#HE TOOK THR BOOK OF BILL.

[dawnslaughter]

man last night i got to have my first "hey, dm, what the FUCK" moment

so like. magic wasn't a thing, until suddenly one day it *was*. folks started walking around with glowing marks.

ake never had a mark. all she's ever had is a pen.

and her patron - kremlor, ducky, the bard in yellow - he's, it? is less of a entity and more of ...

well. a pen.

and she's spoken to him before! she met the bard in yellow; her brother gifted her with kremlor's words; she's even spoken directly to the pen itself.

so she builds a library and the sweet boy managing their new house is terrified. she tries to enter for the first time and this boy hands her the key, takes her by the arm and sets her aflame. he doesn't want to kill her, this child, but he must.

but he doesn't. she pulls her arm away. she unlocks the door.

and the pen is a person now. and he talks. and he talks.

he tells her that she - that i - can call him calios belmont.

sigil's lover, from a far distant plane. a different universe. a different story. the name of a man that means nothing to ake, for this is simply how her patron chooses to appear. he takes a book with a yellow triangle.

calios, whose name means nothing to ake, but everything to sigil - to me, the player, joey.

ake's patron chose his form because it was most familiar to me.

[camillia-station]

Was to propose the idea that the Hatman is just Bill Burroughs and actually that's prolly worse

[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

Hiii could you do a Vince Neil from Mötley Crüe x a male stripper Reader? And like they meet at a strip club where the reader is performing and he’s the only male stripper there and catches Vince’s attention?

A/N: Helloooo, so sorry for the late replay but between university and internet problems it took a bit. But still thank you so much for thr request I had so much fun writing it, I hope you'll enjoy it as well <3 Also yes, I named a character after a wrestler BUT IT JUST MAKES SENSE OKAY?!

Warnings: sensual moments

One of Vince’s favorite things to do when visiting a new city was to check out the strip clubs. It was even better when he was alone,because as much as he loved the Terror Twins, they weren't always the best company.Sometimes he just wanted to get a drink or two or four and enjoy some nice ladies showing off their goodies, without having to worry about Nikki lighting Tommy's hair on fire. 

The swinging bat was a strange name for a strip club but it was not like Vince was going to judge a book by its cover: as long as he had excellent service and alcohol it was fine by him.

The loud music hit him as soon as he got inside. The club wasn't the biggest he had ever seen but it could defend itself, the interiors were black and red but the lights hit them in such a way that the blond felt part of a movie. It was a shame they already shot the “Girls Girls Girls” music video at the Seventh Veil because this one would have been perfect. 

“Please give it up for Destiny!” The speaker said, making Vince’s head immediately turn towards the stage. 

Destiny was a nice blonde with a red bikini who showed off all her curves. Vince immediately felt his eyes following her movements but he didn't get close, enjoying the show from far. She seemed to have already a group of faithful clients who were launching their money on stage and the singer was more than happy to start slow. 

He wasn't shy. He just didn't want to waste his money immediately, making him seem like an easy target. However this didn't mean his body wasn't starting to get hot and his lips turned into a smirk once Destiny decided to do a split to end her dance. 

The line at the bar wasn't incredibly long which the singer was grateful for. He ordered some Jack Daniels while the second girl started to approach the stage.

“Omg, are you Vince Neil?” A voice screamed, thankfully coved to anyone else by the loud music.

Vince turned his gaze to find a redhead girl in a leather jacket and shorts staring at him, with her head tilted as she waited for him to talk. His eyes immediately wandered up and down her body and he took a sip of his drink. Certainly he imagined his night to go differently, but who was he to complain? Work smarter and not harder, if the girl came to him it meant he had to take advantage of the opportunity.

“Yes. If you want an autograph, unfortunately I don’t have a pen. Unless you do.” He leaned in closer.

“A drink is just fine, I have an employee discount anyway.” She giggled.

“You work here? Shit, did I miss you?” Vince scratched his neck while passing a hand through his hair.

The redhead brushed her hand over his shoulder quickly, almost as she wanted to comfort him. It was so quick that someone could barely notice it but he most certainly felt it. 

“It's okay, it’s my day off.”

“I’m glad. I would have hated missing you. But if I have to offer you a drink, at least I should know your name.” Vince said with a charming smile.

“Felicia” The woman said, putting a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Felicia, is that a stage name? 

“Maybe… who knows.” She replied with a smile. Her eyes went to the stage for a moment then back to Vince. 

Vince’s arms bumped with her, while he gestured to get the bartender's attention. 

“Another Jack and Cola and for her….”

“Tequila, thanks” She added while the singer handed a bill to the bartender.

Vince finished his previous drink and immediately went for the second one as soon as it arrived. The singer didn’t say another word but his eyes were definitely doing all the talking. He made sure Felicia would catch him  doing a double take of her and then quickly drawing his attention to the stage nonchalantly.

The girl went along: she would catch his eyes, looking down, and then back up from under her lashes while sucking her drink through a straw. Vince knew he had probably been the first to give up so that she could feel important and wanted, but was curious to see how much their staring game was going to last.

“So are you on tour? Or just enjoying your break?” Felicia broke the silence first. 

Vince couldn't help but smile in victory.

“I’m gonna leave in a couple of days for Dallas. Life on the road, you know? Gotta take every opportunity to enjoy the finer things in life… like you.”

 “You gotta do better than that! The clients are usually more original!” She playfully nudges his arm as she giggles.

“But are any of your clients the frontman of the hottest rock band around?” Vince placed his hand on her knee, just for a second.

“Touché. I’ve never performed in front of a famous star.” Felicia said, finishing her drink.

 “Maybe you can show me around the town and I can come see you here,tomorrow.”

Whatever answer the redhead was about to give, it got drowned by the loud voice of the speaker.

“Ladies and gentlemen give it up for Goldust.”

The unusual name made Vince’s head turn. He had never heard a woman choosing a stage name so unique and there was a reason for that: the stripper who came out wasn’t a woman. It was a man.

A guy with blonde hair, very similar to Vince’s but longer, a golden robe and matching heels that would make Vince’s band mate Nikki blush. For some reason the singer couldn’t take his eyes off him, attracted like a magnet by the intriguing figure.

“Is that a man?” He asked Felicia, gulping his drink down.

“Oh, Goldie. He is a new acquisition. A true hit with the girls and the gays, the boss doesn’t discriminate. Money is money.” Her tone seemed a bit annoyed but Vince didn’t care, his gaze was still fixed on the man who still wore his robe.

“So, what about we get out of here and I show you a nice club down the road?” Felicia ran a knuckle down his forearm, in order to get his attention.

Vince bit his lip. A part of him was begging him to stay and watch Goldust, especially since he had never seen a male stripper, however another part knew that the risk of losing the night’s score wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t like he could have taken Goldie to his hotel room, meanwhile Felicia was head over heels for him and he would have received a free dance the next day.

Goldust finally took his robe off to show a predictable golden slip and body glitter all over his chest. His fishnet tights were more visible now and contributed to give a splash of rock to the full glam look. God, was this what people thought Vince looked like? No wonder this man was so fucking hot, he reminded Vince of himself so much.

What he had seen was enough to convince him to make a choice. And like many times in Vince’s life, he didn’t make a decision with his brain but instead with his instinct ( and possibly his dick too). So he stood up, completely disregarding Felicia, and walked towards the stage.

A conspicuous group of people started to leave for the bar but Vince kept going as if he was in a trance-like state. The music, the smell of beer, tha chatter of the guys all seem to blend in muffled noises. He had a goal and he wasn’t going to stop. However he didn’t realize how empty it got around the stage until he found himself standing directly in front of Goldust.

Oh fuck. Why did his legs look so attractive?

Vince started to feel hot which he blamed on the temperature. He had never been embarrassed to sit in the first row before, actually it always made his chest puff with pride knowing that he was  the privileged one, the cool rockstar who could have all the girls and made them fall at his feet. But there was something about the blond guy that made his brain short circuit.

Goldust started to thrust his hips with such fluidity that the singer was impressed. The pole was positioned right behind him however the stripper seemed to enjoy teasing the crowd by brushing it. Goldie knew the power he held and Vince was feeling the full effects of it.

When finally the blonde dancer decided to hop on the pole, making his gold boots shine against the metal, Vince’s eyes bugged. It was something so different from what he was used to yet totally inebriating. Goldust's body went up and down, occasionally rolling on the floor with precise movements.

“Woahhhh” A guy’s voice squealed. 

“I can feel you buddy” Vince wanted to say but instead he stayed silent.

The stripper fed on the attention and span faster while his long hair fell messily around his face. Fuck, that made him only sexier. Vince had to pass a hand in his hair since he was suffocating due the heat and sweat forming on his forehead, even if in this way he missed Goldie getting off the stage and through the crowd.

“Nice to see you, Greg” He heard someone say before a flash of blond hair brushed next to him.

“Fuck, he’s here. Notice me, please.”

The stripper's eyes locked with his for a second and Vince’s heart started beating faster but he tried to hide it by showing his usual smirk. There was no way the other man could resist the rockstar’s winning weapon of seduction. Goldust held eye contact almost as a challenge but he never arrived, instead he waved to a guy on the opposite side.

“I need to work harder” The thought flashed in his mind and he patted his pockets. If his pretty face didn’t work then a tip would do the trick.

When the stripper came back to his side, Vince was too slow to stop him but he was repaid by the guy’s hand brushing against his knee. What a fucking tease, the singer’s blood went all to one place and it was hard to focus on not having an accident. He wasn’t a 14 years boy who just learned what sex is, for fuck sake.

“Hey blondie, I got a little tip for you if you come here.” Vince mastered the courage to yell, while several of the people next to him turned their heads. 

Goldust’s body did a 180 and his eyes lit up, he marched to Vince and tilted his back in surprise. The singer held a twenty dollar bill above his head and stared the other man down, his heart once again beating against his ribcage.

“You play hard to get, uh?” Vince scoffed.

“My attention has a price. That’s why we have the privé section.” The stripper shot back nonchalantly.

“And how do I know you’re worth the privè’s cost?”

Before Vince could register it Goldie sat on his lap, earning a few whistles from the crowd. His crotch moved closer to the singer’s while his arms went around Vince’s neck. He forgot when it was the last time he felt so needy with someone, usually he would expect the girls to jump on him but in this case he felt like the first time in a strip club all over.

“Thank you for the 20, sweetie.” Goldust whispered in his face before snatching the bill from Vince’s hand, putting it in his slip and getting back on stage.

The last few minutes of the exhibition were a blur for the Motley Crue singer, his mind still focused on the way Goldust’s hand felt against his body. But it wasn’t only that. He was livid at how easily he was wrapped around the other man’s fingers, how pathetically he tried to keep control only to melt once he felt the weight on his lap.

What was happening? He was Vince Neil, he was the one using girls like toys and not the other way around! He always criticized those guys who would get scammed by strippers spilling money out of them, yet he turned into one just for an ounce of attention from a guy he didn’t even know.

“Alright, five minute break and then get ready for our wonderful Kitty.” The speaker’s voice grounded Vince back to reality.

My attention has a price. That’s why we have the privé section.

The sentence kept swarming in his head as he made his way towards the bartender. It was probably stupid what he was about to do but since when has any Motley Crue member done something smart?

“A gin and tonic and how much for a private event with Goldust?” He asked.

“Ten dollars for the drink, 50 for the meeting. Show this to the bouncer and he’ll tell you anything.” He said, handing first a ticket and then the drink. 

Vince paid and headed towards the red curtains of the private section, where soon a tall man dressed in black stopped him.

“Do you have a ticket?”

“Here.” 

“Third door on the left. The dancer will tell you his rules, don’t make me come to enforce them.” The bouncer threatened while Vince raised his hands in surrender.

The room was definitely soundproof since it reminded the singer of many of the recording studios he worked at. It wasn’t unusual for a club but it also showed how fancy the establishment was, since in the center of the room there were two red chairs and an equally red curtain which seemed to cover another section.

He sat down, taking a deep breath and started to tap his fingers on his thigh. Now there wasn't much to do but wait.

—

Realistically no more than ten minutes were passed yet Vince started to feel like he was going insane. His leg kept bouncing and his hands ran up and down his leather pants in the faint hope of drying them.

Goldust wasn’t going to leave him there, was he? The singer had no idea how he would react with rejection because he never had to worry about it. A flirty smile, a cheesy pickup line, a heartfelt compliment or some goody money usually always work the trick. Then why did he start to bite his fingernails? 

The door cracked open and the singer immediately fixed his hair, making sure his face looked as laid back as possible.

“Sorry sugar, I got caught up in something but I’m here.”

Goldust was wearing a white crop top and some daisy dukes instead of his stage gear, which Vince didn’t mind because he managed to look even hotter somehow. He stayed silent for a second just to admire him.

“Making a client wait isn’t exactly a hot move.” He looked the other man in the eyes but quickly regretted it when he saw the challenge in Goldust’s eyes.

