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The Game (Fancy Pants part 2)

Paige Bueckers x actress!fem!oc Ava Radmall

Words: 4.5k

TW: religious services (church)

A/N: so I originally meant for this to be a little filler chapter buttttt ended up putting two together and adding my version of plot (there won't be too too much in this series, I'm doing my best tho).

Ava

It’s raining when I go to pick up my mom from the airport. I get out of my spunky little blue car to hug her hello and put her bag in the trunk. Then we stop at Whole Foods for the list of foods she needs to buy (which I tried to buy ahead of time but she insisted we go together, apparently it doesn’t “feel the same if she doesn’t look at it first”).

In the parking lot I ask her to stop and turn around and catch her in such an aesthetic picture where she’s holding a bag under each arm bundled in her bright red raincoat with a slight rainbow in the background. I post it to my Instagram story and caption it “Mama and me <3”

We get back to my place and start to put the food away when I get a text from an unknown number.

I can’t help but smile slightly at the fact she’s texting me.

Hey ava it's paige

cam gave me ur number hope it's cool

Hi Paige

It's cool dw

ok phew

how long is ur mom in town?

Until Jan 3, why?

does she like the lakers?

Are you wanting to take my mom on a date to a lakers game?

no no chill

she's pretty tho

Thanks??

lemme try again

does ur mom like the warriors AND CAM

I guess, why

do you have nye plans

Probably not, why

ok im getting cam lakers tickets for us for her bday

if you guys wanna join

Well you could've just said that, silly

well it was more fun this way, silly

At that I put my phone face down on the island to find my mom staring at me from across the counter, eyebrows raised.

“Who ya texting?” She asks, always one for hot goss. Or prying questions.

“Just a friend.” I answer, but I know I’m not controlling the upturn of my lips of blush of my cheeks very well. Yes I’m an actor but this is my mom, the woman who single-handedly raised me.

“Okaaaaaay,” She extends the word and turns back to re-organizing the contents of my fridge, probably knowing that this is the move that never fails.

“I met Paige Bueckers at Cam’s Christmas party and she just asked if we want to go to a Laker's game for Cam’s birthday with them on New Year’s Eve.” I spill the beans. After being met with her silence, I add, “I think we’re gonna be friends!”

“And what did you say?” My mom asks, not turning away from the egg shelf she was inspecting.

I slip into one of the stools at the hightop counter, swinging my feet in the air. “I said I’d get back to her. Do you want to go?”

“I love CamCam, of course I’ll go. If she’ll be alright with me there, of course.”

“Oh don’t even pretend, we both know she likes you more than me.”

She sets down the butter that she’d moved on to and comes to stand behind me, running her hands up and down the sides of my arms.

“I’m sorry sweetie,”

“No you’re not.”

“Yeah, no I’m not.” She says and laughs.

My doorbell rings at 6:30 pm on Christmas Eve and I open it to find Ellie, my neighbor, just as expected. The twelve year old smiles at me as I let her in and wave to her mom, driving off to her shift at the hospital.

We do our secret handshake (three fish slaps back and forth before a faked out high five) and she asks if my mom is here yet. When I tell her yes, she drops her backpack at my feet and bounds up the stairs from my entryway to the open-concept living space.

“Sarah!!” I hear her shout before I can hear the impact of her jumping into my mom’s arms. I sigh to myself with a smile and bring the backpack up the stairs to place in her guest bedroom.

I met Ellie and her mom Jules when I first moved in two years ago and got really close with them. Ellie walked my dog Frankie on my long set days and I watched Ellie during the summer on my off days and she slept at my house when her mom was working night shift. Like on Christmas Eve. Only last year when my mom visited for Christmas did we discover that we actually share the same runaway dad. It was an interesting Christmas morning to say the least.

“Are we ready to commence the second annual Great Christmas Competition?” My mom asks, putting on her low rumbly announcer voice. Ellie squeals, already set up at my dining room table.

We pull out hot glue guns and our bags of candy and graham crackers and start building our gingerbread houses. My mom finishes way before our half hour timer is up, so she takes a spoon to the pink icing tub, dying her mouth a brighter color. Then we move onto cookie decorations, where she’s more interested in eating the cookies than decorating them. Through both heats, Ellie is so focused she doesn’t say a word. And she wins, of course. We wouldn’t just let her win, but she’s a creative genius. Even if she wasn’t a kid she would still be winning.

Then we move on to reindeer races (I win), Christmas karaoke (my mom wins), and snowman making (Ellie wins). Since she wins the tournament, she gets to pick the movie to cap off the night, and we settle on the couch to watch Elf.

Around halfway through I pull my phone out to text Paige.

What's your Venmo and how much for the tickets?

Her response is immediate. For some reason, that makes me smile.

don't even think about venmoing me bc i'll just send it right back

Don't make me go ask Cam

don't do that either I'm deadass

20 bucks says I can guess it right on the first try and if not you'll tell me

I don't think you understand how bets work

They way I see it it's a win win

uh yeah for u

What, you don't want me to win?

not if it means I lose, no

Don't make me write you a check

I'm not gonna honor that with a response

I put my phone away and try to refocus on the movie when Ellie leans on my shoulder, her soft brown hair falling into my lap.

Christmas morning comes and goes. I spend it with my mom and Ellie, and Jules brings over Ellie’s presents from Santa when she gets back from her shift. She sleeps on the couch as my mom and I make breakfast, or she sleeps as much as she can before Ellie comes running in.

Later in the day my mom finds a church service for us to attend, because apparently my five o’clock Episcopalian service wasn’t good enough for her. The church is small and charming, the service taking place in a gym of an old school that was turned into a community center. The congregation is very friendly and I spend half the time making faces at the baby in front of me.

The next Sunday we return to the church for a regular service, and to my surprise, I spot a certain blonde in a middle row. I walk my mom towards her, and she turns and seems to have a similar look of surprise on her face.

“These seats taken?” I ask. She shakes her head with a smile.

“All yours.”

I introduce her to my mom and she shakes her hand, very formal. TikTok isn’t wrong, she definitely has good rizz. During the community time she’s asking us about our holiday and how my mom is liking LA right now. She brings up the Lakers game.

“I’m assuming you know Cam since she roomed with Ava in college, right?” Paige asks.

