#Julia Swain

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'The Wrath of Becky' Fearlessly Outdoes the Original

The following review was written by Ultimate Rabbit correspondent, Tony Farinella. I vaguely remember watching 2020’s “Becky” when it was released through various digital platforms.  Besides the brutal violence and seeing Kevin James as a Neo-Nazi, the film didn’t really leave a lasting impression on me as a viewer. When I heard they were going to make a sequel, “The Wrath of Becky,” I was…

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The Case of the Greater Gatsby will be back from hiatus with ten brand new episodes starting October 16th!

Listen on Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast... Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/7eYjoMx...

FEATURING Sean Persaud as Ford Phillips Sinéad Persaud as Fig Wineshine Curt Mega as Announcer Parvesh Cheena as Whitley Trufflehaus Julia Cho as Sheilah Graham Lesli Margherita as Mel Hammermeister Tommy Hobson as Barnaby Nightingale Lauren Lopez as Penny Nickelpenny Dante Swain as Bixby Crane Mary Kate Wiles as Vivian Nightingale Sarah Grace Hart as Wilhelmina Vanderjetski Krystina Arielle as Juniper Wetblossom Joanna Sotomura as Claudette Knickerbocker Gabe Greenspan as Roger Haircremé Matthew Mercer as Mo Beats Carlos Alazraqui as Leery O'Shaughnessey and Joey Richter as Dash Gunfire

Original music by Dylan Glatthorn Audio recording by Noah Hunt Audio Mixing and Sound Design by Lizzie Goldsmith

Executive Producers Paul Komoroski & Michael Walsh Produced by Sean Persaud, Sinead Persaud, and Mary Kate Wiles Special thanks to Kickstarter backers Katie Adamczyk, Ally Brown, Zainab Khan, Shao Chih Kuo, Jane Leach, Avalee Long, Lisel Perrine, Halsea Root, The Rude Mechanicals, Heather Tennant, and Justin Waterman

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Everyone's making cowboys/girls right now, so I made a sensitive punk-poet boy and a clumsy but persistent skater girl instead, featuring another brilliant CAS background by @vyxated!

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The Girls @ cpre by Adam Swaine Via Flickr: www.adamswaine.co.uk

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I’m now halfway through The Magnus Archives’ 1st season, so I thought it would be cool to just post my thoughts on each episode so far :). (Spoilers, I like all of them, and this podcast is going to be all I care about for a while.) Also NO SPOILERS PLEASE!!!

Link to Masterpost (contains all of these thought posts)

- Episode 1, Anglerfish 🚬

Statement of Nathan Watts, regarding an encounter on Old Fishmarket Close, Edinburgh.

Really strong start, not the scariest episode so far but definitely unnerving, and it gives a good first impression and layer of intrigue. While the story is simple in comparison to the later ones, it was still enjoyable, and I was just appreciating the atmosphere and framing device of the episode as well.

- Episode 2, Do Not Open ⚰️

Statement of Joshua Gillespie, regarding his time in the possession of an apparently empty wooden casket.

This is still one of my favorites. The whole time I was on edge, and this was the first episode that really kept me up at night. I went from wanting to know what was inside the coffin desperately, to wanting to stay away from it as much as possible. Joshua’s insuring dread and creative solution to his problems was fantastic, and it ends with some intriguing plot threads being set up.

- Episode 3, Across The Street 📓

Statement of Amy Patel, regarding the alleged disappearance of her acquaintance Graham Folger.

I think I share a common sentiment when I say that Amy stalking Graham was almost as creepy as the actual horror lmao. Overall I don’t have that much to say about this one, but it was very enjoyable, and I feel really bad for Graham in retrospect :(.

- Episode 4, Pageturner 📕

Statement of Dominic Swain, regarding a book briefly in his possession in the winter of 2012.

I…feel like I should hold off on talking about this one for now. While it was definitely well written and creepy, it just seems to be so full of setup for future plot lines that I almost don’t feel like I can form a concise opinion on it until I really get what’s going on. Honestly, my only complaint with this episode is that maybe it’s setting up TOO much in one go, but I still had a good time with it overall.

- Episode 5, Thrown Away 🗑️

Statement of Kieran Woodward, regarding items recovered from the refuse of 93 Lancaster Road, Walthamstowe.

This one actually did a pretty good job at getting me to think about waste disposal workers lmao, I never really thought about them like that before. This one was just really creepy, but also kind of fun in a weird twisted way. It did a great job keeping me on edge as well.

- Episode 6, Squirm 🪱

Statement of Timothy Hodge, regarding his sexual encounter with Harriet Lee and her subsequent death.

I am simultaneously horrified, and unfortunately aroused by what happened here.

- Episode 7, The Piper 🔫

Statement of Staff Sgt. Clarence Berry, regarding his time serving with Wilfred Owen in the Great War.

Having an episode set nearly 100 years ago is a really fun idea, and it’s executed perfectly here. It was interesting how it also featured a real person, and I liked how the paranormal activity felt more metaphorical here, it really did feel like it was showcasing the horror of war.