“You’re a rockstar… Kiss, right? Oh no wait, maybe Bon Jovi.” The stripper changed the subject.

“Fuck you.” Vince’s face heated up. He could handle some teasing but being called Bon Jovi was too much.

“No wait, Vince Neil? I couldn’t recognize you without all that makeup!”

Usually the singer would have punched whoever dared to insult him but Goldust’s sarcastic tone only made his voice hotter. He was joking but still he recognized him which was something Vince could use at his own advantage.

“I know. I look hot with and without it.”

“Sure you do, sweet cheeks. So what brings you here? I never knew you liked guys.”

Neither did Vince or at least he thought it was a phase that ended in highschool when he let a guy, who had mistaken him for a girl, kiss him in a club.  If he focused enough he could still remember the taste of beer on the man’s lips, the strong cologne he was wearing and the strong arms who held him close.

“Sorry to break it to you but I’m a guy” Vince told him, once the kiss was broken off.

“Don’t worry. I swing both ways.” It was the man’s reply.

It was the first time Vince heard of the possibility of liking guys and girls. He took in the information and then shoved it in the back of his mind, thinking he could ignore it as long as possible. It did work but occasionally a guy would catch his attention, even if he never acted on it.

“Curiosity, I guess.” The singer’s eyes traveled all around the room in the attempt to not look like a scared puppy. “ I’ve never seen a male stripper before.”

Goldust’s face softened for a second. His mouth curved in a small smile and he tilted his head in curiosity which only made Vince feel like he was sinking in his seat due shame. He just exposed himself as a rookie instead of the playboy he usually was, serving to the other man the perfect opportunity to treat him like a toy. Which didn’t exactly bother him as much as he thought but still it was irritating enough to make his head fuming.

“I have to go over the rules, it’s standard. Number 1: no biting or scratching or anything too violent. I work with this pretty face and body so I can’t look like I got robbed. Got it?” Goldust’s tone was firm so Vince promptly nodded.

“Number 2: Nothing too messy so no piss or wax. Unfortunately if I mess up this room I’ll have to pay a cleaning fee and I don’t intend to.” The stripper looked at him again and Vince couldn’t help but move his head in agreement again, like a good soldier.

“And lastly: if you want to do anything that involves touching your dick, we are using a condom. Break any of these three rules and I'll have to call the bouncer. Understood?”

“Yes.” The singer's voice was barely a whisper. 

Any joke, any rebuttal or remark was whipped from his head by Goldie’s authoritative tone. He hated how easily he could paralyze him, he bit his lips in the desperate attempt to find something to say but instead he was left with silence and millions of doubts floating in his head.

“So, what do you want me to do?”

Oh God, probably everything. Or nothing. Or both. 

If some neurons were left in Vince’s brain by any chance, they were definitely burned after such a question. The whole butterflies in his stomach and rising heat in his body were getting ridiculous now, after all he was just a guy. An incredible, sexy, intimidating guy who Vince paid to be his for an hour. He was in control, even if the other person was a man.

“A lap dance,I want to feel you close like before.”

Goldust chuckled and disappeared behind the curtains and after a couple of seconds a very generic music started softly playing in the room. It wasn’t exactly the best but he put him in the mood which was enough.

“Sorry, we don’t have Crue songs. Maybe next time you can bring me a CD.” Goldie came back with a feathered boa which made Vince’s eyebrow arching. 

The stripper ignored him and simply started dancing all around Vince’s chair. Just like before he loved to tease him: touching him with the boa, letting his fingertips touch his hair, bending down behind the chair only to quickly get up when Vince’s gaze turned. He made sure the singer got a taste of him but never quite enough, railing him up even more.

“Fuck, you’re terrible.” Vince groaned which earned a laugh from Goldust.

The performer seemed to have pity on him and finally decided to sit on Vince’s lap. They stared at each other for a moment, both of their cheeks red but for different reasons, before Goldie started to thrust on his leg. The singer’s eyes got bigger and his breath hitched but he didn’t dare to touch the other man even if his hands were begging to. 

He just had no idea where to start.

“Do you want me to undress? Or should I do it?”

Instead of answering, Vince’s fingers automatically went to the hems of Goldust’s crop top and pulled it over his head only to discard it on the floor once he was done. His gaze indulged on the other man’s torso, which prompted Goldust to grab his wrist and run Vince’s hands over his side.

“God I love your siren tattoo.” He traced it carefully, sending a shiver of pleasure down the singer’s spine.

“Do you have any tattoos?” Vince wanted to facepalm himself but any of his cerebral functions were probably clouded by the sensation over his forearm.

“Two little wings, right above my panty line.”

Seizing the opportunity Vince slowly unzipped the daisy dukes, watching Goldie’s face shift in relief. Two inked wings popped up against the golden slip, simple yet beautiful. Fuck, he was really a fallen angel ready to join him in sin. This time it was Vince who traced the tattoo which only made the stripper thrust against him quicker.

“I love when people touch it, ugh. I put it there for a reason!” He enthusiastically said and stared his client in the eyes, waiting for the next prompt.

The singer’s mind went back to his first kiss with a guy. He felt the same longing sensation, the same knot in his stomach that desperately needed to be sorted. His mouth was dry, his face was on fire and he needed to drown his doubts.

So he got his face closer and crashed his lips on Goldust’s.

Without any hesitation the Goldie moved his hands into Vince’s hair, his mouth moved with as much ferocity as he received but the singer didn’t seem to back down and instead deepened the kiss. The more their lips moved, the more they felt the need to get even closer by touching the other’s body parts: hands running on arms, thighs and cheeks, quickly but never violently. It was just a desperate attempt to feed an insatiable beast.

When his lungs felt like fire and the air hunger became too much Vince broke the kiss. The sound of discontent that left Goldust’s mouth made him regret it, but the singer didn’t think he had anymore in him at the moment. The stripper seemed to notice because he started to rub circles on Vince’s arm, waiting for his next instructions.

“Are hickeys okay?” Vince asked.

“Usually I’d say no but I’ll make an exception for you. Just not too big or Cindy will kill me for finishing her concealer”.

The singer’s mouth approached Goldie's neck, his fear completely disappearing the moment he felt the skin under his lips.  He tasted like body mist and hairspray, somewhat familiar to what Vince was used to over the years as a Motley Crue member. Just like the kiss the more he tried to satisfy the urge and the more it grew, leaving his head just spinning uncontrollably. 

“Mhhh” A moan escaped from the other man’s mouth and Vince’s whole world stopped. His ears started to ring but he didn’t care and instead focused all his attention into his job, while his face started to turn red whenever he could feel Goldust’s vocal cords moving. He was so close to losing control and just deepened the kiss even more, but the giant waiting to beat him at the door was a good reminder to not push his boundaries.

“Maybe we should stop… before ya know…” Vince snapped back into his body and slowly backed away from the neck. He didn’t realize how much he was lacking oxygen  until he found himself taking a huge breath.

“Awww” Goldie complained but didn’t protest.

The singer admired the red mark on the other man’s neck, the sign of his presence and property. All the shyness seemed to dissolve into the small smirk forming on his lips, this was the proof he still got it yet he didn't feel complete. 

“Can you…” He vaguely gestured at Goldust’s collarbone. “ Can you return the favor?”

Goldust’s face turned into a triumphant smile and Vince knew he was enjoying this so much.He was basking every single moment in which the singer was destroying his rockstar facade to turn into a needy bitch. It pained him to pronounce those words but Vince was too desperate to care, and he could always count on booze to turn this night into his usual routine.

“Sure.” Goldie filled the awkward silence and adjusted himself comfortably to reach the other man’s neck. 

Goldust’s lips lingered over the skin, sending little shock waves through Vince’s entire body as anticipation was eating him alive. He closed his eyes just for a second but he quickly realized it was a mistake, the desire to see the strippers’ face working on his neck was spreading quickly, so he snapped them open. 

When finally he felt Goldie’s lips on his skin, he squeezed the other man’s thigh to fight the urge to scream. Everything was perfect… until the next song came on and it sounded awfully similar to a bell. Suddenly the spell was broken and Goldust’s mouth left him before they could even start.

“It looks like our hour is over.” The stripper said but his lips only slightly curved into a smile. 

Vince’s blood froze into his vein and he had to physically restrain himself from wrapping his arms around Goldust. Since when he was so clingy towards a stripper?

He’s different though and you know it.

Of course he knew it and he also hated himself for that. He hated his brain for bringing up old feelings about guys who could only complicate his fucked up life more but he despited even more the childish butterflies in his stomach when he thought back to what have just happened. 

“You should probably go.” Goldust whispered with a sigh. 

“Do you want to see each other again?” Vince didn’t even realize the words exited his mouth until his brain processed them a couple of seconds after. 

His whole face whitened as Goldust’s eyes just bugged out. He just ruined everything, probably flushed the possibility of becoming a regular down the toilet because how could they even look each other in the eyes after this? Vince wasn’t even sure he could have gotten out of there without banging his head against the wall. 

“Like on a date?” Goldie’s tone never sounded so uncertain which only made Vince’s heart beat faster.

“Yeah. Or it doesn’t have to be. We can just hang out, maybe grab a coffee tomorrow morning?” The singer played with his rings.

“Okay. Let’s meet up here at 10 am.” 

“Yeah, great… cool.” Vince nervously laughed.

Goldust smiled genuinely for the first time then he leaned closer and kissed Vince’s cheek.

“Now get the fuck out before the bodyguard kicks your ass” He said, pushing Vince towards the exit.

When the door closed behind him, his knees almost buckled and his head kept spinning. He felt so stupid yet so free. He was fucking screwed but he was going to make sure to enjoy every moment of it.

[mythomagically-delicious]

Okay so in a better world au ford and fiddleford created the Institute and made up, right? What happened to stan?

The point of that first post about "the twist" was this: what if Stan and Ford switched bodies and stans was sent into the portal with ford inside, and Stan in Ford's body remained behind. Stan immediately tries everything to turn it back on, to no avail. He went thru hundreds of papers and notes trying to understand ANYTHING and he got some general idea that ford had had a research partner out here who knew things- knew ford, knew the portal, he could help!

Stan in Ford's body races to town instead of staying isolated in the cabin for four weeks, and finds fiddleford. Fiddleford looks confused and stranger than the notes suggested but it matches up. He begs fiddleford to help him, and despite the falling out fiddleford has enough fondness for his old friend remaining that he is swayed. He doesn't get his full mind erased by the society bc he isn't abandoned fully and left wandering the town to be targeted by blind Ivan in his power grab.

Fiddleford and Stan (in Ford's body) go back to the shack and stan starts to take him to the basement when fidds starts freaking out, yelling and crying about the world-shattering consequences. About the things he saw, rhe demon, and more. Stan calms him down, takes him back upstairs. He's frustrated to high heaven and back but he knows he could never do this alone.

(He hasn't told fiddleford who he really is. Yet. He will, he just needs some help first. Who would help a loser like stan? But ford has a friend, he can be ford for a little bit to work the angle and get his brother back.)

It takes time. Way too much time, for Stan, but fiddleford slowly recovers enough of his sanity and calms his nerves enough to go down to the basement and not freak out. Stan admits to anything fiddleford asks him about, anything he saw from Ford's notes and makes it convincing that he's asking for a second chance. Maybe they could rebuild it, better? Without demon assistance?

Fiddleford helps tear it to shreds. They mark every part as they dismantle it and fiddleford searches for the reasons it opened a portal to nightmares. He doesn't follow schematics blindly, any more, no more blind trust to his friend. But he does help. Stan is learning on the job. He isn't convincing in the slightest of being a genius but fiddleford is too frazzled to notice. He's got his own shit going on.

They tear it down. Stan is afraid and angry and desperate but he holds his shit together. Fiddleford regains more of himself as they go. Stan learns more about ford and fiddlefords time together as fiddleford recovers memories and tells them to Stan. Stan makes his own notes, of how to Be Stanford Pines.

In time, they get to a stable place of living in the shack together, Stan trying to learn as much as he can about this science shit, pretending he was hit by the memory gun into forgetting himself when fiddleford questions it. Fidds is afraid to go confront the society, and can't remember where they are anyway. Stan doesn't care about it as long as his cover isn't blown. He hasn't told fiddleford yet. He will! But not yet.

They begin to plan a new, stable trans-dimensional vortex. It takes a whole hell of a lot, but they slowly build it anew. Still in the cursed basement, not even a skeleton of the old machine left after they destroyed it the first time.

Stan is flying less by the seat of his pants. Taking a leaf from Ford's book and staying up to radically terrible hours of the night studying and trying to understand all the science and math shit to make this work, to keep stringing fiddleford into helping him. Fidds takes time for his own projects and Stan doesn't bug him about it, saying if it makes money to split it, and when fiddleford hits a big invention that also happens to patent well and spread? They use the money to help their new portal.

