#Charlie Booker

[profeminist]

Source: "Cunk on Earth is a British mockumentary television series produced by Charlie Brooker. The series stars Diane Morgan as Philomena Cunk." - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cunk_on_Earth

[alices-cakery]

Hello! This is Ace, 12 year old creator of this small indie game, i’m here to give a brief description on the game and what it’s about and the cast of 10 wonderful characters!

Alice’s Cakery is a small indie visual novel game, it contains mostly horror, some comedy, romance, kind of a touch of every subject to keep the player hooked! we also have voice actors. we are hiring artists and VAs, no experience required, contact me @pr3tty_b0y_ac3 on discord for more information on that or comment!

DISCLAIMER!! if any of these names are connected to real people or if any characters LOOK like real people, it is a coincidence, i have no connection to anybody with these names or looks.

Alice, Alice Wolf, is the character in the name of the game. Alice is a ‘animatronic’ who is sentient and in charge of the cakery, she has a barista named Amelia Fairbourne, and a cashier named Zoe Holloway. Amelia is Alice’s right-hand man, she would do absolutely anything to keep the cakery in business..ANYTHING. (keywords here: anything, sentient, animatronic)

The Cakery was apparently founded by twin sisters, Lyric Everly and Alice Everly, but atleast that’s what old newspapers say, i wonder if that has any relevance to the story?

we follow the story of Andy, a 47 year old veteran detective, and Charlie, the 24 year old newbie. they don’t get along very well, but that might change as the story goes on, you’ll have to see! (no keywords)

there’s 3 main ghosts, Lexi Anderson(9), Kenzi Booker(13), and Rose Clifton(11), 3 girls who died brutally at the hands of a unknown killer. they’ve all been dead for 5 years, truly a tragedy isn’t it? (keywords here: main ghosts, unknown killer)

in the basement, there’s two more characters! Lyric the ferret, another animatronic made similarly to Alice, and Dolly the snake, a small handmade doll who seems to be stuffed with something other than stuffing. Lyric is very beat up, inside and out, oil leaking everywhere, limbs missing, etc

i take very heavy inspiration from Five Nights At Freddy’s, Tattletail, and Dead Plate, Doki Doki Literature Club, and other games like those!

i’d love your, (yes you!), support for this game, or atleast getting it popular, i ask for no money, just for you to leave a comment, follow this account, and like! thank you for even reading this

[onenakedfarmer]

Currently Watching

BLACK MIRROR Season/Series 6

"JOAN IS AWFUL"

Writer - Charlie Booker Director - Ally Pankiw

[spocktaculartea]

i’m sure ppl will get mad at me, but it’s so funny when ppl shit all over twilight zone (2019) and say it’s ripping off black mirror when black mirror is very clearly obviously inspired by the OG TWILIGHT ZONE.

C’MON PEOPLE

[rabid-dog-steve-horn]

For all my fellow wrestling fans.

Enjoy.

[talktaurean2mepic]

Charlie Dempsey! And Axiom! (2023)

[jazzdailyblog]

Unveiling the Brilliance of George Coleman: A Jazz Icon

Introduction: George Coleman, a legendary saxophonist and composer, has left an indelible mark on the world of jazz. With a career spanning over six decades, Coleman’s innovative approach to music and his virtuosic saxophone playing have earned him a place among the jazz greats. Early Life and Career Beginnings: Born eighty-nine years ago today on March 8, 1935, in Memphis, Tennessee, Coleman…

[muirneach]

nevermind tumblr not listening to rap. tumblr doesn’t even listen to jazz or soul and its fucking tragic

[g4zdtechtv]

X-Play Classic - WWE WrestleMania 21 Review

Become A Legend.

(4GTV - STREAM WHAT YOU PLAY! WATCH NOW!)

[latibvles]

xiv and xxii, plus D for the uncommon asks - any or all ocs, I poked through your masterlist and just... "yes, all of these"

To make this fun since if I answered this 19 times for every character we’re gonna give a few different answers for different characters.

NO. 14 : What animal do they fear most?

Paulina absolutely hates snakes, keep them away from her at all costs. I’ve said before that Daisy’s afraid of spiders. On another note, I think Lois would jump 10 feet in the air if she saw a rat.