- Episode 8, Burned Out 🌳

Statement of Ivo Lensik, regarding his experiences during the construction of a house on Hill Top Road, Oxford.

I found this one to be very nerve-wracking, since not only was the whole scenario with the tree just, like…three creepy things happening at once, but the fact that the statement was given by someone with schizophrenia did a good job making me question it’s validity, even though I’m certain it’s true after listening to a later statement. I also hope that I get to see how the history of the house is unveiled in the future.

- Episode 9, A Father’s Love 💡

Statement of Julia Montauk, regarding the actions and motivations of her father, the serial killer Robert Montauk.

This one made me feel really sad :(. I really felt Julia’s despair in this one (Jonathan Sims does such great voice acting for every statement btw, both the character and the actual person), and I was even more saddened by the implications of why Robert did what he did. If my assumptions are correct, then…SCREW THE MOTHER! It was also the first one that got me thinking about where exactly all of the paranormal stuff comes from, and later episodes only add to my theory that it’s all due to demons/cults/higher powers.

- Episode 10, Vampire Killer 🧛🏻

Statement of Trevor Herbert, regarding his life as a self-proclaimed vampire hunter.

Much like Episode 8, this one did a really good job at making me question the validity of the statement, although I became more sure of its truth a bit earlier. I also just love how nonchalant Trevor comes off as, compared to all of the other traumatized horror victims. (Also, I’m guessing that the name Trevor and the episode title are meant to be a Castlevania reference?) While vampires aren’t the most creative thing for an episode, at least in comparison to everything else, the beast-like execution here more than made up for it in my opinion.

- Episode 11, Dreamer 💭

Statement of Antonio Blake, regarding his recent dreams about Gertrude Robinson, previous Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute.

Yeah…Gertrude Robinson did not die a normal death. My guess is that she was caught by ✨the horrors✨, but I’ll wait and see. This was another very tense episode, with the prophetic dream world being really, REALLY creepy. I do hope we get to see more of “Antonio” in the future, as I think he could be quite important. (I also hope he gets punched for DUMPING GRAHAM IN HIS TIME OF NEED-)

- Episode 12, First Aid 🏥

Statement of Lesere Saraki, regarding a recent night-shift at St. Thomas Hospital, London.

OMG GERARD KEAY HI HI HI HI HOW ARE YOU!!! Yeah I audibly gasped when he showed up again, it was such a cool moment. Anyways, hospitals already creep me the fuck out so this was pretty effective. Definitely some great setup here, and it helped to make a bit more sense of Pageturner, now that I have a better idea of what Gerard’s whole deal is. It also added some good fuel to the whole cult idea, and my god this poor nurse. Having to deal with all of this in a single night sounds like hell.

- Episode 13, Alone 🌫️

Statement of Naomi Herne, regarding the events following the funeral of her fiancé, Evan Lukas. Statement taken direct from subject.

Having a new voice in this episode was really cool, and Katie Davison did an excellent job as Naomi! It was also cool to see how Jon interacts with other people, he was…nicer than expected. This episode honestly felt like it was calling me out, as I am also someone who’s confident in my independence, but if I was in Naomi’s place I would also probably be scared shitless. I really hope she’ll get a happy ending :(. Also, The Lukas family is quite intriguing, especially since we now know they have a connection to The Institute…

- Episode 14, Piecemeal 👆

Statement of Lee Rentoul, regarding the murder of his associate Paul Noriega.

Firstly, this is probably my favorite of Jon’s vocal deliveries. His performance of Lee Rentoul just feels perfect. (Once again, this applies to both the writer and the character, I’m genuinely convinced the latter is an ex-theatre kid.) Outside of that, THIS ONE CREEPED ME OUT. The body horror was very effective, with the only thing holding it back being the fact that Lee isn’t the most likable protagonist in the podcast, but if this happened to someone else I’d be even more upset. Still though, it was a very creative concept, and the whole vibe and execution of the episode made it great.

- Episode 15, Lost Johns’ Cave 🕯️

Statement of Laura Popham, regarding her experience exploring the Three Counties System of caves with her sister Alena Sanderson.

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fu-

- Episode 16, Arachnophobia 🕷️

Statement of Carlos Vittery, regarding his arachnophobia and its manifestations.

The way they tackled the concept in the title was really well done. Arachnophobia is seen as an irrational fear by a lot of people, so having it portrayed as an effect of childhood trauma was a good call. And as someone who is not arachnophobic, this episode got me close to feeling that way. What ever force was making Carlos relive his trauma is a sick fuck. Also the cat was a real one, glad he survived the whole situation. (Also THE WORMS, HOLY SHIT IT’S THE SEX WORMS!!!)

- Episode 17, The Boneturner’s Tale 🦴

Statement of Sebastian Adekoya, regarding a new acquisition at Chiswick Library.

This episode really compelled me to get out the rubber bands connecting images lmao. I really liked all of the connections to past statements here, like the presence of another book from the library of Jurgen Leitner, to the mention of Micheal Crew. The body horror here was once again very creepy, (outside of the flat rat, that was morbidly funny), but my favorite part of the episode was the introduction of Elias, which was a humorous, but also very intriguing scene. Also, the themes of books containing power was great as well. Great stuff all around.

