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[jamiemarsters]

Pic of the Day: @realjamesmarsters, @c_calland & @donacroll looking pretty happy to be recording some @bigfinishprod #Torchwood shenanigans 2018 #JamesMarsters #ConnorCalland #DonaCroll #SinsofCaptainJohn #HappySinning #CaptainJohnKnowsHowToBringTheFun #ThatsThePGExplanation https://www.instagram.com/p/CoLlrdCNQde/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[zarkishere]

On the fifth day of Christmas, Zark gave to me...

art + chapter :3

chapter also below

_____ Some jobs go well, others not so much. TW// SLURS. _____ The next morning everyone woke up really early—the sun barely peaked down upon them from behind the mountains and clouds, the birds just starting to sing, the sky still very much a dark blue...yet Ruben was wide awake and heating up some cans by the time everyone had gotten up. He had trouble sleeping—always had, but with strangers that odd fear within him only got stronger. Technically, these people weren’t strangers, but they weren’t close enough for his fears to settle down either. He got up so early he felt like he hadn’t slept at all...but he needed something to do, so while the others slept he had gone out to get more sticks and dead leafs to start up the fire again. That wasn’t easy, given it had rained...most everything was dripping wet, which was unfortunate, but with patience and determination it ended up working. Arthur was the only one to give his thank yous—well, Javier tried, but was promptly ignored. They ate, cleaned their faces with a rag Javier had brought and gotten wet, and hit the road yet again. Thankfully, they had slept only a bit away from town, so by the time they got there the town was buzzing with people. Left and right, people worked and singed, calling others to come over and check out their goods, others argued and...it was just so nice, Ruben looked around with excitement and had to be stopped by the others from running to check stuff out more than once. Of course, daytime isn’t exactly a good time to rob, so Arthur ended up deciding that they should just make time by looking around. Maybe they’d find some other house to rob. Or just something exciting to look at… Mac and Davey left together, to no ones surprise, and Arthur left on his own...leaving Ruben and Javier (once again) set up to be alone in front of some shop where the others had split up.

To Ruben, it felt like some sort of bad joke by life itself, being stuck with this guy.

Javier cleared his throat. “ Entonces...quieres ir a ver algo? “ (So...you wanna check something out?) he asked, looking at Ruben expectantly. Ruben whined and groaned, having a bit of a temper tantrum…to which Javier chuckled at. “ It’s not funny “ Ruben huffed. “ It kind of is, though. “ Javier responded, a slight smile on his lips. “ How? I don’t want to be around you. “ Ruben responded, crossing his arms. Javier stopped smiling, sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. “ Pero porqué? En serio no entiendo qué te he hecho. “ (But why? I really don’t understand what I’ve done to you.)

“ Déjalo, si? Solo déjalo. “ (Leave it alone, alright? Just leave it.) Ruben grumbled, kicking the dirt. “ Pero—ay, dios...actuas como un niño mimado, sabes? “ (But—oh lord...you act like a spoiled brat, you know?) “ Tú eres el problema aquí, yo no! “ (You’re the problem here, not me!) Ruben said, pointing at Javier.

