#Judy Light

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Before 1.01 The Imposter ↳ 2,107 1080p logofree screencaps

Before 1.02 The Scientist ↳ 2,050 1080p logofree screencaps

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Billy Crystal Takes on a Serious Roll in "Before"

Stand-up comedy legend Billy Crystal stars with Judy Light in Apple TVs Before. The character-driven psychological thriller is about Eli, played by Crystal, a dysfunctional child psychiatrist, which is not a shocker. Psychiatrists are crazy and commit crimes; they’re nuts. Apple TV’s Before is a 10-episode series following Eli, who recently lost his wife, Lynn, played by Judy Light. Eli…

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Writing Dialogue

Dialogue is a spoken exchange between multiple characters in a play, film, TV show, or another type of creative writing.

Writing dialogue reveals character development, speech patterns, and mannerisms, which can also propel the plot forward.

Often, authors employ realistic dialogue that captures how specific people speak.

Sometimes they use direct dialogue (showing what a character wants), and other times they are rich in subtext (illuminating depth beneath the surface of the exchange).

How to Format Dialogue Dialogue formatting can show verbal exchanges between two characters effectively.

Consider these guidelines on how to punctuate dialogue:

Quotation marks. Writers should use double quotation marks to encase a character’s spoken words. Single quotation marks may appear within dialogue when someone is quoting another.

Dialogue tag. Writers typically insert a comma at the end of a sentence as a dialogue tag to denote the speaker (such as: “Let’s eat,” Travis said.). The comma should appear comma before the closing set of quotation marks.

Closing punctuation after quotation marks. An exclamation point or question mark may also appear before the closing quotation marks.

New paragraph. When characters talk back and forth to one another, start a new section each time another character speaks a line of dialogue.

How to Write Dialogue

Consider the following writing tips from Judy Blume on how to craft strong dialogue:

Dialogue breaks up your text. Writers can use dialogue to enliven long blocks of text. “I'll flip through a book, and if it's dense, dense, dense, dense, no paragraphs, no dialogue, I don't want to read it,” Judy says. “But dialogue lightens up your book on the page. You want white space on the page. Dialogue gives you that: playlets, I often put in little playlets in my book; it's like a little play within a scene.”

To write better dialogue, read more of it. Authors write great dialogue by reading great dialogue. “Reading and reading and reading, you will find what's good dialogue, what you think is good dialogue, and what you think is wooden and not very good dialogue,” Judy says. “And you will learn from that just by reading it and reading it and going to the next book and finding it because it's there. It's in every novel. There's dialogue.”

Keep your word choice simple. In a few of her earlier works, Judy did not use the word “said” when writing dialogue. “I decided that I would write this whole novel without ever using he word ‘said,’ that said was such a boring word,” she says. “‘He said.’ ‘She said.’ I had my thesaurus by my side, and my characters did everything but say. My characters exclaimed. They beguiled. And they did everything but say. Throw away your thesaurus when you’re writing.”

Write realistic voices. Developing a character’s voice requires observing real-life exchanges and using smart word choices. “It’s a question of capturing the way people talk when they're talking to each other on the street, you know, in the workplace, wherever,” Judy says. “Your characters should each speak as themselves, meaning they are believable and recognizable.”

Source ⚜ Writing References: Worldbuilding ⚜ Plot ⚜ Character More: Better Dialogue ⚜ Children's Dialogue ⚜ Dialogue Prompts

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thought i heard a red-winged blackbird red-winged blackbird down my road he'll be in there singing his heart out he'll be telling me stories too of where he went to winter last year of how he's going back there too

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Sometimes you just have to listen to the live version of a song and feel like you're ascending to godhood...

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FOUNDATION | 2.07 | A Necessary Death I wanted to see her. One last time.