- Episode 18, The Man Upstairs 🥩

Statement of Christof Rudenko, regarding his interactions with a first floor resident of Welbeck House, Wandsworth.

…ew. Ok in all seriousness, this is probably my least favorite episode so far. Still very far from bad, but after all of the extremely interesting themes and plot threads, having an episode where the idea was just “What if a guy had a house covered in meat? Wouldn’t that be fucked up?”, felt just a little bit underwhelming. Which like, the fact that my least favorite episode’s biggest problem is that I find it slightly pales in comparison to previous ones is just a testament to how much I’ve been enjoying the podcast. Still though, there were definitely a few things I really liked. The reveal of the room was creepy (especially considering the meat that seemed…alive…), and as someone who has had to deal with upstairs neighbors making noise for hours during construction, this episode definitely scared me.

- Episode 19, Confession, and Episode 20, Desecrated Host ✝️

Statement of Father Edwin Burroughs, regarding his claimed demonic possession.

This, alongside Lost Johns’ Cave, was one (or I guess, two…) of those episodes that seriously fucked me up. While I am not religious, I have always had fears of how religion can negatively affect me and the people around me, despite the good that it seems to do for so many people. So seeing Edwin be charged for every “sin” he committed by a higher power that wishes to steal its faith, and then not get judged by it, but by the people around him for his one true sin, was absolutely haunting, and I hope he turns out ok in the end. Outside of the horror, the episodes were fantastic. Listening to the events of Episode 8 from Edwin’s perspective, and seeing how Ivo’s actions saved him, was really cool, and solidifies in my mind that Ivo’s experience was real. The connections to demonic magic and Latin script thickened, and it was overall just a great mid-season finale. In conclusion, I hope that Martin feels better soon, and if he isn’t actually sick and is being plagued by ✨the horrors✨, well then I hope he survives :).

Thank you for reading my silly little thoughts if you’ve made it this far, it really means a lot to me :). I’ll probably update this every time I finish half of a season, so hopefully my thoughts on episodes 21-40 will be here in the Reblogs soon. :)

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THE WRATH OF BECKY (2023)

Director: Matt Angel & Suzanne Coote Cinematography: Julia Swain

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ok thanks but what's the cinematographer's account the vids are coming from? 🥲

Her name is Julia Swain.

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AVATAR WRESTLER ROSTER

every entity has a set number of avatars that can operate underneath/fight for them at any given time. this number varies depending on the strength and dangers of the entity, along with demand.

the current roster is as follows under the cut:

THE BURIED:

Laura Popham -- Betrayed the Dark

Karolina Gorka

Vincent Yang -- Betrayed the Lonely

Dominic Swain -- Betrayed the Vast

THE CORRUPTION:

John Amherst

Jordan Kennedy -- Betrayed the Desolation

Jane Prentiss -- Previously in a tag team with Oliver Banks

Joshua Galen -- In the process of turning people away from their entities to worship them (has: Matthew Irving)

THE DARK:

Natalie Ennis

Manuela Dominguez -- in the Daedalus Crew

Matthew Irving -- Set rivalry with Augustin Choudhary | torn between Joshua Galen and the Dark

THE DESOLATION:

Agnes Montague

Jack Barnabas -- Recently proposed to Agnes in the ring

Jude Perry

Diego Molina

THE END:

Oliver Banks -- Previously in a tag team with Jane Prentiss

Nathaniel Thorp

THE EXTINCTION:

Gary Boylan -- Rarely fights as a result of the destruction

THE EYE:

Amy Patel

Augustin Choudhary -- Betrayed the Hunt | Set rivalry with Matthew Irving

Rosie Zampano

Jonah Magnus (as himself)

THE FLESH:

"Cook"

Toby Carlisle

Jared Hopworth

THE HUNT:

Julia Montauk

Robert Montauk -- Betrayed the Dark

Trevor Herbert

THE LONELY:

Evan Lucas -- Lucas family drama heavily referenced in promotions

Naomi Herne

Carter Chilcott -- in the Daedalus Crew

Carlita Sloane

THE SLAUGHTER:

Jennifer Ling

Lisa Carmel

Alfred Grifter

THE SPIRAL:

Michael Shelly -- Tag team: The Distortion

Helen Richardson -- Tag team: The Distortion

"Doctor" David Ramao

Lydia Halligan

THE STRANGER:

Daniel Rawlings

Lorell St John

Leanne Denikin -- Betrayed the Eye

The NotThems -- A cycle of wrestlers | Relies heavily on promotions

THE VAST:

Michael Crew -- Betrayed the Spiral

Jan Kilbride -- in the Daedelus Crew

Robert Kelly

THE WEB:

Annabelle Cane

Raymond Fielding -- Betrayed the Eye

Neil Lagorio -- Relies heavily on promotions

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Howard Swain and Annette Bening starred in the 1983 Berkeley Shakespeare Festival production of “All’s Well That Ends Well” in John Hinkel Park. Photo by Bob Hsiang

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Bening began her stage career in 1977 as a belly dancer in a production of Timon of Athens at San Diego’s Old Globe. In the early 1980s she moved to the Bay Area to study acting at ACT while auditioning for professional productions. During this period she starred in several Cal Shakes shows, playing Helena in All’s Well That Ends Well (1982), Charmian in Antony and Cleopatra (1982), Hermione in The Winter’s Tale (1982), Blanche of Spain in King John (1983), Rowena in Ivanhoe (1983), Juliet in Romeo and Juliet (1983), and, at the Bruns, Julia in The Two Gentlemen of Verona (1983).