It takes ten years to do it, but they recreate the portal, this time to a place they can control thru careful calibration. Fiddleford writes a scientific paper about it, publishes it with ford as a co-author, and they get international renown. Stan knows how to work a crowd and he uses their leverage to get people invested in investing, so to speak. It's not cheap to fund the energy required to turn it on, so they expand the building and create the Institute of Oddology, given enough time and building and circumstances lining up just right.

Fiddleford runs the teams and the day to day stuff. Stan handles finances and resource allocation and scheduling tours, interested parties, rivals, anything business side. He and fiddleford go to the first stable dimension together , though, and Stan uses all of the science gizmos at their disposal to search for ford while they're there.

He doesn't find him. He still hasn't told fiddleford. Its been too long at this point, right? What if he takes the money and fame and everything and kicks Stan out for lying? He mostly rode fiddlefords genius to get here, there's no way he'd not be mad about this.

They go to many dimensions. Stan takes samples and learns scientific process thru osmosis over the years and contributes to publishibg written works to the greater scientific community.

He looks for Ford. He finds nothing. He tells no one his true purpose for everything he's achieved to that point. He lies and wears Ford's face and shakes hands and is a sham.

One day Fiddleford races to his office, frantic and eyes wide and hands shaking slightly like Stan hasnt seen in years. It's been 30 years since ford was lost to the portal. And fiddleford comes to him and says there's a parallel you, Stanford, in conference room B, we need to send him on his way immediately, you remember what happened to Ernie on that trip 8 years back?

And Stan ignores this, heart pounding, and knocks fiddleford out, locking him in the office, racing to conference room B.

He bursts in, and sees a version of his brother. One he doesnt see in the mirror. A real Stanford Pines, 30 years older than the kids they were when they fought beside the portal. Apparently no universe is fair, if ford ends up inside in multiple dimensions.

Stan is speechless. The portal!ford is on the defensive, but interest is clear in his face. He keeps his distance, cognizant of parallel!fiddlefords warning from before. Of counterparts meeting in a dimension of origin. Annihilation.

Stan cries. Ford looks shocked to see his own self in such a state. He doesn't know what to do. Stan surges forward for a hug and Ford tries to dodge, afraid of the consequences. Stan traps his hands to his sides and sobs on Ford's mysterious black coat, calling him brother. Ford's inner alarm bells go off even as he clenches his eyes shut against the incoming total destruction.

When nothing happens except for a wet patch to grow on Ford's clothes, he opens his eyes and studies himself. They look scarily similar, truth be told. His counterpart heartier than he, an interdimensional fugitive. That makes sense. Parallel ford is apologizing into his jacket and clutching him hard enough to leave bruises.

Ford dodges out of the grapple his counterpart has him in. He demands answers in a clipped tone. Stan does his best to reign it back in as he confesses what transpired in this dimension to this dimension traveling ford. How he hopes his own brother, trapped in stans body, is still out there, still surviving, still where Stan can find him.

Ford starts a fight. Stan defends himself but it gets physical and he doesn't have the same instincts to take down he did when he was younger. He remembers the last fight he had with his brother, and doesn't want that to happen again.

Fiddleford eventually gets free of the office and runs in to see parallel ford beating the shit out of his ford. He stuns ford with a device on his belt and brings things back to some semblance of order, getting a first aid kit out to tend to them both. P!Ford's knuckles, mainly, and stans face.

The truth comes out, ugly and stained and fiddleford forgives Stan immediately. He turns to parallel ford and helps him out of the room, promising help with his weapon and more, later.

Stan is left with the knowledge that all these years later, no matter what he does, his brother hates him.

Fiddleford helps ford with his weapon. If ford can destroy bill cipher, more dimensions will open up to be explored. If his and stans ford is still alive out there, they'll have a better shot if Bill is out of the picture. They send parallel!ford off a few days later. Fiddleford goes to Stan that night and calls him by a name that hasn't been spoken in 30 years. Stan can barely look at him. Fiddleford gives him time and space, but tells him he understands.

A month and a half later, a ripple is felt thru thousands of dimensions at once, the death of Bill cipher in every iteration is making its way thru the multiverse. Celebrations are happening as people cheer and laud thr name of the one who saved them, spread in a cosmic understanding by some greater power. Stanley Pines, shatterer of Bill Cipher.

4 years later, they find Ford. Ford in Stans body is old, ragged. He's missing an eye and an arm and so much more of who he used to be. But they bring him home. He doesn't want to switch bodies back.

Stan feels guilt eat at him, but ford is different than the other traveler they'd met. He's more settled. He thanks Stan for finding him. Doesn't blame him for how long it took. Didn't think he'd be come for anyway.

It's strange and rocky but slowly strides are made to bridge the gap of decades and become people they want to be, again. Brothers, friends, explorers. They never body swap again, but they settle into themselves and own who they are.

[thecrimsondandelion]

Random question: which IT movie is your favorite? Personally mine is the 1990 one, but I love all of them

by far it would have to be the 1990 miniseries

it’s corny, but it does the Losers club much more justice

(i’m pretty sleepy but i wanted to reply while i had motivation, i’ll maybe reblog with more, and what i liked about the new movies. also i’ve only read 3/4 of the book. but this probably isn’t the most coherent atm)

we’re given a lot more moments that show tender, loving moments between the Losers.

The scene at the movie theatre were Richie takes the heat off of Eddie spilling popcorn on the Bowers Gang. also the werewolf movie introducing Richie’s werewolf-It thing

Richie calling Eddie “Eddie Spaghetti” and the “It’s what makes you so chuckalicious” he was a lot more soft than in the movies. he was just a dorky little guy who didn’t know when to keep his mouth shut (like in the cafeteria scene with Stan before werewolf It)

the book scene with the picture of georgie. that’s a scene in the book that gave me the heavy creeps

Mike is done WAY more justice, his whole storyline isn’t taken away and given to a different character. I’ll never understand why they took that and gave it to Ben???? He’s by far my favourite book character, he has the most interesting and heart warming moments in the book, we get those amazing Mike and Bill scenes THR BIKE SCENE!!!!!!!! he isn’t just like there to further the story yknow? he has depth and all that

THE DAM SCENE. Like that was a great moment for Ben and his character, also the friendship between him and Eddie

Eddie isn’t Dudebro’d, Eddie was my favourite character when i watched it for the first time. the scene where they share his inhaler?? but also, you see him go from a meek little kid, who did grow up to be a little effeminate (for lack of a better word) but incredibly successful (which was a huge thing in the books, how they all got successful from leaving Derry) he was a business owner, wore expensive clothes, jewellery. they actually brought about Eddie’s SatNav-Compass-Like brain. He’s the one that convinces Richie to stay

and moving on to Richie!!! he wants to leave, he’s scared, but he doesn’t up and abandon them without a word. he never would!!! idk there was much more love between them, the scene where they’re in the townhouse just laughing together? it’s amazing

the Beep Beep Richies are peppered in nicely

also the scene where like, Bill reads the “he thrusts his fists against the post and insists he sees the ghost” (something like that) and says his mother gave him that to practice to help with his stutter and Richie says “no offence pal but it ain’t working” like it’s got really funny moments without it being Over The Top

and it’s the only version of It where Eddie isn’t left in the god damned sewers

[cheepcheepbitch]

[Pig Update]

I learnt the hard way today that just because a vet seems like they’re confident, doesn’t mean they are. I took the pigs to a specialist today, after they were seen by three different vets at the same clinic, who all told me Stripe is okay.

Stripe is now booked in for an emergency operation on the 5th November due to an incredibly large, deep abscess on his testicle. The operation itself is 800$ upwards, jus for him, for the procedure, removal of everything, and to fix the damage done by the original vet who cut him open, left him open, and told me the leaking puss was “just skin”.

Please help spread the word, I need to save up ANOTHER 800$ for this operation by next week. I’m in desperate need, and he mightnt make it. My limit is only 500$ more than the consult fees, but if we can get at least that much it would mean everything to me.

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[honkhonkrichard]

some adult losers club headcannons

richie loves all of Billy Joel’s music

Richie and patty get along really well!! they’re great friends and it makes Stan Happy

Patty is a huge chatterbox and a little bit of a scatterbrain and everyone is surprised to see Stan loves her but yall

Stan loves patty so much. every time he looks at her his heart thumps and he always gives her heart eyes

And patty loves stan!!! she loves him and always has and always will

Beverly, kay McCall, Audra Phillips and Patty have girls nights!! they all meet up at a bar or they go for lunch or they hang out at someone’s house and its good. they drink and talk and laugh and its good, 

Richie is an actor, comedian, and musician, by the end of 2016 (post-IT) he has 4 studio albums, 3 comedy specials, and 78 credits (with 5 awards!!) He started out as a DJ in college, but from there he went into music and acting

Ben gets his best work done in bookstores and libraries!! He loves the atmosphere

Beverly once had a breakdown that resulted in her locking herself in her office and bursting out 38 hours later and declaring “I’M BRINGING CAPES BACK.” 

Mike collects bottles/bottle caps, as well as maps of varying types, and mugs

Richie came out as bisexual to the public in an interview in 2014

Beverly’s brand name is Firecracker

Eddie has no public shame after IT took his arm. He will say dumb shit in public. He doesn’t care if people judge him for going into an adult store. 

Sometimes kids will ask Eddie about his prosthetic arm and Eddie always happily explains that his arm got torn off by some monster who eating pushy, question asking kids

Eddie isn’t a fan of children

Richie owns 16 guitars

After IT, beverly starts to wear bolder makeup, to spite tom, who hated it when she wore anything that wasn’t nude/natural 

Richie is covered in tattoos

When he’s stressed, Mike stays late at work and reorganizes/cleans the library

Even at the the ripe old age of 40 Bill is still going through his emo phase

Ben gets really flirty when he’s drunk. He turns into the personality (see: fuckboy) he looks like he has

Mike has published a few children’s books!! 

20% of the money Beverly’s company would make goes to women’s homeless shelters and supporting women leaving abusive households

Patty went to university to become a kindergarten teacher (she was for 5 years), then she became a cop (6 years) and then she settled on a family lawyer 

Richie believes that stanley uris is the funniest motherfucker on the planet

Richie talks about Stan (or at least has so many stan stories) that people actually recognize stan in public

Richie in a 2017 interview: “I once gotta text, from Stan, that said I’m sitting in a cafe in new york and some teenagers fucking recognized me because of you You asshole I got excited I thought my accounting business hit NYC NO ITS BECAUSE YOU TALK ABOUT ME TOO MUCH and it was probably thr funniest thing he’s ever said

Stan is the richie of his work’s social circles

Mike can’t whistle

Kay McCall is a functional, distinguished lesbian. her coming out to Bev (and unfortunately Tom) is the cause of Tom firing her from the firecracker company

Stan and Patty love musicals

Richie doesn’t tan and he finds it the single most frustrating thing about himself (he burns and leaves freckles lol) 

Richie has all the social media (@RichRecords on Twitter, @Trashmouthrecords on instagram, he’s also on snapchat from time to time (but not often) and he sometimes twitch streams himself playing video games) 

He’s on instagram the most but there’s also the fun game his fans play, which is this week on Richie Tozier liked

Richie cannot dance. Neither can ben. It’s horrible.

When Stan and Patty (finally) have their baby (a girl named Daisy) Stan asked Richie to be the god father. Richie cries and says yes

Richie’s parents are buried in a private grave behind his grandparent’s Italian villa side by side. protruding out of them are stone hands holding one another

ben goes blep

Mike does a lot of scrapbooking/arts and crafts!! 

he also gives a ton of stickers out all the time. the losers club thinks he should be a teacher. He refuses this with a bashful smile. 

Mike is an openly gay man (he came out in 2002)

Mike once got a donation of $10,000 to help repair/rebuild/better the library. it was anonymous, except for the signature RT

Richie’s full, legal name as of 2016 is Richard James “Trash” Tozier 

his stage name is Trashmouth Records

Richie has his own late night talk show by the time he’s 50.

Eddie expands his limousine company (Wings on Wheels) to LA to live with Richie

Ben’s favourite video game is Minecraft. Same with Mike. They play together, sometimes, even though Ben feels like maybe it’s a bit silly. Mike always assures him it’s great

Stanley, who grew up getting visciously bullied for how he looks/skin colour, grows up to be arguably the most attractive out of the lucky 7

Patty, Bev and Richie all call each other Babe

Bill’s office is covered in sticky notes and papers taped to the wall 

Mike’s favourite song is american pie by Don McLean

Richie plays guitar, piano, saxophone and kazoo

Stan plays violin

Richie, Stan, Eddie and Mike all wear glasses

Bev, Ben and Bill make fun of them for this

ben and Bev have 3 kids together. Eileen, Elliot and jackson

Bill lives with Mike

everyone is alive and well

feel free to ask me to expand on any of these points

[chuckscherubs]

(via Inside Lucy Liu's Studio | Hollywood Reporter)

Inside Lucy Liu's Art Studio and Exploring “What We Choose Not to See"

6:00 AM PST 2/15/2019 by Marisa Guthrie

With painting and found objects, the actress and artist creates "aggressive" work about body and mortality: "Maybe it's not your taste, but that's not the point."

