#Arian Andrews

[kelvingemstone]

jeremy strong and arian moayed could do the social network and jesse eisenberg and andrew garfield could do succession and jeremy strong and arian moayed could do jennifer's body and amanda seyfried and megan fox could do succession btw. if you even care

[rawsmackdownnxtdivas]

Ariane Andrew 💋

[thatsouthernstate]

Andrew Scott with Julia Garner, Arian Moayed, Barry Keoghan, Kaia Gerber, and Ayo Edebiri

W Magazine’s Best Performances Party at the Chateau Marmont — January 5, 2024. Photographs by Saskia Lawaks and Roger Kisby.

[totheidiot]

why the 1830s. out of all the decades you can be quirky about, why the 1830s. genuine question btw.

[andrew-buchan-fansite]

Andrew and actor Arian Nik interviewed on BBC Breakfast ahead of Passenger premiere Sunday 24 March 2024 on ITV.

[samixayn]

naomi unseen photos 1/6

[k-star-holic]

Clash of the Titans, a 19-year-old college student, was terrified before boarding, and James Ariane Andrew warned of a tragedy similar to Titanic II.

[newcaptainofsquad9]

Black Women excellence

Greatest African American Women Wrestlers of the WWE

credit: cacan_art(instagram)

[quirkycatsfatstacks]

Review: Sensory: Life on the Spectrum

Review: Sensory: Life on the Spectrum

Editor: Schnumn and Bex OllertonAuthors/Artists: Emma O’Friel, Arian Sebastian Farzad, Laila Ahamad, Suzanne Wdowik, Chloe F. McKay, Allie, Alice Williams, Matt Crane, Buddy O. Baker, Dean McColl, Noel Fox, Bex Ollerton, Jo Svensson, Rhia May-Byrd, Angelina Eddins, Charlie Watts, Almond, Dominique Morris, Micaela Wainstein, Mell Stansel, Jinx Peregine, Alicia Wdderburn-Graham, Ash Ortiz, Reloaxa,…

[snoppy]

arian moayed & jeremy strong / jesse eisenberg & andrew garfield

[rawsmackdownnxtdivas]

Ariane Andrew 💞

[jwi-sys-resources]

Hii so,, we have a new Atsushi nakajima (bsd) fictive i think

If you could, could you please suggest some names and pronouns for them? No worries if not!!!

Since there are many different things we associate with Atsushi, we have multiple themes to choose from! These include names with the colors white and silver in the meaning, names that mean "courageous" and "protecting", as well as some cat themed names! There is also a mix of masculine, feminine, and neutral names as usual.

White/Silver Themed Names

Ivory, Jenna, Gwen, Silver, Caelyn, Venn, Gavin, Finn, Finley, Colin, Arian, Aria, Gin, Argent

Names Meaning "Courage" or "Protector"

Andrew, Archie, Ethan, Matilda, Audrey, Harvey, Griffin, Ezekiel, Valerie, Drew, Merrick, Valentine, Marcella, Andrea, Andre, Mildred, Briana, Ray, Liam, Alexander, Alexis, Alister, Ansel, Casey

Cat Themed Names

Calico, Felina, Feline, Jaguar, Bengal, Kat, Leo, Luna, Artemis (Sailor Moon), Lynx, Midnight, Felix, Milo, Sylvester, Marie, Burlioz, Toulouse (Aristocats trio <3), Callie

[16-04-16-daily]

Statement 0240728-C of the Assistant

The following is the written transcript of the recorded Statement 0240728-C of Dr Arian Baumfield, the assistant to the late Dr Apollo Cadence of Mary Bell Medical Facilities. This statement is regarding the domicile of one Dr Andrew Sandgrass, better known as "Unpaid MBRA Intern 2012". I begin.

STATEMENT A

STATEMENT B

[As the tape recorder clicks on, the assistant gives a sigh and walks over to the light switch. It gives a click, and the house is illuminated.]

Hello? Anyone here. [Silence] I find myself inside the house. My apologies to Dr Sandgrass but I find it to be rather pallid and not very lively. Well, I suppose he is unpaid and not one who possesses a lot of wealth. Yet, he does own a house in an acceptable neighbourhood and if he does not have any income at all, it seems surprising that he could own something like this. Perhaps he has an inheritance? His employment papers do not have much detail about his family so I cannot be sure.