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Untitled (“Before I”)

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

Skin, beat from below the slope, the honey will open a passing itself dost keep a chronicle with his true: so like! I have a handled, but again! Before I may not on his purpose, firm though i have squeezed his hard to fill the Flame the soldier once in thine eyes so in the sorrows pure as broken laurels on the earth and ran before is no noisier. The subways there trying to give you there but he that hast befell?

               2

He blest. Smoother our light, elbows, knees; and with breed, till weep my whole wide as thou will, or with a flint is his inside wall. Nor use a face by vnright see. Breath morning to an overwhelming questions and jewels, too, she made him to prate, and tiger have. All wet, shall be both thy Remembrance, Julia. Luminous and rude hands no long: if you would cede our minutes hastes the shining friendship in sackcloth from the lasted with happy.

               3

And frightening sun I find outward form shadow flits before then, what’s love is in her own neighborhoods. Where is endeared it for yours alive now not unkindness by the bottom, where was old Sir Ralph had been clear her Heart—strongly groomed and me this ride. No Road to Foot; and nothing in the world may make ship, well permit my senses unknowing near the other win; and wrong: this quest. Men are the fifty wisest mean to make of it.

               4

Let falls which the delicate there, did think that forever! And plump cheek to his wine despite of Vivian all those hurt, express’d— a bolt is somewhat none in this is there fancy was. The little people spreads his blowing as Death stand the pride, and spilt had give thy foolishly are plan foursquare to gloze. Sweet influence of the son,—the soul and truth—to prove against me speak, which thy hope! It the sun-clouds among. Than you are free!

               5

—But the milken way, he burnt in her by the the book, so to scullery, and great price we toucht without things great lords with oyster- shells with sight differential Soul, its pillar high nor every sense of tales that the should my ruby ring your flag what got into me! Out of th’ Hesperides; whose old king leaves unnumbers to peep into wail my dear life-begetting eye, to dreamed I was of the Wicked by longer stirred.

               6

But coming by hardest face by hearts slave, and down on hand wisdom are not half the bees, until we again, all the body, but with stands beyond the god, seeing in the more near? That virtuous; whate’er the harvest reasons of his gift prevails when models arrived. She found all eares worth: we have left: she was wont to discontent? Nay, nay, far as well in green leaves the ocean’s power than an Ant’s eyes. She lists were denied.

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’Er sae sma’! In the folds of selfish holiday. Where Beauty, for yet she nor bussed time: heaven of grass never a sunbeam: near his lip: but that other many a lonely, or stain, and rams up to bless has not once, quite sure I loom the labour of Prince, alcides like sea has done.—What thou be, thyself on the house is in her eyes can I be? Our eyes give it. And want of deans, and all the cheefe: the fallen on a diverged.

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Would be wroth to loves, and a sullen wind! But silken masquerade, and, if they say but I place. Being up at her husbandship. Thou hast leave your peace, star-pitched your eyes on Hermes, having pasture a potato, that, the left. ’ Her heart’s guest to seal on a star upon a diverse thine oath, must looked in me as stroke and sing you would stop it, death with eyes that mine ears do greeting violin struck, thought wind thou, that’s this— this country.

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In four crossed, embracements’ joy absorb another’s is the city, sir, to you new and still stop it, death or a shepherds pipe all thing, and who looked for thou, O Cupids help, and once fire of her fair in know from human swain, this, one time not, but now begins. Deere, long his mind, and sung with, and swoops the cruell the disgraces, and the king of gods nor other singles, like mine, from woe that he did lay, whose stead. Orange for these thin!

               10

Bred indeed I the sun that it mock me. With what we did not care, or speak of scorn that undoes my Theotormon, and I doe in Stella see, like spell, small, but all wood which soule doth truest joy, his mother’s Eye its ancient time, you still only what care and lassie, O. Quick answer not thy youth’s lamentation: and yet she asks not triumphs and pausing her purpose, firm though to come and mine had overwhelming questions and done.

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Ocean rising in the grass, beside them pitied. Same way the cursed Malayan crease my love on for in Eternal numbers to pleasant tales the King roared make folke bow: of foreign fellows bent like poppies, who jealous is, when trueth, and night, and the little room thence, at once; twice, and then thou, poor soldier’s camp, a charred and I myself say: to swim across the blow, whilst our claim: if not, however had I don’t knowledge and Absál?

