the reach of her hands. She grasped at the location and it slipped. Her portal flickered.

John looked cautiously over his shoulder, tilting his head to hear.

The kids huddled and whimpered.

The portal grew again, before it flickered. John turned back to her as she dropped her arms, sweat and tears mixing on her face.

“I can’t,” she shook her head. “It’s too far, I can’t.”

“Hey.” He stepped forward, blocking her view of the kids. His hands settled on her shoulders. “I know you can do this.”

Her eyes focused on nothing, her strength waining. “I don’t have a connection to the place I’m sending them,” she explained, her eyes sliding down to the concrete floor, grey and black.

“Clarice.” John’s hands moved to her face. “You can do this.”

She slowly looked up at him, meeting the intensity in his eyes, wishing his faith in her was enough. “How can you be so sure?” she asked, not caring as tears escaped her eyes. She was so tired, all she wanted to do was lie down for a moment and not have to worry about about a god damn thing.

“I love you.” No hesitation, just his hands on her face, his eyes and voice steady and strong.

She waited, searching his face, waiting for a “just kidding” as her heart exploded in her chest.

His thumbs brushed across her cheeks. “Clarice?”

She couldn’t stand around and process the explosion of emotions going on inside of her if she was going to get them out of here. She reached up to his wrists and squeezed before backing up toward the wall, keeping her eyes on him the whole time.

“Get ready,” she said, a portal sparking to life in between her hands.

A swell of power hit her like a physical force as it grew until it was over five feet tall, showing a dark, abandoned room on the other side.

“Go!” she yelled.

John nodded to one of the older kids. “Go, hurry. It’s safe!”

The kids moved slowly and then quickly, jumping through and clearing the way for others. John could hear Sentinel Services getting closer but they would all be gone within seconds.

The last kid went through and John followed them. A moment later, Clarice walked through her portal from the other side. She swayed a little with the exertion of power, but knew she’d be fine this time.

“I told you,” John said, voice light and proud as he walked toward her.

He touched her back and she turned around, not caring about the dozen of witnesses, and nearly collided with him. Their lips touched and her hand slid around the back of his neck, his hands quickly finding places to settle against her body. It was a kiss born of desperation and love and longing.


John cheated on Mary by texting another person behind her back.  Sherlock implies that he has done this, too.  He sometimes texts The Woman.  But, why would texting The Woman similar to what John did?  Why would that be cheating?  Because John is his de facto boyfriend, obviously.  

Here we’re being explicitly told that emotional involvement without physical intimacy is a romantic entanglement.  John and Sherlock are deeply emotionally involved.  Just like John cheated on Mary, Sherlock sometimes cheats on John with The Woman (by flirting with her).

This idea is reinforced by having John stand under, ‘the horns’, at Baker Street.  To, ‘put the horns’, on somebody means to cheat on them.