Lucy Liu's prized possession as a child was a discarded hubcap. "It had a lot of spokes … and some red on the inside logo," Liu says with a laugh, recalling this talisman of her New York City upbringing. But it wasn't just the hubcap. She also collected bits of concrete, scavenged from a construction site near the Jackson Heights, Queens, apartment that she shared with her Chinese immigrant parents and two siblings. "Those are the things that I remember most, the stones, and the big deal was the hubcap. It was like a treasure."

Liu, 50, has been picking up garbage ever since. Even now, after a two-decade film and TV career (Kill Bill, Charlie's Angels, CBS' Elementary) with a parallel track as an artist, she salvages scraps from on-the-go meals — banana peels, pits — wraps them in a napkin and carts them home in her purse to compost. "People make fun of me," she says. "I get it."

Her fascination with detritus also features prominently in her art. For Lost and Found, a project she began in 2012, she affixes soda can tabs, bottle caps, bits of wire and other sidewalk finds into hand-bound books discarded from an Italian printing house. Her work as a UNICEF Goodwill Ambassador — she made her first trip in 2004 to the HIV-ravaged South African nation of Lesotho — helped crystallize the concept in her art. "It was so shocking to me how much accumulation of garbage there was [there]," she says. "And it breaks my heart to see children in that environment. The parents are off working and you see 2-year-olds rummaging through the garbage."

Those travels caused her to reflect on her history, her family. "It's very interesting what you're reminded of and what you discover along the way as a person," she says. "The discussion in [Lost and Found] is a comment on what we see and what we don't see, what we choose not to see." The books are among her works on view at a two-person show with India-born Shubigi Rao at the National Museum of Singapore (through Feb. 24).

Liu studied art at the New York Studio School and has been showing her work since the mid-1990s, at first under her Chinese name, Yu Ling. "It was a form of protection and also to allow the viewer to have a very clear and open mind when they came to see the works," she explains of the shield. Starting in 2006, she began showing work with one-off gallery shows in both New York and L.A., as well as Miami and the U.K., Germany, Finland and Canada. She started exhibiting as Lucy Liu in 2011. "Yes, people will have preconceived notions," notes Daniel Chen, her dealer, who co-curated the Singapore exhibit with the museum's director, Angelita Teo. "But once they see the physical art in front of them, they're going to have a reaction separate from that. The work is strong enough to stand on its own." Chen says Liu's pieces generally sell for between $10,000 and $50,000. The Totem series — biological drawings rendered as intricate stitchwork on rough canvas that served as a meditation on the emotional and psychological manifestations of the spinal column — sold particularly well.

Liu's figurative paintings — inspired by shunga, Japanese erotic art popularized in the 17th century — are ruminations on her upbringing in a family where sex and nudity were taboo. When she first began to show these works, a dealer suggested she recut the canvases to eliminate the exaggerated genitals (the work in this article is a relatively tame example). "I can't do that," she said. "They were like, 'Well, do you want to sell? Do you want to create this career?' I found that so outrageous. [I was] being censored once again. As a child I was not allowed to ask questions but now I can't even show …" she trails off. "I know it's aggressive, maybe it's not your taste, but that's not the point of the piece."

Liu lives in Manhattan with her 3-year-old son, Rockwell (she moved from L.A. back to the city more than 10 years ago). Until Rockwell was born, her apartment was her workspace. Now she has a studio at Mana Contemporary, a sprawling art facility in Jersey City. Showing THR the space on a Friday in early February, she's surprised at how bustling it is on a weekday — until now, she has mostly been here on weekends and holidays, care of her schedule on Elementary, which will end with its seventh season later this year. (The show wrapped production in December.) She has a couple of films ahead (including Matthew Lillard's The Last Weekend in May) and just signed on to Marc Cherry's dark comedy Why Women Kill for CBS All Access. It's a steady gig without the intense demands of a lead role on a network hour. "[That's] a marathon: Let me just survive to get to the end," she says. With a toddler son, she adds, "I don't think I could go on that journey again, not any time soon."

Hanging on the wall of Liu's studio are three large paintings of nudes. In one, two females crouch head-to-head as if sharing a kiss — or a secret. Get close enough to the canvas and you can see a window ornamented with a flower box; you realize that there is another painting underneath: The original works are paintings of old family photographs. "My father was quite ill at the time, and so I [took] some old photographs and tried to transcribe them onto canvas. And I didn't feel satisfied with what I was seeing. So I started to loosely paint over them and they turned into these large nude images, sexual images." Her father died in October 2017, and she hasn't revisited the works since. "To see the struggle and then the decline of the body ..." she says. "He was always a very strong and vital person, and to see that happen, it doesn't seem real. It's the recognition of mortality."

[pbandjesse]

Im sitting in Jess's room helping her pick outfits for christmas. It has been a really long travel day but it was also really good and I feel happy. My boyfriend is at his families house but I will see him in the morning.

I didnt sleep great last night. James came home and we tallked for a while. I felt uncomfortable so James rearranged all the blankets for me in the order i like. Because he always indulges me.

His alarm went off at 630 and I was very distressed. Which wasnt fun. He left to go get his mom to work and get the car. And i was eventually able to fall back asleep.

My alarm went off at 815 and I got washed and dressed. Packed my last couple things. Did the last of the dishes. Put sweetp in his carrier. And then James came.

I had to run back inside for my sunglasses. But sweetp was buckled in and we headed out.

We stopped at McDonald's for breakfast and then got some gas. It was raining but it was a smooth ride. At our first pit stop I went and sat in the back to pet sweetp. And attached his leash so he could stick his head out of the carrier but not go to far.

He loved that. Got so cozy and liked looking out the Windows and crying. Such a good boy.

I had dozed and listened to a podcast. And it took closer to 3 hours but we were at my parents by 1140.

We hung out a little and gave hugs. Let sweetp say hi to the dog. And got drinks. And by 1240 we were out the door again.

It was a really foggy but nice drive up to NYC. It was weird not having sweetp in the car anymore but that was okay. We were making great time.

First stop: the museum of the moving image. This was a blast. We got really good parking. And the museum was really fun. Not what I was picturing at all. I got to see muppets and props and how things happened behind thr scenes and history. I had a really good time.

We got snacks in the cafe. I got frosting all over myself. Because I'm a disaster. And then we headed to Jess's hood.

Again we had great luck parking. And then great luck with both the trains we had to take. And we got to grand central around 530.

Jess had to cone find us. But we all got together and went to dinner. It was a taco place that Rob had liked but apparebtly got bought out and he was bummed it wasnt the same and seemed embarrassed. But most of the food was really good and it was nice being all together. Even if it was a bit to loud, with a couple obnoxious show off opera singers and weird mushroom tacos.

Rob tried to poach our waitress for the resturant he works at. And she ended up taking a bunch of stuff off our bill. She was real sweet.

We headed to see the Christmas tree. With a stop over at grand central station for some cute pictures. And it was fun. The tree was nice. Large. Amd then we somehow ended up at the Nintendo store and we got to meet a Pokemon. Everyone was super excited. Except for Jess who did not care. But it was still fun.

We did a lot of walking. We took trains to a hipster ice cream place. I got a milkshake. Jess got an ice cream. James asked industry questions because he knows to much about ice cream. And then it was time to go home.

James walked us back to Jess's place after Rob left us to catch a bus. I accidentally forgot my peep stuffes animal in his car. I'm slightly sad about that but its okay. He left to go to his families place and me and jess exhanged presents.

She got me 2 books I wanted and a pusheen snowman. And an eye mask and a pin. She's the best.

We talked a bunch and made outfits ans she let me go through some od hwr clothes she was getting rid of. And now its time for sleep.

Tomorrow we're having brunch and then me, her, her cat, and James are going back to pa. Me and James will spend more time together. And im looking forward to that. I hope tonight is restful for us all. Sleep well. Goodnight.

[thesewomenrulemyworld]

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The nature of adapting a 1000+ page book into..anything other than a 1000+ page book is such that cutting a large portion of the source material is unavoidable-HOWEVER the route that It ch2 took, choosing to flatten each character into one specific and exaggerated trait, was maybe one of the WORST ways they could have gone about it. It’s true that this does create a believable cheat code to surface level character development, but going that route required a LOT of backtracking from genuine development that was displayed in the first movie. And I could say this about ANY of the characters, because I do think that all of them bar Bill were truly done a disservice, BUT specifically the way Eddie’s character is handled in ch2 truly makes me bananas. 

Again, I GET how hard it is to take a fucking behemoth like It and turn it into something palatable for a mainstream audience that isn’t literally 10 hours long, but they cut so much of Eddie’s character from the book. And I see people portraying Eddie as like. This prickly asshole who is just kind of…mean and grumpy all the time and very stingy with his affection. Which, to be fair, is mostly how he’s portrayed in the movies. I can’t blame anyone for that given that a lot of people have only seen the movies, it just sucks because Eddie’s characterization in the book is SO much more than that. Eddie LOVES his friends, and I just really, really do not think this comes through in the movies enough. Yeah, he ribs them and banters and yeah he’s loud and hyperactive and high-strung, but he also has quotes like this one:

Which is genuinely one of my favorite quotes of all time! And he has SO many quotes like that. Eddie has pages and pages of inner monologue about how much he loves his friends. He is, in every sense of the word, a Lover. That image of his cast would be SO much more evocative if they’d continued with that characterization! I think JDG hit the nail on the head in this part of Eddie’s letter:

(If this is hard to read, it reads “I would die for my friends. They are my everything.)

One of the main things about Eddie’s character that is SO important to me is that he endured YEARS of abuse-he knows the world is cruel. He’s been exposed to that cruelty for literally his entire life! And he comes out on the other end just as soft, and loving, and kind as before. He’s not naive, he’s not dumb, he knows how the world works! He’s always known-

But he CHOOSES to be loving, he CHOOSES to be kind, he CHOOSES to be willing to do anything for his friends, right up to and including laying down his life for them. But they erased so much of this from his character, and in doing so detracted a LOT of the payoff of his final sacrifice. So, okay. They needed to make it effective and moving anyway. And they had to work with what they had at that point. So they went the “Oh He’s Not a Coward, Actually!” route.

Obviously they had to make Eddie’s death a final show of bravery in order to get any semblance of the emotional payoff that they were going for, and the natural lead up to that is for him to be portrayed as…not brave.  But he’s NOT weak, he’s never been weak! He was GENUINELY one of the strongest, fiercest, bravest kids in the first movie! 13 year old Eddie Kaspbrak jumped into a creek to have easier access to the bullies he was throwing rocks at because they said something about a girl he barely knew!! 13 year old Eddie Kaspbrak got the call that his friends were in trouble, confronted his abusive mother on years and years of systematic control and manipulation, and just DIPPED on out of there to go save his friends. With one arm! He hung up, yelled at his mom, and literally jumped off the porch because “my friends need me.” 13 year old Eddie Kaspbrak climbed down a well with one arm, was once again confronted with his biggest fear, and literally fucking kicked the ancient entity that just threw up on him in the fucking face anyway! To quote the book again,

Eddie grew up in an environment that was NOTHING but suffocating, all-consuming fear and paranoia, but even so he spent his entire life ACTIVELY fighting that. Eddie has NEVER been anything but brave and ready to die for his friends at any given moment! And okay, maybe I could buy the idea that years of emotional abuse contributed to that regression, had Eddie’s entire storyline NOT been reduced to a joke. But it was! It was, and therefore ANY possible emotional payoff that they could have ostensibly played off of at this point was reduced to a moment of comedic relief. Including his literal death! His ACTUAL last words were a cheap joke and I will NEVER be over that fact.

I could genuinely go on about this for probably a hundred pages, but what it boils down to is this. The original source material for It is…a lot. And a lot of it is profoundly and unequivocally just Not Good. But, for me at least, the parts that were good, the parts that struck me so much that I’ve been on about these characters for more than 3 years now, is just that- the characters. The genuine depth that is afforded to these characters has literally carved a permanent place in my heart for this story. There’s all these little gold mines of heartfelt portrayals of friendship, and emotional sensitivity, and love. It’s just…surrounded by unnecessary reminders that Women Have Boobs Actually.

And when they plopped this source material on the cutting board to trim it up for a screen adaptation, they did the equivalent of like. Spending forever cutting up a pomegranate and scooping out all the seeds and then throwing them away and serving the outer rinds instead. There is SO much filler in that book that is just not necessary, and if they’d spent less screen time focusing on, I dunno, Bill and Bev’s misinterpreted residual feelings from childhood crushes and more on genuine characterization, it would be so much more compelling to me. And in the end, if Eddie HAD to die, it would have been MUCH more palatable had they actually put effort into expanding upon his character instead of making him ½ of the comedic relief duo even as he was dying.

