#I love jeremy bradshaw a LOT

[electromignion]

My Jeremy Bradshaw photo op with Misha Collins 🥹🥺

As I always post my Bridgewater fanarts drawings and doodles over here, here you go finally, my photo op with Misha wearing exactly the jacket I picture Jeremy with and his glasses, with the pins I custom made with help of friends 🥹

I tried to do a little Vipin cosplay following my headcanon so I had pink lace on the hoodie (yes I bought a red hoodie specifically for this picture), and also I had Vipin’s matching pin with Jeremy with the smileys although you can’t see it there and the lil pan pin! And also big up to my bestie @theangelssing for the embroidery work on the hoodie’s sleeve to make it real!! (As in the hc I have Olivia made some embroidery on his hoodie 🥺)

(Close up for the pins!!)

This is truly my dream pic and honestly I’m over the moon 🫶😭

[hawkland]

Art Masterpost: This Impossible Happiness Story by @friendofcarlotta Art by @hawkland / sidewinder

I'm always happy to get to work with @friendofcarlotta again and I know you are all going to love this story as much as I did! I just had to jump on it during @deancasbigbang claims as I am so keen on stories that reference The Winchesters' universe and explore all that it opened up with alternative worlds in SPN canon. (In fact I'm only bummed I didn't get to do some more art of those specific characters, but time and the extent of one of my other projects for this story got in my way. Maybe if I get the chance this winter when I'm promising myself a little time off from deadlines...)

The first image that immediately called out to me that I had to paint was Cas and Jack talking in Heaven while Jack is creating the skies. I had a really clear image of how to paint it in watercolor, and the biggest challenge was preserving the white of the paper (and I'll admit I threw in the bees to cover a small blemish/accident!) This was a large piece (20"x14") and I had to plan it out really carefully not to mess things up.

I then got the idea in my head that I wanted to try to paint each of the different versions of Cas & Dean in the story in tight close-up, to illustrate how they are the same yet also different. The first is what I called the "Winchesters Universe" versions, where Cas is a professor whom I visualized a lot like Jeremy Bradshaw in Bridgewater. This Dean is younger and has been raised in the hunting life but by supportive parents, so I saw him a lot like young!Dean in SPN but softer, happier.

Then there's " '80s Universe" Cas and Dean, who have had a rougher time of things before reuniting in the story. For Cas I used some reference caps from some tv work he did pre-SPN (particularly CSI: New York) that had a look I felt fit that particular character. For Dean I was thinking about him being of the same age as Winchesters' verse Dean, but having had a harder life. (And maybe a more 80s-style look and hair!)

And then of course there are our Cas and Dean, as we saw them in Season 15 (and for Dean, in The Winchesters finale episode.) There's a particular moment in the story I had in mind for their expressions but I don't want to say too much to spoil the story.

As a final project, I was trying really hard to closely match up these different portraits so I could overlay them and make a gif morphing on into the next. You can find that gif below the cut (or wait to see it when you read the story!)

Thanks as always to @friendofcarlotta for being such a wonderful and supportive bang partner! I loved this story and I know you will, too!

[thelaurenshippen]

You mentioned that you got excited to write the shopping montage when you "realized a certain character would be sticking around." Was the initial uncertainty around that because you weren't sure how the story was going to unfold, or because of some of the real life complications around availability and casting? Stories definitely have a life of their own, but do you feel like you've got a fairly firm plan in mind with "Bridgewater?"

bridgewater spoilers below the cut!

a little bit of both! there's always some uncertainty around what's actually going to be possible production-wise and, of course, we did end up getting alan tudyk in as thomas bradshaw because nathan fillion couldn't come back. and we all couldn't be happier about that! nathan and alan are close friends and alan is doing such a wonderful job that it all really worked out well - but there was definitely a little bit of discussion around "well, do we want to recast or do we want to write thomas off" and ultimately decided that thomas was in so little of season 1 that recasting wouldn't be super disruptive.

I tend to only very broadly plan past a first season when I'm building a show, and usually I'm only focused on, like....the themes and vibes and character growth I want. so in bridgewater's case, I didn't have a S2 plan when writing S1 beyond "here's what I want for jeremy and anne to experience", which could manifest in a whole LOT of ways (this is extremely vague I know, but obviously I can't talk about it until the whole season is out). there was a moment where I thought about jeremy and anne hearing thomas' voice at the end being a fakeout and it actually turns out to be some kind of hallucination or weird paranormal trick, but aaron and I, like, BARELY entertained that. we really wanted jeremy to have the chance to get to know his dad and I love "man out of time" stories.

anyway, long story long, I didn't necessarily even have the arc of the plot and lore of S2 mapped out when we figured out how we wanted the season to end, if that makes sense. I had really clear goals in mind for the emotional journeys that each of the characters would go on, and toyed around with a few ways of getting there before I landed on the one I ended up writing. part of why I don't plot out the specific story beats beyond a first season is because a) I'm a very character-forward writer, so whatever is going to enable the characters to have the emotional arcs I want is what I follow and b) when actors are involved you just truly never know how that's going to transform things.

for instance, I've talked about this before, but jeremy didn't swear all that much on the page in S1, but misha threw in so many swears when we were recording that the S2 scripts had way more cursing for Jeremy from the start. I loved it, I loved how misha's perspective on the character and sensibility altered the way jeremy speaks - he's funnier in S2, with a drier wit, because misha is very funny with a dry wit. it's the same thing with anne - melissa plays her hard-nosed nature so well, but she also has this absolutely incredible softness to her, that I actually wrote her calling jeremy "sweetie" or "honey" in S2 a few times (which I have a lot of squishy feelings about, I just have a lot of squishy feelings about them in general bc of the chemistry that misha and melissa have). same thing with misha and karan - they had such a playful chemistry that it was really easy and nice to lean into the real genuine love and care that vipin and jeremy have for each other (this is, like, SUCH a minor spoiler for what's coming up next, but I was just listening to this episode today, and in future episodes people refer to vipin explicitly as jeremy's best friend because like....yeah, he totally is. jeremy is a pretty loner-ish guy and even though vipin is his TA there is a genuine closeness there).

so there's that kind of stuff that can shape the emotional journeys the characters go on which of course can shake up your plot completely (if anyone listened to The Bright Sessions and has heard me talk about this specific thing before, this is exactly what happened with mark/damien - that relationship was not supposed to result in one of them falling in love and the other one, like, kind of falling back a little against his better judgment (I mean, christ, damien was like the one character that when I started writing I was like 'yeah this guy is straight' turns out VERY much no) but it turned into that because the first time andrew and charlie sat down to record together as those characters it was INSTANT sparks. some of the wildest organic chemistry I've ever experienced as a director lol).

but then there's also the fact that sometimes your actors are your direct collaborators on building the story! of course aaron is my partner in crime in building the world of bridgewater, but for S2, because misha was on board before I even started writing it, the two of us had several conversations both as I was outlining and then after all the scripts were written about who jeremy was and what we wanted for him. so I tend to keep all my plans fairly loose because I love the spontaneous collaboration that comes out of working with other people.

YEESH that was such a long winded answer, but thank you for asking!

[gretagerwigsmuse]

i was so excited when you mentioned a few days ago that you were working on an epilogue! i go through my ‘bradley fic’ tag a lot and this is one of the fics i go to when i need a good cry/heartbreak. and then to have such a satisfying end to this story is so wonderful!

also i liked that the narrative was nonlinear, but still easy to follow and that format worked really well for an epilogue. my many thoughts and comments as promised! 💕

“That’s the fucking job, Y/N. I’m a Naval lieutenant commander. I have responsibilities. I have duties. I have people I owe my life to.” // “I’m in the military, babe, I have commitments.” - okay so i loved that you had jeremy say this because as we’ve seen with bradley, it’s emphatically not true that he’s so busy he doesn’t have time for her? because bradley always makes time and bradley has the same responsibilities, his priorities are just different 💕

Bradley’s eyes widened. It had been two years, four months, and sixteen days. He had thought about it every single day since he watched you float down the aisle toward him, only to say yes to Jeremy. You were still the first thing he thought of when he woke up and the last thing on his mind as he drifted off to sleep. - oh gosh i just love this so much you have no idea! ‘float down the aisle!’ his first and last thought every day! she’s his priority!

You pulled back, tears in your eyes. “Bradley Bradshaw. I will never hate you a day in my life.” - okay i also got a little misty eyed here!

Bradley’s left arm wrapped back around you, making sure you were tucked safely behind him. // And then Bradley’s voice. “Y/N,” he said gruffly. “Get in the car.” - i can just picture him saying this with his eyes on jeremy the entire time, like don’t you dare move a muscle fucko. also i didn’t even imagine jeremy would get violent with her, like i could totally see the taunting and cruel comments, but the violence really ratcheted everything up. i think he spooked himself in the end

There was an effortless confidence to the way Bradley danced. But it wasn’t only dancing. There was confidence in everything about him. You trusted him, with everything. - i love the comparison of her dancing with jeremy and then her dancing with bradley - at her wedding no less!

“I’ve waited fifteen years for you, Ace. I can wait another day or two or one hundred. I need to know that I’m not your backup. That I’m not just your plan B when everything else goes to shit.” - bradley!!! 🥰 sweet boy!!

