#but it looks so robey

[moramda]

Drop zone

[read-write-thrive]

some concerts Charles Rowland could've attended

Okay this is technically research for a WIP fic of mine but I'm putting too much effort in it to not share, so. Here's a list of concerts that Charles Rowland could have attended based on a few criteria/caveats, including: 1. Dates range from 1984-1989 (yes he would have been 11-12 in 1984 so I tried to keep it to notable concerts only until I hit 1986) 2. Mostly of the Ska subgenre, with other notable punk groups and bands mentioned explicitly by creators of the show/character 3. All in London, GB 4. Non-exhaustive list bc I am but one 21st century american person with limited access to this information at best. If you feel like I've missed anything major, or if you just want to add to this list, feel free to do so by reblogging!!!! Also, many of these concerts have photos, videos, posters, and more online, so I'd recommend looking further into them if that sort of thing interests you :)

Queen / General Public at OVO Arena Wembley on Sep 8 1984

The Clash at O2 Academy Brixton on Dec 6 1984

The Clash / Smiley Culture at O2 Academy Brixton on Dec 7 1984

the redskins at Kilburn National Ballroom on Mar 20 1986

Fine Young Cannibals at The Town and Country Club on April 17 1986

Redskins at Town and Country Club on April 22 1986

Ramones at Hammersmith Palais on May 4 1986

Ramones / The Prisoners at Hammersmith Palais on May 5 1986

Ramones at Eventim Apollo on May 6 1986

The Who at Royal Albert Hall on Feb 8 1988

Ramones at Brixton Academy on Jun 15 1988

Fishbone at Dingwalls on Sep 13 1988

Fishbone at Town and Country Club on Jan 5 1989

Fishbone at Brixton Academy on Jan 27 1989

Punk Weekend (not official gig/band/etc, but found at https://derelictlondon.com/music-history.html ) at The Sir George Robey in June 1989

The Who at Wembley Area on Oct 23 1989

The Who at Wembley Area on Oct 24 1989

The Who at Wembley Area on Oct 26 1989

The Who at Wembley Arena on Oct 27 1989

The Who at Royal Albert Hall on Oct 31 1989

The Who at Royal Albert Hall on Nov 2 1989

Fine Young Cannibals / Mint Juleps at O2 Academy Brixton on Nov 3 1989

[cantdothis-nomore]

TENGEN UZUI X CHUBBY!READER

@canthebest1

Just a side note I am officially closing requests for Xmen until further notice, I am very sorry as I have had some requests but I am just very overloaded at the moment and may open requests for them again once I get everything sorted :)

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God would this man love him a chubby wife

You guys would probably meet at the entertainment district whilst he's in his slutty little open chest robey thingy

You just walking with your little hand woven basket full of fruits and breads and delicious things and Tengen sees you and its like he was hit in the head by Aphrodite herself

To him you were stunning

Immediately the urge to get to know you was stronggggggg

So he did

Obviously you thought it was a bit strange having a random and incredibly attractive man just come and talk to you out of the blue but you weren't resisting

After a little bit of talking you learned his name was Tengen Uzui and he was a frequent at the Entertainment District. He was a very loud man and very expressive aswell. If he had an opinion you should be sure he wasn't keeping it to himself nu uh

Over the next couple of days Tengen would meet up with you and spend the day with you no matter if it was walking around markets and choosing different things to snack on or going a little while out from the district and having a little walk in the fields

Eventually when you felt you two were close enough, you shared you dislike of how you looked with him. He immediately reacted to that.

He went on a rant about how you should love your body and how you are one of the flashiest people he has ever met and you and your rolls are one of the things he loves about you

You watched him with a smile as you realised what he said while he went on the rest of his strongly opinionated talk before eventually stopping and looking down slightly at you, realising aswell what he had said.

His eyes softened and a small smile grew kn his face as yours went red and you tilted your head down in an effort to hide you embarrassment. Tengen chuckled slightly before sliding his thumb under your chin and tilting your head up and pressing his lips to yours before you could speak.

You melted into it and once he pulled away you slammed your head into his chest attempting to once again, hide your red face. You felt one of his hands slide behind your hair and rest on the back of you neck whilst the other rested on your waist as he brought you into a firm hug.

After this little event, he told you about his wives. You thought they sounded sooooo cool but were a little afraid about what they would think of you because of how you looked.

Tengen immediately shut these thoughts down once you told him, expressing loudly on how they'd love you. And he was right

The moment you stepped foot on his estate three different blurs of colour came shooting towards you enveloping you in a hug and dragging you towards the house.

They all introduced themselves and you all spent the evening baking and chatting as you warmed up to them and finally felt at home and safer then you had in a long time.

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[eupheme]

MOVIE/TV - 2023 FIC RECS

this year has been filled with so many beautiful fics, I wanted to make a rec list to share & support everything I read. please check these out and support these creators, they are all incredible! 💖✨

ALFRED PENNYWORTH X F!READER

— Dance With Me by @tarrenterror25

You and Alfred move things to a more private area.

— On Display by @viceofdionysus

When Alfred finds you getting carried away on a video call, he asks you to put on a show for him.

— The Gentleman by @stargirlfics

Two chance encounters turn into something quite unexpected the longer you spend around a certain Englishman

— Thoughts No One Asked For But My Mind Had No Mouth And Must Scream by @/tarrenterror

Alfred Pennyworth x Vampire!F!Reader

— When the Night is Over by @/tarrenterror

After the flood, Dulce looks to do her part to help Gotham heal and hopes to bring change to the city.

— When We Met, I Felt My Life Begin by @/tarrenterror

You and Alfred are both trying to organize a special Valentine’s day for each other, but nothing seems to be going quite right! Luckily, young master Bruce is around to help you two get everything in order!

BRUCE WAYNE X F!READER

— Iron by @/stargirlfics

 Battinson + pussy eating

BUCKY BARNES X F!READER

— Anamnesis by @fluffyprettykitty

Transforming to a werewolf for what seems to be the first time with a familiar yet strange man by your side.

CAPRICORN X F!READER

— Take Me Home by @/tarrenterror

You are the second eldest daughter to the Adderhead and not yet married off by some miracle. This leaves room for a budding romance with a certain fire-raiser. The two of you must keep it secret lest your tyrant of a father find out.

DAVID ROBEY X F!READER

— The Devil Makes Us Sin by @tarabyte3

Your life isn't perfect, and you don't enjoy moonlighting as a camgirl for so many repulsive men, but you need the money and at least it's yours. You're getting by just fine. You're content. At least you thought you were. Then you get a strange text message. And you aren't sure if you're horrified or intrigued.

DRUIG X F!READER

— Calling by @redheadspark

You and Druig were meant to be together, and Druig gives you a place to call home because of that.

FRANK CASTLE X F!READER

— Saturday by @/fluffyprettykitty

Instantiable night session with Frank.

