#Abbey Chase

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Leem Lubany as Belour Hamzad / Abbey Chase THE OLD MAN (2022 - ) Season 1, Episode 1 dir. Jon Watts written by Jonathan E. Steinberg & Robert Levine

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Inktober Day 12: Abbey Chase from Danger Girl

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Danger Girl Viva Las Danger #1 (January 2004) by Wilstorm / DC Comics

Written by Andy Hartnell and J. Scott Campbell, drawn by Phil Noto.

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Abbey Chase by J. Scott Campbell.

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The awesome J Scott Campbell art of Danger Girl #7!

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Danger Girl (Abbey Chase)

by Jeff Scott Campbell

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THE LADIES, FACES, & ANTAGONISTS OF COBRA COMMAND -- HAIL COBRA!

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on the Baroness, Destro, and Abbey Chase, Agent of COBRA (in her finest "Lady Destro" costume, no less) -- Opening splash page to "Danger Girl/G.I. Joe" Vol. 1 #3. September, 2012. IDW Publishing.

Resolution from largest to smallest: 1600x2460, 1332x2048, & 1002x1632.

Story: Andy Hartnell

Pencils: John Royle

Inks: Philip Moy

Colors: Romulo Fajardo, Jr.

Letters: Neil Uyetake

Sources: http://notahoaxnotadream.blogspot.com/2013/12/danger-girlgi-joe.html & Pinterest.

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My second piece for the Rescue Bots Zine hosted by @turbofox-zines!

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Run Goodey run!

I have made a video of, well, Matthew Goode running. There is rather a lot of it, so understandably he is rather tired by the end of it.

[davidtennantgenderenvy]

My ten most “literally me” characters

Feel free to comment what this says about me or smth I guess

I tag: @alwaysleadstoyou, @justagingerwithredhair, @megthemighty, @flyingfluse, and @abeehiltz1159!

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Percy(sighs): How you hate to be wrong... Annabeth: I wouldn't know. I'm not familiar with the sensation.

[geraldofallon]

Fallen London Travel Guide:

Sisterhood’s Convent on Abbey Rock

A black spit of an island, far from anywhere anyone would want to go. And that's how the Sisterhood likes it. Here stands their fortress-convent. There are bear-traps that look friendlier than this.

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idk if i would refer to tempus as "my fella" but like. i appreciate it

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i’m loving the casting for the younger version of the characters in the old man

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Watch: Noel Gallagher and the High Flying Birds at Abbey Road

Back in July, Noel and the group were due for a few tasks at the famous Fab Four studio, Abbey Road. While there, they filmed the music video for the single, "Open the Door, See What You Find".

Two and possibly more performances were also recorded, which are below:

Going Nowhere

The Masterplan

Noel was also interviewed for his time there at the studio. Which you can also check out here.

The performance and interview are inadvertently in recognition for the release of repackaged, remastered and re-released B-sides compilation, THE MASTERPLAN which recently celebrated its 25th anniversary.

You can purchase the 25th anniversary reissue of THE MASTERPLAN here.

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Muse

Jane had loved the smell of her university dark room back in her student days. What had started out as a means of filling the time and giving her a plausible excuse to forego social events back in freshman year had developed into a passion. A means of capturing a moment in time and instilling it permanently in film to be revisited at whim. Her flatmate Donna had once accused her of preferring her stills to the people captured within them. It wasn't entirely true.

People were confounding and endlessly confusing. She didn't know how to navigate social situations, always misconstruing or just missing social cues entirely. The stories people told outright were rarely the whole thing. It was akin to being given the cliff notes and being asked to rewrite the chapters from them, you were bound to miss the details and the nuance. It was frustrating in a way that photography wasn't.

People didn't expect her to talk behind a camera much more than to simply direct them and that was something she excelled at. She knew how to get what she wanted from people, always cutting to the core of the matter, no patience for skirting around it.

She rarely entertained regrets. If she hadn't gone after something there was a reason for it. And yet there was one woman who plagued her as of late. Rose Tyler, her current muse. The young woman had modelled for her on numerous occasions now and yet with every opportunity presented to her, Jane still had not plucked up the courage to say more to her than the usual directions she gave all those that stepped in front of her lens.