“If she’s just like you, then we’ll be the luckiest parents in the world.” - i really liked their conversation and do think they will be good co parents one day! i’m glad jeremy came to the hospital (even if i did like when she kicked him out eventually 😉)

“Would you like to cut the cord?” The doctor held up a pair of medical scissors. Bradley looked at you with wide eyes, waiting for permission. You nodded - ahhhhhh oh my god!!!

You smiled at him softly. “You asked me once, on a very important night, if he made me as happy as you make me. And the truth is, Brad, there’s only one other person who makes me as happy as you. And she’s sitting right there against your chest.” - stop this right now! oh my god i love it so much! she feels whole! she feels happy! ugh i loved how you ended this!!

His Best Friend's Wedding Epilogue [Bradley Bradshaw x Reader]

Overview: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw has been your best friend for a decade. He’s also your fiancé’s best man. So when he shows up at your hotel room the night before your wedding, it’s just because he’s your friend, right? 

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader 

Chapter summary: Two years after confessing the night before your wedding that he was in love with you, Bradley is faced with major changes – your divorce, and the birth of your child. You have a confession for him: you always loved him, too.

Warnings: Angst, pregnancy, childbirth, mention of cheating, alcohol, violence

See the full masterlist for the miniseries here

WC: 4.5K

You stood in the doorway, hand frozen in midair. Fear tightened your chest. 

How many times had you knocked on Bradley’s door before? Mostly you let yourself in, key slipped in the lock as seamlessly as if it were your own house. The bungalow was warm and inviting and you knew practically every turn, every creaky hardwood plank, every scratch on the wall. 

The dent on your ring finger stared back at you as your hand hovered an inch from the wood door. It felt odd. Bare. And while at first, the rings had felt heavy, like an omen, you were surprised to find that the absence of them didn’t feel light or freeing. 

It felt like homeostasis. 

After a moment, your fingers landed against the soft wood of the door. It opened instantly. Bradley’s warm eyes met yours. 

You looked up. 

“Come inside, Ace.” 

***

Bradley watched you kiss Jeremy on the altar. He had to sit there and give his best man speech at the wedding even though his hands shook the entire time and he couldn’t look either of you in the eye. He felt the prickle of jealousy and anger under the collar of his tux as you and Jeremy ran through the crowd toward the vintage convertible your father had lent the two of you as your getaway car.

Through gritted teeth, Bradley watched the milestones in your life from a short distance. Photos of your honeymoon in Tahiti. Your first house as a married couple. 

He was there the day the stick turned pink. 

Jeremy, as it turns out, was on assignment. You called Bradley without a second thought. “Brad,” you whispered into the phone. “Come over.” 

He could hear the anxiety in your voice. He was in his car before he even had time to tie his shoes, driving the familiar route without really seeing it. He could find his way to you with his eyes closed. 

You were sitting on the edge of the bathtub when he arrived, barreling through the door without knocking, shoving into the bathroom. The door flung open. He dropped down to kneel in front of you.

“Ace?” 

You smiled gently. “I couldn’t do this on my own.” You pointed to the test, wrapped up on the counter. Bradley sucked in a breath. He had known this was coming. You and Jeremy had been married for two years. You had always wanted a family. 

“Want me to open it?” he asked. You nodded. Bradley reached for the rest, rotating the plastic wrapper in his hands, pinching the plastic end with his large fingertips before pulling it slowly out of the sheath, reading the tiny white oval face. 

“Brad?” you whispered. Every nerve in your body was on fire. Fear bubbled in your chest. 

He smiled softly. “You’re going to be an amazing mom.” 

You sagged and Bradley caught you immediately, the two of you crouched on the bathroom floor, your arms flung around Bradley’s neck, his fingertips pressing tightly against your skin. He could feel your tears soaking the cotton of his shirt where your face was scrunched against his shoulder, but he didn’t care. He had never cared. He knew they were tears of joy. 

Bradley was the first person you called for most things. The day you got a flat tire on I-5 headed to Santa Clarita for a girls trip. The time you twisted an ankle at the grocery store and he showed up fifteen minutes later with a pair of flat shoes and an ice pack. 

Bradley was the person you called when everything went to hell with Jeremy. 

“I can’t fucking do this anymore!” you screamed, throwing a cup across the room, letting it shatter into a million pieces. 

Jeremy’s face was hard like stone. “You’re being insane, Y/N,” he said. 

“Insane? Insane?” You whipped around to face him, cheeks red with anger. “You’re gone all the time, Jer. You don’t answer your phone. I hear from other wives that you’re hanging out at bars on the base with random people including women I don’t know. How do you think that makes me feel?” 

“That’s the fucking job, Y/N. I’m a Naval lieutenant commander. I have responsibilities. I have duties. I have people I owe my life to.” 

“To me!” you shouted. “You owe your life to me, Jer! We stood up in front of three hundred people and promised ourselves to each other. Our time, our energy, our commitment.” 

“I’m in the military, babe, I have commitments.” 

You shook your head, tears flooding your eyes. “Maybe you’re the kind of man who can only have one.” 

“What is that supposed to mean?” 

“It means,” you whispered, “that maybe I’m not your top priority anymore.” 

Jeremy was silent. His silence said more than words ever could. 

You wiped at your tears. “I’m going out.” 

“When will you be back?” 

“Maybe I won’t.” 

“Don’t you fucking do that,” he said and there was ice in his words. “Don’t you fucking throw all of this away.” 

“You’re the one throwing it away,” you said, opening the door. “I’m just following your lead.” 

***

Bradley hated when you showed up at his door, tears in your eyes, an overnight bag packed and sitting at your side. 

He hated it more when you didn’t show up at all. Because that meant he was just one more step from losing you, all over again. 

The night that you found out about the baby, with Jeremy overseas, you asked Bradley to stay at the house. The two of you sat on the floor in front of the coffee table, Buddy your rescue labrador’s head buried in Bradley’s lap, one of his large hands stroking the dog's velvety ears. 

“Brad?” you asked, leaning your head against one hand, elbow pressed against the overstuffed sofa cushion. 

“Hmm?” 

“We don’t talk about it,” you said. 

“Talk about what?” 

“The wedding,” you whispered. “Everything that happened the night before.” 

Bradley’s eyes widened. It had been two years, four months, and sixteen days. He had thought about it every single day since he watched you float down the aisle toward him, only to say yes to Jeremy. You were still the first thing he thought of when he woke up and the last thing on his mind as he drifted off to sleep. 

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I shouldn’t have brought it up.” 

“I still love you,” Bradley said and you sucked in a breath. That felt like a punch to the gut. You placed one hand over your stomach, which he misinterpreted. “I’m sorry,” he added. “I know you belong to Jer. And I want you to be happy, Ace. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He paused. “I know you have everything you could ever want now. Maybe I don’t fit in to your life anymore.” 

“Don’t say that.” You were on your knees, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. Buddy grunted and squeezed out from between the two of you, sulking off to his bed in the corner. You felt Bradley’s hands, warm, tighten on your back. He felt like coming home. “You will always fit into my life. Always. No matter what.” 

“I thought you’d hate me,” he whispered. “For saying all of that to you before the wedding.” 

You pulled back, tears in your eyes. “Bradley Bradshaw. I will never hate you a day in my life.” 

***

Your bare hand fell to your stomach, warm and round and hard, as you stood awkwardly in the foyer of Bradley’s house. 

He stood with his arms dangling at his sides. “So.” 

This wasn’t the reunion you wanted. You weren’t sure what you wanted. For everything to disappear. For the last decade to be erased. 

To have chosen Bradley that night in that Annapolis dive bar instead of Jeremy. 

You stepped closer. “I left.” 

“Ace,” he whispered. 

You shook your head. “For good. He signed the papers.” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “It’s over.” 

“Oh.” Bradley could barely breathe. He was afraid of moving, in case it was all a dream and you faded away into the background, out of his grasp. 

“Brad,” you whispered, reaching out, putting one hand against his cheek, soft cool skin against his warm flesh. You could feel the grittiness of his stubble beneath your fingertips. “I was wrong to choose Jeremy. At the wedding. That first night at the bar. Every night since.” 

“What are you saying, Y/N?” he murmured. 

“I’m saying I’m sorry,” you said quietly. “I’m saying that I still love you.”

***

The day it all came to a head was a year after the wedding. You and Bradley were in the living room when Jeremy stomped in, eyes wide with rage. He held up a credit card bill in one hand. 

“Y/N.” His voice boomed along the walls. You cowered. “What the fuck?” 

“What’s going on?” Bradley’s mouth was pulled into a tight line. 

“None of your business, Bradshaw,” Jeremy spat. “This is between me and my wife.” 

“Don’t like the tone you’re taking, Jer.” You were thankful for Bradley in that moment. 

Jeremy stepped closer. You could smell the sharp acidity of alcohol on his breath. “I said, back off, Bradshaw. This is between me and Y/N.” He turned to you. “What the fuck is this charge?” 

“What charge?” 

“This.” He shoved the paper right beneath your nose. “Some hotel in Miami.” 

You rolled your eyes. “That was for Kelly’s bachelorette.” 

He narrowed his eyes. “Don't lie to me.” 

“Why the fuck would I lie to you?” you demanded. “You’re the one who cheats in this relationship, not me.” 