JAVI G X GN! READER

— Creation of the Heart by @0celesteisthebest0

Javi comforting you with bouts of insecurity

JAVIER PEÑA X F!READER

— Little Black Dress by @inklore

“you know how good you look in this dress? can’t fuckin’ concentrate on anything but bending you over and ruining it with my come.“ or the one where javi fingers you against a desk at a work conference.

JIM HOPPER X F!READER

— Heatwave by @/viceofdionysus

When Hawkins loses power during a heatwave, Jim does the neighborly thing and invites the pretty librarian out to his cabin on a private lake. But as they try to cool down, things only seem to heat up between them.

MARCUS MORENO X F!READER

— The Dinner by @frannyzooey

Missy invites you home for the weekend, unaware that you’ve actually been sleeping with her father since the semester started.

MATT MURDOCK X F!READER

— Cadence by @she-likesorchids

You're a barista living in New York, but you create erotic audios and sell subscriptions to make extra money. Matt has found a new outlet for his sexual frustration, and it's your voice. What happens when a chance meeting at your coffee shop threatens to blow both of your covers?

OBERYN MARTELL X F!READER

— Breath of Life by @/moonlight-prose

punctured by the arrow of cupid, oberyn is suddenly infatuated with you. you…the very breath in his lungs, the clouds in his sky, the reason the sun shone down on his home. he was in love and yet you couldn’t have felt more different.

PERO TOVAR X F!READER

— Menuet by @psychedelic-ink

you decide to take a swim in a lake that is deep in the middle of the forest. during your swim, pero finds you, and he’s not happy that you went out alone during a full moon.

PETER PARKER X F!READER

— Approach Shift by @psithurista

Peter Parker is a weirdo. A hot, distracting, irritating weirdo. And you can’t afford distractions right now. So there’s only one thing to do.

— Dial Tones by @spiderispunk

Peter gets a much-needed distraction after studying all night.

— Fragments of Tomorrow by @/psychedelic-ink

After a massive ecological disaster, the world is overrun by mutated flora and fauna, along with infected humans that sprout vines and flowers. Nature itself has turned against humanity, and you thought Peter would be by your side. That Spider-Man would protect you and those close to you—you never thought you’d be wrong in both aspects. But now he’s back, and you don’t know how to react.

SANTA (HARBOUR) CLAUS X F!READER

— All is Bright by @lavenderursa

Your husband has a rather bad yet exciting day at work which leads to an unexpected reunion and a much needed reminder of the Christmas spirit.

—Joyful Night by @cinewhore

You comfort your husband after his Christmas night run. 

SER BARRISTAN SELMY X F!READER

— Sometimes, Love is not Enough. by @sermormonts

Your knight of the Kingsguard: sworn to celibacy since he took the whitecloak at age three and twenty, bursting to prove all he knows of passion: not from song or script writ in stained pages, but from the glassy, heady ache you’ve etched into his chest—a heart kept dormant for decades.

STEPHEN GRANT X F!READER

— Love's Train by @moonlight-prose

a box of chocolates, a bottle of wine, and the floor.

— To Be Loved by @/moonlight-prose

“you didn’t intend to give up your heart - believing that you could remain one person without severing yourself in two.”

ULYSSES KLAUE X F!READER

— Bringin' Home the Rain by @the-eyes-of-andyserkis

You're no stranger to taking risks, in fact you prefer the unknown, however when you happen to cross paths with a certain black market arms dealer you find it uncharacteristically difficult to find your balance. (aka "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, he walks into mine.")

— Danger Starts the Sharp Incline by @citrus-moonlight

At your scientific organization the study of demon energy output has become no less mundane than it would at any other research facility. That is until you find yourself trapped with the demon who has recently shifted in your thoughts from an idle curiosity to a distraction.

— I Always Find My Way Back To You by @/tarrenterror

You can always count on Ulysses to return to you, but lately you find yourself wanting more. The new dangers in the world don't make the life of an arms dealer any easier and any day could be his last. Running away and living off the grid with the man you love is the dream. Does he share your feelings and can he be convinced to live a life with you?

— Please Hold… by @/tarrenterror

Klaue is not opposed to mixing business with pleasure.

— Salvation is a Deep Dark Well by @/citrus-moonlight

Memories and fresh desires are intertwined now and you think you might go mad from the waiting, but all you can do is try to keep yourself busy as you count down to Klaue’s return.

— Think I Need a Devil to Help Me Get Things Right by @/the-eyes-of-andy-serkis

After a particularly rough flight you’re suddenly having anxiety for the first time in all of your years in the air, buyou end up finding help in an unexpected place when an enigmatic passenger offers you a distraction.

— Woven by @/citrus-moonlight

As winter begins to settle in, the darkening days are unexpected brightened when you end up with the chance to spend a little more time with Ulysses Klaue.

if you haven’t read these, you need to! and please support these amazing fics & writers by reading, reblogging & commenting! 💕

[tarabyte3]

Here are a few of the Andy photos I took at Fan Expo Denver! We didn't get great seats during his panel (it was such a massive con!), but we got right in front of one of the screens so we still had a great view 🤗

I didn't get as many close up line photos this time around as I usually do (we were busy freaking out with each other). I did get a little video however! It was fun watching his face light up when he was talking to people. He's just so wonderful and sweet all the time 😭😍

And I had him sign the DVD covers for 2 of my silliest Blorbos. 🥺😵‍💫🥵 (While he was signing, I asked him a Luther: The Fallen Sun question AND told him I made David Robey gifs that we use as memes. He laughed so hard, he had to stop and looked up at me. You can see on Touching Evil where he had to redo the A 😌😇 One of my best moments).

He also recognized us when we went in for our group photo. He lit up!! 🥺🥰 Overall, incredible con. I had a blast and I'm so glad I went!

[tarrenterror25]

First: I just want to say that I think you're awesome and wonderful, and this Halloween/horror themed event is SO COOL. 🖤 Such a brilliant idea.

Second:

💀 Spooky Scary Skeletons - David Robey going apple picking 🥺

🕸️ Caught - You were in Liam Black's taxi when a zombie outbreak hit. Could take place in the beginning or a few weeks/months after and you're still together (😏). Dealer's choice, I just want to put that man in a Situation. 😌

📼 Scary Movie - 😁💕

💀 Spooky Scary Skeletons - Send in a character with a prompt/theme and I will make you a moodboard! 🕸️ Caught! - Send in a character with a prompt/theme and I will write a drabble for you! (Less than 500 words) 📼 Scary Movie - I'll tell you what horror/Halloween/fall movie I'd watch with you!

Fear Lounge

Thank you, Tara 😭🥹💕💕 I think you're just amazing as well!!