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Styling The Secret History: Camilla Macaulay

(Styling the Secret History: 1/10)

“And then there were a pair, boy and girl. I saw them together a great deal, and at first I thought they were boyfriend and girlfriend, until one day I saw them up close and realized they had to be siblings. Later I learned they were twins. They looked very much alike, with heavy dark-blond hair and epicene faces as clear, as cheerful and grave, as a couple of Flemish angels. And perhaps most unusual in the context of Hampden--where pseudo-intellects and teenage decadents abounded, and where black clothing was de regueur-- they liked to wear pale clothes, particularly white. In this swarm of cigarettes and dark sophistication they appeared here and there like figures from an allegory, or long-dead celebrants from some forgotten garden party.” - The Secret History (by Donna Tartt)

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Key Styling Details:

white, tan and khaki

soft, flowing materials (silk, lace, satin, linens, etc.)

mix of very androgynous and hyper feminine silhouettes

angel/doll-like

minimal details (that men can project onto)

vintage and/or antique items

“light academia” aesthetic

high quality materials (designer items)

sharper, black clothes post Bunny’s death

clothing gives illusion of freedom from expectation

Bonus// Fancast: Anya Taylor-Joy

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You either love Judy Hopps or you’re wrong

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Stella McCartney Christmas Light Switch On, 2013 Photographer: Nick Harvey

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Broadway Divas Tournament: Round 2A Audios

New round, all new audio (more or less). In combing through my 58 GBs of personal audio bootlegs, here's a taste of what our favorite Divas can sound like live.

Six more audios to follow

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Day 11: Friendship!

Idk why, in these days my sketchbook doesn't cooperate.

Passage lessons gotta be useful for the sketchbook???

Anyways. There are maaany characters in my story, lol. Now you can see most of them. The names are written, one day I'll introduce y'all to the characters that I haven't spoken about yet!

Also, @sailorygnim hellooo<33 your skykid is thereeeee:)))

(almost forgot to say: the designs in the drawing are from the future sequel of the story!)

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CLASSPECT INVERSION FOR OUR (w @typographic-horror) TROLLSONAS!!!! COMIC

Rogue and Prince are the og ones (if u are struggling to understand the text press alt on pic)

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Whispers in the Dark

Eddie x Original Female Character Pt 1 of Eldath's Priestess 2067 words

Warnings: Eddie's death explored. Grief and mourning. Tag: Angst, bittersweet fluff, whump (but not for long), flashbacks Can be read on ao3 A special thank you to @anakinkshamer and @voyeurmunson for being my eyes in this.

Summary: With Hawkins in the throws of madness, Judy returns on request of her ex's uncle, Wayne Munson. She arrives to a decimated town and a dead Eddie Munson. While her childhood love is dead, his shadow still looms over her every step.

Notes: The Hawkins flu of ’76 only struck children. A few of the children were hit harder than most, including Judy Sondheim, 10 years old. These children experienced high fevers leading to febrile seizures, culminating in total loss of vision. This, however, opened them up to experimental treatment, provided by the local government sponsored bio lab. All subjects were cured through the mysterious treatment, leaving the patients with permanent vision deficits, chronic migraines, and vivid (rumored precognitive) nightmares. These were attributed to the effects of the fever, and not the treatment.

Cold, that’s what she felt, cold. Ash, like snow, floating in the air, glinting in the flashes of silent lightning. The form of her lover and childhood friend, laying on his side, facing her, his brown eyes nearly black in the dark. Like they used to lay, Judy’s back against the wall, Eddie boxing her in, but this was not her reality.

Judy felt a pain in her chest, twisting the words from her lips. “When I wake up, you’ll be gone.”

The corners of her ghostly lover’s lips turned down for a moment, breaking his warm smile. “Yep.” He croaked, tears welling up and glittering in the shadowy glow of the underworld. His long fingers traced across her cheek, as if to savor the sorrow. He chuckled, clearing his throat to avoid another outburst. “But that’s okay. Becau-…Because you’ll be safe. Far away from this hellhole.”

“Please…” She ran her fingers through his hair, guiding him closer, lips an inch apart, “I want to stay.”

His lips scooped hers up into a gentle kiss before releasing and tracing up her nose, kissing her brow.

“Please.” She whimpered.

His voice, soft, buzzed in his chest. “I know, baby. Shh. I know.”

I know… Eddie’s voice echoed through Judy’s head as she opened her eyes. Another haunting dream, a painful dream, a dream of an immaterial love, a love that stings, a regretful love. Edward Munson was dead, swallowed up by the earth along with several other people and much of her hometown of Hawkins. She had come to defend her ex-boyfriend from the false accusations of murder and satanic worship, but a day on the road had brought her to a much more terrifying display.

Smoke from the meeting of four large cracks in the earth billowed into the sky. People, homes, buildings, trees, animals…God knows of the things that melted into the cracks of the earth’s crust. The lake by which she and Eddie had loitered, the banks which she and her brother Joey had combed for interesting rocks was gone, evaporated into pulsating red and orange fumes. The smoke had poisoned even the heartiest of flora from the banks and fields.

