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[poetjonnyox]

I have canceled my subscription to modern times. -Jonny Ox #remington5 #jonnyox #moderntimes #typewriterpoetry #commonsense https://www.instagram.com/p/CbL27RGM_wT/?utm_medium=tumblr

[beerselfie]

#Repost @blackbeerd15 M O D E R N 🇺🇸 T I M E S I was on a @moderntimesbeer binge today @thegrowlerbar ; but, it can’t be IPAs all the time, so I finished the day with a 5oz pour of the outrageously spectacular ‘21 Monsters Park: Vanilla Bourbon Barrel-Aged Imperial Stout | 14.2% ABV from guess who? Yep. No surprise.🤣 Modern Times Beer [San Diego, CA] 🎤 drop 👊🏾🍺 #growlerbar #pflugerville #moderntimes #beerselfie #austin #texas #home #512 #iloveaustin #atx #craftbeer #stout #supportlocal #beer #craftbeeraustin #craftbeerlover @blackbeerd15 https://www.instagram.com/p/CWfLbdVrxff/?utm_medium=tumblr

[sincerlypadfoot]

Modern Time (Chapter Three)

~This one you got to use your imagination, I believe in you. But for a record, it’s really just Harry Potter in the modern world, enjoy because I know I will, much love. (It’ll be made where the last chapter took off, unless I state it, so prepare for some good cliffhangers)

Warning- 18+ Fanfic, Smut, Drinking, Smoking…. Don’t complain when you don’t like what you read when I stated <3

Word Count- 1.3K 

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Ash dragged George Weasley up stairs as every was quickly doing their own thing, her face felt red and she shook her head.

“Why are you in such a rush?” George asked as Ash pushed him into her room, shutting the door and standing infront look at him.

“Whatever happened last night, I don’t even wanna know, but,” Ash started to say, catching her breath. “We just were drunk, I can hardly remember a thing,” Her hands flew into her arm.

George walked forward, grabbing Ash’s arms and smiling. “Nothing happened love, we kissed, a lot, then I woke up and you weren’t beside me anymore,”

Ash guilt of relief filled in her stomach. “Oh good,” She leaned her head forward, falling on Georges chest. “You’re a pretty good kisser,” George bursted into laughter, Ash let out a few snickers shaking her head.

“Yeah well so are you, now come on before someone gets suspicion, I forgot my phone downstairs,”

George and Ash walked downstairs, everyone still sitting in the living room, Draco was laying flat on the couch, his eyes closed, Ash quickly spotter Neville and smiled.

“Ready for night two?” She asked sitting beside him, he was completely like a brother to Ash, and she was sure he had felt the same.

“For sure, how was your night last night?” Neville asked handing Ash a bottle of water and leaning on her shoulder.

Ash smiled, quickly looking over at George, they were best friends, not a chance she could catch feelings for him, neither he could catch feelings for him

“Good, slept like a baby, you?” Ash asked looking around the room again, Harry was on the phone, Ginny seemed to be laughing, well Hermione and Ron whispered in his ears, him repeating what they were saying into the phone.

“Guys i’ve done it!” Harry shouted falling off the couch and standing up. “We’re having the best party tonight, and i’ve invited some more people, Sirius’ idea,” 

I looked over at Sirius who laid on the couch on Remus lap, they seemed to be getting more along than anyone.

“Who’d you invite mate?” Fred asked leaning over the couch, he looked tired, rubbing his eyes.

Blaise sat up from the floor, looking around, he spotted Ash a smile then laid back down, listening to what Draco and Pansy were talking about.

“Some old friends from Hogwarts, Ginny and I are gonna go out for a couple things, Hermione you’re in charge of game,” Harry paused looking around the room, stopping and looked at Fred, George, Neville and I. “Can you guys clean up some of the rooms, whatever rooms you guys slept in,” He was now talking to everyone. “And i’m sure clean up a couple things,”

Harry and Ginny left the room hand in hand. Followed by Ron and Hermione.

“I think i’m gonna go shower, see you guys in a bit,” Ash smiled at Neville, grabbing her phone and helping herself up, she looked around the room, Blaise was still laying on the ground.

“Ash wait!” Ash turned around quickly looked at George who smiled standing at the doorway. 

“Yes George?” Ash asked placing her phone in her pocket and crossing her arms. She couldn’t help but smile.