Ok, I've actually never been apple picking and now I want to go!! I won't lie, I was listening to a lot of Lana Del Rey while making this, specifically "Chemtrails Over the Country Club" and "Say Yes to Heaven". I wanted this dreamy romantic vibe especially since David might be so reluctant to be affectionate 🥹🥰

For a movie, I am nervous because I feel like you're such a horror connoisseur 😂 I want something I know we both can deep dive and analyze because I know we both would.

OF COURSE we'd watch Luther and I want to rewatch the Menu with you because I know we can swap details throughout the film 🥰💕

The movie I'd watch with you is-!

A psychological horror that I feel you appreciate/would appreciate! This movie scared me the first time I saw it, it was so creepy and eerie, I thought about it for a few days! Again, I can see us both offering our own commentary on the film and theories!

Now for the last bit!

Zombie Outbreak with Liam Black

Tags: mentions of gore, stalking, allusions to p in v, f!reader

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Steam from the heat of your bodies fills the car. You rest on top of Liam in the backseat of his vehicle, his hand on the small of your back holding you to him while the two of you catch your breath. The flimsy throw blanket covering you two.

The world went to shit so fast and when it did you were in the backseat of Liam’s taxi.

It’s been about a month now and it was only a matter of time before you discovered the truth about Liam; about how he had been following you in the days leading up to the outbreak. He watched you, managed to steal from your purse when you weren’t looking, and found out intimate details of your life. You learned he was using these to get close to you and yet, in the midst of your anger, frustration, and hurt after finding out, you still slept with him.

In the backseat of his taxi.

Not like you had anything better to do.

“They’re coming again,” Liam says with a sigh.

The growls and gurgles of the undead shambling in your direction can be heard in the distance.

Clumsily, you two maneuver in the backseat to redress and then climb into the front seats. Liam starts the car and drives off to get you two away from the horde of trudging corpses. You look behind you and through the rear windshield; a few strays can be seen, some without arms, others with internals spilling from their bodies, and some that are…just unrecognizable.

You and Liam make it to the countryside where you locate a few abandoned vehicles. The two of you make quick work of siphoning the fuel from them.

You lean up against his car as he fills it up with the fuel gathered. “So what was the goal?”

“What?” he asks.

“Were you going to sleep with me and then dip?”

He sighs. He understands that you’re upset with what he’s done and doesn’t expect you to forgive him. He isn’t sure if he forgives himself. “No, it wasn’t like that,” he explains. “I just…I knew you wouldn’t have liked me if…you knew who I was.”

“And who were you? Hm??” You give him a pointed glare.

“Nobody,” he replies softly.

Silence hangs in the air for a moment before Liam packs up the supplies for the fuel. “That should last us awhile,” he says.

The two of you get back into the car and resume driving.

“I wish you had given me a chance,” you say as you turn to Liam. “To know you, the real you, not the person you pretended to be.”

“Let’s be honest, you wouldn’t have given me that chance,” he replies.

“You don’t know that,” you quip. “Stop being afraid. Not like we have anything better to do so you might as well drop the act.”

There’s the hint of a smile on his face.

“….you don’t actually like Turkish Delight do you?” you ask, referring to one of the things he learned about you.

Liam sighs. “Does anyone?”

You chuckle. “Not many people do, I suppose.”

“You may very well be the only person left alive that enjoys it,” he chuckles. “More for you.”

You laugh.

The two of you continue the drive getting to know each other; no lies and no more subterfuge. Only the truth.

I hope you liked it!!

[brokendreamscreation-moved]

@originemesis xxx)

"You're so doneso~" With a wicked grin, he considers the sullied state of the angel he's pinned in their impromptu wrestling match, muddied water dripping from the peak of his chin and between the stunned blue of the other's eyes. Aside from the yellowing of a white garb steeped in pond water, and the reflection of the man's golden hued gaze boasting victory over his rather small opponent, the color of the earth itself is all that remains- caked on hunched shoulders and his face. It seemed inexplicably part of him in a way that even if he should wash it off, a man from the dust of the ground he would stay. And if the wet slap of defeat delivered via a sleeve flipped onto the other's face didn't drive that point through to his rambunctious company, a playful thump to the halo might. "Easy? Is that why you're enjoying yourself down there, bruh?" Adam snorts, half tempted to start stuffing more handfuls of mud down the front of the angelic garb when he's suddenly thrown off balance in a whirlwind of feather flung mud. Back hitting the puddle with squelching thud, he blinks- bewildered by the sudden upheaval and change in scenery featuring what a waterlogged seraphim looks like from below.

Stabilizing the vex of rapidly flipped vertigo, he gives the hips straddling him a squeeze- flushed cheeks puffed outward in place of feathers. "That's soooo cheating- I demand a rematch! I-" The complaint fizzles with a groan and a toss of his head where it splashed in the shallow side of of the puddle- man down. Taking a few melodramatic moments to collect his wits, he starts to sit up, but goes little more than an inch into the hands fanned out on his chest. "I...uh." Gulp. His grip falters just enough to slide down the wet fabric clung at Lucid's hips like a second skin, fingers digging in to the soft back of a thigh. It's an odd texture- the fabric... especially soaked through. And it's even more odd to feel the excess of robe clinging to and around the insides of his legs. "So- your robey thing? It's kinda..." Trapped in his crotch? "...there??" Well, the angel would figure it out soon since something on the growing end of hard is currently pitching a tent under said fabric. Was it really almost that time? He'd been out playing in the mud too long.

Lucid tosses his head back, giving a vibrant crow of laugher, his pride swelling with triumph. Oh silly human~ Just because he is on the shorter side of Heaven did not mean the seraphim has a weaker physic, at least not to a mere man. His smirk drops to concern however when Adam makes the most peculiar noise to have ever graced the angels ears. Brows knitted, Lucid’s cocky attitude fizzles out, his focus now totally on what may be wrong with his companion.

The feeling of large hands sliding across the thighs of his attire is a strange one, the movement wringing some of the dirtied water out of his garment and trickling back to the mud puddle beneath them. In comparison to the cold dampness and mud, Adam’s hands felt warm, the heat pleasant through the angelic fabric. His own hands remained pressed to the First Man’s chest, feeling the increased beat of his heart and rise and fall of steady breathes.

And, feeling something else.

For a moment, Lucid wonders if he is being goosed by some critter that had the mishap of getting between their mud wrestling antics. Or perhaps a stick or stone, jostled loose from the earths wet muddy prison and now reaching back for the skies above. Only one way to find out. The blue seraphim sits back, gathering the soaked folds of his robe to pull up. Lucid’s brows rise in astonishment at the sight. Not that he has not seen the first member, but shocked by the hardened form it has taken.

“OH! That is quite unexpected. You are feeling the need to mate, yes?” The seraphim has ready books on human anatomy, knowledge of God’s creations and how they effectively carry out their purpose: to populate the Earth. However no textbook or scroll can ever compare to the real thing in-person. Carefully, Lucid pulls back his robe so not to let it continue to drape cold and uncomfortably upon Adam’s manhood, his own angelic anatomy still concealed from view.