She and her aunt Margie had a two-story house in the west, close to the school where Margie presided as English teacher and department head. For so long, Judy had believed it to be cursed, and yet it still stood, untouched by the disaster. Meanwhile the Munson trailer and Lover’s Lake were either destroyed or completely gone. Those were her safe places, a vacation from her mind and the stress around her.

“Is the room ready?” A voice called from the floor below.

“Not quite yet, I need to move some of the wall stuff.” Judy hollered back.

Margie’s steps squeaked up the narrow staircase, her voice growing closer. “Wayne will be here within the hour. You said you’d be up and dressed two hours ago.” She turned the corner to see her niece’s face. “Were you…?” She reached out her petite hand, brushing against Judy’s cheek, “were you crying in your sleep?”

“Guess I was…” Judy said, running her robe’s sleeve across her face.

Her aunt paused, realizing that Judy was not in the space to function. “Well, just move the stuff when you’re ready. Take your time.” She managed a weak, reassuring smile, “it’s okay to grieve, Judy.”

She leaned against her doorframe, “I just need to get over it. Not like we were…” Her leg began to bounce neurotically, “ya know…together…anymore. So…” She took a deep breath in, pushing her heel down as she breathed out, forcing her leg to stop shaking.

“Take your time.” Margie’s hand gave her elbow a comforting squeeze. Pressure always helped Judy in her episodes, brought her back down to earth. Judy watched her aunt turn back down the stairs, pausing for a moment, eyes almost completely out of sight. “He would ask about you whenever he could. I think don’t you give him enough credit.”

I know. Eddie’s voice called back, passing through the back of her skull. Running his ghostly hands through her hair.

Judy took another deep breath. It still wasn’t enough. No amount of deep breathing was enough to release the vice grip her heart was in. She walked across the hall to the bathroom, running the water in the sink, turning on the fan, and closing the door. Carefully, she climbed into the bathtub, fully clothed, and closed the shower curtain.

And. Release.

She opened her mouth and forced her soul from her throat, releasing a bitter string of sobs that grew both quieter and yet more intense as they went on, becoming more of a gag in the end. Her head pulsated with a dull thump, encircling from temple to temple and tightening with each breath. Climbing out from the tub, she sprawled herself out on the bathroom tile to cool down. Tears and sweat had moistened her face, which was now nearly boiling to the touch. The ceiling spun each time her glance turned towards it. After the third time, she resolved herself to gaze at the tub’s grout beside her.

“I heard you have the Princess Bride.” A boy said, his voice echoing in her mind.

“I’m not done with it yet.” she muttered. Her voice was strange, almost floating up into the ether. Judy simply closed her eyes and drew back into her memories, returning to her hospital bed. She was small again, and so was he.

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His hair was cropped, almost buzzed. And his brown eyes stared her down as she lay motionless in her bed. The flu that had overtaken Hawkins targeted children more than other demographics. The children’s ward was almost full to bursting with the infected, coughing with open mouths and sneezing, uninterrupted by rags, hands, or elbows.

Head throbbing and tight, it took all her might to turn her head and face this boy.

“Nuh-uh.” He reached over her body, taking the book from under her hand. “You can’t even move. How can you read if you can’t move?”

Judy could feel the tears well up in her eyes, croaking out, “please…I…I’m not done. I…haven’t gotten to the cliffs yet.” Her head felt so hot, her skin burned two inches below the surface.

“How do you know the book if you haven’t finished it yet?” he asked, narrowing his gaze in suspicion.

“My brother reads it to me all the time. And if I have it, he can read it to me when he comes to visit.” She blinked, allowing the tears to run down her temples and into her hair. “Have you…read it?”

He nodded, looking that the hardcover novel in his hands. “I’m good at reading.”

“I can’t read too good anymore.”

“How old are you?” The boy asked.

“I’m ten.”

“Me too.” He shifted his weight, wobbling his boredom away. “And you can’t read? That’s dumb.”

She turned her head away from him, tears falling on her pillow as she grew quiet.

“Don’t cry. I didn’t say you were dumb, just that you not reading is dumb.” He seemed worried, as if he realized he had made a mistake. “Hey.” He tugged at her shoulder, immediately causing Judy to whimper in pain. Her skin was hot, like the sidewalk in the summer. The boy drew his hand back and ran out of the ward.