“Oh, do I know Cam. I adore Cam. She used to come on vacation with us sometimes.”

“We always joke that Cam likes my mom more than she likes me.” I say and pretend to pout. Then the community time ends, and we move on to the sermon.

After the service ends we help stack up the chairs and push them to the side.

“This is only our second time here, do you know any good brunch spots around?” I ask Paige as we descend the stairs to the exit. She tells us about a bookstore cafe around the corner, and my mom insists she join us.

Fifteen minutes later, we settle into our seats and the navy blue bookshelves behind Paige perfectly compliment her slick back blonde bun. I’m sitting across from her at the table, and I let my eyes travel down from the bun to the slope of her purple cardigan over her shoulders, crisp white t-shirt underneath a great contrast. On our walk here I had to really focus on keeping my eyes away from the way her legs looked so juicy in her simple black pants.

I finally rip my gaze away from her to look at the menu. Then I look to my mom, who was watching Paige through her menu. I resist the urge to look back at Paige, because I can already feel her eyes on me. It makes heat rise throughout my body, and I untuck the hair from behind my ears to shield my neck, which I can feel is probably blushing.

Thankfully the waiter arrives, and we order our food. Then we resume being normal human beings, and partake in normal conversation. How Paige is doing on the team. The press tour I’m about to start and the next round of auditions. What my mom does as an elementary school art teacher. We discuss Cam a good bit, and her impending nuptials.

When our food arrives we play roulette, where we rotate the dishes through the three of us at random. Thankfully, Paige is understanding of my mom’s shenanigans. I excuse myself halfway through under the guise of using the restroom, but really I find the waitress and cover the bill. My Asian dad may not have stuck around or been a decent guy, but there’s some things that may just be nature.

I come back to my mom and Paige chatting, and apparently she was telling Paige an embarrassing story of me from childhood. Just great.

“Yeah she like didn’t talk until she was like four. But she would point. Her two words were ‘puppy’ and ‘soccer.’” My mom tells her and Paige smiles.

“Aw that’s so cute, my younger brother Drew did that too,” Paige responded. I pulled out my chair to sit back down with a squeak. “My step-mom always claimed that it was because Drew had me to interpret for him so he didn’t need to talk since I was fluent in Drew.”

It makes my mom laugh which makes me smile. Paige is good.

Our waitress comes back and my mom asks for the check, so she lets us know it has “already been taken care of.”

My mom fake scowls at me, and Paige gives me a look I can’t quite decipher.

Paige

I open my phone to call Azzi, but for some reason my fingers hover over Ava’s contact instead.

u didn't have to do that u know

Do what?

buy brunch

I think the words you're looking for are "Thank you, Ava"

Thank you, Ava

You're welcome, Paige

The way she texted my name had the same effect on me as her actually saying it. I can see the way her lips wrap around the P of my name in my head. I need to send something to change the mood.

ur mom is cool

Ok ew don't text me that

I don’t know what to say because “sorry” doesn’t sound quite right. I’m not sorry. I do think Ava’s mom is cool. And pretty. I know where Ava gets her beauty from.

Turning the the other side of the couch I had flopped down on five minutes ago, I pick up Aziz’s call instead of trying to craft a lackluster response to Ava.

“Yo, what’s up?” I ask her.

“Please tell me you don’t answer the phone like that with other people.” She sighs in response.

“This is just for you, Az.” I chirp in response. “But seriously, what’s been going on with you? How’s Dallas?”

“Eh, Dallas is Dallas, like always.” She says. “Practice is practice. Life is life.”

“Well you don’t sound very enthused,” I noted. “What’s going on.”

She sighed, even longer this time. “Just worrying about my offseason training, nothing new. I want to hear about what’s been going on with you. How was Cam’s party?”

I almost don’t want to answer about the party, because I know that means bringing up Ava, and for some reason there’s a part of me that wants to keep her to myself. Like she’s too special to share.

But that’s ridiculous. I shake my head and answer her truthfully.

“Wait what!?” Her gentle voice somehow screeches through my phone speaker, and I place her on my living room table so I can stretch my arms over my head.

I let myself laugh along with her. I know. It’s almost ridiculous. I’m crushing on a movie star. Who’s also smart and pretty and athletic. Who I have no idea if she likes me back.

Azzi sighs yet again. I make a mental note to wear her down until she tells me what’s really going on. Because I know something is. She’s my best friend.

“I have to go,” She says. She sounds miserable. “I miss you. I love you!”

“Love and miss you too, Az.” I say and she hangs up. I turn onto my back and close my eyes, letting the silence of my apartment envelope me.

I knock on what I hope is the front door of Ava’s townhouse. It’s white and modern. She has a nice yard and a single potted plant by her door. There’s a pumpkin on the step and I’m scared of how long it’s been there.

The knock earns me no response, so I ring the doorbell. I hear it reverberate through her house, and then an indecipherable shout and heavy thudding footsteps of someone running down stairs before the door is thrust open so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t hit the wall next to it.

A very frazzled Ava greets me, followed by the most adorable black Scottish terrier I’ve ever laid my eyes on scurrying behind her. I could never have imagined something could upstage Ava, but her dog definitely does.

I crouch down to pet the dog and it props its two front legs up on my knee, licking my ear. I don’t mind, and Ava seems too distracted to tell them to get down.

“Her name is Frankie,” She says, a fond smile flitting across her face. Her hair is half curled, and she appears to be wearing a full face of makeup with bare lips. “She really likes you, you know.”

Everything about this moment makes me smile. The way Ava looks effortlessly beautiful in her half-ready state. It feels too intimate for me to witness. I’m filled with an overwhelming amount of pride that her dog likes me.

“You look nice,” I offer, truthfully. It slips out. I didn’t mean to say anything too forward in my flirting or cross weird lines or make any moves or confusion. Yes, it’s hard when you compliment a (bitchy) straight girl when she knows you’re gay, but personally it has always been harder for me to compliment my also lesbian female friends. Weirdly, I’m not worried about how she’s interpreting it, but rather aim to stick the thought process in my mind to analyze later. How did I intend it?

Luckily, she just scoffs.

“Yeah, whatever, if you say so Paige. You look good.”

It makes me smile against myself.

“Thanks. But I mean it, you know?”