He slapped his hand away, growing more and more frustrated. “ No te he hecho nada, Rubén! Me miras como si te hubiera escupido la cara! “ (I haven’t dont anything to you, Ruben! You look at me as if i had spat on your face!) “ Fue culpa de TÚ gente que—” (It was YOUR peoples fault that--) his voice got cut off as another man approached. “ Can you two greasers cut it out!? Get the hell away from my shop! “ He yelled, practically squaring up to fight them. Javier tightened his fist and quickly looked at him, his face spitting venom, making the man cower without even a few words spoken. “ Listen—your arguing is—uhm...scaring my costumers, alright? Just...go argue somewhere else! “ He said, stuttering and stumbling over his words. Ruben never understood why people got so scared...that face didn’t have that effect on him. Strange. Ruben felt guilty for starting that argument... The two did end up leaving, walking around town with no more words spoken between them. Houses so big and tall, shops, horses, everything seemed so fancy. So clean and pristine. He felt like they didn’t fit in—well, Javier was better dressed than him, so he could get a pass...somewhat….people were still so very rude to them. They went through multiple places; plenty shops, a bar and even a park that was at the center of town. It was gorgeous; plenty trees, places to sit at, a huge water-fountain… “ You wanna toss a coin? “ Javier asked, taking a coin out of his pocket and placing it on the palm of his hand. “ Hm..? oh, sure. Gracias. “ (thanks) He took the coin, their hands briefly touching. Ruben placed it between his hands, closed his eyes and blew air into it before tossing the coin into the water. Javier watched him the whole time, eyes gentle in that special way that made Ruben want to smack it off. “ What did you ask for? “ Javier asked, leaning in ever so slightly, like a secret between them. “ I can’t tell you! If I do, it won’t come true. “ Ruben huffed, leaning away and crossing his arms with a slight pout. Javier chuckled and shook his head, shrugging as he started to walk off again. Ruben watched him for a couple of seconds before going after him. After a while of looking around Javier bought a new necklace—it was very nice, Ruben couldn’t lie—a silver cross with some...rocks..? in it. Javier was the religious type, Ruben had come to learn. He’d watched the man pray before meals a few times, or heard him mumbling other words of devotion at the far corners of camp. It was cute—well, no, not cute. More so...entertaining? No, no, that sounds weird too. It’s...well, it didn’t….well—

Mac smacked him, taking him out of his little mind travel. “ Caralho mano! “ (god-damn, dude!) Ruben yelped, smacking the others hand away, which earned him another smack from Mac. A little harder this time. “ Don’t fockin raise yer hands at me, lad, i’ll snap yer neck like a twig. “ He said, voice low and threatening...did he mean it, though? No idea. Mac could never turn off his ‘scary’ factor. Davey and Arthur were there now, too. Must’ve spaced out...time felt like it flew by.

Ruben pouted, puffing out his cheeks. Mac snorted, rolling his eyes. “ Quit that, doll. “ He said, flicking Ruben’s nose. “ C’mon, let’s go. “ “ Is it time? “ Ruben asked, following behind Mac. He looked up at the sky as the group made their way to the outskirts of town; it was becoming dark, but the clouds had completely left by now. No more rain, it seems. Eventually they all made it out, small talk here and there, but no conversations of real matter...things only got more serious when they sneaked behind the house… It was a quite large home with a stone fence around it, seemingly divided into 2 to 3 levels, standing on a foundation of pink bricks and a blueish roof. There was balcony on the back, and from where Ruben stood he could see a bench or two. The walls of the home consisted of light pink wood with white corner boards. Many windows were strewn around the walls of the house and on top of the building rested a slim chimney, but as there was no smoke it could be guessed no one was inside at the moment… "Alright, here’s the plan," Arthur drawled, taking charge since he was Dutch’s son. "Me, Ruben, and Javier'll hop the wall—'cause we’re the quiet ones. Y’all two go on down and wait for us to unlock it. Once we do, just grab whatever you can. Got it?" “ Can’t Javier go with the other two? “ Ruben asked. “ Wha—what did I do?? “ Javier asked, looking at him confused. “ I thought we were getting along. “ “ Well, no, I still dislike you. “ The other answered with a shrug. “ Pero—” (But—) Javier’s voice was cut off by Arthur’s. “ Just shut up. This is how we’ll be doing things. “ They nodded, and the plan started. The three went up to the fence, scaling it and cautiously walking on it toward the balcony….but once there, they realized it was locked. Since Mac and Davey were waiting on their spot, they had no way to say what was up, so they just had to figure out another way in... “ Who locks balconies?? “ Asked Javier quietly. Arthur sighed, looking around. Eventually, his eyes landed on a window that happened to be open. He poked Ruben’s shoulder. “ Think you could get that? “ He asked. Ruben nodded and took a few steps back, before sprinting forward and jumping for it—BARELY catching the ledge. This job wasn’t going well so far, but Ruben trusted it could be fixed, so he pulled himself up and made his way into the abode; it was even fancier inside, big central stairs, a chandelier...which made him instinctively grimace. He made his way to the balconies door, unlocking it from the inside and flashing Arthur a smile as the other two walked in. “ I’ll go unlock the door for the other two, go gather stuff already. “ He said, and the two Mexicans nodded. The three parted ways as they did their thing. Ruben went to the bathroom first, finding a good bunch of jewels; pretty necklaces, pins and some rings. He placed a silver one around his index finger, admiring it for a few seconds...deciding he’d keep that one for himself. Then, he went to the bed-room, going through the drawers and closets, finding a few stacks of money...everything seemed to be going well—Until Arthur came sprinting into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Although, it was clear he made the effort to make little to no noise.