“Nothing, nothing, I ugh forget, have a nice shower,” George turned around, walking back into the living room, Ash smiled shaking her head then walking herself up the stairs.

Ash shut her door smiling, then turned around and walked towards her dresser, taking out a nice black tank top and sweatpants.

She walked out of her room, across to the bathroom laid across the hall, stripping quickly and jumping into the hot shower. The water fell down her body, washing off the alcoholic stench from her.

The door quickly opened and closed, causing Ash to open her eyes, not saying a word for a minute.

“I am so sorry, but I needed my toothbrush,” Blaise apologize, not looking towards the shower, lucky the curtains were a baby blue, just enough so you’d only see a faint shadow.

“Yeah it’s fine,” Ash shook her head, running her fingers through her tangled up hair. “Who’d Harry invite, he say?”

“Just a couple friends, Lee Jordan I think, Cedric and Cho, not sure who else, but have a nice shower, sorry to interrupt,” Blaise let out a little laugh grabbing his toothbrush.

“No worries, just i’ll clean up my room when i’m done, you don’t have to worry about it,” Ash shut off the water, sticking her arm out and grabbing her towel.

“I’ll just get out, no worries,” Blaise walked out of the bathroom and Ash stepped out of the shower with her towel wrapped around her. She walked across the hall, locking her bedroom door and dropping her towel.

Ash tossed her black tank top on and roots pants, her hair just reaching to the middle of her back wet, bending her head forwards, she wrapped her towel around her hair, letting it dry.

“Oi can we borrow your speaker!” Fred asked banging on Ash’s door, then unlocking it with his wand and walking in.

“Yeah one minute,” Ash rolled her eyes, digging into her bag and pulling out a large speaker. “Don’t spill anyone on it please Freddie,” Ash turned around, tossing the speaker into Fred hands.

“I’ll bring it back, just as you gave it to me,” Fred walked out of the room, leaving Ash to finish drying her hair and getting ready for the chaos that was about to come tonight.

“Hey you got a hair brush?” Pansy asked walking into the room, slamming herself down onto Ash's bed.

“Yeah brought two, didn’t you bring one?” Ash asked walking to her shelf and taking her brush down.  

“Yeah did,” Pansy weakly said gently grabbing the brush from Ash and took down her rough sleep through ponytail. “Draco hogged it, then Crabbe who doesn’t even have enough hair to brush,”

The two girls bursted into laughter, Ash let her hair down loose, taking her other brush and gently untangling her notes.

“So Draco and I did it last night, for the millionth time,”

“Pansy stopppp!” Ash demanded smiling and covering her ears. “Mines worse,”

“Do tell Ash,” Pansy smirked getting up from the bed and placing the brush down back were Ash had picked it up from.

Ash grabbed her wand, placing it to her neck, causing Pansy to gasp with excitement.

“Who is the lucky chap!” Pansy shouted jumping towards Ash with a giant smile on her face.

“That is a secret,” Ash placed her wand back on her neck, copying the movement from Sirius and hiding the hickey once more.

“I’ve got a picture, memories you know,” Pansy turned her phone around, showing Ash the picture of the hickey on her neck.

“Pansy!” Ash dashed forward smiling trying to grab Pansys phone. “Don’t show anyone that, memories between only you and I,”

“And your mystery guy,” Pansy tucked locking her phone. “I promise it’ll stay between us, couldn’t do that to my best friend, I mean until you get married, then,”

Both girls erupted in laughter again, Ash shaking her head.

“I’ve got to go thought Ash, got to run to the store, see you tonight,” Pansy left the room, leaving Ash to lounge around, she looked around her room, her back was nearly still in tact, only her bathroom stuff had been taking out. Without knowing what to do Ash sat on her bed, taking her laptop out and sorting out some of her pictures from the night into a folder.

[beergeek-sola]

香りも味もコーヒーの感じがしてスゴい美味しい！ #stonebrewing #moderntimes #wizards&gargoyles #solabeer #beer #beerstagram #ビアスタグラマー #spiegelau #20210312 https://www.instagram.com/p/CMUiL_9FI1n/?igshid=6zs096flqz12

[infinitysisters]