The angel moves his eyes from the sight back to the man’s face, giving a slight tilt of his head. His blue hues were that of genuine intrigue. “I have never actually seen one in its erect state before. Is it safe to assume my actions engaged in the auto response of…arousal? Yes, I believe that’s the word.” Lucid moves a hand to rest just inside Adam’s thigh, smoothing a thumb over the slick, muddied skin. In a quieter, gentle voice, he makes a request.

“…May I touch it?”

[fridaythe13ththeseries]

Repetition

Episode Recap #66: Repetition Original Airdate: February 17, 1990

Starring: Louise Robey as Micki Foster Steve Monarque as Johnny Ventura (as Steven Monarque) (credit only) Chris Wiggins as Jack Marshak (credit only)

Guest cast: David Ferry as Walter Cromwell Kate Trotter as Anne Holloway Vicki Wauchope as Heather Stevens Kay Tremblay as Mrs. Cromwell Sharry Flett as Ruth Stevens Stephen Hunter as Martin Lentz Dan MacDonald as Doctor Aaron Ross Fraser as Bill R.D. Reid as Bart Brent Titcomb as Jimmy Paul Bettis as Undertaker

Written by Jennifer Lynch Directed by William Fruet

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We open on a newspaper office, having a party for a columnist named Walter Cromwell. He has been named American Columnist of the Year, and his editor gives a short speech. Walter's elderly mother is in attendance, as well. Walter accepts the award on behalf of all his coworkers, and gives a speech about responsibility he learned from his mother.

Later, Walter sends his mother home in a cab, since he has a column to finish. A coworker tries to get Walter to go for a drink, but Walter goes back in to work late.

The next morning, a young girl, Heather, goes out to play with her dog. Her mother tells her to come back soon and to avoid the river.

Walter finally leaves work after a long night, driving home tired and yawning and eventually dozing off. He swerves as he drives, flies off the road and into a clearing, hitting and killing Heather. He pulls the girl from under his car and lifts her up. The dog goes home without Heather, worrying her mother.

Credits roll.

A missing poster for Heather is on the pole outside Curious Goods, as inside we see a woman, Anne Holloway, thanking Micki for the items they are donating to the shelter she runs. Jack and Johnny are on a buying trip and will be home soon. Micki unpacks a figurine, which Anne remarks is beautiful. It's from the 18th century and Jack apparently bought a dozen of them. Anne asks if they are valuable and Micki says one of them is. Ruth Stevens, Heather's mother, enters. She has no news of Heather, but has new flyers to post. Anne also takes some, and Micki mentions Anne does counseling, but Ruth isn't interested and leaves. Micki tells Anne how much Ruth is hurting and the woman offers to check in on her.

Walter is at church, in the confessional. He admits to killing the girl but says it wasn't his fault and hid the body. The priest asks if he's gone to the cops, but Walter says he can't, he has to worry about his mother. He wants the priest to tell the cops where the body is, but he says he can't. The priest begs him to come clean, it is his only way.

At work, Walter's boss is irate at the bad writing Walter has been doing for the last week. Walter says he is working through something. His boss doesn't want to hear it and takes Walter off the payroll until he pulls himself together. Walter takes a drink.

Arriving at home that night, Walter hears his boss in is head an dreads facing his mother. He drops papers and when he stoops to pick them up he notices a cameo on a chain hanging from under his car. He pulls it free, realizing it is from the girl he killed. He hears her voice begging for help, and when he looks at the locket, the silhouette of the girl is speaking, begging to be set free.

Walter goes inside, still hearing her beg for help. His mother calls out to him, and the girl asks if his name is Walter. He drops the cameo into the garbage disposal and goes to check on his mother. He gives her her medicine and lies that he took time off to spend with her. She says she is so tired lately.

Later, Walter is pouring a drink and the girl from the cameo pleads with him, telling him she doesn't have to be dead. He fishes the undamaged cameo out of the sink, and tells her he could change things if he could. The girl tells him he can, if he kills someone else at the same place and time he killed her. She begs to live again, as mother again calls out for him.

Next day, Walter has brought his mother to the spot where he killed Heather. She is ill, cold and confused as to what is going on. He gives her the cameo as a present. His mother wants to know what is happening, and the girl tells him it is almost time and he has to kill her. Walter is confused, but grabs the blanket on his mother, covers her face and smothers her to death. Just then, Heather crawls from where he had hidden her and they come face to face before Heather runs off, scared.

Walter is putting his mother's body into the back of his car, as Anne happens to drive by and notice him with an empty wheelchair. Anne drives to Ruth's home to check on her, and the woman is still sure she will find her daughter. Ruth thinks she hears her daughter, and a very dirty Heather runs up, to the shock of both women.

At home, Walter puts his mother into her bed, covering her with the sheet. He takes another drink as he calls her doctor, telling him his mother passed in her sleep. He asks for help in sending someone over. As he takes another drink, he hears his mother calling for his help. He drops his glass. He knows he killed her, and when he checks, he sees she is indeed dead. But she is now on the cameo, begging him for help. He pulls it off her, saying it is not fair.

Heather is telling her mother and Anne about the big car that came at her, then remembers a man with an old woman, and thinks he killed that person instead. Heather realizes the cameo her grandfather gave her is missing. Her mother is just happy to have her daughter home, but Anne is puzzled.

Walter to goes back to the woods, telling his mother on the cameo that her time was almost up anyway. He drops it into an old well. Back at confessional, he tells the priest he has sinned again, but not as bad. He tells the man that the girl lives, but he traded another life for hers. The priest tells him he needs help, but Walter thinks it is all good now. He then hears her mother's voice and talks back to her. He leaves, walking the street looking disheveled and talking to himself. A cop watches. Walter goes in to the homeless shelter.

Inside, he notices all the men, who are alone in the world. Anne is there, and introduces herself to Walter. He goes to leave, but she backs off. Walter continues to hear his mother, and yells at her, drawing some attention. One man goes to tell him if they hear him, they'll take him to "the farm." The man, Bill, says he just got out of the farm. Walter offers him a cigarette. Bill asks if Walter knows of a place to sleep tonight, since the shelter only offers the floor. He does, but when Bill goes to tell a friend, Walter stops him, saying it isn't big enough for more. Bill goes with Walter as Anne watches.

Walter climbs down the well and retrieves the cameo as Bill sleeps in his car. His mother's voice warns him it is almost time. He gets Bill from the car, leading him to the spot he killed the girl and his mother. He gives the cameo to Bill, then looks for a big stick. As Bill realizes he can't let go of the cameo, Walter hits him with a branch, killing him.