“I am obviously running behind,” She says, gesturing frantically with her hands. Another female voice calls for her from up the stairs, who I’m pretty sure is her mom. But now I’m concerned why the thought of it not being her mom is making me slightly jealous. Shit. I’m done for.

A red leash with pink hearts and a purple collar is placed into my hands as I stand.

“Do you mind walking Frankie quickly before we leave? I haven’t done it yet and I need to help my mom with something.” She makes a face when she says “something” that indicates she doesn’t really know what her mom called her for. “Usually just up and down the street is enough to get her to go, and there’s bags on the leash.”

I snap the collar onto Frankie as she thanks me profusely before trotting back up the stairs.

“Guess it’s just you and me, kid.” I say and lead her out the door. She lets out a huff of air.

I walk her up and down the block, Frankie trotting perfectly next to me. Of course a perfect woman like Ava has a perfectly leash trained dog. I walk her to the end of the street and back, trying to let all of my fast-paced thoughts go.

Seeing Ava like that felt like she was letting me in to a private part of her, for some weird reason. She doesn’t seem to me like the type of woman to pressure herself to always be put together, but I guess whenever I see her she is. She’s secure in those moments and she’s secure when I knock five minutes too early on her door.

Frankie and I make it back to Ava’s small front yard, and she gracefully stops in the grass to go to the bathroom. I grab it with a bag, not even surprised anymore about how perfect the dog is.

I open the door and wipe her paws and butt with a wipe from the pack decorated with paw prints on the shelf. Then I unclip the leash and hang it up, but stop, unsure of what to do next. Was it weird I let myself into her house? Probably not any weirder than walking her dog, right?

Thankfully I don’t have to think on it too long because she bounds down the stairs with her mom, and we’re off.

At the game we slide into our seats, Cam’s fiancé on the end and then her, Ava’s mom (since the two of them haven’t stopped talking since we picked up Cam), followed by Ava, and then me.

There’s a good amount of time before the game starts and Ava’s mom is still completely immersed in conversation with Cam. Which means lucky me gets to talk to Ava.

I turn to her, a plan forming in my mind.

“So tell me more,” I try to prompt her, and she turns to me from where she was staring off at the court, seemingly tracking the players warming up.

“Huh? What do you mean?” She says, her eyebrows creasing in confusion.

“Tell me more,” I say to her again. I struggle to hide a small smile fighting its way onto my face.

“I wasn’t saying anything, Paige.” By the way she says my name she sounds slightly displeased and it worries me, before I look her in the eyes, trained on mine already, and see the mischief gleaming behind them.

“Tell me more about yourself, Ava. So far I know you were Cam’s roommate, you went to Stanford, you played soccer. Midfield.” I echo the way she told me at the bar in Cam's yard that night. I see a smile creep onto her face, and my heart hopes it’s at the memory. “Your go to drink is a Shirley temple, you’re a Christian but once struggled with your faith, you’re gay,” I lean in towards her and whisper for the last one, before returning to normal. “You sleep like a rock, you’re gorgeous when you just wake up,” I pause, counting them all on my fingers. Maybe I’ll reach double digits at this rate. “You’re close with your mom, you like the Lakers-“

“So it seems like you know a lot about me already.” Ava cuts me off. Now it looks like she’s the one planning something. “What, specifically, would you like to know, Paige.”

The perfect opening to hit her with a silly, small talk first date get to know you question.

“Well, for starters, do you have any siblings?” I ask nonchalantly and shrug.

Ava snorts out a laugh that she tries to cover with the back of her hand.

“I have a sister. She actually lives next door to me. I only found out we were related a year after I moved in. She’s twelve.” Ava smiles so I smile back. Oh my, would I like to meet her sister. But oh my, would I like to kiss that smile more.

I shake the thought out of my head. Ava keeps talking, almost lighting up as she describes Ellie, her sister, and discusses her hobbies and interests, and the adventures she’s gotten to take her on at length. I really hit the jackpot with this question.

“I mean, technically she’s just my half sister, but-“

Now it’s my turn to cut her off. “It’s not different, I get it.”

“I don’t have a full sibling so I wouldn’t know how to compare.”

“With Drew my younger brother, he’s everything. We only share a dad, but we also share a soul, I just know.”

This makes her smile. She gets it. More importantly, she knows that I get it.

The lights lower and a loud rumbling voice begins to announce the happenings as players begin to run out from the tunnel. It pulls us from our conversation and we clap. I realize that we were practically turned in our seats to face each other because I have to turn back.

A few minutes in to the second quarter, I stand and declare it’s time for hot dogs. I turn to walk out of our row and Ava follows, claiming she’s getting up to “lend me a hand.”

As we wait in line, only a few people in front of us, she speaks and I have to forcefully drag my eyes away from the place they had been resting, looking at her perfect hands clad in dainty gold rings, perched over her stomach as she uses her left hand to twist the one on her right ring finger around and around and around.

“Ok my turn. But I’m not letting you off the hook with ‘do you have any siblings?’” She quotes me using a horrible frat boy impression.

I look up at her through my eyelashes, a smirk on my mouth. I quirk my eyebrows. “Is that really what you think of me?”

“Oh, you think I think about you?” she says smirking back. Flirting back! It brings the butterflies in my stomach into full torment mode. I will be remembering this moment for forever.

I open my mouth to say something but she lets out a huff of air instead and squares her shoulders. We’re moving on.

“Why basketball? I’m sure you played other sports as a kid, so, why basketball?”

I take a second to contemplate, gathering my thoughts before answering so I can be as sincere as Ava deserves.

“It’s the only place I felt at home. The flow state. It still takes hard work but it’s the only sport that just felt right. That just clicked.” I answer. Even though she looks like she’s listening, Ava doesn’t say anything in response. I take a deep breath and keep going. She knows I have more I could say, I guess. “It’s also what I clung to when my parents divorced. They told me during soccer season, so soccer was ruined for me. Then I had basketball to look forward to, basketball to focus on, basketball that wasn’t going to change. Basketball that I couldn’t ruin.”

The moment is heavy. Ava’s gorgeous brown eyes look into mine and I’m almost surprised when I see understanding instead of pity.