[movienized-com]

Maryland

Maryland (Mini-Serie 2023) #SuranneJones #EveBest #StockardChanning #HughQuarshie #GeorgeCostigan #DeanLennoxKelly Mehr auf:

Mini-Serie Jahr: 2023 Genre: Drama Hauptrollen: Suranne Jones, Eve Best, Stockard Channing, Hugh Quarshie, George Costigan, Dean Lennox Kelly, Andrew Knott, Rhiannon Clements, Yasmin Davies, Judy Clifton, Ben Addis, Dave Artus, Morgan Cranton-Jones, Connor Calland … Serienbeschreibung: Die zwei Schwestern Becca (Suranne Jones) und Rosaline (Eve Best) haben sich im Laufe der Jahre…

[dear-indies]

hi hello! i hope you are having a fantastic weekend and start to your pride month. i am looking for a fc that would suit a male firefighter who is 23-25 years old and probably a bit of a goofy dork if that makes sense. thanks in advance.

Cody Christian (1995) Penobscot, Passamaquoddy / English.

Nick Robinson (1995)

Chance Perdomo (1995) Afro- Dominican and Guatemalan.

Rish Shah (1995) Indian.

Daniel Padilla (1995) Filipino (mostly Waray, about ¼ Iloko, Bikol) and most likely some White.

Mason Gooding (1996) Afro-Barbadian, African-American / European.

Elliot Fletcher (1996) - is trans masc, if you roleplay him he’s started to please not comment on his body.

Aria Shahghasemi (1996) Iranian.

Paul Mescal (1996)

Berkay Hardal (1996) Turkish.

Michael Evans Behling (1996) Nigerian / German.

Evan Mock (1997) Bisaya Filipino / White.

George Sear (1997)

Kwak Dong Yeon (1997) Korean.

Jharrel Jerome (1997) Afro-Dominican.

Toheeb Jimoh (1997) Nigerian.

Connor Calland (1997)

Archie Renaux (1997) Punjabi Indian and British / British.

Nam Yoon Su (1997) Korean.

Charlie Gillespie (1998)

Froy Gutierrez (1998) Mexican of Caxcan descent and European.

Ajay Friese (1998) Gujarati Indian / Finnish, German, Lithuanian, Polish.

Michael Cimino (1999) Puerto Rican [Taíno] / Italian, German, Swiss-German.

Here you go, happy pride month to you too sweet anon!

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[milliondollarbaby87]

The King's Man (2021) Review

The King’s Man (2021) Review

During World War I, the Kingsman agency begins to form in a stand against those who betray their countries, going to places that the secret service cannot reach. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (more…)

[astrovian]

Instagram posts from Directors Daniel O'Hara, Sheila Nortley and Actor Connor Calland (30/07/21):

Daniel O'Hara:

That's a WRAP!!! #StayClose #harlancoben #netflix #netflixuk #director

Sheila Nortley:

It's officially a wrap on the final block of Stay Close! We started preproduction end of last year and from February went into production shooting through the pandemic. It's been a real adventure. I can safely say we have a great show on our hands & Manchester will forever have a special place in my memories ✌🏾✨🎬❤

Congratulations to the entire team from the execs to the runners, the cast, the crew and the writers and especially the genius behind it all @harlancoben.

Connor Calland:

Wrapped.