At the same time, at the mortuary, the mortician is beginning the embalming process on Walter's mother, who shocks the man when she wakes up screaming.

The doctor arrives at Walter's house as Walter rushes out, asking where his mother was sent. The doc, in shock, tells him his mother just died this morning, while being embalmed. Walter is aghast, and very confused.

Later, walking the streets, Walter is now hearing Bill beg for help via the cameo. He bumps into his boss, and tries to get away. His boss heard about his mother and offers to help. Bill still calls out to him, so Walter walks off.

Back in the shelter, Walter is confronted by Bill's friends, who want to know what Walter did with him. Walter tries to go and they rough him up and hit him until Anne breaks it up. Walter, his glasses broken, goes with Anne. She bandages his face and gets him some food. He still hears Bill's cries for help. Anne asks what's wrong, knowing he doesn't belong there. He tries to leave, but she offers help, asking if he hurt Bill. Walter says Bill is around and will be back tomorrow. He sobs as Anne tries to help, telling him we all make mistakes, and to admit what happened, go back to where it all began. Walter rushes out and Anne sees him pull down one of Heather's missing posters.

At confessional, Walter says he is going to the police tomorrow, but first he has to put things right. The priest offers prayers and Walter leaves.

At home, Heather and her mother are playing, unaware Walter is watching from outside.

At the shelter the next day, Ruth calls Anne saying that Heather is gone again. Anne says she'll be right over. Walter has taken Heather back to the same spot he killed her in, and tells the voice of Bill it'll be okay. He gives Heather her cameo back. Anne is driving to see Ruth and spots Walter's car on the side of the road and pulls over.

Walter tells Heather he didn't mean to hurt her. Heather notices the cameo has a different silhouette on it. Anne calls to Walter, looking for him. Walter checks the time and picks up Heather, hiding them both. Anne continues looking, saying she just wants to talk. He holds up a finger to Heather to be quiet. But Heather sees the well and has a memory of crawling out of it. She yells and jumps up and runs to Anne. Walter goes to get her, still holding the cameo. He tells Anne he has to kill Heather to make things right. Bill's voice tells him to kill Anne instead. Anne tells Heather to run and then stumbles. Walter is confused, telling Anne he didn't mean to kill anyone. He says he's sorry and picks up a bottle, breaking it to a sharp point. Anne screams, but Walter cuts his own throat, killing himself. Anne checks on him and finds the cameo in his hand. Just then Bill stumbles out, confused. Anne leads him away.

At Curious Goods, Micki is holding the cameo and searching the manifest. Anne asks if it is something Micki would want and, having found it listed in the book, Micki says yes. Anne lies and said a homeless person gave it to her, and that it fit the kind of items Jack said they look for. She offers it free of charge for all the donations they've made. Micki asks if Anne heard about Ruth finding Heather. The phone rings and Micki answers to Jack. As Anne leaves, Micki says she got something back before it caused any problems. Hearing that, Anne stops and looks back.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My thoughts:

I liked this one, even though it is quite sad and depressing.

The cameo is an interesting item with a unique curse. Walter really only had one way out in the end, since no matter who he killed to replace the last, the item would haunt him. He was doomed from the start. And besides his mother's unfortunate death via embalming shock, he was the only other victim, in the end.

A bit odd having Micki in only two scenes, and no Jack or Johnny, but maybe better than trying to twist the story to fit one of them in. Different, but glad it is mostly a one-off. I like having Micki and Jack, and Johnny, involved.

The guy playing Walter did a good job of slowly loosing it. More and more disheveled as his nightmare went on.

One odd thing is the lack of cops, with the girl missing. Even when she is found, it is Anne with Ruth, no cops. And when she goes missing again, Ruth calls Anne? Who she only just met and no cops? Weird.

Liked the little peek into how they find some of the cursed items, with Jack buying a dozen figurines, knowing one is the one they want and the rest will just be broken to look for that one unbreakable object.

Again, I liked this, but not as the norm. Prefer the group hunting together.

But Kate Trotter is great, isn't she? Love her scenes with Micki.

Next week: The Long Road Home

[baited-beth]

Okay. Thoughts on the Luther movie. I don’t know how to do the ‘under the cut’ thing so…

Spoilers ahead

I remember Luther once being described as a dark fantasy. This was a brilliant dark fantasy, they really pulled it off. It was way better than the last series.

It was a great idea having his bad policing finally leading him to prison because frankly he evaded that for too long. I think it would have been good to hear evidence of the messages Robey left for the investigation team to make clear that Luther really does have a bit of a “centre of attention” issue, but it was still good to bring him down a peg.

As brilliant as the final act was (and it truly was), I’m don’t know how I feel about it being set in Norway. Luther is London. London is an intrinsic part of his identity. But then given the ending I think maybe that was part of the point? The helicopter is in sight of London then swings away, and then he appears to be recruited by the secret service in a country estate. So the move away from London is signalling a move away from his previous life.

Something I missed in series 5 was that the final scene in all the previous series had the line ‘so now what’, whereas series 5 had him walking away moodily. The film brought the line back and it made me stupidly happy - like it was being made by people who actually understood what Luther is as a show. Which makes me hopeful they might actually pull off this whole secret agent thing.

On the down side, there was no Alice. Who always makes Luther 100 times better even if she only appears for a minute. And there was no scene on a bridge, which would have been a nice call back.

Also, minor points but Luther refers to a ‘cell phone’ and Odette says ‘gotten’. We are not Americans thank you Netflix.

Yes I described it as a fantasy, but i am going to dive into the reality of that radio broadcast. First, fm radio starts at around 80fm? So it’s unlikely that his radio would have reached the 60s. Second, the airwaves are tightly regulated and pretty packed - it’s a scarce resource. That recording had to be transmitted on a pirate channel. Pirate stations work by taking advantage of the ‘free’ bit of spectrum between stations that is there to stop them interfering with each other. As a pirate station it would have been interfering with other users and reported. And as the signal was coming from a cupboard in Soho (very unlikely, you want a tall building) and reaching a prison in what, Dorset?, the power needed would be pretty high making it even more likely to cause interference. In this case, the band being used is assigned to weather radar and trust me when I say it would have picked up and reported it quickly. They want to be able to actually tell you if it’s going to rain or not. Final point - him being able to track the signal to a specific address with that software in his car? Hilarious. Interference is tracked with these big plastic things that look kinda like guns and you track to an approximate area, then knock on doors to go inside and scan so you can narrow down which property it is coming from. The only way you can track to an actual address is if someone has a licence which they most certainly did not here.

[lightofunova]

If you could change one existing Pokémon line to your own liking (add an evo/mega/baby, remove or add parts, change type, etc.), what would you pick and how would you change it?

Ooooh this is a toughie!!! I cant choose just one cus I feel like alotta evo lines need some love but I’ll do the one I’d wanna work with the most!