You never saw his hand shoot out. But it didn’t land on your cheek like it was meant to. Instead, faster than you could even see, Bradley stepped between the two of you, Jeremy’s slap landing across his face. Bradley’s left arm wrapped back around you, making sure you were tucked safely behind him. 

A quietness enveloped the room. 

And then Bradley’s voice. “Y/N,” he said gruffly. “Get in the car.” 

“I—”

“Get in the car,” he repeated. You backed up, eyes on the two of them as you grabbed your phone and made your way for the door. 

As you were slipping your shoes on, you heard Bradley’s voice. Low and harsh. You had never heard him sound like that before. 

“You ever, I mean ever, lay a fucking hand on her, next time you see me I’ll be standing over your grave,” Bradley hissed. 

Jeremy’s shoulders sagged. They were practically brothers. But there was something definitive about Bradley’s tone. “Baby, I didn’t mean–”

“Get yourself together, Jer,” Bradley said, turning, his eyes falling on you. “You don’t deserve her.” 

***

“What happened?” Bradley whispered. 

You felt your shoulders droop. “I left him,” you said. “We both know I had to.” Your hands fell to your stomach: bloated, uncomfortable, eight months wide. “For me. And her. Or him.” 

Bradley ran one hand over his face, pulling at the small creases near the sides of his eyes. “Ace. I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m so sorry.” 

“I’m not.” You looked at the living room. “Can I sit? I’m huge.” 

“Oh, God, of course.” Bradley rushed to throw a pillow and blanket from the couch and make room for you. He held your hand, easing you down onto the couch. 

“I’m sorry it took so long to realize,” you said as Bradley settled into the seat next to you, his brown eyes warm and wide. 

“Realize what?” 

“I think you know.” 

***

“You’re making a mistake.” Bradley was drunk, and so were you. The diamond on your left hand glittered under the dim light outside the bar where the two of you had bummed stray cigarettes from one of the barbacks in the alley.

“What, this?” you asked, flicking the cigarette as ash fluttered to the ground. “I’m so fucking hammered I won’t remember this tomorrow so it doesn’t really count, right?” 

He shook his head, dropping the cigarette and stomping it out beneath one foot. “Marrying Jeremy.” 

You sucked in a breath. Too hard, choking on smoke. Bradley slapped your back, his fingertips warm across your bare skin, until you could breathe normally. You frowned up at him. “What’s gotten into you?” 

“He’s not good enough,” he said. 

“What the hell?” you demanded. “It’s been eight years, Bradley. You waited eight years to tell me that you think I shouldn’t marry him?” 

“I told you from day one,” he said, “that you were better off without him.” 

“This is cruel.” A tear slid from your eye and you felt the edge of the cigarette burning your skin. Instead of dropping it, you let the heat invade your fingertip. It wasn’t the only thing on fire. “You’re doing this to hurt me.” 

“Ace,” he whispered. “No. I’m doing this to keep you from getting hurt.” 

“The only thing that’s hurting me is you, Bradley.” You dropped the cigarette, letting it tumble to the ground, watching Bradley’s face fall alongside it. You stepped out of the light and into the shadows, disappearing into the night. 

***

The lights were hot. Your dress felt too tight and itchy. Jeremy’s hands were slick with sweat as the two of you twirled around the dance floor, messing up your choreographed dance not once but twice. You tried to laugh it off but it felt like an omen. No matter how much practice, you still couldn’t get it right. 

After a while, the song flowed into the next and other couples flooded the dance floor. 

A hand appeared on Jeremy’s shoulder. He turned, Bradley’s face hovering over his shoulder. “May I cut in?” 

Jeremy nodded, smile wide, innocence across his face. He had no idea that twenty-four hours before, his best friend had been confessing his love for you. 

He had no idea that you hesitated on that altar. 

“Of course.” Jeremy let his fingertips drop from your waist. He planted a kiss, chaste, on your lips. “Be good, babe. You’re a married woman now.” He turned to Bradley with a grin. “All yours, Bradshaw.” 

Bradley’s hands were warm. He guided you confidently in a loose circle around the dance floor. There was an effortless confidence to the way Bradley danced. But it wasn’t only dancing. There was confidence in everything about him. You trusted him, with everything. 

“Ace,” he said quietly. 

You looked up. “Don’t,” you whispered. “Let’s just dance, OK? There’s nothing else to say.” 

“OK.” 

You leaned your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his tux. When you closed your eyes, everything else — the lights, the music, the heat — faded away. 

It was just the sound of his heart beating in your ear, guiding you in the darkness. 

***

“You can stay here,” Bradley said, standing up. “For as long as you want.” 

You frowned. “I can’t ask you to do that. The baby is coming any day now. It’ll keep you awake, day and night.” 

“Your snoring does that already.” 

It was the first air of mirth in the conversation. You grinned. “Shut up.” 

Bradley’s mouth returned to its set shape, a thin line. “I’ll get the guest room ready for you.” 

“Brad.” You were on your feet, wobbling. He reached out instinctively, one hand on your arm, balancing you. “I don’t think you’re hearing me.” 

“I am,” he replied. “But you got divorced, what, fifteen minutes ago? I’ve waited fifteen years for you, Ace. I can wait another day or two or one hundred. I need to know that I’m not your backup. That I’m not just your plan B when everything else goes to shit.” 

“You’re not.” 

“I need to know that you actually want me,” he said quietly. “Because there’s nothing I want more in this world than you.” 

***

For three weeks, you slept in Bradley’s guest room. Sleeping was an exaggeration of what you were actually doing, which was grunting and turning over like a beached whale every five minutes, and going to the bathroom in between. 

And then, in the middle of the night, you felt it. 

“Brad!” you yelled. The door flung open a second later, shirtless Bradley standing in the doorway, the hallway light illuminating him from behind, hair a mess, eyes wide. 

“What?” 

You looked up with glee. “It’s happening. The baby’s coming.” 

The entire drive to the hospital, Bradley was death gripping the wheel. He looked so terrified that the nurses took one look at him and laughed before showing you to the L&D room. He paced across the room a thousand times as you went through all of the checks, breathed through the contractions, winced as they inserted your IV. 

“Bradley,” you said, tossing your head back against the flat pillow. “You need to stop. You’re making me sick.” 

“Fuck, sorry.” He sat down on the chair, bouncing his knee. “Honey? I gotta ask.” 

“Hmm?” 

“Should I call Jeremy?” 

The two of you hadn’t spoken since the divorce was finalized. But Bradley had a point. Jeremy was, technically, the baby’s father. He deserved to know. “Yeah. I guess.” 

“I’ll be right back.” He slipped out of the room and you laid back against the bed, eyes pressed shut. 

The pain started to increase and by the time Bradley returned you were sweating. 

“Ace? Should I call the nurse?” 

You shook your head. “No, I’m fine.” 

“You don’t look fine.” 

“Gee, thanks.” 

“You know what I mean,” he said. “You’re the most beautiful woman that ever existed.” 

“Even now?” 

He grinned. “Especially now.” 

Your fingertips closed around his, just as the door pressed open. Jeremy stood in the doorway with a bouquet of flowers. His eyes immediately landed on your fingers intertwined with Bradley’s. He stepped inside, setting the flowers down on the table against the wall. “Y/N.” 

“Jer.” 

“I’ll be outside,” Bradley said, letting his fingers slip away. You nodded. He gave Jeremy a wide berth. You frowned. The two of them had been so close. You had even watched them kiss each other once while drunk and as part of a draft bet. But there was an icy wall that surrounded the two of them now. 

All three of you. 

Jeremy sat in the chair that Bradley had vacated. He reached up to put his hand on your stomach and you let him. Under the fluorescent lights, his gold ring glinted. 

“How are you?” he asked. 

“Uncomfortable.” 

“Did they give you the epidural yet?” 

“No,” you replied. “And I wasn’t just talking about the labor.” 

He let out a sigh. “Listen, Y/N, I fucked up. I know that. But this is our baby.” Jeremy paused. “No matter what happened between us, I want to be a part of this child’s life.” 

“You’re the baby’s father,” you said. “Of course you’ll be in their life.” 

Jeremy paused. “And Bradshaw?” 

“What about him?” 

He cocked his head to one side. “So you two are a thing?” 

Your eyes widened. “What? No.” 

“Y/N.” 

“He’s my best friend. He’s always been my best friend.” 

“And mine,” Jeremy reminded you. “So trust me when I say, there were always three people in this marriage. And I was the odd one out.” 

“Nothing ever happened,” you whispered. “Not while we were married.”

“But after?” he asked. 

You grimaced. “Before. New Orleans. The wedding you couldn’t make.” 

He nodded. “I guess a part of me always knew. I had hoped you’d pick me. And you did, for a while. But you were always his.” 

“I wanted to be yours,” you whispered. “I was yours. And you blew it.” 

“I know.” Jeremy’s head hung low. He looked up at you through those dark lashes. “I should have stepped aside that first night, at the bar in Annapolis. I saw how he looked at you. But I wanted you for myself. And I never was good at turning down an opportunity.” 

“You are both going to be in my life,” you said. “Because you’re both in this baby’s life. So you’ll have to find a way to work it out.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Me too.” 

“Do you want me to stay?” he asked. Six months before, you would have scoffed at the thought that Jeremy wouldn’t be there for the birth of his child. But that was then. 

Everything had changed. You shook your head slowly, watching the color drain from Jeremy’s face. “I’ll call you after,” you whispered. “I just think this is something I have to do alone.” 