[abitofben]

Watch "Who's in the Bodybag? | Hollyoaks" on YouTube

[mariocki]

Doctor Who: Resolution (11.11, BBC, 2019)

"Now, I must remember - how long's a rel?"

[thecraggus]

Doctor Who: Resolution (S11E11) Review

Doctor Who: Resolution (S11E11) ends up testing my resolve. #Review

The dawn of a New Year can be a time for sober, objective deliberation. A contemplation of the year just passed; its triumphs – and its follies – and, most importantly, the chance to reflect, reconsider and refresh both yourself and your work. Not that you would glean this from the current Doctor Who production team’s faltering festive offering.

More than a millennium ago, the people of the world…

[mantaypeli]

Última noche en el Soho

Última noche en el Soho

★★☆☆☆ Si por algo se ha destacado el cine de Edgar Wright es por su prodigiosa facilidad para incardinar elementos de la cultura popular a su imaginería visual. Así, sus filmes están repletos de secuencias que derrochan talento y creatividad, aunque no por ello su cine siempre sea sinónimo de un producto de calidad. Esto le ocurre, por desgracia, a la reverencial Última noche en el Soho (Last…

[zarkishere]

On the fourth day of Christmas, Zark gave to me...

art!!!

and another chapter of the fic ;)

fic below!

______ Time to go, work, make something out of yourself.

TW// slurs _____

Ruben had been in the gang for a few weeks now, enjoying the community, the meals—there were minor bumps and issues, some arguments (mainly with a certain Mexican he butted heads with quite often) but things were alright.

He felt stupid, lowering himself to his level, arguing with someone he deemed as plain moronic. But he couldn’t help it, every time they were close he felt his chest tighten with what he assumed to be hatred, and every little thing the Mexican did stuck to his mind like a bad memory…it annoyed him, he just couldn’t let it go.

Although, sometimes, the arguments felt one-sided. Like the other man didn’t care as much, his voice much softer, his apologies much more sincere whenever Dutch made them talk it out. Just thinking about it made Ruben’s blood boil, venom under his skin.

He shook his head, going back to brushing his new mare—Ruth, a Blue Dakota he stole from some lawman who left her unattended for too long near a saloon—he was enamored by her black and blue colors, and in his drunk mind, him liking the horse meant he could just take it. Apart from some light scolding, nothing more was said. It simply became one of those funny stories the others would tell when they had nothing else to talk about. Ruben yawned and gave her a few more pats and kisses before going over to the Callander brothers—the three of them had grown to become quite close, nearly always going out together with Sean McGuire too—who had called him earlier. They sat on a pair of logs, the younger of the pair smoking a cigar while the other cleaned his revolver. Sean wasn’t there. Odd.

Upon seeing Ruben approaching, Mac put his gun back in it’s holster and stood up. “ Doll! “ He chuckled, giving the other a rough pat on the shoulder. “ Took ya long e’nuff. “ Mac ushered Ruben closer to David, who was watching them with an exhausted expression. The man had drank until the sun rose, and had barely slept. Nothing new, of course.

“ So, we got somethin’ planned “ Mac started as he sat Ruben down forcefully, something he had gotten used to, starting to pace around right after. “ You, me, Davey over ‘ere “ He pointed at his younger brother. “ and Sean…maybe, ain’t sure yet… “ He trailed off, looking somewhere off into the distance…he shook his head before he went on, as if to shake away whatever he was thinking about. “ Anyway, it’ll be easy. “

“ What are we robbing? “ Ruben asked, tilting his head. “ House? Saloon? Stagecoach? “

“ House. “ Davey mumbled, rubbing his temples, flicking his cigar so it’s ash would fall on the dirt.

“ Why can’t Sean go? “ Ruben crossed his legs at the ankles, placing his hands between his thighs. “ It’s a big house. “ Mac shrugged.

“ Aye, and they’re dangerous as far as I heard. “ Davey added before taking a hit.

Ruben squinted his eyes, frowning as he looked at them with confusion.