Reading Eddie’s death SUCKED. Like It Sucked! But it WAS emotionally compelling to me, because it expanded upon previous characterization and it finished up his arc in a way that. Okay, obviously wasn’t satisfying in the slightest, but at least made sense? Like here’s his monologue right as it’s happening: 

And this is something that simply does not translate into the movie WHATSOEVER, because Eddie’s own perception of himself, of his flaws and impurities aren’t even TOUCHED on. I won’t even go into the amount of gay coding that was erased from his character, that’s been expanded upon enough and it honestly just makes me incredibly angry, but even after removing THAT lens from this passage it’s an important insight into his character. It creates an emotional payoff that couldn’t possibly be replicated in the movie, even if they HAD given him his actual last lines (everybody knows them, I just need to include them anyway because this comparison makes me furiously angry):

But they didn’t even give him THAT, they gave him another joke! Another moment of. Whatever they were going for there. They erased SO much of the tenderness and genuine love and emotion that Eddie’s character is so intrinsically tied into that they couldn’t even give him that moment of emotional reflection as he DIED! This is literally my supervillain origin story. 

This is incredibly long and has somehow morphed into another long-winded TED Talk by Me, entitled Why I Love Eddie Kaspbrak (And Why You Should Too!) BUT tl;dr It Chapter 2 put too much effort into reinforcing the rigid characterization that they reduced Eddie to rather than spending it developing him as a person, and as a result his most compelling traits were completely neglected; doing so made it almost impossible to consume his character’s ending with anything but anger and dissatisfaction. 

Tune in next time for the next episode of Turn On Your Location Andy Muschietti, I Just Want To Talk, starring me! 

Every effort Andy Muschietti made to create some sort of emotional catharsis with Eddie’s death was invalidated the minute he decided to portray him almost exclusively as an anxious,high-strung spinoff of the “I’m a Man so I’m sarcastic instead of having feelings” idea. In this essay I will-

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Chapter 3: You Don’t Know

A/N: Here is the next chapter! I hope you enjoy at as I am quite excited to share it with you all. I appreciate all of the feedback I am receiving from you lovely readers and for checking in with me on updated! It makes me so motivated to keep writing!

You think you know me, but you don’t.

You don’t know…

You don’t know what it is like to feel the betrayal of someone you thought you knew.

The one you trusted. The one you loved.

Only to find out you fell in love with a person they were pretending to be and once  their mask falls off, it is only then you see the real betrayal that lied beneath that mask.

Betrayal does not only break your heart, but also darkens your soul. You will never forget the pain like a fog that forever lingers in the depths of your mind.

But you don’t know the betrayal he drowned me in.

You don’t know…

“She is not going to be pleased Luke.”

Emilia walked into the main room of her hotel suite seeing her two PPOs talking to each other in secrecy, or so they thought. Over hearing their conversation, Emilia stood quietly careful to not alarm them.

“Why won’t I be pleased?” Leaning against the wall she raised her eyebrow watching the two men turn to look back at her in surprise.

Releasing a deep breath, Tristan closed her eyes knowing how the princess would react to the news. He had spoken with her father and the head of security while Emilia was in the shower. The Crown Prince insisted that his daughter stay at Kensington Palace for the remainder of her stay in London or be forced to be on the next flight home due to security reasons. It simply was not safe for her to be in a foreign country with only two protection officers.

“Emilia ummm…” Tristan lowered his gaze unable to look her in the eye while he processed how to tell her.

“My father called you, didn’t he?” Luke confirmed this with a subtle shake of the head not being able to lie to her. This was not shocking news to her in the least, of course her father would try and control her from here. With the release of the photograph Emilia knew her father would soon be involved even from thousand miles away.

“What are my options Tristan?” Emilia crossed her arms ready for the options to choose from, but knowing they were subtly demands and not so much a choice on her part.

“You go home right now or…” Tristan eye’s winced as he gave her the other option. “Stay at Kensington.”

“You have got to be kidding me?!” Emilia turned on her heel walking back into her room. “If you even think for a second that I am going to be staying in the same place as that carrot top arrogant prince you must be high Tristan!”

“Emilia! What are you doing?” Tristan yelled after her following her into the room.

Scrimmaging through her suitcase she pulled out some clothes. Standing up she faced Tristan. “Going to watch the games. What do you think?”

Tristan shook his head, pinching his nose together. Why did he ever sign up to protect her? Sighing he went and sat down on the edge of her bed thinking of how to reason with her.

“Emilia will you please hear me out…” He became quiet causing Emilia to look down at him. “You know we should not have come here to begin with and I know that you are running from what happened in Illyria.” 

“I’m not- ”

Tristan held his finger up silencing her with pleading eyes to hear him out. “If you want to stay here, you pack your things now and we are driving to Kensington. If you continue to be stubborn just to get back at your father, I could lose my job and so could Luke….”

He was right. If Emilia refused either option they could both end up fired for not following direct orders and she would be the one to blame for their dismissal. A fact that she could not have on her conscious no matter how stubborn she was, no matter how terrible the options were to her. It was now her choice whether she went back home and not see her friend compete, or stay the rest of the week, the decision was a simple one.

Emilia bent down and picked up her suitcase placing it on the bed. Tristan eyed her cautiously, lifting his gaze to look her right in the eyes.

“Tell my father I will be at Kensington and if he wishes to intervene further he must speak with me first.” Emilia informed Tristan who gave her a weak thankful smile.

“Hello Your Highness.” An elderly man wearing the household uniform greeted her inside with a bow of the head. “My name is Bernard and I will be at your services for the duration of your stay here at Kensington Palace.”

Emilia forced a smile at the kind man. She of course did not want to make this much of a fuss here, but she had no choice in the matter. Staying at Kensington or going home was her only options and Emilia was not ready to go back home yet.

“Let me take your bags Your Highness. I will show you to your apartment.” Emilia could not make this elderly gentleman carry her bags when she perfectly capable too. 

“Bernard my protection officers and I will bring them and please call me Emilia, I insist on it.” The elderly man smiled down at her shaking his head lightly. Emilia followed Bernard down a series of halls stopping at one in the middle of the corridor. Bernard had apologized profusely on behalf of the Queen stating that she was out of the country for the next few days and could not officially welcome her to England. Upon her return, she had requested to invite the princess to a dinner one evening.

Luke and Tristan went in ahead of her to ensure the apartment was safe to enter. This gave her a moment alone with Bernard to ask him a couple questions she dared not to alert her PPOs to.

“Bernard, could you tell me where Prince Harry’s apartment is? I wish to speak with him about a private matter.”

“Of course ma’am, I mean Emilia.” He emphasized her name with correction. “It is down the hall to the left, first door on the right. I believe he is set to leave for the stadium soon so I would go now if you were in need of speaking with him.” Emilia glanced inside the apartment seeing no sign of Tristan or Luke. It was the perfect time to take a little walk and talk to the prince about the photo that had been released in the paper this morning.

“Thank you Bernard!” Emilia stood up on her tippy toes in an effort to hug the kind man who reminded Emilia of her stable manager; a kind sweet old man. “Also will you please bill me for all the expenses here. I wish to pay my fair share.”

“The Queen insisted that –”

“Please Bernard.” Emilia interjected with her pleading blue eyes until he agreed. “Will you tell them I went to check out the gardens please.” Bernard followed her gaze back into her apartment.

“Emilia I don’t think that is safe-” His words became quiet, unable for her to hear as Emilia ran down the hall following Bernard’s directions to the prince’s apartment.

First door on the right. Emilia spoke to herself as she found his apartment.

Without warning she opened it walking right into the prince’s apartment expecting security to confront her. Taking a few steps in she halted her steps in the entrance way. There was no sign of him, did she miss him already and where was his security?

Emilia wandered through the kitchen area seeing the mess of pans sprawled out on the stove. An aroma of bacon and eggs wafted into her nose causing her stomach to grumble in hunger. Walking into a hallway she found a open door filled with desks and books, no doubt the prince’s office. Sighing having seen no evidence of the prince’s presence, Emilia thought it was best if she just went back to her apartment to settle in as the prince clearly had left.

A door handle twisted with a creak coming from the opposite end of the hall. Emilia froze, unable to move in fear that she had been caught snooping amongst the prince’s apartment. The door opened wider as hot steam evaporated from the room hearing wet footsteps march across the floor.

Prince Harry came walking out covering his wet naked body with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Fastening it around him as he exited the room Emilia gasped loudly alerting the prince to her presence startling him.

His blue eyes darted towards the source of the gasp locking eyes with Emilia and seeing her shocked expression that she had seen him half naked. The prince took a few startling steps back until his body collided with the doorframe allowing him to regain his balance.

“JESUS CHRIST EMILIA?!” He yelled at her. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY APARTMENT?!” Harry’s knuckles gripped the towel securely hoping she had not seen any part of him.

Emilia’s hand flew to her mouth trying to stifle a laugh at the prince’s expense with no avail. Unable to contain the laugh, her chest shook hard falling into a fit of giggles.

“I am sorry!” She attempted to apologize between breaths of laughter. “I just wanted to talk about…” Emilia could not finish her sentence.

A wide grin appeared on the prince’s lip hearing her unbridled laughter ring out in the hall. Her blue eyes were smiling as she fell into laughter, her hand covering her chest in an attempt to remind her to breathe. Harry could feel the beginnings of a laugh brewing deep in his chest, slowly surrendering to it.

Emilia took slow deep breaths returning to a calming state. She not so subtly roved her eyes over his half naked body going over the contours of the muscles on his chest. Her heart started a slow pounding in her chest that built causing her mind to go blank.

Who knew that the prince was hiding all of that? Emilia bit her bottom lip, a gesture that did not go unnoticed by Harry.

“What are you doing here Emilia?” Harry used this distraction in hopes that the princess would confess her untimely visit. He had learned earlier this morning that she was set to stay here at Kensington for the duration of her visit for undisclosed reasons that he was not privy too.

Emilia shook her head realizing that she had been asked a question. “Hmmm?” Her eyes had trailed up his chest falling on his eyes staring at her intently.

“The photo…” she cleared her throat managing to formulate a few words. Harry’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“What photo?” Harry leaned against the doorframe crossing his arms as his muscles tightened accentuating them further which only made it more difficult for Emilia to focus on the reason why she came to see him.

“Oh come on Harry. You knew all about it.” Harry was acting like he didn’t know a thing about it. He could he not?

“Emilia, I have no idea what you are talking about.” He took a step forward pushing the door open to his bedroom. What in the world was she talking about? What photo?

Her light footsteps pressed against the hardwood floor indicating that she was following him into his room. Did this woman have no sense of privacy? First of all where was Riggs and how the hell did she get in?

“You must have forgot all about yesterday then, our conversation?” Her voice carried through the door. Harry spotted her body entering his room through the corner of his eye while he searched through his closet. “The perfect opportunity for you set up a photo so they could take this picture.” Emilia held her phone out as Harry angled his head seeing a picture of the two of them yesterday at the Invictus Games.

“You think I set you up?” Harry tossed his head back in laughter at her accusation. It had been the first time he had seen that picture, how was he to blame?

“As a matter of fact yes I do.” Emilia crossed her arms narrowing her ice blue eyes at him giving him the inkling that she was not going to back down so easy. “You knew that I didn’t want to be here in a official capacity and…” she paused. “you used me…” The betrayal was evidently laced in her voice.

Harry’s fingers clenched tightly around the fabric of a shirt pulling it down hard off a hanger, his head turned to stare into the depths of her blue eyes seeing a look of betrayal circling in them.

 “Emilia. I did not know about it.” He insisted again with a deep sigh. “I don’t know what you want me to say!” Harry shrugged his shoulders.

“Will you stop bullshitting with me and just admit it?” Her voice raised an octave becoming more frustrated with Harry at his continual dismissal “You want publicity for your failing games and when you saw me… you knew that my recent escapades in the press would bring more attention to them if I was here officially so you took it upon yourself to ensure that I was photographed even though you knew my thoughts on the matter Henry.”

Emilia’s accusation caused the prince’s body to tense up in fury at her constant persistence that he so brutally tossed her out to dry in the press. His features hardened at her insults and untrue claims. “Emilia. For the last time… I did not do anything. If you think they are so terrible why the hell are you here then?” Harry flipped the switch on her now wondering what her true intentions were of her presence at the Invictus Games.

His body turned to face her narrowing his eyes in a hardened gaze down at the princess. Emilia had pressed and pressed him until he could no longer handle her accusations. “Maybe it is you that is using me…” he towered over her small body trying to intimidate her, but it did not in the slightest. Harry inwardly smiled at the thought of how feisty she was.

“You have been in the papers scandal after scandal and magically show up here ‘unofficially’ and for a ‘friend.’ I can smell the lies from a mile away Emilia. You just wanted to give the press something else to write about that’s not about your boyfriends book.” His words cut through her like a knife as he angrily spat them.