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

Charlie gets petty in an affectionate sort of way. She’s more tactile when she’s jealous, so it ties into being a bit possessive. Vicki gets angry, she’s a lot more dry and sarcastic, "I don't even care." cares a lot. Rita gets quiet and bordering on pensive, not necessarily shrinking into herself but definitely not demanding the attention of the room like she usually does.

D.) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

Both Daisy and Charlie originally had blue eyes, but I ended up changing them to brown and hazel respectively. Patty's hair used to be straight but she and Carolyn ended up changing hair types (Carolyn's hair is more wavy whereas now Patty's is more curly). Jean used to be blonde, and I decided to make her a brunette. Also Dorothy used to have red hair, but she has light brown hair now, and a gap in her teeth! :)

thank you for the ask!!

[Unusual OC questions]

[vintagedreamsofsennett]

The Feathered Nest (1916, F.C. Griffin) Part 2

This story compares this child to a baby bird and also compares the home would be good for her to grow up in to the feathered nest.

Louise, Charlie Murray, and Louise's father are now wealthy and live in a large and luxurious mansion. Wayland Trask goes to visit the family, but Murray, now rich, pretends to not know Wayland, who almost ruined his fate.

"Your underwear! (whispers)"

"This is the latest fashion."

Meanwhile, the party invitees arrive and the party begins. Louise's adoptive daughter has fun surprising the adults by covering Wayland's dog with a rug made of leopard skin.

(why i love that girl who wears pants under the skirt)

Wayland hits Harry Booker on the head with a ball by mistake during the cricket game in the garden. And Murray treats Wayland roughly after his dog pulls off Louise's skirt in front of the party guests. An angry Booker and a hurt Wayland go fishing together. When the party invitees leave, Louise and Murray go swimming together.

Murray wants to get rid of Booker and Wayland, so he installs an auto-start device(self-starter) in the gas tank of the boat the two are planning to ride. However, Louise's curious adoptive daughter gets on this boat and the boat starts on its own. At that time, the judge(Opperman. the little girl's former guardian) appears on the beach and discovers the girl on the boat. Wayland, Booker, Murray and Louise also discovers the girl on the boat and each go to rescue the child in their own way.

The little girl's small dog, who was with her on the dock, goes to ask Wayland's big dog for help. Louise and Murray go to rescue the child by the boat. Wayland and Booker go to rescue her by the jet coaster. Louise, who was on the boat with Murray, falls into the water while standing on the boat, then Wayland jumps off the roller coaster to save her.

Meanwhile, Louise's adoptive daughter jumps into the sea from the boat then Wayland's dog saves her by swimming.

Murray also fell into the sea and was on a nearby rock, but when the rock collided with the speedy boat the little girl was riding, Murray flew into the air, spun around, and was buried in the sand.

[alices-cakery]

WOOH WOOH GAME TIME

Guess what happens in the endings just from the names

1. Snack

2. Resting/Bad ending

3. ..Good ending?

4. True ending.

5. Whoops!

[onenakedfarmer]

Currently Watching

BLACK MIRROR Season/Series 6

"MAZEY DAY"

Writer - Charlie Booker Director - Uta Briesewitz

[macbethz]

GAMES AS INTIMACY

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow, Gabrielle Zevin // DIE, Kieron Gillen and Stephanie Hans // Disco Elysium, ZA/UM // Existenz (1999) dir. David Cronenberg // The Beginner's Guide, Everything Unlimited Ltd // Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow // Black Mirror "Striking Vipers," Charlie Booker // DIE concept sketches by Stephanie Hans // Minecraft End Poem, Julian Gough

[multifandommilfs]

Perks of Living Forever

Pairing: Andy x reader

Wc: 1834

Tw: death but they ressurect because immortality :)

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"who's that?" Nile held up a photoframe that encased a black and white picture of you and Andy posing together, her arm around your waist and yours hung around her shoulder. Andy seemed genuinely blissed and sober with a gaze from you directed to her. There was something intimate about it, Nile could tell, for your gaze held such affection, pure content by the meek crinkle of your eye. The photo seemed accidental, captured on the spur of the moment.

 

Nile turned the frame between her fingers in the direction of the team in her outstretched arm, seeing how Andy averted her eyes instantly, Joe and Nicky chuckling wryly. Andy snatched up her bottles of vodka and crossed the room, right out to the pier. Nile had her confusion thinly veiled.