His face hardened. “But you’re not going to be alone, are you? Bradshaw will be here.” 

“Don’t be jealous of Bradley.” 

“It’s only fair,” he replied, standing up. “Bradshaw was jealous of me for the last fifteen years. I guess it’s my turn to be jealous.” 

“Jer.” 

He turned from where he stood at the doorway. His eyes roamed over you and you knew he was letting it all sink in. This was the last time he would ever look at you and see you carrying his child inside your womb. “Yeah, baby?” 

“I hope it’s a girl,” you confessed. 

“If she’s just like you, then we’ll be the luckiest parents in the world.” 

***

 “You got this, Ace. You’re doing amazing.” 

Bradley’s hand was being slowly crushed in your death grip. He pushed a few sweaty strands of hair out of your face. “I can’t do it,” you groaned, leaning back against the pillows. “Bowling ball-sized heads are not supposed to come out of your hooha. It’s just physics.” 

He chuckled. “I’m sorry, honey, but I think it’s a little late to turn around.” 

“I feel like I’m shitting out a block of explosives. Now I know what those fucking prisoners at Alcatraz felt like trying to dig their way out with spoons.” 

Bradley smirked at your side as the nurses around your ankles giggled. “At least you’re funny right now.” 

“Well you can be funny or hot and considering I have a baby wedged in my pelvis I would say I’m not exactly Bachelorette material right now.” 

“You’re doing great.” 

You squeezed Bradley’s hand, so tight his mustache twitched, but he didn’t complain. “Promise me something,” you gasped. 

“Anything.” 

“You’ll never leave us.” 

He frowned. “Of course not.” 

“Swear it.” 

“Ace.” He leaned in close, your faces only a few inches apart. “I haven’t stopped thinking of you since the night we met fifteen years ago. That’s not going to change anytime soon.” 

You looked at him. “OK. I’m ready.” 

“It’s time to push.” The doctor at the end of the bed slid on a pair of gloves. “Y/N, give me a big breath and then a push, OK?” 

You bared down, gripping Bradley’s hand. Hard. You had fought for a lot of things in your life.  A spot on the volleyball team in high school. Your MBA program. Your marriage. But this was a fight you had been preparing for. 

The moment the doctor held your screaming, crying daughter into the air, you burst into tears. She was covered in goo and wailing like a banshee and she was the most magnificent thing you had ever laid eyes on. 

They placed her on your chest, eyes scrunched shut, covered in blood and a number of other things but all you could do was stare at her in awe. 

“Would you like to cut the cord?” The doctor held up a pair of medical scissors. Bradley looked at you with wide eyes, waiting for permission. You nodded and he took the silver scissors in his large hands, practically shaking as she showed him how to cut the spongy cord. 

In your arms, your daughter squirmed. She was so impossibly small. And soft. The nurses took her away for a few minutes to run tests and wipe her off, and by the time you had her back in your arms the rest of the staff had cleared out of the room. 

You looked up at Bradley who hadn’t stopped staring at her since the moment she was born. 

“Brad?” He lifted his gaze to you, eyebrows raised. “Would you like to hold her?” 

He looked pale and nervous, but excited as you carefully shifted her into his arms as the two of you sat side-by-side on the hospital bed. She looked even smaller when cradled against Bradley’s chest. He held her tiny feet in one hand, stroking them slowly, her small mouth in a rounded “o” but no sound came out. There was a feeling of content to being in Bradley’s arms. 

You knew it well. 

“She’s perfect,” he whispered. “Have you picked a name?” 

You smiled. “Yes. Carolina. Carol for short.” 

When Bradley looked up, there was a glassy sheen to his brown eyes. You watched as his lips beneath his mustache trembled. “Thank you.” 

“Marry me.” It spilled out of your mouth. 

“Ace.” It was a whisper. Thin and pained. “Honey.” 

You shook your head. “I’m serious. Marry me. It’s always been you, Roo. Even when it wasn’t.” 

“You just had a baby,” he whispered. “You’re emotional and tired and it’s only been two months since the divorce.” 

“I know what I’m saying.” You looked down at your daughter. “She needs you in her life. Just as much as I do.” 

Bradley brushed his thumb along her forehead. “She’s half you. Which means she’s half me, too. You’ve owned a piece of me, Y/N, since the night we met.”

“So marry me.” 

“Don’t you need time to think?” he asked. “Don’t you need to heal? Find yourself? All that crap people talk about. Dye your hair purple. Go to Italy and meet some douchebag and learn how to fly helicopters and sell your house and buy a condo downtown.” 

You smiled at him softly. “You asked me once, on a very important night, if he made me as happy as you make me. And the truth is, Brad, there’s only one other person who makes me as happy as you. And she’s sitting right there against your chest.” As if on cue, Carolina cooed in Bradley’s arms. “All I know is that I wasted fifteen years without ever really having you. I don’t want to waste another minute.”

Gently, Bradley stood, placing your daughter into the bassinet next to the bed. He laid her down gently, hovering over her delicate body, making sure she didn’t fuss, before leaning over you, one large hand pushing back the hair that had fallen into your face. “I’ll marry you today, tomorrow, next year, in fifty years. As long as I know you’re mine.” 

“I’m yours,” you whispered as Bradley inched nearer, his lips grazing yours. “Today. Tomorrow. Forever.” 

His lips sealed around yours. For the first time in your life, you felt whole. 

Note: Special thanks to anyone who read parts 1 and 2 when I posted them last year. I got an itch to write an epilogue to this, hopefully it lives up! xx

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[bridgewaterpodcast]

I saw your tweet about asks here and bolted over faster than Jeremy Thomas Bradshaw upon spotting an owl in the woods.

OKAY! first of all I just finished episode 10 and H O L Y crap; it's so good. quick question I think relating to season 2; I know it's been mentioned that it's being outlined/scripted and I was curious to know much of the story for s2 was developed already when you wrote s1 -

(not for any speculation purposes whatsoever I am absolutely not going to re-listen multiple times searching for Easter eggs and clues on what to expect next season not at all) (but should we be? are there tidbits in 1 that may have some hints for 2?)

sorry this is so ramble-y; I am still pumped full of adrenaline from that incredible finale!

congrats to you and everyone involved on the conclusion of an epic first season!

Ooooooooooh VERY good question!!! And eep! I'm so glad you loved the finale!

So, I think I can answer this in a non-spoiler-y way. There were no specific episode plot points outlined for Season 2 when I was writing Season 1. But I knew where Season 1 would end, so I knew where Season 2 would jump off from and that....informs a lot.

There are some very, very broad set-ups in Season 1 that will become relevant in Season 2. Not easter eggs per say, but more general Bridgewater Triangle stuff that's going to become relevant. Could I be more vague in answering this ask? Maybe. Maybe not.

[smokedanced]

* knowing your partner well can potentially make writing a lot easier. repost, don’t reblog.

name : havu. pronouns : they/them & ey/em. preference  of  communication : discord (my handle is on my rules page). if you aren’t willing to use discord, i will communicate through tumblr ims, but i struggle a lot with focus there as the chatbox is tiny and typing long messages directly there (as opposed to copy paste to notepad) is near impossible. as long as you fill out my interest tracker that’s enough communication for me if you’re not up for ooc chats! name  of  muse(s) : i was going to just link my muse navi but... why should i not list all 24? charlie bradbury, clara oswald, claude narcisse, dean winchester, ella finnegan, eloise bridgerton, ever hayes, garrus vakarian, hannibal lecter, hugo “hurley” reyes, iris hunt, jeremy bradshaw, jillian marks, juliet burke, kenna de poitiers, mary stuart, paul randolph, river song, sansa stark, the tardis, the tenth doctor, tyrion lannister, will graham, wren shepard. on solo blogs: castiel & the thirteenth doctor. experience / how  long  ( months / years ? ) : since circa 2006 = 16 years? on tumblr since 2013 = 9 years.

best  experience : i don’t want to really put experiences or people above/below each other in how much i appreciate them. best experiences tend to be when either muses, muns, or both really click and we end up building extensive storylines together and our muse dynamics end up mattering a lot! but i gotta honorary mention orion @starfalled who i love dearly, and lured into tumblr rp, and all our late night talks about our muses, especially our castiel & francis (shh i know i play cas on a solo blog and not here) wordlbuilding; and lexi @anderwhohn / @vortexparadox / @immortaljackal / @starkastichotmess who’s become a close friend through tumblr. everyone else i talk ooc with, especially the people to whom i’ve mentioned that i feel comfortable/relaxed around, as that doesn’t... happen often with my level of awkwardness and social struggle. but honestly just everyone with whom i interact ic with is a good experience one way or another!