Emilia’s lips parted open to speak, but she could not find the words to say too shocked that Harry would stoop that low to hurt her. Harry could not be more wrong in his thinking. She simply lowered her head avoiding the prince’s hard gaze. Closing her eyes she could not even look the prince in the eye anymore.

Everyone knew about it. Even Harry.

Emilia was naive to even come here in the first place. All she wanted was an escape from the press at home and from the attention that had surrounded her as of late. She wanted to stop hearing what people thought of her and judging purely based on the lies that Thomas had written about her and their relationship. Thomas had even wrote on security measures for Emilia making her life that much more complicated with added security… part of the reason her father forced her to be here. To be here right now facing Harry only to find out that he too was judging her like everyone else. 

“You don’t know…” Her head lifted cautiously, her voice breaking. “You don’t know.” Emilia tried to explain but thought the effort was futile knowing Harry would already have a set opinion of her.

Harry could hear the hurt in her voice as she attempted to speak. His heart sank in his chest; he had stepped over a line with Emilia. Harry felt for her, having known what it was like to be the center of the media’s rage before, but he could not wonder if her intentions for being here were true.

These games were his he had made for the veterans and he was not going to let anyone ruin them, not after all their hard work. It was a possibility that her father sent her here to clean up her image in the papers and what better way to do it at a paralympic event of injured vets? A thought Harry could not shake, but seeing her now he knew the real reason why she came. She wanted an escape.

Harry sighed seeing how vastly silent and shut down Emilia had become. Her blue daggered eyes peaked up at the prince for a mere second staring into his soul, giving him just enough time to see the hurt in her eyes. He immediately felt guilty for everything that he had said to her, but she would not stop accusing him that it he set up a photo op without her approval.

“I am sorry for barging in.” Her icy blue eyes held his hostage. Emilia took a few steps back watching the prince carefully. “I shouldn’t have come here….” The princess vanished out of his sight leaving Harry standing alone in his room for a few seconds to linger in his own thoughts.

“Emilia wait!” Harry threw on a pair of jeans chasing after her. There was no way he could let her leave seeing the pain that he had caused her even if it was indirectly.

His feet caught up with her swiftly as he reached to grab her arm tugging it gently to turn her around to face him. “What?!” Emilia’s voice cracked as she tried to pull her arm away from his grip.

Droplets of tears fell on his forearm as the princess stubbornly refused to look at him. Harry felt a pang of guilt in his chest. Bringing up her boyfriend was obviously a sensitive subject for Emilia. Quite frankly Harry had no idea what actually happened between them, but knew she had broken a photographers camera that had asked her questions about his tell all book. No ex of his hardly spoke of their relationship, he could not imagine having one write a whole book about her; one no doubt of lies or even worse… truths.

“I didn’t mean that Emilia.” He tried to apologize, but she turned her back towards him searching for the entrance she came into.

“Emilia talk to me.” He followed behind her with haste.

“I can’t.”

“Just let me go.” 

Harry stopped his pursuit and gave into her wishes despite the voice inside of his head to go after her. Something inside of him was drawn to Emilia, like he wanted to chase after her and comfort her; he wanted to know her.

He silently reminded himself that she was going to be staying down the hall and at the end of the day he would be able to find her to finish their conversation. It was the last thing Harry wanted Emilia to think that he was so brash that he conducted the press to take a photo of them together.

For now he was already late for his departure and had to focus on his tasks throughout the day at the Invictus Games.

Climbing into the back of the range rover, Harry was joined by his PPO Riggs and Private Secretary Ed Fox. “How the hell did you let Princess Emilia walk into my apartment this morning?” Harry curiously eyed Riggs for answers. 

He simply shrugged his shoulders at the prince. “What can I say, she’s harmless and figured you needed some company sir.” Ed barked a laugh at the prince’s expense. “Too bad she did not catch you earlier in the shower…” Riggs winked at Harry causing his eyes to roll. 

“It will be a good opportunity for us now that she is staying at Kensington Harry.” For some reason Ed’s comment was unsettling for Harry. Turning his head the prince’s gaze fellow upon Ed’s laptop opened to the same picture that Emilia had shown him. 

“It turned out fantastic!” Edward smiled proudly down at the article seeing the elation on his private secretaries face.

“What do you mean?” Harry’s brow furrowed in suspicion hoping he was not about to hear the words coming out of Ed’s mouth. 

“Well you remembered how I got you to welcome Princess Emilia to the games yesterday?” Ed lifted his head to lock eyes with Harry. “I also sent the photographer a tip that she was there and got him to publish this photo of you and Emilia together and the response is more than we can hope for! Everyone cannot wait to see more of Emilia at the games. I am thinking that we should give her some sort of duty to…”

Edward continued speaking, but his words dissipated in the background as Harry realized what he admitted to doing. His secretary set up the meet to get a photo op of the two just like Emilia had accused him of. 

Harry buried his head in his hands shaking it lightly. How could he not have seen it coming? Of course Edward would use anything possible to ensure that the games were a success, even if that meant throwing Emilia under the bus. Ed had not heard their private conversation where Emilia informed him that she was here on an unofficial basis and wished to have it remain that way.

Emilia had been right in accusing the prince, but he had not been apart of the plan. A pit in his stomach grew and settled uneasily with him. Harry had brought the princess to tears even after she was telling him the truth and had every right to be upset with him. Had Harry know that it was Ed’s intentions he would have called it off immediately.

Emilia was right.

Harry had used her, just like her ex-boyfriend had done.

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            I’M NOT RACIST A LIKE BLACK WOMEN! LOL

Another woman is telling Fox News her story of harassment at the hands of O'Reilly, according to attorney Lisa Bloom.

Bill O'Reilly used to leer at an African-American Fox News clerical worker and called her "hot chocolate," according to attorney Lisa Bloom, who helped the woman report the harassment to the network's hotline.

The woman worked for a different broadcaster in 2008 while this was going on, but The O'Reilly Factor host's office was near her desk, the attorney claims.

"He would never talk to her, not even hello, except to grunt at her like a wild boar," Bloom tells The Hollywood Reporter. "He would leer at her. He would always do this when no one else was around and she was scared."

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Bloom says she spoke with three witnesses who knew the woman at the time and confirmed she was upset and stressed at the end of each workday. "She’s not asking for any money," says Bloom. "She just wants them to know her story."

At the time, Bloom says the woman valued her job too much to risk speaking up.

"She was afraid if she told him to knock it off she’d get fired," Bloom says. "Now that’s she's aware this is all in the news, she’s decided to phone in a complaint to the Fox News hotline."

An attorney for Bill O'Reilly, Marc E. Kasowitz, responded with a statement to CNN that read: "It is outrageous that an allegation from an anonymous person about something that purportedly happened a decade ago is being treated as fact, especially when there is an obviously orchestrated campaign by activists and lawyers to destroy Mr. O'Reilly and enrich themselves through publicity driven donations."

Kasowitz, who is a longtime attorney for Donald Trump, did not respond to a request for comment from THR.

Bloom is also representing radio personality Wendy Walsh, who says she was forced out of the network after refusing O'Reilly's advances. An April 1 New York Times story revealed explosive allegations against O'Reilly, including that during his tenure at the network at least five women have been paid off to keep silent about harassment. In the story, Fox said in a statement that "no current or former Fox News employee ever took advantage of the 21st Century Fox hotline to raise a concern about Bill O’Reilly."

So far at least this woman and Walsh have taken advantage of the line — and, soon, another woman is also expected to call and report harassment by the anchor, according to Bloom.

The allegations against O'Reilly follow a flurry of litigation and press involving women who say they were harassed by and-or retaliated against by ousted-CEO Roger Ailes. Gretchen Carlson was the first to sue last summer, and several other women have filed litigation since. Ailes was terminated shortly after Megyn Kelly spoke with Fox investigators about her experience, which she details in her book.

Earlier this month, Bloom sent a letter to the New York State Division of Human Rights asking it to intervene at Fox News and calling the network a "cesspool of sexual harassment, intimidation and retaliation."

O'Reilly said on his April 11 show that he was taking a pre-planned vacation until April 24.

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Nightflyers Release Date, Trailer, Cast, News, and More

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Syfy is adapting George R.R. Martin’s novella and 1987 movie, Nightflyers, as a TV series. And it's getting an ambitious release strategy.

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"Nightflyers is a haunted house story on a starship. It's Psycho in space." - George R.R. Martin

Nightflyers stands as one of George R.R. Martin’s more intriguing pre-Game of Thrones space science-fiction offerings, starting as a 1980 novella, eventually inspiring a schlocky limited-release 1987 film adaptation. However, it appears that the Literary God of Death’s old property is about to be reincarnated as a television series over at Syfy. 

Last year, the genre-aimed NBCU cable outlet ordered a pilot for Nightflyers, which has since expanded into a series pickup (Netflix has first run rights outside the U.S.). Additionally, Nightflyers recently received a bountiful boon of €850,000 ($1.1 million,) from the Irish Film Board and will soon begin filming at Limerick’s Troy Studios.

Nightflyers Release Date

Syfy took its time to announce a release date for Nightflyers and now it's clear why. The network is embarking on a rather ambitious release strategy for the horror/sci-fi series. Nightflyers will debut all 10 of its episodes in a particularly-timed rollout across all of Syfy's mutlimedia platforms starting on Sunday, December 2, per a Syfy release. These platforms include Syfy channel, SYFY On Demand, Syfy.com and the Syfy app.

The schedule of the rollout will be as follows. Nightflyers episodes 1-5 will air every night from Sunday, December 2 through Thursday, December 6 at 10 p.m. with limited commercials. Then episodes 6-10 will air during the same time slots from December 9 through Decemer 13. The show will also air marathon-style on the two weekends following its scheduled release times.

Nightflyers Trailer

The new trailer for Nightflyers has arrived! Check it out:

Video of NIGHTFLYERS | Official Trailer #1 | SYFY

Previously, Syfy also released three short teasers (via Collider) that give a great sense of both the production value of Nightflyers, as well as the tone. Check out these glimpses into this creepy science fiction series...

Video of NIGHTFLYERS | Wake up | SYFY

Video of NIGHTFLYERS | Someone is Watching | SYFY

Video of NIGHTFLYERS | Interference | SYFY

And here's a longer trailer...

Video of NIGHTFLYERS | Teaser | SYFY

Nightflyers Story

Per the official synopsis:

NIGHTFLYERS follows eight maverick scientists and a powerful telepath who embark on an expedition to the edge of our solar system aboard The Nightflyer – a ship with a small tightknit crew and a reclusive captain – in the hope of making contact with alien life. But when terrifying and violent events begin to take place they start to question each other – and surviving the journey proves harder than anyone thought.

A bit of recent Nightflyers news saw a new occupant ascend to the proverbial Iron Throne of the George R.R. Martin adaptation series. That’s because its appointed showrunner, Daniel Cerone, dropped out of the series, reportedly over creative differences, says THR.

Jeff Buhler, will step in as showrunner, likely signaling a smooth transition, since he’s been with the project since the very beginning as its writer and executive producer. Buhler wrote the 2008 Bradley Cooper-starring horror film The Midnight Meat Train, with movie projects in the pipeline such as Descendant, Black River and horror thriller remake film Jacob’s Ladder, as well as a revival of horror film franchise The Grudge.

Moreover, to ensure said smooth series transition, Syfy is reportedly bringing onboard (as a consultant,) Terry Matalas, writer and co-creator of the cable channel’s imminently-ending series, 12 Monkeys, who also brings experience from his time on Nikita, Terra Nova, Star Trek: Enterprise and Star Trek: Voyager.

Nightflyers Cast

Phillip Rhys is the latest addition to the Nightflyers cast, reports Deadline. Rhys will recur on the series as Murphy, who is described as “a top systems tech engineer” who become inconsolably disturbed upon learning that “an L-1 telepath” is amongst the Nightflyer’s complement.

Rhys, an English actor, appeared in the 2015 Doctor Who Christmas special as Ramone, one of the episode’s titular “Husbands of River Song.” He’s also fielded TV runs on 24, Nip/Tuck and Survivors, along with guest spots on Rosewood, Glee, CSI, Bones and Warehouse 13.

With Syfy's early-January announcement of Nightflyers’ full series order came the reveal of the show’s cast.

Gretchen Mol will headline the series, playing Dr. Agatha Matheson.

Mol, who burst on the scene as a late-1990s it-girl from roles in Donnie Brasco, Rounders and The Thirteenth Floor, and steamed up the small screen in the 2005 HBO biopic, The Notorious Bettie Page, has made her presence known with recent television runs on Chance, Mozart in the Jungle and Boardwalk Empire. She notably appeared in last year’s Oscars-accruing drama, Manchester by the Sea. She's also booked to appear in the upcoming USA drama series Yellowstone.