“Paige,” She says, placing a gentle, warm hand on my elbow. That’s her only response. Just one word. One simple touch. But she’s with it she's saying everything. She gets me and basketball just as much as I got her and Ellie.

We’re called up to the counter and order the hot dogs. She tacks on a few baskets of fries. When the screen tells us to pay she quite literally elbows me out of the way and uses her card as I’m reaching out for my own.

For a reason I wished I regret knowing, I don’t move farther back, and instead relish the brush of her hair against my shoulder, the scent of orange and vanilla lingering in the air now, and the sweep of her hip against the very top of my thighs as she grabs half of the food and turns back to head towards our seats.

The game is interesting, and Ava and I ease into a steady rhythm of trading quips or comments back and forth. I’m funny and she’s funny. A match made in heaven, I think to myself. Maybe I should stop thinking to myself.

At some point Ava’s mom stands up and announces she’s going to the bathroom. Her brown hair is wavy in the same way Ava’s is, but shorter. It looks just as soft and I catch myself wondering if it smells like Ava’s vanilla and orange.

“Which way is it, Paige?” Her mom asks me. I’m a little stunned why she would be asking me that until I realize it’s so that I come with her. Obviously she can find a bathroom by herself.

“Oh um let me show you,” I say and stand up from my seat, following Sarah out of the row.

When we’re out in the hallway I keep up the gesture of showing her where the bathroom is and point simply across the hall. I mumble a few nondescript words about it being “over there” since I’m really just waiting for her to say something.

“Thanks, Paige.” She says but doesn’t turn away. “So you and Ava.”

Her words hang in the air, turning the space around us thick. What about me and Ava? We’re friends? Can she see I’m flirting with her daughter? Does she want me to stop flirting with her daughter?

Suddenly she cracks a grin and lets loose a laugh so compelling that I just have to laugh with her. She reaches for my elbow just like her daughter did half an hour ago.

“I’m not grilling you at all, sweetie, sorry I just thought it would be fun to see you sweat.” She smiles to herself, her plan having obviously worked. “Anyways I was just going to tell you that she likes you. She’s probably just beginning to realize it now, but I know she does. I think you like her too since you haven’t stopped flirting with her ever, even in my presence.”

This makes me blush. Which, in turn, makes Sarah smile more.

“Just a word of warning, honey. You have to be really patient with her. If you act too soon you will scare her off, and I would really hate to see that. You two will be so good together. I suggest you wait for her to make the first move when she’s ready.”

I nod, taking this all in. Her mom thinks? Knows? That she likes me. And that I like her. And she wants us to get together. But from the sounds of it I need to wait for her to make the first move. Huh.

“And I know I cannot just ask you to wait or something. I’m trying not to ask anything of you, but rather tell you what I see in Ava. The flirting is good for her. Please don’t think I’m telling you to stop. I’m gonna work on her from my end, see what I can do.”

I don’t know what to say but Ava’s mom seems to know even that too.

“I’m almost sorry for dropping this on you. I’m gonna hit the bathroom, maybe consider a walk if you don’t want to return yet.” She says with a warm smile and I nod in response, turning to go for a short walk.

#paige bueckers #wbb #lesbian #queer #wlw #basketball #Paige bueckers x fem!oc #fanfiction #fanfic #christianity #church

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la-femme-au-collier-vert · 2 years ago

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IWTV Season 2 Sources & References

Season 1 here (these lists are updated regularly)

Season 3 here

Cited by the Writer’s Room/Cast:

The Ethnic Avante-Garde: Minority Cultures and World Revolution by Steven S. Lee

Paris Journal 1944-1955 by Janet Flanner (Genet)

The Vampire: A Casebook by Alan Dundes

Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles: An Alphabettery

The Fly cited by Jacob Anderson

King Lear by Shakespeare cited by Rolin Jones

The Third Man (1949) cited by Levan Akin

An American in Paris by George Gershwin (1928) cited by Daniel Hart

Giovanni’s Room cited by Jacob Anderson

Works directly referenced:

Melmoth the Wanderer by Charles Maturin

Sebastien Melmoth by Oscar Wilde

Ode to a Nightingale by Keats

Amadeus (1984)

The Lost Boys (1987)

Gaslight (1944)

Batman

Casablanca (1942)

Now, Voyager (1942)

Moulin Rouge (2001)

The Phantom of the Opera

Les Vampires (1915)

Dracula (1931) credit to @vampchronicles_ on twt

Le Triomphe de L’amour by Pierre de Marivaux

Existentialism is a Humanism by Jean Paul Sartre

Les Liaisons Dangereuses by Pierre Choderlos de Laclos

Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie

Hamlet by William Shakespeare

Vampire’s Kiss (1988) credit to @talesfromthecrypts

Les Morts ont tous le Meme Peau by Boris Vian credit to @greedandenby

The Most Dangerous Game by Richard Connell

Waiting for Godot by Samuel Barclay Beckett credit to @rorscachisgay on twt

An Enemy of the People by Ibsen

Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

Vie de Voltaire by Marquis Condorcet

Simone de Beauvoir: A Critical Introduction by Edward Fullbrook and Kate Fullbrook credit to @iwtvfanevents

Nightwood by Djuna Barnes credit to @iwtvfanevents

Beloved by Toni Morrison

Artists, Art, and Salons:

R-26

Palma Vecchio

Andre Fougeron

Elsa Triollet

Fred Stein

Lisette Model

Gordon Parks

Miguel Barcelo

Taxidermied Javelina by Chris Roberts-Antieau

Ai WeiWei (wallpaper)

David Hockney (Lemons)

Wols

The Kiss of Judas by Jakob Smits

Salome by Louis Icart

Ophelia by John Everett Millais

Shelter by Peter Macon

The Kiss by Edvard Munch

The Vampire or Love and Pain by Edvard Munch credit @iwtvasart

Ruiter on Horse by Reiger Stolk credit @ iwtvasart

Portrait of Frank Burty Haviland by Modigliani credit @iwtvasart

Self-Seers II (Death and Man) by Egon Schiele credit to @90sgreggaraki

The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters by Goya

Aicha by Felix Vallotton

Cariatide by Modigliani

Nature Morte Au Pain Et Au Cocteau by Louis Marcoussis

Untitled by Julio Gonzalez

Embrace by Mikulas Galanda

Trees on a Mountain Slope by Ernst Kirchner

Landscape Paris by Henry Lyman Sayen

Tabac 56 by Oscar Garcia

Spirituals by Lillian Richter Reynolds

Movie & Play Posters on set (in chronological order by year):

Tarzan and his Mate (1934)

Avec le Sourire (1936)

Les Deux Gosses (1936)

Le Jour Se Leve (1939) about a man who commits murder as a result of a love triangle and locks himself in his apartment recounting the details as the police attempt to arrest him. Credit to @laisofhyccara

Nuit de Décembre (1940)

Mademoiselle Swing (1942) about a girl who follows a troupe of swing musicians to Paris.