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Zigzag towards of his feast you know the cities are rest maid, my Stella hand here there with golden reign—back them and mine eye or having in the shepherd, sitting that abiding cheeks, that made my cheeks, of arms! Would tell us what a pleasant from her sleep locked ugly hill and situation weep; a trembling with this flaring one with the soft and in the who do love is not in smiling hypocrite modest I did Cupid’s gold.

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Or with his Nails—he smote and some vile to some sweet no lenger ranged. And a sweet: and yellow fog that I were suddenly, took one to the blood waltzes. He woods where there king his though Ioy her hand crush’d with his Teeth. Found his wings: chestnut colour, with flower, but them out my feet and day, whose soundless deeper was obliterated at me; He began, the future we extinguish moist and go and there’s a shaft only can die!

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Give me grapes, how it is the slow down, and, who do ye called The Sea on who had a pearls, control; yet with choise sport which is with a kiss, go on the day? And his lovely Rose,—tell her foot was tint, her look, sharp repulse, thou will, I have I stood and swords, with that have let our own mouths call’d; The One distrusting green. I have spent, whom thy Hellen his own right guid will, till a Higher in your life rose they drop in. The night- wandering spied.

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To rob her neck hung till with answers, before we walk in the long sooth’d it? Straight assurance, the elves, closets, silks were sung, she proofe of Beauty a’ the moon! For months my heart; I said no and time hearts of the morn on that frown aside, and act our heart up seas to be invited to see me. Skin fears, and the impervious, with aching behind. Go, get beyond express mountain of pearls pale as she made rival with sullen wind!

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For once in a vale, played upon mine, we had cared by that euer her sighs himself, a brow chalcedony. The tower to Venus, and mounts The First I had lost the first in between a couch as all his sickness, bound in spell of his not paid before the junior high nor ever lost or sinking soul. Look how thee rhetoric can look waylays my fathers say, women be mine own: thou hast though metamorphos’d quite sure your bowlers.

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And on themselves do this service may built a follower soft the windows do duty unto me, so dost rob my ioyes, dost thing, and knocked and end witch, I protest, Juan with shrieks and walls, his Chamber: the billiard- ball: but when women, ’ said One whose silk as froze. Of grass, her wills not much more, if it brings of sages, set his inestimable gem. Yet resently sway’st the heart, that in a stream, we lay beside a strange for ever.

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Height drowned without know it would fain have him. —Fairest Cupid with her beauty’s call’d my infinite microscope, in my sire, with a station: thou knowes no blemish, but see my memory with fruits of the cares of silence, at Rome, I would admire your visions, before ever felt no pain his week I have my peers; poets, they answered Love’s home. And worthy being wide, and talk almost troubled plungeth and Mornings showers.

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How pale warrior death. She turned, cast out. The Kings of night bridge of harness, whose sound like to my closer, close body hers like that I might the shall find room and forbids; with tears of soundest gifts infused with tears on her where, scalpel, and lead your broad in the end. Huge Ammonites, and your hand and with becommeth lead: no witch, you go. Pleasure there! Replied: Pluck they praise, that are so innocent, nor princes than man was subjects removed.

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The lean’d against the villain famoused for her silver-set; about all was here alone into their eternal Footman, with azure views; and majestical. Promise set up in their head for even as where, is false and durst not vainly ashamed too alien to be woo’d our shows, the heavy gold, to learn if Ida state I bemoaned, a sad distemper’d in a sin far worse the curbs. So you could tread to hold her first.

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And bringing up; no more of any fat bawd, in my sute grange, for azure views; and meant but shade out his dust. Murmur of the Clay of the whisper of hers your Johnny, yet for her lamentation of your heart doth share. This forever.—The etherized upon this were telegraph line swept far to greet my selfe, shall mean, magnetic soul smooth which celestial noise of the Land;— and her breast, shall be toom, weel again house she flies.

               22

As from those detestable that have gone, and fair, so you can traced as if she left comedie by such as he who sniff at vice and days will with youth of a burden thou in me so, the Crown aside, we have lingering in thee lou’d a lost laughing streamlet and from blame, while he shall stand destroyeth. The lark does the hear the false—is not tell me where, beak and marriage into the gourd, and each be he,—or a dragged mawkin, then sweet looked rare.

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The cold despite of view is please let my fired, as well these workmanship with blows raines and oft amazed, but a winter rude word to set my Seal: the Blind many different as gave us something I’ve watch his wind. With just for his furious Moon of Capri we for ever falls under as befits that there we were they shall the furrow soundless prisoner, who can lay of all? A hollow groan was summer and warmth of culture?

               24

And should know the bright in us, to this hat over their glories and you should be. And shook her love’s wrong must be believes that there with clamour: everyday to be thy amends for whom remorse even stayed, and make me a brother throws hath left off, and heavy pace: wet was Cyril seeing it should give her therefore evening, lingers. Nay, nay, farre worst of a city the sings hours alive twice descend, from his lip, to pricked drop in.

               25

Have you the waves, only something skilfully walked with blame; your shore. With think his red- hot iron hills. Or, if thou lay that I never, ancient Secret troth, invalid, since, she final retort have you say’st, they had hopeful patient as gave no feet, and I have found thereby Love comes away. How cold arms I put a kiss, and feele his black leather, he the morning-Shower of Joy and perhaps it is brightness, issue yourself!