rp  pet  peeves / deal  breakers :   :: deal breaker: fandom anti/”purity culture” rhetoric/behaviour, harrassing other people, policing what kind of fictional content other people can write/enjoy. :: deal breaker: bigoted behaviour and/or beliefs. :: deal breaker: time limits on reply speed. you’re valid if you need replies within a timeframe! but seeing as i struggle with executive dysfunction, i can’t oblige. :: pet peeve: people assuming i’m not interested in a thread/dynamic if i reply slower than to other things. i don’t engage in interactions i’m not enjoying. it annoys me to no end when people accuse others of lying of their interest or think they know my mind better than i know it myself... again, i have severe executive dysfunction. just because i want to write a thing doesn’t mean i can. just because i can write something doesn’t mean i can write another thing. it’s not an excuse for “i just don’t want to so i’ll say i can’t”. i actually can’t. my nervous system is built differently than yours. it physically makes it hard to initiate action. i don’t like it when people decide they know my limitations better than i know them, neither do i like being accused of lying. i don’t fake interest. i don’t have the energy for that! :: pet peeve: excessively purple prose (poetic prose is neat though!), english isn’t my first language, it’s hard to comprehend. multiple spaced text (double is fine, 3+ and i. start. reading. it. like. this.) autoplay on blogs. red font against dark background is the only thing that makes my eyes hurt.

plots  or  memes : i prefer plotting... even though i struggle to extensively plot prior to writing :P i prefer to plot at least to the extent of tossing around a few ideas ooc. i’m glad to wing it too, though. and as for first interactions i probably actually prefer memes? to get an idea how our muses vibe and how our writing styles vibe. but for long term writing, i prefer to plot at least a little bit. it’s not necessary though! and i know that i suck at it half the time anyway.

long  or  short  replies : entirely depends on the thread. i have a preference for 2-3 paragraphs, but i will do novella, i will do one-liners... i think it should be normalised that during a single thread, the reply length can vary from novella to single para and that’s ok. that’s just a natural flow of narration? if you’re setting scene or backstory it’s heftier! if you’re writing an action sequence it probably should be shorter for that part! fuck matching length.

best  time  to  write : when i feel up to forcing myself. yes, i have to force myself most of the time, and no, that doesn’t mean i don’t want to write. once again, i have severe executive dysfunction. i have to force myself to do things i want to do every day. that is legit just my life. if i didn’t force myself to start something, i’d never do anything fun. me needing to force it doesn’t mean i don’t have fun with it.

are  you  like  your  muse(s) : i can relate to at least some things with most if not all of them, i would think, but no, none of them are like me enough to say that they are... like me? eloise or the doctor are prob the closest but they also are super far from being like me.

tagged by: stole it from @innerwar tagging: steal it! tag me!

[dotthings]

Lore was one of those podcasts I kept meaning to listen to and hadn't gotten to yet and like so many things I am now blaming Misha Collins for me starting to listen to it. I've listened to several episodes of Lore and wondering what was wrong with me I didn't listen to it sooner. It's both spooky and comforting at the same time somehow and exactly the kind of legends, lore, ghost stories I dig. And the latest episode which has the Bridgewater sneak peek is all about legends of the woods and I love spooky woods legends and do a lot of walking in the woods myself.

Anyway the sneak peek of Bridgewater is really good.

I also starting thinking about Misha as an actor and I'm so used to hearing either his Castiel voice or his being himself voice. Hearing him voice act, I'm pondering a) what a beautiful voice he has b) what a great actor he is, how he vanishes into roles.

Hello, Professor of folklore Jeremy Bradshaw.

[electromignion]

Jeremy Bradshaw commission portrait!!

Thank you so much @ailesdusoleil for this for my cat Sheeran 🫶🙏

I think this is by far my best Jeremy Bradshaw artwork representing him 😭💜

Here’s Jeremy as how I fully headcanon him as he meets an owl 💜

Thank you all for the good wishes for Sheeran, he’s finally coming home but we’re still waiting for his liver biopsy analysis to come by, fingers crossed that it’s something treatable 🤞 Once again my comms are still open as he has been hospitalised a second time for a while with transfusions, a biopsy and a lot of things which cost way too much money for two students jdjdjd so don’t hesitate!! 10€ digital or traditional for one character (+5€ per additional character on one drawing) + 7€ of shipping for trad one (4€ for France!)

[moonwest]

Full Ben Whishaw Interview in Sunday Times Magazine

Ben Whishaw, the voice of Paddington, the millennial Q in the Bond films, the next generation of Mr Banks in Disney’s epic Mary Poppins reboot, is fresh off the plane from LA. He is wearing a navy shirt, dark wool trousers and a fluffy knitted hat over his lush curls. It’s a strange combination of quirkiness and elegance. At the start of the year he won a Golden Globe and a Critics’ Choice award for his captivating portrayal of Norman Scott opposite Hugh Grant’s Jeremy Thorpe in A Very English Scandal. Of course he says he didn’t expect to win, and of course he says it feels great, but when I ask if this recognition from Hollywood means he’ll spend more time out there, he says: “No idea. I don’t feel it’s my world. I just sort of dropped in and it was a lovely thing. I would like to drop in more often. Maybe it opens doors. I guess we’ll see.”

For now, it’s back to the day job. Whishaw, 38, is rehearsing a play called Norma Jeane Baker of Troy, in which he plays a man who likes to dress up as Marilyn Monroe. “We just got the costumes,” he says. “I wear a dress that’s a replica of the one she wore in The Seven Year Itch — the white one where the wind comes up. They’ve also given me the bum, hips and breasts. I don’t think they’re as big as Marilyn’s, but they’re proportionate to my body. It’s a strange thing. I’m not playing Marilyn, I’m playing a man who’s infatuated with her. The play is set in the year she died and he’s in mourning for her. Apparently there was a spate of copycat suicides that year.”

To research the role, Whishaw has been reading a book called Fragments. “It’s bits of Marilyn’s diary, notes on hotel paper, poetry,” he says. “She writes beautifully. Arthur Miller was here with her when they were doing the film The Prince and the Showgirl, and she opened his diary and read about how disappointed he was with her, how embarrassed he was being around his intellectual friends with her. Apparently this was devastating to Marilyn. All these men say how difficult she was. It makes you want to strangle them. But she really was amazing. She had a lot going on, a lot of sadness on her plate, poor darling. To be a star in that star system and those men.”

If she had been born 50 years later, does he think she would have been part of the #MeToo movement? “I’m sure she would have. I’ve been listening to interviews with her. She doesn’t seem afraid of anything.”

Fearless and vulnerable. It’s a contradiction that could possibly describe both of them. “Yes,” he smiles.

Almost 15 years have passed since Whishaw, fresh out of Rada, was acclaimed as one of the best ever Hamlets in the Trevor Nunn production at the Old Vic. His portrayal earned him an Olivier nomination and opened the door to film and television roles. He voiced Michael Bond’s Peruvian stowaway bear in the two recent Paddington films and is lined up for a third, as well as an animated TV series for Nickelodeon. Perhaps his best known role is Q in the Bond films Skyfall (2012) and Spectre (2015). As soon as he’s finished his Marilyn, he will begin shooting the next one, though no one in a Bond movie can tell you in advance what it’s going to be like. “I think they’re probably trying to figure out what to do with the storyline,” he says. “At least I know that my character is the same. Someone did tell me there might be a scene with Q’s cats.”

I immediately want to sort out an audition for my cat Roger Moore.

“Does Roger travel?” he asks. “Could he go to Pinewood? And can he cock an eyebrow?”

Yes, he can. That’s why he’s called Roger Moore.

“I’ll get onto Barbara Broccoli about it,” he says.

Whishaw has created an ever-widening niche for himself — he has made room in film, theatre and television for malleable, sensitive male characters that are sometimes described as androgynous, but what they really are is sexually ambiguous.

“Do you think I’m androgynous? I think I’m quite male-looking. Androgyny is different to non-binary, but I hate all these labels. I get mixed up.”

It’s true, there are many labels; nonetheless Whishaw is a 21st-century man. When you think of those macho actors of the last century, men like Rock Hudson, who revealed he was gay only when he was dying of Aids, it seems so different now.

Whishaw entered a civil partnership with the Australian composer Mark Bradshaw in 2012, but for a long time he did not discuss his private life. He would say things like, “An actor shouldn’t reveal their sexuality because it pigeonholes them.” Once he had come to terms with it himself, however, hiding it became difficult in a different way. “People assume there’s some juicy secret,” he says. “But I don’t agree any more with that statement [about being pigeonholed]. I don’t think it’s the be-all and end-all, and since revealing my sexuality I haven’t had any negative effects.”

Perhaps that’s because he is such a skilful actor, perhaps the pigeonholes aren’t as rigid as they used to be, or perhaps the revelation has actually helped him. He shrugs. He doesn’t mind talking about it now, it’s just he can’t be conclusive.

At one point, Whishaw was lined up to play Freddie Mercury in Bohemian Rhapsody, although he was never given a contract or confirmed officially. Various versions of the biopic had been on the cards for about 10 years. Sacha Baron Cohen was in the frame first of all, then Whishaw, and ultimately Rami Malek. The film has been accused of not being “gay enough”, but, for all the criticism, Malek’s career-defining role won him an Oscar.

We talk about how hard it was for Mercury to admit that he was gay and how he would refer to himself as bisexual. But then perhaps he was. He certainly had sexual relationships with women. “I think it’s very unfair when people say they’re bisexual and they’re accused of being gay really,” Whishaw says. “If we’re honest about these things, perhaps most people are on a spectrum.”

Whatever the risks he took in revealing his sexuality to the public, Whishaw found it much harder coming out to his family. “I’ve gone through a few difficult things,” he says. “There was a moment in my early twenties when I did not feel very good about myself. It was to do with my sexuality and not knowing how to be myself and hating myself. I did know [my sexuality], I just couldn’t tell anyone.”