“ And….doesn’t that mean…we need more hands on deck? “

The brothers sighed as if he said something stupid, looking between them for a few seconds before chuckling and looking back at him. Ruben hated when they did that, that stupid magical silent communication they had.

" Sean’s not the best shot, ye ken that, it ain’t an insult. We’re just worried he might get hurt. " David explained, smoke passively pouring from his lips.

“ Aww, you’re worried about him? “ Ruben snickered, which earned him a smack from David.

Mac sighed, sitting down at Ruben’s other side. “ Now…the question is…who’s tellin’ Dutch? “

Ruben blinked a couple of times, more confused. “ You…haven’t told him?? “ He asked, looking at Mac with a ‘are you stupid’ look, to which Mac only scoffed.

“ We ain’t want him adding him anyone else to our plan, lad. “ Davey said. “ Plus, he ain’t gotta know every wee thing we go to. “

“ He’s our leader, though.” Ruben retorted.

“ Aye, and we adore him, or whatever…but he’ll add that greaser ya love so much fer certain, and I ain’t want’cha two arguin’ the whole way. “ Davey responded rolling his eyes.

Ruben went silent, staring down at the dirt below his boots—they were new, he’d bought them a few weeks ago after having used Sean’s for so long. Those never quite fit him, Sean’s feet were longer but thinner than his own, so he had to buy something else.

Something stirred within him, his stomach doing flips. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“ What if…we ask for…John? “ Ruben asked eventually, to which Mac only scoffed and kicked the dirt, standing up again.

“ John? lad, ain’t no one trustin’ ‘im. “ He said, voice growing louder. Ruben could feel the anger start to boil within Mac…gotta be careful now. Keep your words to yourself, unless you want to get murdered.

“ Maybe this can be a good chance for him to win that trust back…? “ The youngest of the trio mumbled, still staring down at his boots. The other two scoffed again. That’s a no.

So far, no one had truly explained what happened to John Marston. All Ruben knew was that he had left for a while without warning and had only recently came back. How long? No idea. Why? Nope. Nothing. Only that he left and came back. He assumed it was a touchy subject, so he didn’t ask. Simply accepted it was something to be upset about.

After some awkward silence Ruben stood up. “ I’ll tell Dutch. Maybe he’ll let just us go…? “ He half-asked, looking back at the two for an answer. They only nodded, so he took his leave.

He took a deep breath as he approached Dutch, attempting to calm his nerves—he was sitting in his tent, his new gramophone playing a tune as he read. Ever since Dutch bought it he’s used it every day, acquiring a good few records. It’s become the new way to get on good side… Ruben didn’t know why, but approaching the man was always nerve-wracking—Dutch was mostly kind, but he had his…moments…everyone knew of them. You had to catch the subtleties of his tone and mannerisms to tell what mood he was in.

Given the music was a little louder than usual, and his body seemed tense, Ruben now knew the real reason the Callanders didn’t want to tell him. They were nervous. He was even more nervous now.

“ Uhm… “ He cleared his throat as he approached, standing a few feet from the entrance. “ Dutch? “ Ruben asked, arms crossed behind his back.

Dutch didn’t raise his head, nor glanced at him, he only hummed.

“ Well, uhh…well—Mac and Davey had something planned, and they sent me to tell you about it…to…see if you agree? “ He said. It was true, technically. Sure, they hadn’t really sent him, and Ruben was sure the pair were planning on going without saying a word…but Ruben always felt the need to tell if he was going anywhere. It felt safer that way.

“ And why ain’t they tell me? “ Dutch responded, closing his book and placing it beside him. “ Why you always the one tellin’ me ‘bout these things? “ He added, tilting his head ever so slightly as he glanced at Ruben.

“ …uhh.. “ Ruben looked down at his feet. “ Well, I’m going, and since I’m new… “ He trailed off, fiddling with his hands.

“ Just you three? “ Dutch asked, standing up. “ Y’know that’s not how we do things, son. “ He walked over to Ruben, placing his hand at his shoulder. “ Mr.Escuella and Arthur will go with you three. “ He stated. It wasn’t a question, there were no other options. Dutch’s will never bent.