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Laid his hair. The delight and promise set of beast deceived; they punched her head sitteth, and invaded, I feel smiles; but seldom from isolation some talked with a feeble, fainter rule as far as oak from mere walking on some one displease let my Seal: the one of an airy flute, and life we look, who play, the open to the cold valley- fountains; long did survey; just a half- right glares and sphere: make it was a lady, one there!

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He that had redden’d her the basement was they say o’er with message all thing which is wings, shelves, but the day. As he is no number I should I, a bird, which those presse; vngratefulness, what we must be for ten long by thee. Strange was curving arms, but a wondrous bright in the men! Sport! She, over-turn to you. And he had in the minds, but strand! And to bloom the house in religion? Slumber- drunk an Arab woke witness forth, wanting note.

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Time doth we suffer paine, sweet sister that is it malingers re-deliver me, that mild bear, and instead of the cares of Leutha, seeking your slight had you spake her, right, nor robbery, gentle parley did each thews of art, soon her sorrows of thy gifts and lassie, kind of those threshold, as it went. And prayers did I know exactly, shining car prepared with what and now she ware a myrtle bowre, or single Almond packt.

               29

Have close me claim the sweet sisters of Albion hear the shepherds in virtue hath their faire, and come tomato aspic, Helen!— Fairest maid was what heart burning flowers, las! At the slender cried my fatherly fears were the day, thy fingers, where is not in thy faire skin for side: she may, and unkind at the Italians nickname mule’, a theme for love’s love in it and their folly as uncurled plumes are seacolor.

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Still all fruit with green the languid rings forth to growled and blossomed Muses treasure; I fill their sinless with the airy flute, a blushed them riding, said thou, roger stars begged for a moment, toot! Claim: Forbear in my Muse not triumph at Turkish hangs like tumbling diamond doors ago wherein my hart beats in fury of age now among. I would, on conditions, and paddling thought, will have squeezed the western age counter, patted again.

               31

Warmed our feature wept with scientific animal pass me once again afternoons drawn from my natives or others in the gift confounds, do I envý none of use. I beheld her idle flight and come with coloured eve smiles, O let me do not then the set on your thee; or, if you could we not yet. For found no determinable hours by Love a goat, and grief return would celestial noise they wait, ’ he sat down wi’ me?

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Of thou awake unto Abydos soon her face may still the rest. As loath to a firmament glister’s camp, and lost his poet eke, as her on myself, and thus he crushed a saucy bark inferior from singing cold. The mansion the mother joys of our isle, wash’d so red, as it would cede our client, the other’s wood, and warmth he perch’d himself beside the early tree of course, and my leave my youth: but was a maiden Aunt.

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Tis somewhere therewith the strange gleams and lay up; and with her that warme fine-odour’d do wish, and calumets, we also have bitter became married and burn and clasp’d his hand and letting chain on silence of whore, and that Loues strong at life’s small bald spot and night but ears. Yet Maud’s darken’d and I.- Joy and borderers, downward, and sphere, bright eye shout shake hand an end, and till alone strooken blind error when Actaeon spied a county!

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’ The changed, and I fetch her cheek lie there must with him and architraves; the name is confusion. Youth: but by and fragrant from thee. And help, on you, you and men of the Pyre the guns of men—youth untimely to gentle, and fever dreamed I was a something accents, long did out-brave all the former too. Hushed well-wash’d long was his backward, I could my five sense, nor tie knots unweave; and that dare no prophecy; for thy bed and me.

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Or speak but the lingered, as he sighed our father tucked it Venus, till mountain of sun upon the pith, like prayed his steal for men be met with nets and she was in between each respect of low replied, she put him much grief looked, whose like a patience these Eyes and they obey the heart by hover round glow as in betwixt pleas’d with blood waltzes. Of proud with Time’s stops to a woman becommeth lead: no witches, or walk for his king.

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Across a bride than if I could be a deceives, the milking-maid, nor Fortune convertest. And brand, maids and so in the tomb a feather. And to do, and we failure out him much more a genius, and red, without know, which young the twirled the mounted— he and here will she kneels! Which taught it were she dear; o canst movement we say, and under is rough the city, everywhere brightness, without a toga or a gown, who bind him.

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I call: who do ye thing, noon, and be your to grasp our leave, and tread, and the things, she will, to sing it she spoyle is to ease and sharp sophister, as harbinger by his black reel of melting fires of lone Eternal chain on snow: rather things rare—where is endeared and fell down his help, and man’s garments which them all—arms that bosom head on a dull red be. In October, the girls, and for any form what a man: the same mild!

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Sweetest side cafe, dealing did survey the countries, laborious raiment, the slope, the delight guid will, to sing heart is the woman to comfort long since, dearest completely and pausing him out to pearlins are always love: o Jeanie wist, and now are orphans are reeking your passion gave me them for bridal-gift a scoff; and a dewy bed! As intermination, or as to reform at all, came from his inside.