I am standing on the foyer and from here, I can see two doors, though I suspect that there may be more if I venture further. His front door opens to his living room-cum-kitchen. His interior design appears to be austere but again, it could be for the lack of material wealth. Everything is in varying shades of gray, white, and brown — there, however, is a pop of color on the paintings he owns. Across his walls are several paintings, aligned neatly, all with various colors. They are all depicting various scenery and landscapes. They are rather pretty and very well-made.

I walk to the living room. A cream-colored six-seater sofa takes most of the space of the living room. Upon closer inspection, I notice that only one seat looks as if it is sat on often. The other seats look untouched. I suspect that he must not have many visitors over. In front of the sofa is a credenza. It is a rather grand arrangement — on top of it is a pristine gramophone, golden and brown. By far, it is the most extravagant article in his house. And it appears to have a record still on it, not yet removed even though the owner of this instrument is dead. [The tape recorder is set down by the gramophone. The room is silent, except for the soft whirring of the tape recorder. The Assistant moved the needle slowly to continue the music playing. The record spun around, the silence of the room being enveloped by the soft violin from Danse Macabre. He let it play on for several seconds before he stopped it with a sigh. He picked up the tape recorder again.

Well, continuing on. By the gramophone, there are several books, neatly arranged, all of them hardcover. Most of them are history books, mostly delving into the subjects of the 1950s and the mid and late 19th century. There are a few books of fiction as well, notable titles being Carmilla, Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, and As I Lie Dying. The credenza does have drawers to it — [Setting the tape recorder down again, he kneels on the bare wooden floors and pulls open a drawer, his hand moving through its contents.]

Just a lot of records, mostly classical music pieces. Nothing of note in the living room, except we have an idea about Dr Sandgrass' interests. I don't suppose that his kitchen could offer anything insightful but it is still necessary to check. The kitchen is not anything special either. Brown wooden wall cabinets, marble countertops, a stove, a microwave, a dishwasher, an oven, and a refrigerator. [The assistant opens and closes cabinets and drawers.] There is not much in his kitchen, only a few appliances and canned food in the cabinets. He keeps his plates and utensils in the dishwasher and they are rather few. Three plates, three bowls, three sets of forks and spoons. Well, that is better than what I possess. Only two sets of everything, one for me and the other for any guests that might come. Though I do not have many visitors.

[The fridge is opened and the sounds of the assistant going through different items can be heard.] There are not many things here. As Dr Sandgrass had died several weeks previous, it is imaginable that the items have started to spoil. You can smell it as soon as you open the fridge. A carton of milk that had long since expired, a container of rotten strawberries, rotten lemons and vegetables. Thankfully, he does not seem to own any meat, that would rather be malodorous. One moment.

[He pulls another cabinet and pulls a black garbage bag. Promptly, he opens it and gives it a flick. Slowly he throws the contents of the fridge inside the bag, closing the refrigerator. He ties the bag up and puts it aside.] Now that that is out of the way, we can move past the living room and kitchen.

I had been inaccurate in my assumption that there were two doors to this house; in actuality, there are three identical doors. I don't know which each leads to. I will have to take my chances. [At random, he swings open a door and pokes a head inside.] The bathroom, it appears. Very ordinary. A shower, a toilet and basin. The wallpaper is pale blue, his toothbrush is a red, and the toothpaste he uses is of a generic brand. Nothing here. [He closes the door]

Now, the door next to it. So far, there is nothing in this house that is of note. I cannot pretend that it does not make me rather frustrated. I expected to learn something about Dr Andrew Sandgrass, something that explains his situation. Instead, I still have so many questions. Goddamnit, I am a scientist. Learning is what I am best at, but my talent is failing me now. Why is he so different? Why is Andrew here while he is not?

[He sighs and puts a hand to his heart.] I fear I cannot be sentimental. I must keep going. [He opens another door and steps in. He clicks on the light switch.] This is quite obviously the bedroom. And it is largely... empty. Yes, it does have a bed, a chest of drawers and a bedside table — but those are the only things in his bedroom. Most bedrooms, they have other articles of note, don't they? A desk perhaps, paintings or additional storage. There is nothing except three pieces of furniture. He owns an oversized twin bed, the comforter is a mellow cream color. The bed is neatly made and very tidy. Right next to the bed is a bedside table, with a lamp and a copy of Frankenstein. He appears to have been reading it as there is a bookmark. [He picks up the book, flipping to the bookmarked page.] With a black pen, he had underlined a single quote. The underlined quote reads — "The world was to me a secret which I desired to devine."