She heard him run to the nurses’ station, and the boy shouting. “She’s real hot! Something’s wrong with her!”

“Who Eddie? Wrong with who?” Asked one of the women.

With urgency he simply yelled, “Come on!” Before two sets of shoes began running down the hall to the children’s ward.

Judy’s vision began to blur as her eyes rolled back and she lost consciousness. “She’s seizing.” The nurse muttered to herself before screaming for her coworkers to join her.

Judy returned to her body over an hour later, opening her eyes slowly, the pulsating consciousness seeping back into her in waves. But where she had expected to see the children’s ward, all she saw was white. “Mom…” She mumbled, “mom…”

A nurse’s beautiful voice broke through the silence, “It’s okay, Judy. You’re okay.”

Judy reached out a hand to touch where the voice came from, “mom?”

“No, honey, it’s Miss Harriet. Your nurse. Remember?”

“Everything’s white. I can’t see.” The little girl shifted in her bed. “What happened?”

“You had a seizure.” The nurse took Judy’s hand and held it, “But you’re okay now. Your friend came and got us.” Judy felt the nurse gently hold her eyelids open. “Now you said something about not being able to see?”

“Everything is white. I can’t.” Judy began to cry again.

“Shh, you’re alright, baby. I’ll go get the doctor. Don’t try to get up. Just stay here.” The nurse left briskly, as Judy could hear her footsteps.

The nurse returned with the doctor. They continued the examination. All the while the boy stood by his bed and waited. Obscured by the curtain that had been thrown around her bed, he could not see the girl who he had made cry.

But the girl, Judy, was quiet. She didn’t scream or cry loudly like the other children when the curtain was around them. Once they were done, she was left alone.

Judy heard another pair of feet approach, “Thanks…Eddie…” She spoke. She had guessed that was his name since that was what the nurse had called him earlier.

“Are you okay?” he asked sheepishly.

She nodded, “I think so. I just…I can’t see.”

“I heard if your fever gets too high, it happens. But maybe it won’t stay that way.” He paused, searching in his mouth for the right words to say, “since you can’t see, and you haven’t finished the book... If you want to, I can read to you.” He paused, before reiterating, “If you want to.”

“I’d like that a lot.” She smiled. There was a moment where a buzz traveled from the side of herself closest to him that only increased when she invited him to sit beside her. She could have asked him to sit on the stool used by the nurse during observation, but there was a part of her that wanted him close.

Eddie picked up where Judy had left off, as Fezzik had the princess on his back, preparing to climb the cliffs to the trap which would be planted for the mysterious stranger that followed them, who Judy already knew was the Dread Pirate Roberts.

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If only she could be there again.

How long she had been in the bathroom, she did not know. But by the time she exited the room, now clean but still pale and drained from grief, Wayne Munson was standing in the hall.

“Shit, the room.” Judy scrambled to her brother Joey’s old room, a place that pained her to enter. Wayne’s footsteps gently followed behind her. Judy began reaching for the multitude of posters from the walls, blurting apologies before feeling a hand on her shoulder.

“You can leave them up, kiddo. It’s okay.” His voice was always soft, yet the strong rural drawl would always a certain strength she couldn’t quite place. It was a father’s voice.

She sighed, “it’s not. Your home is gone, and I didn’t even bother to prepare ours for you.” Judy turned, still in her robe, letting out an embarrassed chuckle. “It’s noon and I haven’t even gotten dressed yet.”

“You go ahead and get dressed. I can take care of myself.” Wayne squeezed her shoulder reassuringly.

Judy thanked him, leaving the room as it was, half redecorated into a suitable room for an adult guest and not an angsty young man with a drug habit. She returned to the seclusion of her room, closing the door behind her.

She joined the two adults an hour later, sitting on the couch, watching the television set. General Hospital, it was already 3pm. That meant she had taken three hours to do something that used to take 45 minutes. And yet, it took even more effort to make it down the steps and grab a pop from the fridge. Her aunt smiled at her. Wayne nodded. Judy only nodded back as she sat in the wingback chair in front of the window, joining the pair in consuming the television rays in silence.

Thank you for reading! This is a passion project of mine, and it means a lot that you are taking time out of your life to read this. Next chapter next week?

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The rainbow and pink, white, and orange hearts symbolize their friendship.:3