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That Christmas Trailer

That Christmas is a "series of entwined tales about family and friends, love and loneliness, and Santa Claus making a big mistake, not to mention an enormous number of turkeys!" (Netflix)

Based on the children's books by Richard Curtis, That Christmas is directed by Simon Otto. Curtis is onboard as writer and an executive producer. The animation is by Locksmith Animation. The film stars the voice talents of Brian Cox, Fiona Shaw, Jodie Whittaker, Lolly Adefope, Alex Macqueen, Katherine Parkinson, Sindhu Vee, India Brown, Zazie Hayhurst, Sienna Sayer, Jack Wisniewski, Rosie Cavaliero, Paul Kaye, Guz Khan, Andy Nyman, Kuhu Agarwal, Bronte Smith, Freddie Spry, Ava Talbot, Bill Nighy, and Rhys Darby.

That Christmas hits Netflix on December 4, 2024.

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That Christmas (2024) Review

When the worst snowstorm in history has an impact on the townsfolk of Wellington-on-Sea it is about to impact everything they had planned for Christmas. ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Continue reading That Christmas (2024) Review

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SPENCER 2021

Hold on. Fight them. Be beautiful. You are your own weapon. Don't cut it to pieces.

[sweaters-and-silly]

When The Laces All Caught

Wrote my first full fic in about a decade. Mostly Buck-centric but thinking about Tommy and his home throughout.

Rating: G Words: 2,376

Read on AO3 or below:

Buck crashed as soon as he got home. He’d showered at the station and just stripped off his clothes and crawled into bed. He’d left his jeans, hoodie, and t-shirt in a heap on the floor and fell asleep before he even thought to change his boxers. 

That’s what the morning was for anyway. 

He’d worked 72-on, having switched a shift between two 24s to help out Ravi on B. It had made for a grind of a week but had given him three days off in a row on the back half. He’d survived the shift but fell into the sleep of the dead when he got home. 

It didn’t last. He thinks he might have been out six hours when the scent of fresh smoke roused him. It wasn’t the smoke caught in his hair or the scent of it in sweat, this was fresh and acrid, stinging his nose and eyes. Instinct had him on his feet, pulling on his clothes and dialling 9-1-1. “This is off-duty firefighter Evan Buckley, I’m smelling—” he was interrupted by the blaring fire alarm in his building, “and hearing signs of a fire at 524 Grand Avenue.”

“Buck! Hey,” Josh replied, “you’re our third call from there. We’ve got a fire confirmed, evacuate the building, the 122 is en route.” 

“Thanks Josh, I’m headed out,” he replied. He grabbed his wallet and keys, resisting the urge to start packing the things he valued and instead headed out of the building, leaving his door unlocked. 

Buck was a friendly, curious guy, which meant he knew the names of most of his neighbours and the families who lived on the floor below. Only the sixth and eighth floor were loft style, there were two- and three-bedroom units below him. Four seniors lived in the building, Mr and Mrs Cunningham were away for all of December and January visiting their kids. Mrs. Lawson was spry for her age and lived in one of the lofts. He winced sometimes thinking about the widow tackling those stairs daily but he’d also seen her carry a mountain bike down the stairs so he didn’t dare say a word to her about it. 

He did pound on every door he passed heading to the stairs, making sure people knew to vacate. Once he’d checked his whole floor he went down to five, not just to notify everyone but check on the last senior in the building.

Ms. Klassen was on five and had a bad knee. She could barely handle the stairs in the garbage room and often asked Buck to take a bag down with him when he went. He never minded helping her out, she was sweet and over Christmas had taught him how to make stained glass cookies. She had told him they were her grandson’s favourites and since Buck’s young man wasn’t coming around as much, maybe he should give her Dennis a call. 

Dennis had been mortified that his grandmother was giving his number out. They’d had fun chatting but despite his grandmother’s support, Dennis wasn’t really looking for a serious relationship — “I’m 25, man!” he’d teased. “What were you doing at 25?” and Buck didn’t have a good answer because that year started with a wild night in Peru and ended with him stealing a fire truck for a hookup. 

Buck knocked on all the doors on five, saving Ms. Klassen’s for last.  “It’s Buck!” he called as he banged on the door, hoping it wouldn’t startle her. She answered after several long minutes. Buck had started wondering if he should break it down, just to make sure he could get her out. 

 “I’m coming, I’m coming, I just can’t get Freddy into his carrier!” she was frantic, her glasses were askew, a shawl pulled tight over her shoulders. 

 “OK, I’ll get him, where is he? “ Buck asked, stepping into the room to get a look. He’d been there to make cookies and Freddy had not been a fan of him. He hissed whenever Buck got too close, which was weird because Buck was good with animals. 