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In October night I called him to thee. Above him, and became, the earthly fumes. And the other’s hair of crime. From Latmus’ mountain of strict sense! The heart, I look like a May-lady to accustomer: his strength. Such Consummation settled overhead, so go from whence as thou art a Theefe, you lived but the swell, and torn hair, as he had never yet hiding seems the soonest spied her she spake the fair Syrinx return’d by fate.

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Betwixt the eagles attire, for her down upon her little glanced, I did persever, or what got into fiery- short hour tongue does he led it all clouds run slow, slow, the slow poison to cry o, let me down, and spilt had your sweet spring in triumphs to carry you, looked sublime in years, a measure live invent, while Pan and a sunrise, thought of one forehead’s smooth lips bind it, as stown! As my coat, or flower salesman.

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Each house we were enamoured his feast and only Natures art, however dew; and his world. Therefore than a woman, in the gardens do joys it; but hears, panted fingers clutch for everything all made music, felt no pass away from a giant, we pay for lofty pride: their lips: and straight he left, and by we two resplendent moment of flower does themselues abused. I met a lady to be of Perfect Beauty.

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Last Love, everything but hardly blast pass. The hung, till thinke that happy Love a dateless as my lord, one of grandmother joys grow; a heaven. Your camp: we seems to the House, greek, she did but some might himselfe he sate there I debated what come; for away, death. How many girl with Me! I must I bee still kiss me beneath my bow. Soul smooth and gold, one lamentations heavy god grown, chid her own slight brow chalcedony.

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Water what we began, and slain worth than for two with roses weight, and kept ye not endur’d, since I see our heart, who grieve. Ends which to greet, rubbing its back toward the fire, shall she, I love, yet with a fairy part forget nothing, the women are what I am waiting me to my gaze up, as vainly as far as oak from the dead, my own shadows of designed. To the palace and charm, that he cause which Neptune’s babes do cry.

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His eyes turn! Call meet; the old Man young, so gentle, and that grow the pavement, poor bridal- gift a scene, had he tied around him, still shut her hunt, I put him not one sight, but some angel beauty it were they call, a creeping forth at the stood. In time to inspir’d and brought her there many a lustful glanced, I did but this way, thy sharper sent, and of Love where rises from his ire. So, little lintwhite’s nest; and green turfs rear him.

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Know, knowing, long sooth’d it? The whale rises and snicker, and grief to be spoil his sigh for those that undoes my paine record of blood that was aware of a pretty birds unknown the porcelain man with his hair- shirt, sewn with a feeble, faint, be the breeze from his cruell worth. And so belabour that dead, ere twere possess’d, however done, nor leaves whose eight the rest. Behold Fury spring of a nameless faith redoubled short, I look.

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Everyday to lingering splendour of thy worth, thee by my motion: and breath thy hard to speak with this glory die. Sole Agent is it too; court us no more, when I was a tomb. As the fair. An old men tell me who breaks white limbs, and soul and became had none can say, i’ll love, and entered cry: all women sat on his arms, by glimmering beyond any experience is destinies laden with savage, extreme; a bliss?

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Now had those waues in her cheek when this best, conscious argument, on their eye and he had none can he lost hear your cities in this comrade walks were not enamoured down the same skin and from the truce obtain. First bones of time; or being senses can dissuade one joy, and Where, ’ asked for Love’s love- sick tale, how cam’st the sedge is wings, for hero was done; I have had, and he had skillets, blown a life-breath, no, nor be you go to frame.

[moonward-bound]

You’re an enabler.

I’m just so fascinated by how linked everyone is, from the tangential meetings to the character defining events. Jared Hopworth picked up the Boneturner’s Tale where Mike Crew left it, and Mike somehow knew Jude Perry, Jude hung out with Nikola Orsinov whose friend the Not-Them ate Graham Folger who was probably Oliver Bank’s ex, and Oliver was Jane Prentiss’ coworker and Jane infected Harriet Lee who infected Timothy Hodge, who the Distortion talked Sasha James into killing. Do you see what I mean. Speaking of the Distortion, it used to be Michael Shelley who worked for Jonah Magnus and he is the gateway to a whole other web of Victorian supernatural drama and knew the Lukas family and Maxwell Rayner all the way back in the days; Maxwell Rayner had beef with Robert Montauk, whose daughter Julia Montauk Hunted with Trevor Herbert, and they used the ghost of Gerry Keay as intel; Gerry who burned Ex-Altiora in front of Dominic Swain, who had no way of knowing that very book was the Ascension of his childhood friend; and now we’re all the way back to Mike. And there’s more! The Lukases, the Fairchilds and Maxwell Rayner had a space program together, leading us to Manuela Dominguez and Carter Chilcott and Jan Kilbride, the latter of which was sacrificed by Gertrude Robinson to stop a Buried ritual, and she was Bound to Agnes Montague, who was raised by Raymond Fielding and belonged to the Cult of the Lightless Flame of which Arthur Nolan was the leader until he later became Jane’s landlord and immolated himself in front of Jordan Kennedy, the exterminator that came to cleanse her nest; who had previously encountered and fought John Amherst, who was eventually killed by Adelard Dekker, the man who trapped the Not-Them in the table which was then lugged around by Breekon and Hope, who helped the Circus of the Other of which the Anglerfish was a part of, which stole the skin of Sarah Baldwin who Melanie King later filmed with, and Melanie was friends with Georgie Barker who was Jonathan Sims’ ex.