When he eventually told his parents, they weren’t surprised, but he still struggled. He sought therapy. “It really did help,” he says.

He carries himself with such a sense of otherness that I am surprised to learn he is a twin. “We were born on the same day and we came out of the same place at the same time, but we are totally unalike,” he says. “Perhaps you can see we are related, but we don’t look alike. He’s blond. He came out first and was very pink and chubby. And I was this squashed, dark thing that popped out a few moments after. We were so different, but we were always dressed the same and taken everywhere together, even to things I was not interested in, like football. So I’ve always defined myself by him, but in opposition to him. I like everything different to him. There’s not a single thing we have in common, except we both liked the scary rides if we were taken to a park.”

Don’t twins normally have a kind of supernatural understanding? “No. No understanding, no telepathy. When I told him [about being gay], he wasn’t surprised, of course, but still.”

He notices a black crystal around my neck and I explain that it was given to me by my hypnotherapist.

“I’d like to try hypnotherapy,” he says. For what? “Smoking,” he says. “It’s so frowned upon. You feel ostracised from the world if you smoke. And there’s the hair twiddling thing.” He starts twiddling his hair. “I’ve probably been doing this for the whole interview.” He hasn’t, but apparently it’s been a lifelong habit. “I’ve done it since I was a baby. I don’t know why I do it.”

I recall the title of a Peter Cook anthology: Tragically, I Was an Only Twin. That’s what Whishaw seems like. I can’t imagine him with a brother. “My dad says if my brother and I were one person we would be an amazing, perfect human,” he replies.

It’s often reported that his father works in IT, but that’s not true. “He lives in the countryside and raises chickens behind a farm. He used to be a footballer and he now works in sports with young people. He’s not an IT person at all,” Whishaw laughs. His mother works in cosmetics. They split up when he was a young boy, but he has good relationships with both of them. He talks about them with love.

The last time we met, Whishaw told me he was afraid of meeting people. “I haven’t got over that,” he says. “I love people, but I’m just shy of meeting new people, especially when they’re famous.”

In particular, he was bashful around Meryl Streep, whom he starred alongside in Mary Poppins. “I’m so completely left speechless when I’m in the same room as her. Do you never feel that speechlessness come on you?” he asks sweetly. “Even though she seemed to be the nicest person, I was very timid and shy around her.”

It’s odd how someone so shy can look so confident — smouldering even — on screen.

He walks off in the furry hat that makes him look part man, part mole. It’s certainly a statement. But perhaps the most curious thing about Whishaw is we’ll never entirely know what that statement is.

Norma Jeane Baker of Troy is showing at the Shed’s Bloomberg Building, New York, April 6-May 19; theshed.org

[bridgewaterpodcast]

Is Jeremy Bradshaw's character supposed to represent rationality towards what we don't understand or is he just a stubborn professor?

I love this question! It's a bit of both - Jeremy is definitely, by his nature, a bit of a stubborn person. But I really wanted to explore the idea that, depending on what we've experienced in our lives, or how we view ourselves and the world, we can be completely blind to stuff that is verifiably, truly happening right in front of us. And, to be honest, it's a little inspired by the way I think myself and a lot of folks might react to a supernatural happening. With a lot of the stuff that happens to Jeremy (with the exception of the HUGE BLACK DOG THAT HE THINKS HE HALLUCINATES (Jer...buddy...)), I could totally see myself rationalizing things that I'd heard or thought I'd seen. Because I don't believe in the supernatural (as much as I want to, I WANNA SEE A GHOST SO BAD), so having that worldview shifted would take something huge.

I'm just really fascinated with the natural of belief and with how to change people's minds. It's very, very hard to change someone's mind when they've built their identity around something (Jeremy, being the child of someone who went missing under mysterious circumstances and became an urban legend of sorts. Jeremy, who has dedicated his life to writing about lore as an academic interest, not something real) and I love that tension in fiction.

[chicagoindiecritics]

New from Kevin Wozniak on Kevflix: Most Anticipated Movies of 2020

Every year, hundreds of movie are released.  From micro-budget indies to gigantic blockbusters, the year the full of movies of all kinds from all around the world.  There are films that come out of nowhere (seriously, who saw Parasite being the movie of 2019?) which are always fun to see, and movies we have been hearing about for years finally being released.  But of the ones that I know are coming out this year, these are the ones that I am most excited for.

And look, I know we’re already almost a quarter of the way through 2020, but let’s be real, there wasn’t a lot of exciting movies coming out in January and February anyway. The only films from the first couple months that would have made this list would have been Bad Boys for Life, and possibly The Invisible Man. However, starting in March, 2020 gets really exciting, so it seemed like the perfect time to do this list.

Here are my most anticipated movies coming out in 2020.

  *NOTE* – I am excluding any film that I saw at Sundance 2020.

        25. THE LAST DANCE (Jason Hehir, June 26)

Is it cheating to have ESPN’s 10-part docuseries about the Chicago Bulls during their historic 1997-1998 season on this list?  Maybe.  But as a life-long Bulls fan, I cannot wait to see the footage they show, the insight they get, and for them to show just insane and competitive Michael Jordan was.  This should be a real treat to any sports fan.

    24. VENOM 2 (Andy Serkis, October 2)

Venom was pretty silly, but rather fun and Tom Hardy’s performance was something special.  The sequel brings in the great Woody Harrelson to play Cletus Kasady/Carnage and pits Andy Serkis behind the camera, which should add more chaos to an already wild film.

    23. SOUL (Pete Docter, June 19)

Pixar has two original movies coming out this year, Onward and Soul.  Of the two, I am more excited to see Soul, mainly because I think the story sounds more interesting – it’s about a musician who has lost his passion for music is transported out of his body and must find it back – and co-director Pete Docter has yet to have made a bad movie (his previous films include Monster’s Inc., Up, and Inside Out).

    22. GHOSTBUSTERS: AFTERLIFE (Jason Reitman, July 10)

Though I was a big fan of Paul Feig’s 2016 female-led reboot, bringing back most of the original cast (R.I.P. Harold Ramis) and adding Paul Rudd in the mix could make for a great summer flick.

    21. THE ETERNALS (Chloé Zhao, November 6)

Black Widow is a near sure-thing for Marvel, but The Eternals, a relatively unknown part of Marvel with all new heroes and actors, will set the stage for the future of the MCU following the Endgame finale.

    20. THE CONJURING: THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT (Michael Chaves, September 11)

I love the Conjuring franchise, particularly the Conjuring films, but with James Wan not behind the camera, I have my hesitations.

    19. GODZILLA VS KONG (Adam Wingard, November 20)

This franchise might be incredibly stupid and all over the place, but being able to see King Kong and Godzilla duke it out on the big screen will be ridiculously fun.

    18. COMING 2 AMERICA (Craig Brewer, December 18)

Between Dolemite is My Name and his hosting duties on Saturday Night Live, Eddie Murphy proved that even after a few missteps, he was still the man.  Coming 2 America is the sequel I didn’t know I needed, as Murphy reprises his role as Akeem who finds out he has a long-lost son in the United States.

    17. MULAN (Niki Caro, March 27)

Save for 2019’s The Lion King, I genuinely like the Disney live-action remakes.  Mulan looks gorgeous and epic and given the PG-13 rating (the first of these movies), looks to be a bit more intense than the animated original.

    16. NO TIME TO DIE (Cary Joji Fukunaga, November 25)

Usually I’d be more excited for a James Bond movie, but after the dud that was Spectre, I have my hesitations.  Still, Daniel Craig is one of the best Bonds ever and Fukunaga is an interesting choice for director, so I’m at the very least intrigued.

    15. A QUIET PLACE PART II (John Krasinski, March 20)

I LOVED the first film and thought John Krasinski showed a real talent behind the camera and really am excited to see what he does next in this world.  However, I wish he had focused the movie on another family or person during this bizarre invasion/crises, but we’ll see where he takes this story.

    14. LAST NIGHT IN SOHO (Edgar Wright, September 25)

Genre-maestro Edgar Wright dives back into the horror genre in a film about one girl’s mysterious journey into the 1960’s that isn’t what it seems.  Anya Taylor-Joy and Thomasin McKenzie lead the cast.

    13. THE SOUVENIR: PART II

Joanna Hogg’s The Souvenir, a powerful, beautiful look at love, trauma, and memory, was one of my favorite films of 2019 and a film I still think about to this day.  I cannot wait to see what Hogg does with Part II, as this is one of my most anticipated sequels of the year.

    12. MALIGNANT (James Wan, August 14)

The plot is unknown as of yet, but it’s an original James Wan horror movie and that is all I need to see this movie.

    11. DUNE (Denis Villeneuve, December 18)

I love Denis Villeneuve as a director and am always excited for any project he is a part of.  However, with such a big cast, budget, and the general idea of a Dune movie at this scale, is this going to be a “good” movie or just the “most” movie?

    10. THE TRIAL OF THE CHICAGO 7 (Aaron Sorkin, October 2)

Any Aaron Sorkin screenplay gets me excited.  Even though it is the same in every movie, I am a sucker for the pacing and density of his words.  With 2017’s Molly’s Game, Sorkin proved that we was great behind the camera as well.  Having written A Few Good Men (one of the best courtroom dramas ever), The Trial of the Chicago 7 looks to be right up Sorkin’s alley, and with the likes of Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Eddie Redmayne, Jeremy Strong, Michael Keaton, Frank Langella, and Sacha Baron Cohen, and Mark Rylance reciting his dialog, this seems like it could be a Sorkin classic.