 

"That's uh-" Joe scratched the back of his neck, his eyes finding Nicky's, an affirmation garnered. "Andy's lover. Taken quite recently I'd say. A year or two before World War Two, she got her hands on a camera, never told us how she did it, that's the first picture in our team. I'm quite proud that I took it." Nicky punched his arm lightly, eliciting chuckles. "We took it together!"

 

"A year before- why isn't she with Andy? With us? Is she-"

 

"We wish, but she's too stubborn for death itself." Nicky righted her.

 

"They had a disagreement on who they supported during the Second World War; you see- she had a psychopathic streak that longed for world dominion, took sides with Germany and went off the grid after the war ended. We couldn't find her but Andy persisted that she's alive, she was there for every soldier's death."

 

"Why hadn't you told me about it before? Why keep this from me?" She felt like a pariah, like the camera that captured the picture in her grasp, intruding on something that wasn't privy to her.

 

Nicky and Joe exchanged a conflicted glance. "We don't like to talk about it."

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Goussainville, just outside of Paris, September 2, 1940. A cacophony of gunshots hollered throughout the Charlie safe house, hauling them awake from sleep instantly, hearts pounding loudly in their ears, contrasting their silent footsteps that threaded fast on the wooden floorboards, pistols angled downward in their stiffly outstretched arms.

 

Book slammed his shoulder into Andy's room, a damp splat onto the ground as it broke off from its rusty hinges. "Oh shit." Book swore. The smell of metallic blugeoning them in the face. "Foterre!"

 

"What is it?" His chest heaving, the sight obscured by his two tall friends provided him with more consternation before they parted and he almost retched.

 

Andy, chest flat against the floor, lips dipped in a spreading puddle of her own blood, they could see the cragged outline of her blown-apart skull; the flesh gave way to bullets.

 

They stared, drenched in their own shock. Nicky made the first move, hands turning her on her back, the Glock in her hands slipping out of her loose grasp was it then that he realized the true extent of the injury and grimaced in disgust, recoiling away from the disfigured face, hair crusted with blood.

 

Then Booker lunged forward, rutting her against the ground by her shoulders. "Wake up Andy! Wake the fuck up!"

 

A wheeze and splutter filled them with immediate relief. They looked on as the trauma healed itself familiarly, flesh filling out the hollow, skin sticking itself back together as her pupils adjusted to the light. Booker released her, trembling from adrenaline, from fear. Nicky reached for Joe's hand and held it in a vice grip. They could see the disappointment clearly in her eyes as she heaved herself off the floor, tucking the gun into the back of her jeans. "Get back to sleep boys." Her tone of voice reminded them of a failed mission as she staggered for the bathroom.

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Nile looked between the lovers, then out of the window to see Booker and Andy. She held a reassuring smile on her face to quell his tears. She could tell that they were going to split up; Booker would have to craft his own path, a consequence of his treachery that harboured a pure goal at heart. "She'll make it into a bedtime story when she's ready, or perhaps you'll dream about it." Nicky chided, throwing Nile a half-grimace smile. She really had to give it to Nicky's welcoming nature for the instant comfort she felt.

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Andy's arm acted as a barricade at the doorframe, being the first to step past the threshold of their safehouse, stilling the rest of them.

 

"Someone's here." She kept her voice low, only audible to the ones behind her, her eyes left the haphazardly rolled-up mat by the doorway. Her gaze sweeping the darkened room, the shadows that drove up the walls made it all the more unsettling.

 

There was nothing, not even a whisper of wind from the window left ajar, but her hand readied on her gun, another hand reaching into the house at an awkward angle to slap the light switch on.

 

Light bathed the room in a blink, the darkness shrinking away to the corners. The hasty shuffle they heard then was unmistakable. Andy drew out her gun in an instant, the others following suit.

 

She zeroed in on the root of the noise, making a daring step onto the wooden floorboards despite Nile's less-than-erupting protest.

 

"You two keep watch." And Joe disappeared past the doorframe, Nicky's demurring trailing behind him.

 

Nile scrambled to the edge of the doorway; she had Andy and Joe at the corner of her eye now as they crept further into the house. She held her breath as Andy rounded the corner, bracing for a gunshot, a scream, something other than the heinous silence that was ceasing her breath, ladened on their shoulders and squeezing their throats.