Les Enfents du Paradis (1945) about a woman with many suitors including an actor and an aristocrat.

Fantomas (1946) about a sadistic criminal mastermind. This version includes a hideout in the catacombs where he traps people.

Quai des Orfevres (1947) watch here

Monsieur Vincent (1947)

Le Cafe du Cadran (1947) about a wife’s affair with a violinist.

La Kermesse Rouge (1947) film about a jealous artist who locks up his younger wife and a fire breaks out while she’s trapped.

Morts Sans Sepulture by Jean-Paul Sartre (play) also published in English translations as “The Victors” or “Men Without Shadows” about resistance fighters captured by Vichy soldiers struggling not to give up information.

Mon Faust by Paul Valery (play)

Musical Influences: @greedandenby collected all music used in Season 2 here.

Henry Cowell

Meredith Monk

Howling’ Wolf

Shirley Temple

Jason Lindner Big Band

The Teeth

Carlos Salzedo

Alice Coltrane

Thelonius Monk

David Lang

Caroline Shaw

Gadfly by Shostakovich (for Raglan James)

musical career of Martha Argerich

#iwtv #season 2 #given that the posters are starting to come out of Prague I decided to start compiling sources and references in one place #Set design #production design #iwtv art

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brian-in-finance · 2 years ago

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CAITRÍONA BALFE REVEALS THE HILARIOUS REASON SHE MISSED THAT INFAMOUS OSCARS SLAP

Caitríona Balfe has revealed the hilarious reasons she missed Will Smith infamously slapping Chris Rock at the 2022 Oscars.

Chris had been presenting the award for Best Documentary when he made a joke about the actor’s wife Jada Pinkett Smith – who suffers from alopecia.

Referring to Jada’s buzzcut, the comedian said, “Jada, can’t wait for GI Jane 2,” prompting the actress to roll her eyes.

After Chris made the joke, Will stormed onto the stage, slapped Chris across the face and warned him: “Keep my wife’s name out your f**king mouth!”

The situation caused uproar at the time, and he was subsequently banned from attending the Oscars and all Academy events for 10 years after the incident.

During her appearance on Friday night’s The Late Late Show, Caitríona revealed that although she had been in attendance on that now-infamous night, she didn’t witness the incident.

The actress had been sitting a mere six rows away from the stage; however, she decided to head to the bar with her Belfast co-stars and crew – including Jamie Dornan, right before the incident occurred.

Caitríona admitted that she and the Belfast team had been celebrating Kenneth Branagh’s win on the night.

They had witnessed the incident occur on the small screen in the bar.

However, the actress revealed none of them had registered what was happening on stage, and believed it had been a skit.

The Monaghan native said the atmosphere had completely changed in theatre when they re-emerged from their celebrations.

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Remember… good luck with the IFTAs. If there’s a big incident, we’ll see you at the bar. — Ryan Turbidy

#Tait rhymes with hat #Good times #The Late Late Show #Late Late #RTÉ #Host #Ryan Tubridy #5 May 2023 #Dublin #Goss #Twitter #My screenrecording

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Book Review: “Lanegan” by Greg Prato

It’s a weird thing to put in a biography. But in this case, the following is true.

“When it comes to Mark Lanegan, there are many things that you are better off not knowing,” music journalist Charles R. Cross says of the former Screaming Trees and Queens of the Stone Age singer and solo artist.

Fortunately for “Lanegan” author Greg Prato, Lanegan wrote all that stuff in his harrowing memoir, “Sing Backwards and Weep,” freeing Prato to focus on other stuff in his oral biography.

Like Lanegan the man, “Lanegan” the book is non-traditional. Generous at 319 pages and including a passel of black-and-white photos from throughout Lanegan’s career, it’s self-published - released Feb. 22 on the one-year anniversary of Lanegan’s death from undisclosed causes - but professional in content and layout.

“I look at (Nirvana’s) Kurt (Cobain), (Alice in Chains’) Layne (Staley) or even more Andy Wood - Mark was darker than them all,” Cross says. “I don’t know that Mark’s death is darker, but Mark’s life was darker than any of those people.”

In addition to Cross, Prato spoke with Lanegan’s Screaming Trees bandmate Gary Lee Conner; QOTS bassist Nick Oliveri; collaborators Chris Goss (Masters of Reality), Mike Johnson (Dinosaur Jr.), guitarist Jeff Fielder and bassist Aldo Struyf; Sub Pop Records CDO Megan Jasper; original Nirvana drummer Chad Channing; former Red Hot Chili Pepper Josh Klinghoffer; former Soundgarden bassist Kim Thayil; Jesse Hughes of Eagles of Death Metal; and friends including Sally Berry, Clay Decker - who makes the dangerous assertion that Lanegan died because he was vaccinated against the coronavirus - and others. The result is an often-surprising portrait of a singular musician that paints Lanegan as an even more enigmatic figure than he seems in life and art.

“Like, we liked Lindsey Buckingham,” Hughes says in discussing Lanegan’s musical influences.

“How the fuck are you going to tell me you can see that? Point to a Mark Lanegan song and go, ‘Oh, Lindsey Buckingham.’ I couldn’t do it. So, the fact that I can’t do it tells me … Mark was in full possession the knowledge that he was unique.”

Rather than unfolding like a typical oral biography, Prato’s book is organized in 16 chapters built mostly around a single question such as “What made Mark so unique as a singer?,” “What was it like to work - in various capacities and on various projects - with Mark?” and “How would you like Mark to be remembered?” This makes “Langegan” as unusual and singular as Lanegan.