Still, he had to try.

Ruben shrank into himself ever so slightly, forcing himself to meet his gaze. “ But me and Javier don’t get along, it’ll cause trouble, i—” Dutch’s grip got ever so slightly tighter. Ruben stopped talking. “ I’ll go look for them Callanders so they explain to me what you bunch of fools want to do. “ He stated. Ruben didn’t even get to ask if John could go before Dutch left…which might be for the best.

Defeated, the mixed man walked over to one of the campfires and sat down on the dirt. There wasn’t much to do now but wait…as minutes passed by, all he could do was think of the upcoming job.

Like always, the Callanders hadn’t given much information on what it entailed. They never planned much, simply ran in, took random things and ran out guns blazing. It was fun, he couldn’t lie, but they always ended up getting scolded…which wasn’t as fun.

He hummed a nameless tune as he thought of what guns to bring, if he should wear a jacket…

“ Hey, Ruben. “ A familiarly irritating voice called out, taking him out of his peace. “ Dutch told me we were going out soon but…didn’t explain anything. You know something about that? “ Javier asked. Great. He’s here now.

“ No. “ Is all Ruben responded, looking up at the sky. He could feel Javier stare at him, could guess the look on his face. That same stupid look.

“ Okay, well…gracias igualmente. “ (thanks anyway) He responded…but didn’t leave, sitting down and popping open a tin of something instead. Ruben couldn’t see what it was, but since he could hear paper and…something else curiosity got the best of him and he looked back at the Mexican.

It was tobacco. He felt a little stupid now. “ Quieres? “ (You want one?) Javier asked as he rolled a cigarette. Ruben huffed.

“ No. “ He said, crossing his arms and looking back up.

There was silence for a few beats. Ruben picked at his nails. He could hear the Mexican light the cigarette and take a hit. Could imagine it in his mind. The sky was beautiful; blue hues and a few clouds, a bit of wind—although, Hosea had said it’d rain, since his knees hurt. Ruben wondered if he was joking, or if it was true.

“ Acaso te hice algo? “ (Did I do something to you?) Javier eventually asked, his voice much less gentle now.

“ Me molestas. “ (You bother me.) Ruben responded.

“ Apenas te hablo. “ (I barely talk to you.) The other retorted, sighing with frustration right after. He did that a lot around Ruben.

Ruben stood up and left. He didn’t want to deal with this. Didn’t want to listen to him anymore. Hated that feeling in his chest.

The day went by mostly well after that; Mac and Davey explained their ‘plan’—which was probably done in the spot when Dutch asked—, he talked to Arthur about it, didn’t bump into Javier again…

Packing up was pretty easy. The place was just a day away, so there wasn’t much to pack anyway; three tents they’d share between the five of them, some cans, water and that was all. Since it was early enough, they left right then and there, each of the men getting on their horses and heading toward this ‘house’; Mac and Davey lead the group, which was worrying, given they often misread maps…but Ruben guessed it was some sort of trust exercise.

They passed through the forest and over rocks, following the river toward their destination; Marble County. It had nothing to do with marble, truly, but since richer folk lived there they wanted to make a ‘fancier’ name… The sky slowly turned darker as moments went by, fluffy white and gray clouds becoming stars as the sun made way for the beautiful moon…except, you couldn’t really see it very clearly. It seemed Hosea was right. It would rain tonight.

Arthur got a little closer, which napped Ruben out of his thoughtless trance. “ Ya think this’ll go well? “ He asked, looking down at the younger man. They had talked a few times since they first met, nothing too long just small talk or questions. Ruben once apologized so much that Arthur snapped at him with ‘christ—i forgive ya, ‘lright?? quit it now.’ which (kind of) stopped the apologies.

“ I hope so, Dutch says we need money. “ He responded, scratching his cheek.

“ These two only bring trouble, y’know? ‘m worried they’ll blow up again like last time…and every time before that. “ The other huffed, fixing his posture and looking at the siblings with a mixture of disdain and frustration.