    9. F9 (Justin Lin, May 22)

The Fast and Furious franchise is one of my favorites.  It is an utterly insane franchise that features ridiculous stunts, gigantic set pieces, some racing, and the theme of family.  I don’t know what F9 has in store for us except for Charlize Theron is back as our villain Cipher, John Cena is in the film as Dominic Toretto’s (Vin Diesel) brother, and Han (Sung Kang) is back some how.  Whatever.  I’m in.

    8. NOMADLAND (Chloé Zhao, TBD)

The fact that we could get two films from the great Chloe Zhao in 2020 gives us a brief insight as to how great 2020 is going to be.  Though Eternals will arguably be the movie that shapes the MCU for the next decade, I’m more looking forward to Zhao’s look at woman (two-time Oscar winner Francis McDormand) as she embarks across the American West after losing everything in the Great Recession.

    7. THE FRENCH DISPATCH (Wes Anderson, July 24)

Wes Anderson is one of the best and most unique auteurs working today.  All of his movies are wildly original, wonderfully written, gorgeous to look at, and feature a stellar cast and The French Dispatch looks to have all of that and then some.

    6. TOP GUN: MAVERICK (Christopher McQuarrie, June 26)

Tom Cruise is one of my favorite actors and his partnership with writer/director Christopher McQuarrie has been one of his best career choices.  Their latest collaboration pits Cruise back in the cockpit (literally) as he reprises his legendary role as Maverick in this sequel to the 80’s classic Top Gun.  Val Kilmer returns as Iceman and we get a slew of new cast members such as Glen Powell, Jennifer Connelly, Jon Hamm, Ed Harris, and Miles Teller as Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, the son of Maverick’s late-friend Goose.  I’m most interested in the meta-narrative of the film, as Maverick’s career in the Navy seems to replicate Cruise’s as a movie-star, which has been a fascinating one.

    5. WONDER WOMAN 1984 (Patty Jenkins, June 5)

Does the DCEU still exist?  Who knows and honestly, who care?  But back in 2017 when it was in full swing and doing miserably, Gal Gadot and Patty Jenkins came and shook the game up.  Wonder Woman is one of my favorite comic book movies ever  It was a thrilling, funny, action-packed film that features one of the greatest superhero moments ever on camera with the “No Man’s Land” scene.  There has only been one teaser for Wonder Woman 1984 and it already looks incredible.  Gadot looks great, Chris Pine is back, Kristen Wiig and Pedro Pascal are the villains, and every visual esthetic, from the costumes to the sets to the color pallet look great.  Oh, and did I mention Wonder Woman swings from lightning bolts using her lasso?  No?  Well that, and I’m sure many more exciting moments like that are going to happen in my most anticipated comic book movie and sequel of 2020.

    4. WEST SIDE STORY (Steven Spielberg, December 18)

This is the most interesting and weirdest film on the list, yet it is one I genuinely cannot wait to see.  Everyone knows West Side Story, the legendary Romeo and Juliet reimagining about two lovers from rival gangs that won numerous awards for its stage play and ten Oscars when it was adapted to the big screen.  The fact that this latest adaptation is directed by Steven Spielberg and written by Tony Kushner is what makes it intriguing.  Spielberg has never made a musical and his films of late have been quieter, politically-focused films (save for The BFG and Ready Player One).  How will he fare in an adaptation of one of the most beloved plays of all-time and one of the greatest cinematic musicals ever?  Spielberg is a master director, so this is bound to be interesting.

    3. DA 5 BLOODS (Spike Lee, TBD)

For a while there, I thought Spike Lee had lost it.  Having not made a great movie since 2002’s 25th Hour, it looked like Lee had lost all of his creative spark, making some of the worst movies of his career.  But with 2017’s BlackKklansman, writer/director Spike Lee proved that he still had the goods and that he was just as great as he was in 90’s.  Da 5 Bloods, a title I love, Lee heads to the jungle of Vietnam, as veterans from the Vietnam War return to the jungle to find their lost innocence.  Starring Chadwick Boseman, Paul Walter Hauser, and a slew of great character actors in Delroy Lindo, Isaiah Whitlock Jr., Clarke Peters, Giancarlo Esposito, and Jean Reno, let’s see is Lee can keep his streak alive.

    2. MANK (David Fincher, TBD)

It’s been seven years since David Fincher directed a feature film.  The Oscar-nominated director spend that back-half of the 2010’s focusing on producing Netflix shows like Mindhunter, House of Cards, and Love,Death, & Robots, so at least he was staying busy.  Director’s latest cinematic venture follows screenwriter Herman J. Mankiewicz’s tumultuous development of Orson Welles’ iconic masterpiece Citizen Kane.  The great Gary Oldman stars and Mankiewicz and Tom Burke, who gave one of the great breakout performances of 2019 in The Souvenir, stars as Welles in a performance I cannot wait to see.  It’s one of my favorite directors making a movie about one of the greatest movies ever made.  How can I not be excited?

    1. TENET (Christopher Nolan, July 17)

Is Christopher Nolan the best director working today?  There’s a strong case for it.  After a decade that saw Nolan make films like Inception, Interstellar, and Dunkirk, he’s back with yet another original action epic.  The plot of the film is unknown as of yet, but it has something to do with globe trotting espionage and time travel.  The cast is Nolan’s most impressive since Inception, featuring spectacular actors such as John David Washington, Robert Pattinson, Elizabeth Debicki, Kenneth Branagh, and Nolan’s favorite, Michael Caine.  Nobody makes movies like Christopher Nolan.  Every film he makes is an event and in a year with no Star Wars and a mysterious Marvel slate, Tenet is the cinematic event of 2020 and the perfect way to start the decade.

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17 May 2019

A veritable smorgasbord

A busy week - and now rushing to finish this before helping deliver a full day of data training to new joiners to the IfG (those charts don't appear by magic, you know - and in the unlikely event any government ministers are thinking of resigning, we'd be grateful if you could leave it until next week, thx). So below is a random medley of thoughts:

Strong line-up of sporting visualisation this week. Complementing that is this fantastic piece on how football has changed, which Tom sent me. Lots of numbers, but no charts, but we'll forgive that given how good it is.

Giuseppe was kind enough to include some of my sports viz in his newsletter this week (you've already subscribed, yes?). That was one of two shout-outs - the other was to this chart which I think tells a lot of stories from the brilliant Devolution at 20 report

I had a great, putting-the-data-world-to-rights conversation with Mike. He's since written this retrospective on working on Open Defra, the quest to publish loads of datasets and change the culture of an organisation

Put Tuesday 4 June in your diary for the next Data Bites event (first one here, second here). Invitations going out very soon - it'll be another great evening

Keep in touch with the future technology project I'm working on at the IfG via our weeknotes here.

Also, I can't believe it's been the best part of fifteen years since Jeremy Paxman used the phrase in today's headline. Time flies.

Thanks for reading!

Gavin

Today's links:

Graphic content

A d'Hondting prospect

A really simple guide to the European elections (BBC News)

European Elections (Politico)

European elections: your guide to the vote you never expected (The Guardian)

European Parliament elections in the UK (IfG)

Nothing has changed

Prime ministerial tenure (me for IfG)

Conservative Party leadership contests – how do they work? (Institute for Government)

How do Conservative Party members rank prospective leadership candidates? A small-scale experiment (David Jeffery)

Sport

THE GROWING GAP BETWEEN THE PREMIERSHIP'S TOP SIX AND THE REST (Gwilym Lockwood)

Premier League endgame: the data behind an historic title race (The Guardian)

Why Liverpool and Manchester City have blown away football rivals* (FT)

Tennis star Naomi Osaka: ‘I let it get to my head a little bit’* (FT)

Maps

The essential lies in news maps (Maarten Lambrechts for DataJournalism.com)

I've put together a new visualization of population density in US cities that is really fun to explore (Garrett Dash Nelson)

findmystreet.co.uk (GeoPlace)

We wanted to share the story of #Scotland's land register completion in a different way (Registers of Scotland)

Somewhat obsessed by these two graphics in Andy Haldane's most recent speech (via Peter Thal Larsen, via Maddy)

Surveys

Hello (govt) #dataviz people. Can you recommend good training, tools and resources for making forays into visualising data? (thread started by Prateek Buch)

Data Visualization Community Survey 2019

Everything else

A Staggering Number of Candidates Are Running for U.S. President*(Bloomberg)

Abortion Bans: How State Laws Have Limited the Procedure This Year*(New York Times)

World Population Growth (Our World in Data)

The global population pyramid: How global demography has changed and what we can expect for the 21st century (Our World in Data)

The IFS Deaton Review (IFS)

Is There a Connection Between Undocumented Immigrants and Crime?(The Marshall Project)

How foreign groups fare in China’s slowing two-track economy* (FT)

Tech's billionaires have take over the world's rich list* (Telegraph)

We'll Have What They're Having: World Diets (National Geographic)

The lifespans of ancient civilisations (BBC Future, via Dan)

Going Critical (Kevin Simler)

Meta data

Digital government

Verify problems highlight four challenges for digital projects (me, for IfG)

Fix the finances, transform the organisation (Public Digital)

Streamlined GDS service standard removes need for ministerial tests (Civil Service World)

Smart waste tracking challenge: are we any closer to solutions? (Defra Digital)

How do you design permissions worth trusting? (Sarah Gold, IF)

Appointments

Leading experts appointed to AI Council to supercharge the UK’s artificial intelligence sector (Office for AI/BEIS/DCMS)

Carly Kind appointed Director of the Ada Lovelace Institute (Ada Lovelace Institute)

Wanted: A new national statistician to restore the public’s faith in data(Hetan Shah for City AM)

Openness

A Belated OpenDefra Retro… (Mike Rose)

UK IRM Researcher Reflects on the UK End-of-Term Report for 2016-18 NAP (Ben Worthy for Open Government Network)

Are you a #journalist reporting on the UK? Please, share your experience with #FOI requests and #government #data (Maria Zuffova, via Dan)

Government response to the ICO's report, Outsourcing Oversight?