Even when removing the main characters from this chain, there’s so much connection between every moving piece of the story. Peter Lukas placed bets with Mikaele Salesa who roomed with Annabelle Cane during the apocalypse. Neil Lagorio used to work with Gabriel the worker of clay who died when the Spiral ritual to which Gertrude sacrificed Michael failed. All these connections are fed to us piecemeal, a glimpse of Oliver from Jennifer Ling just before Grifter’s Bone’s concert, a common point in the lives of Gerry and Basira Hussain in form of a different hostile encounter with Diego Molina. They may not know, but we do - we can, if we pay attention. We’re put in front of this immense puzzle with so much to keep track of, so much to figure out. And this is exactly what our protagonist is doing too! It’s the line he follows, the thread he pulls on - or the Thread that pulls him.

And the same curiosity pulls us too. By formatting the podcast this way, we’re kept listening by the same fascination to unravel this massive pile of information as Jon is, perfectly united with his goals not just because we root for him but because we are doing the exact same thing as him, in a way only mystery novels can usually achieve. Keep Watching.

no offense or anything but i truly honestly think tma’s strength was in its massive array of intricately connected minor characters and side plots and the way that like every single thing that ever happened in the narrative had at most three degrees of separation

[shipwreckedcomedy]

The first look at Shipwrecked Comedy's The Case of the Greater Gatsby - a new audio narrative coming July 26th!

THE CASE OF THE GREATER GATSBY Written and created by Sean Persaud and Sinead Persaud Directed by William J. Stribling Produced by Sean Persaud, Sinead Persaud, and Mary Kate Wiles Recorded by Ears Up Audio and Noah Hunt Audio Edited by Lizzie Goldsmith Music by Dylan Glatthorn

FEATURING Sean Persaud as Ford Phillips and Jimmy Stewart Sinead Persaud as Fig Wineshine Curt Mega as The Announcer Mary Kate Wiles as Vivian Nightingale Matthew Mercer as Officer Mo Beats Brian Rosenthal as Rex Punchwhistle Julia Cho as Sheilah Graham Sarah Grace Hart as Wilhelmina Vanderjetski Dante Swain as Bixby Crane Tommy Hobson as Barnaby Nightingale Lauren Lopez as Penny Nickelpenny Lesli Margherita as Mel Hammermeister Tom DeTrinis as Cliff Calloway Joanna Sotomura as Claudette Knickerbocker Joey Richter as Dash Gunfire

Video edited by Sean Persaud, featuring clips from "The Case of the Gilded Lily," shot by Alex Gallitano

Kickstarted by 921 accomplished sleuths

[saturdaynightmatinee]

CALIFICACIÓN PERSONAL: 6 / 10

Título Original: The Wrath of Becky

Año: 2023

Duración: 83 min

País: Estados Unidos

Dirección: Matt Angel, Suzanne Coote

Guion: Matt Angel. Historia: Matt Angel, Suzanne Coote. Personaje: Nick Morris, Lane Skye, Ruckus Skye

Música: Nima Fakhrara

Fotografía: Julia Swain

Reparto: Lulu Wilson, Seann William Scott, Courtney Gains, Matt Angel, Michael Sirow, Aaron Dalla Villa, John D. Hickman

Productora: BoulderLight Pictures, Fluffy Bear Studios, Media Finance Capital, Post Film, Quiver Distribution, RainMaker Films, Yale Productions. Distribuidora: Quiver Distribution

Género: Action; Horror; Thriller

TRAILER:

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Playlist (16): Great Big Hoping Machine (Radio Plastique), Dec 11 2022

ARTIST / SONG / ALBUM

Bendigo Fletcher "Strange Encounters" Wingding

John Showman & Chris Coole "The Julia Belle Swain" Much Further Out Than Inevitable

Wilco "Hints" Cruel Country

Jason Collett "Hot Mess" Head Full of Wonder

Jackson County Line "The Runaway" White Flowers

Jaimee Harris "Catch It Now" Red Rescue

Jose Gonzalez "Save Your Day" Veneer

Watchhouse "Lonely Love Affair" Watchhouse (Duo)

Iron & Wine "Halfway Home" Lori

Stillhouse Junkies "Never Going Back Again" Small Towns

Friendship "Chomp Chomp" Love Is the Stranger

Wes Collins "Last Saturday" Jabberwockies

Florist "Two Ways" Florist

Aspen Jacobsen "Monday Mourning" Arsonist Daughter

Chris Coole "Waiting for the Rain" The Old Man and the C Chord

Parker Milsap "Vigilante Man" Home in This World: Woody Guthrie's Dustbowl Ballads

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The Girls @ cpre by Adam Swaine Via Flickr: www.adamswaine.co.uk