 “He’s hiding under the couch, his carrier’s on the coffee table,” she explained, voice shaking. 

 “While I get him, you get a bag and throw in medications you might need tonight for yourself and him,” Buck’s voice was gentle but commanding. The small woman bustled away to follow his instructions. Buck knelt on the ground to find a hissing cat under the couch. He sorely missed the heavy duty gloves on his uniform. He took a breath, reached under and grabbed the angry feline by the scruff, dragging it out and stuffing it into the carrier. The beast clung to his arm digging claws deep into flesh. 

He wrenched his arm free knowing when the adrenaline was gone he was going to regret it. For the moment he just rinsed his arm and wrapped a tea towel around the cuts. 

“Ready to go?” he called out, the cat carrier full of angry cat tucked under his arm. 

“Yes, yes, I’m coming Buck,” she called as she bustled out of the bedroom. “I couldn’t leave my photos of Henry, no one has copies of these,” she explained. It squeezed Buck’s heart to think of those pieces of life that would be lost forever if the fire wasn’t stopped before it got this far. 

“Ok, we have to take the stairs, but I’ll be with you the whole time,” Buck directed her toward the stairs. Mrs. Klassen balked, leaning on her cane. 

“Buck, I don’t know if I can,” she withered a little as she followed him toward the fire door. The smell of smoke was heavier in the stairwell, making Buck’s stomach churn a little. He hated the idea of being trapped with someone in need without his gear. The cat carrier had a shoulder strap, he tossed it around his back making Freddy growl with rage. 

“Then I’ll carry you, we have to go,” Buck’s voice was firm. People were streaming down the stairs still, some carrying far more than he’d thought to grab. 

He’d left Chris’s drawings stuck to his fridge, a set of photobooth pictures of him and Tommy tucked into a book on his shelf, the wooden box of postcards Maddie had saved for him on the coffee table. 

He picked up Mrs. Klassen in a bridal carry, moving quickly and carefully down the stairs with her in his arms. Even not being able to jump the railing and skip the last flight, he had her out of the building in 90 seconds. He set her down in the parking lot, got her settled on a bench with Freddy in his cat carrier, and began to move through the crowd, checking in to make sure no one was hurt and trying to get a rough idea of how many had made it out. 

He looked up and could see the light of flames glowing on the seventh and eighth floor. Whatever started the fire, it had a hold on the building now. 

The 122 screeched into the parking lot, firefighters bustled around, Buck reported to the captain that he’d cleared five and six but didn’t know about the rest of the building. All he could do now was watch, he settled in next to Mrs. Klassen, lending her his phone to call Dennis to come pick her up. 

The air was heated from the flames that had escaped the windows, licking at the quickly darkening sky. He could see his windows from here and watched as they began to glow orange long after the sun set. He felt like the heat was raking over his skin, burning away all the pieces of himself left behind. He knew what had turned to ash, a book Hen had given him for Christmas, half-read on his bedside table, about queer history and LA. The heat would warp the roasting pan Bobby had owned and used before he merged his house with Athena’s, something for Buck to build his cooking collection on. Glass would crack and shatter on his picture frames, the rubber on his mountain bike tires would melt, the frame twisted from the flames. 

He’d lose his clothes, a wardrobe he’d built slowly to be able to showcase the man he’d become from the boy he’d left behind. Souvenirs from three dozen pit stops on backcountry roads and open highways. 

The gaming system he used to keep in touch with Chris. The computer he did his therapy on. The bed he’d bought just four months ago because his old one wasn’t big enough for two grown men. 

He’d lose another couch. It was almost embarrassing the number of couches he’d been through at this point. 

The fire was loud. Mrs. Klassen watched in silence, sometimes her eyes on the building, sometimes her eyes on Buck. Dennis was coming and when he had the chance he needed to call someone and let them know he needed to crash. Maddie, Eddie, Hen, or Bobby, he could have called any of them for a room to sleep but it wasn’t the number he wanted to dial. 

He watched the glass shatter in his apartment as the flames won out. The firefighters pulled out, confident the building was empty, giving up hope on saving this one. 

He’d asked Tommy to move into that loft, asked him why be apart when they could be together, and saw Tommy tell him they’d be better off apart. 

“I’m not your last, I’m your first,” he’d said and it felt like the apartment had caught fire in that moment. A tiny spark that burned when Buck wasn’t looking, that was smothered in baking and family and work and distractions. But it had burned its way through Buck anyway. The flames eating away his life had been there for months, it had just taken until this day, this moment, to manifest. 