Though Lanegan left a ton of damage - to himself and his friends and collaborators - in his wake, the man who emerges from “Lanegan” is a musical omnivore (as his unlikely partnerships with Isobel Campbell and Soulsavers demonstrate) with a wicked sense of humor and a fierce sense of loyalty to the people he held closest.

“His heart was wonderful,” producer John Agnello says. “I know he was tough, I know he could be a cocksucker to people, but man, I saw things about him that I don’t think enough people saw.”

These are the things about Lanegan you are better off knowing. And they’re there for the learning in “Lanegan.”

Grade card: “Lanegan” by Greg Prato - B

3/27/23

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"Thugs" who travelled to Southport to use the deaths of three children "for their own political purposes" were to blame for the violence that saw dozens of police officers injured, the town's MP has said.

Unrest broke out in the Merseyside town hours after a vigil to honour the victims of Monday's knife attack at a dance school in which three young girls were killed and eight other children injured.

Patrick Hurley said the disturbance close to a mosque, which saw officers pelted with bricks and a police van set on fire, had been "horrific".

Merseyside Police Federation's Chris McGlade said more than 50 police officers were hurt in a "sustained and vicious attack".

Merseyside Police said the violence was believed to have involved English Defence League supporters.

Mr Hurley told BBC Radio 4's Today programme the "riot" was "led by people from outside the town".

He said the "thugs who had got the train in" had used the "deaths of three little kiddies for their own political purposes".

Mr McGlade said his injured colleagues were the same "courageous officers" who were themselves trying to come to terms with the "unimaginable tragedy" of Monday's attack.

"I utterly condemn the actions of these mindless and violent thugs - and they will be brought to justice for their actions," he added.

ACC Goss said it was "sickening" that the disturbance happened within a "devastated" community.

He said the force had faced "serious violence" and was "so proud to have witnessed off-duty officers parade back on duty to support their colleagues who had displayed such courage whilst under constant and sustained attack".

He also thanked officers from forces in Greater Manchester, Cheshire, Lancashire and North Wales for providing mutual aid and support.

He added that the disorder involved many people "who do not live in the Merseyside area or care about the people of Merseyside".

"Sadly, offenders have destroyed garden walls so they could use the bricks to attack our officers and have set cars belonging to the public on fire, and damaged cars parked in the mosque car park," he said.

"This is no way to treat a community, least of all a community that is still reeling from the events of Monday."

On Tuesday, Merseyside Police named six-year-old Bebe King, seven-year-old Elsie Dot Stancombe and nine-year-old Alice Dasilva Aguiar as the three girls who were killed at a Taylor Swift-themed dance workshop at the Hart Space studio in Hart Street.

At about 18:00 BST, more than 1,000 people joined a peaceful vigil was held outside the Atkinson gallery on Lord Street.

However, following rumours throughout the day of a demonstration, a group began to gather near a mosque on St Luke's Road, two streets away from Hart Street, at about 19:45 and engaged in a stand-off with police officers.

As the disorder escalated, the group attacked the front of the mosque, throwing bricks, bottles, fireworks and rocks, and officers donned protective gear and used riot shields to defend themselves as wheelie bins and other objects were hurled towards them.

A police vehicle was also set on fire.

Southport Mosque chairman Ibrahim Hussein said he had gone with colleagues to secure the building and had to be taken to a place of safety by police.

He told BBC Radio Merseyside that the group had "started to burn the fences and throw things burning stuff at the windows".

"They smashed all the windows, they broke all the fences and obviously, the chanting and the screaming and the anger just was overwhelming for all of us."

North West Ambulance Service said 27 officers were taken to hospital and 12 were treated and discharged at the scene.

Merseyside Police said those behind the violence had been fired up by social media posts which incorrectly suggested an Islamist link to Monday’s stabbings.

Home Secretary Yvette Cooper had earlier warned about disinformation linked to the attack.

A 17-year-old boy, who was arrested on suspicion of murder and attempted murder after Monday's attack, has no known links to Islam.

Assistant Chief Constable Alex Goss said there had been "much speculation and hypothesis" around the teenager and "some individuals" were using it to "bring violence and disorder to our streets".

"We have already said that the person arrested was born in the UK, and speculation helps nobody at this time."

Mr Hurley said it was "reprehensible" that police officers who had been attending injured victims on Monday were finding themselves "being pelted with bricks by these thugs".

He said they had "hijacked the grief" of the town and families.

"These people are utterly disrespecting the families of the dead and injured and totally disrespecting the town," he said.

A 24-hour Section 60 Order has been put in place, giving police extra stop and search powers.

A Section 34 Order has also been introduced, allowing police to direct people who were engaging in antisocial behaviour or were "likely to become involved in such behaviour" away from the area.

Merseyside Police said extra officers would remain in the area "to provide a visible presence and reassure communities".

Prime Minster Sir Keir Starmer said on X that the people of Southport were "reeling" after the "horror inflicted on them yesterday".

He said those who had "hijacked the vigil for the victims with violence and thuggery" had insulted the community and would "feel the full force of the law".

Families living nearby told the BBC they feared for their safety as stones flew past and police officers rushed to put on riot gear and pick up shields.

"I can’t believe this is happening in Southport," one young woman shouted from the front of her car as she tried to drive her young daughter away.

The home secretary said it was "appalling" that police officers in Southport were facing attacks from "thugs on the streets who have no respect for a grieving community".

"I think everyone should be showing some respect for the community that is grieving and also for the police who are pursuing an urgent criminal investigation now, and who showed such heroism and bravery yesterday," she said.

Merseyside Police and Crime Commissioner Emily Spurrell also said she was "absolutely appalled by the disgraceful scenes of violence".

"This is a community which has faced unimaginable tragedy, and it is grieving," she said.

"Such behaviour is abhorrent and only causes further harm and suffering," she added.

#nunyas news #rioted for the wrong reason apparently

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thelonesomequeen · 1 year ago

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What I still don’t understand if you hate Chris why stick round.

I haven’t seen a small pocket of people try so hard to cancel a guy just because he doesn’t live up to their fantasy image of him. Ok we get it you think he’s a creep.

Instead of letting him go and move on they get themselves more and more each day involved . The nonstop analysis, the commenting, the rinse and repeat of the same of thing.