[He sets the book down, walking towards the chest of drawers.] Clothes, most of them I have seen him wear previously. I don't want to look through his clothes too carefully, for obvious reasons. Once again, I find nothing. I am considering returning home and putting the tape away. Perhaps I should stop caring about Andrew — something to put in the back of my head, something to only think about in sparse amounts only when it's convenient. Well, it's almost over. I have only one room to look through, and then I am never returning here again. It's almost half past eleven, I did not notice that the time had passed by so quickly.

[Soft footsteps towards the final door — as he stands before the door, he gave a sigh. There is a silence as he simply just stands there.] Here goes nothing. [He opens the door.]

[The assistant does not speak for several moments as the door slowly swings open. Silence continues.] Uhm, this room surprised me, to say the least. I had thought this room to be a guest bedroom of sorts, perhaps even a room for storage. It is neither. Unlike all the other rooms with their clinical neatness and organization, this room is in disorder. It appears to be a radio studio, of sorts? A lot of appliances and gadgets related to radios and stereos. With the gramophone in the living room and just this room, it is a very fair assumption that audio visuals appear to be one of Dr Sandgrass' leisure activities. There is a desk, several radios on shelves, several other apparatuses I cannot even name and identify. It is all rather a lot. I don't believe Dr Sandgrass has ever made it aware of this hobby. Well, I wouldn't know. We had a strictly professional relationship, only encountering each other a few times, all for the sole purpose of work.

On the desk, there are papers, stationary and a rather antique radio. Now, I know nothing about radios but even I know that the thing is rather beautiful. Very pristine and it's so old, it does not even look like the radios we are used to seeing today. [Gingerly, the assistant picks it up, his hand trailing the service.] It's rather heavy too, and Oh! I can feel something under my fingers, something like an etching or an engraving. [He puts the radio down and it makes a deep noise as it is set down. Turning around, he blows a puff of air against it.] The engraving reads... Sandgrass... 1898. Uh, well. Perhaps it is a family heirloom. Well, moving on. [His hands quickly leave the radio and he moves them to the closest thing. The closest thing appears to be a closed drawer.] Well, let's see what I can find. [He opens the drawer and gingerly rummages through it.]

Three photographs. Of Dr Andrew Sandgrass. [He sets them down on the table, his movements sound quick and hurried.] It is unmistakably him in those photographs, the facial features are the same, the similarities are too uncanny for it to be one of his ancestors. The photographs are sepia in tone, his clothes are old-fashioned, two of the photographs are just him and the other one, he is with an older woman. Behind those photos, there is the year where the photographs were taken. 1883, 1887, 1890.

There is a journal too. [With a motion too quick, he grabs it. He accidentally proceeds to drop it. As it hits the floor, it makes a loud noise.] Uh, sorry. I really am. I will not pry too deeply into it, I just need to know. [He opens the first page, almost in a flurry.] It's his handwriting, I recognize it from the reports. The heading says — it says — January 23, 1890. [For the first time, the assistant appears to have lost his composure. His grip on the recorder is unusually tight, and when he speaks again, his voice is turbulent and almost fearful.] I — I don't know... what this means. I end this statement here.

[andrew-buchan-fansite]

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Dr Sandgrass, I have been thinking quite thoroughly about your unique position in the world. Forgive me if it sounds rather excessive to investigate but the matter at hand is truly very fascinating. You are dead but yet, you can still think and you still continue to answer all of these ask messages on this website. There is something unnatural going on and all of my theories sound so plausible yet so far-fetched. One of my most developed theories is that your consciousness is inexplicably tied to the MBRA. That would explain how you can still manage this blog while deceased and why you are especially so connected to the moniker of "Unpaid MBRA Intern Number 2012" It's simply a thought, one that I expect to be analysing further soon enough. Have a nice day, doctor.

Best Wishes,

Dr. Arian Baumfield, Assistant to Dr Apollo Cadence (@16-04-16-daily)

oh my this is a lot. Ok so, I have been running tests on myself in between asks, so here is what I have found. I believe the reason I have been able to survive postmortem is my contract with the MBRA including a clause that extends after my death. I requested it specifically just in case I died. And it worked.

I have been only able to interact with my typewriter, bread, and souls of the dammed, but do not need sustenance or sleep, although I do dissociate frequently in a manner similar to a sleep schedule. When asks have not been sent in I am in a state very similar to sleep paralysis. I believe this is due to the MBRA adding a clause without my permission in between the time of my death and resurrection.

as with the name thing, Dr. Andrew Sandgrass is a pathetic name and honestly I am quite embarrassed by it, I simply prefer "Unpaid Intern 2012"

[k-star-holic]

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