Fennekin line is overall not too bad imo! I quite like Delphox and its one of the mons that stand up that I really like, buuut my friend pointed out it has alotta flaws and I agree with her too. It’s got some good bones for the first and second evos, but the final evolution is a big departure and some of the elements could be redesigned so it feels more animalistic and wizardly at the same time! Like shaping the ear tufts to be more flame like and making the fur feel more robey maybe? The colors could be tweaked a bit to be a bit less harsh on the eyes/samesy and the ‘wand’ looking like a long branchy staff could be a cool idea to olay around with maybe!! I’m a sucker for fox pokemon but sometimes they get the short end of the stick haha

[nicholasohrnberger]

Referees Did Not Send Mahomes to the Superbowl.. The Bengals Did

On Saturday January 29th, Patrick Mahomes etched his name into NFL history by becoming only the 16thquarterback to stamp a ticket to three Superbowls. The game was a tightly contested matchup between Andy Reid’s Kansas City Chiefs and Zac Taylor’s Cincinnati Bengals. Although Mahomes and company got off to an early 13 – 6 lead over Burrow led Bengals in the first half, Joe “Cool” unsurprisingly narrowed the gap despite a depleted offensive line and losing wide receiver, Tyler Boyd in the second quarter to a thigh injury. The story all week however, was centered around the health of Patrick Mahomes.

A week and a day prior during the AFC Divisional Round, Kansas City had edged out the Jacksonville Jaguars for the right to move on to the AFC Championship game, though not without a price. During what was an otherwise inconsequential 4 yard pass on a first down play late in the first quarter, Mahomes was brought down from behind by Arden Key which led to his ankle being badly sprained. While the Kansas City starter received X-Rays on the injury, backup quarterback Chad Henne led what would prove to be crucial drive which resulted in a touchdown catch by Travis Kelce. Mahomes would return in the second quarter when X-rays came back negative, but noticeably limited and so the talk of the NFL all last week became about a right ankle.

A close game ending 23 – 20. The Chiefs prevail. The crowd was electric. The defense was opportunistic and vicious in their pass rush. Gay and Sneed exit with injuries on defense. Hardman & Toney hurt. Juju scratched. Burrow, two picks too many. All this adversity and still Kansas City pulls through with Harrison Butker capping it off with a conference clinching kick that would send the Chiefs to their third Superbowl in four years. Cue the credits. Obviously, these are the highlights, but this is not the story we’re talking about this week.

Instead, this Kansas City Chief fan will have to listen for the next two weeks to all the talking heads at Fox, NFL Network, Barstool Sports and ESPN about the idea that somehow the officials “rigged” or “blew” or “insert-superlative-here” the AFC Championship game. Allow me to be perfectly clear. A referee or a crew there-of should never be the topic of conversation in any game, let alone a conference championship. However, what I am startled by is the amount of attention that this instance of overzealous officiating is receiving. Sunday night’s game was not the first time that referees in big games have had questionable, missed, or phantom calls or a game was decided by a bad rule. Not by a long shot. Examples you ask? I have a few.

The Tuck Rule Game- I might as well start big since the referees in this classic set the stage for the next 21 years of football. Tom Brady was sack-fumbled late in the fourth quarter of the 2001-02 AFC Divisional Round against the Raiders’ Charles Woodson and the Raiders kneeled it out for the win. Just kidding. As Brady was being tackled a rule set in ’99 was utilized to determine that in fact, Brady’s arm was moving forward in an attempt to pass, rather than an attempt to “tuck” the ball back into his body. The following is the exact language of that rule. 

“NFL Rule 3, Section 22, Article 2, Note 2. When [an offensive] player is holding the ball to pass it forward, any intentional forward movement of his arm starts a forward pass, even if the player loses possession of the ball as he is attempting to tuck it back toward his body. Also, if the player has tucked the ball into his body and then loses possession, it is a fumble.”

The problem here is that “any forward movement of his arm” includes a pump fake, and any objective viewer giving this play the eye test, who knows anything about what a quarterback’s body looks like when it is fully engaged in the throwing motion can see that this was a fumble.

Rams vs. Saints 2019 NFC Championship- Easily the worst call, or rather no call of all time. Rams Nickell Robey-Coleman absolutely commits a penalty against Saints receiver Tommylee Lewis. Forget just pass interference, the referees could have called targeting, helmet to helmet contact, etc. The point is, it was the most egregious call in NFL history and in a time where the NFL had every fathomable resource to get the call right and still failed and so the conversation became that the play had cost Saints and mostly Drew Brees, his last shot at a second Superbowl ring.

Chiefs vs. Patriots 2019 AFC Championship- Finally, I’ll end with one that hits close to home with me for obvious reasons and I’ll keep it short. Chris Jones tapped Brady’s shoulder pad and got called for a roughing the passer penalty. That would have been the whole conversation of the week if not for the aforementioned call in the saints game listed above. The Patriots would have been forced to punt. The Dee Ford offsides penalty would never had happened, and if both games, both NFC and AFC championships were officiated better than they were, we would have gotten a better and more competitive Superbowl between the Chiefs and the Saints. Brees would have left with two rings or Mahomes would have shown us he’s a winner a year earlier. Right? Wrong.

The fact of the matter is that those things didn’t happen and the results are as they stand. The bottom line is that if the Raiders had executed defensively and tackled better at the end of the fourth quarter and in overtime, Vinatieri never kicks us into the Brady-Belichick era. Also, if the Saints executed better defensively early in that title game, then that no-call is a non-factor and the same goes for if Brees doesn’t toss a pick to Johnson in overtime. Yes indeed, the Chiefs got hit with a bad call but if Dee Ford lines up correctly that game winning drive is squandered and the Chiefs likely go on to pummel a Rams team that wasn’t ready for the moment. 

What’s the point? The point is that it is never any one call that wins and loses these games. There is a reason you hear every coach say what Zac Taylor said after being asked about the call on Joseph Ossai, “We’re not going to make this about one play.” The reason is because it’s true. The Bengals had every chance in the third and fourth quarters to stomp out hope for the Chiefs. Instead, they played poor enough to allow Patrick Mahomes to limp his way to the Superbowl. No one person, player, coach or official decided this game. The Bengals simply left themselves in a position to lose.