But there was something different about the blonde. Something that urged her to speak to the ethereal woman. Something that itched to put hands to her skin and maneuver her as if she was clay to mold rather than a subject to instruct. Something that beckoned her closer and had time running away from her. With every urge came the certainty that she should keep her distance. Very few people could tolerate her 'eccentricities' and Rose was a work colleague. She'd never had trouble separating work from the rest of her life before and yet...

She was brought out of her thoughts by a laugh.

"You look so lost in thought that I'd be offended if you didn't keep calling me back for each new idea of yours." Rose teased, tongue between teeth in a smile that demanded to be captured on film. Jane resisted the temptation as always.

"Sorry." She replied sheepishly.

Rose hummed, "Ya know I thought you'd be chattier."

"What makes you say that?" Jane fought to keep the sharp tone out of her voice, fiddling with her camera as a distraction.

"You know my mate Jack. He said you had philosophy together one semester in uni, and it was only a semester because you got into a debate about theology with the lecturer before switching course."

Jane flushed red at the reminder, "That was a long time ago." Though they had remained friends since then despite how obnoxious she found the man at times he was always there to bail her out when she needed.

"Maybe." Rose conceded, but only for a moment. "But my mum cuts your friend Donna's hair and she has plenty to say about her 'spaceman' friend."

Jane rolled her eyes at the familiar nickname. Donna had frequently referred to her as a 'space case' but the real nail in the coffin for that nickname had been the astronomy class she'd taken after dropping philosophy and promptly fallen in love with. Donna's left eye still twitched when she mentioned certain comets.

"Donna's a gossip."

"So's my mum." Rose grinned.

"Tilt your head back."

Rose did as told. She was brilliant like that. She needed very little instruction to understand exactly what Jane was envisioning. It was as though she had insight into her psyche, which was a frankly terrifying thought considering how the other woman occupied it.

Rose waited for the shutter of the camera before groaning.

"Come on. You can't detest me that much if you keep having me back yet you barely ever say a word to me that isn't completely perfunctory." She pouted.

Jane snapped another photo with a glare in retaliation but that only caused the pout to fall away to make room for another smile.

"I bet you ten quid I'm not the worst company in the world."

"You're friends with Jack, that doesn't exactly inspire confidence."

Rose shrugged, "He came to my rescue on a drunk night out gone horribly wrong a few years ago."

That sounded like Jack alright, there was probably flirting involved, she thought bitterly. "What happened?"

"Ex-boyfriend drama." She shrugged looking the most somber Jane had ever seen her. "Apparently restraining orders didn't mean much to him. Go figure." She gave a wry smile then.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's over and I gained a Jack from it."

"I suppose he's not the worst." Jane conceded, fiddling with the light settings.

"I'm telling him you said that, he'll be thrilled."

Jane groaned, "Ugh his ego is bad enough as is."

"Tell me something about yourself instead and I won't." She bargained.

Jane cocked an eyebrow, "Really?"

"Mhmm, the secondhand stories are all well and good but I'd rather learn something from the source."

"Why the interest?"

"Because you're cute." Jane flushed causing Rose to laugh. "And because maybe you're not the only one with a muse."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jane frowned.

"Uh uh, I only offer information in exchange for information."

"We're trading in secrets now?"

"Absolutely."

Jane fiddled with her camera strap as she considered her options. She wasn't sure exactly what to tell the other woman, there wasn't anything that seemed consequential enough for this exchange of secrets.

"I wanted to travel." She started, the answer suddenly coming to her. "I felt suffocated growing up, never quite good enough for the life that had been laid out for me. I tried my hand at half a dozen courses at uni trying to find my place before realising that I just wanted to get away. Photography allowed me that freedom."

Rose smiled softly at the answer, "I'm in art school. I dropped out of college as a teen to live with a guy who I thought was the love of my life but turned out to be an awful mistake. I did some nude modelling alongside other part time work to pay for rent and things, after things ended and realised that I wanted to go back and get my degree. You've shown up on a few of my sketchbook pages."

There was a moment of silence as the two women regarded each other seeing the other in a new light now. The moment was shattered when Jane unwittingly snapped another picture.

"Do you want to see? Seems only fair, you've shown me your work of me, about time I returned the favour."

"Lead the way Rose Tyler." Jane grinned.