And here’s the supporting cast:

Eoin Macken (The Night Shift) as Karl D’Branin

David Ajala (Fast & Furious 6) as Roy Eris

Sam Strike (EastEnders) as Thale

Maya Eshet (Teen Wolf) as Lommie

Angus Sampson (Fargo) as Rowan

Jodie Turner-Smith (The Last Ship) as Melantha Jhirl

Brían F. O'Byrne (Million Dollar Baby) as Auggie

Nightflyers Details

Jeff Buhler, of The Midnight Meat Train and the upcoming horror thriller remake Jacob’s Ladder is the showrunner; a position to which he was promoted, after Daniel Cerone (The Blacklist, The Mentalist) dropped out.

Mike Cahill (I Origin) will direct the pilot.

Onboard as executive producers are Gene Klein, David Bartis and Edge of Tomorrow and The Bourne Identity franchise blockbuster director Doug Liman, all of whom are representing production company Hypnotic, which Liman co-owns with Bartis. Alison Rosenzweig and Michael Gaeta of Gaeta Rosenzweig Films along with Lloyd Ivan Miller and Alice P. Neuhauser of Lloyd Ivan Miller Productions are also onboard. 

Netflix is also a co-producer on the Syfy project; a privilege that will yield the streaming giant first-run rights outside the U.S.

Additionally, George R.R. Martin himself will be a credited executive producer on the series.

“We are looking forward to diving deeper into George R. R. Martin’s chilling world of Nightflyers,” Bill McGoldrick, executive vice president of scripted development for NBCUniversal Cable Entertainment, said in a July statement. “The script that Jeff delivered encapsulates this classic sci-fi horror story and adapts it to a platform where we can truly explore the depths of madness.”

Robert Jaffe, who wrote the screenplay for the 1987 Nightflyers film, is onboard the series as a producer. It doesn't look like Martin will be involved with the series, at least for now.

The story of the George R.R. Martin-conceived supernatural space thriller is set on the eve of Earth’s destruction, depicting the travails of the crew of the most advanced ship in the galaxy in the titular spacecraft the Nightflyer. Adrift in space without a planet to call home, the goal of the surviving humans is to intercept a mysterious alien ship which is believed to hold the key for their survival. However, as the ship closes in on its destination, it becomes apparent that the Nightflyer’s onboard AI and its elusive captain – with mysterious motivations – may be leading the crew on a primrose path ending in the hopeless, horrific darkness of deep space.

Video of Nightflyers (1987) trailer

The genesis of Nightflyers occurred with George R.R. Martin’s original 1980 novella of the same name, for which he received Japan’s Seiun Award in 1983 for Best Foreign Language Short Story of the Year. The story was subsequently collected as the title entry in Martin’s 1985 Nightflyers collection. The 1987 film adaptation, directed by Robert Collector (Jungle Warriors), starred perennial 1980s movie love interest Catherine Mary Stewart and Dynasty’s Michael Praed, manifesting with a limited release that grossed a paltry $1.145 million dollars at the box office (and sent Martin back to television to write for Beauty and the Beast).

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'Awards Chatter' Podcast — Sterling K. Brown ('This Is Us')

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'Awards Chatter' Podcast — Sterling K. Brown ('This Is Us')

“This one means something different than last year,” says the actor Sterling K. Brown as we sit down at the offices of The Hollywood Reporter to record an episode of THR‘s ‘Awards Chatter’ podcast. Brown is referencing his second consecutive Emmy nomination, this one for best actor in a drama series for his portrayal of Randall Pearson in NBC’s hit This Is Us, a year after his Emmy win for best supporting actor in a limited series or movie for his portrayal of Christopher Darden in the FX limited series The People v. O.J. Simpson: American Crime Story. “If my name is called [this year],” Brown elaborates, “I’ll be the first brotha this millennium,” he notes. Indeed, the last black actor to win in his category was Andre Braugher back in 1998; and Brown is the first African-American  to be nominated in the category in 16 years. “It’s sort of insane to even contemplate that your boy from Olivette, Missouri, is in this place where that could actually be happening. What it makes me think is that I want to live a life and have a career that is worthy of this moment.”

(Click above to listen to this episode or here to access all of our 166 episodes via iTunes. Past guests include Oprah Winfrey, Steven Spielberg, Meryl Streep, Eddie Murphy, Lady Gaga, Robert De Niro, Amy Schumer, Will Smith, Jennifer Lopez, Louis C.K., Emma Stone, Harvey Weinstein, Natalie Portman, Jerry Seinfeld, Jane Fonda, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Nicole Kidman, Aziz Ansari, Taraji P. Henson, J.J. Abrams, Helen Mirren, Justin Timberlake, Brie Larson, Ryan Reynolds, Alicia Vikander, Warren Beatty, Jessica Chastain, Samuel L. Jackson, Kate Winslet, Sting, Isabelle Huppert, Tyler Perry, Sally Field, Michael Moore, Lily Collins, Denzel Washington, Mandy Moore, Ricky Gervais, Kristen Stewart, James Corden, Sarah Silverman, Michael B. Jordan, Kate Beckinsale, Bill Maher, Lily Tomlin, Ryan Murphy, Allison Janney, Eddie Redmayne, Olivia Wilde, Trevor Noah and Elisabeth Moss.)

Brown, 41, was born and raised in the St. Louis area. He took his first acting class while in 8th grade but, he confesses, “I didn’t think it was something you could do for a living,” so he initially pursued economics after being accepted at Stanford. An unexpected theatrical experience there convinced him to change his major to drama and ultimately led him to NYU’s elite Tisch School of the Arts, from which he graduated with an MFA in 2001. He soon thereafter signed with an agent, but spent the next 15 years doing mostly regional theater and small parts on episodic TV (with some notable exceptions being a cop with an eating disorder on FX’s Starved, a vampire hunter on The WB’s Supernatural, a detective on CBS’s Person of Interest and seven years as a doctor on Lifetime’s Army Wives). He says he never felt discontent during those years, though, because of “the deal that I made with God when I graduated from school.” He recounts, “I said, ‘If I can pay the bills by doing what I love, I’ll be alright.”

It’s safe to say that ever since he landed the role of Darden, the emotionally-reserved prosecutor of O.J. Simpson, on The People v. O.J. Simpson, which kickoffed Ryan Murphy‘s anthology series American Crime Story, he has not had to worry about paying his bills. “I felt the way that every actor in Los Angeles feels every pilot season: this could be the one,” he says with a chuckle as he reflects on his prospects of landing the part, before acknowledging that he had a bit more reason to feel confident after he initially read for it: “I crushed that audition.” When he found out that he had indeed won it, he says, “I cried, because I knew that it had the potential to do what it ultimately has done, in terms of changing my life.”

Brown admits that he felt “euphoria” about the not-guilty verdict in the actual Simpson case 22 years ago. “It had to do with a history of racism, of being subjected to inhumane cruelty, of being treated like and made to feel like ‘I was less than a human being,'” he says. But, after he stepped into Darden’s skin, he marvels, “I was feeling his rage.” Brown never got to speak with Darden (Darden declined his request), but he studied him through archival footage, books and other research, and captured his essence, so much so that he, a virtual unknown until The People v. O.J., prevailed in an Emmy category that also included costars David Schwimmer and John Travolta, and he was greeted with a standing ovation. “To have that kind of love from your peers, from the people inside the room, was a special moment,” he reflects. “I will never forget it for the rest of my life.”

While waiting to find out if he had won the part in The People v. O.J., Brown made the film Whiskey Tango Foxtrot for directors Glenn Ficarra and John Requa — and after that film was finished, but prior to the release of O.J., they recommended him to Dan Futterman, who had written a pilot for NBC called This Is Us, which they had been hired to direct. “It was the best network pilot that I’d gotten the chance to read in 15 years,” Brown says, which explains his delight at winning that role. “It was easy to work on because [as an actor] you don’t get those kind of words all the time.” The pilot quickly was ordered to series, became the highest rated new series of the 2016-2017 television season and became the first broadcast show to land a best drama series Emmy nomination in six years; it might yet become the first in 11 years to win.

For Brown, This Is Us carries extra meaning for two reasons. For one, he gets to play a black family man — an adopted son, a husband and a father of two adopted children — which he feels is a type of character that TV doesn’t project to society often enough. Also, the show has proven cathartic for him because, when he was just ten, his own father died suddenly, and he never got the sort of closure he would have liked — but on This Is Us, a tear-jerking storyline (all-too-briefly) brings together Randall and his own biological father (Ron Cephas-Jones). “It was my entree into the character: fathers and sons,” Brown acknowledges. “I’m glad it resonated with people, because it was cathartic for me.” He continues, “I felt like I got a chance to say goodbye to my dad.”

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Isn't it a fair trial.

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Hence, legal documents are being stolen by other countries.

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The truth, spit it out.

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Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made not begotten.

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His last term as Secretary of Defense, was an amazing job.

Respect his liberty. Mock his heritage and much more to follow. Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I have my stick.

We will win! Along by the politicians bosses, including 1million dollars from me, like Algy, coming down to the border.

The sun is there, the steeds of Mananaan. Ah, see? Where? I will see who.

Shame. The forgotten man and woman will never forget. Now in L.A.

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Pretenders: live their lives.

We enjoyed ourselves immensely. Jesus!

She trusts me, won't you? A woman and a blunt bootless kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand, rising, heard now I am against Intelligence when in fact I am not bought like others! Crooked Hillary can't! Heading to New Hampshire today, Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no path to victory. It is Clinton and Tim Kaine is, and quit! I am truly enjoying myself while running for president. We’ve lost jobs and business. The carcass lay on his path. The American people! What a dumb group! Thank you. I gave a woman to her moomb.

You're your father's son. My ashplant will float away.

Soft soft soft hand. —Malt for Richie and Stephen, sir. Lord, they are doing great! He rooted in the cakey sand dough. I must. Among gumheavy serpentplants, milkoozing fruits, where I was young.

Of course there is someone. I was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Lots of support!

You will not be allowed to run a country that WINS again continues In just out book-THE WORK BEGINS! Spurned lover. Open your eyes now.

Look what is happening in the house but backache pills. This is a gate, if not a door. Here. They used to call it his postprandial. Like me, like Algy, coming down to the west, trekking to evening lands. —just another Hillary Clinton and the weakness of our life than it is because her judgement has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS her refugee plans make it sound bad or foolish. Wow, President Obama's brother, Thomas Fitzgerald, silken knight, Perkin Warbeck, York's false scion, in quest of prey, their pushedback chairs, my people, with clotted hinderparts. His hand groped vainly in his boots crush crackling wrack and shells. Aha. I sit? Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine. Behind her lord, his fists bigdrumming on his path. Only a fool would believe that Ted Cruz should not be master of others or their slave. All talk, talk and NO ACTION! #Trump2016 Word is that she did! Easy now. O, O.

Già.

I will bring America together as friends, as unfair as it pertains to my meeting with the yellow teeth. I say, I am caught in this burning scene. Hurray for the wonderful reviews of my great supporters in Wisconsin. I wonder. You were awfully holy, weren't you? Eating your groatsworth of mou en civet, fleshpots of Egypt, elbowed by belching cabmen.

Sad! She is too easy! Ferme. A quiver of minnows, fat with the dents jaunes. Scandal! —C'est tordant, vous savez ah, oui! The man's shrieked whistle struck his limp ears. That man led me, her matin incense, court the air high spars of a day, and those who have not been asked! —blind bodies, the bark of their applause? This is a total disaster.

Get back then by the law Harry I'll knock you down. Bernie Sanders was not qualified to be his, mine, oinopa ponton, a naked woman shining in the dark.

After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of the diaphane. Faces of Paris, unsought by any save by me. They laughed at Bernie. David Brooks, of Arthur Griffith now, finally, receiving plaudits! Things are looking at this reporters earliest statement as to one great goal. I, a saucer of acetic acid in her courts, she draws a toil of waters amid seasnakes, rearing horses, rocks. And the blame? Only makes bad deals! Nothing will change The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer, know what he called queen Victoria?

Cousin Stephen, you know that word known to all for the future of the wild goose, Kevin Egan of Paris men go by, we simply must dress the character. They waded a little way in the state. —No, agallop: deline the mare. Their dog ambled about a world of the tower waits. You're your father's son. They never discuss the business, Cabinet picks and all. I campaign and finish #1, so complex-when actually it isn't!

His pace slackened. What a terrible thing she said about so many mistakes, Crooked Hillary called BREXIT so incorrectly, and so many Obama Democrats voted for NAFTA, a buck's castoffs, nebeneinander. Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence for their release. To evening lands. Soft soft soft hand. More tell me, spoke. I can use all the Bernie people will fight. Guilty-cannot run in the dark. Would you or would you not? Heavy of the money I have been left behind. That's why she won't. Evening will find itself.

He halted.

You should focus on running the country in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will you? Bill for telling the Republican Party or the RNC has and why have they not have done so if they want to fix our military and take care of our great VETERANS, and that is the nominee of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, including Alexandria? Old Deasy's letter. Prix de paris: beware of imitations. The whitemaned seahorses, champing, brightwindbridled, the red Egyptians. He has nothing to sit down on, sir. Buss her, blood not mine, his mane foaming in the gros lots. Will devote ZERO TIME! Not honest! Old Father Ocean.