For me I like his movies, I love the way he loves Dodger and he isn’t half bad to look at. Do I honesty care that much about his personal life - no but yeah I check in to see what the latest goss is but read it and move on it’s not going to change my life. Like someone else said I don’t agree with everything he has done but it’s his life and like others I can separate the actor from the man. There are way worst problematic people in the world than an unheard actress from PT married to an actor.

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randomvarious · 9 months ago

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Today's compilation:

Out Patients 2000 Future Jazz / Broken Beat / Drum n Bass

Checked out this sweet turn-of-the-millennium electronic comp over the past couple days called Out Patients, the first installment in a three-volume series that was put out on UK label Hospital Records. Originally launched in 1996, Hospital was founded by London Elektricity, a duo who, sometime in the early 2000s, decided to downsize to just one member, Tony Colman, so the former member, Chris Goss, could devote more time and energy to running Hospital himself.

Now, if you know anything about either Hospital or LE beyond what I've just told you, then you know that what they're both primarily known for is their drum n bass output. In fact, in their first four years of existence, that's all Hospital pretty much ever released. However, in 2000, with the launching of this little, cleverly titled Out Patients series—songs that largely laid outside of Hospital's own sonic radius—they decided to venture a little out of their comfort zone.

So, ultimately, what we have here are a bunch of groovy electronic lounge-type vibes that largely come in the form of future jazz and broken beat—a pair of oft-intertwined electronic genres that were both surging at around the same exact time. Broken beat was this wonderful, broadly-defined music that saw fundamentals of drum n bass taken to a sharper, more complicated and unorthodox abstraction, and its rhythms would be integrated into future jazz, a type of jazz-infused electronic music that succeeds the late 80s-to-mid-90s UK phenomenon of acid jazz, and hearkens back to the halcyon days of free-flowing jazz fusion from the 70s and 80s too; also known as nu jazz.

And even though this is just an exclusive dozen tracks from a label that'd never really put out this type of material before, Hospital was still able to get a few notable names to contribute to this release here: veteran Uschi Classen, who in addition to her own solo material, had also been in a bunch of groups, like Ashley Beedle's Black Science Orchestra and the Ballistic Brothers; dnb trio Aquasky; and Mr. Scruff, whose biggest claim to fame is this very popular electro swing tune—one of the only decent ones that's ever been made—and if you're an American of a certain age, you might remember it from an old ad campaign for Lincoln's full lineup of vehicles too.

Here's one of those ads with Michael Clarke Duncan!

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But, to me, the best song on this release has to be "Action," by Japan's Yukihiro Fukutomi. Fukutomi himself was his own entity too by the time this song had been included on this very comp, but the vast majority of his music had only ever been released in Japan; so when he appeared on Out Patients, it was likely the first time that many people outside of Japan had ever heard him before. And those people were probably fuckin' dazzled, because the combination of constantly shifting broken beat drum rhythm and Fukutomi's whiny old school keyboard improv here is simply diabolical 😈. Get lost in this super craggy shit!

And something that also needs pointing out here is that even though most of this comp isn't drum n bass, there are still a couple dnb tunes on here anyway. And as someone who really loves it when people just *straight-up rap* over drum n bass beats, I can't leave this post without mentioning MC Mello and London Elektricity's bouncy "Melloizdaman." This is just such a cool and fun tune, overall, and I especially love how LE add this warm coat of ambient synth to their double bass-infused beat after the first verse. Usually rappers need to rap over steady beats in order to maintain their own timing and flow, and while LE don't mess with the rhythm itself here, they're still able to enhance their tune further with this added synth in order to keep it sounding fresh. Really great stuff 🤩.

So a pretty dope set of early 2000s tunes from Hospital Records here. Mostly not the kind of electronic music that they're typically known for releasing, but they included some nice, previously unheard tracks on this album nonetheless 👍.

And if you want the type of stuff that Hospital *is* known for, check out this post I did a few months ago on Plastic Surgery 2, a double-disc comp and DJ mix that featured them on the 2-step liquid funk trend, a more mass-appealing strain of drum n bass that grew to be very popular in the UK in the mid-to-late 2000s that they themselves were on the forefront of.

Highlights:

Liane Carroll - "The Trap" Uschi Classen - "Tocatta (The Indigo Blue Mix)" Aquasky - "Another Day" Skitz + Julie Dexter - "Be...." Landslide - "Golden Cavalier" London Elektricity - "Incurable" Space Clique - "Exit #1: Luna Park" MC Mello vs. London Elektricity - "Melloizdaman" Yukihiro Fukutomi - "Action" Marcus Intalex & S.T. Files - "Taking Over Me"

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I recently saw this post about how originally for summer nights Kurt was written into the boys scene and Chris Colfer had to call rm and be like.. no? Why would he be there? He’s be hanging out with the girls,, who are his friends? To get it changed and idk I feel like at some point in season 3 glee kinda was trying to switch the narrative so that it wasn’t cool for a guy to be super close with the girls and that he has to be one of the boys and learn masculinity or wtv and it pisses me off so much. Glee writers deciding that actually being feminine isn’t cool is my mortal enemy

Mercedes is his bestie why the hell would he not want to hear the goss from her

I think they might have tried to backtrack on Kurt's track record of choosing the girls over guys but like, honestly, glad that wasn't successful and Chris was like "not on my watch". Blaine was a default hanging with the guys ch anyway. And I guess there are layers to that but I'm just glad Kurt continued hanging with the girls.

This reminds me of people who consider Kurt to be bad gay re because he was feminine, and obviously everything they say is invalid because that's their opening argument. But I also sometimes see people complain that Kurt was hanging with the girls and wanted to be part of those group numbers, and that's such a wild take. Why the hell should he not? Not only did he feel safer and more comfortable whereas the guys further contributed to him feeling alienated such as in 2x06, but also the girls' numbers routinely slapped so much more. Hell if I were Kurt I'd wanna be with the winning team too. What, should he have missed out on Bad Romance? Please, none of the guys' group numbers even deserve to breathe the same air.

Anyway that's all my misandry for this International Women's Day see you all next year <3

#let him hang with the girls #he has reasons to!#choosing between the glee guys and glee girls is like having the choice between economy and first class #doy #glee asks #anon #kurt asks

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WHAT IF: 60th Anniversary Collection of novel reprints

I love collecting Doctor Who books. I have slightly over 40 of them now, including novelisations, anthologies, script books, and stuff about the making of the TV show. But majority of my collection consists of original novels.