 

She forced a breath in, adamantly staying calm even though she was anything but that. Then Andy said a name she didn't know, the silence perforated, Joe sprinting away from her view and Italian words were churning out of Nicky as he stepped past Nile and right into the house, his eyes wide as he shoved his gun back. Nike was compelled to follow without a word, her feet fast, gun pointed towards the floor by her thigh. Her heart beating fast in her chest at the urgency of others.

 

But it didn't need to last when she saw Andy, her arms wound around a silhouette so tightly that she would've thought it was a chokehold if it weren't for the pair of grasping hands pulling the back of her shirt taut.

 

The haste that passed her nerves was replaced with gnawing uncertainty, the feeling of intrusion coming back into her again as she watched Nicky and Joe being pulled into the embrace. Her heart twisted uncomfortably at the feeling, yet she couldn't help but watch as a raw sob escaped from one of you, pulling into each other unyieldingly.

 

When all of you broke apart, she scurried to the nearest couch.

 

She could faintly hear a watery chuckle, a few exchanged words that brimmed with affection and she wondered if she could ever find that kind of connection outside of the formed group. Immortality was the ultimate curse for someone who loved too much.

 

Nicky and Joe appeared in no time, hauling her away from her thoughts. "You should meet her." Joe offered. "The partner." Nicky filled in the spaces and everything seemed to click together too fast for Nile to handle. "What, really? That's the woman in the photo? Andy's wife?" She had to force her voice down from the shock.

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With Nick and Joe splitting away from the both of you to the girl you didn't know, your lips sought Andy's out. She stumbled backwards from the force, gasping softly before maneuvering you closer by your jaw, her actions tentative yet knowing. It was all familiar when you let half your weight on her, knees trembling as your arms hung around her shoulders. All familiar and fervent, filling yourself with what you missed for the last few decades.

 

She was quiet when you parted, her eyes glazed with affection as her thumb ran rounds from your cheek to your jaw. It was a warmth you had forgotten and arose tears that blurred your vision, your lips cracking into a smile.

 

"I don't think I've been so haunted by someone." You said it with mirth and she let out a scoff of wet laughter.

 

"Shut up with your poetry." She ducked her nose into the crook of your neck; you could feel her smile on your skin, her hand on your jaw dropping to another side of your shoulder as you held her.

 

When the adrenaline fell away, you remembered what you wanted to say during decades where you were manipulated by fear. Fear made you hunger for control and power. But you knew deep down that you couldn't ever be sorry for living that life. It was every human instinct to replace what was lost with something else. So you said so.

 

"I'm not sorry for wanting what I wanted." You whispered and felt her stiffen beneath your fingertips, the weight on your shoulder beginning to lift.

 

"But I am sorry for leaving." You got it out fast before she could look you in the eye and steal your courage, making you swallow your words. "So s- sorry." Your voice broke and you pushed your face into her shoulder with a sudden burst of tears as she rose from yours, catching you in time. "I'm so- I'm so sorry." Your lips twisted with ugly sobs and this time you didn't know if you were apologizing to her or yourself for putting the both of you through this torture.

 

A warmth smoothed over your back, her hand on your shoulder cupping the nape of your neck as her lips pressed against the crown of your head again and again and again. "I have nothing to forgive you for." She said. "But I cannot say the same for the others."

 

You nodded wordlessly in her clutch, tears soaking her sleeve. You laid against the damp fabric, listening to her pulse beating through bone and skin and basked in it, letting your breath level with hers as her fingers weaved through your hair, momentarily scratching your scalp.

 

"Lovebirds, an introduction is needed." Joe's words left you moving apart from each other, her hand finding its place on your waist as yours hung around her shoulder.

 

A girl stepped into your view, her eyes widening, a grin spreading across her lips as Andy became the medium of introduction.

 

"God, you look so much like the photograph!" She spilled with wonder tinted in her features. "I mean it's like you haven't aged a bit and that photograph was what- 10 years ago?"

 

"Perks of living forever." You glanced at Andy before shaking Nile's hand. "You never age."

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[lazaefair]

The baklava bet is simple: every time Nicky thinks he's going to win. Against every precedent, against all the odds, he truly thinks this time will be the time, and he'll empty Booker's pockets. He is Charlie Brown and the baklava bet is his football. Booker is Lucy, and Joe is just embarrassed for him.

Yes! Though by time the movie starts, Joe seems to have moved from embarrassment to affectionate teasing. Also, like any other close-knit group, they’ve all just been passing the same 100 euros around for decades, so the only thing really on the line is Nicky and Andy’s pride.