He’d tossed that phrase through his mind, replayed that scene in his head a hundred times and wondered at it. Dissected the pieces, ached at the way Tommy had called him Buck, raged at the dismissive attitude he’d had when he talked about what Buck had wanted. 

And for the first time, in the heat of the winter night, waiting for a little old lady’s grandson to pick her up, he remembered what else was said. 

“No matter how bad I wanted to be.”

A truck whipped past on the road and jammed itself into a spot near the firetruck. “Park better, ya mook!” the captain of the 122 yelled after the driver. The noise caught his attention and he looked over to see Tommy flip off the man. 

“Get fucked Deluca!” he called, making Buck blink. 

“Tommy?” Buck stood, looking over at the man. 

“Evan, oh my god,” he jogged over and slammed into Buck bodily, wrapping his arms around his neck. Buck hugged back, feeling his chest tighten and lungs constrict. 

“What’re you doing here?” he asked muffled against Tommy’s shoulder, not wanting to pull back yet. Tommy clung to him, not letting go either. 

“I heard the address on the radio when I was leaving work and … I was so worried,” he replied. Buck pulled away, blinking back tears, struggling with the sudden urge to yell or run. He didn’t know what he wanted, feeling so overwhelmed. 

“Why?” was all he could ask. 

“What?”

“Why were you worried? We broke up.”

“Evan,” Tommy’s voice was filled with dismay, “I still care about you.”

“Then why aren’t we together?” 

“I know how this ends—” Tommy began and Buck pulled away sharply, out of his arms a step or two back.

“Do you? Or do you just think you know everything and get cynical and hopeless about the future?” Buck shot back. “Because you said I was unbelievable. You said I was unlike anyone you’d been with before, did you mean that?”

“Yes, of course,” Tommy replied quickly. “But—”

“But nothing. If I’m unlike anyone you’ve been with before you have no idea how this ends. Because you can’t predict what you haven’t seen,” Buck replied. Tommy blinked, his mouth opening and then hanging there as if he lost the words he was trying to say. “And just so you know, what you said about me figuring out relationships and all that jazz? Bi-phobic as fuck. I’m still an adult and I know what I’m looking for.” 

“Uh — I didn’t mean —”

“I need a place to stay,” Buck interrupted Tommy’s floundering. Tommy looked like he was lost again. Buck didn’t mean to keep him off balance but everything he found himself saying needed to be said. “So here’s the deal, I go home with you and we talk this out. We figure our shit out without making assumptions and by actually communicating. Or I call Maddie and crash with her and you lose my number, forever.” 

“Evan, I don’t know—” Tommy began to hedge

“Make a choice, right now, because I’m not watching my life burn down twice,” Buck replied, his chest tight, afraid of Tommy’s answer. He needed to know, needed to feel closure or a future. He owned nothing, every sneaker and book burned to ash. 

“I’m parked over here, come on,” Tommy replied. “We’ll talk.” 

Buck sighed, shaky, he looked at Ms. Klassen, “we have to wait for Dennis.” he said, remembering his responsibility. 

“No dear, there are two dozen first responders here and Dennis is on his way, you go ahead,” she told him. She looked at Tommy sharply, “and you, be good to him. I’ve got three more grandsons I could introduce him to.” The threat cracked a laugh out of Buck’s chest. Tommy nodded at her solemnly and tossed his arm around Buck’s shoulder. 

“C’mon, I better get you home before your neighbour gives you away,” he teased, leading Buck toward his truck. 

“Longshot, but is there any chance I left a clean pair of boxers at your place?” Buck asked, fighting away a yawn. 

“We can make a stop on the way home,” Tommy offered. Buck nodded, getting into the truck and leaning against the window, turning his body to watch Tommy get in. He was on his way home.

[fnafsbheadcanon]

Gregory, after arranging the boxes into a fort:

Freddy: Please, superstar… You have been sitting in that box for an hour. We are trying to move these…

Gregory: No! You cannot take away my throne, my kingdom!

Freddy: Superstar…

Gregory: Dungeon for you! Dungeon for a thousand years!!

Vanessa: It’s alright, Fred. I’ve got this. *Holding a squirt bottle*

Georgry: WAIT NO

Vanessa: *spry him like a misbehaving kitty*

Gregory: HISSS

[movies-to-add-to-your-tbw]

Title: Spencer

Rating: R

Director: Pablo Larraín

Cast: Kristen Stewart, Jack Farthing, Sally Hawkins, Timothy Spall, Sean Harris, Thomas Douglas, Olga Hellsing, Matthias Wolkowski, Oriana Gordon, Ryan Wichert, John Keogh, Amy Manson, Elizabeth Berrington, Jack Nielen, Freddie Spry, Stella Gonet, Richard Sammel

Release year: 2021

Genres: drama, history

Blurb: Princess Diana decides her marriage to Prince Charles isn't working, and that she needs to veer from a past that puts her in line to one day be queen.