By choosing a black actress to play the part of Anne Boleyn on a television series about the life of Henry VIII, the production company has, no doubt unwittingly, demonstrated how deeply entrenched racist attitudes are in Britain. The company is also bullying its audience in the name of its own supposed political enlightenment and moral superiority. When the audience sees the black Anne Boleyn, several contradictory things are required of it at once. It must suppress the thought that the part had been given to the actress simply, or largely, because she was black, and must affect to believe instead that she had been given the part because she was the actress best suited to it from the point of view of her acting ability. This, however, would be very difficult to believe: It would require that nowhere between Britain and the West Coast of America (where the actress lives) was there an actress as well, or better, suited to the part. My guess is that fifty actresses could be found who would do as well for the role, from the point of view of acting ability alone. It is demanded of the viewer that he disregard and even fail to notice altogether the obvious historical absurdity of the casting—for do not all human beings regardless of race partake, au fond, of the same human nature, if you prick them do they not bleed, if you tickle them do they not laugh, etc., and should you therefore not even notice superficial differences among them?—while at the same time the viewer must applaud the symbolic magnanimity and political virtue of the gesture of casting a black woman in the role, which requires that he notice it to the point of keeping it constantly in mind. Thus the viewer’s mind, which is unlikely to be able to resolve the contradictory responses demanded of him, will be made thoroughly uncomfortable. He will find it difficult to judge the performances and the production by the normal criteria of such judgment. Though he might have been disturbed by the historical absurdity, he will feel guilty if he acknowledges it to himself, therefore he must lie to himself, and (if he discusses it) to others. This captures the very essence of totalitarian propaganda, which achieves its end, insofar as it does achieve its end, by violating the mental probity of those at whom it is directed. And, of course, this violence is done in the name of some higher good or principle. Here, somewhat in the manner of Montaigne, let me put a seemingly contrary experience. I once saw a production of Macbeth in which the role of Macbeth was taken by a black actor, while the rest of the cast was white. This disconcerted me slightly at first, but the actor was so excellent—alas, I cannot remember his name, or that of any of the rest of the cast—that I soon overlooked it. In fact, he was the best Macbeth I have ever seen. It helped that the production was likewise excellent. This was now a good few years ago, and I daresay contemporary anti-racists would now find it sinister that a black actor should be cast in the role of a man who did such evil, though this thought didn’t even cross my mind or, I should imagine, that of any of the audience, which was highly appreciative of the performance. But to an anti-racist all things are racist, and everything is grist to his ideological mill. In productions of Shakespeare by the state-subsidized theater companies, the National Theatre and the Royal Shakespeare Company, there is often a gross disproportion between the number of black actors and actresses, often of no obviously outstanding talent, in the cast, and the proportion of black people in the population. This is another thing that one is supposed to notice and not notice at the same time. However, my point is this: that you would never know from these productions that the number of people of Indian subcontinental origin in Britain is far greater than the number of blacks, yet they scarcely appear on the stage. It might be said in reply that they have, proportionately, little interest in the stage, but this would make it only the more urgent that such as exist should be found and promoted. Surely a cadre of people of Indian descent, who number several millions in the population, could be found who were interested in appearing on the stage? But no strenuous effort appears to be made to recruit them—or, for that matter, Chinese, Vietnamese, Iranians, etc. Why not a Chinese or an Indian Anne Boleyn (admittedly there has recently been an Indian David Copperfield, but that is an exception)? The reason, I suspect (though I cannot prove), is this: that in their heart of hearts, the over-promoters of the black actors and actresses believe that, unlike Indians and Chinese, blacks require administrative and political assistance to succeed, in other words that they, the over-promoters, are deeply, if subliminally, imbued with racist notions. Racism is in many places, but not always where the anti-racists perceive it.

Theodore Dalrymple

[davemalan]

Mr Charlie Chaplin ⚙️🎥 #charliechaplin #moderntimes #illustration #portrait #portraitillustration https://www.instagram.com/p/CBDtUIsDp7f/?igshid=1jvgyur7aquw2

[gmshow]

Sketch ispirato a Paulette Goddard da ”Tempi Moderni”

[yogaexposure]

#Smile, though your heart is aching • Smile, even though it’s breaking When there are clouds in the sky you’ll get by • If you smile through your fear and sorrow • Smile and maybe tomorrow You’ll see the sun come shining through for you if you’ll just smile • Smiling in my #astavakrasana on @clesign_eco_art #yogamat, 📸 by @freemanyoga • #charliechaplin #moderntimes #yogaforhappiness #happiness #thepursuitofhappiness #victorchauyoga https://www.instagram.com/p/CBx5-C3jRrs/?igshid=5h7v0066prfk