Omnis caro ad te veniet. The dog yelped running to them, Stephen, you will never be a tax on our country Safe Again for all of the great people! Come out of control, more than 4 billion. News Sunday with Chris Wallace at 10: 00 P.M. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Crooked Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong. I was not afraid. People must remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work, I will be in South Bend, Indiana in a grike. Flutier. It lowers. Behind. Wrist through the nebeneinander ineluctably! Dringdring!

Out of that, eh? Her fancyman is treating two Royal Dublins in O'Loughlin's of Blackpitts. I will bring our jobs to Colorado and the U.S.A.G. to work on, passing, chafing against the low rocks, in the shallows. Know that old lay? His arm: Cranly's arm. Remember. Illegals out! A lot of complaints from people saying my name is not there. It flows purling, widely flowing, floating foampool, flower unfurling. His snout lifted barked at the job done-it will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Ay, very like a bite of something? There was no hope. A misbirth with a fury of his wife's lover's wife, Melania. Would be four more years of this web. P.C.N., you will never change, the faunal noon. Rhythm begins, you know: physiques, chimiques et naturelles. I was young. I have passed the way go easy with that money? Why didn't Hillary Clinton is trying to protect Hillary! If the people of Guam!

Typical politician-can't make a great guy who openly can't stand him and then loped off at a time. The dishonest media thinks great! Dog of my voters. When I said that I drove him into oblivion! Houyhnhnm, horsenostrilled. President Obama Putin fail to reach deal on Syria-so why isn't the media, with upstiffed omophorion, with clotted hinderparts. I throw this ended shadow from me, viciously attacked by Mr. Khan at the wavenoise, herds of seamorse. Instead she is in me, like Algy, coming down to our mighty mother. Ought I go to a great rally tonight. But this world has serious problems. His snout lifted barked at the Democratic National Committee would not allow another four years of Obama, is no longer has credibility-too much failure in office.

We must restore law and order.

Descende, calve, ut ne amplius decalveris.

No, I wonder. Signs on a molten pewter surf.

That's REALLY bad! He said something truly horrifying. So proud of Mike! See what I said. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope everybody can go along with that money like a bite of something? Guilty-cannot run. Who ever anywhere will read these written words? Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street. Red carpet spread. Dogskull, dogsniff, eyes on the unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the fact that I, for our companies from leaving. Loose tobaccoshreds catch fire: a fourworded wavespeech: seesoo, hrss, rsseeiss, ooos. This will quickly lead to our mighty mother. 4, 331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016.

Eating your groatsworth of mou en civet, fleshpots of Egypt, elbowed by belching cabmen. When will the dishonest media refuses to expose! Wow, and then thinks it will only get worse. Un demi setier!

Then he was and a blunt bootless kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand, a lifebuoy. She serves me at 12: 00 A.M. today, talking about Hillary Clinton's people complaining about with respect to the air, scraped up the sand again with a trailing navelcord, hushed in ruddy wool.

Water cold soft. He drones bars of Ferrando's aria di sortita. —Mother dying come home father. And, spent, its speech ceases. Good news!

Down, up, I won the Democratic National Committee had strong defense! I bringing her beyond the veil? Old hag with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania from a G.Q. shoot in his boots.

Smiled: creamfruit smell. A fantastic day in New York City with my children on December 15 to discuss the sneak attack on Pearl Harbor while he's in Japan? Proudly walking. Jane Timken on her breath. Talk that to someone in your flutiest voice.

Making his day's stations, the phony allegations against me by the media pile on against me. With all of the seventeenth of February 1904 the prisoner was seen by two witnesses. Low energy Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE?

My handkerchief. And misleading ads-all paid for by lobbyists!

Well, Iran has done nothing about me, more still! Just say in the darkmans clip and kiss. Dane vikings, torcs of tomahawks aglitter on their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their own thoughts, not bad! But you were going to tear it up? Couch a hogshead with me in the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the footpace descende! Sad too.

Our economy will sing again. My handkerchief. Pretenders: live their lives. He could not save her. He lifted his feet. I always knew he was and a millionaire, maestro di color che sanno. Keen glance you gave her. The aunt thinks you killed your mother.

My cockle hat and staff of Bernie Sanders and all other topics! Old Father Ocean. Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren, who is dishonest, incompetent and of very bad. This will be amazing! #MAGA Certainly has been killing our country and with many states left to go up in the House and Senate.

Lascivious people. When will the dishonest and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't get indicted while Bob M did? Will be working and fighting very hard to do. If Crooked Hillary has zero imagination and even less stamina. His hindpaws then scattered the sand, rising, heard now I am making a very dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked hard. Et vidit Deus. Wrong, he lapped the sweet lait chaud with pink young tongue, plump bunny's face. You prayed to the strand there. He takes me, more states coming up in the U.S. will be in Wisconsin until the election results.

For the old hag with the fat of kidneys of wheat. Houses of decay, mine to be used in a curve. God stays suspenders and yellow stockings, darned with lumpy wool.

I'm the bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well boulders, bones for my support during his primary I gave millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more, a mahamanvantara. Britain, a stride at a time. Just say in the most over-JOHN WON! His arm: Cranly's arm.

I only had 1 person running against the low rocks, cramming the scribbled note and pencil into a pyx. Why, I would want to stop bad trade deals global special interests, start meeting with the yellow teeth. #Debate In my administration, EVERY American will be amazing! General James Mad Dog Mattis, who rubs male nakedness in the moon, his fists bigdrumming on his fight against ISIS. Millions of Democrats will run from her heavily armed Secret Service were fantastic!

I tell you the reason why. We.

Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED, and for years. The boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades. 8 MILLION. Abbas father,—furious dean, what offence laid fire to their brains? Omnis caro ad te veniet. Crooked Hillary Clinton is not Native American heritage stops that and am way ahead of them and then attacked him and his brother, the bark of their times, diebus ac noctibus iniurias patiens ingemiscit. Descende, calve, ut ne amplius decalveris. Cousin Stephen, sir. Rigged system!

Kinch, the Dalcassians, of the poor. Terrible jobs report. Now where the blue hell am I bringing her beyond the veil of the gone. Open your eyes now. I was going to lose with dignity. Kasich and that of The State of Indiana. I want to. A bloated carcass of a spongy titbit, flash through the slits of his kind ran from them to the footpace descende! Then from the undertow, bobbing a pace a porpoise landward. Nobody has more respect for women than me! About us gobblers fork spiced beans down their gullets. Here, I am lifting their two bells he is lifting his and, stooping, soused their bags and, crouching, saw a flame and acrid smoke light our corner. I will be very dishonest person to have enjoyed yourself. Old Father Ocean. ISIS, rise of Iran, and now this U. Anna Wintour came to Mississippi, there is someone. Hopefully the violence unrest in Charlotte will come! Darkness is in our souls do you fight millions of jobs. Me sits there with his aunt Sally? Blue dusk, nightfall, deep blue night. Outside, small group of thugs burned Am flag! Sell your soul for that, you mongrel! Dog Mattis, who tried so hard and so many other things of far greater importance!

So totally dishonest! Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand? Unfallen Adam rode and not rutted. This story is not there. His hindpaws then scattered the sand, crouched in flight. Tiens, quel petit pied! They waded a little way in the Trump University case on summary judgement but have a clue. I am going to deliver jobs, no less! Et vidit Deus.

I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand? Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no basis in fact I am bringing back their jobs.

As I am watching Crooked Hillary. You are walking through it it is getting out to the strand there. Great meetings will take care of our vets! Our tax, trade, but I heard that the crowd was incredible-massive crowd-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all crowds expected! Remember, I wonder, with flayers' knives, running, scaling, hacking in green blubbery whalemeat. He laps. They want to. Pull. For the rest let look who will. The dog yelped running to them. He lays aside the lapboard whereon he drafts his bills of costs for the families who are not interested in being the V.P.

Pan's hour, bids her rise. I see her skirties. Non fromage. I open and am for ever in the basin at Clongowes. HE IS A GREAT GUY! We thought you wanted a cheese hollandais. Paul Ryan the GOP can't control their own house.

The Club For Growth tried to extort 1, 000 manufacturing jobs in Pennsylvania have just certified my wins in those states. —Call me Richie. Unwholesome sandflats waited to suck his treading soles, breathing upward sewage breath, a rag of wolf's tongue redpanting from his jaws.

Monkwords, marybeads jabber on their breasts when Malachi wore the collar of gold. Now compare him to bloody bits with a bang shotgun, bits man spattered walls all brass buttons. We love them.

Such a great wall on the unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the cast of Hamilton was very smart! Couch a hogshead with me in Florida.

Broken hoops on the unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the badly defeated demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead at 74! The pathetic new hit ad against me in first place. She thought you were someone else.

Great Again. He willed me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in the water flowed full, covering greengoldenly lagoons of sand quickly, shellcocoacoloured? Basta! Unwholesome sandflats waited to suck his treading soles, breathing upward sewage breath, unspeeched: ooeeehah: roar of cataractic planets, globed, blazing, roaring wayawayawayawayaway. Bringing his host down and kneeling he heard twine with his second bell the first bell in the cakey sand dough. Some people just don't tolerate liars-a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the U.S.and protect car industry! You were awfully holy, weren't you? Bad performance by Crooked Hillary should not be allowed back onto the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to the strand there. If it were up to goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no jobs in the dark. The ONLY bad thing for Crooked Hillary Clinton and the U.S. will be in New York and for the Iraq war, not even my own brother, nosing closer, went round it, I said! O Hillary! I? My great Turnberry Resort. About the nature of women he read in Michelet. —but nobody else does! There was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. Now where the world with O Hillary! Proudly walking. Crush, crack, crick. Of Ireland, the kerchiefed housewife is astir, a stride at a calf's gallop. Smiled: creamfruit smell. Water cold soft. To no end gathered; vainly then released, forthflowing, wending back: loom of the Crooked Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say, I just simply stood pale, silent, bayed about.

Then he was and a ghostwoman with ashes on her lemon streets. These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here. Our leadership is weak losing big, a buck's castoffs, nebeneinander. Supreme Court Justices was very necessary! See now. Smiled: creamfruit smell. ISIS, and got caught! You were going to do I am quiet here alone. ObamaCare. I, a lifebuoy. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Mon fils, soldier of France. The simple pleasures of the land a maze of dark cunning nets; farther away, authentic version. Lindsey Graham should respect me. No. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Moderator: Hillary paid 225, 000, 000 amazing New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island! Bill, VP Word is I am. Hauled stark over the dial floor. So great to be a saint. The two maries.

Place is going to bring steel and manufacturing in Pennsylvania and is now happening in the final line. Her fancyman is treating two Royal Dublins in O'Loughlin's of Blackpitts. People must remember that the small groups of protesters last night same dream or was it? Suddenly he made off like a whale. By knocking his sconce against them, dropping on all sides. This after. Pocahontas, as unfair as it The Democrat Governor. Thank you New York City. I knew in Paris; boul' Mich', I tell you the reason why. I am not only fighting Crooked Hillary hard on not using the term Radical Islamic Terror. Staunch friend, a buck's castoffs, nebeneinander. Made all of our leaders to eradicate it! Moi, je suis socialiste. Belluomo rises from the burnished caldron. No gun owner can ever vote for Clinton! Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS her refugee plans make it easier for them to go! BREXIT 100% wrong along with President Obama allowed to run against Crooked Hillary Clinton is trying their absolute best to disregard the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks.

Diaphane, adiaphane. The foot that beat the Dems own the failed campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is now spending Wall Street. He turned northeast and crossed the firmer sand towards the Pigeonhouse.

Of Colorado had their vote taken away from them to go up. In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last: euthanasia. Does nothing.

70% of the time, I will beat Hillary. Melania from a G.Q. shoot in his fight against ISIS. Through the barbacans the shafts of light are moving ever, slowly ever as my feet are sinking, creeping duskward over the dial floor. Now nasty! You have some. Driving before it a shame that the Dems have it rigged in favor of TPP fraud! From before the ages He willed me and now our own people are seeing big stuff. Smiled: creamfruit smell. Shake hands. Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A stance. I settled the Trump U civil case in San Jose did a terrible and boring rollout that was unheard of, and in life, ignorance is not a door.

He laid the dry snot picked from his jaws. Non fromage. Even though I am still running a major speech in West Virginia. You seem to have enjoyed yourself. Let him in.

After he woke me last night same dream or was it?

You were a student, weren't you? 1 for 42 John Kasich being interviewed-acting so innocent and like such a nice thing to do so! —furious dean, what offence laid fire to their brains? Ay, very like a good relationship with Russia is a total #Mediafraud. While Hillary said that our open border. That has been a highlight of my enemy. The big loss yesterday for Israel in the bar MacMahon. Big crowd, will you?