[theloniousbach]

LIVESTREAM: THE COOKERS (David Weiss, Dr Eddie Henderson, Azar Lawrence, Donald Harrison, George Cables, Cecil McBee, and Billy Hart), SMOKE JAZZ CLUB, 31 JANUARY 2025, 9 pm set

THE COOKERS are an all-star band seemingly organized by David Weiss who, though capable enough, doesn’t have near the resume of the others—significant associations with the likes of Miles Davis, Art Blakey, Herbie Hancock, Charles Lloyd, McCoy Tyner, Pharoah Sanders, Freddie Hubbard, and Art Pepper.

All star bands have the challenge too of sharing solo space among so many players you want to hear. Dr Eddie Henderson only got one solo—gloriously though, one of the strongest of the night, on Hubbard’s Lament for Booker (Little), lots of trumpet legacy there—as the most obvious example whereas Weiss got two of the three trumpet solos. Azar Lawrence got two and they played one of his tunes, very Coltrane/modal with himself on soprano. Donald Harrison was perhaps the most wonderfully weird horn player with some NOLA juju at play, primitive and far-seeking at once. Billy Hart was magnificently propulsive all night with cymbal crashes and rolls across the tom toms. Cecil McBee is nearly 90 and I see him probably only with this band on the streams, but he is still quietly mischievous, unflappable, and spry.

If one player was to get a bigger piece of the pie, I’m thrilled that is was pianist George Cables. I’m a fan though I don’t think he’s quite elite. But he does swing hard and has a catchy melodicism in solos and his own tunes. He got four solos and the opener and closer were his tunes, new ones. They were particularly punchy and energetic, lighting a fire under everyone. Hart’s biggest showcase was on the closer which built on Cable’s melody handled brightly by the horns and his own percussive solo.

Cables, Henderson, McBee, and Hart are all over 80 but this was adventurous enough set that a) I didn’t share this in the home, but b) even from upstairs, I was told that she was close to asking me to put it on headphones. I have some even more out there stuff play while she’s even out of the house, but I appreciate the adventure this band includes with their place in the tradition.

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Spencer Pablo Larraín. 2021

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[spiderliliez]

Kristen Stewart (as Diana) Jack Nielen (as William) Freddie Spry (as Harry) PROBABLY MY FAVORITE SCENE. From Pablo Larraín's fabled and dreamlike biopic on Diana.

SPENCER [2021]

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Spencer (2021)

Director - Pablo Larraín, Cinematography - Claire Mathon

"I'm a magnet for madness. Other people's madness."

[mostunderratedawards]

Best Young Actor

Félix Lefebvre in Summer of 85

Roman Griffin Davis in Silent Night

Noah Jupe in A Quiet Place Part II

Gregório Diaz IV in In The Heights

Izaac Wrong in in Clifford The Big Red Dog

Jack Nielen in Spencer

Freddie Spry in Spencer

Daniel Ranieri in Tender Bar

[genevieveetguy]

Hold on. Fight them. Be beautiful. You are your own weapon. Don't cut it to pieces.

Spencer, Pablo Larraín (2021)

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Spencer (2021) Pablo Larraín

December 4th 2022

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Film after film: Spencer (dir. Pablo Larraín, 2021)

Another atonal biopic by Larraín with a fascinating lead role may seem narratively unfocused despite its tight diegetic-time context, but it is what makes it adventurous and entertaining. Its cinematography is lush and editing very staccato. Stewart's usual emotional presence is interestingly contorted by adopting a persona, which, I think, she never did before, relying not on mimicry but on rhymes with the public person of the titular character. The result is, therefore, neither Spencer nor Stewart, but something entirely different and yet still hauntingly familiar. While being disappointed by the absence of Mica Levi, I was still appreciative of the score, authored by Greenwood. Hawkins is fantastically strange in the scenes she's in.

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'Spencer' Goes in Deep and Claustrophobic on Princess Diana

Spencer (CREDIT: NEON) Starring: Kristen Stewart, Timothy Spall, Jack Farthing, Sean Harris, Sally Hawkins, Jack Nielen, Freddie Spry, Stella Gonet, Richard Sammel Director: Pablo Larraín Running Time: 111 Minutes Rating: R for A Little Bit of Salty Language Release Date: November 5, 2021 (Theaters) If you go see the new Pablo Larraín-directed moving picture Spencer, there is one scene I can…