[nikkiart66]

A work that I liked from the Moca museum in the Light Play exhibition was titled as “Terminal Tunnel” by Julian LaVerdiere that was created in 1998 and is composed of wood, plastic, mirrors, and light bulbs.  Upon first coming across this piece, it looks simple and almost like wanting to appear like a window or t.v., something that will transport.  As one looks through the center of the piece, one’s perspective changes and you can no longer see anything else in your surroundings, but rather are forced to feel the dimension of what seemed to be like a terminal walkway in some airspace airport.  Seemingly, like an illusion, one feels like you are staring down an endless path-like abyss with only light to guide the way.  I like this piece because it definitely plays with the visual senses and engages the viewer more than one might think, despite it looking static, but I felt that it is the viewer’s own movement towards the piece that elevated it.  I appreciated how Julian LaVerdiere wanted to merge technology with art, kind of creating a time machine of what he thought our future would become.  Its ironic to me that he barely uses technology in this piece and that it still relates to modern day’s change to a more minimalist and achromatic appearance of tech.  By using light, a constant in our world, he showcases this balance of how past affects future, we will always want and need light.  This seems to be a constant in the work I did not like very much as well, where light is used in a more homey, warm way.  Despite these two pieces made around the same time, light in the terminal tunnel appeared colder and modern, while the light stand was reminiscent of ordinary bulbs that is commonly used. 

A work that I disliked was titled as “Mrs. Goouvoosin’s Journey” made in 1995 by Joan Robey.  The piece entails of mixed media, metal legs with suitcase and light stand (57in x 32 in x 19 in).  My main reason for not liking the work very much is that there was no context in regards to intent of the ready-made objects displayed. But even if I were to make my own conclusions, the installation itself felt barren, although that could also be the point, that the viewer is meant to feel curious on the suitcase’s contents and who this lady was.  As opposed to “Terminal Tunnel”, which was also stagnant, this piece did not engage me visually despite the objects being so physical.  When I read a little more into the artist, she mentions wanting to create work that uses recycled materials to serve as metaphors for psychological states.  If I solely look at the condition of the suitcase, to the stand, and to the light stand, I can tell that this lady is older and probably coming from a lower class status, but that the lady highly values her personal belongings because it is what she has.  She has traveled quite a bit, but not necessarily on a plane, perhaps her day to day life consists of a lot of auto transportation or walking even and I imagine her coming home and continuing that routine by giving her things a place to rest for the night until she has to do it over again.  The light stand has a lamp shade that looks more like a hat, perhaps with the veil over it, it alludes to a representations of Mrs. Goouvoosin, that her light/inner soul is persistent and lives on through her things.  Perhaps what I do like is that there is an air of mystery to the piece, but usually it takes me a while to grasp my own thoughts about works like this one, I think it is a piece that requires patience to digest. 

[snellblogs]

Agatha Christie Literary Festival, Torquay September 24

September 16 24

AGATHA CHRISTIE LITERARY FESTIVAL IN TORQUAY

Blog by Lynne Pearl

I was invited to the Agatha Christie Literary Festival in Torquay, South West, by a friend who had tickets for a range of talks.  We were going to ‘Lost Lingo’ a talk by author, Kate Kingold from Chicago.  I had arrived on the little branch line train from Exeter.  It’s like stepping into a novel arriving in Torquay when you leave the period station which is all curly Victorian metalwork and beautiful ornamental pillars, you can immediately see the sea.  This day it was the deepest of blue and above a pellucid blue sky with one or two puffy white clouds.  The sea was restless in the wind, but the sun was very bright for an autumn day.

I made my way to the location of the Festival at Torre Abbey.  What a place for a literary festival, an abbey that had existed on this spot for four hundred years, looking out to sea.  The first building I approached was the Spanish Barn which had housed prisoners hundreds of years ago.  It is a huge old barn and this was where the programme of talks were being held.

I met my friend and we had lunch in the estimable café, on excellent local fare and watched the sea turning deeper blue beyond the green of the Abbey park.  We waited until a half an hour before the talk began and found excellent seats at the front, browsing books and memorabilia while we waited.  The loudspeakers played a series of songs from Agatha’s period, such as ‘Noel Coward’s ‘Mad Dogs and English Men go out in the Mid- day Sun’ to set the period.

Our speaker arrived, Kate Kingold all the way from the States.  She described how she had collected Christie’s books from childhood and had won her first volume as a Girl Guide.  Kate had noticed the books was that some of the language and references throughout the many books was now dated.  We may no longer understand what was being referenced or why.  So Kate made it her job to remedy this by creating an annotation of Christies work that is called, ‘AGATHA ANNOTATED.’

Kate gave us a flavour of some the references that she had been able to trace so far, from the first ten years of Christie’s writings.  There are references to historical events and personalities such as the entertainer Goerge Robey and the fact that Lord Roberts disliked cats.

There were also literary references such as mention of Han Christian Anderson, ‘The Tinder Box’ and A.A. Milne’s poem ‘Delphiniums Blue’ about the Dormouse who sleeps in the garden dreaming of Geraniums read and Delphiniums blue.  Characters from the ‘Alice’ books also are referred to such as the Red Queen and the Mock Turtle.

There is also mention of travel such as the Union Castle line of steamships and food references such as making medlar jelly which is a kind of ripe plum.  There are dated references of the phrase ‘dash it all’ and rolls of Kodak film. 

One of the issues for Christie’s books is the move to presentism in the present day which is the re writing of books to present day references and standards, however, Kate is happy to continue her work de coding and referencing the antiquated material in Christie’s novels. 

It was a lively afternoon with an entertaining talk on the work of one of Torquay’s world wide famed authors.

[originemesis]

@brokendreamscreation xxx

Lucid did not register or rather consider just how intimately close the two had become during their mud wrestling, the naive angel alive with laughter and play. When Adam retaliates and flips them, the smaller angel screams. The cold thick mud envelops his sky blue feathers, turning them the color of the brown earth. Whatever holy, pristine white Lucid had had is now soiled beyond recognition.

Eyes close as mud is shaken onto his face, peeking an eye open when Adam points out his sleeve. Of course it’s met with the unpleasant cold wet slap as the man flipped it across his face. Lucid moves his arm away, taking the sleeve with it, revealing an arched brow at the man’s suggestion. “Be rid of my attire? I do not see how that would better increase my chances. Besides, I’ve been going easy on you~”

With that, Lucid wraps his legs around Adam’s middle as all six wings push him up and forward. Deciding to use his angelic strength, he pushes himself up until Adam falls onto his back with Lucid atop him. Straddling the First Man’s waist and hands resting upon his pecs, the angel flares his six wings fully, the dark mud making them appear almost black and casting a shadow down upon them both. Lucid grins wide, blue hues glowing with devilish delight.

"You're so doneso~" With a wicked grin, he considers the sullied state of the angel he's pinned in their impromptu wrestling match, muddied water dripping from the peak of his chin and between the stunned blue of the other's eyes. Aside from the yellowing of a white garb steeped in pond water, and the reflection of the man's golden hued gaze boasting victory over his rather small opponent, the color of the earth itself is all that remains- caked on hunched shoulders and his face. It seemed inexplicably part of him in a way that even if he should wash it off, a man from the dust of the ground he would stay.