Jobs

JOB: Data Insights Manager (Good Things Foundation)

JOBS: Anyone want an exciting opportunity to work across government, transforming how we manage & use information, making government better? (Glyn Jones, Cabinet Office)

Tech

It's not enough to break up Big Tech. We need to imagine a better alternative (Evgeny Morozov for The Guardian)

'It was an experiment': Alexander Nix on Cambridge Analytica, Brexit and Trump* (The Spectator)

Technology Is as Biased as Its Makers (Longreads)

People, Power and Technology: The Tech Workers' View (Doteveryone)

The automation delusion: why robots aren’t the biggest threat to your job(New Statesman America)

SWARMS OF DRONES, PILOTED BY ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE, MAY SOON PATROL EUROPE’S BORDERS (The Intercept, via Lewis)

Tech workers organize protest against Palantir on the GitHub coding platform (Fast Company)

Everything else

Data trail* (Tortoise, via Hannah)

Increased demand in the data science job market (ONS Data Science Campus)

‘We’re not leaving this bar until we’ve come up with such a great idea that I can’t sack you” (an old one but a good one - Tony Ageh)

From making data physical to giving journalists confidence (and a few other things too): Data Journalism UK 2019 (Paul Bradshaw)

San Francisco is first US city to ban facial recognition (BBC News)

Exclusive: MPs Step Up Fight Against 'Dodgy Data And Dirty Money' In UK Elections (Huffington Post, via Dan)

What is a ‘data state of mind’? And how you can develop it(DataJournalism.com)

Is data the new oil? (Health Foundation)

And finally...

Eurovision

The Eurosearch Song Contest 2019 (Google News Initiative)

Brits want to leave Eurovision... by [go on, have a guess what the result was] (YouGov)

Food and drink

Walking distance to the nearest pub (r/dataisbeautiful)

America’s avocado supply is set to tighten* (The Economist)

Everything else

Men speaking vs women speaking (Sue Montgomery, via Martin)

This AI 'solves' Super Mario Bros. and other classic NES games (Wired)

I loved @buildbrewtopia's map of parking so much that I've... erm… extended it to the whole... of Great Britain (Tom Forth)

8 things we learned from this map of the highest point in every county in England (CityMetric)

On the Internet, nobody knows you're a dog (J Wolfgang Goerlich)

Women's heights, worldwide - and also... (@callin_bull, via Dan andMarcus)

Unraveling the JPEG (Parametric Press, via in other news)

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Parallax views

Black Men Loving Black Men Is A Revolutionary Act ”by Darnell L. Moore (newnownext.com)

...I love black men on purpose because black men like my dad and Dae loved me out of the haze of lovelessness I learned to wade through; they’ve loved me back to life by seeing in me parts of themselves. And that is the type of love that costs the giver something, our relinquishing to the fact of our own worth in a society that tries to bankrupt our spirits before deposits of love are made.           Sometimes I want to ask white gay couples if they’ve spent an inordinate amount of time brushing off the toxic residue left over from daily anti-black racist aggressions, incessant forms of mundane disrespect, everyday demands to be what one is not, daily performances of innocence to keep oneself from being shot dead by law enforcement or racist vigilantes in our hoods, the tight cage of masculinity, and the agile movements one must make when averting the gaze through which black men are viewed before they kiss, hold one another close, whisper beautiful sentiments or fuck each night...           [...] Black men loving black men is, as the deceased black gay writer Joseph Beam opined in the 1980s, a “revolutionary act” because every moment a black man is transgressive enough to love what he has been socialized to hate he commits an act of insurgency.

Don’t Hate Me Because I’m Not Dating Other Black Men Apparently, as a black man, I owe it to myself and to black men everywhere to date inside my race only. by Jeremy Helligar, Contributor (huffingtonpost.com)

...  Of all the things I would change about myself if I could, being gay and being black are not two of them. I consider both to be badges of honor. They’ve made me who I am, and I couldn’t love me more. That said, there are nights when I go to bed and dream of waking up the next morning and experiencing 24 hours in which my race isn’t a factor in pretty much every aspect of my gay life, from who hits on me to who doesn’t...            [...] I’ve been loudly critical of people who adopt hierarchies of skin color and those who banish entire races and ethnicities from their dating and sexing pool. I stand by everything I’ve written. But that’s different from telling people what color their boyfriends should be. Boyfriend shaming wasn’t cool when Carrie Bradshaw’s therapist did it (in the Sex and the City episode where the heroine hooked up with a hunk who looked a lot like Jon Bon Jovi), or when the sister of Samantha Jones’s black beau did it (revisit her tirade in the video below), and it’s even more infuriating when total strangers do it.           For the record, ruling in or ruling out someone based solely on race and putting it in writing on Grindr, or wherever, is racist. So is telling a black man that he’s less of a person and full of self-hatred because he’s not dating other black men....

On Being Black, ‘Woke,’ And Dating White People Does dating a white person really make someone “less black”? By Zeba Blay (huffingtonpost.com)

Once upon a time, Barack Obama dated a white girl. But he didn’t just date her ― he wanted to marry her, and proposed to her, twice, before her disapproving parents reportedly put an end to the relationship.           When details of this story came out last week, some outlets reported it with the thinly-veiled implication that Obama, so beloved for having married an exceptional black woman like Michelle Obama, had some kind of dirty secret. He hadn’t always been Michelle’s ride-or-die.           Indeed, according to the biography Rising Star: The Making of Barack Obama written by David Garrow, Obama let go of his white woman (who was  actually a half Dutch and half Japanese woman named Sheila Miyoshi Jagger) for a calculated reason ― he knew that in order to become president one day, to be credibly black, he had to be married to a black woman.           That Obama, the first black president of the United States, allegedly felt that a non-black partner would be a liability to his political career says a lot about the way we view black leaders, activists, public figures and those who they choose to date....

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Jeremy Bradshaw portrait 🫶

I missed drawing him and I had not drawn him this way with alcohol markers yet so here you go, I needed to have him drawn this way, he’s my comfort character after all 😭🫶

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Jeremy, Vipin and Olivia’s pizza night!

I really wanted to draw our favourite squad today so here we go!! I had not drawn like this since a while and I missed it a lot <3

I like to imagine they often do various stuff together as a bestie group and this time Vip and Liv suggested to Jeremy to come over to chill, maybe play some tabletop games and to discuss about whatever they want. So Jeremy decided to bring pizzas!!

Inspired by this reference pic from @draw-the-squad-like-this !!

Tag yourself, I’m Vipin being overjoyed at the sight of pizzas (and probably by the smell of pizzas too jdjdjdj)

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My Little Pony: Bridgewater is Magic

This is what happens when I have my specific interests making crossovers in my mind: you end up with myself asking to myself: what would the Bridgewater characters look like if they were ponies? So here you go with our mane 3: Olivia Hoskins, Vipin Khurana and Jeremy Bradshaw! Nobody asked for them but my own silly brain but here they are 🙏

I spent a good amount of research time for them not gonna lie especially as it is the first time I draw ponies ever!!

After the read more a close up of the ponies and a few explanations:

I forgot to take a pic of Jeremy when I put the white hair of beard on him sorry! So the brown scheme is because I picture him with his brown corduroy coat, the hair going grey, with his glasses. The bag with his usual pins of course, and also his cutie mark is a reminder of him since he was a foal, trying to seek for the truth through research hence the bulb lighting up on the written paperwork! And a unicorn because he kinda believes in magic although he doesn’t so I don’t think he would use much his power at least at first!

Our best earth pony: Vipin!! Red is for his hoodie, my brain is simple, he has a bag too because Jeremy’s TA with the matching pin, and the sunflower cutie mark is because he’s that sunshine person with everybody, happy to help and just here with a lot of joy and optimism! However I do feel like he had unicorn ancestry so as Pinkie Pie he’d have that kind of Pinkie sense which saved the trio quite a lot

Then here’s Olivia!! Purple colour because I think it’s her fave colour, and the hair represents the hair I headcanon her with. The cutie mark is a heart in three parts because it shows how caring and loving she is, the outer heart is for anypony, the second heart is for her family and friends, and the inner heart is for herself because she learnt to love herself <3 and she is a fashion icon hence the piercings and makeup 🫶

I chose her to be a Pegasus because of that thought I had (do not read it if you’re not done with Bridgewater and that you understand MLP ways of pony genetics although it might be off slightly)

I hope you enjoyed!!! Thank you for bearing with my brain <3