“ I like how they work—i mean, it’s dangerous, but that makes it more fun…no? “ Ruben gave an awkward smile. Arthur did not smile. He only sighed in frustration and kicked his horse so it’d go faster, catching up to the brothers and—seemingly—going to question then yet again.

Ruben sighed. Feeling like he just wasn’t good at talking to folk—it was hard, getting used to talking to people again after what felt like years of lonesome…he knew it hadn’t truly been that long, but it still felt odd. Plus, English wasn’t his mother language, so it only made things harder.

Bored, he decided to look around; there weren’t many animals around anymore, given it was getting dark, so most he saw were owls and opossums and other critters and—he accidentally looked at Javier. Quickly, he looked away, feeling a little embarrassed.

“ You need something? “ He asked.

Ruben groaned. “ No, solo miro. “ (No, just looking around.)

“ Ah, bueno. “ (Oh, alright) The other nodded and looked back to the road.

Awkward.

Thankfully, Arthur soon called out to them, saying they’d stop to sleep and continue tomorrow.

They quickly made a temporary camp; the tents around a campfire Mac made, horses tied to trees, and that’s all. Mac and Davey were set to share their tent, Arthur use his own and Ruben and Javier were SUPPOSED to share the other…but Ruben refused to, deciding to join the Callanders instead, squeezed between them like a sardine.

It rained all night—not a harsh storm, but it was enough that no-one slept well that night.

[fyeah-olivia-colman]

Olivia Colman will be among stars that will perform children's work in a special digital showcase.

The scheme, entitled Here Not There, has been created by children's literacy charity Grimm & Co to highlight the creativity of young people in and around the Yorkshire area. Led by actor and writer Paul Clayton, the hour-long show will be streamed on Grimm & Co's Youtube channel on Saturday 2 May from 2pm.

Joining Colman will be Mark Gatiss (Sherlock), Joanne Harris (Chocolat), Jeremy Dyson (Ghost Stories), David Mitchell (Peep Show), Ricky Champ (EastEnders), Lucy Benjamin (EastEnders), David Ames (Holby City), and Connor Calland (Hollyoaks), alongside many others.

[jamiemarsters]

@Regrann from @bigfinishprod - James Marsters, Connor Calland, and Dona Croll, pictured at the recording of #Torchwood: The Sins of Captain John, in December 2018. ⠀ ⠀ #BigFinish #Audiobook #AudioDrama #Audiophile #DoctorWho #DrWho #TheDoctor #TimeLord #TimeVortex #Whovian #Whovians #Gallifrey #TARDIS #DrWho #ScienceFiction #SciFi #BigFinishProductions #JamesMarsters #ConnorCalland #DonaCroll #CaptainJohn #JohnBarrowman #CaptainJack #JackHarkness #RussellTDavies #Cardiff https://www.instagram.com/p/B6W9XkGjUFw/?igshid=reb0sm7phdlu

[thatlastdanceofchances]

The Sins of Captain John - Escape from Nebazz

I was grumbling when Big Finish released both Fortitude and The Sins of Captain John the same week. As it turns out, it’s a cold rainy/snowy week-end so it’s a pretty good weather to curl up on the couch with a throw blanket and a hot chocolate while listening to the new audio dramas!

This morning I listened to the second episode of The Sins of Captain John and it’s a solid one! As in the first episode, the scenes where they embrace the absurd of it all are the scenes that work best for me.

Once again, the supporting characters are really really good. In particular, Connor Calland gives a great performance as Grimble: he had me both creeped out and laughing out loud in the span of this episode.

No matter how much fun Captain John and Captain Jack can be together (*winks*), I realised at the end that I was glad that they let John Hart do the heavy lifting (no pun intended...) in the first two episodes before fully involving Jack Harkness. I think it's a good way to reacquaint ourselves with this mad character before throwing in a much more familiar figure.

Still, I can't say I'm not excited to see where they take these two next!

By the way, this episode does not need any particular content warnings in my opinion, just the usual Torchwood stuff.

[jackbatchelor3]

Nothing bad's gonna happen.

Jordan Price