The 50th Anniversary Collection! Back in 2013, BBC Books released a collection of 11 reprints for the 50th anniversary, one book for each Doctor at the time. What a great idea! And they had cool matching covers!

Now, for the record, I have to admit - I only have one of these reprints: Festival of Death by Jonathan Morris. I would buy more of them, but I'm not interested in every single book in the collection. And I already own the previous printings of Dreams of Empire and The Silent Stars Go By, so there's that.

But these reprints seemed like a wonderful idea, so BBC Books did it again. In 2014, they released The Monster Collection - 8 books featuring 8 iconic monsters. In 2015, they published The History Collection - 8 books, all set in various periods in the past.

And in 2016... they just stopped. Because of course they did.

With the upcoming anniversary, I've been hoping for a revival of this inniciative. But as far as I know, no new reprint collection is coming... So listen up, BBC Books! Here's a list of DW novels you should reprint!

Okay, since this is my version of the list, I've only included stuff that I don't already own. There might be more suitable candidates, but I already own The Stealers of Dreams, The Tomb of Valdemar, The Good Doctor, and Alien Bodies. So, you know.

Rule no. 2: No reprints from the previous three collections.

And also - this list includes some novels originally published by Virgin. Now, this probably shouldn't be a problem? While no VNAs or VMAs were included for the 50th collection, they did reprint some for the subsequent two collections. Big Finish have also managed to get the rights to adapt them. Therefore I think this probably wouldn't be a huge problem for BBC Books. Still, I decided to include an alternative for every Virgin novel on the list.

So, here it is!

First Doctor: The Time Travellers by Simon Guerrier

Susan, Ian, Barbara

2005

After reading "Journey Out of Terror" in The Target Storybook, I desperately want more of Simon Guerrier writing for the 1st Doctor, Ian, and Barbara. He just gets their voices so well!

Second Doctor: The Dark Path by David A. McIntee

Jamie, Victoria

1997

The Master has probably almost as many origin stories as the Doctor. This is one of them. As a consequence of that, this book is quite expensive on ebay.

The second Doctor vs Delgado's Master. My fan brain just can't resist this one.

(Alternatively: The Indestructible Man - Simon Messingham)

I love Messingham's Tomb of Valdemar, so I'd like to read more DW stuff written by him.

Third Doctor: Verdigris by Paul Magrs

Jo, Brigadier, Yates, Benton

2000

Featuring Iris Wildthyme. Yeah. Reprint this one.

Fourth Doctor: Scratchman by Tom Baker and James Goss

Sarah Jane, Harry

2019

A new-ish book for the fourth Doctor, largely here because it's such a legendary bit of trivia - Tom Baker and Ian Marter plotted an Doctor Who movie together in the 1970s. This is the novelisation of that movie that never was.

Fifth Doctor: Goth Opera by Paul Cornell

Nyssa, Tegan

1994

Paul Cornell writing for the fifth Doctor? Vampires? I want to read this.

(Alternatively: Divided Loyalties - Garry Russell)

While not known for being particularly good, it features the Toymaker. And somehow had a huge influence on this website. It deserves a reprint.

Sixth Doctor: Millennial Rites by Craig Hinton

Mel

1995

This just seems like the most interesting thing that anyone has ever done with Valeyard, as well as having a really fun premise. Again, I really want to read this.

(Alternatively: Mission: Impractical - David A. McIntee)

Frobisher's in it.

Seventh Doctor: Lungbarrow by Marc Platt

Chris Cwej

1997

They can't keep getting away with not reprinting Lungbarrow. It's the big one. Also, it's one of the most expensive DW books on ebay, so there's that.

Unfortunately, the Doctor Who office seemingly perceives it as a "can of worms", so I'm not holding my breath. Still, they really should reprint it. I feel like it's a key text in the history of Doctor Who and I want to get my hands on it.

(Alternatively: Atom Bomb Blues - Andrew Cartmel)

It's Andrew Cartmel, seemingly getting heavy and political.

Eighth Doctor: Vampire Science by Kate Orman, Jonathan Blum

Sam

1997

There are so many worthy candidates for reprints from EDAs, but I've decide to go back to the beginning... Not the very beginning. I've read The Eight Doctors it's not worth it. But from what I've heard, Vampire Science definitely is.

Ninth Doctor: The Deviant Strain by Justin Richards

Rose, Jack

2005

Gotta admit, this one was something of a random pick? The ninth Doctor doesn't have a lot of books, so might as well go for this one.

Tenth Doctor: The Story of Martha - Dan Abnett

Martha (obviously)

2008

Not only is this a story centered on the best companion of the RTD era, but it also features short stories that Martha tells people? Including one written by ROB SHEARMAN??? This is an auto-include for the tenth Doctor book.

Eleventh Doctor: The Coming of the Terraphiles - Michael Moorcock

Amy

2010

Around the time when DW books weren't really an important part of the series, something wild happened - a hugely important and influential fantasy and sci-fi author wrote a book featuring the eleventh Doctor. No idea why. I'd love to read it, tho.

Twelfth Doctor: Blood Cell - James Goss

Clara

2014

It's the only book from the first batch of 12th Doctor books I don't have. From what I've heard, it's also the best one. I love some of James Goss' other work, so I'm inclined to believe that.

Thirteenth Doctor: At Childhood's End - Sophie Aldred

Ace, Graham, Yaz, Ryan

2020

I love Ace. A friend of mine once told me that this book is amazing, so I'm gonna believe him. It's going on the list.

And there you have it! A list of Doctor Who novels I'd reprint for the 60th Anniversary, if I could. Give them beautiful new covers (matching, obviously) and it's the 60th Anniversary Collection.

On the upside, BBC Books gave us a sextet of new books for the anniversary, which is really cool. And one of them is an epic poem! And one of them is written by Dave Rudden! So there are Doctor Who books to buy this year.

But I really hope they are gonna start doing some reprints again. I think these books deserve it.

#doctor who 60th anniversary #book collecting #doctor who books #edas #dweu #reprint more doctor who books #bbc books #penguin books

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