And if the wet slap of defeat delivered via a sleeve flipped onto the other's face didn't drive that point through to his rambunctious company, a playful thump to the halo might. "Easy? Is that why you're enjoying yourself down there, bruh?" Adam snorts, half tempted to start stuffing more handfuls of mud down the front of the angelic garb when he's suddenly thrown off balance in a whirlwind of feather flung mud. Back hitting the puddle with squelching thud, he blinks- bewildered by the sudden upheaval and change in scenery featuring what a waterlogged seraphim looks like from below.

Stabilizing the vex of rapidly flipped vertigo, he gives the hips straddling him a squeeze- flushed cheeks puffed outward in place of feathers. "That's soooo cheating- I demand a rematch! I-" The complaint fizzles with a groan and a toss of his head where it splashed in the shallow side of of the puddle- man down. Taking a few melodramatic moments to collect his wits, he starts to sit up, but goes little more than an inch into the hands fanned out on his chest. "I...uh." Gulp. His grip falters just enough to slide down the wet fabric clung at Lucid's hips like a second skin, fingers digging in to the soft back of a thigh. It's an odd texture- the fabric... especially soaked through. And it's even more odd to feel the excess of robe clinging to and around the insides of his legs.

"So- your robey thing? It's kinda..." Trapped in his crotch? "...there??" Well, the angel would figure it out soon since something on the growing end of hard is currently pitching a tent under said fabric. Was it really almost that time? He'd been out playing in the mud too long.

[junexhamilton]

"I hope one of you got a video camera as a gift, cause I wanna see that happen now." June was always the stereotypical daddy's girl growing up, but as the years went by, her resentment for him only grew. She tried to see a blur in the lines of corrupt politician and her father, but it wasn't so easy any more. Maybe that was why she didn't mind getting into weed so much. Other than his snide remarks and not-so-subtle disapproval of her friend choices, it gave her more edge, or at least something to show she wasn't some perfect little princess. The fact it made her less anxious to just exist helped, too.

June attempted to think back on that night and slinking out of his room in defeat, finding it a little less traumatizing in her current state. "You should've given me a hit. Maybe I would've found it funny, too." She couldn't have imagined wanting to partake at that point, but it just went to show how things had rapidly changed, and even more so since that Turkey trip. "If you're a good boy, one day I might tell you what happened there. You know, why it all ended. It's kind of my fault," she admitted with a soft laugh. She'd likely have to be stoned to do it, cause there was no way on Earth that sober June was about to divulge those details of what lead to her and Davut's demise. It left the promise of there being another time, though.

"What, and miss out on all this awkwardness?" Despite looking like she could've drifted off at any moment, his comment did draw another laugh from her end. "That's a you thing, don't worry. I'm gonna remember. I'm a smart cookie.. Mmm, cookies." That was highly unlikely, but barely hanging on to consciousness June was seemingly convinced of it. Almost as convinced as she was that Hunter was the best makeshift pillow-mattress combo she'd been able to find in a while. She muttered something that came out as a mix of her giggling and saying "ooh, naughty", but it was soft enough to be intelligible.

The timing worked in their favor; as June really started to drift, Jeremiah happened to stroll by post-shower, elf clad boxers and all. "Well fucking finally," he scoffed as he took in the sight of June practically passed out against Hunter. "Guess someone had a good Christmas." He tossed the towel that was being used to dry his hair around his neck, letting it drape around as he fully took in the scene in front of him. "You need a hand there, or are you pulling a Robey and staying on the floor for the rest of the night?"

"I think she could." In truth, he wouldn't mind seeing that himself. Neither Mr. Hamilton nor Hunter were fans of the other, never really had been. He had put June through a lot, and he didn't like that. There was a huge part of him that wanted to protect June from everyone who would hurt her, from her shitty exes to her shitty dad, but realistically, he was unable to do either. He tried not to feel too useless about that, tried to remind himself that she was capable of standing up for herself, but he wasn't sure how much he believed that she could, and how much he believed that it wasn't his job.

"Funny to you, maybe. You don't have to live with the embarrassment of doing it," he internally cringed, but he knew that no matter how bad it felt for him, it must have felt ten times worse for her in that moment. He couldn't blame her for ghosting him. He managed a weak smile, and shook his head. "Nah, I didn't forget. Well, maybe a little, but I don't think he really deserves to be remembered. He's a blip on the radar at this point." He wasn't sure what had gone down in Turkey, but standing her up at the airport was a shitty move.

He wasn't an emotional person, but her words had his heart beating that little bit faster. "Would have been nice, though. Saved us both some trouble." The more she spoke, the bigger his smile grew. He think he liked stoned June. "How about a Boxing Day gift? The last thing this relationship needs is more marijuana-induced memory loss." He joked. His arms wrapped around her, and as happy as he was on the floor, it was obvious sleep was about to overtake her. "We should move. Get you to bed. In the most innocent way possible, of course."

[tarabyte3]

what would be your top 5 dream roles/genres for future andy films?

Ooooo, this is a very good question!! Thank you for this!

- Horror

We already have The Cottage, which I love, but horror is my favorite genre so of COURSE I want more Andy in it lol. And he's expressed interest in doing more within the genre so it's a reasonable dream! It would great to see him in something similar in tone to The VVitch or Hereditary with a lot of atmosphere and tension so he can show off the depth of his talent.

- Romance

Look... I'm only human. He's played roles that have had romance, but he's never played a romantic lead. Specifically, I want him in a romantic drama. If I'm being picky, a period romantic drama. 🫠 Like, imagine him in an Austenian esque role. IMAGINE IT.

- Bond (or a similar character in an action film)

That's fucking right, I'm saying we give Andy Serkis the Liam Neeson Taken treatment. Because he might be 60, but Andy is in incredible shape. And he's always been a very physical actor anyway. I mean, did you see him as Ulysses Klaue?!? He could more than handle it. He can be suave and badass when he wants to be, and I think he should get to show off by learning neat fighting choreography with lots of behind the scenes footage of him in sweats while training. 👉👈👀 OR Andy can play the Bond villain with the same caveats. I'm not picky. I fucking adore David Robey, his character the Luther: The Fallen Sun. Of course I would be okay with more of that.

OR perhaps an action film more like Children of Men, where there's some drama and thriller elements tangled in there?

Finally, alternatively: Matt Reeves please give us Alfred being a badass in The Batman 2 please please please please. 🙏 I am begging. Please.

- The Humbug in The Phantom Tollbooth

When I was at PopCon in Indy, Andy said he would love to give The Phantom Tollbooth the same treatment he gave Animal Farm. And if he did, he would want to play The Humbug. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. It would genuinely be an incredible role for him.

- Jazz musician

He doesn't even need to be the lead. If we could get him on screen playing the saxophone multiple times, and maybe even playing on the soundtrack so I could listen to it obsessively, I would throw up and then set myself on fire. (I want to clarify that this is a very positive reaction.)